#i have to do homework now but i wanted to get this up before valentines was over in my timezone...so it's kind of a mess and i didn't

[mountainsandmayhem]

Stay Still, Little Dove

Joel Miller x Female!Reader

18+

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Summary: Joel takes matters into his own hands to deal with your newly insatiable sex drive with a little help from a u shaped friend. TW: softdom!Joel, female orgasms (like a lot of them), oral (fem!rec), this is all about her A/N: THANK YOU for all the comments, likes and reblogs on my last story! I fully believe only 1 or 2 people will read these and I'm just floored by the response so far. I wish I could write without a plot, but I added some backstory about these two. Word Count: 4.3k

Ellie has always been a tornado in your life. Her biological mom was your childhood best friend. She had her demons, so you can’t say you were surprised when during her weekend trip to visit you with her new baby she disappeared, leaving you with little Ellie. 

Overnight, you went from a 22-year-old young woman starting your third year of your degree to a 22-year-old adoptive single mom pushing through your third year of college. 

Your parents were helpful, driving four hours from the small town you grew up in every weekend so you could work or do homework. They offered to take Ellie for a while or help you find people to adopt her, but that little tornado of a girl was your priority and you weren’t going to abandon her like her mother. 

She broke her arm at 2 on her big wheel, and at 3 she needed 10 stitches across her eyebrow from when she tried to leap from the kitchen table to the granite island. Safe to say the granite won as she still bears that scar today. At 4, she bolted up the stairs to the high dive and jumped off without an ounce of fear. Thank god she was already a strong swimmer.

She seemed to crave chaos, so when she befriended the girl with wildly curly hair on her first day of school you just shook your head, predictable little tornado. 

Thankfully Sarah Miller was a sweet and kind-hearted girl, maybe even a little shy. It also helped that Sarah’s young dad, who didn’t wear a wedding ring, resembled a Greek god. Tall and broad with tanned skin, he owned some sort of contracting business based on the truck he’d do school pick up and drop off in. When the girls introduced you two, he flashed you a small smile, revealing that goddamn dimple. 

You’re both pretty sure the girls played a hand in the two of you eventually getting together, granted they both conveniently don’t remember playing tiny matchmakers. They’d ask for sleepovers and playdates almost daily, or sign you both up to the same shift at school events.

“Mommy, I swear on the moon that the teacher picked!” Ellie said when you had the coat check station at the Valentine's Day dance. “Buuuut you might want to put on lipstick.” 

It’s been a little over 14 years since then and he still sets your blood on fire with that dimple. 

Both of you approached this new empty nest phase apprehensively, but it turns out that having the house to yourself (with no risk of one of the girls walking in) opened a whole new set of rather kinky doors. Not that you were necessarily vanilla before, but while they lived there you didn’t have ropes and paddles hanging on your bedroom wall, or the hooks on your four-poster bed.

You also never would have been how you are now, bathroom door wide open in only the trousers you planned to wear to work. 

“Not that I’m complainin’ sweetheart. But why are you topless?” Joel asks on his way to the kitchen. 

“It’s too damn hot in here.” You grumble, getting out your skincare and makeup. 

Joel shook his head to himself as he walked to the kitchen. He knew better than to bring up that it wasn’t the temperature, it was you and your recent perimenopause diagnosis. He hated to see you suffering, but your newly insatiable libido gave him an idea. 

As you get ready, Joel leans against the bathroom door frame drinking coffee, observing you through the mirror. 

You see him most days in his typical work attire - dark jeans, a t-shirt with his company logo, and a flannel or denim button-up. But it will never get old to you. You almost find him sexier in this than in a suit. Especially when he has the cuffs rolled like he does today. 

“Little Dove?” His voice is deep and scratchy. 

A slight blush paints your cheeks, knowing that it’s going to be one of those days. 

“Yes, sir?” 

He slowly walks towards you as you lean into the mirror to blink on some mascara. He stops just a hair away from you, not touching you but close. Close enough for you to feel the heat coming off of him. He waits until you’ve put the mascara wand away, and uses his free hand to trace a line slowly down your spine. 

A shiver runs through you, and you let out a small moan. Partly from the feeling of him, but mostly at the reprieve from the hot flash you’re experiencing. 

“How many orgasms do you think I could give you before you beg me to stop?” He kisses the top of your left shoulder, watching your eyes widen slightly in the mirror. 

Goosebumps spread across your body. If he wants to play, you’ll make it difficult for him. “Well, after the little kidnapping the other night you gave in after three.” 

“This is about you giving up and not me giving in,” His free hand continues a light trail along your bare back. 

“And didn’t you say you felt like you had done an intense Pilates workout the next day?” He adds teasingly.

You were hoping he’d forgotten about how you groaned as you lowered yourself into the bathtub to soak your sore muscles. Even though your hormones seemed to think you were a teenager again, your body took a little longer to recover. Joel cared for you in a way that only he could; making dinner, wrapping you in your beloved heated blanket, and gently massaging your hips and legs. 

You don’t want to give up this easily so you scoff and say, “Please, old man. You’d get tired before I’d quit.” 

The next two things happen so quickly that it’s over before the excited squeal leaves your lips. He spins you to face him and lifts you onto the countertop, caging you between his arms, his hands gripping the vanity on either side of you.  

“Now now, Little Dove. I’d be careful who you call old.” His recently playful tone is back to a deep gravel-like command that settles right between your thighs. 

“You will refer to me as sir in these moments and nothing else. Do you understand?”

You nod eagerly sucking your bottom lip between your teeth, fuck you love him like this. 

He kisses down your neck towards your right breast. Pausing he adds, “Words, Little Dove,” before gently dragging your right nipple through his teeth. 

You let out a desperate moan arching your back into the pain, “Yes, sir.” 

Joel quickly steps back, taking his coffee cup with him. “Be a good girl today.” 

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You spend your workday trying not to think about Joel. You immerse yourself in your to-do list and your team gets a few projects done early and sent off for approval. You’ve almost forgotten about the morning events when you hear your phone buzz. 

Joel: When I get home I want you in that little black lacy thing, Little Dove. I’m bringing home dinner. 

You reply with a funny ‘yes, sir’ gif.

Joel: Oh, my sweet Little Dove. I’m almost starting to think you like it when I punish you. 

You: Do your worst, I won’t tap out.

Joel: Tell me what you’re going to be doing when I get home.

You find a photo of you wearing the aforementioned ‘little black lacy thing’ and attach it to your message that says, “Wearing this, sir.” 

Joel: Be kneeling beside the couch when I get home. 

You: Yes, sir. 

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The rest of your day goes by tortuously slowly, yet the drive home seemed suspiciously fast. You laugh to yourself picturing a speeding ticket in the mail and Joel’s reaction when you tell him he has to pay it since it’s his fault. Maybe you’ll ask him when he’s in a sir mood.

You hop in the shower, shave and touch up your makeup before clipping and clasping yourself into the outfit Joel loves so much. As you step back to admire yourself in the full-length mirror you realize certain squishy parts of your body don’t look great in this.

Focus on the positive, you remind yourself. 

The deep v-halter of the one-piece garment accentuates your breasts, you spin to take in the low cut back and high cut cheeky bottom that highlights the globes of your ass. 

The familiar sounds of Joel’s truck pulling up the driveway sends a rush of nervous and excited butterflies through your stomach. You hurry to the sitting room, grab a throw pillow from the couch and kneel. 

Your eyes follow as Joel heads to the kitchen, holding a bag from your favourite sushi restaurant.  He places it on the island before looking up at you with dark eyes

“Look at the ground and put your hands on your lap.” He commands. 

You can’t stop your eyes from rolling as you look down and do as he says. 

“Little Dove, don’t roll your eyes at me.” His voice deepens with every word, instantly setting your core on fire. 

He’s silent for a moment and you can feel his eyes on you. “From now on when I say to kneel, this is how you’ll be. Understand?” 

You squeeze your thighs a little tighter, breathing starting to shallow at the sound of his voice as he slips deeper into sir mode. 

You reply with a breathy, “Yes sir. Sorry.” 

Joel walks over and pets your head. “You look stunning like this.” He whispers, before turning and leaving you alone. 

His words feel like warm honey being drizzled down your spine. No one makes you feel as desired as Joel and immediately your earlier body insecurities vanish. You can hear him moving things around the bedroom before he walks back to the kitchen but you don’t dare look up. You’re a good girl, Joel doesn’t like brats, and right now all that matters is pleasing him. 

Joel sets up dinner, arranges the sushi on plates, opens the wine and lights a candle before sitting at the table, legs spread, facing you. 

“Crawl to me, Little Dove.” His deep voice washes over you. Almost as if it puts you in a trance. You know your knees are going to regret this in the morning, but you’re so turned on that you don’t hesitate to crawl across the area rug and then onto the hardwood flooring Joel installed himself.

Stopping between his bare legs, his strong hand cradles your chin and tilts it up, he’s wearing a plain white t-shirt and tight black boxers. But it’s the sleek black remote control vibrator in his other hand that steals your attention.

“Such a good girl, aren’t you?” He says with a soft moan, gently stroking your cheek. “Go put this in, and then come back and have dinner with me.”

He helps you to your feet and hands you the vibrator. He turns you towards the half bath off the kitchen and pats your bum gently while you walk away. 

Joel has laid out everything you might need on the counter. After cleaning the toy, you push the thin fabric of your lingerie aside and slide it inside yourself. You can already feel pressure on that little spongy part inside you that Joel loves to tease. As you wash your hands you let out a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding. 

I can do this, you say to yourself. 

As soon as you step out of the bathroom and make eye contact with Joel the toy comes to life. Your false confidence from a few seconds ago buckles along with your knees as you brace yourself on the door frame and let out a breathy gasp. 

“I want you to keep count and thank me for each one, Little Dove. Understand?” 

“Y-yes, sir,” you moan, crossing your legs and squeezing your thighs, all while maintaining eye contact. 

The vibration stops, you take a few deep breaths before standing up tall and walking over to the table. Always the gentleman, he pulls out your chair and kisses the top of your head before taking his seat. 

“Eat while we go over some ground rules, Little Dove.” 

You don’t have to be told twice, you love sushi and you’re probably going to need your strength for the evening. 

“You are going to need a safe word tonight.” Your mouth goes dry and you become accurately aware of the small remote control in his possession. 

“We are going to use a colour coding system, much like traffic lights. If I ask you for a colour tonight you have three options. Green means you want to keep going,” he emphasizes the word you. 

“Yellow means you need a break and will let me know when you’re ready again. Say red and we stop.” Joel pauses and looks at you with a raised eyebrow. 

“Yes, sir,” you reply in between bites. 

He picks up his wine and takes a sip before continuing softly, reaching across to grab your hand. “But baby, you can say yellow or red at any time. If you need a break or reassurance, say yellow. And if it’s too intense and you need me to stop, say red. We’ve done our research on this. But you need to know that if you say stop, or that you need a break, or even if you’re crying and saying I’m hurting you, I will not stop. Colours only. Understand?”

You nod while taking a big mouthful of wine, the nervous excitement that you’ve been feeling all day courses through your body. As your wine glass is put back on the table the vibrating starts again, stronger this time. 

“You should know by now that you need to use your fucking words, Little Dove.” He says darkly. 

“Yes,” you stammer. “Yes. I under….I understand, sir.”

The vibrating stops and you let out a breathy, Oh god.

You both eat your dinner and finish the wine, this man could give you whiplash with how quickly he can go from sir to family man.  He asks about your day and tells you about the new apprentice he’s hired. When you both finish eating he takes the dishes to the sink. He turns to face you, leaning back against the counter with his arms crossed. The sleeves of his t-shirt stretch over the ropes of muscles lining his biceps. 

“Little Dove, do I have your consent to make you come until you use a safe word?” 

Again, the whiplash. 

Your mouth goes dry as you reply with his preferred ‘yes, sir.’ 

The toy comes to life again, on a higher setting than the last 2 times. You lean forward so your ass is slightly off the chair to ease some of the intensity. You’re not a stranger to a vibrator, but never one that’s pushed this firmly against your g spot and your clit. The seat of your chair is clamped between your fingers as you cry out in pleasure. 

“Don’t make me tie you to that fucking chair. Sit down, Little Dove.”

You do as he says, letting out a desperate moan as the hard seat presses the two ends of the u shaped toy deeper and harder against your g spot. 

“Oh fuck - fuck - m’gonna…” you close your eyes and your head falls back as the white heat in your center starts to reach its breaking point. 

Joel strides over to you and grabs your chin, twisting you slightly to face him. “Look at me, I want to see it when you come.” 

“J-Joel,” his hand doesn’t leave your chin and he watches you with such admiration as you start to come undone. 

“That’s it, Little Dove,” he whispers as he places a few kisses along your jaw towards your ear adding, “Let go for me.” 

Your orgasm hits you hard, spreading from the base of your spine and out to every inch of your body. Wave after wave flows through you, intensified by the look of admiration spreading across Joel's face.  

“There you go - good girl.” 

Your fingers start to ache as you fight to stay seated in the chair, his wishes are your command and you’ll do anything to hear him praise you again. You squirm against the seat as overstimulation starts to take over. 

“Please, sir,” you beg, “fuck! I need…I need to move.” 

“So beautiful when you beg, Little Dove….count it for me” He says. 

“One sir, thank you.” It comes out weak and breathy, a voice you didn’t expect after only one orgasm. 

“Give me a colour, baby.” His voice is almost soothing as he torments you with the vibrator. 

Current state aside, you’re not giving up or giving in after one orgasm, even if it is still coursing through you minutes later. 

“Green!” You scream, shifting yourself off the chair slightly as he switches to a new vibration setting.  Its intensity varies and shifts, and the anticipation of never knowing what might hit you next is a new level of wonderful torture.

Joel slides your chair out and kneels in front of you, pushing your hips back down to the chair. 

“I will tie you down if you don’t stay still, Little Dove,” he growls before slamming his lips into yours.

A second orgasm tears through your body, your hands move to his shoulders, nails digging into the fabric of his shirt as you try not to move. It’s no use, the vibrations are too intense and you buck your hips up while your head falls back breaking the kiss. 

The kitchen fills with your cries of ecstasy. Somehow you manage to count and thank him for the second one before he turns off the toy and pulls you to your feet. You grip his strong forearms to steady yourself, your pussy still fluttering against the weight of the vibrator. 

“You have five seconds before I turn this on high, Little Dove. Unless you can make it to the bedroom before that.” 

Your legs feel like jelly beneath you, but your competitive side kicks in and you sprint down the hallway as he loudly and authoritatively counts to five. You almost make it through the bedroom when you feel the most intense vibration hit your swollen g spot. You stumble forward, folding your upper body onto the bed. Your brain scrambles to catch up to your body as it processes that you’re not in pain but instead in a state of agonizing pleasure. 

Joel walks up behind you, pressing himself against your ass. “You’re doing such a good job for me,” he praises before landing a hard slap on your right ass cheek. 

Your body is suspended in that moment right before you come. You almost feel like you’re floating and the pleasure is so intense that you can’t even make a noise as you clench the bedsheet in your fists to try to ground yourself. 

He uses his body to pin you down, folding over you and whispering “Give me a colour,” in your ear. 

“Green” comes out in a shaky whisper. 

“That’s my girl.” He says proudly, biting your shoulder blade. 

Again it’s his words that do it, my girl, and you finally tip over the edge and tremble underneath him. Joel kisses and sucks the skin of your upper back, every inch of your body feels encompassed by him and crying out for relief, but you’re not giving in. 

“Ah - fuuuuck…” you feel like this orgasm has been going on for hours.

“I wish you could see how good you look right now.” 

“Stop. P-please. Stop,” you beg in between gasps of air. 

As you come down from your high the vibrating slows to a small tickle, not enough to make you come again but enough to remind you that it’s there.

Can someone die from an orgasm? 

“Take off your clothes,” Joel growls in your ear, slapping your right ass cheek as he peels himself off of you. “I’m not stopping until you use the safe word, Little Dove.” 

He pulls his shirt off and watches as you undo the clasps and clips of your lingerie and slide it off with shaky hands. 

As you lay on the bed you say, “I’m not a fucking quitter, sir.” 

Joel smirks, laughing through his nose a little as he wraps a silk cuff around each ankle, spreading your legs apart for him. “How many are we at so far?” 

As he cuffs your wrists you reply. “Three. Thank you, sir.” 

He kisses your forehead as he slowly removes the vibrator. “Fuck me,” he says, “look at this mess, such a good girl for me.” 

You close your eyes and let the praise wash over you like a warm bath. Joel shifts his body between your legs and places two little kisses on your swollen clit making you whimper and suck your bottom lip between your teeth. 

He uses two fingers to lightly circle your clit making you come instantly with a whimpering ‘four, thank you, sir,’ at the end. 

Joel doesn’t stop, switching to use his tongue while keeping the same pace and pressure as you come again.

“Ah - five, thank you, sir!”

….and again….”fuck, six. Thank you, sir.”

...and again….”s-seven - oh god - thank y-you, sir.” 

Your skin is covered in a thin sheen of sweat as a cool liquid drizzles down your pussy. You gasp at the new sensation, eyes shooting to his face. 

“Stay still, Little Dove.” 

As he runs his fingers up and down your pussy, the lube turns warm and tingly, heightening his touches. Joel draws circles on your clit with his thumb, pursing his lips and blowing cool air. The warmth turns icy cold, and when he stops blowing, heat rushes to your pussy, pulling another orgasm from you. 

Yes, I’m certain someone can die from an orgasm. 

“Count, Little Dove.” 

A whine escapes your lips as you try to tug your legs together. His thumb has slowed down but it’s all becoming too much. “Eight. I can’t anymore, sir.” 

He blows cool air again and the heat rushing has you keening all over again. 

“Please, Joel. I can’t. Please.” Tears spring from your eyes. 

“You’re ok. You can do this, baby.” Cool air hits your pussy again and you come apart.  “Good girl. So gorgeous. Count it for me, Little Dove.” 

“Nine. N-nine,” your eyes slam shut as he pulls away from you. “T-thank you, sir.” 

Before you’ve even finished thanking him, he slides his middle finger inside you, lightly massaging your g spot that’s still so sensitive from the vibrator. He pushes one of his strong hands down on your mound as he torturously works you toward your tenth orgasm.��

“No…please. Sir, I,” you gasp as you try to pull free. 

“I can’t,” the pleasure is almost painful at this point as the pressure from your arousal builds. He knows your close, he’s been dying to make you squirt again after the other night. 

“Color,” Joel says tenderly, slipping a second finger inside you and hooking the forward. 

You swallow hard against your sore and scratchy throat. You whine ‘green’, as you arch your back to try to ease the intense mixture of pain, pleasure and pressure that you’re experiencing. 

“Stay still, Little Dove,” Joel pushes harder on your lower belly. “Give me number ten. Show me, baby. Show me how good this feels.” 

You swear that everything stops, including your heart and time, as you fall apart under his touch and gush all over his hand. The walls of your pussy are clenching around Joel’s fingers and you can feel a puddle forming underneath you.  You think you hear Joel praising you, but the sound is muffled by your gasps and moans.  If you lived in an apartment your neighbours might think you were being tortured based on the loud cries coming out of you. Joel is sure that he’ll be making you a hot toddy to ease your throat later, but right now he’s hyper-focused on getting you through this orgasm.

As you start to come down his hand slows, “relax, baby.”

 “Red. S-stop. Fuck Joel, red.” 

Joel gently removes his fingers, shifting quickly to undo your restraints. You’re shivering and exhausted as he pulls you into his arms and away from the soaked sheets.

Everything Joel Miller does is done with the utmost care and attention, including aftercare. Your heated blanket is already warmed up, tucked near the headboard. He pulls it over you and places a featherlight kiss on your sweaty forehead. 

“I got you, darlin’. Shhh. I got you.” He holds you tighter as you melt into him. 

After a few moments of silence, you tilt your face up to look at him. “Are you okay?” He asks gently.

You bite your bottom lip to stop a smile. “Ya, that was - amazing.” 

You laugh a little and tuck back into his chest. “Are you sure? I’m so proud of you for using a safe word, but I need to ensure I didn’t hurt you.” 

You shake your head and fight to stay awake. “No…you didn’t” you mumble sleepily, stifling a yawn. “I’m great - just one minute…then I’ll do something for you.” 

Joel laughs softly and tilts your face up to his. He presses his lips to yours gently. “That was for me, Little Dove. Sleep for a little bit, I’ll wake you up for electrolytes and food.”

The warmth of your blanket takes over, you whisper an ‘I love you’ just as you drift off, thanking whoever brought this beautiful man into your life. 

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[jojikawa]

The Princess and the Delinquent 🎀🖤

Highschool AU — Delinquent!Ryomen Sukuna, Popular!Reader, Little Brother Yuuji, is Mostly SFW apart from AU Sukuna being a horny young adult.

artist: yom

Delinquent!Ryomen who’s been staring at you every day since you’ve transferred to his school. His attraction towards you was nearly immediate. You were just so soft-looking and pretty.

Delinquent!Ryomen who tells himself that he will emotionally distance himself from you once he finds out you’re already taken but he fails miserably, settling for admiring you from afar.

Delinquent!Ryomen who learns that you had a nasty breakup with the guy and now you’re really heartbroken because you’ve been dating that guy since grade school.

Delinquent!Ryomen who begins messing with you during the classes the two of you have together. He sits behind you, tugging your hair if it’s long enough to go down your back, moving your chair more towards him with his foot and even getting bold enough to throw things at you like candy wrappers and small crumpled sticky notes.

Delinquent!Ryomen who scares off any guys that seem like they may be trying to pursue a relationship with you, leaving you wondering why no guys ever approach you after your break up.

Delinquent!Ryomen who you’re forced to partner up with because of your consistently high grades and his consistently low ones.

Delinquent!Ryomen who nicknames you princess when he experiences just how soft and frilly yet demanding you are when you try to get him to do his half of the work.

Delinquent!Ryomen who gets in a fight and is almost expelled because he heard some guy in the locker room saying something vulgar about you. He doesn’t mention this to you at all to protect your feelings. 

Delinquent!Ryomen who eventually opens up after your excessive help to keep his grades up. You end up tolerating him a lot more too which he is grateful for.

Delinquent!Ryomen who you actually find kinda cute once your heartbreak begins to subside.

Delinquent!Ryomen who leaves unsigned love letters in your locker, just to convince you that some sad lonely loser left them instead once you mention it to him: 

You: “Ryomen…someone keeps putting these notes in my locker.”

Ryo: “I wonder who’s gonna tell that poor freak you’re not into him.”

You: “Well, I want to know because they’re actually kinda sweet.”

Ryo: “Wait, really?!”

Delinquent!Ryomen who kisses you in the hallway in front of everyone on Valentine’s Day because you felt sad and left out about not getting a present.

Delinquent!Ryomen who confesses his feelings shortly after.

Delinquent!Ryomen who is extremely surprised about you returning his feelings and kissing him back because why would a pretty princess like you want anything to do with him?

Delinquent!Ryomen who invites you to his house for homework after school where you meet his adorable kid brother, Yuuji. He was a sweet, curious toddler who immediately latched onto you the moment you got in the door.

Delinquent!Ryomen who you scold for bullying the poor child because he annoyed him.

Delinquent!Ryomen who gets bored of homework so soon and pulls you into his bed with him instead. You sorta get the vibe that he’s sorta lonely and isolated because others find him scary.

Delinquent!Ryomen who makes you his security blanket, melting into your chest and falling asleep before you could even say anything about it.

Delinquent!Ryomen who randomly asks if you’re on birth control or not while he’s walking you home. He does not elaborate why but you sorta get it.

Delinquent!Ryomen who uses his bathroom break to peer into the windows of whatever class that the two of you don't share to stalk you. If you see him watching you then he smirks before waving at you and disappearing. If you don’t notice him, he will tap the window, alerting the entire class and earning himself detention.

Delinquent!Ryomen who gets you in trouble so that you can be stuck in detention with him. 

🎀 — @ameliabs-world

#ryomen x reader #high school AU #sukuna x reader #I’ll die for you in secret #jujutsu kaisen ryomen #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #jujutsu kaisen x reader #Jjk #Ryomen Sukuna x reader #fluff #SFW #Safe for work #Ryomen Sukuna x you #Ryomen Sukuna x y/n

[venuslore]

𖥔 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄 𖥔

summary ; your valentine’s day takes a turn when what you think is just a surprise from peter turns out to be a lot more than you bargained for.

pairing ; mcu!peter parker x fem!reader

notes ; fluff, some mentions of anxiety, but mostly just peter being an oblivious lil himbo baby! this is a repost from my old acc x

do not transfer, translate or share my work to any other sites.

with valentine’s day just around the corner, it was easy to find yourself paranoid about the entire holiday and what exactly it meant for you and peter. 

while for most people, it was a celebration of love and being able to embrace that, for you, it had become an anxiety-induced menace of a day that had you second-guessing everything.

the worst part of all was that you and peter technically weren’t together. 

yet, as the days grew closer and you continued to get your hopes up, it was hard not to feel disheartened when he hadn’t uttered a single word about it. leading you to wonder if he had even given it any thought or if you were simply just getting in over your head about the whole thing. 

to any stranger passing you by on the street and witnessing just how affectionate you were with each other, you looked like a couple. heck, you had even shared the occasional kiss, sometimes a little more, and on days when you would go to his apartment to study, it was never long before you’d find yourself snuggling in his bed while he tried to do homework over the top of you.

you never really cared to put a label on your situationship until now, and mostly because you didn’t think you had to. 

but when the day finally arrives and peter was yet to exhibit any efforts in the name of romance, you were devastated. 

“so, he really hasn’t said anything?” mj asks as you head to your locker, having just finished your last class of the day. 

“nope. not a word,” you shake your head.

with her brows furrowing into a scowl, mj exhales, “man, i really thought he would have. i mean… it’s peter. the dude is literally the biggest softie i have ever met.”

despite the sadness you were feeling, you couldn’t help but crack a smile at your best friend’s words. she was the only one that knew how strongly you felt for peter. 

after all, she was the one to point it out.

“i don’t know, maybe i’m just looking too much into it?” you lift your shoulders into a shrug at the same time you reach your locker. 

“well, speak of the devil,” mj gestures towards the end of the hallway where peter and ned had just rounded the corner. 

it only takes them a moment to catch sight of you, and when they do, peter beams with a smile and waves before heading in your direction. even as they passed by multiple girls carrying flowers and the various heart-shaped decorations scattered all over the halls, peter still hadn’t noticed.

“hey! ned and i were talking about going back to mine to study for that test we have coming up, and maybe watch a movie. you guys in?” he asks, tugging on the straps of his bag, completely ignorant to his surroundings. 

it was like he had forgotten about the holiday’s existence altogether, or he was actively trying to avoid it. but why?

“i can’t. i, uh, i actually have a date tonight,” mj says, tucking her hair behind her ear as all eyes turn in her direction. 

“wait, what? with who?” you ask, this being the first you were hearing about it. honestly, you were surprised she had even told you at all. 

shaking her head, she looks down at her feet and shrugs, “just this guy. it doesn’t matter. but, uh, y/n is free tonight so… there’s that.”

the second the words leave her lips, peter’s attention returns to you. and you weren’t entirely sure, but it almost looked like he was relieved that you had no plans. 

a small smile dangled on the corner of his mouth, and his deep brown eyes softened as they met yours. “oh, okay. well, uh, do you want to join us?” he sort of fumbles over his words. 

while it wasn’t exactly what you had imagined spending the most romantic day of the year with peter would be like, it beat having to sit at home alone wallowing in your own self-pity. even if it was with the person causing it… and ned.

you open your mouth to speak when you’re interrupted by ned’s phone.

“actually, change of plans,” he says. “it’s betty… and she wants to see a movie tonight.”

“i thought you two broke up?” mj narrows her eyes with confusion. 

“we did… but maybe she wants to get back together?” he turns to peter with hopeful eyes, and after a moment, the other boy gives him a nudge. 

“dude, go!” he laughs. and just like that, ned rushes down the hall in search of betty, leaving the three of you dumbfounded as you let out a chorus of chuckles. 

“on that note, i better get going too,” mj says once the laughter faded into sighs and points the same way ned had gone. “i’ll see you losers monday. have fun, studying.”

rolling your eyes, you wave goodbye to the girl, as the thought of being alone with peter all night creeps into your mind. 

the idea alone causes your heart to fasten, thrumming loudly in your ears as your mouth becomes dry with nerves. it wasn’t like you at all to be so anxious around peter, and so much so that you almost couldn’t think straight. he was typically the one person you went to when you needed things to slow down, not make them difficult. 

you try to play off the effect he was having on you as you close your locker and swing your bag over your shoulder, but the second your gaze meets his again, it only seems to amplify. 

“so, it looks like it’s just you and me,” he shuffles awkwardly on his feet, tightening his grip on his bag straps once more. 

“uh, yeah. looks like it.” you smile, swallowing the ball that had formed in your throat, and the two of you slowly head towards the exit. 

the walk back to his apartment is quiet at first, but the second peter starts talking about the chemistry assignment he had coming up, there was no stopping him. though, you couldn’t shake the feeling like he was purposely trying to prolong the walk. 

he insisted that you take the longer route, which you never do, and he even slowed down his pace through the park. and as you were passing the deli-grocery, he stopped off to buy you both a sandwich, which wasn’t completely out of the ordinary, but it did add another fifteen minutes to your time. 

it was like he didn’t want to get back to the apartment, like the thought of being fully alone with you was something he didn’t want to partake in. 

when you do finally reach the apartment, however, he fumbles to unlock the door and almost drops the keys in the process, but the second it’s open, you’re hesitant to even step inside. you had been there a million times before but this time, for whatever reason, felt different. 

you wondered if it really were such a good idea for you to be there, to be alone with him when he was clearly opposed to the idea. which was odd considering he had been the one to initiate you going over there in the first place.

“do you want a drink or anything?” he asks as he passes the kitchen to put his bag in his room. 

most days, you would follow him straight to his room, sometimes even beating him there, but with how he had been acting, it just didn’t feel right. so you lingered in the living room instead. 

at least, until he pops his head out of the door, and with a reassuring smile surfacing on his lips, he gestures for you to follow. 

“we’ve got water, juice or soda?” he asks as you enter the room, dropping his bag at the foot of his bed. 

“water is fine,” you nod. 

“okay, give me a sec,” he nods back, and having to cram past you to get out of the door, his hand runs down your arm so to not squish you. the touch immediately sends a pulse throughout your body, causing you to let out a small gasp. 

you were just grateful peter was far enough away that he hadn’t heard it, or if he did, he didn’t show it. 

with peter leaving you alone in his room, you take the chance to take it all in like you hadn’t been there before. you drop your bag beside his and slip out of your jacket before falling into a stupor on his bed. 

peter’s room had always been comforting to you, though, since the blip, it didn’t quite feel like it was his anymore. 

like everyone else that tragically disappeared, peter lost the majority of his belongings, as did you, but he no longer had any of his action figures or comic books. even the nerdy science posters that you would pick on him for, or his lego models - all the things that made peter’s room… his… was all gone. 

shaking away the thoughts, you bury yourself in the comfort of his sheets, letting your fingers dance across the cotton as you wait for him to return. but when you move to grab your phone from your jacket pocket, something in the corner of your eye catches your attention. 

it was the smallest glimmer of something red inside his closet, and the door was only open a crack, but it was enough to make your thoughts go wild. 

was it possible that peter had bought you something for valentine’s day and this whole thing was just a ruse to get you alone with him? were ned and mj in on it? or had he decided against it, thinking that maybe it was too much, and that’s why it was hidden away in his closet?

perhaps that was why he had been acting so strange and why he had been pretending like today was nothing but any other regular day?

however, before you get the chance to relieve your suspicions, peter walks back in with two glasses of water, and when he sees that you had already made yourself comfortable, he draws in his bottom lip as a nervous smile takes hold of his features. 

“something tells me you have absolutely no intention of studying,” he shakes his head. 

“something tells me you’re right.” you pat the spot beside you, and he obliges, pulling his laptop from the desk beside the bed and finding a movie for you both to watch. 

while you enjoyed laying with peter in comfortable silence, watching the film he had chosen, you couldn’t stop thinking about what was in his closet. the tiny sliver of red teasing you from between the slats, begging for you to confront it. 

nevertheless, it takes two hours for peter to finally leave the room again, and within that time, he hadn’t mentioned it at all. which only made you all the more curious. 

so the second he stepped out of the room, you set into motion to find out what it was he was hiding. and you knew you shouldn’t have, but not knowing was killing you, and you simply couldn’t help yourself. 

you tip-toe across the floor, avoiding the creaky spot in the middle, and after a deep breath, you slowly open the door. though, what you were expecting to be a heart-shaped balloon or a cute stuffed animal that said something like ‘be my valentine?’ on the front, was far from what you had imagined. 

instead, hanging on the metal rod was a suit. a suit that you would recognise absolutely anywhere with it’s distinct red and black colours, and who could forget the unmistakable mask with its intricate detailing. 

then it hits you, and a shiver of realisation rolls down your spine. 

setting out a gasp, you drop the suit to the floor and stumble back into the bed, knocking over a book in the process. you couldn’t believe what you had just discovered, and you barely get a moment to collect yourself before peter comes running to the door. 

“hey, are you-” he stops the second he sees the suit, his smile falling as he takes in your bewildered state and it transforms into a look of horror. 

“peter, i-”

“shit,” he exhales, cutting you off as he reaches for the material and throws it back into his closet as fast as he can, despite knowing that the damage was already done. “don’t look at that. that’s nothing. completely and totally nothing.”

“peter, was that - are you?” you try to get the words out, but you’re still in so much shock that it seems near impossible to do so.

“no. nope. It’s not…” he shakes his head rapidly, leaning against the closet now. “it was, uh, it was a gift from may. she knows i like superheroes, so, y'know?”

“peter…”

“it’s nothing, really. i promise. it was just a-”

“peter…”

“i was thinking of maybe even wearing it for halloween this year, what do you think? you could go as black widow, or umm, captain marvel?”

“peter!” this time when you say his name, he stops talking, realising that there was no way he was going to get out of this. and if he did, it would be a miracle. but you were smart, smart enough not to believe the nonsense that was pouring out of his mouth, and know that this was for real. 

his head falls with defeat, and he drags himself to sit beside you. the air was heavy now, filled with worry as he tried to choose his words carefully. there were only so many ways you could tell someone you had a secret identity being a superhero and he had wanted to do it perfectly - but most importantly, not like this. 

“look, i - i hated not being able to tell you but if everyone knew who i was then my life wouldn’t be the same anymore." 

"but, this is me we’re talking about peter. i’m the same person that knows you still wear star wars underwear, and that you secretly love it when i choose to watch twilight on movie night.” you sigh, shoulders slumping slightly. “you can tell me anything.”

his eyes soften at your remark, and the ghost of a smile tugs at the corner of his lips. “i know, but i wanted… i wanted to keep you safe. there are bad guys out there that would like to come after spider-man and you knowing who i am, only puts you in danger." 

"who else knows?" 

"may, ned and… mj.”

“mj?” you retort. 

“to be fair, i didn’t tell her. she worked it out herself and i swore her to secrecy so don’t be angry at her for not telling you.” he raises a finger to further prove his point. “i was actually planning on telling you about it tonight, but every time i thought about it, i got nervous and i couldn’t do it.”

“so that’s why you’ve been acting so weird?” you ask, nudging the boy’s shoulder playfully as relief washes over you. “and here i am thinking that it was me. the only reason i looked in your closet was because i… i thought… never mind it’s stupid.”

he chuckles, “no. you have to tell me now!”

you let your head fall back for a moment, and after letting out a deep breath, you sway your head back down. “okay. i saw the red through the cracks and i thought that maybe… it was a valentine’s day present. i know we never really put a label on… us… but i just, i don’t know, i thought that maybe that’s where we were and-”

your words turn into muffles as peter presses his lips to yours in a swift movement, and you’re taken back by his actions but you don’t push him off. your body feels electric and you kiss him back with a smile, sinking into it more before he pulls away. 

he doesn’t pull back much, and instead, rests his forehead against yours as you both try to catch your breath. your heart thumps in your chest and you’re still so close that you were sharing the same air. 

peter had kissed you many of times before, some of them turning into heated make-out sessions but this was different to any of those. this had purpose. 

“sorry, you were rambling and i couldn’t help myself.” a coy smile flashes across his face for a moment, before being replaced with a look of uncertainty. “was that enough for you to see how i feel about you? or would you rather i change my relationship status too? or i could just post to the entire world about how much i love you?”

upon hearing the words, you pull away and a shallow gasp escapes you. you weren’t sure if peter had meant to say it, but whether he did or not, it was out there now and your heart pangs inside your chest as your stomach fills with butterflies. 

“you love me?” you say between breaths and disbelief in your eyes. 

he lets out a nervous laugh as his cheeks redden, and his fingers play with the folds of his shirt. “i mean, yeah… you’re kinda my favourite person in existence. it’d be hard not to.”

“really?”

he nods and walks back over to the closet. “yeah. also if you had of looked in the other side of my closet you would’ve seen this…" 

you watch as he opens the closet door to reveal a beautiful bouquet of white and red flowers all wrapped up in bright red paper.

"i was going to give it to you when i told you about… y'know…” he widens his eyes. “but you sort of did that for me… plus, there was also this.”

this time he pulls out a small bag, something that you’d find at a jewellery store, and hands it to you. you look to him as though to be asking permission to open it, and he nods, gesturing for you to do so before leaning against his desk. 

“it’s not a lot, and i’ve been saving for a while now to get it for you, but if you don’t like it then we can exchange it or get something else…”

opening the bag, you find a small box with gold detailing around the sides. and when you open it, inside sits a bracelet decorated with charms, but the one in the middle, that you can’t really see unless you’re looking close enough is a 'p’.

after a moment of basking in the sentiment of it all, you lean back and give him a warm smile. 

“i love it,” you say, tears slowly starting to brim your eyes as your mouth involuntarily starts to crease. “and i love you.”

“yeah?” peter’s brows twitch, his eyes never leaving yours, and he lifts your palm to his lips for a feather-light kiss. he barely touches you, but it sets your skin alight. 

then all of your focus is on him as you stand to meet him, enveloping him in another kiss. hands moving along his chest to fall behind his neck as he wraps his own around your waist and holds you tight. pulling you as close to him as humanly possible. 

when you do finally pull apart, he clasps the bracelet around your wrist before you slide your fingers through his, savouring the warmth of his skin against yours. 

“so, since you have two identities does that mean i get double the love?” you let out a small chuckle and peter matches it. 

“i think i could manage that.” he says and places one more kiss on the tip of your nose. 

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[noosayog]

Hi! I saw request were open for your Valentine's Day event! I'm so so so excited! May I request reader x Hinata where reader almost didn't give Hinata chocolates from being so nervous, but eventually works up the courage and Hinata is overjoyed to receive chocolates from his crush? Thanks so much for the consideration and excited to read all the pieces you plan to share with us! <3

thank u for sending a request! this is my first time writing hinata so i hope u like it!

wc: 700

valentine's masterlist, regular masterlist

“Hey, Kageyama.” 

The setter doesn’t look up as he continues to furiously copy your homework. “What?”

“Do you know what day today is?” Hinata asks. 

“February 14th.” 

“That’s not what I meant.” 

“Tuesday.” 

“Not that either. It’s Valentine’s Day.” 

“And?” 

“Did you receive… you know… any…” Hinata’s eyes dart to you for the quickest of seconds. 

“What?

Another voice interrupts. “Talking about these?” 

Hinata looks up to find Tsukishima and Yamaguchi walking into the classroom. Dangling in Tsukishima’s hand are 3 baggies, obviously filled with some sort of chocolate baked good. 

Hinata’s eyes bulge. “You got three already!?” 

Tsukishima smirks, “more than you will, I’m sure.”

Kageyama looks up from his homework. “Oh, yeah,” he says. He reaches into his desk and pulls out his own baggie and a box. “These were in my shoe locker this morning.” 

Hinata falls to his knees and calls out, “Why?!” 

– 

When afterschool practice rolls around, Hinata is at the end of his rope. All throughout drills, he noticed people milling about the entrance, sitting on the bleachers, and calling out to various members of the volleyball team. Each time one of them would return to the gym, expression slightly sheepish and holding a little gift in their hands. Almost everyone, except Hinata, ended the day with at least one present. 

Dejected, Hinata cleans up the gym with the rest of the first-years before picking up his bag and making his way to the bike racks after bidding the group a good evening. 

He lets out a deep sigh, hopping on this bike and hoping his blue spring will come next year. Before he begins pedaling though, a call of his name stops him. 

“Hinata! Wait!” 

Your voice has him swiveling around to find you out of breath and running in his direction. He obediently waits until you’re standing in front of him, hands on your knees to catch your breath. 

Foolishly, Hinata’s hopes fly up like the hammer machine at an amusement park. He watches you with anticipatory eyes, trying to feign nonchalance when he asks you what’s up. 

He watches with bated breath when your hands reach into your bag. He can practically envision himself, tail wagging, ears perked up. 

“Um!” you announce, eyes nervously darting side to side. “Have the rest of the first-years left already?” 

Hinata’s chest deflates just as quickly. “Oh,” he says. “Yeah.” 

“So, it’s just you left?” 

“Yeah. Sorry about that.” 

“What? No! Why are you apologizing?” 

“No reason. Just forget it,” he says, already turning to get back on his bike. “Well…” he trails off awkwardly. “See you tomorrow?” 

You reach a hand out to grab his bag. “Wait! Actually, I was hoping… that you might…” 

He looks at you. 

“Well. I made these,” your hand comes out of your bag to show him a bag of sweets. “And I was hoping… that you might accept them.” your tone rises at the end, making it sound more like a question. 

Hinata’s eyes widen, as he looks from you to the chocolates and back to you. 

“For me?” 

“Yeah… yep.” you nod. “Oh! But if you don’t like chocolate, it’s totally ok. And no hard feelings if you don’t want them. I mean, I totally get it.” You’re really rambling now. “Or maybe you’re… like… allergic? Oh my god, that’s it, huh? I’m so sorry, I promise I’m not trying to kill you and-” 

You’re rambling now and luckily, Hinata stops you by picking you up and spinning you in circles. Your brain barely processes what’s happening, with Hinata’s arms wrapped tightly around your waist, you pressed chest to chest with him, and your legs flailing about as he spins the both of you. 

You look down at him, his unfiltered joy completely and utterly open on display on his face. Soon, you find it hard not to giggle along, evolving into full on belly laughter until he puts you down. 

“Are these really for me?!” he asks. 

You nod, remnants of your laughing session still present as a ghost of a smile on your lips. 

He accepts them and opens it right away to chomp at the chocolate cupcake you prepared. After swallowing the first bite, he grins at you, all teeth. “Thanks! This is great!” 

After he polishes off the last bite, he licks the crumbs off his finger. 

“You know,” he starts. “I was starting to get nervous,” he admits. “I’ve been waiting all day.” 

-for you. 

The last bit goes unsaid but he thinks that this is enough for now.

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[corroded-hellfire]

With Eliza at school and Luke nervous about a little girl a thought came to me.

How would Eddie react when Eliza came home and I just talked about a boy giving her things, like a picture of them holding hands?

And Luke talking to reader, asking how her dad made her fall in love with him.

Obviously you don't have to do this if you don't want to.

I love you.

This request just seemed like the perfect one for @munson-blurbs and me to write for Valentine's Day. I hope you enjoy and that Cupid shoots all of you in your wonderful butts with an arrow 💘

Warnings: smut, oral, f receiving, male masturbation, pregnant!reader, older!eddie

Words: 2.6k

[As You Wish masterlist]

Little Eliza Munson slides her glittery green Little Mermaid backpack off and sets it down on the coffee table in the living room. Her small Mary Janes had been kicked off near the front door and now she tucks her pink sock-clad feet beneath her as she unzips the bag. 

First out comes the folder that her homework is always secured safely inside. Keeping with the theme of Disney Princesses, a smiling Mulan stares up at Eliza as she opens the folder. Before she can get to her homework though, a drawing slips out and floats down onto the carpet next to her. Heaving a sigh and rolling her brown doe eyes in annoyance, she snaps the folder closed as Luke traipses into the room.

Drawings weren’t uncommon in the Munson household. In fact, there was probably a drawing from every member of the family hanging on the over-crowded fridge. But as Luke glimpsed this slightly crumpled paper next to his sister on the navy carpet, he knew he didn’t recognize the style—or lack thereof—from anyone in the house. 

“Liza, whatcha got?” he asks his sister. 

“A drawing from my boyfriend,” Eliza replies, nonchalantly. 

A loud bang and a murmured “shit” from the kitchen has Luke snorting in amusement at what was obviously their dad’s reaction to Eliza’s little announcement. 

“Oooh, Liza likes a boooooy!” Luke teases as he walks over towards her. He bends over to pick the drawing up, but Eliza snatches it and slams it down on the table in front of her before he can. 

The little girl wrinkles her nose in disgust. “Ew, no! I don’t like him. He’s always eating sand from the sandbox.”

Ryan pokes his head in from the kitchen, his mouth full of food like he hasn’t eaten in days. “Hey, Luke used to do that.” He strolls over to his siblings. Luke glares at his older brother as he continues speaking. “When did you finally stop? Last month, right?” Eliza giggles and it diverts Ryan’s attention back to her. “Then why is he your boyfriend if you don’t like him?” The oldest Munson sibling takes a seat down on the floor next to the little girl. He tilts his head as he inspects the drawing the boy made for her. Ryan is able to make out that it’s supposed to be Eliza holding someone’s hand—presumably the boy who drew it. The little hearts around their heads in reds, pinks, and purples add the final touch.

Eliza shrugs. “Cuz he said so.”

“Who said what?” Eddie asks as he comes into the living room. He’s caught wind of what’s going on from being just on the other side of the wall in the kitchen, but he doesn’t wanna come in ready to send this four-year-old boy with a crush on his daughter to Siberia. “Please don’t tell me you listened to Luke again. Didn’t you learn your lesson when we had to unglue those shoes from your feet?”

Luke throws his arms in the air. “Why am I being attacked like this today? You know what, I’m going to find the one person in this family who actually likes me.”

Ryan smirks to himself and can’t help adding, “Wormy Munson died when you were four, dude. He’s long gone.”

Luke flips him the bird as he walks out of the room. Eddie crouches down and looks over the drawing with Ryan when Luke returns with you in tow. 

“It’s them,” Luke says in a whiney voice, pointing to his older brother and father.

You sigh and shake your head as you rest your hand on your swollen belly. “Why are you all picking on my son?” You wrap your arms around Luke the best you can in your heavily pregnant state and press a kiss to the side of his head. “My little angel did nothing wrong.”

“Yeah,” Luke adds petulantly, and it transports you back to when he was five. Ryan rolls his eyes and Eddie lets out a bark of laughter. Even Eliza isn’t buying it. Luke pretends to recover from his ordeal and turns to the little girl. “Okay, Eliza,” he says to his sister, “tell Mom what you just told us.”

“My boyfriend drawed me a picture, but he’s gross and I don’t like him.”

“He’s only her boyfriend because he said he was,” Ryan tells you. 

“Honey,” you say with a soft sigh, “if you don’t like someone, you can say ‘no, thank you.’”

“And if he doesn’t listen, you can always hit him with the one-two.” Luke demonstrates by punching the air. 

Eddie shakes his head and waves his hands in front of him. “Absolutely not.” You breathe a sigh of relief that he’s putting an end to Luke’s bad advice until he says, “you gotta kick, too. Aim for the—”

“Okay, that’s enough violence for our four-year-old, thank you very much.” You waddle your way into the kitchen and open the cupboard to find one of the few boxes that haven’t been ravaged by teenage boys. “Who wants fruit snacks?”

“Not Liza’s boyfriend,” Ryan snickers. “He’s still full from all the sand.”

Luke looks at you for a moment but doesn’t speak until you’ve handed a pouch of fruit snacks to Eliza. “Was Dad your first boyfriend?”

Eddie wraps his arms around your growing middle. “No, but I was her last,” he teases, kissing your cheek with an exaggerated mwah!

The boys mirror each other with their grossed-out faces. Luke shakes it off though and playfully nudges his father out of the way with his shoulder.

“So then how did he make you fall in love with him instead of with another boy?” he asks. 

An instinct is telling you that there’s more behind this line of questioning than simple curiosity of your and Eddie’s relationship, but you know better than to pry in front of his siblings—or his dad, for that matter. 

Taking advantage of the others being occupied by the snack, you tug Luke towards the front of the living room and plop down on a couch with him. You’re facing him as much as you can with a seven-month pregnant belly, adjusting to a comfortable position.  

“So, what do you want to know?” you start off asking Luke, keeping your eagerness to a minimum. The last thing you want to do is scare him away by seeming too excited. 

“Well, like…” Luke looks down and picks at a loose thread on his sock. “What made you want to be with dad? Like, you were in college when you two met. There were all those college guys, but you wanted dad. Why? What did he do to…get your attention, I guess?”

Your memory flashes back to when you first met Eddie. It feels like you’re watching a mini movie in your brain about how the two of you ended up together, a reel that wouldn’t be allowed on cable TV. The story isn’t exactly something you want to tell your son, so you comb through to find the bits that can be given as advice. 

“What did he do to get my attention?” You shrug and shake your head. “There wasn’t something he specifically did that made me want to be with him. It was a bunch of things that make up who he is. The first thing that caught my attention though was seeing how great of a dad he is to you two boys. You guys just adored him, and he’d do anything for you. It melted my heart.”

Luke chews on his lower lip as he considers your words. “So, there wasn’t something that he…bought you or anything?” He scrunches up his nose in contemplation. 

“Luke,” you say with a kind chuckle. “You can’t buy someone’s affection.” When he stays silent, you decide to press your luck. “Is there any particular reason you’re asking?”

His cheeks go pink; it makes you think how bashfulness is an odd look on the boy who is seemingly unfazed by everything. 

“There’s, um, this girl at school. And I was gonna ask her to the Valentine’s dance, but I don’t wanna look like an idiot.”

You smile. Mystery solved. Honestly, you should have known that Luke would be experiencing these kinds of feelings sooner rather than later. “Part of liking someone is taking that risk,” you tell him. “Although I highly doubt you’ll look like an idiot.”

“Yeah, I guess.” He shrugs, not fully satisfied with that response. “I just don’t wanna do too much, but I also don’t wanna do too little.”

The gift question makes more sense now. Usually, Luke’s gift-giving was reserved for birthdays or bribery, but it looks like he was making an exception to the rule. 

“Well, maybe you could get her a rose? Just one, not a whole bouquet,” you suggest. “And then you can ask her to the dance.”

“You think that will work?” Luke asks, a nervous quiver in his voice. 

It breaks your heart to see him this anxious, and you wish you could make certain that his plan will be successful. 

“Since I don’t know this girl, all I can say is that it should work. And if it doesn’t, she’s not worth your time because she doesn’t realize how thoughtful and caring you are.” You think for a second and then add, “not to mention hilarious.”

“And devastatingly handsome,” he quips with a straight face, making you giggle.

“Of course, that too.”

Your youngest son stands up from the couch and presses a kiss to the top of your hair. Pregnancy hormones have you tearing up as you remember when you used to do that to him. 

“Thanks, Ma.”

Luke helps you off the couch and as you walk closer to the kitchen you can hear your husband and daughter conversing. 

Eddie stands in front of Eliza with a serious expression. “Now, what do we tell boys we don’t like when they like you?”

“No, thanks!”

“Right!” He offers her his hand, and she slaps him five. “And now what do we tell boys if you do like them?”

Eliza thinks for a moment before remembering the answer. “I got a tall Daddy and crazy big brothers.”

“That’s my girl!”

Luke walks past and chimes in. “Tell them one of your brothers went insane from scurvy. Like it seeped into his brain and turned him into a flesh-eating zombie.”

The little girl makes a grossed-out face, giggling when Eddie gently slaps him upside the head. As if wanting to join in, you feel a kick from within your belly. 

“You wanna know how I snagged this gorgeous lady?” Eddie puts an arm around you and looks at Luke. “Turned on the ol’ Munson charm. It’s irresistible.” 

The comment about his irresistible charm plays on a loop all evening. Once the kids go to bed, it’s time for you to see if you can whip up some charm of your own. 

While Eddie brushes his teeth, you strip down to nothing. Well, nothing but the necklace he gave you on the night you two first slept together. The night you’d finally felt him inside you after months of using your own fingers and pretending it was him. The night he promised to knock you up with his babies. 

Mission accomplished. 

He walks back into the bedroom, his eyes immediately drawn to the pendant resting between your milk-filled breasts. 

“Jesus, baby.” He practically flies into bed and starts kissing you. His burgeoning erection presses against your thigh through his boxers. 

You tilt your head slightly, so he knows to move his lips to your neck. “Been thinkin’ about you, Eds. How good you treat me, how loved you make me feel…”

Eddie’s fingers find your clit and make precise circular motions. “Always gonna treat you good. Like my goddamn princess.” His mouth finds your collarbone. “The way you look when you’re pregnant…god damn.”

Smiling, you start to push yourself up, but he shakes his head. “I wanna spoil you tonight.” He positions himself between your thighs, licking a gentle stripe up your folds. “Tastes so fuckin’ sweet. Here, see for yourself.” He leans over your stomach and kisses you so you can taste your own arousal on his tongue. 

“‘S all about you tonight,” Eddie promises. He lowers himself back down and buries his nose in your pubic hair. His tongue glides over your clit, softly at first, but gradually increases in pressure. 

“Mhm, y-yes. R-Right there,” you murmur, relishing in the build-up to the stimulation. 

Eddie’s hips rut against the mattress as he wraps his arms around your thighs to pull himself closer to you. The feeling of your fingers tangling in his hair has him surging towards painfully hard. 

The soft moans and whimpers that float from your sweet lips break Eddie’s resolve and he reaches down to wrap a hand around his aching cock. He strokes himself in time with the flicks of his tongue over your aroused clit. 

“Eddie…Eddie—oh!” You throw your head back against the pillows. A pleasant warmth grows within you and it has you arching your back, legs tightening around your husband’s head. 

“Gonna cum,” you whimper.

“That’s my girl,” Eddie says against your dripping, throbbing pussy. “Cum for me, princess.”

Sparks dance in your vision as your orgasm breaks over you. It makes its way throughout your body, curling into every corner until it feels the absolute euphoria that Eddie brought you. 

Trying to catch your breath, you watch with dark eyes as Eddie pushes himself up to his knees. You know what he wants, so you lay down as flat as you can so it’s easier for him to crawl over you. 

Eddie’s still fisting his cock, the tip angry and leaking precum. He manages to straddle your body and braces himself with one hand pressed on the mattress right beside your head. His other hand works over his cock until the rhythm becomes erratic—your husband’s telltale sign that he’s about to cum. You only encourage this by arching your back and presenting your enlarged breasts and rounded stomach to him. 

With one final growl, Eddie releases over your bare skin. You watch as the pearly white lines make patterns across your belly with each pump of his fist over his cock. There’s so much and you love it. 

Once he’s finally spent, Eddie collapses down on the bed next to you. You miss when he’d just fall down onto you after sex, but the growing in your womb has put a pin in that for the time being. 

Neither you nor Eddie want to clean his cum from your body, but Eddie grabs his boxers and takes his time in cleaning you. If he went over your nipples more than once or maybe give a tit a squeeze here and there, what of it?

After a few attempts, you manage to roll onto your side so you’re lying face to face with your husband. He leans in closer and gently presses his nose against yours. 

“You always make me feel so good,” you say softly.

Eddie smiles and it makes your heart kick up. That smile will never lose its magic. 

“The pleasure is all mine,” Eddie replies sleepily. 

You lean in the last few inches and press your lips against Eddie’s. 

“Happy Valentine’s Day, baby,” you say.

“It’s not Valentine's Day yet,” Eddie says with a soft chuckle. 

“True,” you say as you curl up into his chest. “But I don’t need that day to tell you and show you how much I love you.”

“You’re right, sweetheart.” Eddie smiles and presses a kiss to the top of your head. “You’re my Valentine every day.” 

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #older!eddie #eddie munson fan fiction #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfic #dad!eddie #eddie munson imagine #AYW #AYWS #request

[spadesolace]

mine - college au! chaeryeong x fem! reader

chaeryeong is sweet girl with no ill intentions but you're both unsure what to do anymore once you've crossed the line of friends and dating.

warning/s: mentions of drinking, suggestive, friends with benefits

words: 2.1k

what’s it like to keep falling after being caught time and time again?

there she stood in the middle of the dance floor as you held both your drinks as your friends and hers celebrated the night before valentine’s day at a club. why did you even agree to this?

chaeryeong had to persuade you into coming, considering it was your friend group that decided to merge and go out together. oh right… partially it’s because of her.

you’ve lost count on how many shots you’ve done or how many glasses of gin and tonic is in your system. mouth sealed as people try to flirt with her and fortunately for you, she’s breaking their hearts left and right. one last attempt to celebrate valentine’s with someone.

“dude, she’s gonna melt if you keep looking at her like that.” minjeong nudges you to shake you up and not possibly start a fight in the club just because someone is flirting with chaeryeong.

“i want her to look at me. her drink is so fucking diluted now.” the cocktail she got is mostly water at this point while you’re getting another shot being offered to you.

“she’s looking at you after she rejects those losers. seriously, i thought your whole whatever the fuck is going on between you two would be settled.” you thought so as well, how did this thing even happen? you weren’t like this months ago and here you are thinking back on how the hell does she have you on a chokehold.

it was one of those nights that chaeryeong wanted to sleep over at your place, knowing that you don’t share your room with anyone or how you don’t mind her being there as you work on whatever homework you have. she’s quiet in your bed as she’s reading for her class and you’re on the verge of calling it a night. chaeryeong has been keeping track of your movement, making her lose focus when she could have been studying but she’s looking at you and averting them is she thinks you’re gonna look at her or face her way.

her face is buried in her book as you continue what you’re doing, taking quick glances at chaeryeong before you walk out of the room to get yourself something to relieve the stress. coming back holding a bottle of soju and a glass and noticing the way chaeryeong’s nose scrunches if she doesn’t understand a term or how focused she is at reading.

“do you want a drink?” chaeryeong doesn’t know how you got that bottle of soju when you were just studying a few minutes ago on your desk that was close to where she was. she lost track of you for a bit.

“on a school night, really?” you rolled your eyes as you took a glass and poured yourself some and placed it back on your desk. sitting next to her as you wait for some sort of reaction or confirmation that she wants to. her hand reaches out asking for your glass, she’s not one to finish a drink alone, knowing that she gets drunk easily.

“if you finish my glass, i swear to god, lee chaeryeong-” pouring another shot of soju, thinking if you should get a can of beer and mix it.

“you and i both know i’m going to drink whatever you have.” she’s thinking the same thing as she stands up and makes her way to the kitchen like she owns the place.

“then you complain how strong it tastes.” you follow her, holding the glass and the bottle of soju and setting it in the living room where she pours the beer onto the one glass you’ve been sharing.

“stop getting strong drinks then.” she takes the glass and chugs it as she gently places it back on the table with a smug look.

“work on your tolerance first.” pouring yourself a drink as her smug look is wiped out of her face.

chaeryeong is a lightweight, you know this as she finishes another glass and is already laughing at whatever you two are talking about but who are you to complain. getting quite touchy and leaning on you as she reaches for your glass but you stop her and finish the drink. even if you’re a bit tipsy and she’s close to being blackout drunk, your priority is to stop her from going past her limit.

she’s looking at you with a pout as you keep the glass away from her, reaching out and leaning herself onto you, faces inches away from each other, and you’re looking at her lips while she’s looking at yours. halfway through the bantering of her being a lightweight and trying to prove herself to you, now on the verge of either kissing each other or stopping entirely and calling it a night. 

whatever it was, chaeryeong made the first move, kissing you with such gentleness at first as you let the shock die down and kiss her back. in the back of your mind, you’re brushing this off as you’re both intoxicated, not in the right mind and it’s just the mood of your place. there’s also the other part of you that doesn’t care about what happens.

that wasn’t the case when you woke up the following day, seeing how you’re both holding each other close with a small headache. this is normal between you and chaeryeong who sleep next to each other when she comes over but a part of you is aware it isn’t. noticing how your clothes are scattered everywhere on the floor, and her neck is covered in lovebites. even double checking under the blanket to make sure you weren’t dreaming.

part of you was panicking because this is your friend who you’ve grown to care so much for. the same girl that you met freshman year of college who you believe is such a sweetheart and wouldn’t do such a thing if she were intoxicated let alone be the one to initiate all of this.

chaeryeong feels you moving in her embrace and tries her best to stop you while you’re in the middle of having a mental crisis. it didn’t help that she kisses you in the lips that you’ve fully stopped your thought process and look at her who is just smiling as if she doesn’t have the worst headache of her life.

“the fuck, chaer?”

“don’t act like you hate it.”

that’s how it started, sneaking around and kissing each other in private, acting like a couple and lying to your friends that chaeryeong is nothing but a friend. well- that was it, a friends with benefits scenario with her and a part of you is slowly dying as this keeps on going. if it weren’t for minjeong walking in on you two kissing at a party, she wouldn’t have known this entire thing.

within the 3 months this situation you have with chaeryeong has been going on, you know you’ve grown to like the girl more than you’d like to admit. the first rule of the deal was no strings attached, no feelings, because this started because you’re both lonely, right?

a part of you thinks it’s more than just being lonely, hoping that chaeryeong has grown to like you but won’t admit it. delusional, but how could anyone explain the possessiveness when some girl flirts with you, or how she’s stuck by your side and talks about the future and telling you that you’re a part of it in some way. you’re tired of the push and pull and want her to be full on honest but how could that happen when you’re so close to each other yet it feels like she’s miles away.

you keep your gaze on chaeryeong dancing as you’re left with minjeong a bit intoxicated and having the need to go out and think things through. valentine’s was a few hours away and here you are at a club holding a diluted drink and an empty glass. placing the glass on the table, letting minjeong know you’re heading out first to get some fresh air but in reality you plan on heading home and not wallow much in the pain that is in the shape of lee chaeryeong.

she’s dancing with her friends but her gaze never left yours as she watches you take your stuff and leave your friend on the table. you’re not looking at her as the bouncer lets you out - she stops and looks at minjeong, panicking and signalling to her friends that she’s gonna head out for a bit. she hopes you haven’t walked that far or taken a bus back to your place but she’s running to you with your head low and kicking a random pebble.

“Y/N!” turning around, you see chaeryeong running at you and into your arms holding you close while you’re a bit concerned as she chased after you without a coat in the middle of winter. taking yours off and letting it drape on her shoulders as she holds you closer.

“you should head back in there.” you feel she shaking her head as you hold her close, letting the snowflakes drop as you try to find a way to make her go back and continue talking to whoever was flirting with her.

“we’re going home together. you can’t just leave me having fun there-”

“chaer, it’s fine - not like we’re dating..,”  a bit of a low blow but it’s the truth. why would she chase after you if she was the only one having fun while you’re in pain. how could you tell her that you need some sort of answer or label to whatever this is because you’re sure this isn’t just a friends with benefits when you’re acting like a couple in private without much of the benefits.

“just go back… ask ryujin to drive you home.”

“i said, we’re going home together. that’s final.”

you’re tired of the push and pull. whatever this is. because how come she’s reacting like this when there’s no strings attached.

“i wanna end this.” chaeryeong is taken aback, weren’t you happy before you left for the party? kissing her before stepping out and all of a sudden you want to stop. you also weren’t the best - chaeryeong has been nothing but confused because of you as you act clingy to her in private and ignore her in public. playing the push and pull, but that was expected because she made the rules.

no feelings. no public display of affection, and no one has to know (aside from minjeong).

“fine.”

“the fuck yo- hold on. you’re fine with us ending things?”

she nods and let’s go of you, there’s some space in between but not like those where the other person runs for it and you just hear nothing from them but she’s close. looking at you straight and holding you by the chin to make sure you’re looking directly at her.

“under one condition.” you raise your eyebrow, letting her continue as you can’t really think much when there’s alcohol running in your system and all you wanna do is kiss her.

“tell me that you love me. even if you don’t - just tell me that you love me.”

everything that involves lee chaeryeong leaves you confused and asking for some sort of clarity but it’s part of her charm and hearing that absurd request - it would be easy because you do love her.

“i love you.”

she let’s you go, moving back a bit with a sad smile on her face as she turns around and starts to walk away. you’re left in the cold as she slowly leaves you alone as if time stopped, contemplating on to pour your entire heart out or go home. this could be your last time seeing her if you don’t let her know your true feelings and how much you’re dying to tell her that you've fallen for her.

”i love you - to the point you take my breath away and i’m left here suffocating when you’re far away as if you’re oxygen that my body needs. it’s killing me seeing you in public and stopping myself from running towards you and just kiss you to stop them from flirting with you and - i wanted to end this because- “ you pause, taking a deep breath as chaeryeong is facing you with glossy eyes, holding your coat close to her small figure.

“i want to date you, not like this - the push and pull is killing me, chaer. please-”

“shut up and kiss me.”

she ran towards you throwing your coat on the ground and kissing you like the same way when it started. a kiss that’s so gentle but she’s pouring her heart out for you to reciprocate.

chaeryeong knows that you’re already hers, she just needed you to say it.

#itzy chaeryeong #chaeryeong #chaeryeong x reader #chaeryeong imagines #itzy #lee chaeryeong #itzy imagines #itzy scenarios #itzy x reader #angst #yes it's angst #mine by chaeryeong is on loop

[rayne-astrophile]

Special oneshot before Valentine's Day ends :D

Buttons - Rayne Ames x F!Reader

Notes - inspired by a comic I read when i was a child where japanese students give their shirt's button (the one in the same level as their heart) to their crush because it kind of means they give their heart to them!

- highschool!au & ooc rayne

You have a crush on Rayne Ames even before he becomes the Student Council's president. He might not remember you, but he had helped you with your homework when you first attended Easton.

Since then, you fell in love with him.

And today is Valentine's day. Students start to give their shirt's button to their crushes.

You grip yours in your hand. You want to give it to Rayne, but you're still considering it. What if he doesn't accept it? What if he doesn't like you? What if he doesn't remember you at all?

But you have promised yourself to confess your feelings for him today, on Valentine's day. It doesn't matter if he rejects you, you just want him to acknowledge your feelings.

In the end, you come to a conclusion to give him your shirt's button.

It is lunch break when you try to find Rayne. You look around the school, and finally you catch a glimpse of half blonde and half raven hair behind the class building.

Your eyes lit up as you take a step forward, but-

"Please take my button," You widen your eyes when a girl's voice reaches your ears. You immediately hide yourself at the other side of the building as you listen to the girl's confession for Rayne.

Your heart aches in pain, as the possibilities of him accepting the girl's confession still exists. You peek silently from the other side.

That girl is the student council's vice president, Judy. She is the beauty of the school, and she didn't get that title for nothing. Her blonde hair and her ocean eyes... she's just perfect. She also performs well in academics, adding to her popularity.

You're doing well with your academics, too, but you're more low key. You always hate attention.

Despite both of them being the dream partner, the students can't help but ship them. "Perfection is for perfection", they say.

That makes you ponder,

What if Rayne accepts her? Do you have no chance at all? Does he---

"I appreciate your feelings for me," Rayne's smooth voice cuts you off from your train of thoughts. "But I can't accept it. I'm sorry," he apologises as Judy slowly retreats her button. "It's fine, Rayne." She smiles as she puts her button into her pocket. "I just want to get over this feeling and focus on studying." She runs a hand through her hair.

Judy lets out a sigh as she looks at Rayne. "So, who's the lucky one? I see you already took off your button." She asks in interest.

Her sentence makes your heart shatter into pieces. You lower your head and your feet finally take you away from the scene as you put your button into your pocket.

Rayne stays silent as he looks to the side; at your previous hiding spot.

"I'm going to give it to her now."

You enter the empty class, while the other students are busy giving their buttons to their crushes. Everyone is laughing and smiling, while you're alone, doing your own things.

It is not long after that you hear the door of the classroom being pushed open.

What you do not expect is your crush walking in.

Your heart skips a beat as your eyes meet his golden ones, which you immediately look away. Even so, you can see him entering the class from the corner of your eyes.

"Why are you here? Don't you want to give your button to your crush?"

You raise your head to look at him as he is already (surprisingly) in front of you. You look around the class before pointing to yourself, "You're asking me?"

Rayne visibly frowns. "Who else would I be talking to if it's not you? Do you see anyone else in this class, (Last name)?"

You gape your mouth, "Y-You know me?" You ask in disbelief. His frown darkens as he furrows his eyebrows. "What's that supposed to mean?" He mutters. "We've been classmates since our first year."

You look away timidly as you brush a strand of your hair to the back of your ear, only for it to fall back. "I didn't think you'd remember me," you whisper softly, which is audible to him.

"And why'd you think that?"

Is he always this talkative? You are already screaming on the inside.

"I..." you trail your eyes away from him. "Have... have you given your button to your crush?"

His frown is even more visible when you change the topic. He lets out a sigh, but he wants to get over it anyway.

"I was going to give it to her," he murmurs. "Do you think she'll accept it?" His question makes you confused. Why would he want your opinion?

"Of course she will. You're everyone's crush, you know?" You mumble, your voice is barely above a whisper.

But he still can hear it.

"Is that so?" He asks, and you can barely see the corners of his lips lift up as he reaches out his fist to you. "Then, you'll accept this, right?"

He opens his fist, revealing a button in his palm. Your eyes widen as you look at him in disbelief.

"W-What?"

Rayne trails his eyes away from you. "It's okay if you don't want to. I see you, too, have taken off your button." He lowers his hand, only for you to take it into yours.

"N-No! I..." you stutter as you take out your own button from your pocket. Hesitantly, you put the small object on his palm. "You can take mine. I-I can't possibly take yours,"

Rayne stares at the two buttons on his palm before locking his eyes with yours. "Why not?" You lower your head as you fiddle your hands on your lap. "I-I just can't believe it. You can't possibly have feelings for someone like me-"

"Let me prove it to you, then."

You flinch when his warm hand cups your cheek and lifts your head up to face him. Before you knew it, his soft lips pressed against yours, taking your breath away.

He moves his lips with a gentle, delicate movement as his other hand rests on your nape, allowing him to deepen the kiss. You find yourself lost in his kiss as you grip the hem of your skirt, your cheeks burning and your heart beating faster than ever.

Seconds feel like eternity for you until Rayne finally pulls away. His tongue runs on his lower lip as his golden eyes stare into yours.

"Is that enough?" He asks breathlessly, his own cheeks heating up as you are already as red as a beautiful rose. "I-I..." you stutter, struggling to arrange your words.

"It's still not enough, I see."

You gasp, "Wait-"

Before you can finish your sentence, he presses his lips against yours once again. His hands move from your nape to your waist, pulling you closer, earning a gasp from you, and he takes advantage of your parted lips to slip his tongue into your mouth.

He tastes every inch of your mouth as he turns your bodies around so that your back is against the desk. His hand on your waist moves onto your desk, trapping you as he kisses you passionately.

After what seems like forever, he finally pulls away. He looks over to the door before looking back at you. "Seems like the other students are still not coming back," he hums. "I've been waiting to do this since our first year," he mutters, his thumb brushes against your lower lip. His eyes stare into yours as he leans in, hungry for more.

The moment the sentence escapes his lips, you figure, that him, too, has fallen ever since your first encounter.

BYE

#mashle x reader #mashle #rayne ames #rayne ames x reader #magic and muscles

[afterhwrs]

YUTA OKKOTSU IS YOUR BOYFRIEND PT.2

HAIII, tysm so for all the support I've been getting <33, as ya'll now Valentine's day is coming up and I'm thinking of doing like 14 days worth of yuta or maybe pure fluff of different characters, so if u have any suggestions pls do tell :)

feel like he'd get along super well with your family. he'd be somewhat of a kiss-ass towards your parents.

he would most definitely promote your small business if you had one (nails, or flower bouquets).

he'd have either your birthday or the day you got together as his passcodes. Most of his passwords have something to do with you.

Yuta would so come over just to keep you company and focused if you're doing homework or working on something else.

He’d also do whatever tik tok couple Trend is trending bc you wanna do it, like the lipstick all over the face

he’d make a playlist for you of songs that remind him of you/ dedicated to you

he’d always put you first, and if he had like an opportunity for something or to do something he’d consider you first before himself

feel like he would such a good nurturer. He'd learn how to take care of you if you're having a rough time. He'll always check in with you to make sure you're okay.

he would never use things you've said against you.

If you're sick, he wouldn't think twice about seeing you and comforting you. he'd go to the store and buy you medicine or would ask you if you want/need anything.

if u have big milestones I feel like he’d always get u flowers or something u really want like as a way to congratulate you.

He always drives even if it’s out of his way just bc you don’t feel like driving.

Or if you're not comfortable driving that day he’ll make time out of his day even sit on campus and wait for you if you go to school

he is constantly texting and calling you as much as he can when he’s not with you even if he’s busy he always makes time for you to talk to you that day

He also values your opinion like on everything even if it’s as simple as whether he should get coffee or not.

He listens and understands you when you are upset or something stupid happened that day that bothered you and just kinda sits there and listens to make sure you feel heard and not alone

he makes sure to prove himself every day even tho he’s legit so boyfriend just bc he doesn’t want you to feel like you've settled or aren’t appreciated

#yutaokkotsu #okkotsu yuuta #jujutsu yuta #yuta x reader #jjkyuta #jujutsu gojo #jujutsu geto #jujutsu nanami #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu sorcerer #jjk shibuya incident #jjk shibuya arc #culling game arc #choso x reader #jjk choso #jjk headcanons #jjk x reader #yuji itadori #maki zenin #toji fushiguro #jjk toji #toji x reader #gojo satoru #saturo gojo x reader

[kazudesuu]

yandere boyfriend x gn!reader

cw : violence, general yandere behaviour

an intro to this character will be up soon!! feel free to send any ask regarding him

— yandere boyfriend

: how would having a yandere boyfriend who’s only purpose in life is you go?

yandere boyfriend who’s been your best friend since middle school, always wanting to sit beside you, play with you during recess and help you out with your homework

. yandere boyfriend who would regularly walk you home, beaming when one day your mother invited him inside

. yandere boyfriend who was quick to intervene when he saw the mean girls picking on you, pulling your hair and saying rude comments that made you cry

. yandere boyfriend who didn’t hesitate to punch them rather harshly in their face before rushing to comfort you

. yandere boyfriend who took up boxing classes to be able to protect you when needed

. yandere boyfriend who followed you to your high school, now much more aware of his feelings for you

. yandere boyfriend who scowls when he sees someone hitting on you on your very first day, a senior at that

. yandere boyfriend who approached the person alone that day, beating the crap out of them for even thinking that they could have you

“it’s disgusting to see how a pig like you could even fathom the thought that they would want you.”

. yandere boyfriend who threatens the now bloodied person into silence, warning them that if they ever approached you again, they would be met with his fists

. yandere boyfriend who scares off everyone that tries to befriend you, who can’t handle it when your attention isn’t solely on him

. yandere boyfriend who becomes more affectionate with you

. yandere boyfriend who confesses his undying love for you during valentine’s day, preparing flowers and sweets you liked in order to guarantee you reciprocating his love

. yandere boyfriend who is ecstatic when you accept, pulling you into a hug and giving you a kiss on your cheek

. yandere boyfriend who becomes ten times more protective and possessive, never wanting you to leave his side

“it’s my job as your loving boyfriend to protect you from anyone who tries to hurt you.”

. yandere boyfriend who graduates high school with you still with him, deciding to go to the same college you wanted

. yandere boyfriend who’s affection for you starts to grow even more suffocating once you enter college, breathing down your neck 24/7

. yandere boyfriend who you would get into arguments with whenever he sees you talking to someone that isn’t him, even if the person was your professor

. yandere boyfriend who soon becomes controlling, never letting you go to parties or out with the little friends you had

. yandere boyfriend who you had had enough of, it has gone too far when you find him beating up a random guy who was simply guiding you to your classroom

. yandere boyfriend who gets on his hands and knees to beg you not to leave him

“my darling, i would do anything for you. you can’t leave me like this. not now, not ever!”

. yandere boyfriend who finally snaps when you turn your back to leave his dorm room, immediately lunging forward to restrain you

. yandere boyfriend who doesn’t allow you to leave until he hears “i love you” from your mouth

. yandere boyfriend who just needs you to stay with him so won’t you?

“it’ll just be us against the world, my love.”

#© mine #❧ my ocs #trying to think of a name… #yandere #yandere x reader #x gn!reader #yandere boyfriend #yandere male #yandere oc

[jaywaslost]

Five Times Winnie Wanted to Confess, One Time Augustine Did

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This has been in my docs done for ages I just never got around to posting it, written during a Cold Front obsession phase

Do excuse me if they're out of character or if I messed up any dates, I can't remember them all perfectly— Anyways, Enjoy!

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Sypnosis: The first time Winnie realized he was in love was at the tender age of 12.

He hadn’t expected to think of that at all really, especially not at 4 in the morning of all times.

Word count: 8.9k

The first time Winnie realized he was in love was at the tender age of 12.

He hadn’t expected to think of that at all really, especially not at 4 in the morning of all times.

The date on his phone read February 14th, 20xx. He didn’t know why he was still awake, but something in him absolutely refused to get a wink of sleep, quite different to usual. On a normal day he was asleep by 11 maximum, with the exception of the first few days after moving away from his home (his mother was very concerned, he still remembers how she’d check on him during the night to see if he was sleeping or not. He’d pretend to the best of his ability until she left before he returned to wallowing in his sorrows again.).

Scrolling on his phone seemed to be the only form of entertainment at the time, if he got out of bed his parents would realize he was awake and he really didn’t feel like getting another lecture. He didn’t have any homework to busy himself with, nor did he really feel like looking for something else. Messaging Augustine had come to mind, but there was no doubt he was asleep at this time.

The other was stubborn, especially when it came to him staying up on weekends, but he never usually made it past 2. He would also sleep in until around 1PM every time he tried to be stubborn and stay awake longer and get scolded about it when he woke up, punished with doing extra chores. On those days he wouldn’t stop complaining about it, saying he was ‘a big boy now’ and that ‘it’s not fair others get to stay awake and get away with it!’. He couldn’t help finding his friend’s enraged expressions funny.

The blond didn’t end up saying anything so as not to wake him up, they could probably talk in the morning, anyway. With nothing better to do, he scrolled through anything he could find trying to distract himself or become tired enough to sleep and get the rest he needed.

When his eyes finally started to get heavier, he noticed a website that caught his attention. It was something posted merely moments ago, titled something along the lines of what to do on valentines day for your loved ones or whatever (he was too tired to process it properly). Out of curiosity, his fingers glided over the link to open it.

It was too late for him to process most of the words, but what stood out was the beginning of the article. It was nothing special, only the typical explanation of what the day is and why it's considered special, but his eyes lingered on a single phrase. ‘Valentine's day was a special occasion for everyone, the perfect day to confess to your crush, whether it's a friend, classmate, or even acquaintance who has lingered on your mind’ was the quote, the rest of the paragraph continued similarly.

His tired mind couldn’t help but wonder what could happen on this day, childish brain coming up with no more than the image of people like his parents, always together and in love, dedicated to each other to the point you could see it a mile away. He wondered what the day could mean for him, is there a special someone he should be thinking about? Is it normal this is the first time he really thinks about that? Is he gonna be the outcast again being alone in the morning while everyone else has someone by their side? Was he weird because he didn’t have his eyes set on a girl he wanted to…kiss? It shouldn’t be an issue he was twelve, but what if things in Saskatchewan were different or something, would they laugh at hi-

His thoughts came to a halt as the image of his one friend came to mind. Augustine didn’t have his eyes on any girls either, right? He would have known otherwise. They told each other everything, that wouldn’t be an exception!

..Did he know anything about this day? It was never acknowledged all that much in Quebec, was it the same here? Maybe he wasn't so weird after all? The thought calmed his nerves a little more than it should have.

Despite that, for some reason, the idea of being with his best friend during that day didn’t bother him as much as it should have. He felt his face rapidly heat up at the thought of holding his hand, it wouldn’t be the first time they did that they do so very often Augustine always liked to drag him places saying that it was easy and faster (which Winnie was offended by, he can walk fast too!) but for some reason that thought felt different, he didn’t know why.

If his reaction to finding out about the event was normal, this was definitely not. They’re friends, Auggie was his first and only friend after coming here. He didn’t pity him, he didn’t leave, he wanted to stay, he was why Winnie talked to other people at all even if to him they were enough on their own. Auggie was nice to him the way he wanted, he never left him out of things. The other boy was different, straight forward at best but Winnie liked that about him. He never lied about things (even if he did, he was so bad it was laughable), and he never laughed when Winnie’s emotions took the best of him. He supported him and it meant everything to the little boy.

Since they met, he visibly started feeling better. He finally came out of his shell and started crying less, eventually returning to his normal sleep schedule. Well, normal until today that was. But that's all they were, right? Nothing else, that's all they could be right? He wasn’t a girl, nor was the brunette, so that’s what they were.

..Their parents didn’t ever say anything about the way they acted, so it was okay right? Not much would change if they did do things together on that day. Would it be weird if he said he loved him in the morning?? That was the point of the day right? To celebrate love with people you like and enjoy the day together?

It would be okay if he tried to say something right? Nothing bad would happen, Auggie would probably be okay with it too. He didn’t want to be alone and he doubted the other did either, so it was good for them both right?

Winnie barely processed it when he yawned, just realizing how tired all that thinking had made him. Another look at the time told him over an hour had passed, 5:21 Am now instead of 4 when he last checked.

He had to rest so he knew what to say in the morning, otherwise he’ll mess up and forget later!

Finally, he closed his eyes and drifted off to a dreamless sleep 6 hours later than he would have typically wanted to.

It was 2 P.M when Winnie woke up, his head was pounding. His eyes hurt to open and he felt a lot more tired than usual, entirely disoriented.

The door creaked open as a woman with an appearance similar to the child peered her head in, perking up when she realized he was awake.

“Winnie?”

He really shouldn’t have stayed awake, his head hurt even more at hearing the words that he almost forgot to process his name being called. Mustering up the energy to fix his seating, he looked up at his mother to respond despite looking like an absolute wreck.

He was too out of it to really process what happened before he found himself near the lake with Augustine, the shorter kicking rocks into it paying little attention to him spacing out.

..Ah right, he was scolded for being awake for so long. Apparently his mother had realized he was awake when she went to take the laundry out of his room in the morning. His phone was warm, a clear sign he only got off of it recently. She ended up leaving after telling him to get ready for the day, that his best friend had been waiting for him for an hour by that point.

Hearing how long he left him standing, Winnie practically jumped out of bed already panicked as guilt overtook his senses. As soon as he was ready, he basically raced out the door to find his friend who was halfway up climbing a tree by the time he noticed him.

“Auggie!” he exclaimed while making his way over, whatever the other responded didn’t stick to his memory, too tired to really process how fast he typically spoke.

“-Winnie! Look at me already!”

The blond was snapped out of his trance by a flick to the forehead, blinking a few times before his eyes cooperated enough to notice how close his friend was to his face. He practically jumped back with a yelp, forgetting how he was sitting on the edge of the lake and falling into the water.

Augustine panicked and barely grabbed onto his hand, almost falling into the water himself. It’s not that Winnie was unable to swim, more that the water was cold if anything.

With some splashing, they eventually managed to pull him out, but he was absolutely soaked. Augustine couldn’t help but laugh at how wet he was, much to Winnie’s displeasure.

“DON’T LAUGH AT ME YOU’RE THE REASON I FELL AUGGIE” He huffed out, faking annoyance which only made his friend laugh harder.

It was.. Nice.

…until he began sneezing, that was.

The two ended up having to run to Winnie’s house as Augustine dragged him back by the hand once more, trying to warm him up as they went along.

The brunette ended up having to explain to their parents why Winnie was soaked when they were just meant to be playing as he dried himself off and changed, eventually making his way back to his room after Auggie had left to his own house again.

Their conversation can wait, he was too tired and it wasn’t the right time.

But that was okay.

They’ll always have time.

———————————————

The second time Winnie thought about love, he was 14.

2 years had passed since his valentines day dilemma, safe to say time (and procrastination) had eventually made him forget all about his plans.

As they got older, Auggie had hardly changed. They were still together as they were since he moved, only fresh in highschool! Best friends, like they said they were.

During the past few years, he was pressured to talk to more people and make new friends. At some point, he no longer found himself obsessing over finding out why they wanted to be around him. Eventually, the thought of being approached out of pity felt only like a distant memory or something he imagined happening, though it was far from that. If not for that fear, his mother wouldn’t have talked to Augustine’s about him, they wouldn’t have had their c̶h̶a̶o̶t̶i̶c̶ first meeting, never gotten the chance to be this close.

He may not admit or even say it all that often, but that is one thing he’s grateful for. If not for that, he’d have still been dealing with the emotional wreck of being the new kid, outcast like he always expected to be. But he didn’t need to be, it was proven to him in the best way it ever could have been.

He had come to know Augustine’s other friends, they even liked him. The first time he couldn’t make it to school and they still invited Winnie to sit with them the boy was overjoyed, almost to the point he forgot about his friend’s absence for a while. By the time the day was over, he couldn’t help feeling empty without the energetic presence rambling alongside him as they walked back home.

It was one day, so it didn’t matter that much in the long run right?

From that day on, he became more comfortable with them. He didn’t worry as much about being wanted there or not, becoming visibly more comfortable. It came to the point that it was so clear the brunette asked him about it straight up during the middle of one of their walks.

“Hey Win?” Augustine paused, nearly causing the boy behind him to run into him.

The blond caught himself the last second, stabilizing his stance enough to make sure he wouldn’t fall before speaking again.

“Mm yea Auggie? Why’d you stop walking? I was gonna fall on you!” He whined.

“You’ve been more willing to sit with people recently, did something happen while I was gone?”

His questioning look was met with a big smile, almost like Winnie was waiting to talk about it.

“Oh!! That? When you didn’t come a few days ago, your friends came up to me and asked me to sit with them even if you weren’t there, they were really nice and-”

As he continued to ramble, Augustine returned to walking. While the other followed soon after, his expression stayed the same as his ramble- which the brunette stopped listening to- didn’t cease. He felt weird about that, why did it feel weird hearing how happy Winnie was hanging out with his friends on their own? That was what he wanted, right? To get him more friends?

It was probably nothing, doubt it mattered much anyway. It was one time and a normal thing.

“You never told me why you didn't show up to school that day though, did something happen? Mom didn’t let me check on you because she said you probably didn’t want to be bothered at the time” Winnie inquired all of a sudden, catching the other’s attention and cutting off his line of thought.

“I was sick, couldn’t get out of bed and recovered over the weekend” he quickly responded, it was no lie but saying he wasn’t bummed out by not seeing his friend would be a lie. It would have probably made him feel less like a glorified pile of muck on the side of the road.

At least now he knows he wasn’t ditched, it wasn’t intentional or voluntary at least.

Winnie didn’t abandon him because of them.

Of course he wouldn’t! Why would he ever leave someone like him, anyway? He was Winnie’s first and closest friend, nobody else. Others getting to know him wouldn’t change that, if they would have then Winnie wouldn’t have put his all into proving he was cool enough they’d be friends.

Winnie didn’t really notice the look on his friend’s face, too focused on making sure they crossed the road properly. The traffic lights were green and cars were zooming past, yet Augustine’s pace didn’t slow or pause at all. Rushing forward a little faster, he pulled the other back by his collar.

Augustine yelped, not expecting a sudden pull cutting off his breathing for a moment. Winnie gave him a sheepish smile as he coughed trying to breathe properly again, muttering out an awkward apology.

“You were about to walk into the road silly, why did you get so distracted suddenly?” He didn’t say how he found it funny, knowing the other would throw a dramatic fit over that. It was slightly endearing, in a way.

He only realized he sas silently staring at the one before him for a few minutes too long until he felt tapping on his forehead.

“Earth to Winnie, you didn’t hear a word I said didn’t you?” Augustine grumbled.

Winnie couldn't help but laugh once again, his antics really were different.

“We can cross the road now, hurry up before it turns green again!”

It seemed like his dear friend was back to being himself after that mini-distraction, it felt more right this way. He was, once again, taken by the hand as Auggie ran across the road to get them past as fast as possible without the light switching colours on them again.

Winnie could swear he almost tripped 3 times during that small distance run. He should really focus more.

As he looked back to his best friend he couldn’t help but sit there in silence for a few minutes. He wasn’t saying anything this time, only staring off at something god knows where again. As he did so, Winnie couldn’t help thinking back to his thoughts that night two years ago.

Should he bring it up? They were even closer now, so it was even less possible Auggie would react badly (if he did at all!)He had the energy for the conversation this time, they were alone like they needed to be too!

If he didn’t say anything, he’d be too much of a coward to do so again later. 2 years passing since the time he originally planned to and ended up ditching proved that!

With a deep breath and little to no plan, Winnie decided to just get it over with as he could quite literally feel himself inching closer to a heart attack.

“Hey Auggie?”

Augustine turned to him, suddenly losing interest in whatever had his attention moments ago.

“What is i-”

“AUGUSTINE!’

A voice of someone they hadn’t anticipated caught both the young boys off guard. Winnie recognized her, a girl from their math class earlier that day. She was insistent on talking to his friend almost the entire class which threw him off but he said nothing nonetheless.

Augustine’s attention snapped to the call of his name instead, focus shifting.

Winnie didn’t hear the conversation that transpired next, busy trying to understand why the sudden interruption annoyed him the way it did.

It happened sometimes, that was normal. Augustine knew everyone, it's only natural they came up to him sometimes too no? He wasn’t the only one.

“Winnie I need to go for a bit, Donna just said there’s something I need to see quickly or something? You can continue without me I’ll tell you when I’m back” the boy rushed out as he was being pulled away off to the complete opposite road of the path they were going on.

Winnie found himself nodding involuntarily, hardly processing it when the words “I’ll see you when you’re back then” came out of his mouth.

They were oddly dry, not the way he usually talks.

Augustine wasn’t able to dwell on that much further as the girl, now known as Donna, dragged him off somewhere else leaving Winnie alone.

Another time, surely it’d work out by then right?

———————————————

The third time Winnie acknowledged love, he was 16.

Another two years had passed and, once again, he kept procrastinating and chickening out at the last second.

The one time he was finally about to say something, Augustine was dragged away and didn’t return until midnight. He was worried sick the entire day, what if something happened? He promised not to take long, why did he? Maybe he was dragged into something bad, maybe he got hurt and couldn’t come back yet what if he got kidnapped what if something worse happened he didn’t know what the’d do with himself if—

Their mothers were equally worried that day, apparently Augustine didn’t tell his parents he’d take longer because of whatever happened either. When he returned alone, Winnie was questioned about the others whereabouts and lacked a good answer, increasing their concern only for the boy in question to appear again a mere few hours later and get the scolding of his life.

He wasn’t hurt more than a few scratches here and there, some bruises sure but those were his own fault for not being careful as he should have been. Auggie never explained what happened that day, though. It’s not like he pressed for any further information but it was…weird.

Since then, he never brought it up again no matter how much the brunette pestered him to continue his sentence on that day, claiming he forgot or making up any excuse he could think of on the spot to avoid having that interaction when he was not yet prepared. He was procrastinating for so long it had to be perfect. That was the only thing that would make it feel worth the wait.

Winnie would tell him on the anniversary of their first meeting.

..was it excessive? To call it an anniversary, he doubted Auggie remembered the date as anything special but it meant the world to him at the time, and it does even as time passed. It was when he realized he didn’t have to feel so alone anymore, the day someone in this province finally made him feel wanted and welcome.

Because of him, he got closer to more people. The friends Augustine introduced him to, the ones who invited him to hang out with them alone, others around the school, they all wanted to know him for him now. He was the reason they started liking Winnie, the reason he has any other friends at all.

Of course, Augustine would forever stay his favourite and dearest one, but that didn’t mean others didn’t become valued too. Winnie had never been happier, people waving to him as he passed by, stopping to talk to him from time to time, it made him feel warm inside again.

He didn’t miss the glances he got, but it never felt like much of a concern.

At least, not for a while.

Or not yet.

What he had noticed was how Augustine had changed over the years, how he reacted whenever the blond introduced him to a new friend he’d make. How he tended to not respond the way he used to when they were talking about interests they had, especially Hockey.

Winnie knew his friend always loved that game. He was the best player their school had for years, close to all other members of the team and always telling him about it. H̶e̶ t̶r̶i̶e̶d̶ n̶o̶t̶ t̶h̶i̶n̶k̶i̶n̶g̶ a̶b̶o̶u̶t̶ h̶o̶w̶ c̶o̶n̶v̶e̶n̶i̶e̶n̶t̶l̶y̶ t̶h̶e̶ t̶i̶m̶e̶ A̶u̶g̶u̶s̶t̶i̶n̶e̶ s̶t̶o̶p̶p̶e̶d̶ t̶a̶l̶k̶i̶n̶g̶ a̶b̶o̶u̶t̶ i̶t̶ l̶i̶n̶e̶d̶ u̶p̶ w̶i̶t̶h̶ t̶h̶e̶ t̶i̶m̶e̶ w̶h̶e̶n̶ h̶e̶ j̶o̶i̶n̶e̶d̶ t̶h̶e̶ t̶e̶a̶m̶ a̶l̶o̶n̶g̶s̶i̶d̶e̶ t̶h̶e̶ b̶o̶y̶.

H̶e̶ d̶i̶d̶n̶'t̶ m̶i̶s̶s̶ t̶h̶e̶ d̶i̶s̶t̶a̶n̶t̶ l̶o̶o̶k̶s̶ f̶r̶o̶m̶ a̶c̶r̶o̶s̶s̶ t̶h̶e̶ r̶i̶n̶k̶, w̶h̶e̶n̶ A̶u̶g̶u̶s̶t̶i̶n̶e̶'s̶ e̶y̶e̶s̶ l̶o̶o̶k̶e̶d̶ c̶o̶l̶d̶e̶r̶ t̶h̶a̶n̶ t̶h̶e̶y̶ e̶v̶e̶r̶ h̶a̶d̶ b̶e̶f̶o̶r̶e̶.

W̶h̶e̶n̶ h̶e̶ f̶e̶l̶t̶ d̶i̶f̶f̶e̶r̶e̶n̶t̶.

N̶o̶t̶ t̶h̶a̶t̶ i̶t̶ w̶a̶s̶ a̶n̶ i̶s̶s̶u̶e̶ t̶h̶o̶u̶g̶h̶, t̶h̶e̶y̶ w̶e̶r̶e̶ f̶r̶i̶e̶n̶d̶s̶, r̶i̶g̶h̶t̶?̶ I̶t̶ w̶a̶s̶ l̶i̶k̶e̶l̶y̶ h̶e̶ w̶a̶s̶ h̶a̶v̶i̶n̶g̶ a̶ b̶a̶d̶ d̶a̶y̶ a̶n̶y̶w̶a̶y̶, t̶h̶i̶s̶ y̶e̶a̶r̶ w̶a̶s̶ n̶o̶t̶ t̶r̶e̶a̶t̶i̶n̶g̶ h̶i̶m̶ k̶i̶n̶d̶l̶y̶ b̶y̶ a̶n̶y̶ m̶e̶a̶n̶s̶.

They were still friends, accompanying each other to every class and doing things together as always. It was a good thing how they haven’t changed in that regard, people always came to associate them with the other.

Overtime, it became apparent that wherever Augustine is, Winnie was not far away and vice versa. They used to joke about it at first until it became frequent enough the joke itself got boring. Now, it’s nothing special.

Sure, they walked with other people and hung out with others sometimes. a̶t̶ l̶e̶a̶s̶t̶ h̶e̶ d̶i̶d̶, A̶g̶u̶s̶t̶i̶n̶e̶ m̶u̶s̶t̶ h̶a̶v̶e̶ t̶o̶o̶ n̶o̶?̶ h̶e̶ h̶a̶d̶ p̶l̶e̶n̶t̶y̶ o̶f̶ f̶r̶i̶e̶n̶d̶s̶ a̶s̶ f̶a̶r̶ a̶s̶ h̶e̶ k̶n̶e̶w̶. But it never damaged their bond.

Winnie was planning this day for the past 4 months at this point, it almost felt funny how repetitive this routine felt by the third time. “The day he would stop being a coward, would say it to his friend’s face and wait for the response he yearns for” or whatever he always thought about, cheesy in a way but it wasn’t like he could exactly help that.

They were only walking through the halls during their lunch period when they passed by Winnie’s locker. A normal thing if not for the fact 3 people were crowded around it, whispering to themselves.

The duo didn’t pay it much time at first, preferring to continue their debate on the newest pointless subject they thought of: if oranges came first or if it was the colour. Augustine insisted the fruit did, whereas Winnie was prepared to die on the hill saying it was the other way around.

The group of 3 in front of the locker were not people the two were particularly friends with, Winnie recognized one as someone who sits next to him in.. biology? At least that's what he remembered. Augustine shrugged at the question of their names, saying it didn’t come up enough for him to remember them much, adding on how they weren’t particularly interesting enough for him to care beyond acquainting with anyway.

It wasn’t something Winnie needed to put much thought into either, trusting his friend’s judgement.

All that really mattered now was convincing Auggie to follow him to the rooftop where he could finally say what he wanted to in complete privacy, but until then he had to keep his cool and continue their seemingly endless bickering.

They were forced to snap out of their conversation when one of the boys pushed someone towards them, turning to see what the issue was. The girl pushed towards them by her friends lost her balance, but Winnie quickly caught her fall before any actual damage could be caused, at which her face turned red.

H̶e̶ c̶o̶u̶l̶d̶ s̶w̶e̶a̶r̶ A̶u̶g̶u̶s̶t̶i̶n̶e̶ g̶l̶a̶r̶e̶d̶ a̶t̶ h̶e̶r̶.

“Are you okay?” he inquired, looking between the three in obvious confusion.

The girl just nodded, fiddling with her hands seemingly unable to form a proper response. As he turned away to leave after telling them to be more careful, his arm was grabbed by her as a seemingly impulse decision she regretted almost immediately after.

W̶a̶y̶ t̶o̶ s̶e̶t̶ h̶i̶s̶ p̶l̶a̶n̶ o̶f̶f̶ a̶c̶t̶i̶o̶n̶, h̶e̶ o̶n̶l̶y̶ h̶a̶d̶ 1̶5̶ m̶i̶n̶u̶t̶e̶s̶ l̶e̶f̶t̶!̶

Before he could breathe, she finally spoke up.

“Can I- talk to you for a few minutes?”

Winnie looked back at his friend, seemingly at a loss. He didn’t want to stay, he planned so long for this but she didn’t have plans of letting him go yet and-

The look on Augustine’s face was cold as it was on those days in the rink, his expression changing to one Winnie couldn’t read in mere seconds after they were talking normally only moments ago.

At least that's what he thought, it’s what that looked like anyway.

“You can go, it’s fine” the brunette said, though Winnie knew better than to believe his tone was one of someone who really didn’t care what he did. He knew better than that, Augustine was annoyed, but what for?

It seemed like the girl took that as an invitation to drag him away, almost tripping Winnie in the meantime. Her friends cheered her on as Augustine only turned around and walked in the opposite direction instead of waiting for him to return after or interrupting her for dragging him off like that.

Whatever side of the school she was taking him to he didn’t quite notice, only realizing how far they’d gone when she shoved a letter into his hands and refused to look at him. Winnie could easily guess the implications of that, seeing the heart sticker on the front of it.

It was about to be a long conversation, one he didn’t want to be a part of.

Why was it so difficult for things to work out when he wanted to come clean?

Maybe another time, surely.

———————————————

Winnie was 18 when they grew apart.

Their separation started slow, over the course of a few years.

It wasn’t entirely like that of course!- they were talking less is all, not really separate. They still hung out at school sometimes like they used to and sat together in one or two classes, W̶i̶n̶n̶i̶e̶ f̶o̶u̶n̶d̶ h̶i̶m̶s̶e̶l̶f̶ d̶r̶a̶g̶g̶e̶d̶ s̶o̶m̶e̶w̶h̶e̶r̶e̶ e̶l̶s̶e̶ m̶o̶r̶e̶ o̶f̶t̶e̶n̶ t̶h̶a̶n̶ n̶o̶t̶, A̶u̶g̶g̶i̶e̶ n̶e̶v̶e̶r̶ s̶t̶o̶p̶p̶e̶d̶ h̶i̶m̶ s̶o̶ h̶e̶ d̶i̶d̶n̶'t̶ t̶h̶i̶n̶k̶ t̶h̶e̶r̶e̶ w̶a̶s̶ t̶h̶a̶t̶ m̶u̶c̶h̶ o̶f̶ a̶ p̶r̶o̶b̶l̶e̶m̶ r̶i̶g̶h̶t̶?̶

They walked together after on their home, but Auggie never looked at him if he could help it. When he did, something felt wrong. Instead of the warm looks he always received when they were kids, it was like looking at a stranger.

Any conversations they had were started by him and died out quite quickly, the other giving the bare minimum of a response if not just nodding and moving along. The blond never figured out how to get him to talk like they used to again, nor the reason for the sudden change.

Something he noticed more and more as he approached his friend was the way the other would scoff, as if annoyed by his mere presence. Winnie remembers staying awake night after night thinking and trying to understand what happened, where he went wrong, what he did to make things this way.

He looked through every conversation he could find, recounting every single one he could remember trying to find what about him led his friend to being unhappy about his presence after so long.

Could it be that Augustine had grown tired of him?

Winnie shook his head- he was too tired to be thinking of this at the moment. They would be heading back home in a bit, it was 3:00 anyway, a few minutes left before the bell rings.

He would approach Auggie and have a proper conversation again if it was the last thing he did!

…He didn’t realize how hard that would be until he was already looking for the other, trying to make up any topic so they wouldn’t walk in silence again, and fate didn’t seem to be on his side as he found the person he was in search of before conjuring anything up.

Despite the cold air between them, Augustine still waited for him at the gate so they could walk back together. It made Winnie feel more at ease, knowing he at least didn’t mess up badly enough to get ditched entirely.

He didn’t respond to anyone calling him as he speed-walked over to the brunette, not wanting to make him wait longer than he already did. Heavens know the last thing Winnie wanted now was to have Augustine ditch him because he took too long.

As soon as he arrived, the brunette turned around and started walking down the path that's been imprinted into their memory over the years. It was always a routine of theirs to walk back together, the company was nice. The few times they were separated by something happening always ended up in an apology or hangout later that day to make up for the time.

Winnie both loved and hated how this walk started to feel overtime. The silence wasn’t comfortable as it used to be, his friend didn't look like he planned to break it either. As expected, the job fell on his shoulders.

The further they went, the worse it got. The familiarity of the path at least allowed him to space out and think more about what to do to make things less awkward.

It seemed as if his brain had other plans, by the way it didn’t cooperate. Whatever, they knew each other for years. The last few conversations couldn’t keep repeating, they’d never improve again if neither of them spoke up.

“Hey Auggie?” He began, with little clue as to where he planned to go with the conversation.

For the first time that day, Augustine looked up at him. “Yea?”

“I heard you had a test today, how did it go? Math right?” Winnie did not in fact hear of a math test, let alone one at all. A friend of his mentioned stressing over one the week prior and he just asked that based on someone else who probably wasn’t even in the same cla-

“Another calculus one, yes. Absurdly soon seeing when the last one was” he responded, looking back to the street instead of the one next to him.

That was something Winnie could work with, a start somewhere.

“How did it go? You were always complaining about that subject then finishing all the work before I even got halfway through the page, it was impressive”

There was a shift in Augustine’s expression, small, but noticeable. It was a good confirmation he was doing alright so far, which was all he needed.

The shorter just shrugged at the question. It was how he always reacted to those sorts of inquiries, Winnie couldn’t help letting out a small laugh.

H̶e̶ m̶i̶s̶s̶e̶d̶ t̶h̶e̶ w̶a̶y̶ A̶u̶g̶u̶s̶t̶i̶n̶e̶ s̶t̶i̶f̶f̶e̶n̶e̶d̶ a̶t̶ t̶h̶e̶ s̶o̶u̶n̶d̶.

“How'd you know there was a test to benign with? We’re in different math classes” Augustine may have been staring at the road still, but he was less focused on their path more at kicking the rocks he found on the way. A classic thing he did, trying to get them to go as far as possible.

When they were younger they used to try and see who could do it better, but Winnie eventually grew out of it. Of the many things that changed about Augustine, that habit was not one.

“A friend was complaining about it the last time we talked, I assumed you might have the same teacher and I was right!” He answered. What to him seemed like a simple answer made Augustine pause. Pause for a lot longer than he should have as his expression shifted again.

..Winnie didn’t think he said anything wrong, did he?

Augustine didn’t respond, opting to go back to walking faster than before rather than say a word.

They would be silent again if he didn’t continue, it was going well for once his friend responded with proper sentences again instead of gestures or small sentences.

“I’m sure you did great, Auggie!” He saw the other smile and roll his eyes at those words, s̶l̶i̶g̶h̶t̶l̶y̶ r̶e̶l̶i̶e̶v̶e̶d̶?̶.

The direction he was going in seemed to be exactly what was needed, so Winnie went on. “Did you go to hockey practice last Friday? I had to miss it to help my parents with stuff after school but I couldn’t stop thinking about that”

Augustine scoffed and Winnie hesitated to say anything else as a strange feeling set in.

“I went, everyone kept asking about you though”

“That’s so nice of them, I didn’t-” He was cut off by the feeling of his wrist being grabbed roughly.

“What was that?”

Winnie blinked awkwardly, just noticing the expression on the other’s face.

“I just..said that it was nice?” Augustine held onto his wrist tighter at that.

“Don’t play dumb, repeat what you said again I dare you.”

He was angry.

Despite everything, Winnie had never seen the other angry with him. He saw him annoyed, yelling at others from time to time, but never him. Especially not while grabbing his arm like it had offended him somehow.

“I didn’t say anythi-”

“You think I’m stupid don’t you? I heard you, coward.” The brunette let go of him and Winnie held the now slightly reddened wrist as his confusion only grew.

“Of course you didn’t. Whatever, I’ll see you later.”

Before Winnie could respond or reach out to stop him, the other stormed off in the opposite direction on his own but not without sending him a glare before he left.

He messed up again.

The problem was he didn’t know what he said.

Did he not like hockey anymore? Was that topic a bad idea?

For the first time, Winnie felt like their end was near.

He didn't know how long he stood in place before his legs finally started moving again, what he did know was the chances of fixing their friendship were lower than they were previously at the start of the day. The Augustine he knew and the one he was faced with felt like different people now.

It was like there was a stranger in his skin.

———————————————

Winnie was 18 when he wished he never thought about love at all.

A long time had passed since his last conversation with Augustine, and it was now the summer.

Their relationship only got worse after the conversation on their walk back to their houses, always off when the other one is present.

If anyone asked Winnie if he expected this only a few years prior, he would be beyond confused. The boy couldn’t have predicted a fallout as bad as this one.

He was going to move soon, they didn’t need to deal with this much longer.

That was what he thought, at least. When it came to the day right before they moved, their parents made them hang out together again. Instead of what they may have typically done a while back, they opted to go on one last car ride together to talk one last time.

It wasn’t like the fact they grew apart this badly wasn’t his fault. He’s the one who stopped talking despite Augustine’s attempts.

He’s the one who never responded after…

H̶e̶ n̶o̶t̶i̶c̶e̶d̶ A̶u̶g̶u̶s̶t̶i̶n̶e̶ l̶o̶o̶k̶ a̶t̶ h̶i̶m̶ f̶r̶o̶m̶ a̶c̶r̶o̶s̶s̶ t̶h̶e̶i̶r̶ c̶l̶a̶s̶s̶e̶s̶, c̶l̶u̶b̶s̶, a̶n̶y̶w̶h̶e̶r̶e̶ t̶h̶e̶y̶ w̶e̶r̶e̶ t̶y̶p̶i̶c̶a̶l̶l̶y̶ t̶o̶g̶e̶t̶h̶e̶r̶. H̶e̶ n̶e̶v̶e̶r̶ s̶a̶i̶d̶ a̶n̶y̶t̶h̶i̶n̶g̶ a̶b̶o̶u̶t̶ i̶t̶.

That was what he thought, at least. When it came to the day right before they moved, their parents made them hang out together again. Instead of what they may have typically done a while back, they opted to go on one last car ride together to talk one last time.

Winnie was beyond nervous, but to say he wasn’t excited was a lie. As much as he may have avoided acknowledging it, he missed the other dearly. D̶e̶s̶p̶i̶t̶e̶ w̶h̶a̶t̶ h̶e̶ w̶a̶n̶t̶e̶d̶ t̶o̶ b̶e̶l̶i̶e̶v̶e̶, h̶e̶ n̶e̶v̶e̶r̶ s̶t̶o̶p̶p̶e̶d̶ l̶o̶v̶i̶n̶g̶ h̶i̶m̶ a̶n̶d̶ t̶h̶a̶t̶ o̶n̶l̶y̶ m̶a̶d̶e̶ i̶t̶ h̶u̶r̶t̶ w̶o̶r̶s̶e̶.

He grabbed the nearest pair of glasses and rushed out the door.

A̶u̶g̶u̶s̶t̶i̶n̶e̶ u̶s̶e̶d̶ t̶o̶ j̶o̶k̶i̶n̶g̶l̶y̶ m̶a̶k̶e̶ f̶u̶n̶ o̶f̶ h̶i̶m̶ f̶o̶r̶ h̶a̶v̶i̶n̶g̶ t̶h̶o̶s̶e̶ o̶n̶e̶s̶ a̶n̶d̶ t̶a̶k̶i̶n̶g̶ t̶h̶e̶m̶ e̶v̶e̶r̶y̶w̶h̶e̶r̶e̶.

He found the other waiting for him outside, avoiding eye contact which Winnie didn’t blame him for. They got into the car in silence, the drive continued that way for a while.

Winnie didn’t know what to do, so he pretended nothing happened. He was too focused on making sure his legs don’t go numb while he’s driving, the last thing they needed was a car accident.

As if life was trying to make things hard for him intentionally, that's exactly what they found themselves set up for.

Stranded in a frozen car, suddenly in the middle of winter, dealing with situations beyond their comprehension after a fight in the car.

First staring at the frozen corpses of their child selves, being chased by an..elk-bear monstrosity, falling into what looked like an endless hole, the list went on..

Augustine was searching for a way to leave the entire time, to figure out what happened, but Winnie was unable to get himself to move or put in the same effort.

They were currently in his house, or what looked to be it, and Augustine was searching the rooms. He was sitting on the piles of boxes trying to think of something to help, trying not to freeze to his death.

His gaze lingered on the stairs as memories played out in his mind.

The day he fell down the stairs and broke his legs, the way Augustine left.

When he tripped and was found by someone else, when he waited for Augustine’s return before he passed out for it to never come.

When he truly started questioning the very core of their relationship.

He was not.. Angry. He was confused.

Months later, he still didn’t have an answer as to why. He didn’t know what they were anymore, and it hurt.

It hurt worse than anything, but he didn't blame the other. Augustine didn’t act without reason, he wasn’t the irrational type.

The phrase Augustine said moments before was looping endlessly in his head.

Before he fell- before Winnie LET him fall.

Begging him to hold onto his hands properly and pull him up.

“Please don’t let go. I’m your friend. We’re friends.”

The silence that followed will haunt him.

“We are friends, right?”

The same question he asked himself for months.

He was dragged out of his trance hearing mumbling behind him. Augustine was standing there, a dark look in his eyes.

Darker than Winnie had ever seen from him.

He was..worried.

“Auggie?”

The mumbling continued.

“Augustine? Hello?”

No response.

It took a while for the other to respond, he seemed just as confused as he was.

His chest felt heavy as they both stood there, while he could blame it on paranoia caused by the situation as they are both standing on top of a staircase reminding him of the fall, it wasn’t that.

They needed to talk.

They couldn’t go on like this, one of them needed to do something to break their silence.

Augustine tried and was either met with nothing before or what had happened when they were in the car, it was only right that he began.

“..We can’t go on like this.” He began.

Augustine’s eyes shot up to meet his and Winnie’s, and for the first time in a while he felt familiar.

He continued talking, only pausing to take a breath knowing if he stopped he would freeze up. For the first time in years, he saw himself getting through to his friend.

When he finished, he saw the way Augustine’s lips quivered, the way he shook slightly, he looked the most fragile he ever has. Like a single gust of wind could break him apart. Winnie hated seeing the one he looked up to and loved so dearly look that way, knowing he was part of the reason only made him hate it more.

The dams broke as Augustine’s words spilled out, years of struggle being put before his very eyes.

His chest felt tight, he never thought actions he never thought much of hurt the other this badly, yet here he was listening to it all.

Responding was something he didn’t feel himself do, more truthful than he ever was.

Pouring their hearts out in his house while it was snowing indoors was never something either of them expected to do, but here they were.

“There’s nothing in this world that can replace you.”

“I’m sorry…! I’m really sorry…!”

“I should’ve respected your line…!”

“I should’ve thought about how you’d feel, I should’ve put myself in your shoes…!”

“But I was too blinded by admiration back then that-”

“I couldn’t see that you were my one and only friend before my hero!”

“It must’ve been so frustrating… It must’ve been so upsetting…!”

“You don’t have to forgive me, I know apologizing now won’t change the past…”

“But I just want you to know this…!”

Winnie could hardly process a single word coming out of his mouth, Augustine stood in front of him with his mouth agape taking in everything.

He took that as an invitation to continue.

“You are the coolest and brightest person I have ever met in my whole life, Augustine!”

“I was only able to do all the things I’ve accomplished so far because you encouraged me back then…!”

“Because you gave me hope. You work hundreds, thousands, million times harder than me… And I remind myself every day how lucky I am to have ever met a friend like you…!”

“...-You’re amazing like that!-..”

Winnie’s heart ached at every tear that dropped, the other tried to stop but he couldn’t. They momentarily panicked when he couldn’t breathe through the tears, but it was only expected after such a long time of bottling everything up.

Everything felt worth it again when he saw his smile.

The one he knew, the smile that drew him in from the start.

This was the Augustine he knew.

They had to get back to reality, if his theory was correct then he knew how to do so.

They just needed to hurry up before their time runs out, Winnie believed in them, they could do it together.

He finally felt complete again, the hole in his heart filled simply by a single conversation.

Maybe he didn’t regret thinking about love all these years, all he needed was a reminder.

A reminder was exactly what he got, and he could not be more grateful for it.

For the first time in years, they were truly friends.

They were not alone.

———————————————

It had been around 3 months since the car accident.

Since the two were trapped in an upside down car, experiencing a world made up of their own horrors.

Since they finally, truly became the friends they always thought they were.

The speech they had, the chance to finally bond again and come clean about everything, took so much more weight off of Augustine's shoulders than he could have ever imagined it would. Sure, the cost was a broken leg, but it also meant that Winnie got to stay longer too.

Augustine could never describe how it felt looking at his friend again, finally seeing a friend rather than a competitor. Someone to relax around again rather than someone he was inferior to. Winnie did all he did to be like him of all people and all he saw were false attempts to tear him down and take his place.

Part of him can’t imagine that anymore, the same part that yearned to talk to Winnie again since the accident the winter before that. The same part that kept him up at night about not helping, not doing something, anything to help him when he fell down those stairs and broke his legs.

He had one broken leg and support yet he was still struggling, still healing from the consequences of it. It had made for a fun joke though, making Winnie bring or do stuff for him because as the driver it was easy to blame him for the crash and therefore the break. At first Winnie looked incredibly guilty when it was brought up, going silent before apologizing so unlike himself. It took a few weeks to get him to see it as the joke it was, but when that worked he never got to live it down.

It wasn’t like he seemed to mind though, frequently asking Augustine if he wanted anything else after he brought up the idea of feeling like having something of any sort and getting up on his own, even if it was merely a passing thought or mood.

It was…nice.

What was not nice on the other hand was the days itching closer to the new moving date.

Augustine finally healed, which meant Winnie would be moving soon.

He would leave to go to the college they both wanted. Oddly, instead of sparking feelings of anger or envy this time, he felt more melancholic about the thought.

As the day came closer and closer, a sense of emptiness overtook him. Winnie was the same, they hung together a lot more than they have in the last few years as a whole, but the departure always felt wrong.

Despite their talk, they both knew there were still words unsaid between them. Neither of them had the guts to come clean about them, but they both knew something was still missing.

Augustine’s realization came when he felt funny after hanging out with Winnie for a while. The taller had gotten tired after their outing, falling asleep on him at some point during their conversation. He didn’t notice at first, too distracted going on about some topic that came up. He was a man of strong opinions, and those opinions he was gonna tell.

He only noticed when the sound of soft snoring reached his ears. The blond was fully leaned up against him, sound asleep.

This was..the most relaxed Augustine saw him in some time. It had been a long time since they were in a position like that, he never counted, though.

He couldn’t help but stare, a̶d̶m̶i̶r̶i̶n̶g̶ looking at the other. He had changed over the years (obviously), both mentally and physically as expected. He was a lot taller now, as opposed to the little height difference they had as children. Despite that and his generally bigger build, he still carried that gentle air around him, something he welcomed, really. A threatening Winnie didn’t sound very entertaining, he’d know by now.

Only after Winnie left did he realize how much..lighter? He had felt it. Something was different, but not in the same way as before. It was good, or at least so he thought. It didn’t feel suffocating or unfamiliar.

…He had fallen again, hadn’t he?

Augustine tried to push that thought away for days, as the thought of it made his brain hurt too much to think about it. He couldn’t be bothered and quite frankly preferred to ignore the existence of those feelings as a whole! And so that's what he did.

Winnie would move soon, the feelings would fade, they’d go back to just being best friends and he’d NEEEVER have to think about it again!

..or that's what he’d hoped, and oh how wrong he was.

The days passed fast. Faster than they should have, both of them hated it but time wouldn’t slow down for them. Afterall, it’s their own fault they didn’t speak for a long time, they lost their spark and almost burned down their friendship entirely out of their own stupidity.

That's why it didn’t feel real when they had to say goodbye. They may have nearly split apart, but they were always near. Winnie never felt as comfortable as he did with Augustine around anyone else, and Augustine never felt complete without him there.

It made his stomach churn.

“Don’t you dare end up falling down another set of stairs in that college will you? I can’t help you there to pay this back” The brunette half heartedly complained, visibly struggling to come up with anything to say.

“I won’t, I won't! You don’t set things on fire in exchange, deal?” Winnie giggled.

“That was ONE time-”

“One too many!~”

The sound of a car horn cut Augustine off before he could throw a witty response back at his companion, Winnie’s parents telling them to hurry up before they were late.

Whatever happy mood they were in dissipated as fast as it originally came along, both of them going silent.

“..You’ll come back eventually, right?” Augustine asked in a voice far quieter, smaller, than Winnie ever wanted to hear from him. It wasn’t right.

“Of course I will!” he shot back almost immediately, almost offended the other thought that at all. Really who did he take him for?

“Good, who else would praise elks for existing the same way you do every christmas?” Going back to the previous atmosphere and feel of their conversation felt better than keeping the heavy feeling their goodbye gave. At least one last bit of entertainment for them.

Though it couldn’t last long, Winnie’s parents were clearly getting impatient to the point both boys saw it without sparing them more than a simple glance.

“They’re still better than your bears, but we might need to continue this conversation another time, being late is hardly ideal for moving again, you know?” Although it was meant to be a joke, Winnie’s tone failed to convey that, sounding more down than anything.

“Stay safe on the car ride then you idiot”

“That's hardly up to me,but I can try?”

“Good, I’ll never let it go in the afterlife if you don’t” The eyeroll Augustine did could be felt, without even looking at him.

“I get it I get it, goodbye for now then? I’ll be back as soon as possible, I promise you” Tone changing from his usual up-beat one, Winnie gave his friend the last hug they would have for a long time.

Augustine didn’t hesitate to return the hug, hardly keeping himself together at all.

“I guess so”

“Do you not even want to say anything to me anymore? Im hurt</3”

Augustine sighed, his mind felt like too much of a wreck to process the events that followed.

They both had to separate as Winnie walked to his parents’ car, whatever washed over Agustine really decided to do so at the worst time possible because not even a moment after the other had turned around, he found himself blurting out the one sentence he was trying to avoid and forget about for months.

‘I love you’

Every part of him that hoped Winnie didn’t hear him was let down as he paused and turned to look at the brunette, who was processing the fact those words came out of his lips at all.

Opposed to what he was expecting, the one in blue smiled at him with a smile more genuine than he has ever seen from him.

“That will be something else we talk about when I come back” he said, voice maintaining the calm feel it carried with it earlier in the conversation.

“I- uhm- oka. Yes, it will be” Augustine stuttered, trying to gather his nerves and thoughts as fast as possible. What was that??

“For the record, I love you too”

With that, he turned and ran to the car, not hearing whatever the other said after him. Whatever he yelled out was a topic they were to tackle later.

Finally, after 6 years of pining, Winnie no longer felt strange.

His love was requited.

#angst #fluff #ship #augustine orlov #cold front #cold front augustine #cold front game #cold front winnie #winnie bosko #augwin #gay gay homosexual gay #they kept getting inconvenienced #5 + 1 fic #fanfic #fanfiction

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White Day with the dorm leaders

It was White Day yesterday, which is basically Valentine's Day but specifically for the guys to give to girls in certain countries in Asia. The reader is still gender neutral though since I treat White Day as belated Valetine's. I wanted to write this earlier but I didn't have time, hope you enjoy!

Riddle

This man wanted to give you the best thing possible but couldn't figure out if a poem would be too cringe or if chocolates would be too cliche

He ended up doing both, getting really nervous about giving them to you, and then forgetting until the last minute to actually deliver it (how could he!)

Cursing at himself for being so clumsy, he runs to Ramshackle and knocks on your door. That's when he realizes he has no idea what to say, how to look perfect as a boyfriend, and then you open the door

"Uh, I heard it's White Day, um...here I just made something for you!" he pushes a little box into your hands and quickly flees before you can ask him what was in the box :/

Tell him you enjoyed the poem (though it was quite sappy) and the chocolates (he made some with Trey!). He'll be red in the face, but you can tell from his flustered smile that he was super happy you liked it

Leona

He didn't even know what White Day was until his brother's wife called him and said "did you get anything for your sweetheart?"

Leona's too lazy to actually get you something, but he does have a bunch of expensive jewelry and trinkets lying around. It wouldn't hurt to just give you one of those, right?

He ends up doing just that. Ruggie advises against it ("feels to haphazard, don't ya think?") but Leona's pride is too big.

You weren't expecting to get anything, so he was surprised at how much you liked it. He thought he would backfire, but seeing your eyes light up made him smile softly to himself

He won't tell anyone that he has that day marked somewhere now on a sticky note. The next time he gives something to you he doesn't want it to just be thrown on your desk as you're studying as he says "here, happy White Day."

Azul

Probably planned every minute of the day. He has an extravagant gift in mind (probably some new perfume or so he created with his own creativity) and he knows exactly how to act suave

Then when you actually show up to the Monstro Lounge he forgets how words work. He just stands there, looking at you, and then stutters a "hi."

You two end up sharing a few snacks together before he finally gives you the gift. He says he wanted to be a bit cooler but he has to keep his emotions from running all over his brain. Tell him it's fine to not always be perfect, he'll literally melt on spot

The perfume's perfect too. It's the exact kind of scent you like, not too strong but also not too dull, and it's even better that he made it specifically for you. It's a nice gift!

You two end up spending the whole night together just talking and going over some extra homework you brought (since you forgot it was White Day you thought you would be doing work). It's a nice moment to bond!

Kalim

He knew he had to get you something, but he wasn't sure if he should go with something small or something extravagant. He was going to basically give you a whole chocolate factory but Jamil said "NO >:("

He ended up trying to find a treasure or so he could give to you, and the best thing he could find was some jewelry and silks. He thought this would do and went to find you

He's the best at communicating out of all of the dorm leaders, especially when it comes to his feelings.

The first thing he does is he shouts your name, then jumps at what you think is about five feet into the air, and then tackles you. "HAPPY WHITE DAY!!!" he shouts while you try to get back up

The gifts are really pretty, and you can tell he wanted to give you more but let him know that what matters to you is that he cares for you. It'll make him super happy

Vil

Also someone who thinks he can be perfect but will have no idea actually how to approach a romantic partner

He decides it will be best if he were to get you a designer jacket from one of the companies he's an ambassador for, but he has no idea how to give it to you and what to say. From all of his acting career, he knows he should at least smile but then what about the words? Is it too cliche to say "I love you?"

When he finally meets up with you, he's very good at acting calm (remember, it's all just an act for now). Handing you the gift, he places a soft kiss on your cheek and asks that you open it.

Of course you show that you really liked it, but when you finally say "Thank you so much!" Vil has no idea what to do. He just awkwardly smiles and says "glad you liked it."

You might've not really noticed how he's emotionally constipated, but give him a hug and he'll be super flustered haha

Idia

He knew what this was because he's seen too many romance animes haha

He plans to give you something through an rpg game you two play. However, Ortho suggests that Idia should give you something in-person instead. But what would that be?

Idia has a few ideas: chocolate? No, "that's kinda normie ngl," or maybe something related to the characters you like? He ends up getting you a plushie from a game you enjoy

Idia doesn't know how to give it to you nor where to do it, so he just asks that you come by to his dorm. "Um, I-I got you something," Idia says, nervously handing you the gift. Tell him thank you and give him a big hug!

You two probably spend the rest of the day watching Ghibli (does that exist in Twisted Wonderland) films together and just vibing. He'll want to do this next year too!

Malleus

Didn't know about the tradition until Lilia brought it up. He wanted to get you something soon, so it worked out nicely!

Malleus probably wants to make you something, maybe a fae-related item. It could be a tiny model of a spinning wheel (a trademark item back in his kingdom) but that doesn't really seem right. He ends up getting you chocolates since he has no idea haha

Also one of the calmer people when it comes to actually giving you the present. He'll walk over to Ramshackle and knock on your door. When you open it, expect him to smile warmly and tell you "Happy White Day" before handing you the box

"I was hoping we could go on a walk together, it's nice weather outside too," Malleus says. You two end up taking a stroll, hand in hand, and stopping by the lake. Who knows, maybe you two will waltz!

He'll drop you off at your place and head back to Diasomnia later in the evening. Will he tell anyone about what happened while he was out? No. Was Lilia probably stalking the whole situation? Yes.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twst headcanons #twst imagines #twst scenarios #white day #gn!reader #twst dorm leaders #twst riddle #twst riddle x reader #twst leona #twst leona x reader #twst azul #twst azul x reader #twst kalim #twst kalim x reader #twst vil #twst vil x reader #twst idia #twst idia x reader #twst malleus #twst malleus x reader

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Happy Valentines Day!!

I've been prepping this oneshot since the first, I'm super excited to finally share it!

Mary has had an epiphany.

It hits them on the Monday before Valentines Day, in the Great Hall. For once, the 14th is falling on a Hogsmeade Saturday, and it's wreaking havoc in the castle. People are asking each other out left right and centre, the prospect of a Hogsmeade date being much too enticing to pass up. Especially for the seventh years. Lily's already talking about who she's going on ask, and it's looking more and more like it's going to be James. Mary isn't all that bothered about Valentines Day, to be honest, but everyone else is, and they think that's quite cute.

At breakfast, everyone watches Valentine after Valentine landing in front of people, and as they watch another cross the table, they catch a glimpse of Remus' face. His eyes follow the owl with an expression that Mary can only describe as wistful. It throws them for a moment. Remus hasn't shown an interest in this sort of thing before. Still, there's absolutely no other explanation for Remus' expression.

That man is a hopeless romantic.

A hopeless romantic without a date. Yeah, that absolutely can't do. Mary can care about Valentines Day for a bit, if they need to find Remus a date. They're going to make sure Remus ends up on a date if it kills them.

They decide to float the concept later that day. The common room is practically empty, Remus and Mary the only ones with free lessons. They've been working in a comfortable silence, with Mary asking the occasional question about the homework they're both completing. It's the perfect time to ask.

"So, Valentines Day's on a Hogsmeade weekend," they say calmly, not looking up from their essay.

"Oh, yeah, I thought I'd heard that," he answers. It's a pretty obvious lie. Remus Lupin has never been a liar, that much is clear.

"Have you thought about asking anyone?" They glance up just in time to watch Remus' shoulders tense. Opening their mouth, they go to respond, but Mary is not about to let them deny anything. "Oh, you have, haven't you?" Remus' face promptly starts to flush, and a smile finds its way onto Mary's face. "Right, I'm finding you a date," they say decisively, and Remus' eyes widen, glancing up at them. He starts to speak hurriedly, but Mary's heard all that they need to hear.

"That's okay, I honestly don't-"

"Nope, it's happening," they hold up their hand as they interject. "You deserve a Valentine, Remus. I'm finding you someone."

Perfect, now they just need to find the right person.

They spend the first few days mulling over their options. Remus is more popular than he gives himself credit for. It shouldn't be difficult to find him a date.

Shouldn't be.

"How about Hestia?" They ask on Wednesday, dropping down in front of Remus. For a moment, he seems taken aback, confused. As the realisation dawns on him, his face drops. Okay, he's not impressed, then.

"Uh... for what?" James asks, confused.

"Nothing, Prongs," Remus interjects quickly, before turning back to Mary. "No, not Hestia."

"Why?" They huff. Hestia's perfect for Remus! He just shoots her a look and goes back to eating.

Okay, someone else, then.

As it turns out, Remus is picky as fuck. Mary suggests Amelia, Emma, Georgia, all in the span of two days, and gets absolutely nothing. They're honestly starting to lose hope. They mention it to Lily and Marlene on Thursday evening.

"I'm not sure who to set him up with next! Nobody seems to be right for him!" They groan, not catching that Sirius has tuned into their conversation.

"Hey, Mary?" Sirius speaks up quickly, and they turn to face him. "You're talking about Saturday, right?" They nod, and Sirius' eyes widen almost invisibly. "I didn't realise he wanted a date for Saturday."

"It's written all over his face. Have you not seen him watching the Valentines like he'd kill to be asked to Hogsmeade?"

"Yeah, I have, but I- I asked him, he said he didn't really care," Sirius says, and it looks like Mary's blown his mind.

Huh. That's interesting.

"Remus isn't just going to admit that he wants something like this," Lily steps in seamlessly. "He does, though. I managed to get that out of him."

"Oh, thank fuck," Sirius says with a sigh, a relieved smile finding its way onto his face. With that, he disappears from the common room, heading straight for the boys dorms.

Well, that's odd.

It doesn't take long to find out what it's all about, though.

They're all at breakfast the next morning when the owl arrives. Mary is playing around with a few more names, deciding between keeping trying to set Remus up with someone or just accepting defeat. Then, an owl swoops in with a single marigold flower, dropping it in front of Remus. He picks it up, stunned, but it's quickly replaced by another. Another. Before any of them know what has happened, there's a stack of flowers in front of Remus. Eyes are stuck on him and, after a moment, Remus looks up. His eyes fix on one person, sitting beside him, like he knows exactly who did this.

Sirius.

Their eyes meet, and Sirius smiles nervously.

"So... Saturday?" Is all he says, and Remus smiles back. He drops the flower and laces their fingers together, as he nods quickly. "I was worried you'd hate Valentines, and I'd look like a prat," Sirius admits with a relieved laugh, which just prompts Remus to move his free hand into Sirius' hair and connect their lips.

Oh.

Okay, that makes much more sense.

#i've written so many happy fics this month #i don't know what's come over me #wolfstar #sirius black #wolfstar oneshot #marauders #remus lupin #remus x sirius #young marauders #moony x padfoot #atyd marauders #marauders oneshot

[tapesfrom1980]

can u do dating sean headcanons? and if u could keep it gender neutral-ish i would appreciate thank u <33

dating sean diaz would include..

IVE NEVER GOTTEN AN ASK/REQUEST THIS IS SO EXCITING YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW HAPPY THIS MADE ME THANK YOU ENJOY <33333

-either frenemies to lovers or he just thought you were hot and you rejected him multiple times till you gave in a longgg time later and he never gave up <3

-definitely a bestfriends type of relationship, he’s very comfortable with you and he knows he can make jokes with you without worrying about hurting you

-he’s lowkey awkward at first just because he hasn’t really had real?? experience with relationships before but he’s so excited to finally have you he goes all out if he can

-he’ll get you concert tickets for one of your favorite artists and be like “just because I love you 😘”

-sometimes it’ll be estebans money too and if he gets caught he’ll yell at sean but make sure to say “it’s not your fault though y/n you did nothing wrong” and go back to scolding

-he didn’t know when to drop the L bomb since he’s never felt that way with someone and didn’t know when it was the right time to say it

-he eventually said it mid-argument and there was a lot of making out after that

-getting sketches of yourself that he drew basically everyday

-he draws you at the most random times, bummy looking or not

-his favorite is the one he did while you danced around his room to your favorite song

-he always draws you as an absolute angel and has some hung up

-even just in his school notebooks his doodling always goes to your face so a lot of his homework or quizzes have your face in some corner with little hearts around it

-daniel tries drawing you too, and you take some home with you even if it’s just you with a deformed blue face and wonky yellow eyes

-being ABSOLUTE besties with daniel

-sean tries to act like he hates sharing your attention but you know he likes that you love daniel as much as he does

-sometimes you’ll come early to the diaz house just to hang out with daniel

-“y/n? how long have you been here why didn’t you wake me up?”

-“daniel called me to help him with his new batman lego set”

-“…”

-he sometimes joins in your guys’s dates and sean tries kicking him out everytime

-being super close with esteban too

-he’s happy sean found someone who’s good for him and pushes him to be a better person

-gossiping with him while he’s working on a car

-usually it’s when sean is busy or you’re just annoyed at him

-“oh y/n, whatd he do now?”

-sometimes even while sean is in the room

-“i’m still here guys”

-weekly movie dates!!! drive ins or sneaking into the theater (sean says 15 bucks just to watch a movie is outrageous)

-getting him to listen to your favorite artists/bands

-sometimes he’ll pretend to hate it if it’s a genre he’d never listen to but you can see him trying not to drum his fingers or bop his head

-dragging him to every school event

-matching halloween costumes always

-if he wants to do a character you don’t know you’ll still match him for his sake vice versa

-if you have a pet he’ll probably try his hardest to befriend it even if he’s lowkey scared at first

-he’ll get jokingly jealous about you and your pet saying how you don’t give HIM that much love

-speaking of jealousy, he’s def the jealous type

-he’ll try to hide it but then say something petty to you or the person making him jealous

-“that wasn’t even that funny 😐”

-“you guys should go to that restaurant you’ve been talking so much about together”

-“sean 😒”

-lyla!!!!

-as both of sean’s bestfriends you guys are really close too

-“he will never get between us y/n.✊”

-lyla joking about how she has to third wheel even tho she’s absolutely happy you guys are together

-sean and lyla fighting over you

-“i don’t care if you and y/n are dating. i’m still the favorite. right y/n??? right??”

-making sure to include her at some point on valentine’s day too even if she pretends to hate it

-arcade dates & picnics <3

-sleepovers!!!!!!! always so much fun

-sometimes you’ll just lay in bed listening to music and it’s one of the most special moments together

WITH STORY PLOT

-you were with them minutes before that had happened, but you went to go pick up your guys’s food from the deli near the house

-you came back to esteban on the floor, the crashed cop car, and no sean and daniel

-you were so in shock nothing came out your mouth for a while

-once your brain processed what was happening you yelled around the house for sean and daniel

-you screamed and screamed till the other cops got to the scene

-even then you kept calling for the boys

-you didn’t know what to do with yourself you’d just seen your boyfriends dad dead on the floor and your boyfriend and his little brother missing

-when the cops explained what happened you were so disgusted about how the situation was handled and how sean had been blamed

-you knew sean and daniel, you knew sean and you knew the story was mixed up and the diaz boys were blamed obviously due to racism

-you never gave up looking for them, you went into the woods and everything

-you were looked down upon, even by your own parents, because it looked like you were supporting a “criminal”

-when sean finally called, you were so happy you bawled the entire time

-you were so so relieved he and daniel were alright

-you understood why he couldn’t tell you where they were or why he wouldn’t be able to call again

-he also didn’t tell you their location because he knew you’d try coming to them, he really did know your love for them both

-with one last goodbye and i love you, that was the last time you talked to sean

if you ran with them

-sean 100% didn’t want you to come with them

-you were in the house when it happened but you rushed outside, but the cop didn’t see you

-he knew that if you went with them you couldn’t come back without being taken in to custody as you were now an accomplice to them, things would never be the same and he couldn’t ask you to do that for him and daniel

-“y/n please, stay here” he was already in tears and his voice was cracking but you refused

-instead, you took your bag with more supplies and stuff that was already in visible view that you knew would be helpful for whatever situation you guys were going to be in

-“i don’t know why you’d think i’d leave you sean”

-you also knew even with the rush of adrenaline you were having what you were giving up

-you were giving up your family, your friends, and a normal life

-but you had been with sean for a long time and you knew you were never gonna leave him to fend for him and daniel in who knows where

-you never complained, even with the bad circumstances

-you helped the boys ration supplies and find shelter in the woods

-sean felt so much better with you there, so did daniel

-they both felt guilty for being glad you came with them

-they knew you left a whole life behind and felt like they took that from you, even if it wasn’t their fault

-but it was your choice and you didn’t regret it even in the worst moments, and you always reminded them both of that, no matter what the ending was

#life is strange #life is strange 2 #sean diaz #sean diaz x reader #daniel diaz #esteban diaz #sean diaz imagine #dating sean diaz would include #tapesfrom1980

[kyupidos]

08/??/23’s delivery 🏹✉️ twisted wonderland

when they textヽ( ･∀･)ﾉ_θ彡☆Σ(ノ `Д´)ノ,ヽ( ･∀･)ﾉ_θ彡☆Σ(ノ `Д´)ノ ;; summary. ‘when you’re not with them in the real world, how do they talk to you online?’

characters. ignihyde , diasomnia : idia shroud , ortho shroud , malleus draconia , silver , sebek zigvolt , lilia vanrouge ( separate ) ;; platonic . 🖇️ tags. reader is gender neutral ( you/your ), reader may or may not be yuu ( up to the reader ), idk what social media app they’re using, lighthearted character slander, kinda long, crack fluff

📡 _a/n. finally updating after * checks watch * two or so weeks!! haven’t done a romantic in a while..should probably change that.

idia

— now, i decided to base these thoughts on their respective valentine’s day cards..and oh boy is idia a LOSER!! respectfully. maybe. this man is going full discordian mode when he texts you and honestly when he texts in general.

— you know that one friend who sends one text message and all of a sudden you have to spend an hour and a half trying to decipher their message because it has three grammatical errors, twenty six misspells and eight random letters mixed in there? even though it was a five word message?

— that’s him. ESPECIALLY when he’s texting you while he’s gaming, unless he chooses to voice call ( a blessing sent from heaven if you don’t want to struggle when communicating with him ).

— he’s just a fast typer, he defends himself while you wipe a single tear from your eye trying to figure out how “btw can you bring me some sweets?” turns into “n btwcan u like brjgn me sm swts n. stuff thxxx” ( but worse, because..it’s idia and he’s probably gaming if he’s asking you this question. also i purposefully avoided looking at my screen for that ).

ortho

— now i imagine his texts are significantly more normal and relaxed..unlike his BROTHER!! his texts to you are far more polite and he uses big words often, which is such bot behavior tbh. i know he struggles with captchas.

— but overall, he is indeed a relatively normal typer, a sweetheart as usual. i also imagine that he talks in more simplistic sentences as well, and doesn’t really do run-on, if that makes sense. it makes his text messages a little longer if he’s typing paragraph style, but otherwise he’s doing just fine getting the message across.

— now he is naturally curious and relatively attentive too, so he’s probably going to ask you about your own texting style. actually, he might try to implement your texting style into his, if he’s interested enough. it’ll probably only last for a week or so though, before he’s back to his usual kindergarten homework texting style.

malleus

— social media? nah..he’s “texting” you through carrier pigeon. be sure to keep your window open, because whenever he feels like it, he’s going to send you a scroll type of letter that details whatever message he’s trying to convey at the time, and it’s a throwback. a throwback to like..the medieval era.

— whenever he does send these letters, his dictionary of words is sophisticated and informative, not a single itty bitty detail left out. it sort of feels like he’s sending the prologue of a book to you, when he does this. i can imagine him writing it all down with a pure black quill pen, too. and i bet that the first letter to the first word of each letter is also in cursive and enlarged like in those fantasy books, for some odd reason.

— and he’ll send the longest message as well, and you might think that he’s describing to you the entire plot of a trilogy where each part is the length of the dictionary, but no, it’s to describe how upset he is that he had to eat an entire cake by himself, or that he’s sick or something. he’s like me when i’m writing an english essay..except he does it with no purpose to it.

— when you do inevitably send him a reply, he gets all excited too. even if he sends a letter that starts with “Dear friend, I write to you to tell you a tale of a most quizzical recent events that has affected me of late, that has stumped me to no end..” and all you reply with is a scroll and a carrier pigeon as well, and he opens it up only to see an enlarged “K.” in the middle with your signature at the bottom. yeah, he’s completely fine with that. makes him happy.

silver

— someone else who is normal with their texts, on the normal scale would probably be ranked by ortho, if not normaler. he’s just your average texter i suppose, other than the fact that every now and then he adds this really long descriptive word that you have to look up in the dictionary to understand, and it’s completely unexpected.

— he’ll send you a message, and it’ll go “also, did you see the others in class today? i found it odd, they were more lackadaisical than usual.” like. for no reason whatsoever. random big word. not too bad though, so points for him. also, i imagine him to type in all lowercase just like me. i don’t know, i just see him doing it.

— on that note of random things i see him doing, and also random things in general, i see him texting you, and then randomly telling you this fun little fact he happens to know about whatever the topic is. “would you like to stop be the equestrian club? a domestic horse can run up to thirty miles per hour, you know.”

sebek

— hard to say if he’s using a phone, or if he’s talking to you via carrier pigeon like malleus..but i’m leaning towards him using a phone. actually, he might do both, and it depends on how mood how you receive the message. but, let’s just talk about how he tends to talks to you on social media for now.

— but still, no matter whether it’s social media or carrier pigeon, he’s a relatively dry person sadly. when he texts you, it’s rather simplistic, though unlike ortho he does tend to do run-ons. i think the only thing saving him from being totally dry is the fact that he actually uses emojis. his favorite emojis..are probably “😡” and “👍”, and you can take a guess when and why he uses them.

— his messages might actually come off as a little mean every now and then, but i doubt he’ll even realize it 99% percent of the time unless you tell him, and he’ll try his best not to text like that again, but it’s hard for him to stray from his usual texting style..introduce him to tone tags, those are probably a life saver for him.

— he does forget to use them every now and then though, so he haphazardly adds them after he sends the message. don’t worry though, he’s learning and figuring things out! slowly but surely, slowly but surely. doing his best.

lilia

— the old man himself! unlike malleus and sebek, he is of course 100% using a phone. though nonetheless, that old age is not subtle at all, even if he is gaming..not like he’s trying to be, the idea of being subtle probably doesn’t even come to him. surprisingly, other than his old man text tone, he’s a relatively normal texter.

— and by relatively normal, i mean normal for when you’re talking to your grandpa who was there for when the telegraph was still a popular use of communication. except..he was there for forms of communication much, much earlier than that.

— he regularly uses somewhat outdated words and then right next to said outdated word is like, the latest social media lingo that was created like a week ago. a very scary combination of i do say so myself. he could be gaming with you and all of a sudden through the chat logs he’ll text you something along the lines of, “Though, i must say..his ass is NOT making it😂😂”. a jumpscare almost every time.

#🦢 swan signed ! #kyupidos #twst #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twst x gn reader #twst x gender neutral reader #fluff #twst fluff #crack #twst crack #twst hcs #twst headcanons #ignihyde #twst ignihyde #twst book 6 #diasomnia #twst diasomnia #twst book 7 #idia x gn reader #ortho x reader #ortho x gn reader #malleus x reader #malleus x gn reader #silver x reader #silver x gn reader #sebek x reader #sebek x gn reader #lilia x reader #lilia x gn reader

[love-kurdt]

Swooping, Sloping, Cursive Letters: 18

word count: 503

PLEASE READ THIS IS ME TRYING FIRST, AS THIS STORY RELIES HEAVILY UPON THE CONTEXT OF TIMT

February 14, 1989

Dear Will,

I hate Valentine’s Day with a burning passion. You know this already. It’s a day where people profess their love for each other in the cheesiest, most materialistic ways and it makes me want to vomit. And it’s not just that; it’s the fact that people like me aren’t able to do those same things… at least, not in public. But that’s the whole point of Valentine’s Day– declaring your love for someone, and everyone else knows about it.

But the worst part about this particular Valentine’s Day was that you got valentines from so many girls. It was like they were vultures circling overhead, waiting for their chance to swoop in and get their chance with William Jacob Byers, the insanely attractive, sweet, talented artist with a smile that contains the light of a thousand suns. I mean, I don’t blame them, because if I were a girl, I would be… I’m not even gonna try and finish that sentence. I know for a fact that even if I were a girl, I wouldn’t have a shot with you. You turned down all the real ones, so why would I be any different?

Anyway, the plot thickens: during lunch, some girl came up to us looking all shy and asking to speak with you in private. The way she smiled at you reminded me of a bloodthirsty shark, or maybe a rabid saber tooth lion. You looked at me, almost as if you were afraid to be alone with her. I would be too, if I’m being completely honest with you. I told her that you were busy going over our math homework that was due next period (we didn’t even have it out at that point, but whatever). She scoffed at me before proceeding to ask you if you wanted to go and get ice cream “or something” after school, “like, a date.” I think she and I both held our breath while awaiting your response. 

By some miracle, you told her you were flattered, but you weren’t interested; you had plans with me this afternoon. Which wasn’t technically true, since we hadn’t made any plans that were set in stone, but I backed you up and helped let her down… well, not so slowly. More like tossing her off a cliff at the speed of light. But still. She thanked you anyway and walked off, probably to go cry in the girls’ bathroom or some shit. You glanced in my direction to thank me, and I asked if you were serious about having plans with me later. You shrugged and said, “Well, I’m down if you are.” I was down, alright. So unbelievably down, you have no idea. Spending Valentine’s Day with you is an opportunity I would never pass up, platonic or otherwise. And now it’s just a matter of time until you come over. I have a Star Wars marathon and all your favorite snacks ready to go. I can’t wait.

Love,

Mike

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[shuamorollss]

THE WORST Secret Santa! — StucoPres!yjw x gn!reader

you never knew that a peculiar game of switched class secret santa would draw you and jungwon together

fluff, comedy, featuring various of idols, jungwon is clumsy if u squint warnings— not proofread, errors ahead, unsuree but there might be scenes where reader gets identified as she/her, 8.4k wc (i got carried away omfg) + reblogs are greatly appreciated!

taglist— @jangwonie @jungwonize @luhvlyuna @w3bqrl @ineedaherosavemeenow

note— I know i said i'd post this on valentines (it's feb 17 now..) BUT i rlly didn't hv time to open tumblr bc of the packing homeworks school is alr giving us TT but here it is!!! I'm sorry if it looks rushed in a way.. And i wanted to give out like a serendipity feel to it anyway that's it and I'm sorry for delaying this fic <//3 Was also thinking of making a part two for this one cause I haven't done justice on their love story Omg

you along with your classmates didn't know what drew your adviser to host a game of secret santa, but with other classes.

Although at the same time you think it's a cute way to get to know the people from the other class, the thing is.. what do they even want as a present? you possibly can't just approach them and ask them what present they want to receive.

yeah, this game will definitely suck.

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"I can't believeee the principal approved of this switched class secret santa or whatchamacallit." Your deskmate, Hanni Pham, whined, slouching forward, irritatingly slamming her cheeks on your shared desk. "Hey, It sounds kinda fun. I mean, the concept is pretty unique." Sim Jayoon replied who was sitting on the desk in front, turned her gaze to the both of you.

In all honesty, you were pretty neutral about the idea. Moreso on Yoon's side; she was right, it does sound a bit exciting, with such a different concept for secret santa and being a school transferee, you'll finally get to know other students in your school this way.

Yoon and Hanni’s gazes transferred to you, wanting to hear your perspective of the said exchange gift event for your annual christmas party. You started with a half shrug, “I sort of agree with Yoon, things like these do sound exciting.“ you let out a short and nervous laugh.

“See? Two versus one Hanni.” Yoon lets out a smug face as if it was a competition to feel triumphant on. Hanni only groaned as she glared at the girl with bangs, then moving her head to the other side.

“But how will this whole secret santa work? Like which class are we all gonna get paired to?” Hanni grumbled, still protesting for this concept of secret santa to move forward (even though choices were already made by school authority).

Before you and Yoon could answer her question, Naoi Rei came into the picture. cheerfully letting out a “ Hey guys! “ as she sits beside her seatmate, Yoon. You all greeted her back with the same yet idle “hey!”

Hanni finally raises her head up to check the girl in front of her. The curve on Rei’s lips never seemed to fade, figuring that she might have some things to say that would pique you and the girl's interest.

“I overheard Mrs. Jeon and Mrs. Yoon earlier talking about the secret santa thing…” Rei started, all of your ears perked up as if it was activated, ready to listen to everything that will come out next. Stories that involve advisers (especially your class’s adviser, Mrs. Jeon) are already intriguing to hear and you all thank Rei for being a part of your friend group and for having such a good source of gossip.

Rei slightly leaned forwards in which you three mirrored her move, waiting a few seconds for your friend to process her words.

“So.. okay. I heard our class, and their class are gonna be paired for the secret santa.” Yoon gasped at Rei’s statement while Hanni’s eyes only widened, and you? utterly confused.

How is this news? You thought to yourself, what is so shocking about these two classes colliding for the secret santa?

Yoon was repeatedly slapping your desk in excitement while Hanni was just frozen in place “I’m gonna see our class so desperate to get his name.” she lets out; and Rei was just giggling… but why? and who's he?

The three eventually noticed your clueless state, realizing you probably do not know anything about Mrs. Yoon’s class. Rei gave you a question regarding that class, shaking your head as a response.

“Girl.. Yang Jungwon is in that class.” Yoon replied, gently holding your arm as it rests on your desk.

“Yang Jung- who?” you raised a brow.

“Mister student council president.” Hanni lets out a short chuckle, glancing at Rei. You can only breathe out a long oh in response, even so, still unfamiliar with the boy mentioned.

Since your friends have talked about it like they were fangirls, he must be extremely popular… being the student council president after all.

Before your conversation escalates, you four immediately shifted your attention to the font noticing a sudden thud on the front door, knowing that your Teacher had already entered your classroom.

All of you stood up to welcome and greet your adviser, officially starting the homeroom hour for the day.

Much to you and your friends surprise, the news Rei announced about the classes to be paired with from secret santa were correct, hearing the mention of Mrs. Yoon's class later on. You were startled when some of your girl classmates gasped about the news, you swore that their excitement could almost be heard even outside your classroom, reaching the long corridors,

You didn’t know why you had only found out about his popularity today, even if you were friends with the student council secretary (Hanni Pham), you seem to not hear her, or any of your friends for that matter, mentioning the name Yang Jungwon until now.

You turn your head to your seatmate only to see her rolling her eyes and groaning at the fangirling session your class has started after the mention of Jungwon's name.

Your old school has popular students too, similar to this Jungwon person, although they had never made this kind of impact on a class before… This was completely new to you especially how can some normal students still get a whole hoard of students swooning over them?

“This school is weird.” You muttered at the thought. Hanni unknowingly catches your whispers, replying “Right.” which quickly caught you off guard.

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You all were instructed to write your names on a small piece of paper and a wishlist on what you want to receive as a present. Your adviser gave you a good 5 minutes to write everything out and you were baffled to find the part where you write your wishlist to be difficult. You tap your pen at the surface of your desk, forming a rhythm as you intently gather your thoughts about things you want to receive as a present, although not one thing comes to mind.

You want to buy the things you desire with your own money, you wish to write something that isn’t too much of a hassle for the other to buy… and still none pops up in your mind.

You take small peaks at Hanni’s paper, she was writing something alright, and pretty focused too. You envy your seatmate for already knowing what she desires to get in 2 weeks, while you’re still stuck on a piece of paper that only has your name written on it.

You were too drowned in your thoughts only to see that the time had run up. It was time to fold your papers and place it on a tupperware box in order to finally switch with the other class.

You swiftly scribbled on your paper before your teacher passed by your desk; and to your relief you made it. Folding the paper and dropping it in the box at the same time as Hanni.

As your adviser leaves the class to pass the box, you, Hanni, and the two other girls seated in front of you let out their own sigh of relief. Yoon and Rei turn around to ask what you two wrote in your own wishlists.

“I just wanted a new set of highlighters and a computer mouse, what about you Y/n?”

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“Surprise me,” Jungwon read out loud, “and nothing else.” He added, earning a perplexed face from Wonyoung. As if she hadn't heard the male right.

“There’s no way that person wrote that in their wishlist.” Wonyoung snatched the paper out of Jungwon's grip, squinting her eyes as if she’s gonna find anything else written in the paper.

“Yeah, good luck with that.” She intensely placed the paper back on the man’s desk, Jungwon only rolling his eyes at the girl sitting in front of him.

Wonyoung gasped at the attitude her friend just showed, “Look won, no one would want to trade secret santa’s with you with that wishlist.”

“I'm not willing to trade it anyway. I don't mind it to be honest.”

“Why not? Won’t it be hard for you?” she raised a brow.

“Might be difficult when I start to look for a present, although I don’t think I’m the only one who’s gonna find difficulties in finding me a present.”

Wonyoung only stared at the other, forehead creasing, “What do you mean— Won, what did you write on your wishlist?”

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“Wow Y/n you got Jungwon?!” Hanni exclaimed, you immediately grip on her shoulders in an attempt to shut her up (it was reflex). Thankfully the two girls in front of you were the only ones who heard Hanni’s loud mouth and not your other classmates who were gushing about how desperately they would want to pick Jungwon's paper up. quickly turning their heads to you with a scheming grin on their faces.

“Jungwon?! Oh my god!” Yoon whisper shouted, placing her palm in front of you, quietly asking you to hand her the paper you had picked up from the box. You then absentmindedly placed the paper on her palm as your other hand was still tightly gripping your seatmate's shoulder. Yoon reading the paper in an instant, plastering a wide O expression being that it indeed has Jungwon’s name written.

Rei leaned her head beside her seatmate to take a look at the paper in Yoon’s grasp, both of them dropping an ambiguous reaction just for a small piece of paper with only the man's name written on it.

“Is there nothing else on here?” Rei quickly snatched the small paper from Yoon, eyeing the paper closer as if anything would pop up.

“Dumbass, of course there’s nothing. Do you see anything else besides his name?” Yoon retorts, flicking her forehead in an attempt for Rei's grip to loosen on the paper, immediately taking it back.

“That’s surprising… kind of,” Hanni joins in when you finally calmed down, letting go of your grasp on her shoulder. She idly placed her hands to her cheeks with her elbows resting on the desk. “Jungwon is known as someone who actually knows what he wants… Kinda shocking to see his paper being empty but his name though, I seem to give no care about it, good luck though.”

“Thanks… I mean, He’s probably not the only one who left his wishlist empty too.” You commented.

“What do you mean? You didn’t put anything in your wishlist either?” Rei tilted her head to the side, interested to hear your answer. “Technically I did, but it was just a simple surprise me.” you anxiously curl up the edges of your lips, a slight chuckle escaping beneath your breath. Hanni shrugged it off, it was expected for you to be unsure of what you want, especially having to think about it in a really short amount of time only to end up with absolutely nothing.

“Whoever got you to be their secret santa is in one hell of a ride…” Yoon uttered thrillingly.

“I think the same for myself too.” you remarked. You were internally inquisitively desperate in knowing who might have picked up the paper that has your name written on it, and also wonder what gift you’ll be receiving for the party that is now set in two weeks.

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First week has already passed, meaning Jungwon is already preparing for a gift as your secret santa.

He underestimated it, assuming this would be easy; however, the thought of your reaction to anything Jungwon decides to give you started to bother him.

He is completely unfamiliar with you, he doesn't know you nor have seen you physically, having the verge of dying from impatiently waiting a week from now.

Jungwon remained alone in the student council office, since there were no requirements to submit, everyone stayed with their group of friends within the school.

He liked the fresh lone air of the office, he cherishes it so he never complains being alone.

Also, this is the best time to whine about anything and everything, especially what gift to give you for the upcoming party without anyone's judgment. Wonyoung is too dubious about the whole 'surprise me' Y/n paper and probably wouldn't help him settle for a decent gift.

This idea of secret santa sure is downright ass.

Jungwon continued to groan and complain, frustratingly pondering on whatever gifts to buy as he attentively notes all of his ideas on a spare page of his notebook.

Unbeknownst to him a Hanni Pham remains in her stand right beside the door as she watches the student council president fumingly write on a notebook with a fuming face.

"Uhh… president?" The soft voice coming from the girl startled Jungwon, gazing up to her figure in a heartbeat. He felt like he was caught doing something he wasn't supposed to, even though he was just writing.

Jungwon escaped a relieving sigh, halting himself from what he was doing. Hanni felt the sudden awkward air and wished she would've entered any time that isn't now. Oh how she wished to turn back time and be able to change her mind from opening this very door and backing him out of his trance.

"Yes, Hanni?" He calmly voiced out, acting as if he wasn't panicking 2 seconds ago.

"Can I hang out here?"

"Oh, sure. You didn't have to ask that."

Hanni slowly walled and took a seat a distance beside Jungwon, then idly slouched on the uncluttered table.

"What made you come here? You don't normally hang here in the student council office." Jungwon strikes up a conversation, attempting to tone down the fiddly atmosphere that was built a few minutes ago.

Hanni shrugged, "Eh, Yoon didn't show up to class, Rei and Y/n are cramming for homework that's due later so I decided to leave for them to focus on that… Basically I'm bored and friendless at the moment. I'm striving for interactions, Jungwon." From lightheadedness to being desperate in a matter of a few words shook Jungwon. He knew Hanni wasn't a huge extrovert, though she likes to chit chat especially with prople she's close with, so why is she approaching him?

"Why don't you just talk to your classmates then?"

"Because! I don't like any of my classmates except for Yoon, Rei, and Y/n! If I ever talk to any one of them they're just gonna start asking me about you, I mean— we're not even close?!"

Jungwon could only laugh in response, fond of the other's carefree and extremely straightforward personality.

"Not close? that's true and all but why did it kinda hurt." Jungwon jokes, placing his palm on his chest acting like his heart has pounded too hard to break at Hanni's rant.

"Oh you know I don't always hang around here except when it's important," Hanni crosses both of her fingers up "Bros always comes first."

The name Y/n had only just hit hard inside Jungwon's spindling brain, subtly reaching out for air as he internally debates with himself if asking you what to give Y/n was the best Idea. Jungwon really wanted you to cherish whatever he's gonna give, and he'll make sure of that.

"Anyway, enough about me. What're you doing? You seemed tense earlier when I walked in." Hanni leaned at the side, attempting to peek at the male's notebook she had caught him writing so focused on.

Jungwon felt a sweat dropping from his forehead, even though he looked completely flawless and unbothered in the other's view. Slowly moving his notebook out of Hanni's vision, causing her to let out a short groan.

"Come on, what is that?"

"Just… secret Santa stuff."

"Oh! You started picking gifts already? Who did you get? Wait, don't say it's me!"

"It's not you."

"Oh phew… I didn't get you either so you can say it to me."

That swift confession made Jungwon lose his thick walls, wanting to open up to Hanni about who he had picked for the event. Considering they're close friends, and also the person who's in the class who got paired with in his class. Maybe she would know what to buy for you that'll have you smiling for the rest of the night.

"So Hanni… don't tell anyone, okay?"

"Of course, My lips are sealed shut!"

Jungwon took a few seconds to process his choices, finalizing with the decision of seeking Hanni's help.

He held a deep breath, "I picked up Y/n's."

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"Y/n… there's only 2 more days before the party and you still haven't thought about what gift to buy Jungwon?" Rei's eyebrows rose, Watching you stress out along with your two other friends.

"I keep telling her to finally start buying one but she always say It's too early." Hanni mocks your tone of voice, causing you to shoot a glare in her way.

"Look, after school we'll help you pick something for him so that you won't stress yourself sick anymore, sounds good?" Yoon offered. "No!—" you declined almost immediately after Yoon spoke, earning a few wide eyes from your three friends.

"I'm sorry— guys, I just prefer making my own decisions for this one." you reasoned, lowering your head as you huff out to ease your stressful state a bit.

"Wow Y/n, didn’t know you’d be taking this too seriously." Rei responds.

“Rei please, I think we all took it equally seriously, we don’t even know those people in the other class except for Jungwon.” Yoon boasted to her seatmate.

You huffed exasperatingly, "Of course I am Rei! I'm buying someone who I have completely no idea about; a gift!?" you lowered your head against your desk, escaping a whiny groan, feeling the heat of your breath fanning from the polished wooden surface of your desk.

"That’s fair. If you don't want our help, good luck then!" Hanni rooted, raising her fists above showing her support. “Oh and by the way, Jungwon likes jackets so do what you want to do with that information.” Hanni added, her hands gently transferring to patting your back.

You let out a “Thanks.” to at least show gratitude for their encouragement, a part inside you is dubious to be able to buy a gift before 2 days, you never even planned about what to give him.

After school would be a great challenge between you and your indecisiveness.

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Jungwon finds himself wandering various stores in the mall while he indecisively asks vendors questions about a price of a certain product he won’t even end up purchasing.

He wasn’t seeking a present to give you, he had already bought you a week ago after gaining Hanni’s assistance with gift ideas. So why now, does he feel the need to add more to what he’s originally going to hand you in two days? Surely you might want more than a new year’s planner, right?

Right.

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Truth be told, you did feel sort of regretted your bitterness denial after you have told them to back down with the help. Finding yourself internally panicking while roaming around the mall, a few minutes have passed after tentatively buying a hoodie. (taking note of what Hanni said, considering they knew each other.) The hoodie didn't feel as complete, not feeling the slightest satisfaction of giving it to him alone, and ought to give him more than that… and you will give more than that.

You searched around the entire mall and only ended up with more things than you expected, and much to your surprise, you haven’t spent a lot of your money.

Knowing that he is in the student council, you reckon he might want things more essential, similar to a set of colored pens, highlighters, new notebooks, the hoodie, and a few jewelry. It felt like it was too much albeit the budget wasted on; these purchases didn’t leave you satisfied, only having the man’s reaction to bother you for mornings and evenings up until the exact day of the party

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“Jungwon! Our ride’s here!” Wonyoung yelled downstairs, Jungwon flabbergasted, inhaling the fact her voice can still be heard even at a far set of stairs. He quickly prepared himself before returning downstairs to take off with his friend, seeing Wonyoung already standing impatiently by their front door.

“Let’s go.” Jungwon breathed out, nodding intensely at the girl in front of him.

“Whatever, I would’ve left without you.” The girl scoffs, idly exiting Jungwon’s home walking to their ride which was the car of Jungwon’s sweet sister.

Wonyoung turned around to the male, “Oh and your sister said to lock the door.”

“I don’t have any keys with me— oh.” His eyes widened with his fast reflex when Wonyoung threw the keys at him out of nowhere. “Nice.” Wonyoung remarked, then turned back to board their ride that was parked in front of his house.

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“Thanks for helping me out with preparing the room Y/n!” Yoon cheerfully thanked with a wide smile plastered on her face, her eyes smiling in the process. You mirrored her jolly expression as you handed her another wide lace of garland, which Yoon took in an instant and carefully placed it at the front ceiling.

“No problem, class treasurer.” You teased, a smirk ghosting your lips. Yoon only laughed in response as you then handed her a large ribbon. “Rei and Hanni are taking a while to come by, no?” You asked, genuine cluelessness in your tone.

“Oh please, they’re probably having an outfit crisis.”

“Just for a class party? Well, that doesn’t seem so surprising now.” You both let out a soft giggle, silence taking over the both of you to focus on the decorating.

A few minutes passed by, you, Yoon, and a few of your classmates had already finished decorating the room, and the time left before the actual party started was farther than you expected. Satisfied with the finished result of the newly festive decorated classroom, you then took a seat on a random desk at the side to check on your gift that you hid under the compartment, thankfully it remained there.

It wasn’t a huge bag, it was averagely small, having the jacket folded neatly and all the other gifts fitted in that paper bag. You could feel your anxiousness crawling up to your system, giving you dazed thoughts. Now’s the day you get to give him your gift, you don’t know what he’s like, you never asked Hanni about his everyday demeanor since that never gathered in your thoughts for the last two weeks, and most importantly you don’t know what he wants as a present. (excluding the hoodie.)

You spent a few minutes trapped in your thoughts, unaware that some of your classmates had already arrived.

“Y/n!” Rei gleefully greeted, sitting beside you and completely backing you out of your trance. You only hummed absentmindedly as you process the current state of your class.

Everyone is already here.

“What’s that? Wait let me guess… Jungwon’s?”

“Yeah, Jungwon’s.” you let out, Rei noticed the discomposure lingering in your voice while you fiddle the handle of the paper bag you were holding, causing a state of worry to enter her.

“Hey, I’m sure he’s gonna love whatever it is in there,” Rei pouted, shifting her hand around your shoulder in order for you to lessen your build up tension.

“I don’t think he’d show a nasty reaction to it, I bet he has a kind heart.”

You were sincerely grateful for Rei’s words, her intention of calming your heartbeat actually worked. Though another thought had hit you, about why Rei and the others didn’t feel the same nervousness you were feeling right at this moment.

"Thanks Rei, but that's not the only thing I'm worried about…"

Rei tilted her head for a better view of your state, "Okay yeah, our classmates may get jealous but don't worry about them."

"Rei…"

"Okay sorry. What is it that's also bothering you?"

"I know nothing about him."

"Oh pfft— we all don't know who the person we got. You're not the only one bothered by that thought." Rei laughed, transferring her hand on top of you, patting your head. "Don't let that anxiousness take a toll on this fun day, you don't want to go home with just this gift thing overtaking your head, right?" Rei added, slowly taking the paper bag then placing it on the compartment under the desk you both were sitting on.

You raise your chin to see Yoon and Hanni preparing to MC the party, meeting gazes with Yoon, the girl at a distance beaming endearingly waving the both of you to walk towards them.

Your eyes softened by the quick gentle hit of realization; all thanks to your best friend slash classmate Naoi Rei.

"You're right," You jumped out of your seat, causing Rei to do the same. "Let's go!" You sang, jogging your way to Yoon and Hanni.

Rei was right, why would you be extremely stressed about a secret santa gift? Is it because Jungwon is basically a high demand in your school? Maybe. But he's a human being, you can worry about his reaction later. What matters right now is to have fun for yourself.

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"Come on guys! 7 members in 2 groups, who dares to participate!" Wonyoung cheerfully asked through the mic, almost all of your classmates raising their hands, making her eyes widened in surprise. Jungwon only laughed in response, discussing shortly with her co-MC that he'll pick the members for the second group while hers is the 1st group.

Their Christmas party was going smoothly and actually started to be more enjoyable. Jungwon had a nice relationship with all of his classmates, causing all of them to get along so well, feeling as if everyone were close friends. Maybe this is what made it cherishing, the chemistry of the class, the relationship to one another. Jungwon's eyes sparkled as Wonyoung, now leading and hosting the first game for today's party, without the need of Jungwon’s hosting, he proceeded to sit by the side watching chaos unfold at the center of the classroom.

"Hey Jungwon, is this yours?" his classmate, Kim Sheon asked while holding a large paper bag with a cute valentines teddy bear printed on it.

"Oh yeah that's mine," Jungwon continuously nodded as the girl handed him the paper bag. "thank you Sheon!"

"You should watch where you put things next time, president." the girl advised before taking a few steps away towards the other end of the room, returning to her group of friends.

He stares at her with delight, his mind completely going back to reality knowing that the paper bag she had handed him was your christmas present. His mind suddenly hazed to a frenzy as he quickly searched the inside of the paper bag and much to his relief, everything were still there.

His thoughts then switched about the gift giving later on. It's a shame that he has to shout your name out loud in order to find you by the time your classes collide to give each other gifts. He has done it a lot before (shouting at delinquents) but doing it to someone who's technically a total stranger to him and probably harmless felt hilariously strange.

He gets to brush this thought later on, reckon that he might just be thinking anything to make him more anxious than he was a few hours ago before leaving his home. Besides, you are considered best friends with Hanni (her words), and he didn't want to underestimate that. With Hanni's adorably bubbly approach would make him assume you might just be the same as her.

Then again, everything's only an assumption.

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People were already feasting on the homemade goodies your classmates had prepared or bought for everyone to eat. You ate with Rei, Sullyoon and Ni-ki since the other two were too busy organizing the event and the class exchange gift collision soon. The merry festive set of the classroom had made you giddy and so was interacting with your classmates, all of them feeling much the same.

You were chatting with Rei, Sullyoon and Ni-ki until you felt a grumble on your stomach that made you want to excuse yourself for a while.

Thankfully your friends didn't mind, so you stormed off hoping that this isn't an internal attack you expect it to be.

After a few minutes in the comfort room, you walked out, clashing a rough figure bumping into you, flinching at the hard feeling of meeting his body.

"Oh I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" He instantaneously apologized, you subtly move your head up and down, eyes glued on the man swiftly bowing at you.

You waved your hands frantically, showing a nervous expression, telling him that it was okay.

"No, it's not your fault. You wouldn't see me coming at all!" He stammered, you could see from his expression that he felt sort of resentment.

"Well, you didn't see me coming out of the bathroom either, so don't feel so bad now…"

You didn't even have any injuries from that, so it was quite adorable to see him continuously apologizing as if what he did was downright unlawful.

"Anyway, I should probably go back to my party now, I'm sorry again!" You waved at him once more, tracing the smile on your eyes as you walked away towards your classroom, your destination wasn't a far distance so the man could still see your figure entering the said room.

The moment your figure disappeared, was when Jungwon suddenly wondered why he was out walking in the first place. Completely forgetting his task by the time he bumped into you.

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You, Sullyoon, and Ni-ki were having a common interest conversation while Rei excused herself after getting called by your other classmates.

You turn your head to check the whole classroom and how everyone is getting along so well, including with people you unexpectedly enjoyed interacting with such as the people you're talking to right now.

You see Yoon and Hanni talking to your class president, Kim Siyoon, at the very side of the classroom, just beside the door, Your president who might be asking them to announce something, since it's been minutes since everyone had already finished consuming the party goods

By the time your gaze goes back to Ni-ki and Sullyoon, a "Hello everyone!" from Yoon.

Everyone went quiet as their attention transferred to the three people beside the door asking if everyone already finished their meals.

Everyone shouted a loud YES!! (including you) and you felt your heart melt as you saw Yoon's gummy smile plastered on her face by the energetic response.

"So that officially concludes the party… but before that! Let's all get our Christmas presents and it's time to exchange gifts!! After you get your presents, you can all freely enter Mrs. Yoon's classroom, two classrooms down the hall on the right, at room 2-1."

Everyone rapidly made their way to pick up their respective gifts and immediately walked out of the classroom, alongside Sullyoon and Ni-ki who you're sure were just beside you moments before.

Yoon's figure walks near your seat. "You really can't tell if they wanted to see Jungwon or the people they got for secret santa." The woman in front of you chuckled, placing her hand under the desk compartment you were sitting on in order to find the gift she had hid there.

"Aha!" Yoon lets out, grasping a cute, medium-sized, yellow wrapped box.

"Come on Y/n, let's go," Your brows narrowed, questioningly staring at the girl due to her invitation.

"Hanni and Rei already made their way there, so come on."

tilting your head to the side seeing only nothing but an empty space, excluding you and Yoon.

You took off your seat hoisting up the rope handle of the paper bag filled with gifts.

Yoon nodded at you, silently asking if you were ready to go; and before you could respond to her a sudden pst came from Siyoon who opened the door.

"Good thing you guys are still here, can one of you help me bring something to the faculty?" Siyoon asked timidly, her worried expression impulsively pulled you to volunteer on assisting your class president. Telling Yoon to go on without her which she obliged, leaving the room the same as you do, heading in the opposite direction on the hall.

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Jungwon’s eyes set to their crowded classroom, everyone mingling and interacting all so joyfully, however everyone was already occupied giving gifts to the people they have gotten. It was chaos yet everyone seemed to get along considering this is the first time these two classes collided like this. Jungwon's eyes sparkled as he saw the classroom more alive than ever, an ecstatic Wonyoung jumping beside him backed him out of his mesmerized eyes.

"Look what my secret Santa got me," Shimmying as she wore a fur blaser, holding a leopard print purse, "It's so cute dont'cha think?" She squealed, darting off, not even bothered to wait for her best friend to answer her question. Jungwon only stared into a void, dumbfounded by what had just happened.

Jungwon didn't bother to shout your name since people were already leaving the classroom to go home or hang out outside school grounds, which was reasonable though what concerned Jungwon was your absence. He decided to wait a bit in the classroom in hopes of someone showing up with a clueless face similar to him, though a few minutes felt like hours when Jungwon slowly witnessed half of the students that bustled their classroom slowly leaving one-by-one.

He had an urge to ask your friend, Hanni, who was talking to two other girls(Yoon and Rei) in a circle. Though Jungwon slid the idea off and kept waiting, although unaware, Hanni already was giving secret glances at his lonely figure whilst his point finger held a paper bag for what she assumed to be his christmas present. Hanni excused herself for a moment to approach him, leaning backwards on the desk he was sitting on.

"Is Y/n not here yet? Yoon said she helped Siyoon— our class president by the way, in the faculty, she might still be there." The girl explained, causing a tedious reaction on the boy.

Realizing that he was stuck in a trance, Hanni didn't hesitate on gripping his shoulders, shaking him back to reality, which worked.

"Huh?— what?!— huh?!" Jungwon lifted his head, eyes widening when greeted by the girl who had just returned to his state of mind in the real world.

"Three words: Y/n. Faculty. Go." Were Hanni's last words before returning back to her circle of friends, eventually exiting the classroom.

Jungwon took a few seconds to process Hanni's words before storming out, heading to the very room the girl had mentioned to him directly a few minutes back.

Sensing his impatience was unlikely, he reckons himself to be very patient yet he felt irritated having to wait that long. Though he couldn't possibly blame you, you only wanted to help your class president, so then again, he slides these feelings off.

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"Thanks girls, have a nice Christmas vacation!" One of the faculty members sweetly reminded the both of you, after that you two bid your farewells and as the door closes from the faculty, the both of you sprinted to Mrs. Yoon's classroom like the tomorrow is about to br erased. In a race to finally hand out their presents.

When both of you arrived at the classroom, there were only two people waiting, and none of them was waiting for you.

One of them being Siyoon's secret santa and one of them being the ones to have her as their secret santa.

You quietly watched them exchange their gifts, eyes furrowed at the three people who were only left at Mrs Yoon's classroom and no one else.

You only assumed that one of them is this Jungwon person, it really bums you for being the only person who's unfamiliarized with the person you're handing out your present to.

"Hey guys can I ask where Yang Jungwon is?" You reluctantly took a few steps towards the three, though much to your dismay, they had no idea where Jungwon went, confirming for you that one of them is not jungwon.

You only breathed out an "Oh okay." in response, nodding vigorously before setting yourself to get some fresh air as you lean backwards on a desk that was placed to the side of the room. You grasp your phone, unfortunately having 5% battery, you only dared to check your messages to see anything new, and seeing a notification pop up on your group chat with the four girls saying that they all were just at a 7/11 across the street and will be waiting for you there and replied with a like emoji, turning it off after doing so.

A few minutes had passed, the three students (Siyoon included) had already left the classroom, which now leaves you the only person inside, waiting to hand out your present.

Your paper bag felt heavy, you were dying to give this to him already and get out, you don't even care about receiving yours anymore, you just wanted to get this present out of your grasp.

A few minutes and for what it felt like hours of waiting, you couldn't stop yourself from dozing, having no more control on keeping your heavy eyelids up anymore, you wanted to keep awake, though you couldn't.

A part of you already accepted the fact that Jungwon might not be showing up, you originally wanted to just get this over with yet right now you just want to meet your friends outside already.

And so that is what you did.

Indolently making steps towards the door, reluctantly gripping on the cold metal handle, pulling the door then swiftly taking a huge step beyond the door only for someone to suddenly clash onto you to the point you fell down hard to the ground, groaning by the bruised feeling that stinged your bottom.

"Oh my god I'm so sorry— " The man stopped, blinking as he continued to examine your figure. You only looked up at him, having the inability to get yourself up.

"again. I am so sorry again." He guiltily uttered, crouching down, his arms tightly holding your wrist in order to assist you to stand.

Your eyes still glued to his face as he helps you up, attempting to remember his familiar features and a few seconds is what finally hits you.

He was the person who previously bumped onto you… What are the odds for the same thing to happen again?

"It's alright.." It wasn't. It was honestly, excruciatingly painful, knowing that he bumped onto you whilst he was sprinting rapidly towards you and having to heavily meet your frame at the exact same coordinate at the exact same time.

"I should really start being careful whenever I exit a room." You joked, wanting to end the awkward air about to build up between you and the man you had just bumped into.

"Yeah, sorry again… I was just searching for this person so that I can finally give my present to them, her friend told me they were in the faculty but when I got there Mrs. Yoon already said they were gone, and now I'm back here." the man stated, your eyes suddenly feeling awake at the other's words.

"Oh, I was just at the faculty… Who did you get?"

"Uhm… Y/n."

You escape a long sigh, in a relief to have finally found your secret santa. You would've figured it out the second you have bumped onto, "I'm Y/n!"

Jungwon's eyes sparkled, exhaling the same air though slightly tired from the running earlier, considering the faculty was 3 more floors more up, an exceptionally understandable state.

"Oh thank god finally… here you go." He handed out a cute printed paper bag, in which you slowly transferred to your grasp, dubious if you were going to open it now or open it when you leave.

You examined his tired figure head to chest, uncertain of what to do next.

"Can we go inside for you to open your present?"

"Oh, you want me to open my present in front of you..?"

"Yeah, since you didn't add a wish list and all. I wanted to see if you're surprised," He grinned,

"Also I need to sit down, I feel like passing out anytime soon." He added, you could still see his chest pounding from the tiring run.

It would be out of place to open gifts here in the hallway anyway, so you happily obliged, taking a few steps back returning to their classroom.

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you and the other seated at a desk beside the window, having the sunlight ray refract through the transparent window of the 3rd floor classroom. The conspicuous sight of the buildings and the school field alluring a smile to creep up on Jungwon's face.

He admires the view behind him as you gently rummage through the paper bag. "Wow." You remarked, shocked about the amount of things he had bought you.

Your grip was on a cotton fabric cloth folded inside, pulling out of the bag and expanding it widely to reveal a funky white and blue jacket with a few sticker designs. It was adorable and it fits your taste. Jungwon's attention darted to you when he heard a breathy gasp coming from you, witnessing your eyes sparkling as you gaze at the jacket for too long.

"So… Do you like it?" Jungwon's brows knit as he sees your baffled state, you couldn't speak your happiness out just yet so you silently nod as you examine the jacket more.

"Yang Jungwon, you have such a nice taste in terms of designs. This is amazing!" You praised, earning a bashful laugh from the man.

When you were done admiring the jacket, you then folded it and gently put it on your side to check more things inside the paper bag.

"Wow, you bought me a lot— Oh my god! " You joyfully yell in surprise as your eyes lay on a planner journal. "I was planning on buying this after new years?!"

"I didn't feel content with giving you just the planner so I bought you… some school supplies, a jacket, and that planner."

You felt your heart giddy up from the man's statement, noticing the curve on your lips that wouldn't fade anytime soon. You couldn't tell if you find his visage absolutely adorable or the fact that he's shy about his gifts.

"Are you saying that you never originally planned on getting me that freakishly cute jacket?!"

"Yeah…"

The said gifts were simple, yes. Though very essential to your everyday school life; 2 sets of colored pens, 3 notebook journals with amazing paper quality, and a jacket that is an absolute eye candy.

"Still don't know what I got though." The other sighed, shifting your view on his somewhat upsetting state. Your eyes softed alongside the curve on your lips that were slowly dropping. You suddenly remembered your Christmas present that hasn't been handed out yet, already reaching to the assumption that the man beside you has you as his secret santa.

It has almost been for what you felt like an hour since you waited in a classroom that wasn't even yours, meaning everyone must have already sent and received their respective gifts including your three friends that are currently (and hopefully patiently) waiting for you outside school territory.

After thanking the man merrily, you then handed your paper bag. Jungwon only darted his gaze cluelessly to you and back to the bag.

"I'm assuming you're Yang Jungwon?" you raised a brow, forming a grin having a confident gut feeling deep inside that you might actually be his secret Santa.

Jungwon almost jumped from the desk you two were sitting on, almost grumbling you out of it.

Well, he is indeed, Yang Jungwon.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?!" His eyes twinkled when he made contact with the paper surface of the bag. His heart was pounding due to the rush of excitement overtaking his system.

"I didn't know who you were so I just kinda… kept it, until now of course." You bashfully stated, Jungwon felt a sudden shock when he heard it right that You were never familiarized with him. Considering the amount of admirers he has from your class, this was something he was sort of surprised about.

Jungwon glanced at you before darting to his goodies. Feeling the same cloth inside the bag, he pulled it out, expanded to see an oversized mocha hoodie that absolutely fit to his taste.

"So pretty.." He lets out subconsciously, his eyes drowning in absolute awe as the hoodie lays before him, causing your cheeks to heat up by the indirect compliment.

Putting the hoodie beside him, he rummages deeply in the bag knowing there was more than just the hoodie.

"Same as your gift idea, I bought something for comfort and school supplies. But those are sets of highlighters and cute notebooks I found at a stationary store… It's not much but it's what fitted in my budget so—"

"I love all of these," You raise your head, your eyes meeting the beaming Yang Jungwon. There was a sudden pang! that penetrated your chest, his smile was indescribable… way more above the word adorable.

"Thank you."

Your eyes locked onto each other, the smile forming on his eyes kept you from viewing more of the galaxy that illuminated his hues.

The same would be said in Jungwon's view. He was starstruck. Apprehended by how the sunlight could perfectly catch the best part of your face.

You were probably the last best view Jungwon had to witness before the end of this year.

"Thank you too… At Least I got something that I can use." You chuckled, placing back all of your received gifts in the paper bag, Jungwon copying your actions.

After neating yourselves, you wanted more to talk with the man, considering you two were the only ones left in the classroom, probably no more company waiting outside, and you magically got attached to him, having to understand why he's so famous amongst the entirety of the school.

As you were about to open your mouth to speak, a girl suddenly barges in the door. "Y/n!— Oh, hey Jungwon…" Hanni's tone pitched down as she saw you beside the male, completely changing her demeanor. "Sorry if I'm interrupting anything, though Y/n really needs to go like, now."

"Oh yeah uhm!— we just finished actually… opening up our gifts," Jungwon nervously blurted, "And I needed to go now too anyway… Too bad we didn't talk that much."

"Then maybe we should!" You ecstatically advised, earning a surprised beam from the male.

"Then we will… So let's hang out once classes start again." He whispered, not reaching your friend's medium.

"Would love to." You muttered, sucking your lip in an attempt to conceal a wide smile.

Jungwon only nodded in response, taking a few steps towards the door, meeting Hanni's figure. He waved her goodbye, Hanni then obligingly moved aside for Jungwon to have a space to walk out on. You only watched him disappear, slightly upset that your interaction with him didn't last long. Though he did say you two would talk again, so hopefully he sticks to his words since it has already sticked yours like glue.

As Jungwon walked past their room, Hanni then turned to look at you with a wide smile on her face, and you have completely read her mind.

"Don't ask anything." You started, sluggishly walking towards her with a visible grin plastered on your face. It was evident that your mind was filled with Jungwon, even if you were denying it.

Hanni is definitely expecting something to happen between you and Jungwon, though that's something you both should figure out yourselves.

You exit school grounds with Hanni, proceeding to meet up with the rest of your friends to spend the rest of the day with each other before Christmas break starts.

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BONUS:

Student Council Office, 2:32 PM

Treasurer, Sim Jaeyun, Secretary, Pham Hanni, Vice President, Jeon Somi, and President, Yang Jungwon all gathered in the student council office for an unexpected paperwork. It wasn't much of a hassle to do since it was only a few papers each member had to examine and sign although it still left the president clueless on why it was required to have everyone here when 2 people can still nail the job with no problem.

Besides that now, while doing their busy tasks, Hanni, who was sitting beside the president, catched her eye on the same hoodie Jungwon is wearing, noticing how he has it on almost everyday.

"Jungwon." Hanni sternly called out, Jungwon hummed in response, eyes glued to the papers though his attention paid on Hanni.

"Is that the hoodie Y/n got you a month ago before christmas break?"

"You mean Christmas party?"

"Yeah."

"Then yeah, it is."

Hanni's forehead creased, eyes squinting at the man a distance beside as he continued with his tasks. Her mind trailed off as to why he's so attached to it so much, might be because of how she overheard your warm conversation with the man while you two hung out and gushed about your presents inside Mrs. Yoon's classroom after the Christmas party.

Hanni thought it was adorable that you two got along, although… By the time classes resumed you and Jungwon had been majorly closer than before.

Eating lunch together more frequently, you had to straightforwardly excuse yourself to Yoon, Rei, and her saying you planned on eating lunch with Jungwon for like 4 executive days.

The girls didn't have a problem with the beginning of your love story arc, they think it's cute that you finally step out of your shell and hang out with someone more trustworthy as Yang Jungwon.

Though it does get pretty tiring always having no time to hang out with you anymore…

Hoisting herself back to the cluttered office, everyone quietly working and the aroma of coffee fills the whole room. Her eyes lay on the busy president once again.

"You've been wearing that for a week." Hanni recalled. Yes. He has been wearing that ever since classes resumed, having a nasty assumption about the supposedly 'neat' Yang Jungwon.

"Yes..?" Jungwon's gaze darted to the secretary, forehead creasing irritatingly due to the eerie behavior the other was giving out.

"Of course if you're wearing Y/n's gift, Y/n is wearing yours too at the same time. Literally."

Jungwon could sense the side eyes coming from their seniors in the room, glancing at their Vice president, Somi who was smirking as she signed her papers.

"We both just like the jacket, It doesn't have to mean anything—"

A phone suddenly rang aloud. Jungwon hitting the realization that it was his phone that had just made an extremely loud noise, he hoisted it in his grasp in a heartbeat, checking if his hunch of a notification was correct.

The noticeable transition of his expression from dull to a grinning mess as he saw the message caught Hanni's attention, more especially when Jungwon excused himself for a minute to fetch something in which the girl did not buy.

"Where are you going?"

"To… Y/n— Look— I just need to give them something, they're waiting outside right now so I better get going. I'll get back soon I promise!"

That is when everyone in that damn room knew that you both are definitely at the first stage of falling in love.

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