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sp0o0kylights · 1 year

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“Oh god it’s covered in hearts.” Gareth says, staring horrified at the stage that’s been set up in the cafeteria. Grant and Jeff stand next to him, eyeing the abomination of glitter, paper, and tinsel that’s been shaped into pink and red hearts with a microphone standing proud in the middle.

Several of Hawkin’s jocks are standing to the side, talking amongst themselves, but worse is the crowd of students accumulating in front of the stage.

“You don’t think they’re gonna serenade us for Valentine's Day, do you?” Jeff asks in a similar tone of horror.

Grant makes a disgusted face at the very thought.

“It’s about time they gave me my own mic!” Eddie cackles, slamming his hands down on Gareth and Jeff’s shoulders for leverage, jumping up for a better look (Grant smartly ducked away before his friend can crawl all over him too), “I’ve only been going on about the capitalistic horrors of Valentine's Day since middle school!”

They groan in unison..

Eddie’s got a look on his face that says he’s about to vault up on stage and do this year's rant in style; Gareth will be damned if he lets Eddie get detention on a Hellfire campaign night.

“Eddie, no.” Gareth warns, as his best friend tries to worm his way past them.

“Eddie, yes.” He grins, bolting forward even as multiple hands reach out to yank him back.

“Whatever they’re doing we do not want to get in the middle!” Jeff hisses in his ear as Grant reaches for his middle (already once tricked by grabbing Eddie’s jacket, which he simply shrugged out of). Gareth does his part, holding firmly onto one of Eddie’s hands. Eddie bravely tries to stagger forward, despite the efforts of what looks like some kind of mutant tangle of human limbs.

“Come here microphone, my beloved!” He pants, comically reaching his arms out towards the stage, before Grant promptly stops fooling around and hefts him into the air.

“Nooo--the people need to hear me!” Eddie wails, thrashing.

Gareth rolls his eyes and spots three familiar faces in doing so. Freezes so abruptly that the arm he was holding onto slips out of his grip, allowing Eddie to deploy a tickle attack.

The result is Grant almost throwing him to the floor, with Jeff forced to let go or fall.

Free to cause chaos, Eddie throws his hands in the air, grinning widely.

“Is that…the freshman, up there?” Gareth asks before his best friend can crow victory.

“I’m sure there’s many freshmen up there, buddy.” Grant says with false sincerity as he regains his breath.

“No, not--I mean our freshmen! Henderson, Wheeler, and Sinclair!” He points, and sure enough, on the side of the crowd opposite the jocks, there stood Hellfire’s youngest with their heads put together.

“Now just what are they up to, I wonder?” Eddie ponders aloud, before shrugging his jacket back in place and strutting forward.

Trading uneasy looks with each other, his friends follow.

xXx

“The auction isn’t kicking off until 6 pm.” Henderson says, as he carefully counts the individual bills in his hand. “We know that besides the basketball team and the cheerleading team, they’ve got like, the Mayor involved, and the fire department, which means--”

“A lot of people are going to be there.” Mike interrupts, arms crossed over his arms. “That’s what it means, Dustin. What’s the point if every girl there is going to be bidding on him?”

“Were you even listening, Mike? I just said there’s a bunch of other people they’re auctioning off!”

Wheeler Jr. pulls a face that nearly makes Eddie laugh (and thus give up the fact he was slowly sneaking up on them) before the kid shoots back, “We have five dollars total Dustin. I don’t think that’s going to be enough.”

“Not to buy a whole person.” Eddie says, voice dropping to imitate the current big bad in their D&D campaign, “But five dollars is a fair price for a body part I’d say…”

He trails off with a cackle as the three freshmen startle away from him like spooked horses. “Now what--or who--are you buying?”

“They’re gonna explain it here in a minute,” Dustin says after he recovers, waving at the girls in front of the stage with a hand. “But there’s some big charity fundraiser happening tonight. Right now they’re voting one guy from the basketball team and one girl from the cheerleading squad to represent the school, but they’re auctioning off a bunch of people.” Dustin explains, holding up his fistful of dollars with a wild grin.

“If you’re the highest bidder, you get to spend the day with the person you bid on.” Lucas adds, because Dustin skipped right over that part. “Since it’s Valentine's Day themed, they’re referring to them as “winning a date”.

Well that explained all the giggling cheerleaders.

Eddie raises an eyebrow, “I’d ask if this is Sinclair’s bail money, but as my last two years remind me, it’s only for juniors and seniors. Not--” He playfully slings an arm around Lucas’s shoulders, “--for the darkside’s newest recruits.”

The uncomfortable look Lucas gives him is almost enough to make Eddie feel bad, but it’s not his fault Lucas was tempted by the evils of highschool sportsball. He figures the kid will come to his senses soon enough, and considering how awful the jocks are, it won’t be too long before Sinclair is 100% a Hellfire club member again.

“Which begs the question.” Eddie continues, slinging an arm over Mike’s shoulder as well. “What are you scheming? I’d ask if you’re buying me a date, but,'' He gives an over-dramatic sigh,” alas, no one can survive the charms of Eddie the Banished.”

“Charm is one word for it.” Jeff says, as the rest of Hellfire finally catches up. Gareth and Grant roll their eyes as Mike and Lucas chuckle weakly at Eddie’s exaggerated pout.

He drops his arms from his little lamb’s shoulders, taking a step back and looking around at the growing crowd.

“Hush Jeff. Let’s see if ol’ Eddie can guess who our brethren here have their eyes on. I wonder if…” He trails off, dragging out the last word as he does so before a bright, teasing smile lights up his face. “Aha! I see one Miss Cunningham. Are we bidding on her for Sir Gareth?”

A sputtering noise erupts behind him, as Eddie turns with glee to watch Gareth practically choke on soda he’d just taken a sip of, Grant thumping him on the back.

“Eddie.” Gareth hisses, and somehow it sounds like a warning even if his voice has a slight wheeze to it.

“What?” Eddie says, full of faux innocence. “We all know the lengths you’ve gone to get her attention recently.”

Gareth’s gone bright red, a testament to the fact that he’s been mooning over Chrissy Cunningham since the day she complimented one of his drawings.

His over-the-top moaning of how to woo her away from Jason is a prospect Eddie tolerates only because he himself has gone through great lengths to impress men that will never once look his way, let alone consider him as a romantic option.

(And also because Gareth, as Eddie’s best friend and confidant, was well aware of Eddie’s own crush on one Steve Harrington.

Apparently, Hellfire’s members were just cursed to fall for jocks.)

“They want to bet on Steve.” Mike says with an eye roll, apparently done with this entire charade.

For two seconds Eddie thinks that he’s somehow spoken the part about Steve aloud and that Mike is somehow echoing his deepest, innermost thoughts but is saved from panicking further by Dustin adding;

“We’re gonna make him play a campaign with us.”

The kid’s grin makes his eyes sparkle, which is completely at odds with the way Eddie’s stomach plummets.

“He played D&D with my sister, Eddie.” Lucas says, feigning a hurt look. “My kid sister, but not me?”

“Harrington played D&D?” Gareth’s voice implies he doesn’t believe it, and honestly? Had it not been for the freshmen, he wouldn’t have believed anything that was said about Harrington. He was on the verge of tears with laughter when they told him that the almighty King Steve was their chauffeur. They had to be lying about how often they hung out with Steve to begin with, right? Because there was just no way.

Except they weren’t. They really, really, weren’t.

It only took a handful of times of watching Steve pick them up from Hellfire, and then seeing the entire extended group (including Sinclair’s on-again-off-again girlfriend and Robin Buckley of all people) bouncing around Harrington like over excited puppies all over town.

The arcade. Downtown Hawkins. The local milkshake diner and the stupid movie theater.

Literally.

Everywhere.

“You guys are going to bid on Steve Harrington and make him play D&D.” Jeff clarifies, and Eddie doesn’t blame him for doing that either.

It’s the stupidest thing he’s heard all day, and he spent the last hour and a half listening to Mr. Rulf yawn on about parallelograms.

“Yeah! You guys wanna pitch in and help?”

“Absolutely not.” Eddie sneers. He can’t help himself--this is against everything he’s ever stood for.

Stupid thoughts of stupid Steve going on a stupid date with him, aside.

“Yeah guys, I think we’re gonna eat outside today. If you wanna listen to…whatever,” Jeff casts his eyes towards the cheerleader that’s bounding up the steps of the stage, ponytail bouncing, “ then go right ahead.”

“Oh we don’t need to listen to this.” Dustin dismisses the entire thing with a wave of his hand, making Mike roll his eyes again.

Somewhere in his campaign notes there’s a joke written about Wheeler Jr’s eyes getting stuck like that. Eddie hadn’t planned on bringing it out tonight, but a part of him really wants to.

Maybe if he can talk the freshman out of their idiotic idea, he’ll reward himself and do it tonight anyways.

….Or he could still steal that microphone.

xXx Steve xXx

Steve has no idea how he got talked into this.

Actually, that’s a lie, he knows how it started: a phone call, his mother, and a sudden way for her to be in the spotlight for her yearly fifteen minutes of Hawkins fame. He just can’t recall why he agreed to it.

“It's an opportunity, Steven." She says, heels clicking against the department store tile.

An embarrassment is what it was, but Steve knew better than to tell his mother that.

"You should be honored that Wendy--that’s the head chair of the charity board, you remember her don't you? She used to attend your piano recitals--she asked for you personally." His mother expertly plucked a shirt from the rack, holding it up to the light.

"Those were your parties mom, not my piano recitals." Steve reminds her as she holds the shirt out to him. He took it, adding it to the stack he had in his hands.

The parties were the exact same kind of shit this as this “Valentine's Day Fundraiser” a way for rich people to celebrate themselves by making others uncomfortable.

Only instead of being forced to play piano so his mothers friends could wine and dine with the famous Harrington's, he was being hauled up in front of the entire town (or whoever was attending this stupid event) and auctioned off as a “date” to the highest bidder.

(“It’s for one day, Steven, don’t be so dramatic. Why is your generation entirely incapable of taking a joke and having fun?” His mother had said, when he tried to tell her he wasn’t comfortable with the idea.

Of course there was no answer that would please her; soon enough, Steve found himself dragged about town as his mother played dress up.)

"You'll be standing alongside the Mayor, the fire department, even that idiot, Mary Marie--"

She stops for a moment, eyeing a jacket with a critical eye.

Just as quickly she dismisses it with a hum, prowling on to the next section.

"--the point is that there will be plenty of candidates for the children to pick from, but you’ll be the only hero up there."

That same critical eye turns on him, appraising him like he was no more than a horse in her stable, adding up imperfections and dividing amongst his best qualities.

(Despite a lifetime of training, it still takes everything in him not to squirm.)

"Not to mention a Harrington.” She purrs, taking a step closer to run a manicured hand down the front of his shirt, smoothing away a stray crease. “Women will be throwing money to win a day with you."

Steve has to fight not to outright shudder.

"Which means you have to look your best. Now stop whining, we’re almost done.”

Steve doubts that, but it doesn’t matter; he never had a choice to begin with.

xXx

Four hours, one shower, and several rounds of his mother’s nagging and meticulous styling, ,Steve finds himself back in Hawkin’s High, staring at the gym.

His mother had long swept past him, having spotted some high school friends and gone over to lord her lifestyle and general wealth over them.

For a fundraiser, the charity board in charge had spared no expense in dressing the gym up. Red, pink and white balloons decorated the doorways and a large stage hauled to one end.

Tables with thick, white table cloth are artfully arranged about the floor, caterers swiftly moving between them.

This is probably the fanciest this gym has ever looked, and Steve wants to be anywhere but inside it.

“Oh--Steve.” A gentle voice says next to him, and Steve turns his head in surprise to see Chrissy Cunningham look nervously up at him. “I didn’t know you’d be here.”

“Me neither honestly.” He tells her, watching the way that makes the younger woman smile. “But I’ve been volun-told to be auctioned off. What about yourself?”

Chrissy runs her hands down her dress, a modest if not beautiful blue halter dress , wincing as she snags a nail on it. “The school held a vote at lunch about who would represent the school tonight. All of the varsity cheerleaders and basketball players were involved.”

“I see.” Steve says, keeping his voice gentle and playful. There had always been a part of Chrissy that had reminded him of El. Someone who needed kind words in their life. “You got voted as tonight’s sacrifice, huh?”

Chrissy laughs at that, hand flying to cover her mouth. “I guess you could say that.” She says, and seems surprised at herself for it.

“Did Jason get picked too?” Steve asks. It would make sense if he was, the guy was the basketball Captain after all.

Chrissy nods, then chews on her lip. “Yes but--he’s not happy about it,”

Steve snorts and tries to cover it with a cough. “None of us are.”

“It’s more that I’m being auctioned off.”

Chrissy must catch the look on his face because she rushes to add; “You know, like any boyfriend would be! I know it’s just supposed to be a fun silly thing and they’re not really dates but…” She trails off, voice growing quieter at the end. “He worries.”

The word “worry” sounds like it means something else entirely.

Steve feels for her.

“Hey, if Jason’s an ass about it, let me know.” Steve says after a moment of shared silence. “You don’t deserve to deal with him being a kid about this shit.”

Chrissy blinks up at him at that, hand almost to her mouth as though she’d subconsciously raised them up to chew on her nails. “Thanks Steve. That’s nice of you.” She whispers it, and Steve nods and smiles at her.

“There you two are!” A woman says, rushing over with a clipboard. “Steve Harrington and Chrissy Cunningham, right? We’re gathering all the dates behind those doors.” She turns and points to the opposite end of the gym. “If you both would follow me please?”

Steve motions for Chrissy to go first, and moves to follow her when a flash of curls crushed down by a blur of white, blue and electric yellow catches his eye.

He turns automatically, seeking it out and sure enough, ducking down the hall is Henderson, Sinclair hot on his heels.

A familiar mixture of emotions lights up Steve’s spine, and he knows immediately he won’t be able to rest until he figures out what the gremlins are up to--because their Hellfire Club was supposedly canceled today on grounds that Munson had stolen a microphone, or some other crap.

“I’m really sorry, I’ll join you in a second!” Steve calls, before darting down the hall, after them.

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stillgotme · 4 months

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and maybe it'll all make sense at the end of the world

#the sims 4 #ts4 #ts4 render #sims 4 #ts4 story #simblr #aliya's sims #valerie #chance #gen 2 #redemption #FUCK YEAH BABY WE GOT ANOTHER MOVIE POSTER #can you guys see the notebook influence here #really leaning into the water motifs i've inadvertently built up in this story #please listen to the song #it's good for your soul and my soul and everyone's soul #I'M FUCKIN READY #happy valentine's day 💖

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spike-and-faye · 26 days

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#it’s been a minute since I posted a shitty meme I edited using Snapchat 💕✨#here you go babies #cowboy bebop #faye valentine #meme #jet black #radical edward #spike Spiegel #ein #stupid shit made by madi #brain scratch

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loptrcoptr · 4 months

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Ten years ago, a little baby loptrcoptr (then under the username daysoffuturepasta), freshly in love with Norse mythology, decided to make a few Norse-myth-meme valentines. I did seven rounds of these things (technically 6 and 1/2) for a total of seven years and I had a lot of fun. Even made some for my grad department to put around the place, and once shoved them into friends’ pockets on a night out to see how long it took them to find each one.

Now, in honor of the tenth anniversary of these trashy little things, have one more!

(Also totally message me to tell me which ones were your faves!)

#I think old Norse Loki and the birds say you’re hot and skirnir’s one… and mimir yeah. those are my faves.#and for any of you about to come up in here like ‘Ellis ragnarok isn’t the end of all things per se you should-‘ I know I know let me live #Norse mythology valentines #ten fucking years oh my god?? I had thought maybe nine but not ten #in my head I didn’t get in the Norse nerd path until I was like 23 but this means I was 21 #21!! just a baby. goddamn that feels like ages ago #happy Valentine’s Day (a few hours early here but whatever!)

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beeholyshit · 4 months

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I never properly said how they met so...

#(🍰) *⁠.⁠✧ — Maroon #(☆) ｡⁠.ﾟ—⁠ Silver #everytime I draw Giovanni I lose a year of life because I hate him with all my life you have no idea #now I need 🧘🧘🧘🧘 inner peace ooom #ok back with the comic #as I said. I never properly talked about how they met I think #so basically that's what happened yes. after that Giovanni kept visiting because Silver would start crying sometimes #because little baby missed Maroon's soup #I think Maroon would have give Giovanni the recipe at some point but it wasn't the same #also theybstarted to get along because Maroon loved Silver and. and. slowly started to love Giovanni too #and of course he had his own feeling for her because wow she takes care of my child and me wow she cute #eventually happends tha thing. and well #this is a reminder for myself to update Maroon's lore post #maybe tomorrow if I remember #BUT HEY I FINALLY MADE ONE OF THE COMIC I HAVE ON MY LIST YAHOOO 🎉🎊🎉🎉🎊#still got a few more on pending but for now I have to work on other things for valentine's day 🫡🫡#I missed Maroon that's it #should I add Silver's tag here too?#pokespe parents #📖 //⁠ Pokespe comics #pokespe #pokemon special #pokemon adventures

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vaguely-concerned · 7 months

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sometimes I think about the fact that bacta lost his virginity to tryst's sister. who looks enough like him that they easily pass for each other when they swap clothes. *touches ground gingerly* something psychosexual happened here. (good for rendezvous honestly it isn't her fault her brother is too emotionally dense and/or dysfunctional to get in there.) and then the next morning he found out the first person he was ever in love with probably isn't dead after all and never contacted him. it's a lot, to be a bacta in this world. single father despite having three co-parents, harried husband and grieving widower who's never once been married but is sometimes for sure divorced, teenage boy at his first real party, 'as your doctor I feel compelled to point out -- okay, that's, you're doing it anyway, sure, why not ', haunted veteran at the tender age of 17, owner of what must be the most common face across the galaxy, parentified oldest sibling despite being the youngest adult on the crew, sole qualified clipboard holder....... he's somehow doing it all at the same time and he's doing it on phindar, while making cupcakes

#'I have lived with a valentine for five years' he says in the voice of a man desperately trying to make this marriage work by will alone #campaign star wars #bacta #bactatryst #is that the ship name? I feel like I've seen that around it seems right #I feel so free in terms of campaign star wars ships honestly it's the only taste I've ever had of the peace of being a multishipper #zeblue is way too intense and weird and fucked up for me to wish it on anyone else to get involved in that (affectionate) but otherwise...#it's all good baby. no wrong answers here. is this why multishippers seem so chill you guys have escaped samsara I guess #anyway I love bacta with my whole heart. he tries so hard and it matters so much #even when it doesn't matter at all it matters so much #rendezvous looked at mr bacta 'black widow' mynock and was like 'that sign can't stop me I'm a valentine I can't read' and she was RIGHT TO

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yohankang · 1 year

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Favorite Bang Won moments 11/?

Then, hate and resent me! So that I can kill you.

My Country: The New Age (2019)

#my country: the new age #my country the new age #mctna #kdramaedit #kdramadaily #kdramasource #asiandramanet #asiandramasource #userfra #userrenee #userstorge #bang won tuesday #m*gifs #sorry i don't have any valentine's set for you :( but #*turns to 7 of my followers* here's a bang won set #<3 #bang won... baby... who are you trying to hurt here #i hate him so much but i love him so much

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cryscendo · 4 months

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glee tarot deck - XII. the hanged man

upright: sacrifice, release, martyrdom, new perspectives

reversed: resistance, needless sacrifice, indecision, impulsiveness

The Hanged Man is a card about suspension, not life or death. He reminds you that sometimes you have to put everything on hold before you can take the next step, or the universe will do it on your behalf — and most definitely in an inconvenient moment. When the querent stops resisting and accepts vulnerability, The Hanged Man will be able to offer his solutions. He sees the world differently, has almost mystical insights. Trust the process of accepting these new perspectives, and typically only good can come out of it.

#glee #my edit #my stuff #blaine anderson #glee tarot deck #episode: the purple piano project #episode: loser like me #i know yall were probably waiting for him #here he is <3 #also happy valentine’s day so here’s a set for glee’s favourite dreamboat #trade baby queues for wide eyed browns

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hearts-hunger · 1 year

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Read on AO3 | Masterlist

Summary: You and Josh celebrate Valentine's Day. || Standalone fic in the Cabin Fever universe

Pairings: Josh Kiszka x Reader | Genre: Fluff | Word Count: 2.1k | Warnings: None!

A/N: Happy day after Valentine's! Sorry I didn't get this out yesterday, but I hope it's cute enough to make up for it! ♡

You stood outside the studio in the chilly February evening, watching the street lamps come on as you waited for your boyfriend. Josh and the boys had been working long days in the studio; today was no exception, even with it being Valentine's Day. You understood that they had work to get done, and you were happy to be patient and have your celebration with Josh when he was done.

Still, you hadn't been able to resist showering him with little treats throughout the day. You’d brought him and the boys red and pink frosted donuts that morning, and you'd brought Josh’s favorite takeout for lunch in the afternoon. You’d texted him love notes as he worked, and he’d responded to your most recent one with a kissy face and almost done in here, be out soon; you watched the door eagerly and imagined what sort of plans Josh would have for the rest of your night.

After a few more minutes of waiting, the door opened and Josh came out looking for you. He was happy to see you, and you felt a glow in your chest as he came over to you with a big, sweet smile. He didn’t say anything, just took your in a tight bear hug and gave a long, contented sigh.

“Hi, baby,” he said after a moment. “I’m glad you’re here.”

“Me too, honey.” You pulled back just enough to give him a kiss. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

He grinned. “Happy Valentine's Day,” he said. “You want to see what I got you?”

You nodded, watching with excitement as he pulled something out of his jacket pocket. He presented his gift to you with a boyish smile.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” he said. In his hand was a singular, pink, heart-shaped lollipop.

“Oh,” you said, before you could stop yourself. You tried to quiet the part of you that was a little disappointed; you didn’t need anything for Valentine’s to know Josh loved you, and it was a sweet gesture even if it was a little... simple.

“You don’t like it?” he asked.

You looked up at him. “Oh, no, I love it,” you said quickly. You smiled and kissed his cheek. “Thank you, sweetheart.”

“It’s pink lemonade,” he said, and you could tell he was regretting his choice of gift. “Just like you like.”

“It is my favorite flavor,” you agreed.

He fished in his pocket and pulled out another one.

“I have one for me too,” he said. “I thought...” He rubbed the back of his neck, bashful, and you took pity on your poor boyfriend who only thought to get you a lollipop for Valentine’s.

“You thought what?” you asked.

He shrugged. “I thought it would be nice to sit out here on the sidewalk like we always do and talk for a little bit. And have lollipops.” He gave you a smile that was more of a grimace. “I dropped the ball pretty hard on this one, huh?”

Your smile was fond and forgiving. “No, honey. I think that sounds wonderful. Thank you for thinking of it.” Even if you had been imagining more than one piece of candy, you liked the idea of sitting and talking for a while.

You sat down on the edge of the sidewalk, tugging on his hand to get him to sit next to you. He did, holding his hand out to take your lollipop wrapper when you opened it.

“Let me take a picture,” you said, holding your lollipop out in front of you. “Hold yours up too.”

He did, and you snapped a picture of the pink and red candies in the light of the warm street lamp. You turned your phone towards him.

“Big smile,” you said.

He gave you a beaming grin. “Big smile!”

You laughed and took the picture, knowing you’d cherish that one as long as you lived. Josh was your sunshine no matter what, and his smile never failed to draw one out from you.

You put your phone away and leaned close for a kiss. He gave you a goofy muah.

“A real one,” you giggled.

He smiled and kissed you properly, slow and deep and sugary-sweet. “I love you, baby.”

You draped your arm over his shoulder and played with his hair while you caught your breath.

“I love you too, Josh,” you said softly. “And I love my Valentine’s gift. Just being with you is perfect.”

He kissed you again for a long while, and even after he asked you to tell him how your day was, he often interrupted you with soft kisses. When your lollipops were gone, you shared the last American Spirit in his pack; you talked and laughed on the sidewalk like you used to do before you were dating, just enjoying each other’s company. You’d spent countless hours out here in front of the studio as friends, both of you flirting with each other but too afraid to make a move; as much as you’d loved it then, you loved it even more now that you were a couple.

“You ready to head home?” Josh asked after a while. “I’ll make dinner.”

“Pizza, please,” you said.

He grinned. “Now, who could have guessed that?” Though Josh would readily admit that his twin had taken most of the talent in the cooking department, everyone agreed that Josh’s homemade pizza was unmatched, and you often asked him to make it for you.

He took your hand as he stood, the two of you walking together to where you’d parked the Jeep. Josh let you pick the music as he drove home, and you put on Aerie.

“You have excellent taste in music,” Josh said. “Whoever turned you on to John Denver must be a musical genius.”

You lightly punched his shoulder. “Musical genius, huh?”

He laughed. “Yeah. Wouldn’t you say so?”

You leaned your head against his arm. “Yeah, I’d say so.”

Josh sang or hummed along at various points; as you always did, you loved to listen to his voice.

“John Denver’s version of this song is better than the original,” Josh said confidently when “Everyday” came on. “The way he plays with the cadence, makes it folksy — listen.”

You smiled as you looked over at him. You’d heard the song plenty of times, but you liked to watch Josh feel the music as he sang it.

“Love like yours will surely come my way,” he sang, each note warm with admiration for the style of one of his favorite musicians. “Love like ours will sure be here to stay.”

You played with his free hand, running your fingers over his knuckles. “You’re right. His version is better.”

Josh smiled over at you. “That’s my girl.”

When you arrived home, Josh declined your offer to help him get his things out of the back of the car.

“You go on inside,” he said. “It’s only one or two things I have to grab.”

You did as he said, happy to be home; you unlocked the front door and slipped your shoes off before you came into the living room.

“Oh!”

The living room of your apartment was decorated top to bottom in festive, tasteful decorations put up with careful attention to detail. Dozens of hand-cut construction paper hearts were taped to the walls; polaroids of you and Josh were interspersed among them, each one a sweet or goofy moment from the past six months since you’d started dating. Glittery balloons and red streamers trailing down from the ceiling framed the nest of pillows and blankets carefully set up around a cutting board full of snacks and a bottle of wine. White fairy lights crisscrossed overhead, giving the whole scene a soft, cosy glow.

You ran back outside and fairly tackled Josh with a hug. He laughed as he caught you against him.

“What’s this for?” he teased.

“Oh, you —! Joshua Kiszka, I can’t stand you sometimes!” You pulled him down for a kiss. “And you let me believe you got me a lollipop for Valentine’s.”

He chuckled. “I did, didn’t I? I just forgot to mention all the other stuff I got you.”

He went inside with you, and he wore a bashful but pleased smile when you gushed over how pretty it looked and how much you loved the effort he’d gone to.

“You like it?” he asked, taking you in his arms.

You beamed up at him. “I love it. Thank you, Josh.”

“My pleasure, sweetheart.” He kissed your nose. “Stay here for just one minute, okay?”

You smiled. “What now?”

He smirked. “I guess you’ll just have to be patient, now won’t you?”

He went down the hall to your bedroom, and you had a few chocolate-covered strawberries while you waited for him to come back.

“Bath’s almost ready for you, baby,” Josh said when he returned. “I put out some pajamas for you on the bed, too.”

“Thank you,” you said, touched that he’d done even more for you even after all this.

He smiled. “You’re welcome, love. Why don’t you go unwind for a while, and I’ll get started on your pizza, hm?”

You kissed him again before you left, and you listened to him singing the same song from the drive home as he started making dinner — come what may, do you ever long for true love from me? You went into the bathroom, your heart wobbling as you saw he’d left you dozens of red sticky notes in the shape of a heart on the mirror, each one bearing a handwritten note.

To my beloved, the middle one read in his messy, lovely handwriting. Happy Valentine’s Day, baby!

He’d set the tub to fill, and while you waited you read each note where he told you how beautiful you were and how much he loved you. The tub was bedecked with candles and rose-petal bath salts, and you sank into the luxuriously warm water when it was ready.

After a few minutes, you heard a knock on the door. “Baby?”

“Come in,” you said, and you smiled when Josh peeked around the door.

“I brought you some wine,” he said. He came in and handed you a glass, clinking his own against it. “Bajabule.”

You smiled up at him. “Can you stay for a minute?”

“Oh, if you insist,” he teased. He sat on the edge of the tub, and you took a moment to admire him in the candlelight. He looked cosy and warm in his soft white sweater, his cheeks rosy from the heat of the bath, and his curls shone gold as he ran his hand through them.

“Thank you for doing all this for me,” you said.

He grinned. “You’re very welcome, baby. I almost caved earlier, at the studio — you looked so sad that I’d only gotten you one single lollipop. I wanted to tell you so bad.”

You gave a soft laugh. “I didn’t mean to be unhappy,” you said. “I would have loved it even if that’s all you’d done.”

He leaned down to kiss you, and you touched a hand to his jaw.

“I love you,” he said gently.

“I love you too.”

He kissed you languidly for a few moments, then gave you a last, reluctant-to-leave kiss.

“Let me go make sure your pizza’s not burning,” he said. “We can watch a movie or something when you’re ready.”

“Our movie?” you asked.

He chuckled. “Sure, baby.”

When you’d gotten out of the tub and dressed in the cosy pajamas Josh set out for you, you went back out to the living room to join him for dinner. The two of you watched Dirty Dancing as you ate; when the pizza was gone, you shared the snacks and opened the second bottle of wine.

By the end of the movie, both of you were giggly and flushed, steadily getting more tipsy and more handsy with each other. Josh was singing “now I’ve had the time of my life,” in a deep, exaggerated voice; you laughed and moved close to him, peppering his face with kisses.

“Did you have a good Valentine's Day, baby?” he asked, his smile warm against your cheek as he kissed you.

“Of course I did,” you said. You straddled his waist and loved the way his cheeks pinked as he looked up at you with love and desire.

“I think I know the perfect way to end it,” you said, carding your hands through his hair. “What do you think?”

He sighed against your mouth. “I think you’ve got some killer ideas, baby.”

His hands wandered over you, wanting and gentle and speaking of his love for you in more than words. This had been what you wanted for Valentine's Day, and though you loved and cherished Josh’s kindness to you, you knew you would have been happy just to be close to him.

You cradled his face in your hands and kissed him.

“I love you, Josh,” you said. “Happy Valentine's Day.”

He smiled and kissed you back. “Happy Valentine's Day, baby. I love you too.”

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bikerboyfriend · 1 month

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screenshot dump

#dino.png #myV: léo-vincent valentine #cyberpunk 2077 #léo-vincent infodump of the day #ermmmmmm lets do a big one #oh yeah. here's some lore from the 10k word docu i have #léo-vin's mother was a joytoy. completely unplanned pregnancy & he was born prematurely. he was born in some random motel bathroom #miracle birth but they expected him to die soon anyw. bc otherwise she thought she'd mercy-kill him #bc she believed nothing was crueler than having a child in NC. and she also didnt want one #but he survives somehow and so hes just kind of there. she doesnt rlly.. idk...its very complicated but-#-from his memories he thinks she didnt really like him #oh yeah important note: his mother's 'friend' who assisted giving birth to him was padre's late ex wife #they were estranged but she picked up when she called #so hes like...a godfather in a way #his mother didnt want to name him bc she didnt want to grow attached to him. so léo never actually is never named.#they essentially started calling him 'baby valentine' (his mothers 'stage name' was valentine)#he starts going by V later and then when he meets jackie and mama welles #she wants to get his name incase anything happens to him and they wanna memorialise him. and shes like #even if you dont want to tell me just write it on a piece of paper and i wont look until then #he tells her she doesnt have a name. all three parts of his name (léo-vincent valentine)#are like...hand-picked. but that is all for the infodump. Okay bye

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pinkydude · 1 year

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Valentin & Mitch | 565/?? | warm morning 🧡

#Cyberpunk 2077 #Mitch Anderson #Valentin Da Silva #Aldecaldos #OTP: High Voltage #MLM #Screenshot #Virtual Photography #Two Mimir....#hguezhui TAGGING EVEN THO IM Fucking censored but Hey #I can't even search for my own posts on my own blog I hate it here god #but yeeeeeeeeh babies cuddling #-insert Oh I wish that were me Guy here-

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ghstslut · 1 year

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❣️ lovefool ❣️

#i still have like 2 more from the valentine's pics i think lmso #anyway here #me #bi girls #cute girls #soft girls #babygirl #curvy girls #baby #brat #cute #ok to reblog

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Jasmine: (Perfectly asleep curled up in Danse’s arms, her fingers gripping the fabric of his new minuteman coat)

Dogmeat: (Wags his tail when he sees Danse enter the house with the teen girl)

Danse: (Being extra careful not to jostle her, his embrace comfy and cozy like a warm ball of bread dough)

Hancock: (Makes room on the sofa) “Bring the baby sister here.” (Fluffs up a pillow)

Danse: (Gently lays Jazzy down on the sofa, rubbing her back)

Hancock: (Cautiously drapes a blanket over the teen) “Careful now, act like you’re laying down Mini Nuke in a crib….”

Jasmine: (Sleepily coos as she reaches up to wrap her big brother up in a hug) “G’night Danse, luv ya….” (Kisses him on the cheek then nuzzles onto his shoulder)

Danse: “Uh……” (Malfunctions and freezes in place, unsure what to do with this gesture of affection from this tiny kitten)

Nick: “Well would ya look at that…” (Grins proudly at his kids from across the room)

Hancock: (Huffs softly) “Now ain’t that just the sweetest thing I’ve seen my lifetime.”

Codsworth: “Oh I must say that I agree with Mayor Hancock on this one!”

Nick: (Crosses the room to put a friendly hand on Danse’s back)

Dogmeat: (Licks Danse’s hands to try and break him out of his stupor)

Piper: (Absolutely fawning over this moment) “Awww, if only I had my camera on me!!!”

Deacon: “I could totally say something snappy and witty here- but today I am feeling generous and feel inclined not to.” (Zips his lips with a cheeky grin) “You’re both adorable though.”

Danse: (Tenderly lays the girl back down and covers her with the blanket once more)

Jasmine: (Reaches to snatch his hand in hers, humming as she makes herself nice and comfy)

Preston: (Smiles softly) “To think how far you’ve come, Danse….”

Curie: (Puts a hand over her heart) “Ah Monsieur Danse! I believe the child has finally taken a liking to you! She did not try to scratch your face this time!”

Danse: (Pets the kittens curls, watching drift off back into sleep)

MacCready: (Crosses his arms with a satisfied look) “Now doesn’t this beat the hoity-toity soldier life any old day, eh Danse?”

Cait: (Takes a sip of her herbal tea as she grins) “Y’know- a girl really does love a good strong family man.”

Danse: (Glances around the room with slightly watery eyes) “…..Is this what having a family actually feels like?”

Nick: (Pats the former paladin on the back) “Welcome to the family big guy- you’re home.”

X6: (Courser grunt and nod of approval from his spot in the back corner)

(Yes- this is a parallel to this because we love Danse here and he deserves a family that won’t turn their back on him)

#Everyone shut up- this family is being cute right now.#Please- they all deserve the world and a happy ending.#And Jazzy totally has everyone wrapped around her fingers. She is so stinking cute when she’s not pining to maul someone.#Or string someone up and beat them like a piñata. This little gal can be incredibly violet.#But here she is a sweet baby!!! Look at that little kitten!!!#Look at how proud Nick is!!! Look at how happy Danse is now that he is apart of this family!!!#fo4 #fallout companions #fallout 4 companions #fo4 companions #paladin danse #danse fallout 4 #dogmeat #dogmeat fallout 4 #cait #cait fallout 4 #cait fo4 #curie #piper wright #nick valentine #x6 88 #robert joseph maccready #maccready #preston garvey #codsworth #john hancock #fallout 4 oc #fallout 4 original character #fallout oc #fallout original character

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