#moonbeamwritings valentine's day 2023

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a night-in with jotaro

pairing: jotaro kujo x gn!reader

wc: 824

warnings: none

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“What’re we thinkin’, handsome? Moisturizing? Vitalizing? Maybe a little pore action?” You shuffle through your collection of sheet masks, eyeing the taglines of each one. “Ooo, I also have this one that looks like a cat?”

Jotaro looks between you and the stack, hesitant. “Definitely not the cat one.”

You roll your eyes, but move the cat mask and its other animal companions off to one side. He’s no fun.

After a busy few weeks, you and Jotaro had decided to spend the evening in for Valentine’s Day, and now, with your bellies full of take-out from the place you had your first date and a movie queued up in the living room, it’s sheet mask time. Jotaro had let it slip that he’d never tried one before, and like any good significant other would, you made it your mission to introduce him.

Running a thumb over his cheek, you pout. “You already have such nice skin. It’s not fair.” For good measure, you pinch the chub of it, what little there is, and smooch his forehead. “My pretty little valentine.” Despite his little scowl, you feel the heat of his skin against your fingertips. “How about a vitalizing one? This one’s got roses on it. Very on theme.”

You hold the package out to him and he inspects it, flipping it over to read both sides. “That’s fine.”

“Want me to put it on for you?”

“Mmm, sure.”

Pushing him to sit on the closed toilet lid, you reach around to pull a little pink hair clip from the bathroom drawer. Jotaro’s pretty blue eyes slip closed as you brush stray waves from his forehead and pin them back with the clip.

“Ready?”

He hums, muttering, “As I’ll ever be.”

You tear open the mask, and spread it across his face, making sure the holes for his eyes and mouth are where they should be. “How’s that?”

“It feels like seaweed.”

Rolling your eyes, you smooth out the last wrinkle in the sheet. Deeming it perfect, you squeeze his shoulders. “Alright, handsome. Let your first face mask experience begin. And before you take it off,” you warn, poking a finger into his chest, “don’t forget to rub the leftover serum into your skin. It’s a very important step.”

He nods before fixing his gaze on the stack on the counter. “Which one are you gonna do?”

“Hmm,” you drag your fingers over the pile and a mask in a green package catches your eye. It’s a hydrating tea tree mask boasting the perfect serum for sensitive skin. Just what you need. “I think this one.”

He plucks it from between your fingers, and switches places with you before you can even blink, lowering you to sit on the toilet lid just as he had. “Lemme do it.”

Jotaro mimics your movements exactly, carefully moving the stray hair from your face before spreading the mask across your skin. He even goes the extra step to stretch the mouth hole just slightly so you have a little more room to move it. He gently smooths his thumb down the bridge of your nose, an affectionate smile tugging at his mouth. “Done.”

Twenty minutes later, and with the rom-com still playing in the living room, you and Jotaro venture back into the bathroom, ready to slide the face masks off and continue with your night.

You watch as Jotaro carefully peels the mask from his skin, discarding it before standing next to you in the mirror to work the rest of the serum into his skin, just as you’d told him to do. He finishes before you, much less meticulous than you are about it, and when he’s done, he just... stares. And it would be nerve-wracking if it was anyone else, those piercing blue eyes boring into your features, but it’s Jotaro. Jotaro whose face softens as he watches you move, whose love, though quiet, is ever-present.

“What?” You giggle, eyeing him through the mirror. “Something on my face?”

A shake of his head, a shrug of his shoulders. “You look pretty, ‘s all.”

Your cheeks heat up as you turn around to take his face into your palm. And maybe it defeats the whole purpose, doting on him and touching his face so shortly after using face masks, but you can’t help it. He softens even further, sinking into your hand with ease.

Jotaro’s hand comes up to close over your own, large fingers curling until their tips find a home against your palm. His thumb skirts over your pointer finger as he tells you, “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

“You sap,” you coo, lips curling affectionately as you watch his eyes roll at the comment. You press close to him to land a peck on the corner of his mouth. When he tilts his head closer, wordlessly asking for another kiss, you plant one right to the center of his lips. “Happy Valentine’s Day, handsome.”

#jotaro x reader #jotaro kujo x reader #jotaro imagine #jotaro kujo imagine #jjba x reader #jjba imagine #jjba fluff #jotaro fluff #moonbeamwritings valentine's day 2023

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a stargazing date with tsukishima

pairing: college!kei tsukishima x gn!reader

wc: 1.2k

warnings: none

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“Come on,” Kei grumbles as he tugs you along by your hand. “It’s freezing out and it’s getting late.”

Cutting through the park on your way back from class, you’d tried to lure Kei over to a bench, eager to catch a glimpse of the moon and stars before you finished the trek back to your apartment, where Kei would be spending the night. With Valentine’s falling during the week, you and Kei had opted to wait for the weekend to celebrate, giving you ample time to meander your way home — free of obligations. The conditions are ripe to loop Kei into doing something you want to do.

“Aww,” you coo, surging forward to pinch his cheek, “is lil’ Kei too cold? Poor baby.”

He drops your hand in a split second, eyes rolling as he uses his long legs to rush farther ahead of you. “You’re such a pain in my ass. Catch a cold for all I care.”

You pout, backpack knocking against your spine as you lengthen your strides to catch up with him. You take his hand again and grin when he puts up no resistance. “You can’t call me a pain in the ass on Valentine’s Day, Kei,” you scold, furrowing your brows. “That’s, like, against boyfriend law or something.”

Kei kisses your head. “You’re such a...” He draws out the letter as he thinks of the perfect descriptor for you, “... pest? Is that better?”

“Somehow worse.”

“Mm, you know I’m not good with words.” He waves his free hand absentmindedly, pushing his glasses up his nose. Kei moves a few feet before turning back to eye you, watching as you slow to a stop, arm stretching to the point that your fingers are barely woven through his. “You coming?”

All you have to do is jut out your bottom lip before Kei heaves a great, dramatic sigh, his shoulders rising and falling as he huffs, “Fine, but you get ten minutes. That’s it.”

You race up to kiss his cheek, smushing an excited “thank you” into his skin when you pull away.

It’s much too cold to lay back on the ground without a blanket, so instead, you lead Kei over to a bench tucked within a circle of trees. The metal of it is cold beneath your legs as you stare up at the sky overhead.

When Kei plops down beside you, he leans against the back of the bench and curls an arm around your shoulders. “You don’t want to take your backpack off?”

The bag in question is squished awkwardly between your back and the bench, leaving a slight ache in the curve of your spine and the dip of your shoulders.

“Well,” you reply, eyes gazing up at the stars, “it’s not like we’ll be here for very long.”

Your response irks Kei in a way he can’t explain. “Just take it off. You’re being dumb.”

Deciding to go along with his request (a demand, really), you shrug the backpack off and place it on the ground, right up against his. You slide along the metal until you’re hip to hip with Kei, snuggled up to his side. 

“First, a pain in the ass and now I’m dumb?” You joke, rolling your eyes as you press your cheek to his shoulder, “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you didn’t even want to be my valentine.”

A scoff sounds between you, a puff of air accompanying it. You watch as it dissipates in the darkness. Kei drops a kiss to the crown of your head. “That’s right. You do know better.”

There’s a tenderness in the curl of his arm and the way his lips linger over your hair, his soft breaths ruffling it. You feel warm despite the crisp chill in the air. “Mm, I suppose I do.”

Kei’s head tips back so he can take in the sky. The moon offers you both only a sliver of its silver light, as if giving you a tiny smile and nothing more. The stars are few and far between, blotted out by light pollution and caught behind clouds. Kei wishes it was clearer, brighter for you.

As snowflakes begin to flutter between you, drifting on the gentle breeze, you snuggle even closer, slipping your hand beneath his jacket to keep it warm. The motion, as simple as it is, stirs the question that has been stewing in the back of Kei’s mind for weeks.

He starts with a simple statement. “Yamaguchi’s moving out at the start of the summer.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Moving to his own place, I guess.” Kei continues, “He found a spot closer to  his work. It’s a better fit for after graduation.”

“What’re you gonna do?”

Kei can taste the offer on his tongue, can feel the words start to form in his mouth. The cold tip of your nose bumps against the space beneath his jaw and the words get caught. He clears his throat, trying to collect himself.

“I actually had something I wanted to ask you.”

Your head snaps down from the sky and you pull away from his side. Your head tilts in a way that reminds Kei of a confused puppy, and he hesitates. He doesn’t know why this is making him so nervous. It’s just you, after all. And he loves you.

“What is it?”

The worst thing you can say is no, Kei reminds himself. “Well, I was wondering if you’d want to move in with me.”

Kei fixes his glasses and you watch the movement with rapt attention. Your lips part and press together once, twice, before a grin breaks to the surface — all teeth and unrestrained excitement.

“Are you kidding?”

“I wouldn’t joke about this.”

You surge forward and lock your arms around Kei’s neck and squeeze. Kei’s arms loop around your back and he can’t help but squeeze too, relishing in the warm press of your body against his.

“Is this a yes?” He teases, breathing fanning over your ear.

Pushing Kei away, you hold his face in your palms, looking at him like he’s crazy for a moment before you kiss him. It’s clumsy as you grin into it, noses bumping with the force of your eagerness and jostling Kei’s glasses.

“Yes.” Another kiss to his cupid’s bow. “A million times yes.” Another to the corner of his mouth. “How could I ever refuse an opportunity to bother you every day.”

“Don’t make me rescind my offer.”

“You can’t,” you whine with a light swat at his chest. “Not on Valentine’s Day. Deals made on Valentine’s Day are legally binding, you know.”

“That’s news to me.”

You roll your eyes and kiss him again. “I’m really excited.”

Kei offers you a shy smile as his cheeks light up with something more than the bite of the cold. “Me too.” There’s a short pause, and then he adds, “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” You wait a minute and he feels the brush of your fingers against his hands. “You wanna head back?”

“Let’s stay here for a while.” His eyes flicker up to the moon and back to you. “The sky looks pretty.”

You curl up beside him again, leaching from his warmth just as you always do. “Aren’t you the one who was in a rush to head home?”

“Mm, I changed my mind.”

“Fine, but we’re making hot chocolate when we get home.”

He rubs a hand up and down your arm, pulling you closer so the length of your thigh meets his. “Sure.”

“With marshmallows?”

Kei kisses the top of your head. “Obviously.”

#moonbeamwritings valentine's day 2023 #tsukishima kei x reader #tsukishima kei imagine #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima imagine #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagine #hq x reader #hq fluff #haikyuu fluff #tsukishima fluff

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a parisian date with tendou

pairing: timeskip!satori tendou x gn!reader

wc: 1.4k

warnings: none

the poem referenced at the end is “Les Amoureux” By Madeleine De Scudéry

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“My babbbyyyy,” Satori sing-songs, arms spread wide to greet you at the airport. “My baby’s here!”

You all but slam into his chest and within seconds he’s lifting your feet from the floor, twirling you around as he presses dozens of little kisses wherever he can reach. Satori lets out a pleased sigh as he squeezes you closer, crushing you into a hug. 

“I missed you so much.”

You capture his cheeks in your palms and plant a sweet kiss on his lips. “I missed you more.”

He returns you to your feet, but doesn’t let you slip away so easily. As you start to walk towards the exit, Satori loops his arm around your shoulders, tugging you close until no space remains between you. “Nuh-uh. Not possible. I almost withered away and died without your kisses!”

“You sound like Tinker Bell,” you tease, pinching his cheek.

Satori puffs his chest out a bit as you stop to wait for your cab to pull up. “We’re the same, her and I. We understand each other.”

The two of you make idle chit-chat as you push your weight into his side, his arm curled tightly around your waist, occasionally exchanging kisses to keep Satori alive.

When the cab finally pulls up, Satori is quick to pull your suitcase from your palm and the backpack from your shoulders, carefully packing them into the back of the car. Snapping the trunk of the taxi shut, Satori grins at you eagerly. “Are you ready for a Valentine’s Day in Paris, baby?”

The Valentine’s Day festivities start with a trip to the bakery down the road. On the walk there, Satori tells you he comes nearly once a day for a coffee and to gossip with the sweet older woman who owns the place. Apparently, he started watching her cat in exchange for French lessons and now they’re a dynamic duo. 

She gushes when the bell over the door signals Satori’s arrival, reaching across the counter to smooch both his cheeks. And when she locks eyes with you, she gives you much the same treatment, excitedly rambling in French.

Unfamiliar with the language, all you can do is smile and nod as Satori responds in stride. It flows from his tongue with practiced ease, hands moving animatedly as he gestures to you and then to the display case. You catch a thank you and a chocolate croissant order somewhere in there, but that’s where your French knowledge starts and ends.

When she turns to pull the treats he ordered from the glass display case, Satori worms his arm around your waist, brimming with pride. “She said you’re very beautiful, and she’s mad that I haven’t brought you around before.”

“You talk about me?”

His grin only grows. “Of course I do! Nicolette knows everything.” He pinches your side. “Even about all the times you’ve drooled all over my pillows.”

Scandalized, you reel back. “You didn’t.”

A kiss lands on the crown of your head in an attempt to soothe you. You can feel Satori’s smile against your hair. “I’m kidding. She thinks you’re un ange — an angel.”

Your cheeks burn as he pulls away and takes the box of treats from Nicolette. You both give your thanks, and she tells Satori to bring you back in before you leave. With a promise that he will, you set off to eat your pastries in the park.

Bellies full to bursting with fresh pastries and with sunshine warming your cheeks, Satori brings you to what he calls hidden gems. The streets bustle with life as he brings you first to a bookstore with old wooden floors and a creaky staircase that leads to shelves of vintage books that stretch far above your heads. 

Satori plucks a thin book with a red spine and gold lettering from the shelf and smiles. Long, lithe fingers flick through the different pages, his eyes scanning over the letters. In the silence, you crowd his space, peering over the top of the book to catch a peek at the yellowing pages. 

When his eyes meet yours, he taps the tip of your nose. “They’re love poems.”

“Since when are you a poetry kinda guy?”

He tucks the book under his arm and takes your hand. “Mm,” Satori fixes you with a gaze you can only describe as sweet before he leans in to kiss you. “I’m feeling inspired.”

The next “hidden gem” is a tacky, over-the-top souvenir shop close to the heart of the city. It’s jam-packed with tourists, all standing shoulder to shoulder as they peruse the Eiffel Tower-shaped hat options and the gaudy shirts with Paris plastered across the front with an Eiffel Tower as the “A”.

“This is a hidden gem?” You ask, cringing at the neon pink lettering of the shirt in front of you.

“Maybe not hidden,” Satori corrects, plopping one of the hats on your head, “but definitely a gem.”

The moment you’re able to, he crams you into the photo booth in the far corner, taking a little photo with a poorly designed Parisian border, one decorated with baguettes and berets and bright red hearts. In it, he’s squishing your cheeks in his palm to give you a fish face and pushing his nose into your cheek, lips puckered.

You leave that store with a keychain that proudly displays the new photo and a design that reads, “the city of love” plastered in sparkly black font below it.

Satori’s tour of Paris continues with a brief stop at his work for chocolate. There, a photo of the two of you together is pinned on the family cork board behind the counter. And as Satori puts his order in, his co-workers threaten to steal you away from him, friendly affection for your boyfriend glimmering in their smiles and hidden in their jokes.

Next, he brings you to a quiet rose garden tucked away from the hustle and bustle; a spot where you spend a quiet moment, munching on delicious chocolates and taking a break from the onslaught of tourists.

“Act natural.”

“What?”

With the dull snap of a stem, Satori tucks a soft pink, and thankfully thornless, garden rose behind your ear. Once it’s perched in its new spot, he presses a kiss to the shell of your ear before whispering, “You’re really not supposed to pick the flowers.” He pushes a stray hair away from your face, jostling the rose a bit as he does. “But I think they can make a Valentine’s exception, don’tcha think?”

After a long day filled with food and little shops and the warmth of Satori’s hand in your own, the whirlwind tour of his new home city comes to an end at the base of the Eiffel Tower at ten o’clock at night. Tourists and locals alike still meander about, sharing kisses beneath the twinkling landmark, but the cool night air has quieted the sidewalks, giving you a moment of peace. 

The moon sits high and bright in the sky, as you curl up between Satori’s legs, his chin hooked over your shoulder as he reads from the love poems book resting in your lap. Love settles and blooms between your ribs as beams of moonlight decorate the pages and kiss Satori’s fingers where they curl around the book. Your hand moves on its own, coming up to circle his wrist, rubbing a soothing thumb into his skin.

Satori’s voice travels on the breeze, the French rolling from his tongue in soft lilts — a poetry reading just for you. “... Les indifférents n'ont qu'une âme; Mais lorsqu'on aime, on en a deux.”

The concluding line is punctuated with a beat of silence and a kiss to the plush of your cheek.

“What does it mean?” You ask quietly, as if speaking any louder will shatter the moment.

He rereads the poem, kissing your temple every few lines. “... The indifferent have but one soul,” he translates, “but when you love, you have two.”

You nuzzle your cheek into his before turning in his arms, capturing his jaw in your palm and leaning in for a kiss. It feels like a promise, a press of your lips with a sense of finality. At that moment, you decide you never want to do this with anyone else.

“I love you,” you tell him the moment you part.

He regards you with honeyed affection, snuggling close to peck your nose and then your cheek before finally meeting your lips again. As the light of the Eiffel Tower casts his face in pretty, amber shadows, he assures you, “I love you more.”

#moonbeamwritings valentine's day 2023 #tendou x reader #tendou imagine #satori tendou x reader #satori tendou imagine #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagine #hq x reader #hq imagine #tendou fluff #haikyuu fluff

[moonbeamwritings]

a failed date with denki

pairing: pro-hero!denki kaminari x gn!reader (same universe as the friendship bracelet bombshell)

wc: 797

warnings: brief description of blood/hospital visits

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You nervously tap your foot against the tile floor, eyeing the clock on the microwave — 6:00 PM.

Denki should’ve been here to pick you up by now. You’d made plans to go to this new Thai restaurant down the street after Denki’s patrol, but with no word from him since this afternoon, your brows crease in worry. It wasn’t like him to miss a date, let alone your first Valentine’s Day together.

Biting at the tip of your thumb, you type Denki’s number in and wait. You don’t really want to bother him if he got held up at work, but you don’t know what else to do. It takes four rings before the call finally connects, and when it does, all you hear on the other end is huffing and the distant sound of yelling and explosions.

“Hi, sweets!” Denki chirps suddenly, though his voice is audibly labored. Footsteps slap against pavement, and then the sharp, piercing sound of electric volts crackles through the air, so loud you have to hold the phone away from your ear. “‘M really sorry. I was on my way to your place when I bumped into a villain, and now, well-”

A grunt sounds before you hear the clatter of the phone.

“Denki? Denki, are you alright?”

Denki’s voice races as he picks up his phone again. “‘M good. I’ll be at your place ASAP. Love you, baby!”

The call comes to an end with a hurried click, and your apartment falls silent again. Anxiety prickles beneath your skin as you realize all you can do is wait.

It’s another hour before a hard knock lands on your door, making you jump in your spot on the couch. You scramble, practically tripping over yourself to yank it open.

The first thing you notice is Denki’s nose — swollen and oozing blood. As the blood creeps down towards his mouth, you find that his lip is slightly swollen too, and busted on the lower left side. His clothes are rumpled and dirtied, the front of his stark white t-shirt decorated in the maroon shades of drying blood and dark smudges of ash.

He’s a complete disaster.

Despite the cut in his lip, his mouth pulls into a sheepish smile as he holds a bouquet of deep red roses in your direction. Their petals are squished and stems bent at odd angles, but your heart warms all the same. “Happy Valentine’s Day, babe.”

Your bottom lip juts out and you can’t help but coo at him, “Oh, Denki, sweetheart.”

He fishes through a pocket on the inside of his coat and procures what remains of a heart-shaped cookie, decorated with bright pink frosting and wrapped in plastic. It’s crushed to near bits, clearly another victim of his earlier scuffle.

Denki places the treat into your palm, but before you can say anything, he’s pulling something out of his other pocket. This time, it’s a friendship bracelet, red and pink string carefully knotted to make a cute heart pattern. He drapes it over the cookie package and smiles at you, pleased with himself.

Eyes starting to mist, and with a million words caught in your throat, all you can do is stare, affection threatening to swallow you whole. “When did you-”

“I followed a ton of videos online. You’re looking at attempt number six — my finest work.”

You cup his face in your free hand, and pull him close, planting a featherlight kiss on his cheek. “It’s perfect.” His hand curls, warm and tender, around your hip. “Thank you.”

Denki leans into your touch and lets his eyes slip closed for a moment. When they open again, his gaze is honeyed, his tone soft. “I love you. I’m sorry I’m late for date night.”

“I’m just glad you made it home safe.” You press a smile into the curve of his cheek before kissing him again. “I love you, too. Now, why don’t we go get you cleaned up, huh?”

You gently place the flowers on your countertop before sending Denki off down the hall with the promise you’d join him once you grabbed some Tylenol.

Just as you find the bottle, left forgotten on your bedside table, Denki calls to you from the bathroom, concern evident in his tone. “Umm, babe?”

Moving to stand in the doorway, you fix him with a piercing gaze, hand ghosting over his back. “What is it?”

He pouts, watching as blood continues to drip from his nostrils. “I think my nose is broken.”

And, sure, maybe spending your evening in the ER wasn’t exactly how you pictured your Valentine’s Day going, but as Denki securely ties your new bracelet around your wrist, leaning close to rest his head on your shoulder, you don’t mind one bit.

#denki x reader #denki imagine #denki kaminari x reader #denki kaminari imagine #mha x reader #bnha x reader #bnha imagine #mha imagine #denki fluff #bnha fluff #moonbeamwritings valentine's day 2023

[moonbeamwritings]

valentine’s day. a day meant to spread love and enjoy time with those you cherish, and what better way to do that than to go on a date? whether it be a cozy night in or a night out on the town, you can’t go wrong with these valentine’s plans! (all works are sfw)

01. a night-in with jotaro (wc: 824) — established relationship; date nights don’t always need to be extravagant or thoroughly-planned. sometimes all you need is your pretty, marine biologist boyfriend and a couple of face masks.

02. a failed date with denki (wc: 797) — established relationship, pro-hero!denki; it’s your first valentine’s day with denki, and he’s nowhere to be found. did he stand you up? did something happen during his patrol? you decide to give him a call to find out.

03. a dinner date with gojo (wc: 1.6k) — first date/new relationship; a week before valentine’s day, gojo invites you out to a fancy restaurant in tokyo. and when the date finally comes, you can’t help but feel a little out of place and more than a little flustered.

04. a parisian date with tendou (wc: 1.4k) — established relationship, timeskip!tendou; there’s no better time to visit your long-distance boyfriend than the week of valentine’s day. his new home city of paris, the famed city of love, just happens to be an added bonus. 

05. stargazing date with tsukishima (wc: 1.2k) — established relationship, college!tsukki; a walk through the park after a late class results in an impromptu date with your boyfriend tsukishima. with cold air nipping your nose and snowflakes fluttering through the air, tsukishima makes an unexpected offer.

06. ice skating date with bakugou (wc: 910) — established relationship, pro-hero!bakugou; bakugou isn’t someone you consider to be particularly graceful, and he hates the cold. so why did he think an ice skating date would be a good idea?

#moonbeamwritings valentine's day 2023 #moonbeamwritings masterlist #jjba x reader #mha x reader #jjk x reader #ill update this with wc and links when everything gets finished/posted #and ill probably start posting fics next week/next weekend??