#oh who cares happy early valentines day

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BE MY VALENTINE — MINHO.

pairing: minho x reader(afab) genre: smut, NSFW warnings: established relationship, very soft sex, morning sex, creampie a/n: it’s part of my valentine’s collab!

the series of small kisses all over your face woke you up. you pouted at first, feeling the fingers delicately touching your cheeks. who would disturb you so early in the morning?

of course, today was february 14th. you totally forgot about it, being half asleep. you face immediately lit up with happiness, because who else besides your boyfriend could decide to wake you up in such a cute way.

when minho saw that you had your eyes open, he smiled at you tenderly.

“good morning, my love.”

“morning…” you hummed, closing your eyes again and trying to hide your face in the curve of your boyfriend’s neck.

minho wrapped his arms tightly around your waist, pulling you closer. you felt so secure and so warm right now. the smell of his shampoo was so familiar that you nuzzled his neck harder. he smelled like home.

minho chuckled. “don’t wanna get up?”

“mhm.” you shook your head.

“okay… let’s cuddle for a bit.” minho agreed to your lazy mood.

although he had planned a lot for the day, it could wait. he didn’t mind if you wanted to spend some lazy time together. he left one hand wrapped around your waist, while the other started caressing your thigh, drawing circles on it.

you actually managed to fall asleep again for a while. but the sudden ache between your legs woke you up. you opened your eyes, only to find minho looking at you with tenderness. his hand was still on your thigh, but not with the intention to turn you on.

giving him a caring smile, you pulled him by the neck, now making it into a real kiss.

what was meant to be a loving gesture, just to show how much you adore your boyfriend, escalated into a heavy make out quickly. minho didn’t get why you were all over him so suddenly, but he didn’t mind it at all. he just played along, sliding his hand closer to your panties.

“minho-” was all you said against his lips.

but it was enough for him to understand.

“fuck- you’re so wet, baby. i could slip right in.” he gasped, gathering some of your arousal with the pads of his fingers. it actually amazed him how wet you were already. pleased with the mess that he found between your legs, he circled his finders around your clit for a bit — just to tease you.

you couldn’t even come up with a proper sentence, only moans were a signal of how good you felt. minho chuckled. he wanted to play with you so badly, to hear you plea for his touch, but he couldn’t do it on a day like this.

“c’mon then.” he gestured you to climb on top of him.

“noooo,” you whined. “i don’t have the evergy to ride your dick.”

minho shot you a dirty glare, but complied. in a matter of seconds, he flipped you around, so your back was pressing against his toned chest. you could only hear him pull out his dick and start stroking it. it was nothing but slick sound and his heavy breathing behind you.

you wiggled your ass in anticipation. “babyyyy- i need you.”

“you know i can’t just put it in.” minho gave your ass a light smack in response. “wait a bit.”

as he promised, soon enough you felt the mattress sagging next to you. minho scooted closer, lifting your leg up and gliding his dick between your folds. oh, you were dripping wet. he didn’t even need to do anything more.

slowly, minho pushed his cock in and bottomed out, earning a pleased sigh from you.

“i’ve missed you so bad, baby.” he hummed into your neck as his cock started to slide in and out of your pussy.

minho wasn’t rough with it. quite the opposite. the pace was so slow and steady, it almost made you want to beg him for more. but it was satisfying even like that. his heavy breathing was ticking your neck, you could feel his chest rising up and down and his hand was holding you firmly in place.

you bit down on your bottom lip, trying not to be too embarrassingly loud. “you missed me? we just had sex yesterday.”

“and so what? i miss your pretty pussy everyday.” he said, making you laugh.

“you are unbearable, you know it?”

“that’s why you love me.” you could feel him smiling behind you. the moment that you were sharing right now felt so intimate, far from the usual rough sex you two liked.

minho’s thrusts became a bit faster. your eyes were rolling back in satisfaction. it felt so good, so safe and secure. you wanted to stay in that moment forever. your eyes shut as you were taking him all in. his hand then went to play with your clit, getting you to the edge even faster.

his cock was thick enough to make you cum, but minho just couldn’t keep his hands away from your pussy. his fingers were fully covered with your arousal. unable to resist the urge, he brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking on them with loud noises. and that alone made your pussy clench harder around him.

as he finished licking off your juices, the thrusts continued with a much faster pace. you could feel he was getting close — the dick was twitching so much inside you.

“minho–” you moaned, not really paying attention to the words that left your lips anymore. “s-so good-“

minho was making you feel so good on his cock, hitting every right spot. your brain became cloudy, thoughts weren’t forming properly anymore. you could feel your orgasm approaching.

“are you close, baby?” minho whispered right into your ear. you nodded eagerly. “then cum with me.”

the combination of his soft voice, quiet whimpers, his body pressing against you, and, of course, his dick destroying you from the inside, did their job. your legs started trembling as you moaned loudly before reaching your orgasm.

minho was chasing his release just right after you. your pussy felt so warm and familiar around him… he didn’t want to cum, he didn’t want to end this feeling. he just wanted to stay buried inside you for the rest of the day. but that didn’t stop the fact that was so so close to cumming.

he muttered a few words about how much he loves you, before you felt the warmth in your cunt. his cum filled you up so nicely, making you squirm.

both of you tried to catch your breaths as minho’s hand ran up and down your back. he remained buried inside of you. he wouldn’t take it out unless you asked him to. 

for a bit you just laid down, letting the moment settle in. you listened to each other’s breaths. the feeling of secureness and love grew inside you and it almost made you tear up.

but your stomach made you aware of it’s presence, growling loudly.

“we should eat something for breakfast.” you spoke.

“no.” minho replied, tugging you impossibly closer to him. “let’s wait for another five minutes.” 

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Valentine’s Day smut w Ethan Landry since tomorrow Valentine’s Day and I’m kinda lonely 🥲

I ended up going all in on this lmao. It's 3.6k words, I hope you like it!!!

The Admirer - Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

This contains SMUT - Minors DNI

Summary: After swearing off Valentine's Day, your secret admirer gives you hope that not all guys suck.

Contains: *Oral - f and m recieving, fluff, inexperienced!Ethan*

A/N: I got another request after this one for a non-smut Valentine's Day fic, and I might not make it to that one today. I'm so sad about it😫

Valentine’s Day, or as you liked to call it ‘Just another regular day’, isn’t something you celebrated. You used to hope that someone would do something special for you, but after your previous boyfriend dropped the ball every single year and didn’t see the point of celebrating it when you’d go all out for him, you stopped caring about the holiday. This year, with you being single, you were happy that you weren’t going to feel disappointed by the lack of someone else’s effort.

As you got up to get ready, your roommate was heading out the door to get to her first class early.

“Awww,” you heard her say, angling your head to see what she was talking about. “There’s some balloons and roses out here.”

“Who do you think left it for you?” you asked, as she shook her head.

“No babe, this is for you. Look!” She brought the basket containing all the cute Valentine’s Day stuff over to you. You glanced at the tag, seeing your name. “This is so cute! It doesn’t say who it’s from, though.”

“This is probably some kind of prank,” you scoffed, as she rolled her eyes.

“What college kid is going to spend that kind of money on long stemmed red roses for a prank?” she asked, smiling at you. “You have a secret admirer!”

You tried to fight the smile that was forming on your lips, but you couldn’t. This was the sweetest thing anyone had ever done for you.

“Ooh, they left a card, too,” she said, pulling the envelope out of the basket. “Open it!”

“Okay, okay. Jeez,” you said, peeling the heart-shaped sticker that was sealing the envelope.

You smiled as you started to read it, a blush creeping up on your cheeks.

“What does it say?” she squealed, as you giggled at her excitement. “Sorry, this is just so cute. I need to know.”

“Okay,” you sighed, “It says: I hope you don’t mind me doing this for you. I think you’re really special, and you deserve to be treated like you are. I’d like to take you to dinner tonight if you’re interested. I know it’d be easier for you to make that decision if you know who I am, but I’m a little nervous. I got you a present, and if you do want to take a chance with me, I’d like you to wear it. I’ll see you around today, and if you are wearing it, I’ll meet you in the flower garden at seven.”

Your roommate saw a jewelry box sitting in the basket, “Oh shit, this must be what he wants you to wear!”

She grabbed it and handed it to you. As you opened the box, you smiled at the sweet gesture. “It’s a necklace with a little heart on it,” you squealed, showing her before snapping the box shut.

“Are you going to wear it?” she asked, a huge smile on her face.

“Yeah, I think I can give whoever that did all this for me a chance,” you said, taking the necklace out of the box and hooking the clasp around the back of your neck.

“He said he’ll see you around today, I wonder who it is,” she sat there thinking. “I bet it’s someone you already know.”

“That’s the thing, I know a lot of people. Fingers crossed that it isn’t the creepy English professor,” you sighed, starting to get nervous.

“I don’t think it’s him. There’s no way he’d walk into our dorms with roses and balloons and drop them off outside a student’s door,” she said, “Okay, get up! You need to get ready so you can figure out who this is!”

You made it through your first two classes of the day, and still had no idea who your secret admirer was. You were hoping that it would be obvious. When you sat down to have lunch with your friends, Tara looked over and saw the necklace.

“Aww, that’s so cute! Is it new?” she asked, as Ethan and Chad walked up to the table, sitting down with their lunch.

“Yeah, someone left some stuff outside of my dorm for me this morning. This was in a jewelry box,” you smiled, as Tara started to get excited.

“Do you know who left it?” Mindy asked, glancing over to Ethan.

“No, but whoever it is wants me to meet them in the flower garden at seven,” you smirked, “I’m really excited.”

Ethan was trying to fight the smile on his face as Chad fist-bumped him under the table.

“That’s really sweet, I bet he’s a good dude,” Chad said, taking a bite of his food.

“I hope so. No one’s ever done anything like this for me before,” you said, “I was hoping I’d figure out who it was before tonight. The card that was with the stuff said he’ll see me around today.”

“Maybe you already have seen him today,” Mindy mumbled as she scrolled through her phone.

“Yeah, maybe,” Ethan said, rubbing the back of his neck. He was starting to wonder what your reaction would be later in the night when you walked out to the flower garden and saw him sitting there. As happy as you were with what he’d done for you, he was still scared of rejection. “I think I need to get to my next class.”

“Dude, it doesn’t start for thirty minutes,” Chad said, before noticing the anxiety on Ethan’s face. “But I don’t blame you for wanting to beat the heavy foot traffic.”

“Yeah, it can get a little crazy. I’ll see you guys later,” Ethan said, standing up and throwing away the rest of his food.

“That was weird,” Mindy said, as Chad nudged her with his foot under the table. “What?”

After lunch, the rest of the day flew by. When you made it back to your dorm, your roommate helped you get ready.

“You look so cute!” she said, taking in your appearance. You didn’t know what your secret admirer would be wearing, so you were really hoping you weren’t underdressed.

“Yeah, but what if he shows up in like, a suit or something,” you laughed, looking down at the outfit.

“This guy has to know you. I highly doubt he’d show up like that,” she said, adding some light blush to your cheeks. “You look hot, don’t overthink it.”

You grabbed your phone, the ‘6:40’ on the screen making you nervous.

“Fuck, I need to go. I’m going to be late.”

“Be safe. Text me if you need me,” she smiled, walking you to the door.

The February air was chilly as it started to get darker outside. Your hands slid inside your jacket pockets as you walked the path to the garden. The only flowers bloomed were the winter ones, but the fountains and the soft glow of the lights on the ground made everything look so beautiful in the distance. You saw someone sitting on the bench, your heart racing as you stepped closer.

“Ethan?” you asked, your eyes adjusting to see one of your best friends sitting there. You were relieved when you saw him in his normal attire.

“Hey,” he said, “Sorry if this is a little weird.”

You smiled at him as you sat beside him on the bench.

“You’re the one that left me that stuff this morning?” you asked as he rubbed his hands against his lap.

“Yeah, I’m sorry if you’re disappointed that it’s me.”

“Why would I be disappointed?” you asked, taking one of his hands in yours, attempting to calm his nerves. He smiled at the gesture. “I’m happy it’s you.”

“Really?” he smiled, “I’ve been so nervous all day.”

“If you would’ve asked me out, I would’ve said yes. Don’t get me wrong, I love that you did all this for me, but you didn’t have to,” you said, as he started to rub his thumb against the top of your hand.

“You’re worth it. I got the idea the other day when we were at Tara’s, and you were talking about your ex never doing anything special for you. It bummed me out because I think you’re amazing and deserve the world. I thought today would be the perfect time to shoot my shot,” he started to laugh, “If I knew you were interested, I would’ve said something sooner.”

“I think you picked the perfect time,” you said, as his eyes looked between yours and your lips. He started to lean in, but then he just stopped.

“Uh, maybe we should get to dinner,” he said, looking away and standing up.

He grabbed your hand as you stood up. You started to walk towards the garden exit when you stopped him.

“Wait,” you said, standing in front of him. He looked confused as you grabbed his hands and placed them on your hips. You stood on your tippy toes as he leaned down to kiss you. He had a goofy smile on his face when you pulled away. “I thought this was the perfect spot for our first kiss.”

“I think it’s the perfect spot for our second one, too,” he said, leaning down to kiss you again. “Now, let’s go to dinner.”

“Okay,” you giggled.

He held your hand as you walked down the sidewalk towards the restaurants on campus. You bumped into Chad and Tara outside of the cute little hole-in-the-wall restaurant that the friend group regularly liked to go to. Chad was excited, while Tara was confused.

“Wait! Ethan was your secret admirer?” she asked, looking up to Chad. She stared him down as she realized he already knew. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because you tell her everything,” Chad said, motioning to you, “Mindy knew, too.”

“What the fuck?” she said, smiling as she looked at your hand in Ethan’s. “You better treat her right.”

“I will,” he said, “We’re going to dinner, I guess I’ll see you later?”

Chad shook his head, “No, I’m staying at Tara’s tonight.”

“Oh, cool. You guys have fun,” he said, waving as you walked into the restaurant.

Chad and Tara walked in a few minutes later, sitting on the opposite side of the restaurant. They didn’t want to make things weird, even though you kept catching Tara glance over to you.

“So, you had no idea it was me?” he asked, after the waitress took the drink order.

“No, I didn’t think you were interested in me.” His eyes went wide.

“I’ve always been interested. Since the first day Tara invited you to have lunch with us,” he smiled, “Chad tried to push me to ask you out.”

“So why didn’t you?” you questioned, as the drinks were sat down in front of you.

“I guess it was the whole ‘the hot girl could never want the dorky virgin’ thing,” you started to laugh.

“If anything, I think it’s hot that you’re a virgin,” you smirked, his cheeks turning pink as he sat across from you. “It’s not a bad thing. It’s the innocence factor.”

“So, if we had sex, would you be less into me?” he started to get embarrassed, “Wait, forget I said that. That was dumb.”

Watching him get so flustered as he spoke and stumble over his words was adorable. You didn’t want to keep the conversation sexual with it being the first date, but you did need to assure him.

“No, it would be even hotter that you wanted to do that with me,” you smirked, taking his hand in yours on top of the table. “But there’s no rush for that. I don’t want you to think it’s a deal breaker for me if you want to wait.”

“Okay, that’s good to know,” he said, moving his hand from yours so the waitress had room to set the food down. “Thank you,” he said to her as she walked away.

After both of you ate, Ethan wasn’t ready for the night to end.

“Do you want to come to my dorm? We could watch a movie or something,” he said, lacing his fingers in yours.

“Sure,” you smiled, as he led the way. “As long as it’s something that’s so romantic it’ll make me cry.”

He started to laugh, “Deal.”

When you made it to the dorm, he suggested Titanic.

“You know it’s three hours long, right?” you asked, sitting on his bed.

“It gives me an excuse to spend more time with you,” he shrugged, grabbing his laptop. “As long as that’s okay with you.”

“That sounds perfect.”

You snuggled against him as he pushed play, his arm wrapping around you as he held you close. His hand started to rub your side; the simple motion very soothing.

“Okay, I need to sit up for a minute or I’m going to fall asleep,” you said, removing your head from his chest.

“I wouldn’t mind if you fell asleep on me,” he said, turning his head to kiss you.

“Yeah, but then I’d ruin the rest of the date,” you said, kissing him again.

His hand went to the side of your face as he deepened the kiss. Your lips flowed so well with his. You were both getting turned on when he pulled away. You had a confused look on his face, and as badly as he wanted to keep going, he cared about you too much.

“I don’t want you to think this is all I want from you,” he said, his breathing heavy.

“I know it’s not, but I told you earlier, we can wait as long as you want to.”

You laid your head back on his chest, trying to focus on the movie when you noticed the bulge in his jeans. It took everything in you to turn the attention back to the movie. You almost felt wrong to feel this way, but you’d known him for almost a year. It wasn’t like this was the first time the two of you had spent time together.

As Rose and Jack started to fall in love, you felt his hand rubbing against your side again. You didn’t feel like you could fall asleep this time as the movie started to get interesting.

“Hey,” Ethan said, “Can I kiss you again?”

“Mhm,” you said, angling your neck so his lips could reach yours. The position wasn’t that comfortable for you, and he could tell, so he scooted you off of him and hovered over you.

“Is this okay?” he asked, leaning in closer. You nodded before he connected his lips to yours. His hand went to your hip as yours went to his hair. When your shirt started to slip up a little and his fingers brushed against the exposed skin, you gently pushed him off you.

His eyes were dark with lust, you were sure yours looked the same.

“Did I do something wrong?” he asked, “I’m sorry If I did.”

“No, you didn’t. I’m just, uh, fuck,” you sighed as he waited for you to continue, “You’re really, uhm…fuck it. You’re making me wet.”

“Really?” he smirked, trying to hide his excitement that his lack of experience didn’t seem to matter.

“Yeah, the way you’re kissing me is just…ugh,” you groaned, the sexual frustration evident to Ethan.

“You could let me take care of you,” he said, his hand running along your thigh over your jeans.

“Are you sure you want to do that?” you questioned; he quickly nodded his head. “But what about you, though?”

“We can talk about that after,” he said, leaning back down to kiss you. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.”

He started to slide your shirt up your torso as you sat up a little to make it easier for him to pull it over your head. His mouth started to kiss along the newly exposed skin, stopping at the top of your breasts.

“Can you help me with this?” he laughed, as you reached behind yourself and unhooked it. “Okay, I think I’ve got it from here.”

He slid the straps down your arms and tossed your bra to the other side of the room. You started to whimper when he sucked one of your nipples into his mouth, his tongue swirling across it before he switched to the other side. His hands were running along your thigh, over your pussy and up to the button of your jeans.

When he unbuttoned them and started to slide the material down your legs, the anticipation was killing you. You felt how his mouth moved against your nipples, desperate to know how good his mouth would feel when he ate you out. Your whimpers got louder at his actions and your own thoughts.

He started to kiss lower, your body squirming underneath him.

“You okay, baby?” he asked, looking up at you.

“Mhm,” your eyes fluttered closed as he kissed you even lower over the material of your panties.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he groaned, leaning back to slide those down your legs, too. “If what I’m doing doesn’t feel good, will you tell me?”

“I’m sure you’ll do fine, but yes, I will,” you smiled, your breathing heavy.

He leaned in, the simple lick to your clit making your hips jolt. He looked back up at you, “That felt good, keep doing that.”

His tongue flicked again as he watched you. Your hand went to his hair when you looked down at him, the eye contact turning you on even more.

“Oh fuck,” you moaned, as his tongue dipped inside of you. “You’re doing so good, baby.”

The praise you were giving him went straight to his throbbing cock. He was proud of himself, happy that he was making you feel good. He’d thought about this so many times, and this was better than he could’ve ever imagined.

His mouth continued to move against you, going back to your clit as he slipped a finger inside your core that was dripping with both his spit and your own arousal.

“Right there,” you gasped as he angled his finger just right.

“Can I use two?” he asked, as he pulled away from your sensitive clit.

“Please,” you said, as he added another finger. “Oh my god.”

“That feel good?” he asked, watching the way your eyebrows knitted together and your jaw dropped.

“Yes,” you moaned out, his fingers making your orgasm start to build.

Your pussy started to occasionally flutter around his fingers. He wasn’t sure exactly what that meant, but he knew it must’ve felt good as your moaning got louder. His mouth went back to your clit, sucking it into his mouth.

“Shit, I’m gonna cum,” you moaned, as his fingers and mouth kept moving. He felt like he could cum at the feeling of your walls spasming around his fingers, not to mention the borderline-pornographic moans falling out of your mouth.

“How was that?” he asked, crawling up the bed to lay beside you.

“Holy fuck,” you said, your breathing still labored. “That was perfect.”

The throbbing in his cock was starting to get painful as he waited for you to catch your breath. He didn’t want to ask you to do anything for him, because he wanted you to know that everything he’d done for you earlier in the day wasn’t to get into your pants. It was to show you how much he cared about you.

“So…about me taking care of you…” you smirked at him, “Can I?”

“Only if you want to,” he said, “No pressure.”

“Oh, I want to,” you said crawling on top of him.

He sat up a little as you helped him take his shirt off. When you kissed his neck, he started to smile. It felt good, but he also felt the necklace he gave you brushing against him.

As you kissed over his chest and down his abs, he couldn’t stop watching the way your ass stuck up in the air. He almost wanted to cave and fuck you, but he was determined to hold out, at least until next time.

You quickly unbuttoned his jeans as he lifted a little so you could slide them down, grabbing onto his boxers as you did so. His cheeks reddened as he was fully exposed in front of you, nervous about what you thought.

“The shy guys always have the biggest dicks,” you sighed, licking his tip. You watched him as you teased him with the gentle licks, before focusing on taking him in your mouth.

“Oh fuck,” he groaned as you started to suck. “That feels so good.”

Your mouth kept moving, your drool sliding down the rest of his cock that you couldn’t fit in your mouth. You started to stroke him, the combination of that and your mouth making his orgasm quickly creep up.

His hand went to your hair as his hips started to thrust a little, making you gag around him.

“I’m gonna cum,” he groaned, the pretty sound making you suck a little harder.

His eyes screwed shut as he released his hot cum in your mouth. His legs were tingling as you were overstimulating him a little, whines flooding out of his mouth.

“Sorry, babe,” you said after pulling away, “I couldn’t help it. Your cum tastes so good.”

It was your turn to crawl up beside him, laying your head on his chest as he caught his breath.

“Can we do that again sometime?” he asked, his fingers tracing along your back.

“Whenever you want,” you giggled, as he got quiet. “What are you thinking about?”

“Just how hot it was to see you naked wearing nothing but that necklace,” he mumbled, getting sleepy.

When you sat up, his eyes opened. He didn’t want you to go anywhere. When you started to smile as you posed on the bed beside him, he started to laugh.

“Will you draw me like one of your French girls?” you asked, referencing the movie that you didn’t get to finish.

“The best I can do is a stick figure with boobs.”

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[planeteroticaaa]

— GET YOU

(part of erotica’s and lovae’s valentines special💋)

suguru geto who woke you up by littering kisses all over your face. you laughed, jokingly pushing on his forehead to get him away from you, but instead he grabbed your hand and kissed your knuckles. “happy valentine’s day, my love,” he whispered to you, kissing your lips. “suguru! i probably have morning breath!” you whined, trying to push him away from you again. “you know i don’t care about that, y/n,” he chuckled softly, the warm smile on his face triggering one on yours. you laughed with him, entangling your fingers in his long black hair and propping yourself on your elbows to press your lips against his again.

“where did you run off to so early in the morning?” you asked, finally taking notice of the fact he had on clothes, shoes, and your favorite cologne of his soaked onto his clothes and skin as you watched him sit on the edge of the bed with his back facing you. “well, i had to give my beautiful girlfriend the best for our first valentine’s day today,” he leaned down, reaching for something beneath him. you playfully rolled your eyes and though he didn’t see it, he heard it in your voice when you teased him for being so cheesy.

“don’t pretend you don’t like it when i say stuff like that,” he glanced over his shoulder to look at you, a stupid smirk on his face, eyebrow raised as you jokingly slapped his shoulder. “happy valentine’s day, love,” suguru turned around holding a big, pretty bouquet of your favorite flowers in one hand and hot homemade breakfast in the other. “suguruuuu!” you were in awe, tears almost stinging your eyes as you smiled at him. of the boyfriends you had in your lifetime, nobody treated you like he did in such a short period of time, everyday making sure you knew he loved him in little ways, but this made it clear to you that you wanted to spend the rest of your life with this man.

“i know it may not seem like much right now, but trust me when i say you have a long day ahead of you, baby,” he rubbed the back of his neck nervously once you took the flowers. “no, it’s perfect! i just wish i had a vase as pretty as the flowers,”you looked around the room, but once you face him again, he had one in hand as if he planned for this exact moment. “i knew you’d say that,” he chuckled. you grabbed the vase and quickly started placing the flowers in it, watching how pretty they spread out at the end.

your smile never left your face as you put it on your bed side. he waited until you turned back around and looked at him to kiss you again. “i don’t know if you noticed, but i made your favorite,” he said, his breath fanning your face from your lips being only inches away from each other. “yeah, i noticed,” you chuckled, smiling into the kiss you pulled him back into, hand placed on his cheek. though the breakfast he made for you was quickly forgotten when he climbed on top of you and started kissing down your neck.

"o-oh...shitt—" you gasped at the feeling of suguru tongue drag from your ass down to your sensitive clit. you learned a long time ago this man didn't care. he was you on all fours, back arched and face in your pillow as he ate you from the back. he paid full attention to the sound you made like he typically did as he licked and sucked at your clit, his nose brushing against your pussy while his thumb teased your hole. the pad of his finger rubbed up and down your glistening slit then dragged to the side, pulling your pussy lips to the side to which your cunt spasmed around nothing. he was such a tease.

your eyebrows furrowed, biting down on your bottom lip, his strong hands on your hips and trying to pull you even closer to him so that your pretty pussy would in his face, juices dripping down his chin when he finally gave your hole some much needed attention. his thumb rubbed circles on your clit as he licked you up and down, sometimes pushing his tongue inside to feel, tease, and lightly stretch your tight gummy walls that knew what was coming next would be even better from the way they squeezed around his wet muscle.

he continued to switched back and forth between tongue fucking you and licking as your pretty folds, to sucking, tugging, and pressing his tongue against your throbbing bundle of nerves. he was making you feel so good you hadn't even noticed the way you were desperately backing your ass against him more, the tip of his nose prodding at the entrance of your hole. or when your hand went behind you to push his face deeper into your pussy, fingers gripping tightly as his black locks of hair. fuck, he was always so skilled with his tongue.

his fingers were just as skilled—pumping in and out of your soaking wet hole, your slick coating his nose and chin, dripping down his wrist as he twisted his digits inside you. he curled them—feeling at your walls for that particular spot he knew would make your eyes roll back and legs shake uncontrollable and when you did find it, he pressed his fingers onto it with each thrust.

"suguru! f-fuckkk!" you screamed, moaning even louder when he went from 2 fingers inside your to 3. you gripped the bed sheets beneath you, gasping from the feeling of your pussy squeezing his fingers to the point where you could feel every detail of his digits and it was driving you closer and closer to cumming all over him. with his mouth on your clit and 3 fingers in your pussy, he moved his other hand that was tightly gripping your hips to having his thumb in your ass.

your fingers gripped his hair even tighter, your hand moving from gripping the sheets to pinching at your hard nipples to stimulate yourself even further. you were about to cum, your eyes in the back of your head, pussy squelching loudly each time his fingers reached deeper in your hole all while keeping his thumb still inside you. "yes! j-just like that, fuckkkk 'm cumming suguru!" you cried out, body falling deep into the mattress as an attempt to get away from him when he started to overstimulate your sensitive pussy with his fingers and very sensitive clit with his mouth.

he took his thumb out your ass, slapping it right after as he followed you down, not moving his mouth away from you for his fingers from inside your tight walls as you creamed all over his fingers. "f-fuck!" you screamed, legs shaking when you pushed his face away from you. you were breathing heavily as you looked back at him, his face covered in your juices and he just licked his lips and smirked at you. "can you sit on my face next?"

i just know he’s fucking nasty with it🤭

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[iwanty0uu]

❄︎ all characters are 19+ y/n being 20, second female character being 19, and male character being 21, contains swearing and mentions of violence ❄︎

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𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏...

Jada kingdom blasted through the speakers of your car, you got off early from work deciding that you would surprise your boyfriend with his favorite, KFC, a movie and some Chic-fil-A for yourself. It was snowy and you were hype, snow was either non-existent or did to much when it came to New York, so the slush of the ice below the tires of your car reminded you of how lucky you were to have a light snowy winter, just in time for the new year. The only problem was, as you parked your jeep already walking towards his door,his keys linked to the ones for your car, the door didn’t unlock.The locks were changed. 

Strange.

You put aside your immediate anger for this man and taught yourself patience, so it took you a while to figure out how you wanted to react to this, the rock next to his doormat and the key that is usually under it posing as the devil and angel on your shoulder. You could either fuck his shit all the way up, or invite yourself in, but there was no key to your surprise.. dusting the snow off of your uggs and hands,adjusting your light blue bodysuit and white puffer jacket. You adjusted your small white beanie with a sigh.You completely understood what this meant.

The bitch is a cheater.

Being rational wasn’t your thing but neither was being dumb. You honked your car horn a couple of times and watched his windows, seeing the silhouette of a long skinny leg, with toes painted black, and an anklet resembling the one he gave you for Valentine’s Day…You heard the door knob shuffle, and wondered if your hearing deceived you because the front door remained still, and to your surprise he attempted to sneak the girl out of the back door which was diagonal from your jeep that you sat alerted in; door still open and legs hanging out, making eye contact with her as she mumbled something to herself.

Now, you didn’t expect your intuition to be spot on like this, in fact you hoped he had just changed his locks because something happened and he forgot to mention it to you.

“Shit” she said holding her head down covering her face with her gloved hands in shame, she knew she had wronged you and it took you a second to realize who it was, until her slimmer familiar figure approached the side walk, and stood in-front of you.

“Bro why is she talking to her…”

He questioned as he paced around his living room, grimacing as he rubbed his hands with his face. He was still shirtless, pajama-pants hanging off oh his thick and muscular pelvis which revealed his recently trimmed happy trail, you could tell he liked what he did by how hard his dick was…He claimed you were his first love, took your virginity and loved you like no one else, but still fucked someone you trusted with your whole life, the future godmother of your kids even.He fucked up the best thing in his life.

What a dumbass.

Your eyes widened with shock as she profusely apologized without any pause, ”Y/n I’m so sorry I know he’s your boyfriend and stuff but I couldn’t help it and he left his jacket in Sasha’s car and I was close to his house and I am so so sorry I know you would never do something like this to me and you’ve took care of me my whole life and-“

Tears couldn’t help but welt in your eyes as the snow on your now damp lashes made them all the more sensitive…no word could describe how you felt, the hatred and heartbreak made your nose flush with even more red considering it was already colder than jack frost’s balls outside, you couldn’t keep it together and you wanted to do nothing but ruin her life after you realized..

“ONYANKOPON YOU’RE FUCKING MY LITTLE SISTER?”

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[xoxo-sarah]

Let Me Show You

↝a/n: early Valentine's fic.

↝pairing: Robin Buckley x fem!reader

↝warning: slightly suggestive, Valentine's Day, kissing, lonely Steve, frustrated reader, not proofread

|| Disclaimer: I do not own Robin Buckley, or any character from Stranger Things. I only own y/n and any characters I create with my own brain. ||

↝⎙ 2.1.24

As the warm sunlight filtered through the curtains, you stirred from your slumber, feeling the soft warmth of Robin's body beside you. It was Valentine's Day, and you had planned a special day for just the two of you. Gently, you brushed your fingers against Robin's cheek, inviting her to wake up with you.

As you both lazily opened your eyes, a soft smile stretched across your face. "Happy Valentine's Day." you whispered, leaning in for a tender kiss.

The start of the day was great. It wasn't until you two were in the kitchen, trying to put together breakfast that the phone rang, interrupting the intimate atmosphere.. Robin left your side to get it.

Frustration clouded your face when she made it known who was in the phone. "Steve, some of us have significant others who we celebrate Valentine's with." Her tone was playful, but you knew she secretly meant it. Every holiday started with a call from Steve. It was mostly to complain about him being single on such days. You and Robin had to invite Steve out of pity. You didn't mind it much. But Valentine's Day is the day for "lovers", not lovers and their friend.

You plucked the phone from her hand, "What do you want, Steve? Can't you see it's a special day?"

Steve's voice crackled through the line, his tone oblivious to your annoyance. "Hey, sorry to bother you, but I need Robin's help with something for work. It's kinda urgent."

You exchanged a knowing look with Robin. "Steve, listen up. Today is Valentine's Day, and Robin and I have plans. It's really not a good time for work."

Robin chimed in, her voice laced with both irritation and playfulness. "Yeah, Steve. Can't you see we're busy here? Leave us alone for a change."

Steve's tone changed, realization dawning upon him. "Oh! Oh, wow, sorry. I didn't realize it was Valentine's Day. My bad. I'll, uh, figure it out myself. Enjoy your day!"

As you hung up, Robin wrapped her arms around you, pulling you closer

You smirked, leaning into her touch. "Thought you didn't care for Valentine's Day?"

Robin chuckled, her voice full of warmth and desire. "I don't. I just want to spend time with you."

You pinch her side, "How about you let me show you just how head over heels in love we can be, without all the cheesy stuff."

The rest of the day was filled with shared laughter, passionate kisses, and sweet, intimate moments that reaffirmed your love for each other. With each passing moment and bruising kiss, you both realized that Valentine's Day was simply a day to celebrate the love you had for one another, regardless of anyone else's expectations.

And in the midst of stolen glances and lingering touches, you both knew that this Valentine's Day would forever be etched in your memories as the day you affirmed that love transcends clichés and thrives on the genuine connection between two people.

At the end of the day, you did feel bad for poor, lonely Steve. So, who would it hurt if you invited him over for a movie night? It isn't third wheeling if he's invited.

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[upsidedownwithsteve]

Love Letters: Day Two

Eddie Munson x fem!reader [1.8K] some wildflowers, sunshine x grumpy with Eddie 

THE LETTERBOX ♥

Eddie Munson was fucked. 

And not in a good way, not yet, at least. ‘Cause it was seven twenty five on Valentine’s Day and he’d only realised when Hellfire had ended - an hour after it was supposed to. He’d overheard Mike and Lucas talk about meeting the girls outside the cinema at eight, how they had to stop by their homes to pick up the gifts before the movie.

Dustin was already rushing out to the parking lot to meet Steve, his ride to Weathertop where he’d sit for god knows how long in the dark so he could talk to Suzie. It took a minute, maybe two, before Eddie connected the dots, looked at the calendar hanging behind the old desk in the corner of the classroom and swore viciously, barging past his friends and pointedly ignoring their laughter. 

“Hot date?” Steve called out to him from the driver’s window and he grimaced when he saw Eddie’s panicked expression. “Oh shit, did you forget?”

Eddie huffed out an exasperated sigh, giving in and confessing to his friend as he leaned over and clung to the window frame. “Yes! Yes, I fuckin’ forgot, ‘cause I’ve never had a girl before, Harrington, and fuck if I know what you’re supposed to do on Valentine’s Day!”

Steve grinned, selfishly enjoying the other boy’s despair. He shrugged, unhelpful as he leaned back in his seat and kept his eyes on the door for Dustin. “Were you supposed to make plans? Did she talk about it? Hint at anything?”

Eddie wracked his brain for any suggestion that you were interested in being wined and dined by him and he grimaced at the idea of having to wear a button up in a restaurant that provided him with more than one fork. But he shook his head, because you’d not said a word about the day, and it had made it a lot easier for Eddie to turn a blind eye to the pink hearts, the cupids, the red candy boxes. 

“Nothin’,” Eddie replied.

Steve pondered for a moment and then shrugged again, too casual for the way Eddie’s heart was still hammering against his chest in what could only be described as abject horror. You were the first girl Eddie had really, really liked, and by some miracle, you’d liked him too. He didn’t want to fuck it up so soon and he groaned, feeling like he’d failed some sort of boyfriend test.

“Hey, hey, look,” Steve tried to placate, “maybe you’re off the hook, yeah? Maybe she doesn’t care about that kinda stuff, just buy her somethin’ cute instead, like a--”

Dustin came careening across the lot before Steve could finish, interrupting his sentence with the slam of a door and a shrill, “drive, Steve, drive!”

Steve merely rolled his eyes and turned back to Eddie, who looked distraught. “Dude,” Steve soothed, “it’s fine, okay? Your girl isn’t that big into all that romance shit, right?”

“Steve, if I'm late, Suzie’s gonna straight up murder me!”

“Good!” Steve barked back at the younger boy, “maybe I’ll know what peace is! Shit, uh, look it’s fine Eds, you’re fine, I’ll see you later, yeah?”

Eddie didn’t get to respond before Steve was putting the car into drive and peeling out of the lot, the sounds of him and Dustin arguing barely heard over the squeal of the tires. Eddie was left in the dust, hands clenched into fists as he tried to work out what the fuck he was supposed to do. Steve was right, in a way. You weren’t huge on romance, not the over the top, cheesy, corny stuff you saw in the movies. In fact, Eddie saw you scrunch up your nose at anything that you considered over the top: the PDA couples at the mall, the huge stuffed animals at the last fair, the heart shaped boxes of chocolate, the cotton candy pink greeting cards that were the size of his Metallica poster on his bedroom door.

And that was fine, Eddie loved you for your likes and dislikes, your tough attitude, your aversion to early mornings and anything too happy. You preferred horrors to romances, a soft hand on your leg under the table over a public make out session, something for your eyes only rather than a declaration of love for everyone to see.

Eddie knew all that. He did, ‘cause he knew you better than anyone else. But he didn’t know what the fuck he was supposed to get you for Valentine’s Day. Did you want anything? Was he a shit boyfriend for not setting up a date, a surprise? Would you be more mad if he came to yours with something garishly cute? Bright pink and sweet? Or was this some kind of test? A doomed failure 

that would make him wanna kick himself?

So the boy scrambled to the van, flipping off Gareth and Jeff as they waved and laughed from their car, both of them already sparking up a joint that had been tucked in the sun visor. Eddie didn’t know where he was driving to, considering the shops at the mall were closed. The Main Street was the same, almost all of the businesses shut for the night and cloaked in darkness, the only lit windows coming from the busy restaurants that were filled with couples.

He drove to your house anyway, heading down the familiar streets that took him out by the farmers fields, the stretches of grass an inky blue in the dark and Eddie was cursing at himself until he spotted a patch of colour at the side of one field. The tires screeched as the boy braked hard, pulling over to the side of the road and leaping out, almost tripping over his own feet in his haste. 

There weren't many of them, but they were all pretty and soft coloured, a smattering of wildflowers by the edges of the wheat fields, pinks and lilacs, a burst of sharp red, a deeper violet thing amongst green stalks and leaves. Eddie grinned, an excitement bubbling in his chest, ‘cause he’d never seen any flowers in your room before. But there had always been an empty vase, a pretty blue thing that sat in the middle of your dresser, sad and unused.

Maybe it was for good reason, Eddie caught himself, a flicker of doubt in his head, maybe you didn’t like flowers, he thought. The boy certainly didn’t think you’d like the huge, overpowering bouquets from the florist on Fifth, the one with glitter covered butterflies between the petals, big, pink bows holding them all together. 

But these ones, the delicate collection that was slowly growing in Eddie’s hand, were pretty. They were modest and sweet smelling, like the mere idea of Spring clung to them, like last night's rain. Maybe you didn’t like flowers, Eddie thought again, brow furrowed. Or maybe, no one had ever given you some.

So Eddie whispered a soft ‘fuck it’ under his breath and plucked some more from the ground, gentle as he bunched them together until the colours looked nice. He took his time to wind his bandana around the stalks, trying once, twice, three times to tie it in a bow, giving up and knotting it instead. But he was happy with his creation, something that felt like pride puffing warm in his chest, and the rest of the drive to yours went with a little less panic.

Climbing the tree outside your bedroom was the easy part, and so was avoiding your dad when the man walked past the hallway window. It was easy to knock on the glass, grin at you wide and bright when you opened the curtains and stared at him wide eyed.

It was harder to present the flowers to you - the petals only a little crushed from where Eddie had stuck them in his back pocket as he climbed. The boy watched your expression as he clambered into your room, the familiar smell of your perfume engulfing him. He caught the way your eyes went a little wide, the downturn of your lips ticking upwards, if only just. But he knew you, he knew you so well and the way you bit down on your lip, the way you looked at him from beneath your lashes - fuck - it sent his heart racing.

You took in each flower, each different shaped petal, the reds, the purples, the one shocking pass of pink in the middle, all wrapped in Eddie’s black and white bandana. You took them from the boy’s outstretched hand, eyes sweeping over the blush on his cheeks and nose, his soft brown eyes that looked so unsure. 

“I don’t really care about Valentine’s,” you said quietly, but Eddie heard the way your breath hitched.

“S’aright,” he drawled back just as softly, “I wanted to get you somethin’ anyway.”

There was a beat of silence, just for a second, maybe two, and Eddie wondered if you could hear his heartbeat, the way it rattled against his ribcage. Surely you could, he thought, it was the loudest thing in the room.

And then, he saw you melt. He watched it happen, the perpetual storm cloud that hung over you (the one he adored) lifted and your face turned softer, expression going a little gooey, just for him. Your eyes shone, lashes fluttering before they closed and you crushed the petals to your face, sniffing delicately before you grinned, trying your best to hide it amongst the flowers.

Eddie caught it anyway.

He tried not to look too smug as he lazed on your bed, shoes kicked off and left at the foot of it, an arm slung behind his head as he watched you arrange each bloom in your pretty blue vase. And when you were done, Eddie beamed at you and you rolled your eyes, fingers pressed to your cheeks to try and kill your own smile but it was an impossibility.

So you crawled up the length of him, clumsy with giddiness until you were settled on his lap with your legs either side of his hips. He let you press your hands over his chest, loving it when you got touchy like this, soft like butter, sweeter than honey for him. Eddie hummed when you skimmed them upupup until they were cradling his jaw, thumbs a soft press on his cheeks.

“No one’s ever got me flowers before,” you confessed and Eddie pouted at you even though inside he was cheering, a one man celebration that only he could hear.

“No?” he replied, “that’s a damn shame, sweetheart. D’you like them?”

A loaded question, the moment of truth, another heavy silence.

And then, relief. You nodded, uncharacteristically shy about it and Eddie beamed, pulling you down to him so he could kiss your cheek, your nose, the corner of your mouth. He caught your smile with his lips and it fizzed on his skin like cotton candy. 

“Yeah,” you whispered into his neck and you kept smiling, even though you did your best to hide it from him. He could feel it anyway, a warm press of happiness on his skin and it made him hold you tighter. “Thank you, Teddy.”

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[oops-all-concrete]

Hello lovelies, 💘HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!!💘

I'm back with more BG3 headcanons! Today's prompt is;

💕Modern AU; Ways the BG3 (romanced) companions are idyllicly sweet with Tav!💕

No spoilers! Tags are; A whole heckin lot of fluff and cuteness!

Lae'zel -

You have to be careful with what you say around Lae'zel. Made a minor comment 3 months ago that you wanted to revisit somewhere in the Sword Coast? Get packing, you guys are all booked to go. Asked Lae'zel to get you candy on the way home? She has 3 full bags. Say that comment her folks made last time you visited made you uncomfortable- you have a paragraph text apology from all of them the next day. She's not just someone who wants to spoil Tav, she fucking will. (If Tav manages to talk her out of going nuts with the pampering, she's surprisingly sentimental. You bet she keeps a rock in her pocket that reminds her of Tav)

Shadowheart -

She is so excited to post you. She doesn't like social media and tends to keep to herself, but after watching Tav post pictures of them both, she wanted to do the same. The minute she gets even the smallest romantic gesture, she's scrapbooking, she has a wall of Polaroids joined by a horde of hand made sketches, she's putting together little snack baskets and mailing them to Tav, she's about as obviously head over heels as a person can be, really. She's always got a camera aimed at Tav, even if they're just for her. (A good 90% are just for her eyes)

Wyll -

This man never plays games/gets online with both sides of the headphones in. It doesn't matter if the game is online, offline, urgent, time sensitive, dependent on his concentration- if Tav so much as makes a peep, he's out of his seat and across the room. Hells, he takes every chance he gets to go give Tav some attention. In the drift of leaving the waking world, Tav will definitely hear a little "One minute, Tav needs me" despite them not asking. Some footsteps. And then moments later, the warmth of the duvet being tucked all over their body and a gentle kiss to the cheek. Whispered "I love you"s and then a quiet. "I'm going to hop off for a few hours." So you can have some quiet.

Karlach -

She's one of those people that really makes you realise you have good taste in other people. Like, you can't think of a time you went on a walk and she didn't pick up some trash, help an elderly person across the street, immediately offer her seat to a pregnant woman. No matter how prideful Tav might be or not, there's a pride in the admiring looks other people give her. Little girls pass in the street and say "mum, I want to be like her when I grow up!" Everything she does makes Tav proud to be with her, yet somehow Tav is always the one under a spotlight to her. "Oh, me and my partner-" this. "Oh, my partner-" that. "I'm so proud of my Tav. Ugh, I am so lucky" she insists at every turn.

Gale -

He's a night owl, much to Tara's dismay. Wether that's because he can't sleep, he likes being awake in the dark hours or- his brain won't stop nattering at him for a gods damned minute, but either way. He's probably working, quietly cleaning, organising Tavs things so they don't have to worry. In quiet moments, between possibly making them breakfast because of course he's up that early- he's just kissing Tav on the forehead, gently, trying not to wake them. He needs them to sleep but there is not a moment in his day where he doesn't think: "Does Tav know I love them? Can I remind them once more? Even if its just for my peace of mind?" Because he will not rest if he has an inkling his live for Tav isn't at the forefront of their mind.

Astarion -

If you even suggest to this man that you should do matching outfits, he's excited. He always wants to take the wheel, but also wants Tav to have a foot in the idea. He will give ideas left and right, opinions up and down. He doesn't care if it's a date or not, cringe solstice photos, or just gym clothes, he's all for it. If you guys didn't have matching pyjamas already, you have them now, congrats. (If he's still a bloodsucker, he'll definitely still go out of his way to learn how to cook for Tav. Tokyo Ghoul rules though, so Tav gets to taste test a lot. Only the best for his little capri-sun) Overall he's just unashamed and excited to be with someone who very obviously wants to be his, visibly as possible.

(Bonus Halsin!)

Halsin -

This man lives for shared activity. He's quite alright on his own and can allow Tav their space, but going to get massages, haircuts/styles, wine tasting is his total vibe. Just relaxed gatherings together. Nobody lives a spa day like this man. It allows a level of intimacy that nature intends. Cleansing. Careful. Close. He will learn how to do Tavs hair and makeup if asked. Will take pleasure in being able to undress them and put them to bed at the end of a long day. Go on hikes and camping trips, walks through the woods, carving names into rocks and bringing back souvenirs to press into a book that's only getting thicker.

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[tapesfrom1980]

can u do dating sean headcanons? and if u could keep it gender neutral-ish i would appreciate thank u <33

dating sean diaz would include..

IVE NEVER GOTTEN AN ASK/REQUEST THIS IS SO EXCITING YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW HAPPY THIS MADE ME THANK YOU ENJOY <33333

-either frenemies to lovers or he just thought you were hot and you rejected him multiple times till you gave in a longgg time later and he never gave up <3

-definitely a bestfriends type of relationship, he’s very comfortable with you and he knows he can make jokes with you without worrying about hurting you

-he’s lowkey awkward at first just because he hasn’t really had real?? experience with relationships before but he’s so excited to finally have you he goes all out if he can

-he’ll get you concert tickets for one of your favorite artists and be like “just because I love you 😘”

-sometimes it’ll be estebans money too and if he gets caught he’ll yell at sean but make sure to say “it’s not your fault though y/n you did nothing wrong” and go back to scolding

-he didn’t know when to drop the L bomb since he’s never felt that way with someone and didn’t know when it was the right time to say it

-he eventually said it mid-argument and there was a lot of making out after that

-getting sketches of yourself that he drew basically everyday

-he draws you at the most random times, bummy looking or not

-his favorite is the one he did while you danced around his room to your favorite song

-he always draws you as an absolute angel and has some hung up

-even just in his school notebooks his doodling always goes to your face so a lot of his homework or quizzes have your face in some corner with little hearts around it

-daniel tries drawing you too, and you take some home with you even if it’s just you with a deformed blue face and wonky yellow eyes

-being ABSOLUTE besties with daniel

-sean tries to act like he hates sharing your attention but you know he likes that you love daniel as much as he does

-sometimes you’ll come early to the diaz house just to hang out with daniel

-“y/n? how long have you been here why didn’t you wake me up?”

-“daniel called me to help him with his new batman lego set”

-“…”

-he sometimes joins in your guys’s dates and sean tries kicking him out everytime

-being super close with esteban too

-he’s happy sean found someone who’s good for him and pushes him to be a better person

-gossiping with him while he’s working on a car

-usually it’s when sean is busy or you’re just annoyed at him

-“oh y/n, whatd he do now?”

-sometimes even while sean is in the room

-“i’m still here guys”

-weekly movie dates!!! drive ins or sneaking into the theater (sean says 15 bucks just to watch a movie is outrageous)

-getting him to listen to your favorite artists/bands

-sometimes he’ll pretend to hate it if it’s a genre he’d never listen to but you can see him trying not to drum his fingers or bop his head

-dragging him to every school event

-matching halloween costumes always

-if he wants to do a character you don’t know you’ll still match him for his sake vice versa

-if you have a pet he’ll probably try his hardest to befriend it even if he’s lowkey scared at first

-he’ll get jokingly jealous about you and your pet saying how you don’t give HIM that much love

-speaking of jealousy, he’s def the jealous type

-he’ll try to hide it but then say something petty to you or the person making him jealous

-“that wasn’t even that funny 😐”

-“you guys should go to that restaurant you’ve been talking so much about together”

-“sean 😒”

-lyla!!!!

-as both of sean’s bestfriends you guys are really close too

-“he will never get between us y/n.✊”

-lyla joking about how she has to third wheel even tho she’s absolutely happy you guys are together

-sean and lyla fighting over you

-“i don’t care if you and y/n are dating. i’m still the favorite. right y/n??? right??”

-making sure to include her at some point on valentine’s day too even if she pretends to hate it

-arcade dates & picnics <3

-sleepovers!!!!!!! always so much fun

-sometimes you’ll just lay in bed listening to music and it’s one of the most special moments together

WITH STORY PLOT

-you were with them minutes before that had happened, but you went to go pick up your guys’s food from the deli near the house

-you came back to esteban on the floor, the crashed cop car, and no sean and daniel

-you were so in shock nothing came out your mouth for a while

-once your brain processed what was happening you yelled around the house for sean and daniel

-you screamed and screamed till the other cops got to the scene

-even then you kept calling for the boys

-you didn’t know what to do with yourself you’d just seen your boyfriends dad dead on the floor and your boyfriend and his little brother missing

-when the cops explained what happened you were so disgusted about how the situation was handled and how sean had been blamed

-you knew sean and daniel, you knew sean and you knew the story was mixed up and the diaz boys were blamed obviously due to racism

-you never gave up looking for them, you went into the woods and everything

-you were looked down upon, even by your own parents, because it looked like you were supporting a “criminal”

-when sean finally called, you were so happy you bawled the entire time

-you were so so relieved he and daniel were alright

-you understood why he couldn’t tell you where they were or why he wouldn’t be able to call again

-he also didn’t tell you their location because he knew you’d try coming to them, he really did know your love for them both

-with one last goodbye and i love you, that was the last time you talked to sean

if you ran with them

-sean 100% didn’t want you to come with them

-you were in the house when it happened but you rushed outside, but the cop didn’t see you

-he knew that if you went with them you couldn’t come back without being taken in to custody as you were now an accomplice to them, things would never be the same and he couldn’t ask you to do that for him and daniel

-“y/n please, stay here” he was already in tears and his voice was cracking but you refused

-instead, you took your bag with more supplies and stuff that was already in visible view that you knew would be helpful for whatever situation you guys were going to be in

-“i don’t know why you’d think i’d leave you sean”

-you also knew even with the rush of adrenaline you were having what you were giving up

-you were giving up your family, your friends, and a normal life

-but you had been with sean for a long time and you knew you were never gonna leave him to fend for him and daniel in who knows where

-you never complained, even with the bad circumstances

-you helped the boys ration supplies and find shelter in the woods

-sean felt so much better with you there, so did daniel

-they both felt guilty for being glad you came with them

-they knew you left a whole life behind and felt like they took that from you, even if it wasn’t their fault

-but it was your choice and you didn’t regret it even in the worst moments, and you always reminded them both of that, no matter what the ending was

#life is strange #life is strange 2 #sean diaz #sean diaz x reader #daniel diaz #esteban diaz #sean diaz imagine #dating sean diaz would include #tapesfrom1980

[life-series-school-blog]

Here’s a valentines special (pretend this a other day with no chaos) :3

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Velvet: ranchers taking a while..

Rancher: um velvet..?

Velvet: oh! hey love! Um Hi!

Rancher: hello! I- um.. I made you this!

Hands flowers

Velvet: oh! T-thank you! It’s lovely.. I made you some muffins for.. you know..

Rancher: I love you! I-I mean I love them! But I also do love you..! Thank you!

(This is my favorite awkward couple)

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Bone: miss dahlia! I finished everything! Would you like me to take care of your homework as well?

Dahlia: no. It’s alright, I’ll survive. Take today off early since today is apparently special or whatever…

Bone: *gasp* really miss dahlia??!?!

Dahlia: *Sigh* yes… Stop wagging your tail and go before I change my mind.

Bone: yes sir!

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???: …Martyn im really sorry!

???: I miss you, you know?

???: whisper said to stop sending this but I can’t

???: happy valentine-

Pearl: you should really stop listening to those! It won’t stop the fact you’re lonely!

Martyn: shut it and go away.

Pearl: suit yourself!

Pearl leaves

Martyn: …

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Blood: sire I made this for you!

Winter: a paper crown..?

Blood: I’d thought you’d like it.. I’m sorry I’ll throw it away..

Winter: I do like it so stop thinking like that. it’s very pretty thank you.

Blood: I’m glad!

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TW!!: Abuse & Forced love/Toxic relationship(is that what’s it called? Idk :P)

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Red: you did what.

Grian: I-I’m sorry red! I didn’t mean to-

Red hits Grian and Grian falls to the floor

Red: if you didn’t mean to then why is it broken? Your Mine Servant remember? Act like it.

Grian: I-i didn’t mean t-to.. I-I’m so- so sorry

Red: say who you belong to.

Grian: I-i belong t-to you.. red..

Red: Good, now Kiss me.

Grian: b-but r-red i-

Red grabs Grian by the collar and kisses him

Red: remember this: your mine and no one else’s. And if you dare defy me again I won’t hesitate to hit you again.

Grian:…

Red: happy Valentine’s Day.

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Scar: Scott! Scott! Scottt!

Scott: um yes scar..?

Scar: I heard you make things for everyone you care about in Valentine’s Day! So I made this for you! I carved it myself!

Scott: oh! Thank you scar.. I’ll put it by my nightstand! Anyway now we-

Scar: wait! I made more things!

Pulls out five boxes

Scar: do you wanna go alphabetical order? or maybe biggest to smallest?

Scott: oh god…

#asks #trafficblr #pearlescentmoon #scott smajor #grian #martyn inthelittlewood #gtwscar #rendog #rancher #velvet #red #blood #winter #bone #dahlia #treebark #scarian #flower husbands

[ritcchamadayo]

Hear me out, what if for Valentine's Day, Jamil's s/o does all his chores for him in secret? Not only that, they invite him to Ramshackle for a feast dedicated to him because he's worked so hard?

awww (⁠ ⁠；⁠∀⁠；⁠) anon thats so sweet!! all the love for Jamil, he deserves a rest from time to time!

Only for You

Jamil Viper x Reader ; For your overworked, responsible boyfriend Jamil Viper, you decide to make this year's Valentine's the best he's ever had! (It's kinda my first time writing Jamil, so I hope I do him justice~)

"...Huh?"

To say that he was surprised is more than an understatement. Jamil woke up early that day, got himself dressed and even took his time making sure his braids were in perfect position. He was sure he's ready to tackle all the chores and favors Kalim might give him today, but...

He definitely didn't expect a fully-dressed Kalim to be setting the table for breakfast, and he certainly didn't expect the scent of Eggs Lahsa and toasted Pita breads filling the entire domitory.

"Good morning Jamil!" Kalim beamed, pulling the taller man towards the Scarabia lounge.

"Good morning." Jamil answered curtly, still a little confused. "Why is everyone out so early and setting up breakfast already?" He took a glance at the multiple Scarabia students in the area, holding plates and cutleries in their hands.

"You won't believe what happened!" Kalim exclaimed. "When we woke up, breakfast was already served and made in the kitchen! Wasn't it your doing, Jamil?"

Jamil was at a loss for words. "I.. I just woke up, I didn't cook anything. There's even some Shawarma fillings ready to cook..? This is more than enough for lunch and dinner."

"Huh." The housewarden shrugged. "Well, there's enough food for a feast so let's just dig in! It's rare for you to have a day off from the kitchen!" Kalim ran towards their dorm mates, with Jamil hurriedly trailing behind him. "Kalim, wait! I need to check for poison first! Kalim!!!"

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The breakfast was positively safe and delicious, both Kalim and Jamil even found themselves enough leftovers to have a second portion. And while everyone's happy that Jamil had one less thing to worry about today, Jamil's confusion keeps on adding up during the day and the man was stunned in place when he saw the sight in front of him.

He'd usually do the laundry for his and Kalim's clothes, hand washing them personally and leaving them up on the clothesline overnight before folding them the next day. But he didn't expect the clothes he put off to clean from yesterday were all hung on the clothesline, meanwhile the dried cloths were already neatly ironed and folded, sitting on the laundry basket and lint-free, the soft scent of his usual detergent filled the laundry room.

Jamil was a cautious man though, and he had to re-check all the clothes and the folds to make sure nobody planted anything on them. Once he's sure that their clothes are all clear, he decided to run towards the kitchen. There should be some dirty dishes left, right?

Oh how he was wrong. All the pots, pans, and plates were squeaky cleaned and carefully polished, neatly put down on the kitchen counter. Jamil gasped, once again surprised and confused. "Who in the world..?" He checked each plate and pan, finding that it's been meticulously cleaned and no stains were left on them.

"Kalim's room..!"

Jamil ran towards the housewarden's room, and was just as surprised when he saw the room has been meticulously cleaned as well. The bedsheets were tidily folded and the pillows were fluffed up, the floor was spotless and polished, and even after careful inspection Jamil didn't find any of Kalim's belongings out of place or stolen.

"Who would be doing all of this, I wonder... They're definitely not looking to take advantage of Kalim, that's for sure." Jamil raised an eyebrow, opting to double check around Kalim's room.

His thoughts wandered over to the Octavinelle housewarden and his two peers, who had pulled this sort of stunt a while before he overblotted.

"Could it be Azul..? No, no way. If it was, he'd be obnoxiously showing himself around the dorm and I'd be able to hear those obnoxious clacking of his shoes. And the twins would be hard to miss, since they're big and tall."

"JAMIIILLLLL!!!!" Kalim soon ran into his room, pouncing on his childhood friend. "UWAGH- KALIM!"

Kalim laughed and rolled off the man, his hand seemingly holding onto a piece of paper. "Did you clean up the room for me? Thanks so much Jamil!" He exclaimed, the usual grin on his face. "Oh! Anyway, I found this letter in front of your room earlier! I think someone might be looking for you!"

Jamil reeled in from the impact of Kalim's body, but he quickly recovered and took the letter from Kalim's hands.

"To : Mr. Jamil Viper,

I cordially invite you to come to Ramshackle Dorm tonight at 19:00, for a special surprise. Don't be late!

~ &lt;;3"

Jamil chuckled, looking at the all too familiar handwriting. Who else but the Prefect of Ramshackle Dorm who would send him such an invitation?

"Who is it? Who is it?" Kalim peeked from behind Jamil's shoulder, reading the contents of the letter. "Oh! It's (Y/n)!" Kalim made a smug look and nudged his friend. "Look at you, getting a surprise from the prefect!"

Jamil laughed, swatting Kamil away gently. "I suppose I'll need to be prepared then."

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Jamil really didn't need to rush. All his chores were done by the mystery person, and his partner called him out to Ramshackle to spend some time together. He's happy, but he's also weirdly worried about the mystery man who was walking around Scarabia and doing chores unnoticed. But his partner comes first, and Jamil shook it off as he walked through the mirror and onto the path to Ramshackle.

He softly knocked on the door once he arrives, and the door quickly opened. "You made it, Jamil!" You smiled up at him, letting him inside the dorm. "I wouldn't pass up the opportunity, (Y/n)."

What surprised Jamil even more though, was the layout of Ramshackle's lounge. Instead of the usual sofa and rickety chairs, there was a small table for two in the middle filled with a lot of Jamil's favorite foods.

"Wow... (Y/n), i mean- wow." Jamil looked at awe of the spread, a light blush spreading on his face. "What's the occasion?"

You laugh, pulling the chair out and telling him to sit down. "Don't you remember? It's Valentines!"

Jamil didn't notice the date up until then. He was so focused on finding out the mystery man, he didn't realize it was February 14th. You took his hands in yours, gently holding them as he looked up to you.

"I wanted to do something for you, since you've been working so hard for everyone."

Jamil stared at your hands. It was littered with cuts and bandaids, your fingertips rough and calloused, and the skin around your nails were peeling off.

"Oh."

Then it hit him.

"You were the one going around in Scarabia and doing all the chores, weren't you?"

You chuckled shyly, scratching the back of your head. "W-was it obvious? I just wanted you to have a small break, from time to time! Since you must be tired handling Scarabia's affairs and looking after Kalim, and you're still trying your best to make time for me.. I thought I'd do something to lessen the burden.."

Jamil was more than flustered. No one ever asked him whether he needed help, or even gave him any. He pulled up the hood of his shirt, shyly averting your eyes as his fingers traced along the small cuts on your hands.

"Thank you, (Y/n.)"

"Only for you, Jamil." You giggle, moving to the chair in front of him. "C'mon, let's eat before it gets cold! I made some curry, and I even asked Kalim for a Baklava recipe earlier! I hope you like it!"

Jamil chuckles, standing up to grab the food. "Ah, so Kalim was involved. Alright, let me handle the food and washing the dishes. It's the least I could do in return for you, dear."

#✨RitcchanWrites #✨RitcchanDreams #✨TwistedRitchuland #twisted wonderland #twst #jamil viper #twst jamil #jamil x reader #jamil viper x reader #jamil viper x mc #jamil viper x y/n

[suuuupernovaaa]

A Valentine, For You (Neteyam, Lo'ak)

Your Na'vi mate hears about Valentine's Day, and tries to make it special for you, a human recently transferred permanently into their avatar.

Neteyam

Neteyam waits until the end of the day, when the two of you are alone, lying on your hammock under the stars, because he thinks Valentine's Day must be a very romantic and private thing, if it's for lovers.

"I made you something," he tells you, rolling over to reach into one of the baskets that contain your clothing and jewelry.

You sit up, surprised, trying to think what the occasion could be - not that Neteyam needs an occasion to be sweet to you, but gifts are extra special.

He pulls out a necklace, finely and delicately woven, with red and gold beads sewn throughout. It's beautiful, and ornate, and you immediately lift up your hair so that he can fasten it around your neck.

You run your fingers over it, smiling. "Neteyam, it's beautiful. It must have taken such a long time!"

He shrugs. "Well, it's Valentine's, right?"

Your mouth falls open in shock. "Who told you that?"

"Norm," he replies sheepishly. "He said it was a big deal, on earth. A day for people in love."

You touch the necklace again, tears welling in your eyes at the thought and effort Neteyam put into a holiday that you never really cared about or celebrated on earth.

"I didn't get you anything, Neteyam. I'm so sorry. I didn't even realize it was, um, February."

That's a word he doesn't know, and you don't feel like explaining. Instead, you throw your arms around him and engulf him in a warm hug.

"You got me you - that's all I need," he whispers, and your heart melts.

Lo'ak

Lo'ak tells you a few days in advance that he's planning something special for your 'big day' and you spend every moment trying to figure out what he means by that, but he won't tell you.

He teases you about his plans, everything he's going to do for you, but won't admit what the special occasion is.

It isn't your birthday, or his, nor is it a special celebration with The People... you're at a complete loss, and wonder if he's just joking, until the day arrives.

"You're going to claim your ikran today! Happy Valentine's Day!" he exclaims bright and early in the morning, as the blood drains from your face.

"Valentine's? My ikran! Who told you about Valentine's?"

"Neteyam. He's making his mate some stupid necklace. But my mate is going to claim an ikran!"

"Oh, Lo'ak, I don't think I'm ready," you reply, fear creeping into every bone in your new Na'vi body.

He grabs your arm, pulling you up out of your hammock, and you behind descending together without a word. All the way to the Ikrans' nest, he reassures you, tells you how strong and capable you are, how he's sure you're ready, and you almost believe him by the time you get there... almost.

He continues cheering you on, talking you through it as you fight and tame a gorgeous orange, green and white ikran, and when you finally make the connection with her, he basically forces the two of you off a cliff for your first ride, following closely behind you.

Though you feel nervous, you mostly feel proud and excited, and you see those emotions reflected on Lo'ak's face.

You ride together for a long time, and when you finally land, he sweeps you up into his arms, spinning you around, letting out a bellowing victory cry.

"I knew you could do it!"

You squeal with laughter, and pepper his face with kisses when he sets you down.

"I'm so proud to call you mine. Happy Valentine!" he exclaims, and you can't help but laugh.

"Happy Valentine, Lo'ak."

#neteyam x reader #Lo'ak x reader #neteyam fic #Lo'ak fic #avatar twow

[wheels-of-despair]

Worth It | Ralph Penbury x You | Masterlist

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Summary: Ralph has to go away for a few days, and neither of you are sure you'll survive your time apart. Words: 1.6k

Ralph liked Mondays, because on Mondays, he got to reunite with the love of his life after two long days apart. And after several days of being sick and bed-bound, he was even more eager to resume regular meetings in the park. Desperate to get out of his room, he bathed and dressed early, then headed down for breakfast.

He was nibbling on a piece of fruit and listening to Victoria ramble about a party he'd missed that weekend when Langley came in with a tray of mail. Victoria went through each piece, tossing them aside when they appeared uninteresting, until she found one that caught her eye. She ripped into it with a letter opener.

"Oh, Cousin Madge is getting married! Who would marry that fat cow? This must be a mistake. Surely Uncle Hal sees that this suitor is only after the family fortune!" She looked at Ralph expectantly, waiting for him to echo her sentiments, but he merely shrugged. Turning back to the invitation, she continued relaying its contents. "The wedding is to be held on Saturday… well they haven't given us much notice! I wonder if she's already pregnant? Not that anyone would be able to tell!"

Ralph sits silently, remembering that he'll need to return to his room to fetch your book of fairy tales before meeting you in the park today. He'd finished the whole thing, even re-read the ones you read to him, and was eager to discuss his favorites.

"Ralph!" Victoria snaps. "Are you listening? I said we'll leave tonight, and come back on Monday. It says they'll have a hundred guests and numerous activities, all week long!"

"Tonight?" Ralph asks.

"Yes, Ralph!" She points at the postmark on the tattered envelope. "It was mailed weeks ago, it must've gotten lost. I'm so glad it found us in time, this shall be great fun!"

Ralph somehow doubted that.

"I have some news…" Ralph began hesitantly. You untangled yourself from him, sitting back to pay attention. It had been a warm reunion, as all Mondays were, but you were both exceptionally happy to be back on your bench where you belonged. Not that you'd minded cuddling with him in his bed, although you hoped next time, it wouldn't be because he was sick.

"I have to go away for a while," he said, looking at you apologetically. You tried not to show your devastation over losing him for even a single day. "Victoria and I have to travel north for a cousin's wedding."

"How long will you be gone?"

"Seven days."

"Seven days," you repeat, heart already feeling heavier.

"We leave tonight."

"Tonight?" you ask breathlessly.

"The invitation got lost in the mail, it wasn't delivered until today. I don't particularly want to go, but it's expected of me. I'd much rather stay here with you," he explains quickly. You nod in understanding.

You hadn't spent more than two days apart from him since Valentine's Day. How are you supposed to cope with seven Ralphless days? He holds your hands in his, and leans his forehead against yours.

"Do you remember, when I was sick, you said that one day you'd never have to leave me again?"

"Yes," you whisper, willing the tears in your eyes to not spill over.

"It's all I can think about," he whispers back. "Perhaps when I return… we'll finally tell everyone? If I survive this week, I'll never want to spend a single day away from you ever again."

You pull back and stare into his big brown eyes, genuine and full of love. Unable to find words, you nod. His face breaks into a grin and he pulls you closer. You quite liked the thought of never having to say goodbye to your Ralph ever again.

Victoria was having the time of her life. She'd spent most of her time at the wedding with her tongue down a man's throat. A man who was probably a distant cousin, but if Victoria didn't care enough to find out, Ralph didn't either. He wanted to go home. Someone was waiting for him. Someone who would be happy to see him again. Someone who loved him. He smiled. Ralph smiled a lot these days.

While the other wedding guests played croquet and gossiped over tea and whatever else guests do at a week-long wedding, Ralph sat by himself and thought about you. What were you doing now? What were you reading? Had those mysterious flowers near your bench bloomed yet? Had you identified them? Did you miss him? He happily allowed these thoughts to consume his every waking moment, and was even happier when you appeared in his dreams as well.

He knew there was no sense in sending you letters, because he'd be back home before they arrived - and what if they were intercepted by your mother? - but he wrote them anyway. He found that when he appeared to be busy writing, people left him alone with his thoughts. He poured out his heart into pages that seemingly filled themselves. He'd give them to you when he returned.

The day before the wedding, a servant approached him.

"Sir?" Ralph looked up with a glare, wondering who would dare disturb his letter-writing.

"I have a letter for you, sir." Ralph accepted the envelope with confusion… and then his heart nearly burst.

You'd written him. He'd only been gone a few days, and you'd written to him. He ripped into the envelope and pulled out several pages covered in your handwriting. He caught a whiff of your perfume on the paper. He wasn't sure whether to read them or hug them, but opted for holding them close while reading them.

My Dearest Ralph,

I started writing this letter as soon as I walked in and sat down, and plan to mail it first thing in the morning, in hopes that it finds you in time.

I know we've only just parted, but I didn't want you to think I'd forgotten about you. I promised to pine, and pine I shall. As soon as I finish writing this letter. For now, I am happy and filled with thoughts of being with you again.

My life has taken quite a turn since that fateful Valentine's Day dance I didn't even want to attend. I never thought I'd feel this way about another person, let alone one who'd been right under my nose for so long. I lie awake at night and wonder, if we had talked sooner, would we be married by now? Would I be there with you, instead of alone in my childhood bedroom?

I have felt more happiness during these last few weeks with you, than in all my life before. You are my first thought upon waking, and the last thing on my mind before drifting off to sleep. I eagerly await a time in which you will be there, beside me, always.

You are the most wonderful person I've ever known. (And the most handsome!) You are sweet, you are kind, you are funny and clever and generous. I have never experienced a dull moment with you. I don't think such a thing exists. You are such a force of life, just being near you may be enough to sustain me. Never change, Ralph, and never listen to anyone who says you're anything short of perfect. They are wrong. (Especially Victoria. Please refer to this letter if she says anything mean to you while you're away.)

Now that I know your love, I don't know how I'm going to live without you, even for seven dreadful days. I fear this time apart will break me. Should I perish, know that I loved you more than life itself, and that I demand that you mourn me for at least one full year before moving on. If you move on too quickly, I shall haunt you forever.

I've decided to continue going to the park each day, though it won't be the same without you. Word of your sudden departure has spread, and I fear Mother and Father may connect the dots if my dear Mary happened to disappear the same week you did. No, I shall go, and sit on our bench alone, and spend my afternoons writing to you. I won't bother sending more, as they probably won't reach you in time, but I'll give them to you when you get home. An official record of my pining. I take my promises very seriously, Mr. Penbury.

I came up with a plan for Operation Ruin My Mother's Life over the weekend - and it's quite a good one, if I do say so myself - but didn't want to waste our last day together talking about that. I seem to recall my lips being otherwise occupied anyway.

I'll check the train schedule this week, and will be at the station to greet you when you arrive. The thought of delaying our reunion by even a minute makes me want to throw myself down the stairs. I'll be there waiting, but I warn you: It is quite possible that once I get my arms around you again, I'll never let you go.

I shall continue missing you terribly, until you're back with me where you belong. Then we'll break the news, and never be forced to suffer like this again. I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you.

All my love,

A lipstick mark was left instead of a signature. Ralph lifted the page to his lips and kissed it back, imagining you were here with him. No one had ever said such nice things to him before. And you were writing to him every day as well, just like he was for you! He had half a mind to hire a car to take him home immediately.

But he stayed. It was only three more days. And then, you'd never have to be apart for that long ever again.

#writings of despair #ralph is worth it #ralph penbury #ralph penbury x you #ralph penbury x reader #ralph timewasters

[bradshawsbaby]

A Valentine’s Day to Remember

Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Natasha “Phoenix” Trace

Author’s Note: Whew, so glad I finished this one in time for Valentine’s Day! Hannix’s very first V-Day, anyone? This story is my second submission for @roosterforme​’s #love is in the air tgm challenge! It’s inspired by My Girl by The Temptations.

Warnings: Subtle sexual innuendos, implied sex, brief language, lots and lots of Valentine’s Day fluff.

Jake Seresin didn’t do Valentine’s Day.

It wasn’t that he had anything against the holiday in particular. If people wanted to have a day set aside to act like saps and drop hundreds of dollars just to prove they loved each other, let them. He had no problem with that. He just didn’t feel the need to celebrate himself.

Valentine’s Day was a day for love, and he’d never considered himself one for love. If ever he happened to be seeing—or rather, sleeping with—a girl in the early weeks of a new year, he always managed to cut things off well in advance of February 14th. No point getting roped into buying chocolates and flowers for a girl he barely liked, let alone loved.

But things were different now. He was different now.

This year, Jake Seresin was in love. And the woman who had captured his heart deserved the world on a string and so much more.

Though their relationship had faced a tumultuous beginning, he and Natasha were in a good place now. With their feelings finally out in the open, and their relationship status revealed to the rest of the Dagger Squad, Jake found himself feeling happier than he had in—well, ever. These past few months with Phoenix had transformed him in ways he never would have thought possible, and for the first time in his life, he was actually looking forward to Valentine’s Day.

Any day where he got to shower Phoenix with love and show her just how much she meant to him was a good day in his book.

“Bagman, don’t go crazy,” she kept telling him whenever he dropped hints that he was planning to spoil her on the big day. “I don’t need a lot. Seriously. As long as we can spend the day together, I don’t care what we do. And I don’t need a ton of gifts. Really.”

Despite her protestations, Jake was determined to go all out. This was their first Valentine’s Day as a couple—hopefully the first of many—and he wanted to do it right. No flower arrangement was too elaborate. No gift was too expensive.

Phoenix deserved the world, and he wanted to be the one to give it to her.

The day had started out perfectly. Knowing that she’d rise early to make coffee and breakfast, the way she often did whenever she spent the night at his place, he’d made sure to have the massive bouquet of pink and red lilies—her favorite flower—set out on the table before she awoke.

“Bagman!” she’d gasped in pleasure, the sound going straight to his heart and making it throb with tender affection.

Seeing the way her eyes lit up, the way her sweet mouth curved into a private little grin, the way she bent forward to delicately sniff the blossoms, her dark hair spilling over her shoulder, he didn’t think he’d ever felt more in love with her. Witnessing her happiness was all the reward he needed.

“Thank you,” she murmured, turning to wrap her arms around him and kiss him softly. “How does breakfast in bed sound?” she whispered against his lips, running her lithe fingers through the blonde hair at the nape of his neck.

“Delicious,” Jake smirked wickedly, tossing her over his shoulder and carrying her back towards the bedroom.

“Jake!” she laughed, pounding on his back with her fists. “I meant actual breakfast!”

“Oh, did you?” Jake grinned, pinching her thigh playfully as she wriggled in his hold. “Maybe later. I am feeling famished at the moment, but not for pancakes, Minx.”

It had been a perfect morning indeed.

After a long, hot shower together, they’d thrown on their bathing suits and gone for a walk on the beach, where, walking hand in hand, Jake had stopped to give Phoenix her second present of the day.

“Jake, you didn’t need to,” she breathed out, her dark eyes widening as she watched him slip the jewelry box out of his pocket.

“Maybe I didn’t need to, but I wanted to,” Jake smirked, admiring the way the bright San Diego sun reflected off her dark hair. “Open it,” he added softly, suddenly feeling a bit anxious that she wouldn’t like it. He’d never bought her jewelry before—knew she didn’t often wear it and preferred to keep things simple—so he hoped that it was something that would make her happy.

Biting down on her lower lip, Phoenix slowly opened the flat, square box and gasped softly when she saw what lay nestled inside. “Oh, Jake,” she said quietly, reaching to lift it up and hold it against the early afternoon light. “It’s beautiful.”

“Do you like it?” he asked, uncharacteristically self-conscious as he rubbed the back of his neck. When he’d first seen the delicate gold bracelet, with the tiny F-18 charm, he’d jumped at the opportunity to get it for her, a gift that was not only pretty, but also served as a reminder of the amazing woman and aviator that she was. But now, in the moment, he was worried she might find it corny. “If you don’t, I can always—”

“I love it,” she cut him off, lifting her head and beaming at him. “Help me put it on?”

Shoulders relaxing in relief, Jake smiled and took the bracelet from her grasp, his calloused fingers brushing against her skin as he wrapped it around her wrist. Just as he snagged the clasp closed, he lifted her hand towards his lips and pressed a kiss to the pulsepoint in her wrist, feeling the strong beat of her heart pounding in her delicate veins.

“Turning all sappy on me, Bagman?” she teased. But he’d heard the slight catch in her voice, the way she quietly sucked in a breath as his lips had ghosted across her skin.

“Isn’t that what Valentine’s Day is for, Minx?” he winked, ducking his head to capture her mouth with his own.

After grabbing some ice cream at the boardwalk, they made their way back to Jake’s place, where Phoenix insisted on making burgers for lunch as a special treat for him.

“Since you didn’t actually let me make breakfast in bed,” she laughed, swatting him away whenever he tried to distract her.

He smiled in contentment as he sat at the kitchen table, watching her bustle around the room with ease, like it was the most natural thing in the world. She belonged here. In this house. With him. He’d never noticed how empty and lonely his life had been until she’d come blazing into it.

She was perfect. This day was perfect.

That was, until, it came time for dinner.

He’d thought of everything, planned every aspect of the day so that their first Valentine’s Day together would be one she would always remember. Or so he’d thought.

One thing he’d somehow managed to overlook, having never truly celebrated the holiday in the past, was the importance of dinner reservations.

“I was thinking we could go to Catania for dinner tonight,” he told her later that afternoon as they lay wrapped up together on the couch, lazily running his fingers through her hair. It was one of the best Italian restaurants in San Diego, and one of their favorite date night spots.

“Oh, that sounds good,” Phoenix nodded, tracing circles on his chest with the tip of her finger. “Did you make a reservation?”

Jake frowned slightly, glancing down at her. “I...no. I mean, we don’t normally need one.”

Phoenix bit her lip, sitting up slightly. “I have a feeling they’re going to be booked tonight. Last year, Rooster said he had to make reservations three weeks in advance.”

He tried to ignore the sinking feeling in his gut. “Damn, I didn’t even realize. I guess I should have thought—”

“It’s okay,” Phoenix insisted, resting a hand on his arm. “We can go to Catania another night.”

“But it’s Valentine’s Day, Minx. We have to go somewhere nice for dinner,” Jake replied, reaching for his phone. “Just give me one second,” he told her, rising from the couch and stepping into the other room so that he could try calling some of the other best spots in town.

One man literally laughed him off the phone.

What the hell had he been thinking? Not making a dinner reservation for Valentine’s Day? Was he an idiot or something?

“What’s wrong?” Phoenix asked, appearing in the doorway with an arched brow.

“Oh, uh, nothing, I was just trying to see if I could get us a table at any of the places that we like,” he fumbled to explain, frantically trying to think of any other restaurants he could contact. “I guess—well, clearly I wasn’t thinking and I just—”

“Hey,” she interjected, stepping closer to him and wrapping her arms around his waist. “It’s not a big deal. If you want to go out for dinner, we can just drive around until we find a spot.”

“Are you sure?” he asked, his brow furrowed in frustration. He had managed to get the flowers and the gift and yet had somehow forgotten the dinner reservation. How dumb was he to think that any good restaurant would have an available table on Valentine’s Day?

As it turned out, none of them did. Which is how he and Phoenix ended up sitting in the middle of Tito’s Snack Shack, a hole in the wall dive bar with a menu limited to food of the deep-fried variety, with the only feature worth bragging about being that it was situated close to the beach. He might as well have taken her to The Hard Deck. At least Penny ran a classy establishment.

Oh yeah, and evidently Tito’s operated under the assumption that anyone stupid enough to spend their Valentine’s Day eating cheese fries and drinking crappy beer also wanted to be serenaded with some of the worst karaoke known to man.

“I’m sorry,” Jake called across the table, raising his voice to be heard over some woman’s shrieking rendition of Man! I Feel Like A Woman!

“What?” Phoenix volleyed back, leaning in closer to hear him. 

She didn’t seem bothered by their surroundings at all, happily munching on the nachos she’d ordered, but Jake was mortified.

“I said I’m sorry!” he called again, louder this time. He wanted to crawl out of his skin. Their first Valentine’s Day together, and he’d taken her to this dump.

“For what?” she asked, looking puzzled. She reached for the pint of Bud Light she’d ordered—the most palatable thing on the menu, which was really saying something—and sipped slowly, her gaze fixed on him.

Jake just shook his head, wishing he had some cotton balls to stuff in his ears. Was the point of Karaoke Night to sound as horrible as humanly possible? His leg shook anxiously underneath the table and he looked anywhere but at his girlfriend. This was humiliating. Phoenix deserved a four-course meal at a five-star restaurant, and he’d taken her to a dump.

“Bagman?” Phoenix pressed, growing concerned at the way he was withdrawing, his eyes scanning the room over and over again, but never landing back on her. “Jake!” she called his name, reaching across the table to rest her hand atop his.

It was only then, at the touch of her hand, that his green eyes snapped back towards her, the troubled look on his face only further fueling her concern.

“Jake, what’s wrong?” she demanded, unable to understand his sudden shift in demeanor. The day had been going so well.

“Everything!” Jake suddenly exploded, startling her. “Look around, Minx! Look where we are right now!” he huffed, spreading his hands to encompass Tito’s Snack Shack in all its glory.

Dark eyes widening, Phoenix glanced around the room for a moment, then turned to meet his gaze. “I mean, it’s not exactly The Hard Deck, but it’s not such a bad little spot. The nachos are good. Do you want some?”

“Jesus, Minx,” Jake groaned, dropping his head into his hands.

“What’s the matter? I’m not seeing what the problem is,” she said, lowering her voice slightly when the music finally stopped, another group stepping up to the makeshift stage to choose their karaoke number.

“It’s Valentine’s Day, Nat,” he sighed, the simple nickname falling off his lips easily. He said it as if that should explain everything.

She just blinked at him in response, still looking perplexed. “I know,” she said slowly, running her fingers over the bracelet he’d gifted her earlier that day. “I—I’m sorry. I’m still not seeing your point.”

How was she not understanding what he was trying to say?

“It’s Valentine’s Day and we’re in this hole in the wall!” Jake exclaimed, ignoring the dirty looks some of the nearby patrons shot his way. “It’s a dump, Phoenix,” he went on, looking more and more dejected with each word that passed his lips.

“Bagman, I—”

He interrupted her, not quite finished yet. “I wanted today to be special, Minx.”

“It has been special!” she insisted, resting her hand over his once more and squeezing gently.

He shook his head, his free hand balling up into a frustrated fist on the table. “No, no. This isn’t special. You deserve something amazing. The best. And instead, your idiot boyfriend forgot that no restaurant worth its salt takes walk-ins on Valentine’s Day. So instead, we’re in some shitty dive bar where some of the worst singers known to man have evidently gathered to torment us and continually remind me how colossally I fucked up.” Groaning again, he ran a flustered hand down his face.

Phoenix was quiet for a moment, just taking in his words.

“Jake,” she said softly, leaning towards him and waiting until he finally lifted his head and met her eye. “Today has been…” She paused, as if searching for the right words. “It’s been so much more than I ever could have hoped for. I’ve loved every minute of it because I love you. All I wanted out of today was for us to be together. And that’s what we’ve been doing. We’ve been together. Do you really think I give a shit where we eat dinner? We could have ordered a pizza and sat on the floor in our sweatpants and I would have been happy. Because it would have just been us. And that’s all I want. Catania. Tito’s Snack Shack. It doesn’t matter. So long as you’re the one sitting across from me, it’s a perfect Valentine’s Day in my book.”

Jake swallowed as he listened to her, transfixed by the stunning woman that he somehow got to call his. What had he ever done to deserve her? Nothing he could think of. And yet, there she was. What other woman could suddenly make Tito’s Snack Shack feel like a Michelin star restaurant?

Reaching across the table, he cupped her cheek in his hand and leaned forward to kiss her gently, the faint taste of nachos and beer on her lips. “In all honesty, I’ve never really done Valentine’s Day before. I guess I just wanted to make sure everything was perfect. Because you deserve that, Minx. You really do.”

She chuckled softly, tilting her head and leaning into his touch. “Well, if it makes you feel any better, Bagman, I’ve never really done Valentine’s Day before either. But I’d say this one was pretty damn great.”

“Did you know that I love you?” Jake grinned, brushing his thumb across her cheek.

She grinned in return, resting her hand over his. “I think I had a pretty good idea,” she teased, winking at him. “I love you, too. Now eat some nachos,” she insisted, shoving her plate towards him.

Jake relaxed as he took her words to heart, soaking up the joy of just getting to be with her, as opposed to worrying about where they were. Anywhere he went with Phoenix was special because she was special. She brought out the best not only in him, but in everything around him.

Smiling as he listened to her finish telling a story about some ridiculous prank that Fanboy and Payback had once roped her into, Jake glanced over at the karaoke setup and was suddenly struck by an idea—an idea that could have only been planted by the three rounds of terrible Bud Lights he’d consumed.

“I’ll be right back, Minx,” he told her suddenly, rising from the table and dropping a peck on her lips before heading across the room.

Assuming he was just going to the bathroom, Phoenix sat patiently at the table and fiddled with the dainty charm on her bracelet, smiling at the way it twinkled in the lights from the bar. She didn’t pay any mind as a familiar tune from The Temptations began filtering through the restaurant, spilling forth from the karaoke speakers. At least, not until a familiar voice took up the opening lines.

“I’ve got sunshine on a cloudy day,” crooned the slightly off-pitch singer, belting into the microphone. “When it’s cold outside, I’ve got the month of May.”

Jaw hanging open, Phoenix’s head snapped in the direction of the karaoke stage, where none other than Jake “Hangman” Seresin stood under the garish lights.

Momentarily smirking in her direction, Jake began working the crowd as he continued the famous lines, singing, “I guess you’d say…what can make me feel this way…”

“Oh, Bagman, I’ll kill you,” Phoenix murmured, covering her face and slinking down in her chair.

“My girl,” he bellowed into the mic, definitely off-key at this point as he swung to face her, pointing directly at her. “Talkin’ ’bout my girl. My girl!”

The rest of the audience turned to look at her, clapping and laughing as Jake jumped off the stage and made his way towards her, growing more and more dramatic as the song went on.

“I've got so much honey…the bees envy me. I've got a sweeter song…than the birds in the trees,” he serenaded her, reaching their table and wrapping an arm around her shoulders. “Everybody! Well, I guess you’d say, what can make me feel this way. My girl, my girl, my girl! Talkin’ ’bout my girl!”

“You’re so dead, Bagman,” she laughed, cheeks flushing a vibrant red as he continued to sing, someone deciding it was a good idea to shine a spotlight on them.

“Aww! But, Minx!” he grinned, winking down at her. “Don’t you know that…I don't need no money, fortune, or fame. I've got all the riches, baby, one man can claim…”

She groaned in response, shaking her head as he finished out the song with the rest of the crowd’s accompaniment. When the music finally ended, everyone applauded raucously, a few sharp whistles puncturing the air.

“Kiss her! Kiss her!” the audience began chanting, raising their glasses and banging on their tables.

Chuckling, Jake glanced down and met Phoenix’s amused gaze. “What do you say, Minx?”

“Might as well give the people what they want,” she laughed, rolling her eyes playfully.

Bending down, he covered her mouth with his own, kissing her softly at first, and then more deeply. God, he really did love her so much.

As the crowd hollered around them, Jake pulled back slightly, looking into her twinkling eyes. “What do you say, Minx? A Valentine’s Day to remember?”

“Forever,” Phoenix nodded, grabbing him by the front of his shirt and pulling him down for another kiss.

#love is in the air tgm #hannix #hangman x phoenix #jake hangman seresin #natasha phoenix trace #top gun #top gun: maverick

[karmic-vibes]

If I Can Dream

7 - Tell Me Why

cw: gender dysphoria

art credit: @lazylittledragon on tumblr and lazyjunebug on twitter. huge thank you for allowing me to use their artwork as inspiration for this story. please go support them and all they do!

a/n: this story is not in a world with the upside-down. this is simply a little, wholesome story of people who love and care for each other.

Year: 1988

Eddie had (finally) graduated from Hawkins High in 1986. Both him and Steve were going strong [to the point where he introduced Eddie to his teenage children], and doing moderately well in their respective community college classes. Initially, they both decided on getting a higher education in order to get better jobs to pay for Eddie’s top surgery. However, as an early Christmas gift, Wayne pooled his money together, working ungodly hours at the plant, to pay for the surgery out of pocket for his nephew.

Eddie got his procedure done late 1987. Steve was by his side the entire time, sleeping in the creaky, worn-down hospital chair, waiting for his boyfriend to finally wake up. When he did, in a daze, Eddie immediately questioned if Steve stole his tits (he, in fact, did not). His scars ended up healing well, with no further complications. While Steve was mildly upset he couldn’t pay for Eddie’s procedure, he was more than happy that his boyfriend didn’t need to (unhealthily) bind his chest anymore. 

As the two boys were each approaching the end of their programs in school, army crawling their way to an associates degree, they started talking about making some relatively big leaps in their relationship. The two boys were renting an apartment at the moment, and started talking about buying a home, maybe getting an animal or two. Possibly even considering marriage within the coming years—the possibilities were endless for the two of them. 

That was, until, Eddie was late. He had never been late. He started counting back the days, weeks even, from his last period—a week before Valentine’s Day.

“Shit,” he whispered.

He paced the bathroom, doing the math a million times over in his head to see if it was right. A pregnancy test sat face down on the counter, antagonizing Eddie as it took its sweet time processing the result.

Him and Steve always had unprotected sex. Ever since the very start of their relationship, Steve never wore a condom. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to, Eddie always told him he didn’t need to. And up until that point, he was right—they didn’t need one, per se. They both got tested regularly, and more often than not, Steve pulled out. Never, in a thousand years, did Eddie ever think he would find himself in this situation.

Knowing there was still another thirty minutes left to process on the test, he decided to rip the band-aid off and tell Steve what was going on. Steve was in their bedroom getting ready for work. He was sat on the bed, putting on his socks and adjusting the cuffs of his jeans. Eddie let out a heavy sigh and leaned against the doorframe.

“So, uh…” Eddie started. “Don’t freak out, but I’m really late.”

“Late for what?” Steve asked, only half paying attention. Eddie’s eyes shot open as he stared daggers into his boyfriend.

“Oh.” He shrugged, realization finally kicking in. “Oh!”

“Yeah, oh!”

“How-How… how?”

“You really want me to answer that?”

“I, um… holy shit… wow…”

“Yeah… wow…”

“Did you take a test?”

“It’s processing right now.”

“How much longer?”

“I dunno… twenty, maybe thirty minutes…”

“Shit, alright, um… let me call out of work and we’ll figure this out.” Eddie slowly nodded as Steve ran for the phone. He dialed up Family Video and anxiously twisted the phone cord, waiting for Keith or Robin to answer.

“Family Video, Robin speaking. How may I help you?”

“Oh, Rob, thank god it’s you. I can’t make it in today.”

“Why not?”

“Family stuff. I’ll tell you later when I know more. You mind covering?”

“I guess not, but you owe me one, dingus.”

“Yes, deal! Thank you, Robin, I love you.”

“Mhmm, good luck. Let me know how everything works out.”

“Okay, that’s settled,” Steve said, hanging up the phone. “So how late are you?”

“Uh, what’s today, April fifth, uh… week before Valentine’s Day was my last period.”

“That long! Jesus, Ed, why didn’t you say anything?”

“I don’t know! I had some light spotting last month that I figured was my period, but I’ve had terrible heartburn and nausea for the last week and just… something doesn’t feel right…”

“Okay, okay, well, let’s not jump to conclusions. We’ll go into the bathroom when the time is up and we’ll check, then go from there. Okay?” Eddie nodded. “Okay…”

The next half hour was agonizing for the two boys. It was as if time managed to stand still. When the time finally came, the two sat on the cold, tile floor, test in hand. Steve held it facing away from him with one hand gently resting on Eddie’s jittery knee.

“Do you want me to look first?” Steve asked.

“Yeah…” Eddie hesitantly whispered.

Steve held his breath as he flipped over the test. Eddie’s eyes glanced over, horrified at the sight.

Holy shit…

His heart was thumping out of his chest. The two pink lines glaring right back at him.

“Fuck,” he mumbled, anxiously gripping at his pant legs. “I knew it,” he scoffed. “I knew something wasn’t right… fuck!” He got up from the floor and stormed out of the bathroom.

Steve, being lost in the fantasy of becoming a father, did a double take at his partner stomping out of the bathroom. He scrambled to get up and follow him into the bedroom. He was throwing on an old hoodie, probably older than their relationship, and pushed his way to the front door.

“Eddie? Where are you going?”

“Out.”

“Eddie, wait–“

“I really don’t wanna do this right now, Steve.”

“So how long are you gonna stay out? And what happens when you come back? Huh? You can’t run from it, Ed–“

“Yeah, I can.”

He flicked his hood up and slammed the front door behind him. He began trudging his way through the streets, wiping his tears from his cheeks. He couldn’t believe this was happening—how could he have let this happen?

He managed to find his way to the local park. He dried his eyes and wiped his nose on the sleeve of his hoodie before scaling the most secluded tree he could find. He watched over all the parents with their children, not sure if he even wanted to be in their shoes. As he glazed over all the people in the park, he noticed his boyfriend, still in his work uniform with a cardigan thrown on for warmth.

“Fuck…” Eddie clutched his knees to his chest and wept into his hands.

“Ed… come on,” Steve pleaded. “Get down, please… I don’t want you getting hurt.”

Not wanting to cause a scene, Eddie climbed down and fell into his boyfriend’s arms, sobbing into the crook of his neck

“Sorry,” Eddie cried.

“It’s okay,” Steve whispered.

“No, it’s not.”

“It’s okay, really. I know you just freaked out.” He held Eddie close to him, running his hand up and down his back, while the other was laced in his hair. “Eddie,” he started, pulling out of the hug. “If you don’t want this–“

“It’s not that I don’t want it. I guess… I don’t know. I thought you’d panic and take off.”

“What the hell? No, absolutely not!”

“Yeah, part of me kinda figured,” Eddie mumbled, still avoiding eye contact. “So… I guess we’re having a kid…”

“I guess we are,” Steve smiled.

“Are you happy?” Eddie whispered.

“I’m really happy, Ed.”

“People are going to talk…”

“I know.”

“A lot.”

“I don’t care.”

“Shit… we’re gonna be dads.”

“Terrible, terrible dads,” Steve chuckled, pulling Eddie back in for a hug.

“I’ll be terrible. You’ll be great.”

“I’ll hear no such thing, Harrington.”

“Harrington?” Eddie pulled away, still keeping a grip on Steve’s forearms.

“Yeah, I figured we should share a last name. You know, for the baby,” he smirked.

“Right… for the baby…”

#eddie munson #eddie st4 #eddie stranger things #gay #st4 #steddie #steve harrington #steve x eddie #stranger things #lgbtq #pride #lgbt pride #trans eddie munson #transgender #love #happy #joe kerry #joseph quinn

[phoenix-downer]

The Long-Haired Maiden

~1520 words. RokuNami. Fairy Tale AU. Naminé POV. Romance, Love At First Sight, Rapunzel Retelling. Written for @pred1059 for the RokuNami Server's Valentine's Day Exchange.

Summary: Naminé dreams about the day she can be free from her tower when a mysterious stranger climbs into her life.

Naminé longed to go outside her tower. She didn’t care how dangerous it was. What threats might lurk behind the verdant green leaves of the forest surrounding her home. Every time she opened her window and heard the song birds chirping outside, she wanted to sprout wings and fly off with them.

But Marluxia and Larxene were never going to let her, and the tower made it impossible. It had neither stairs nor doors. The only way in or out was through the window, and the drop to the ground from up here was enough to kill a person without the special trick her guardians used.

Sighing, she opened her sketchbook to a blank page and grabbed a nearby pencil. She’d drawn the view outside her small window so many times, but the tower only provided so much entertainment. She supposed she could draw herself looking out the window. Waiting for something, anything to help her step outside her prison, even once.

As her pencil flew across the page, bringing to life the image in her mind, she hummed to herself. It was a lullaby whose origin she did not know. The humming soon turned to words, and she let her voice echo loud and clear through the secluded little valley. No one ever came here besides her guardians, and so no one would ever hear her besides them. And even if they did, they had no way of climbing the tower.

The sun sank low in the sky and the light faded from the world, and she sang to herself as she captured what she could on paper. 

Presently, a sudden sound interrupted her reverie. “Naminé, Naminé, let down your long hair,” a man’s voice called to her. 

It must be Marluxia. Strange, this wasn’t usually the time he or Larxene came. They preferred the mornings or early afternoons, and it was twilight. Well, only her guardians knew the secret call. Maybe something was pressing or urgent. She carefully fastened her long, golden hair around a hook in the window, then let her braid down for him to climb.  

Now that it was night, all she could really make out of Marluxia was his black cloak with the hood pulled over. She waited patiently as he climbed, one gloved hand going over the other. It wasn’t until he had reached the window and was climbing through it that she realized something was wrong. The cloaked figure was smaller than Marluxia for one, and when he straightened and removed his hood, the candlelight revealed a handsome young man with windswept golden hair and piercing blue eyes.

Oh dear. It was much too late to do anything about the fact that this wasn’t Marluxia. It wasn’t Marluxia at all. Her guardians’ warnings about thieves and vagabonds raced through her head, and yet there was something about him that put her at ease. 

“Who are you?” she finally asked when she’d found her voice. It came out much shakier than she would’ve liked.

He smiled, and something about his smile made her breath catch and her heart leap in her chest. That had never happened before. She wasn’t quite sure what to make of it. But it wasn’t a bad feeling, not at all. Just…unexpected.

“I’m Roxas,” he said in answer to her question, bowing politely. “I’m a prince, and my family’s kingdom isn’t far from here.”

A prince! So he wasn’t a thief or vagabond after all. Well, that was a relief. “But how…”

“I heard you singing when I was passing by one day,” he replied. “Your voice is beautiful, but you sounded sad.”

Sad? Well, she supposed she was sad. How could she be happy when she wasn’t free?

“I wanted to meet you at least once,” he said, his face very earnest and sincere. “Today, I finally figured out how.” He grinned and cupped a hand over his mouth. “Naminé, Naminé, let down your long hair!”

“O-Oh. Well I suppose…” She cleared her throat and rested her hand over her heart. “Yes, that’s right. My name is Naminé.”

“Naminé,” he echoed. “It’s pretty. Like you.”

Heat rushed to her cheeks. Another strange new sensation. “Oh, um, thank you,” was all she could manage. What was it about this man that left her tongue tied?

“You’re welcome.” He glanced around the tower, taking in the rocking chair by the window with her sketchpad and pencils, the small kitchen and cozy fireplace, the little table with three chairs tucked into the corner, her bed with its royal blue canopy and matching covers. “Do you live here?” he asked.

“I do.” It had been her home and her prison ever since she could remember. Marluxia and Larxene made sure her needs were attended to, but a gilded cage was still a cage.

“Do you ever leave?”

She shook her head, and the way his eyebrows knitted together and his lips pulled into a taut line surprised her. Why did he care so much?

“So you’re trapped here,” he said, his voice dropping lower. “That��s why you’re sad.”

“Yes,” she said softly.

“Do you want to leave?”

“More than anything. But I have no way to escape.”

“What if I helped you?”

Her breath caught again. It was one thing to daydream about leaving, it was another altogether to actually act on the urge. Now that the possibility was on the table, she found herself hesitating.

“We would be punished harshly if they caught us. My guardians Marluxia and Larxene would, I mean.”

“They don’t have to know.”

She considered this. She had never tried to hide anything from them. No, that wasn’t true. She never voiced her true feelings about being locked in the tower. She’d tried once, only to be yelled at for several minutes straight about how it wasn’t safe out there, they just wanted to protect her, she couldn’t handle being out in the real world.

But wasn’t that her choice to make? What was the point in being protected from a world she never got to experience?

“Why do you want to help me?” she finally asked Prince Roxas.

“Because it’s the right thing to do,” he said, his eyes flashing with determination. “No one should spend their life imprisoned in a tower. You deserve to be as free as I am.” 

Something about his answer reassured her. Perhaps it was how fiercely he was advocating for her. Maybe it was because he didn’t say a word about what he expected to get out of the arrangement. No, the focus was on helping her and doing the right thing.

Still, this wasn’t the sort of decision she could make lightly. “I…I need time to consider,” she said, pressing her fingers together. “I want to leave, but—”

His expression softened. “You’re scared, aren’t you? Can’t say I blame you. Some strange guy climbs through your window and wants you to leave the only home you’ve ever known. I’d be hesitating too. What can I do to gain your trust?”

“Could you…come back tomorrow?” she said. “And the day after that. But only in the evenings or at night. Mornings and afternoons are when they visit.”

“I’d be happy to. And each time I visit, I’ll bring a small length of rope. Not enough to raise suspicion, but enough for us to make a ladder to climb down, piece by piece. And when the ladder is finished, that’s when we can escape. Together.”

She nodded. His plan was worth a try. It was her only chance of escape, really, and the nightly visits would give her a chance to get to know him before then.

“So tomorrow at twilight, you’ll be back to see me?” The prospect was very appealing indeed, and not just because she wanted to escape. No, the prince was someone she felt like she could spend hours talking to, and the thought of seeing him again made her stomach flutter like a bird that had taken wing.

He smiled. “I will. I promise.”

With that he put his hood back over his head and she fastened her hair into the hook on the window once more. Carefully, she lowered him to the ground and watched as he mounted his horse and rode off into the night. 

Smiling to herself, she pulled her golden braid back up, then sat on her rocking chair and grabbed her sketchbook and pencils. A new idea for a drawing had entered her mind, and she worked on it until the candle was just a stub and the wick flickered. 

When she was finished, she examined her handiwork with a satisfied nod before fastening it to the wall and lighting a fresh candle.

She sat down to eat a delicious supper of apple slices, chunks of cheese, and fresh bread, but her eyes kept wandering to what she’d drawn. Two golden birds flew through the skies together, completely free to go anywhere they liked. The tower was far in the distance, and they would never have to return again.

Someday, that picture would be reality, she was sure of it.

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A/N: Thank you for reading! Pred requested a fairy tale AU as one of the options for the exchange, and RokuNami has such good Rapunzel vibes that I decided to go that route. Thank you for the prompt Pred and for joining the exchange! And thank you to Liv for beta reading the story!

I hope you all enjoyed, and Happy Valentine's Day!

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The Princess & the Football Player | Chapter 23

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"Happy Valentine's Day, Declan Rice."

"Happy Valentine's Day, your Royal Highness. I'm sorry for calling you this late, today has been hectic."

"It's ok, don't worry. I've also had a busy day getting everything ready for my trip to South Africa."

"I'm gonna miss you so much when you leave..."

"You'll be fine, Declan. With all the games you are playing while I'm gone, you won't have time to miss me. And we'll be in the same time zone, we can keep calling each other."

"Yeah... But if I'm really needy, I'll have you kilometers away, not as close as I have you now."

"If you are needy, you have some of the photos from our Christmas dinner. Use them" I smirk.

"It isn't the same and you know it."

"Do you have early training tomorrow?"

"I sadly do, yes. Were you planning on paying me a visit?" he asks with a mischievous smile.

"Since you seem to be so needy..."

"Urgh, it sucks that we can't see each other on Valentines Day."

"It is like any other day, Declan."

"Yeah, but it is our first Valentine's Day together. I wanted to have a lovely dinner together, maybe watch a movie, then make love until the sun comes out... Those things."

"Those things" I laugh. "But are we back to making love?"

"It's Valentine's Day. You must be romantic."

"And on your birthday we fucked..."

"Because we had to celebrate that I was alive for another year."

"Ok" I laugh again. "So should I expect the same for my birthday in a couple of months?"

"You should. You definitely should" he says, giving me that look that makes my body burn.

"Eleanor!"

"Holy shit, mum!" I say, my phone slipping from my hands and hitting the floor as I get up from the sofa. "Have you never heard of these things called knocking or ringing the bell?"

"I'm your mother, I don't need to do that."

"Yes, you do need to do that. This is my house."

"Whatever. Have you seen this?" she says, showing me her phone.

"Oh, that. They made it official" I reply, looking at a photo of Roberta and Mason.

"You knew about this?"

"Of course I did, mum. She is my best friend."

"So you've been hanging out with him? With a football player?"

"Jesus, mum. Why do you always talk about them as if they were something disgusting? Did one of them break your heart as a teen or something?" I laugh.

"Don't be silly" she scoffs. "Have you been hanging out with him, yes or no?"

"I have, mum" I say, rolling my eyes. "Mason is a really nice guy, and he makes Roberta very happy."

"Mason. What type of name is that?" she chuckles.

"Oh my God, mum. Who cares?"

"I do. And I don't like you mingling with football players."

"What?"

"They are just a bunch of spoiled kids with too much money who spend it on ugly cars, uglier clothes and cheating on their wives."

"Oh wow" I laugh. "You just described half the boys I grew up with."

"Don't compare them, Eleanor. They aren't the same."

"Yeah, that's true. Football players earn their own money with their talent and have an actual job. These kids are just wasting their parents money and doing nothing. If they want a job, they don't have to worry, daddy will give them one."

"You are so... Urgh!" my mum says. "I truly hope the boy you are seeing isn't one of them."

"A spoiled rich kid? Nope, he isn't. And how do you know I am seeing someone?"

"Your grandmother told me when we had a chat on Christmas. But I was talking about a football player, not a decent boy from a good family."

"Decent. You love that word, don't you?" I laugh chuckle. "And you wouldn't say the same if you had been at the parties I've been to."

"Whatever. I just hope you have good taste."

"I have very good taste, mum. Don't worry" I smile.

"Good. And I better go, your dad is probably wondering where I am."

"I doubt it" I say to myself.

"What?"

"Nothing, nothing. Good night, mum."

"Goodnight, Eleanor" she says before leaving.

"Dec? Are you still there?" I say, picking my phone from the floor.

"Yeah..."

"I'm sorry you had to hear all that."

"Nah, it's ok. But the day I meet your mum... I fear for my life" he laughs. "Though I think you may be into something when you asked her if a football player dumped her, you know?"

"You think?"

"Yeah... Maybe, I don't know" he shrugs. "But she seems so bitter."

"She is bitter. I'll have to ask around, see if anyone knows something. And again, I'm sorry about everything she said."

"It's fine, don't worry. She may not like me, but I know you grandmother does and she is way scarier. It's good to know I have her on my side."

"It is, yes."

"Eleanor..."

"Uh?"

"We are gonna be fine, ok?"

"Yeah" I sigh.

"God, I wish I could be there to hug you."

"So do I."

"Ok, that's it. We are meeting tomorrow after training, clear your schedule."

"What?" I laugh.

"Tell them you don't feel ok or whatever. I know you are very clever when it comes to excuses to sneak around" Declan smirks. 

"Mr. Rice, what are you implying?" I smile.

"Let's meet tomorrow, Eleanor. Here, at my place. We can have lunch together and then just lay on the sofa cuddling for the rest of the day. We'll even turn off our phones so one bothers us."

"That sounds perfect."

"Do we have a date, then?"

"We do, yes."

"Perfect. See you tomorrow, Eleanor. I love you."

"I love you too, Declan."

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