Y/N sat at the kitchen table, nervously tapping his fingers against his little handwritten schedule for Valentine's Day. His shy nature made planning for multiple people overwhelming, but he wanted to make sure all of his girlfriends felt special. He glanced over his list again, making sure he had it all organized

He exhaled softly, a little anxious but determined to make it all go smoothly. He adjusted the small gifts he had prepared for each of them—little things he knew would mean something personal. Loona's favorite alcoholic beverage, a custom perfume for Verosika, a locket for Barbie Wire, a handmade wooden carving for Sallie May, a sweater for Bee, a designer scarf for Glitz & Glam, and, of course, a stargazing date planned with Octavia to finish the night.

His gaze shifted toward the living room, where Octavia was gently rocking Orion in her arms, humming softly as she put him down for his nap. The baby cooed sleepily, his tiny fingers gripping the fabric of her shirt before finally settling in. Octavia smiled as she kissed his forehead and carefully laid him in his crib.

Y/N watched her for a moment, his heart swelling with warmth. No matter how much he cared for the other girls, nothing compared to how he felt about his wife and their son. He knew that, no matter how busy the day got, ending it with Octavia was what he looked forward to the most.

As she quietly stepped away from Orion's crib, Octavia turned to Y/N, raising an eyebrow when she saw his nervous expression.

Octavia: (smirking) "You look like you're planning a war strategy over there."

Y/N: (shy, rubbing the back of his neck) "I-I just... want to make sure I do everything right. It's a lot to plan."

Octavia chuckled softly and walked over, wrapping her arms around his shoulders from behind, resting her chin on his head.

Octavia: (teasingly) "You worry too much, sweetheart. They'll love whatever you do. And if they don't, well... tough luck, 'cause I'm getting you at the end of the day."

Y/N blushed slightly but leaned into her touch, feeling a little more at ease. He reached up, lacing his fingers with hers.

Y/N: (softly) "Yeah... I guess I'm just nervous."

Octavia: (smiling) "You've got this. Now, go make your girls feel special. But don't forget—I get you last."

Y/N nodded, standing up and taking a deep breath. Today was going to be a long, busy day, but he was ready to make it a perfect Valentine's for everyone—especially for Octavia.

———

Y/N adjusted his jacket as he walked up to the theater entrance, glancing around nervously until he spotted Loona standing near the ticket booth, scrolling through her phone. She looked up when she saw him, smirking slightly.

Loona: (grinning) "Took you long enough, chain boy."

Y/N: (shy, rubbing his neck) "S-Sorry... I just wanted to make sure everything was set for the day."

Loona rolled her eyes but nudged him playfully before handing him his ticket.

Loona: (teasingly) "Well, I guess I'll let it slide since you're taking me to see Kevin Can Scream. I've been dying to watch this."

Y/N nodded, though he wasn't sure what to expect from the movie. The description alone sounded insane—like someone mashed together a sitcom and a horror film and just let whatever the hell happen.

Y/N: What's it about?

Loona showed him the plot and pictures on her phone.

Loona: Here, basically Kevin McRoberts (Glenn Howerton), an insufferable, narcissistic man-child, has spent years coasting through life, treating his wife, son, and friends like props in his own sitcom. But when his long-abused neighbor, Max Henker Huntington (Wyatt Russell), finally snaps, Kevin and his clueless crew find themselves trapped in a nightmarish horror movie—one where the punchlines kill.

Y/N: Ah...it sounds...I'm not sure...but fun fact. Henker is German for executioner.

Y/N and Loona walked in the theater, got popcorn and drinks. Before going to get their seats.

The movie started off exactly like a standard sitcom—cheesy laugh track, bright colors, and over-the-top acting. Kevin McRoberts (Glenn Howerton) strutted into the kitchen, cracking dumb jokes while his long-suffering wife Allison (Mary Elizabeth Winstead) forced a fake smile. Their teenage son, Mike, was the only sane one in the house, looking as if he wished for death every time his father spoke.

The logos soon started.

A24 – The classic, minimalistic A24 logo fades in. No eerie music—just the usual sleek animation.

SpectreVision – The distorted, VHS-style SpectreVision logo glitches slightly, hinting at the film's tonal shift.

RLJE Films – The logo plays as normal.

XYZ Films – Their logo appears with a slight audio distortion, almost like a laugh track being cut off mid-laugh.

Then—hard cut to bright, upbeat sitcom music.

The film opens in a brightly lit, multi-camera sitcom style, complete with a laugh track. Kevin (a loud, obnoxious, overgrown frat boy) walks in, He wears a slightly wrinkled button-up and slacks—his "work clothes," though he barely does any actual work.)

KEVIN: (grinning) "Honey, I'm home!"

(Audience laugh track erupts as KEVIN tosses his keys onto a nearby table and dramatically spreads his arms like he just won the lottery.)

(ALLISON MCRoberts (Mary Elizabeth Winstead) stands at the kitchen counter, pouring herself a large glass of wine. She barely looks up.)

ALLISON: (flatly, unimpressed) "Oh, joy."

(More laughter from the nonexistent audience.)

(From the couch, NEIL (Sam Richardson) and NICK (Charlie Day) sit watching TV, beers in hand. Neil is halfway through a slice of pizza, while Nick is playing with the TV remote like a child who just discovered buttons exist.)

NEIL: (grinning) "Big Kev! What's got you cheesin' like that? Somebody finally recognize you as Employee of the Month?"

(Audience laughter. KEVIN dramatically waves a set of keys in the air.)

KEVIN: *"Boys, it's finally happening! My dream, my sanctuary, my happy place—THE KEV CAVE—is officially complete!"

(CUE CHEESY SITCOM MUSIC STING. More laughter.)

(NEIL and NICK exchange excited looks. ALLISON rolls her eyes and takes a long sip of her wine.)

NICK: (mock dramatic gasp) "Wait, wait, wait. You mean... you finally got the basement?"

(Kevin dramatically nods. The audience cheers like this is a major life accomplishment.)

KEVIN: "That's right! After months of negotiations with Her Royal Highness—" (gestures to Allison) "—I finally convinced my loving, supportive wife to let me have my own space."

(ALLISON scoffs, crossing her arms.)

ALLISON: "Negotiations? Kevin, I said 'I don't care, do whatever you want.' That's not a negotiation."

(Audience laughter.)

KEVIN: (ignoring her, giddy) "And it's PERFECT. 85-inch flat-screen TV, surround sound, fully stocked mini-fridge, foosball table—"

(Nick whistles in approval, nudging Neil.)

NICK: "Foosball? You're living like a king, man."

(More audience laughter. KEVIN starts miming foosball moves in excitement, making ridiculous sound effects as he "plays.")

KEVIN: "Oh, you know it, baby! And best of all? It's a strict No Wives Allowed zone."

(Audience "Ooooooh!" reaction. ALLISON rolls her eyes so hard she practically falls backward.)

ALLISON: (dryly) "Wow. My loss."

(More laughter. KEVIN claps his hands together, grinning ear to ear.)

KEVIN: "Neil, Nick, you gotta come see it! We're gonna break this place in RIGHT. Pizza, beers, foosball, and a Kevin Can Laugh marathon. It's gonna be legendary!"

(Audience cheers. NEIL and NICK immediately jump up, excited.)

NEIL: "Dude, hell yes! You got the good beer, right?"

KEVIN: (grinning) "I got beer so good it'll make you forget your own name."

(Audience laughter as NEIL and NICK fist-bump KEVIN. Meanwhile, MAX HUNTINGTON (Wyatt Russell), the quiet neighbor, walks past the open front door, barely noticed by anyone inside.)

(For a brief moment, he pauses, staring in at the scene—his expression unreadable. The laugh track doesn't play for him.)

(Then, just as quickly, he walks off, disappearing into the night.)

(Kevin doesn't even register Max's presence. He's too busy hyping up his "Kev Cave.")

KEVIN: "Alright, boys! Grab some beers and let's go christen the Kev Cave!"

(More cheers. Kevin excitedly leads Neil and Nick toward the basement door. But just before he opens it—)

(—The screen glitches violently. The bright sitcom lighting flickers for half a second, almost like an old VHS tape warping. A faint, distorted laugh track plays, but something about it feels... wrong. And then—)

(—Snap! The scene is back to normal. Kevin swings the door open, leading the guys down. Allison shakes her head, sipping her wine as the audience laughs one last time before the scene fades to black.)

Y/N: This...I don't know...

The movie continued

Kevin (a loud, obnoxious, overgrown frat boy) is preparing for his annual "Anniversa-rager" party, much to the dismay of his wife, Allison, who had hoped for something more intimate. Their 15-year-old son, Mike, the only sane person in the family, watches in quiet exasperation.

Kevin's best friend Neil (a borderline alcoholic enabler), Neil's sister Patty (a no-nonsense black lesbian with a sharp wit), Patty's girlfriend, and their funny neighbor Nick (who always has a dumb joke) all gather at a bar. There, Allison reconnects with Matt, her ex-boyfriend—the one she regrets leaving for Kevin.

In the background, we occasionally catch glimpses of Max Huntington, their quiet, reclusive neighbor. He's always been the butt of Kevin's jokes, the subject of cruel pranks and dismissive mockery. But something about him seems... different tonight.

Max is in the middle of a job interview with a really attractive woman, till Kevin and the others ruin it. Max is me y sitting there, one eye twitching and one side of his mouth twitching

Act 2: The Horror Begins

Kevin and the gang are invited to Max's workplace—a spinach canning factory—for an "afterparty." Kevin, being the reckless idiot he is, accepts the invitation without a second thought. One by one, they black out, waking up inside the eerie, rust-covered factory. The tone of the film abruptly shifts—no more laugh track, no soft lighting, no quirky musical cues. Just cold, industrial silence.

Max is no longer the quiet, awkward neighbor. He's The Massachusetts Gutter—a local urban legend, a masked serial killer who has been carving his way through the city for years. The man they all dismissed as "weird" has been hiding a horrifying secret, and now, he's ready to teach them all a lesson in suffering.

Each character is subjected to a brutal, ironic death trap:

Neil is strapped into a beer keg that slowly fills with acid, forcing him to "chug or drown."

Nick is stuck in a giant, industrial canning machine, where he's told to deliver a joke that actually makes Max laugh—he fails.

Patty and her girlfriend are given knives and forced to fight to the death

Kevin's father, Pete, gets his own trap, because like father, like son.

Meanwhile, Kevin, the ultimate coward, is sobbing and begging for his life.

Y/N yelped nervously watching the violence. Loona hugged his arm and kissed him on the forehead. She held him close to her.

Act 3: The Final Showdown

Amidst the carnage, Allison, Matt, and Mike attempt to escape, realizing Max has been planning this for years, and finally decided to act tonight. Matt, the only other remotely decent person in the group, takes charge, helping them navigate the factory's deadly maze.

In a climactic final confrontation, Max corners Kevin, strapping him to a conveyor belt. With Kevin screaming, crying, and trying to crack a joke to "lighten the mood," Max tilts his head and mutters:

"You never were funny."

Kevin gets the most gruesome death of all.

It involved stabbing, liquid nitrogen, beating with a pipe, a buzzsaw, an ice pic, then shoved onto a conveyor belt and pulled into machinery.

Allison, Matt, and Mike are then chased down by Max. He corners them till Mike unintentionally makes a joke, causing Max to go into fits of laughter. The three barely escape, covered in blood but alive. As the police arrive, they find no trace of Max—only the bodies.

As the lights came back on, Loona stretched, looking very pleased with herself.

Loona: (grinning) "Best Valentine's movie ever. Don't even try to argue."

Y/N, still trying to process everything, just nodded slowly.

Y/N: (softly) "Y-Yeah... I think I need a minute..."

Loona just laughed, ruffling his hair as they walked out of the theater. It was definitely not the romantic date most people would have chosen for Valentine's Day... but for Loona? It was perfect.

As they walked out of the theater, Loona smirked at Y/N, who still looked like he was processing what he just watched. His fingers fidgeted slightly, his shy demeanor making it clear he wasn't used to this kind of date.

Loona: (grinning, nudging him playfully) "What, too intense for you, big guy? Thought you could handle a little horror movie."

Y/N: (muttering, still a little stunned) "That was not a little horror movie..."

Loona: (mockingly dramatic) "Oh nooo, was it too scary for you? Do you need me to hold your hand next time, babe?"

Y/N turned red and quickly looked away, rubbing the back of his neck.

Y/N: (softly, shy) "Yes please...I-I was scared... and... surprised."

Loona chuckled, leaning in close with a teasing grin.

Loona: (smirking) "Sure, sure. Next time, maybe we'll watch something more 'your speed.' Like... Care Bears: The Movie or some Disney flick."

Y/N wined, his face growing even redder. He hesitated for a moment before awkwardly reaching into his pocket, pulling out a small box wrapped in dark red paper.

Y/N: (quietly, still looking away) "Um... I got you something."

Loona's teasing stopped for a second as she blinked, surprised. She hadn't expected him to get flustered and give her a gift at the same time. Smirking again, but softer this time, she took the box and tore off the paper, revealing a six pack of her favorite alcoholic beverage, and a custom-made silver bracelet. It had a little wolf charm attached, and when she looked closer, she saw that on the inside, Y/N had engraved a small message:

"To Loona – So you always have someone looking out for you."

Loona stared at it for a moment, uncharacteristically silent. Then she rolled her eyes, but there was no real annoyance behind it—just a warm, fond expression as she slipped the bracelet onto her wrist.

Loona: (grinning, voice softer than usual) "Ugh, you're such a sap. This is cute though... thanks, dork."

She then reached into her bag and pulled out a small, wrapped item of her own before shoving it into his hands.

Loona: (gruffly, looking away) "Here. I got you something too. Not a big deal or anything, just take it."

Y/N carefully unwrapped the gift, revealing a brand-new leather-bound journal with his initials engraved on the front. Inside, there was a small note written in Loona's scratchy but surprisingly neat handwriting:

"Figured you could use this for whatever's in that overthinking brain of yours. Happy Valentine's, nerd."

Y/N's eyes widened slightly, touched by the gift. He ran his fingers over the cover before looking up at her, his voice quiet but sincere.

Y/N: (softly) "Loona... this is really nice. Thank you."

Loona shrugged like it was nothing, but her tail swished slightly behind her, betraying how pleased she was.

Loona: (grinning, arms crossed) "Yeah, yeah. Just don't get all mushy on me. Now, c'mon, let's get outta here before the next wave of dumbasses floods the theater."

———

After parting ways with Loona, Y/N made his way to the upscale spa where he was meeting Verosika. The place was luxurious, even by Hell's standards, with soft ambient lighting, calming music, and the faint scent of lavender and warm vanilla filling the air. He hesitated slightly at the entrance, still adjusting to the idea of being in a spa, but he shook off his nerves and stepped inside.

As he walked through the lobby, he spotted Verosika lounging on one of the plush waiting chairs.

The second she noticed Y/N approaching, she smirked and put her phone away, standing up with a sway of her hips.

Verosika: (grinning, eyes glinting playfully) "Took you long enough, babe. I was starting to think you ditched me."

Y/N: (shy, rubbing the back of his neck) "S-Sorry... I, uh, had to make sure everything was on schedule..."

Verosika stepped closer, trailing a perfectly manicured finger along his chest, teasing him as she leaned in.

Verosika: (smirking, sultry) "So responsible~. But you know, this is your spa day too. You do know how to relax, right?"

Y/N's face turned red, and he quickly looked away, fidgeting nervously. He wasn't used to this kind of attention, and Verosika knew it. She laughed softly at his reaction, giving his cheek a playful tap before grabbing his hand.

Verosika: (grinning) "C'mon, babe, let's get started. I booked us the full package. We're talking massages, sauna, mud baths—hell, maybe even a little couples' hot tub time~."

Y/N swallowed hard, his nerves spiking at that last part, but he nodded, letting her lead him further inside.

Y/N followed Verosika deeper into the spa, the calming atmosphere doing little to settle his nerves—especially with the way Verosika kept glancing back at him with that knowing smirk. The receptionist greeted them warmly and led them toward the changing rooms.

Receptionist: (cheerfully) "You two are all set for the full relaxation package! Massages, facials, sauna, mud bath, and of course, access to the private hot spring at the end."

Y/N nodded shyly, feeling a little out of place, while Verosika grinned like she was meant to be here.

Verosika: (flipping her hair back) "See, babe? Told you I'd show you a good time today."

Once they changed into robes—well, Y/N changed into a robe; Verosika just tied hers loosely, letting it hang open just enough to tease him—they were led to the first part of their spa experience: the massage room.

Massage
Y/N laid face-down on the table, trying not to be tense as the masseuse worked on his back. Meanwhile, Verosika, on the table beside him, was already sighing contentedly, fully enjoying the experience.

Verosika: (grinning, glancing over at him) "You're so stiff, babe. Relax a little."

Y/N: (muffled into the table, nervous) "I-I'm trying..."

The moment the masseuse pressed into a particularly tense spot, Y/N let out a small, startled noise, which only made Verosika giggle.

Verosika: (teasing) "Aw, was that a little whimper? You are enjoying this, huh?"

Y/N's face burned as he buried it further into the table, much to Verosika's amusement.

Next came the mud bath, where they were submerged in warm, mineral-rich mud meant to detoxify the skin. Y/N sat there stiffly, still getting used to the feeling, while Verosika leaned back, fully relaxed, her arms resting on the edges of the bath.

Verosika: (smirking at Y/N's awkwardness) "You look adorable when you're uncomfortable, you know that?"

Y/N: (grumbling, trying to relax) "This just... feels weird."

Verosika suddenly reached over and smeared a bit of mud onto his nose, making him jolt slightly.

Verosika: (laughing) "Now you really look cute."

Y/N sighed in defeat, deciding it was easier to just let her have her fun.

Sitting in the sauna, wrapped in towels, the heat was starting to make Y/N actually relax. His muscles felt looser, and for the first time today, he wasn't overwhelmed by his own nervousness. Verosika, sitting beside him, stretched lazily, her toned stomach visible as she let out a pleased sigh.

Verosika: (grinning, watching Y/N out of the corner of her eye) "Now this is what I call a perfect Valentine's date. Hot steam, no distractions... just the two of us~."

Y/N, already warm from the sauna, felt his face grow even hotter at her words. He shifted slightly, unsure how to respond. Verosika smirked at his reaction, clearly enjoying how easy he was to fluster.

Verosika sat closer.

Verosika: "You look a little stressed. Let me fix that~."

Y/N: "How so?"

She then got on her knees.

Y/N: "Oh..."

Finally, they made it to the private hot spring—a beautiful, secluded area filled with warm, bubbling water. Y/N sat in the water, his nerves settling now that he was finally getting used to everything. Verosika, of course, was right next to him, arms resting on the edge of the spring as she leaned in closer.

Verosika: (softly, watching him with interest) "You know... you don't always have to be so nervous around me, babe."

Y/N: (shy, fidgeting slightly) "I-I know... I just..."

Verosika chuckled, reaching out to brush a bit of his wet hair from his face.

Verosika: (smirking, but gentle) "You're cute when you get all shy. But I like this too. Just you and me, enjoying the moment."

Y/N looked at her, his heart skipping a beat at her words. For all her teasing, there was genuine warmth in her tone. He nodded softly, finally allowing himself to relax.

Verosika: "You

After drying off and changing back into their regular clothes, Y/N reached into his bag and shyly handed Verosika a small, wrapped gift.

Y/N: (softly, avoiding eye contact) "Um... I-I got you something."

Verosika raised an eyebrow but smirked as she unwrapped it, revealing a high-end perfume bottle with her name engraved on it. She blinked in surprise before looking back at him, genuinely touched.

Verosika: (grinning, but softer than usual) "Damn, babe... you really pay attention, huh?"

She then reached into her own bag and handed him a small, wrapped package.

Verosika: (smirking) "Your turn, handsome."

Y/N carefully unwrapped it, revealing a sleek, high-quality leather jacket in his size. He ran his fingers over it, realizing it was exactly his style.

Y/N: (softly, eyes widening) "H-How did you...?"

Verosika: (grinning, flicking his forehead playfully) "Babe, you're not the only one who notices things. Happy Valentine's Day, Y/N."

Y/N blushed but smiled shyly, hugging the jacket close. As much as she flustered him, he really did appreciate her.

Verosika took Y/N by the hand, leading him down a private hallway within the spa. The lighting was dim, the air thick with the scent of incense and exotic perfumes. Y/N's heart pounded as he followed, his nerves spiking as he realized Verosika had something else planned for him.

Y/N: (shy, fidgeting) "W-Where are we going...?"

Verosika: (grinning, looking back at him) "Somewhere special. You didn't think I was done with you yet, did you, babe?"

She pushed open a door, revealing a beautifully decorated private lounge. The room was adorned with silk curtains, plush cushions, and a soft glow from flickering candles. In the center, a low table held an assortment of chocolates and a bottle of expensive demon wine. But what caught Y/N's attention the most was the small raised platform draped in sheer fabrics—like a private stage.

Before Y/N could ask anything, Verosika stepped away, giving him a teasing look before disappearing behind a curtain. He swallowed hard, standing there awkwardly, unsure of what to expect. Moments later, she stepped back out... wearing a breathtaking belly dancer outfit.

The outfit was designed to tempt—deep crimson fabric, gold accents that shimmered in the low light, and sheer veils that only added to the allure. The jingling of gold chains and jewelry accompanied her slow, deliberate movements as she walked toward him.

Verosika: (smirking, voice sultry) "You've been such a good boy today, Y/N... I think you deserve a little reward~."

Y/N's face turned a deep shade of red as Verosika swayed her hips, stepping onto the small stage. The moment the music started—something slow, sensual, with a hypnotic rhythm—she began to dance.

Her body moved like liquid, each motion deliberate and teasing, her eyes locked onto Y/N's the entire time. She twirled, the sheer fabric of her veils brushing against his skin as she got closer, her hips rolling in a way that made Y/N's breath hitch. His fingers curled into his lap, trying so hard not to fall apart just from watching her.

Verosika smirked at his reaction, reveling in the way he was completely mesmerized by her. She moved closer, her hands trailing over his shoulders before she straddled his lap, rolling her hips slowly against him.

Verosika: (whispering against his ear) "You're so damn cute when you're flustered... but you don't have to be shy with me, babe."

Y/N's breath hitched as she pressed a kiss to his neck, her hands sliding down his chest. His whole body tensed, but he couldn't deny how much he wanted this—wanted her. Slowly, his hands hesitantly found her waist, gripping lightly as she continued to move against him.

The teasing continued until the music faded, and by then, Y/N was completely under her spell. Verosika leaned in, pressing her forehead against his, her lips barely brushing his.

Verosika: (husky, whispering) "Let me take care of you, Y/N..."

What happened next needed no words.

Two hours later, as they lay tangled together in silk sheets, Verosika traced lazy patterns on Y/N's chest, a satisfied smirk on her lips. Y/N, still flushed and breathless, held her close, his shyness momentarily replaced by contentment.

Verosika: (soft chuckle) "Happy Valentine's Day, babe."

Y/N, feeling the warmth of her body against his, managed a small, shy smile before pressing a kiss to her forehead.

Y/N: (softly, genuinely happy) "Happy Valentine's Day, Verosika..."

———

After his intense time with Verosika, Y/N took a moment to collect himself before heading to his next Valentine's date. The club was one of the most exclusive in Hell, and as he stepped inside, the flashing lights, pounding bass, and the sultry atmosphere immediately overwhelmed his senses. He fidgeted slightly, adjusting his jacket as he looked around.

A bouncer at the entrance spotted him and smirked, recognizing his name. Without a word, they gestured for him to follow, leading him through the crowded floor, past velvet ropes, and into a private VIP section. The noise of the main club dimmed slightly as he was taken down a hallway with glowing neon signs before stopping in front of a luxurious door.

Bouncer: (grinning) "They're waitin' for ya, lover boy."

Y/N gulped, nodding as the door was pushed open. The room was dimly lit, decorated in gold and deep red, with a plush seating area facing a small stage. The air smelled of expensive perfume and alcohol. He barely had time to process what was happening before the lights dimmed, and the soft jingle of heels clicking against the stage filled the air.

Then, the music started—a slow, sensual beat that sent a shiver down his spine.

The curtains parted, and there they were—Glitz and Glam, standing in the spotlight in bunny suits as music started to play

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The tight, form-fitting outfits hugged their curves perfectly, adorned with fluffy white tails, fishnet stockings, and sleek bow ties. Their long ears twitched playfully as they grinned down at Y/N, both striking a pose with knowing smirks.

Glitz: (purring as they step forward) "Well, well, well... look who finally showed up~."

Glam: (giggling, tilting her head) "You kept us waiting, sweetheart. We were starting to think you weren't gonna come."

Y/N, already flustered beyond belief, shifted in his seat, face burning.

Y/N: (shy, stumbling over his words) "I-I... I was just... I mean, I had—"

Glitz: (teasing, placing a finger to her lips) "Shhh, no excuses, babe. Just sit back... and enjoy the show~."

The music swelled, and then they moved.

Their dance was hypnotic—sultry and teasing, every movement deliberate as they swayed and twirled across the stage. They played off each other perfectly, bodies syncing with the beat as they prowled toward him, their gazes locked onto him like predators to prey. Every step, every hip roll, every teasing glance was meant to unravel him.

Glitz leaned in first, trailing her fingers along Y/N's jaw before pulling away with a sly grin. Glam followed, twirling and dropping low, letting her hands drag along his knees before standing back up with a wink.

Glam: (sing-song, teasing) "You're so cute when you get all shy~."

Y/N swallowed hard, his hands gripping the edge of his seat as they continued, each movement making it harder for him to think clearly. His brain was screaming at him to do something, but all he could do was sit there, paralyzed by their overwhelming presence.

As the dance neared its climax, Glitz straddled his lap playfully, while Glam leaned over from behind, whispering against his ear.

Glam: (soft and teasing) "Did you like our little surprise, handsome?"

Y/N, barely able to function, nodded weakly.

Y/N: (quiet, overwhelmed) "Y-Yeah..."

Glitz giggled, pressing a light kiss to his cheek before slipping off his lap gracefully.

Glitz: (smirking) "Good... 'cause we're not quite done with you yet."

Glam twirled and plopped onto the seat beside him, while Glitz curled up on his other side, effectively trapping him between them.

Glitz: (grinning) "Now... how about we really make this Valentine's special?"

Y/N's face burned as they leaned in closer, their perfume intoxicating, their warmth pressing against him. His brain barely had time to process what was happening.

Glitz and Glam looked at each other and smirked.

Y/N knew that look.

They slid out of their bunny suits, revealing their naked bodies in all their glory.

Glitz's eyes sparkled with mischief as she struck a pose, her hands on her hips

Glam followed suit, her gaze locked onto Y/N's as she ran her hands through her hair, the movement causing her breasts to jiggle enticingly.

The air was thick with tension as they moved closer to Y/N, their naked bodies inches from his. Glitz reached out and started to undo Y/N's jacket, her fingers brushing against his chest as she worked. Glam joined in, her hands sliding down Y/N's arms, sending shivers down his spine.

Glitz: (whispering) "Time to get you out of these clothes, sweetheart... we want to see all of you."

Glam nodded in agreement, her eyes locked onto Y/N's as she started to work on his pants. The sound of the zipper coming down was like music to Y/N's ears, his heart racing with anticipation.

As they continued to undress him, their touches became more intimate. Glitz trailed her fingers along Y/N's chest, while Glam kissed his neck, sending shivers down his spine. The room was spinning around him, but he couldn't look away from the two women who were driving him wild with desire.

Finally, they had him naked, his body exposed to their gaze. Glitz and Glam exchanged a look, their eyes sparkling with excitement. They moved closer, their bodies pressing against Y/N's as they started to kiss him.

As Glitz and Glam sat on Y/N's lap, their naked bodies pressed against his, they gazed up at him with mischievous grins. Their eyes sparkled with excitement, and their voices were husky with desire.

Glitz: (purring) "So, sweetheart... who do you want to do first?"

Glam nodded in agreement, her breasts jiggling as she moved.

Glam: "Yeah, baby... do you want to start with me or Glitz?"

Y/N's mind was reeling as he gazed at the two women on his lap. Both of them were stunningly beautiful, and he couldn't believe his luck. He hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to respond.

Glitz: (teasing) "Come on, Y/N... don't be shy. We're not going anywhere until you've had your fill of us."

Glam: "Yeah, baby... we're all yours tonight. You can have us both, any way you want."

Y/N: "I...well...both? It you want?"

Glitz and Glam exchanged a look, their eyes sparkling with excitement. They grinned at each other before turning back to Y/N.

Glitz: (purring) "Oh, baby... you're going to get your wish."

Y/N: "Uh oh..."
———

Y/N: "Ouch...ouch...ouchie..."

After his intense time with Glitz and Glam, Y/N barely managed to walk straight as he made his way to Barbie Wire's place. His legs ached, and he winced slightly with every step, feeling completely drained. By the time he reached her door, he had to brace himself against the wall, taking a deep breath before knocking.

The door swung open, revealing Barbie standing there in a loose tank top and shorts, looking him up and down with a raised brow.

Barbie Wire: (smirking, arms crossed) "Damn, you look like you just survived a war."

Y/N nervously nodded

Barbie chuckled before grabbing his arm and pulling him inside. The apartment was dimly lit, the TV already on, and a pile of blankets and pillows set up on the couch.

Barbie Wire: (grinning, plopping onto the couch and patting the spot next to her) "C'mon, loverboy. You've been running around all day, so now, we're keeping it simple—Netflix and Chill."

Y/N, still sore and exhausted, practically collapsed onto the couch with a relieved sigh. Barbie smirked, tossing a blanket over the both of them as she handed him a bowl of popcorn.

Y/N: (mumbling, grateful) "T-Thank you..."

Barbie Wire: (rolling her eyes, but smiling) "Yeah, yeah, don't get all mushy on me."

She grabbed the remote and scrolled through the selections.

Barbie Wire: (grinning) "Alright, what's it gonna be? Horror, action, or something completely mindless?"

Y/N: "Uhh...mindless? I think."

Barbie Wire: (laughing, playfully nudging him) "Alright, dumb comedy it is."

She picked a ridiculous, over-the-top movie, and as it played, she casually rested her legs over his lap. Y/N, too tired to be nervous anymore, just sighed in contentment. Barbie took one look at his completely worn-out expression and smirked.

Barbie Wire: (teasing) "Guess those fish sluts really did a number on you, huh?"

Y/N whimpered and nodded and hid his face in her neck.

Barbie chuckled, shaking her head before pulling the blanket up around them both.

Barbie Wire: (softly, almost fondly) "Happy Valentine's, dork."

Y/N: (murmuring sleepily) "Happy Valentine's, Barbie..."

As Y/N started to drift off against Barbie Wire's shoulder, she suddenly reached over to the side of the couch, grabbing a small pile of things wrapped in a makeshift gift bag—if you could even call it that. It was really just a grocery bag with Happy Valentine's, Nerd scribbled in sharpie on it.

Barbie Wire: (grinning, shoving the bag at him) "Here. Before you pass out, take your gift."

Y/N blinked tiredly, sitting up just enough to peek inside. His eyes widened slightly when he saw what was in it.

First, a USB drive labeled "100% Totally Legal Movie Collection" in Barbie's messy handwriting. He pulled it out and gave her a confused look.

Y/N: (softly, tilting his head) "W-What is this...?"

Barbie Wire: (grinning proudly) "All the movies you've been waiting for—Thunderbolts, Superman, Fantastic Four: First Steps, Dog Man, and Captain America: Brave New World. Yeah, yeah, I pirated 'em. Sue me."

Y/N's eyes lit up. His tiredness momentarily forgotten, he carefully held the USB like it was sacred. Barbie smirked at his reaction, leaning back smugly.

Barbie Wire: (teasing, nudging him) "I knew you'd love it, nerd."

Before he could thank her, she reached back into the bag and pulled out another item—a soft, plush Disney-themed weighted blanket with little embroidered stars and moons along the edges. Y/N's breath caught slightly as he ran his fingers over it.

Y/N: (softly, touched) "Y-You got me a weighted blanket...?"

Barbie Wire: (shrugging, avoiding his gaze slightly) "Yeah, well... figured you could use it. Y'know, for when you're overstimulated or whatever. It's not a big deal, so don't get all sappy on me."

But it was a big deal to Y/N. His heart warmed at how thoughtful the gifts were. He hesitated for a second before reaching into his bag, ready to give her the gift he got... but before he could pull it out, Barbie reached over and stopped him.

Barbie Wire: (grinning, shaking her head) "Nah. I don't need anything, dumbass."

Y/N: (blinking, confused) "B-But—"

Barbie Wire: (smirking, leaning in close) "I already got what I want."

She grabbed the weighted blanket and threw it over both of them before curling up against his side, draping a leg over his as she settled in. Y/N stiffened slightly before melting into the warmth, his face heating up as she tucked her head under his chin.

Barbie Wire: (murmuring, getting comfortable) "All I want is you, dummy. Now shut up and snuggle me."

Y/N swallowed hard, his shyness kicking in full force, but he eventually relaxed, wrapping an arm around her waist as they sank into the couch together. The sound of the TV playing in the background faded into white noise as he focused on the feeling of Barbie's warmth against him, the weight of the blanket adding to the comfort.

Barbie Wire smirked to herself as she felt Y/N's breathing slow, his body completely relaxed against hers. His soft snores were barely audible, his head resting against her shoulder, his arms loosely wrapped around her waist. She could feel the steady rise and fall of his chest, the warmth radiating from him under the weighted blanket. For someone so shy and easily flustered, he definitely knew how to snuggle.

Her gaze drifted to the small wrapped gift he had tried to give her earlier. Careful not to wake him, she reached over and picked it up, unwrapping it quietly. Inside, she found a beautiful silver locket, simple but elegant, with a small engraving on the back:

"To Barbie – Because you mean more than you think."

Her breath hitched slightly as she opened it, revealing a tiny picture of them together—a candid moment where she was teasing him about something, and he was blushing like crazy. She hadn't even realized someone had taken it, but there it was, perfectly captured.

Barbie swallowed hard, her usual tough, sarcastic exterior cracking just a little as she stared at it. Slowly, she closed the locket and held it against her chest, letting out a soft breath.

Barbie Wire: (whispering, smirking down at him) "You little sap... what did I do to deserve you, huh?"

Her fingers gently ran through his hair, watching as he shifted slightly, nuzzling closer to her touch. Damn, he was so cute when he was asleep—soft, peaceful, completely vulnerable.

She leaned in closer, her lips just barely grazing the top of his head as she whispered.

Barbie Wire: (soft, almost possessive) "You have no idea how much I love you, Y/N..."

Her fingers trailed down his arm, lightly tracing the lines of his hand before intertwining their fingers together.

Barbie Wire: (huskily, murmuring against his skin) "And if anyone ever hurts you... I swear, I'll skin them alive and force feed them that skin, then pour salt on the wounds...literally."

Her voice was soft but laced with fire, a dangerous promise wrapped in something so tender. She wasn't just saying it—she meant it. Anyone who even thought about messing with him would have to go through her first.

She watched him sleep for a little while longer, her thumb brushing against his knuckles, before she let out a quiet sigh and kissed his forehead.

———

Y/N made his way to the next stop on his Valentine's schedule—drinking with Beelzebub. If there was one thing he knew, it was that this was not going to be a quiet evening.

The club she had picked was one of the wildest in Hell, a multi-level party palace that pulsed with bass-heavy music, neon lights flashing in rhythmic patterns. The second he stepped inside, the energy practically slammed into him, and he felt a bit overwhelmed—until he heard a familiar, booming voice calling his name.

Beelzebub: (grinning, waving him over) "Y/N! There's my favorite shy little cutie! C'mere, babe!"

Before he could even process what was happening, Beelzebub—towering, radiant, glowing with party energy—scooped him up in a bear hug, effortlessly lifting him off the ground and spinning him before setting him down.

Y/N: (blushing, adjusting his jacket nervously) "H-Hi, Beel..."

Beelzebub: (smirking, resting an arm around his shoulders) "Hope you're ready to drink, babe, 'cause tonight? We're going hard!"

Y/N wasn't much of a drinker, but there was no escaping Beelzebub's enthusiasm. She pulled him toward the bar, where an array of colorful, otherworldly drinks were lined up. Glowing neon blues, swirling purples, bubbling golds—it was like potions from a fantasy game, and Y/N had no idea if half of them were even safe.

Beelzebub: (grinning, sliding a drink into his hands) "Alright, baby, first round—this one's sweet, you'll like it."

Y/N: "But...I don't drink..."

Beelzebub: "Come on! It's Valentine's Day! Let loose! Have some fun!"

Y/N hesitated for a moment before taking a cautious sip. His eyes widened slightly—the drink was surprisingly smooth, fruity, and dangerously easy to drink. Beelzebub clapped her hands together, laughing.

Beelzebub: (teasing, leaning in close) "See? Told ya! Don't worry, I know how to take care of my baby boy~."

Y/N blushed hard at the possessive tone in her voice, but before he could stammer out a response, she downed her own drink in one gulp and slammed the glass onto the counter.

Beelzebub: (grinning, eyes gleaming) "Alright! Now let's really get this party started!"

Hours Later...
Several rounds in, Y/N was definitely tipsy. He wasn't wasted, but there was a noticeable looseness to him—his usual shy demeanor softened, his giggles coming more freely as Beelzebub playfully kept up with the drinks and teasing.

Y/N: (softly giggling, leaning against her arm) "I-I think... I think I m-might be a lil' drunk..."

Beelzebub: (laughing, wrapping an arm around him) "Oh, babe, you're adorable when you're tipsy. Look at you, all relaxed and giggly~."

She poked his cheek, smirking as he pouted slightly but didn't move away.

Y/N: (murmuring, smiling sleepily) "I like... hanging out with you. Y-You're fun..."

Beelzebub's expression softened for a brief moment before her teasing grin returned.

Beelzebub: (grinning, pressing a quick kiss to his forehead) "Aww, baby, you're so cute when you're drunk."

Y/N's face burned, but his body was too relaxed to tense up like he normally would. Instead, he just buried his face in her shoulder with a soft groan, making her laugh again.

Beelzebub: (cooing, squeezing him lightly) "C'mon, let's get you somewhere cozy before you pass out on me. Can't have my boy toppling over in the middle of the club, now can I?"

Y/N hummed in agreement, letting Beelzebub guide him toward a private lounge area. She sat him down on a plush couch, plopping down beside him and throwing an arm around his shoulders.

Beelzebub: (grinning, pulling him close) "Alright, cutie, just rest up here. But next time, I'm getting you even drunker."

Y/N: (murmuring, nuzzling against her side) "Mmm... maybe..."

Beelzebub chuckled, resting her chin atop his head as he slowly started drifting off against her.

Beelzebub: (softly, amused) "Damn, you're really too cute for your own good, babe."

Beelzebub smirked as she looked down at Y/N, who was now comfortably nestled against her side, his face flushed from both the alcohol and her teasing. His usual shy demeanor had melted away, replaced with a loose, dreamy look in his eyes. She couldn't help but find it adorable—and just a little tempting.

Beelzebub: (grinning, poking his cheek playfully) "You're so drunk, babe... I should probably be a responsible girlfriend and put you to bed, huh?"

Y/N: (mumbling, voice slightly slurred) "M'not that drunk..."

Beelzebub laughed, shifting to cup his face in her hands, her thumbs tracing along his warm, flushed cheeks.

Beelzebub: (mocking, smirking down at him) "Ohhh? You sure? 'Cause you look super cute right now... and I think you might be too tipsy to handle me~."

Y/N blinked up at her, his lips parting slightly, but he didn't pull away. Instead, his gaze flickered to her lips before quickly looking away, suddenly shy again—even in his drunken state.

Beelzebub noticed.

Grinning, she leaned in closer, her voice turning softer, more sultry.

Beelzebub: (whispering against his lips) "You wanna kiss me, don't you, baby?"

Y/N's breath hitched. He didn't answer right away, but the way his fingers twitched slightly against her thigh was enough of a response. Beelzebub chuckled, her eyes glinting with mischief before she finally closed the distance, pressing her lips against his.

Y/N melted instantly.

The kiss started slow—sweet, teasing—but quickly grew deeper as Beelzebub took control, tilting his head slightly to deepen the connection. Y/N let out a soft, breathy sound against her lips, his hands instinctively gripping onto her waist as she pressed closer.

She loved how pliant he was like this, how easy it was to make him completely lose himself in her touch. When she finally pulled back, a thin string of warmth still lingered between them. Y/N's eyes were hazy, dazed, lips slightly swollen from the intensity.

Beelzebub: (huskily, smirking) "Damn, babe... you really are cute when you let go."

Y/N swallowed hard, his grip on her tightening slightly. Beelzebub chuckled, running her fingers through his hair before giving him another slow, lingering kiss—this time letting her hands wander as she shifted against him, pulling him down into the plush couch beneath them.

Beelzebub: "I wanna have some fun~."

Everything blurred into warmth, heat, and the feeling of Beelzebub's touch against his skin.

By the time Y/N finally stirred, the room was dimly lit, the neon glow from the club filtering through the curtains. He felt incredibly relaxed, his body tangled with Beelzebub's under the silken sheets of her private lounge.

Beelzebub, still lazily curled around him, propped herself up on one elbow, watching him with a satisfied smirk.

Beelzebub: (grinning, trailing a finger down his chest) "Hey, handsome~. How's my favorite shy boy feeling?"

Y/N's face flushed instantly, the memories of last night crashing into him all at once. He buried his face into the pillow with a muffled groan, making Beelzebub laugh.

Beelzebub: (teasing, kissing the top of his head) "Aww, don't go all shy on me now, babe. You weren't shy earlier~."

Y/N groaned again, but the way he shyly nuzzled against her told her everything she needed to know.

———

Sallie May leaned casually against the club's entrance, waiting for Y/N. She had expected him to be a little late—he was coming from Beelzebub's, after all—but when she saw the two of them finally step out, she froze. Her eyes widened as she took in the absolute state of Y/N.

His clothes were completely messed up—his shirt buttoned wrong, his jacket barely hanging onto his shoulders, his hair an absolute wreck. And his face... oh lord, his face.

Bright red. Sleepy. Drunk.

Sallie slowly looked over at Beelzebub, who was adjusting her own outfit—fixing her top, smoothing her skirt down, running her fingers through her hair with the most smug look imaginable.

Y/N, meanwhile, was just standing there, swaying slightly, blinking at Sallie with his usual shy, soft expression—but this time, his face was on fire. Clearly, he was still trying to process everything that had happened.

Sallie May: (raising an eyebrow, crossing her arms) "Uh... Y/N, darlin'... why do you look like you just got hit by five semi trucks, fell off a cliff, and walked through a tornado?"

Y/N: (softly, still tipsy, fidgeting nervously) "I-I... um... w-well... uh..."

Sallie May: (eyes narrowing, now glancing between the two of them) "Wait a damn minute—are you drunk?"

Y/N nodded way too quickly, hiccuping slightly before rubbing the back of his neck.

Y/N: (softly, avoiding eye contact) "M-Maybe...I think...?"

Sallie looked back at Beelzebub, who was now grinning like a devil (which, to be fair, she was). The smugness rolling off her was insane.

Sallie May: (suspicious, tilting her head) "And why, exactly, does he look like this?"

Beelzebub: (stretching, looking way too satisfied) "Oh, y'know, we just had a real good time~."

Sallie's eyes narrowed. The way Bee said that. The tone. The look.

Sallie May: (deadpan, unimpressed) "Uh-huh. And by 'good time,' you mean...?"

Beelzebub: (grinning, licking her lips slightly) "What do you think I mean, hun~?"

Y/N whimpered quietly, his whole body stiffening as he turned even redder. His brain was screaming at him to run, but his legs still weren't cooperating. He just stood there, dying inside as Sallie stared between them.

Sallie blinked. Then blinked again.

Sallie May: (blunt, exasperated) "Lord have mercy—you broke him, didn't you!?"

Beelzebub let out a booming laugh, throwing an arm around Y/N's shoulders, pulling him close and ruffling his already-messy hair.

Beelzebub: (grinning, teasingly) "Oh, honey, i just had some girlfriend fun~."

Sallie let out a deep sigh, pinching the bridge of her nose. Meanwhile, Y/N was looking at the ground like it had the secrets of the universe, too flustered to even function.

Sallie May: (shaking her head, muttering) "Damn. First time I ever seen him drunk... and first time I ever seen him wrecked."

Beelzebub: (chuckling, grinning down at Y/N) "Aww, but he was so good for me~."

Y/N: (whimpering, covering his burning face) "B-Bee, please...!"

Sallie sighed again before stepping forward, gently pulling Y/N out of Beelzebub's hold. He stumbled slightly, but Sallie caught him, steadying him.

Sallie May: (shaking her head, amused) "C'mon, sugar. Let's get you some water before our date, 'cause I ain't lettin' you pass out in the middle of it."

Y/N nodded shyly, still very flustered as he leaned on her slightly for support. Beelzebub smirked, giving him a playful swat on the rear as he walked away, making him jump.

Beelzebub: (grinning, calling after him) "Love ya, babe! Have fun with Sallie~!"

Sallie rolled her eyes, leading a still-blushing Y/N away.

Sallie May: (muttering, shaking her head with a smirk) "Damn... boy, what am I gonna do with you?"

Sallie May led Y/N out of the club and into the cool night air, shaking her head as she supported his slightly wobbly form. He was still red-faced, still flustered beyond words, and still trying to process what had just happened. She sighed, but there was an amused smirk tugging at her lips.

Sallie May: (teasing, adjusting her grip on him) "Damn, sugar, Bee really did a number on ya, huh?"

Y/N: (mumbling, avoiding eye contact) "I-I don't wanna talk about it..."

Sallie chuckled, patting his back as she guided him to a quiet bench near a small, cozy café. She sat him down and knelt in front of him, carefully fixing his absolute mess of an outfit. She undid his crooked buttons, straightened his jacket, and gently smoothed out his ruffled hair.

Sallie May: (softly, playfully) "There. Almost back to lookin' like my sweet, shy little Y/N, instead of some poor boy who got tossed around like a ragdoll."

Y/N groaned, covering his face with his hands. Sallie laughed again, grabbing a bottle of water from her bag and pressing it into his hands.

Sallie May: (firm but fond) "Drink, sugar. You're too drunk to be out here lookin' all cute and defenseless. I swear one of these girls is gonna scoop you up and keep you if you ain't careful."

Y/N obediently took a sip, still avoiding her gaze. Sallie just smirked, watching him closely as his hands finally stopped trembling from flustered nerves.

Sallie May: (softly, tilting her head) "Feelin' any better?"

Y/N: (nodding, still shy) "Y-Yeah... a little..."

Sallie sighed dramatically before sliding onto the bench next to him, throwing an arm around his shoulders and pulling him close. He tensed at first, but then slowly melted against her warmth, his exhaustion starting to catch up to him.

Sallie May: (smirking, nudging him lightly) "You're real damn lucky you're cute, Y/N. Otherwise, I'd be so mad about babysittin' a drunk lil' thing like you."

Y/N let out a small, sleepy chuckle, finally peeking up at her with soft, grateful eyes.

Y/N: (murmuring, sincere) "Thanks, Sallie..."

Sallie blinked, surprised for a split second at how genuine that sounded. Then, a slow, warm smile spread across her face. She leaned in, pressing a light, lingering kiss to his forehead before resting her chin atop his head.

Sallie May: (softly, affectionately) "Anytime, sugar. Anytime."

Sallie May, satisfied that Y/N was finally looking more like himself, led him toward the destination she had picked for their date—a classic Hell roadhouse, the kind of place with neon beer signs, a jukebox playing country rock, and the scent of sizzling steak and fried food filling the air.

Y/N, still a little tipsy but not nearly as overwhelmed, looked around nervously as they walked inside. The atmosphere was much more relaxed compared to the chaos of Beelzebub's club. The wooden floors creaked under their boots, pool tables were scattered around, and the air was thick with the sounds of laughter and clinking glasses.

Y/N: (softly, glancing at Sallie) "T-This place is nice... quieter."

Sallie May: (grinning, guiding him to a booth) "Figured you'd like it, sugar. Ain't no crazy neon lights or bass shakin' the walls here. Just good food, good music, and good company."

She made sure he sat down comfortably before sliding into the seat across from him, eyeing him closely.

Sallie May: (teasing, smirking) "And don't worry, I ain't makin' you drink no more. Lord knows you had enough of that with Bee."

Y/N sighed in relief, nodding as he picked up the menu. He still felt warm from earlier, but Sallie's presence was grounding, keeping him from completely retreating into his shyness.

Y/N: (murmuring, glancing at the menu) "T-Thanks, Sallie..."

Sallie May: (smirking, nudging his foot under the table) "Course, hon. 'Sides, I like ya better when you're all soft 'n cuddly, not half-dazed and wobbly."

Y/N blushed slightly, hiding behind the menu. Sallie chuckled, shaking her head before calling over the waitress to order them both something hearty. No fancy gourmet food, no over-the-top cocktails—just a good, solid meal shared between them.

As they waited, Sallie leaned forward, resting her chin on her hand as she watched Y/N with a warm glint in her eyes.

Sallie May: (softly, genuine this time) "I like this, y'know. Just us. Feels real nice."

Y/N peeked up at her, his shyness softening into something more comfortable. He gave her a small, shy smile, nodding in agreement.

Y/N: (softly) "Yeah... it does."

Just then the sound of a twangy country rock song kicked up from the jukebox. The beat was lively, the kind that made boots tap instinctively against the wooden floor. Sallie's ears perked up, and a slow, mischievous grin spread across her face.

Sallie May: (grinning, standing up and reaching for his hand) "Alright, sugar, time to dance."

Y/N: (startled, wide-eyed) "W-Wait—what?!"

Sallie didn't ask again. She just grabbed his hand and dragged him from the booth, ignoring his quiet, flustered protests as she led him straight to the dance floor.

Y/N: (stammering, his face bright red)* "S-Sallie, I-I don't— I c-can't dance!"

Sallie May: (grinning, spinning him around playfully) "Oh, don't gimme that, darlin'! You got two feet, don't ya? That's all ya need!"

The moment they hit the dance floor, Sallie twirled him once, making him stumble slightly before she caught him by the waist. She chuckled, steadying him as he clung to her arms, completely overwhelmed but somehow not pulling away.

Sallie May: (laughing, eyes twinkling) "C'mon, sugar, it's just a lil' two-step. Nothin' fancy!"

She placed his hands where they needed to be—one on her waist, the other in her hand—and started leading, her movements smooth and confident. Y/N, still red-faced and nervous, hesitantly followed along. He was stiff at first, clearly overthinking every step, but Sallie just smiled and kept him moving with the rhythm of the song.

Sallie May: (softly, reassuring him) "Just follow me, darlin'. Don't gotta be perfect, just gotta feel it."

Y/N took a deep breath, focusing on her instead of the people around them. Slowly, his movements became less awkward. His grip on her hand tightened slightly, and when she spun him again, this time he actually laughed, the tension in his shoulders easing up.

Sallie beamed at the sound.

Sallie May: (grinning, teasing him) "There ya go! Look atcha, havin' fun like a proper cowboy~!"

Y/N: (still shy, but smiling now) "I-I... I think I'm actually doing it!"

Sallie May: (laughing, twirling him again) "Damn right you are!"

The two of them moved across the floor, Y/N still stumbling every now and then, but laughing through it. Sallie's grip on him was firm but playful, and she made sure to keep him close, guiding him through every step. At some point, Y/N wasn't even thinking about his nerves anymore—he was just dancing with her, lost in the moment.

As the song reached its final chorus, Sallie suddenly dipped him, causing him to yelp and grab onto her shoulders for dear life. She smirked down at him, her tail swishing behind her.

Sallie May: (softly, her voice a little more sultry now) "See? Told ya you could dance, sugar."

Y/N swallowed hard, still flustered, but for the first time tonight, he didn't try to hide his shy little smile. He just gazed up at her, breathless, his heartbeat racing for an entirely different reason now.

Y/N: (quietly, almost shyly) "O-Only 'cause you were leading..."

Sallie chuckled, her grip on him tightening just a little as she leaned down, her lips hovering just over his.

Sallie May: (murmuring, smirking) "Damn right I was."

And with that, she kissed him right then and there
———
After dinner at the roadhouse, Sallie May and Y/N made their way back to his home, the cool night air helping to ease some of his lingering tipsiness. He was still a little flustered from the kiss, his face warming every time he replayed it in his head, but Sallie just chuckled, squeezing his hand as they walked.

Sallie May: (grinning, teasing) "You ain't gonna pass out on me, are ya, sugar?"

Y/N: (softly, shy but happy) "N-No... just... t-thank you for tonight."

Sallie's smirk softened slightly, and she gave his hand another squeeze.

Sallie May: (fondly) "Ain't nothin', darlin'. I had a real good time, too."

When they finally reached his home, Y/N stepped inside first, immediately greeted by the comforting sight of Octavia sitting on the couch, holding little Orion in her arms. The baby was snuggled up against her, his tiny fingers clutching at her shirt as he let out soft coos in his sleep. The moment Octavia saw Y/N, she perked up, her sharp eyes scanning over him.

Octavia: (raising an eyebrow, smirking slightly) "So... how was your date, husband?"

Y/N blushed instantly, his fingers twitching slightly as he stepped closer. Sallie May, meanwhile, leaned against the doorway with a smug grin.

Sallie May: (teasing, winking at Octavia) "I think I broke him a lil' bit, but don't worry—he's still in one piece."

Y/N: (softly, rubbing the back of his neck) "I-It was... nice..."

Octavia chuckled, shifting Orion slightly in her arms as the baby stirred, letting out a tiny yawn. She glanced down at him before looking back at Y/N, her expression softening.

Octavia: (gently) "We missed you."

Y/N's heart melted instantly. Without hesitation, he sat down next to Octavia, carefully reaching out to touch Orion's tiny hand. The infant's fingers wrapped around his, gripping it tightly even in his sleepy state. Y/N's lips curled into a small, tender smile.

Y/N: (softly, to Orion) "D-Did you have a good night, little guy?"

Orion let out a soft, content coo, his tail giving a tiny twitch. Octavia smirked, resting her head against Y/N's shoulder as she watched them.

Octavia: (whispering, amused) "I think that's a yes."

Sallie May watched the scene with a fond look before stretching and stepping back toward the door.

Sallie May: (grinning) "Well, I ain't gonna intrude on y'all's little family moment. Gimme a holler next time ya wanna go dancin', sugar."

Y/N looked up at her, still shy but genuinely happy, and nodded.

Y/N: (softly, smiling) "I-I will. Thank you, Sallie."

Sallie shot him one last wink before heading out. As the door closed behind her, Y/N let out a quiet sigh, leaning more into Octavia as she curled into his side. Orion, still holding onto his hand, let out another tiny yawn before settling against Octavia's chest.

After settling Orion into his crib for the night, Y/N and Octavia quietly stepped outside, making their way to their favorite spot just beyond the mansion's garden. The night sky stretched wide above them, a canvas of twinkling stars and swirling galaxies, bathing the landscape in a soft, silvery glow.

Y/N carried a blanket under one arm, his other hand intertwined with Octavia's. Despite being married, despite everything they had been through, he still got shy when she held his hand like this. His fingers twitched slightly, and Octavia smirked, squeezing his hand just a little tighter.

Octavia: (teasing, glancing at him) "Still nervous around me, starlight?"

Y/N: (softly, cheeks warming) "I-I... I j-just... y-you're really p-pretty..."

Octavia blinked, caught off guard for a moment before a small smirk tugged at her lips. She didn't tease him this time. Instead, she pulled him along, guiding him toward a soft patch of grass where they could lay beneath the stars.

Y/N spread out the blanket, and the two of them laid down, side by side, gazing up at the endless expanse above them. The stars twinkled like tiny lanterns, the constellations forming patterns that Octavia had memorized by heart.

Octavia: (softly, pointing up) "See that one? That's Orion's Belt."

Y/N's eyes widened slightly as he followed where she was pointing. A small, warm smile crept onto his lips.

Y/N: (softly) "Like... like our Orion?"

Octavia: (grinning, nodding) "Mhm. I thought it was fitting... since he's our little star."

Y/N's heart swelled at that. He turned his head slightly to look at her, watching the way the starlight reflected in her violet eyes. She was beautiful—her sharp features softened in the moonlight, her expression more open, more at peace than he had seen in a while.

After everything that had happened—her family, the wedding, the fights, the danger—she deserved this peace. They both did.

Slowly, Y/N reached over, intertwining their fingers again. Octavia glanced down at their hands before looking at him, her expression unreadable for a moment. Then, she shifted closer, resting her head against his shoulder.

Octavia: (softly, murmuring) "I love you, you know that?"

Y/N felt his face heat up, but he didn't stammer this time. Instead, he turned his head and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to the top of her head.

Y/N: (whispering, shy but sincere) "I love you too... so much."

Octavia let out a soft sigh, shifting closer so that her head rested against Y/N's chest. He tensed for just a moment—he always did when she got this close—but then he relaxed, his arms instinctively wrapping around her. He pressed his cheek lightly against the top of her head, feeling the gentle rise and fall of her breath.

Octavia: (murmuring, tracing small circles against his hand with her thumb) "I love nights like this..."

Y/N: (softly, still shy but content) "M-Me too..."

She tilted her head slightly, peeking up at him with a small smirk.

Octavia: (teasing, nudging him lightly) "Even though you're still blushing like crazy?"

Y/N: (whining softly, hiding his face in her hair) "Y-You're really p-pretty, I can't help it..."

Octavia chuckled, nuzzling closer to him, enjoying the way he held her so gently—like she was something precious. They stayed like that for a while, watching the stars twinkle above them. Every now and then, she'd point out a constellation, her voice soft and full of quiet excitement. And every time, Y/N would listen intently, his shy smile never fading.

After a while, Octavia shifted onto her side, gazing up at him with a soft, loving expression.

Octavia: (whispering, brushing her fingers along his cheek) "I never thought I'd get something like this... a real family. Someone who actually loves me for me."

Y/N blinked at her, his grip on her tightening slightly. He knew what she meant—he knew how broken her family had been before, how much she had needed love and stability. And he knew that, despite everything, she was still afraid of losing it.

So, instead of stammering, instead of overthinking, he just leaned forward and pressed the softest, sweetest kiss to her forehead.

Y/N: (whispering, voice full of quiet certainty) "You'll always have me, Octavia... Always."

Octavia's eyes widened slightly before she melted completely, wrapping her arms around him in a tight embrace. She buried her face in his chest, and for the first time in a long time, she felt completely safe.