#vday challenge

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Soft taps and plinks and the occasional bed-squeak were the only signs of life in the otherwise deathly-still room. For this particular shut-in, the day ought to pass like any other, just like it always has for the last 20 odd years. Brows knitting together, *Rei swiped another Otome app close, a smile tugging hard at her flushed cheeks. Geez, that man... He was so cute she wanted to punch him! Considering her avid interest in fictional romance, that rounded off to about a dozen or so ikemen guys... God help her. Gingerly, the girl pulled at the hem of her pajamas, a hopeless sigh directed at the ceiling. Oh, if only she met someone like that in real-life! Today, especially - it'd be nice not to be the one person liking every 'reblog if ur single' Tumblr post. "Enough!" Flailing her arms, she bolted upright and perched on her bed. Rei didn't have any plans on V-day but she figured she'd spend some effort enjoying it nonetheless. First, she'd freat herself to some pancakes, maybe watch a rom-com; and in the evening, she could see herself nursing a glass of wine as her favourite seiyuu whispered sweet nothings in her ear. Caught up in her daydreams, Rei giggled perversely to herself when-- Scritch, scritch… What was that? Strange, no one else was home. Where was that sound coming from? It sounded very, very near- oh God, that sounded like… heavy breathing? A neighbour's cat, she had hoped, though her mind had already wandered down morbid lane. Wait a minute, those windows were closed a moment ago--! A calloused hand clapped over her mouth. "There you are… I've been looking for you." Hah. Such honeyed words! Crapcrapcrap, she hadn't left those smexy tracks running, had she? No way. Besides, the rustling of fabric was unbearably loud, and... and something was tickling her cheeks. She wasnt normally this desperate, y'know... Whipping around, Rei all but pounced on the intruder, only to teeter backwards in disbelief. Wow, whatever God was out there was surely doing this out of pity. That, or she was becoming a touch loony… She had to admit though, the view was not at all unpleasant. "Y-You! What what what are you-" He cut her stuttering with a knee-buckling smile and whatever ovaries she possessed had ruptured joyfully in that millisecond between breaths. Jesus H Christ. Certainly, he wasn't anyone she recognised. Something about him was familiar, though. If her suspicions were true and that he had been made flesh, even a 2D depiction paled in comparison to the Real Thing. "DUDE, ARE YOU FORREAL?" Head tilted to one side, he scrunched his pretty nose in confusion. Seeming to get the gist of what has been expressed, the young man grinned. He circled his arms around the girl's waist, drawing her close as if to say - yes, yes I'm real and certainly no figment of your overactive imagination… Any other girl faced with such a situation would have difficulty accepting it, but you know, it's not every day that your otome husband came slinking through your window, being all cute and stuff. Geez. "Well, I've always been here," Indulging him a little, Rei patted his head gently. Soft and wavy. Not many guys were blessed with fine hair. His looks were one thing, but he'd been kind to her and shown her the sides of him not many cared to see. "Rei?" Shifting to look up at his beloved, his grip tightened, fingers interlocked at the small of her back . Ugh, if he were to nuzzle her anymore, she would surely, surely melt into a lovesick puddle. Dark eyes flickering with strong emotion, the catch in his voice seemed to tune everything out but his own. Rei gazed down at hin with fondness, a warm, bittersweet feeling lodged itself over her heart. Somehow, she already knew what it was he was trying to say. Even so, she wanted to hear the words as they fell from his lips. He didn't always have a way with words but when he spoke, he made sure she heard no one but him. "Be mine." Heh, this kind of crazy she could live with.

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Valentine’s Day Challenge

@jezzyrps

Seth rubbed his hands together in anticpation. Today was Valentine’s Day and it was going to be great. No, he knew that it was going to be excellent.

They were at a beach house in California for that weekend, so Seth and Paige decided to cook for their boyfriends Dean and Roman. But ever since that plan was made, it was turned into a challenge on who was the better Valentine.

He made his usual chuckle he would usually do when his plan was set in motion. His gaze was onto the steak that had just been unwrapped on the island counter. “Look at these beauties,” he said before he took a whiff. “So gorgerous.”

“Yeah .. gorgeous until you burn them on the grill.”

His grin relented into a frown and his gaze swept over to Paige who had a smirk on her face. “I’ll have you know that I’m a MASTER of the grill. Just ask Dean.”

“Yeah yeah. Sure.” Paige said as she stirred a pot of custard. She lifted the spoon to her lips to taste. “Yay it’s cool enough.”

“What the hell are you making anyway? Custard pie?"

“Nope. That’s my base for ice cream,” Paige said non chalantly.

Seth raised his brow. “Really? You can make ice cream?”

“Mhmm. And Roman’s favorite too.” She hunched her shoulders up and her angelic smile appeared. “I’m the best valentine, you see.”

Seth rolled his eyes. “Well .. we’ll see about that.” He said as he grabbed the spice rub and began to spread it over the cuts of steak.

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Steps Of The Journey

Val was finally home. There had been much longer periods in which he had been away, but in these last three days his world (and Zendaya’s) had officially and finally changed. In the best way possible; the birth of their son. His son. His boy. Even with the little over seven months to prepare for this mentally Val couldn’t wrapped himself he had a living breathing part of himself to care and love.

"This is nuts just come inside you live here too!" Val turned to his brother has he pulled into the driveway.

"Nah its cool you and Z deserve some time alone with the little dude.’ Val loved how his son already had a nickname. ‘Plus you don’t want me around anyways."

"Fuck Maks you know that’s not true, but I don’t have time to argue with you. I got someone to meet. Thanks for the ride."

"Of course. And again congratulations Isaak is absolutely adorable." Val smiled before exiting the car and taking a second to retrieve his duffle bag from the trunk. He gave a quick wave as he approached the front door, he knew he was still smiling like an idiot but he couldn’t help it. There was even an extra little skip in his step; Christ Valentin only a day and half into fatherhood and this what it does?! He already loved it.

He has to stop himself from yelling out as he stepped through the front door of the home originally for two bachelors turned to three when Zendaya moved in, now four made a perfect family. Maks had discussed moving out several times especially during the more difficult and moody moments of the pregnancy (something they kindly didn't tell her) but to Val having his big brother around wasn't a damper on anything; and Zendaya liked having them there. To some the arrangement might be weird or even wrong, it worked for them and that's all mattered.

Val sets his bag on the first step and anxiously makes his way up them still trying to keep quiet, not wanting to wake Isaak if he was asleep. The fact after just giving birth just a hair length over twenty four hours ago and Zendaya (and his son) were already discharged pissed him off; he thought they stayed for a week (at least three days) that was the American health care system for you. According to Maks when he left to pick up Val and their parents at the airport Zendaya was in her (and Val's) room working on the birth announcement cards.

He steps into the room and that now stapled on smile manages to grow even more at the sight of her asleep pen still in hand and head in a position he knew would leave a knick for a few hours. Next to the bed sat the tiny bassinet and in a swaddle baby. His son. His boy. Isaak. Suddenly nervous he walks towards it slowly, heart pounding still afraid to wake him up; especially for Zendaya's sake. He soon realized that fear was unwarned at the sight that welcomed him.

"Hey there buddy." He says softy at looking down at him as two little eyes danced around the room trying to see everything and clearly not understanding any of it. Video chat and photos did not do this kid justice on how beautiful he was. Val knew even if this child belonged two strangers and meant nothing to him emotionally he'd have the same thought. The blank and neutral expression starts to falter a bit and Val having some experience with newborns knew exactly what that meant. He reaches down and carefully lifts him up in his arm bringing him to his chest.

"Shush there buddy best not wake up mommy." Val wasn't sure if it was just simple fact he was moved, that he was being held, or perhaps somehow he recognized his father's voice whatever it was something instantly relaxed him and the distressed look was gone quickly had it appeared. Still thinking of Zendaya (and the rest she desperately needed) Val decides it would be a smart idea to depart their room. 

He decides to take Isaak to his room that very recently been Maks' room (he moved to the room on the ground floor) and takes a seat in the rocking chair, still staring memorized at his son.

"You know what Isaak I don't believe we have properly introduced. I'm Valentin. Most of my friends call me Val, but you can call me papa. Or maybe dad. It'll be up to you what you want to use. Don't worry you don't have to pick right now! I just wanted to say that I'm sorry I wasn't there when you were born. I know you'll have no memory of it but I will. And I wish I could promise you I'll never miss anything again, however that's a lie. Don't worry though Isaak whenever it really counts you can always count on me. And mommy too."

Isaak makes a little gurgle sound and Val instantly found it the most adorable thing ever. He than follows it with a yawn; and now that is the most adorable thing he ever saw.

"Tired there buddy? Yeah I bet you are. If you wanna go to sleep you can." Val knew that he couldn't understand a word, or anything at all, but talking to him felt so natural as he knew it should be.

"You two are so precious." His eyes lift off of Isaak onto doorway where Zendaya stood rubbing her neck in a circle.

"Hey babe. I hope we didn't wake you."

"No but why didn't you wake me? Believe it or not I did miss you grouchy pants." She stepped into the nursery and plants a kiss on him before beginning to fuss with the blanket making sure it was neither too tight or too loose. Weeks prior his mom had taught her how to correctly swaddle along with how to use a cloth diaper something that before learning about Zendaya had never considered. Val takes a quick feel of Isaak's bottom, yep cloth.

"He's fine Daya."

"Oh he's more than fine, he's perfect." He couldn't argue with that.

"And how are you, shouldn't you be lying down?" Val asked after seeing her making a quick look of discomfort perhaps even straight out pain.

"I'm fine, ah look he fell asleep."

"Zendaya stop lying you just had a baby stop being a damn hero."

"And I said I was fine! How are your parents? Wait why aren't they here?!" There is a small panic mixed with confusion even though Val knew they had discussed this earlier on the phone.

"They'll come by in the morning babe. Its just the three of us. I still can't believe he's here. Its damn surreal. But a good; no a great surreal." Zendaya carefully takes Isaak from him in that way only a mother can and when he stirs she coos quietly and he stops on a dime. Almost like a magic.

"Yeah I know I feel the same way. And to think he won't be here if I hadn't been an idiot."

"Oh shush! Nothing you have ever done has been what I'd consider to be an idiot move. Me on the other hand well!"

"Pretty sure me blurting out all over the internet I want you to fuck me defiantly qualifies as an idiot move." Val stands up from the rocker and wraps himself around her shoulder, giving a kiss on her neck.

"You think that was an idiot move?' She nods 'Well you'd be mistaken that was the smartest thing you have ever done!" She gives a little nervous laugh pulling away from him.

"Don't get me wrong I love what it brought us and I would never regret that! Just well you know the how and when could have been better."

"Everything happens for a reason Zendaya. Everything. Never regret the steps of the journey that lead you to this moment or wished they had occurred differently." If on cue Isaak lets out the first real cry since Val's arrival home. 'See? Even he thinks life should be lived forward!"

"Still the press, the tabloids, my family...."

"I know babe just remember the end result.The beautiful end result. Come on I think the three of us could use a nap."

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Ouija Board

"What are you afraid of?"

"I’m not afraid! This is stupid! Come on an Ouija board? What are we eleven?"

"Bwok bwok bwok!"

"Cut it out Dom! I’m not interested in playing!"

"Fine be a damn stick in the mud. Come on Deja let’s leave the giant baby alone!" Zendaya sticks out her tongue but stays stubbornly seated as two of her best friends start to set up the Ouija board at the table.

"What should we ask first?"

"Oh I got one! Who is going to be Daya's husband?" At Dom's inquiry Zendaya throws a pillow at her, missing.

"I said I didn't want to play! Leave me out of this!"

"Too late. The board has already answered." The two girls had finished guiding the triangle over the board, Deja scribbling down as it finished.

"Interesting. Very interesting." Deja teases, Dom leans over and giggles.

"So what did it say?"

"Why do you care? You're not interested."

"Just tell me!"

"According to the Ouija board your future husband is four nine one seven."

"I told you this was stupid! It didn't even land on any letters. Thanks for the laugh." Zendaya rolls her eyes, picking her phone up from the arm of the chair.

"Hey it could be his birthday!" Dom suggests.

"Oh really? You said four nine one seven right?' they nod. 'So does that mean my future husband was born April 9th, 1917 making him 96 years old. And legally I really can't marry until I'm 18 which would mean he'd be at least 98 on the wedding night! What a way to go!"

"You never know he could be really fucking rich!"

"That's disgusting."

"Or perhaps his birthday is 2017."

"So now I'm going to be cougar?! Seriously this toy was a waste of your money."

"Initials?" Deja this time pipes up trying to piece the puzzle together.

"Excuse me?"

"What if it's really D I A F? You know four being d 9 being I and so on?"

"Or the 1 and 7 could be a 17 making it D I Q. Do you know anyone with the initials D I Q?" Before Zendaya can answer sarcastically her bedroom door opens and her mom pops her head in the room.

"Daya it's time to head to rehearsal." Already dressed and fully ready to go she jumps from the chair following her mom out. Behind her the peanut gallery yelling something about end of a phone number.

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"Can we take a water break?" Zendaya questions Val a little over an hour until their practice trying to perfect their paso doble routine.

"Yeah sure sounds like a good idea.' He joins her on the far side of the room, on the floor leaning against the mirror. 'You have been a bit quiet today." More of a statement of facts than a question.

"Sorry Dom and Deja came over for a visit and just to hang. Well I love them but sometimes....you know?" Val nods.

"Oh the joy and drama of being a sixteen year old girl, I remember it well!" They both erupted in laughter, it relaxed her immediately.

"Is that a fact? There is so much about you that I don't know apparently!"

"You know what I meant. If you don't mind me asking what specifically did they do to frustrate you?"

"It's dumb."

"Tell me anyways.' Suddenly she realizes how dumb it was, realizes Dom and Deja we're just having a fun and instead of being so offensive she should have joined in the guessing game. Or even participated in the first place. 'Well?"

"Deja brought an Ouija board they wanted to play with it, I wasn't interested which of course let to them teasing me and doing it anyway."

"What questions did they ask?"

"Just question but it was broken."

"Broken?"

"Yeah broken they asked who my future husband is going to be and it landed on a bunch of numbers."

"Interesting...what numbers?" Val asks taking in a big swig from his water bottle.

"Let me think, yeah it was four nine one seven." She scrabbles away onto her feet as he sprays the water that had been held in his mouth onto himself and a bit on her.

"What did you say?" He coughs out a few seconds later.

"I said four nine one seven. Why?"

"I know it's just a coincidence but that's the last four numbers of my social security number."

"What are the odds of that?" She asks nervously and very freaked out.

"Who knows really damn low! But you're right Ouija boards are complete shit so don't think too much into it." He himself stands up and quickly walks back to the center of the room, away from her. Tension silently over taking them. It was just a stupid game. Only a coincidence, that she won't ever tell Dom and Deja about....still....

"Come on Zendaya we got work to do!"

"Sorry coming!"

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Manly Conversations Part 2

This was stupid. No stupid was too kind and simple of a term to use. Idiotic was much more fitting. Yeah idiotic worked. Val smirked to nobody proud that he figured that how and turned his car around heading back towards his place. Later he’d text Zendaya, calling would be better; she’d deserve that, on why he didn’t come. He just hoped she would understand him staying away was the best for them both, at least for now.

"That was quick." Maks said without even looking up from the TV.

"Yeah my plans fell through and I just didn’t feel like staying out." It pretty common for both Chmerkovskiy brothers to be out until at least three in the morning, drinking, mingling, even with random hook ups. Having both in was pretty rare.

"Anything good on?" Val asked sitting down on the other side of the couch.

"Nope."

"Alright than sounds good." They sit for a few minutes watching highlights of the same All-Star game that Val had watched earlier in the evening with Kazembe. Or rather the game he had attempted to watch.

The vibration from his pocket served as an unfortunate reminding he forgot to tell Zendaya he wasn’t coming over. That guilt grew as he pulled out the phone and plastered on the front screen was New Text From Zendaya. He pressed in his code hitting read new message.

Zendaya: look what your missing.

Val jumped from the couch, his heart pounding, phone clenched tightly in his hand and raced up the stairs.

"What the hell?!" Maks called out just as the door to one the bedrooms slammed shit.

Zendaya: look at what your missing.

Underneath the words was an image of her wearing a black lingerie with one hand placed in a very compromising position on the bottoms. She was staring right at the camera of her phone pouting sexually.

"Oh shit. Oh God." Val found himself considering screwing his decision of not going to her hotel room. could be there in about fifteen minutes. He could also ignore it, phones make errors from time to time and texts never get sent. Yeah that was poss...his thoughts are shattered by another buzz indicating a text, again from her.

Zendaya: Do you like?

She had actually done it. She fucking did it. The image held within his hand was of his sweet innocent Zendaya (innocent up until a few hours ago) laying naked on the bed that hand playing with her womanhood. His manhood went stiff.

"Holy fuck." Val manages to get out. Go? Ignore? Acknowledge? So many options so many consequences, he right now equally loved and hated her. A new text was waiting.

Zendaya: Click to play video.

A video? A video?! Val knows what it will be; what else in the hell could it be? Don't play it, just hit delete, hit delete, hit delete....instead he presses the text the video pops on the screen. He was going to hell.

Thirty six seconds of her moaning his name, her finger and than fingers moving in and out of all the while staring at the camera of her phone; staring at him. He gives up the fight and removes his pants along with his shirt and heads over to his bed. Standing in his briefs, phone still gripped tightly in hand he is aware he could stop this. But now knows he doesn't want to.

His briefs drop to the ground he places one hand on his dick in classic stroking off position and takes a picture. Making sure it was her name in the send text to box he does that typing in a two word message of God yes. It takes a few minutes for a response, but he kept himself occupied in the most pleasureful way imaginable as he waited.

Zendaya: I want it

Val throws out a laugh, a laugh he hoped wasn't too loud and would draw in Maks to wonder what the hell was going on.

Zendaya: .....in my mouth. Please Val come over!

With those three words he cums, hard. That was a record for him; all because of that girl. Don't do it. Don't do it. He repeats a new mantra even though he knew instantly what he actually was going to do was the opposite. Hitting reply he composes the following message Ill b there in 15. It's when he's quickly putting clothes on she response.

Zendaya: cant wait.

Neither could he. Neither could he.