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chaos-is-beautifvl · 1 year

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𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 & 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: lip gallagher x fem!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: if there is one notable trait of lip gallagher other than his over-the-top cockiness and brains, it’s his disdain for all things lovey-dovey. but what happens when someone comes around who turns his world upside down?

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1964

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: i quickly finished this wip so i could meet my goal of posting at least one fic per month. next month will definitely have more writing but i hope you all enjoy this very late valentine’s day fic

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Lip has never been one for theatrics or romance or anything of the like, and he prides himself on that. He thinks of himself as a simple guy who doesn’t need much charm to get laid.

So why is he standing in line on a cold, bitter morning to buy flowers?

When he met you, Lip had sworn off getting attached or dealing with girls who would be attached. He had dealt with so much drama and crazy exes over the years, and honestly, he was over it.

But, somehow, you had wormed your way into his life, or rather, him into yours. Something about the chase - you not wanting him and him wanting you - made the idea of being with you even more intriguing. Now, he knew no meant no, but after a month or two or three of him pursuing you, you finally obliged.

Unbeknownst to the brunet, your want for him didn’t suddenly start after he chased you. From the beginning, you’d found an interest in him, but unlike the previous girls he’d dabbled with, you weren’t looking for a wham-bam-thank you ma’am situation.

You weren’t a sap. You loved your rom-coms, but you weren’t looking for Prince Charming to swoop down and rescue you. You certainly could save yourself. So, what were you looking for? You wanted someone who didn’t care about holding your hand but wanted to. You were looking for someone who wanted you for you and not what was in your pants. And that’s why Lip was not the person you had in sight.

You had too many people in your life who wanted you for the wrong things, and though you were strong enough to kick them to the curb, it hurt a little. You watched rom-coms, so of course, you’re a bit sensitive. And you’d be lying if you said those movies didn’t affect what you wanted in a partner.

So when Lip came around, all smirks and cockiness exuded, the only thought that crossed your mind was: “Hot.” Lip might have been hot, but he wasn’t so hot that he clouded your judgment. You’d quickly deduced that your interests were not aligned and didn’t even spare him a second glance.

Okay, that’s a lie. You thought the guy was hot, so saying you only looked once is incorrect. But there’s a difference between looking and fucking, and you certainly were not fucking him.

But sure enough, after getting to know him, you felt your walls crumbling down. Gone were the days when you would ask your coworkers to inform you if he came into the shop so you wouldn’t be unprepared. You liked the unannounced visits.

You took the whole self-love thing pretty seriously, so before you let someone into your life, who could easily hurt you without hesitation, you wanted them to deserve you. Seeing his dedication made your heart skip a beat faster than you would like. And every time he showed up, you found a smile creeping on your face.

At one point, your manager even asked if you two were dating with how often Lip came around. He was a regular at your job and a constant in your mind.

He always came down to the little shop you worked at, chatting you up until the customers came in. Even then, he’d be staring at you, pulling faces and winking until you would roll your eyes and turn your head to hide your grin.

But despite the numerous butterflies he unleashed upon you, you were still hesitant, and rightfully so. Though Lip had proved himself to be caring, both of you knew that this whole dating and being romantic thing wasn’t him.

So, that’s why, when Ian was thinking about what he should get Mickey for Valentine’s Day, Lip knew what he needed to do.

The idea was so foreign to him that he felt like a dumbass, but with the number of rom-coms you forced him to watch and how you fawned over the courtship, Lip pushed the discomfort away. After all, you were the only “normal” girl he’d ever been interested in that was interested in him too.

With how fast the news spread in his family, it didn’t take long before everyone asked about you - where you were from, what you were like, why you wanted to be with him, of all people. The last one had lowkey offended him, but he couldn’t disagree.

You were special. You were the kind of person someone like him rarely came across, and he wasn’t letting you go that easily. Not if he could help, so brave the cold he did.

Lip was blowing hot air on his hands to warm them from the crisp winter air. He debated walking away and picking you some dry flowers from the ground but decided against it when he reminded himself that you deserved better than that.

Just when he thought his joints would lock in place, the line dissipated, the last person escaping the cold with their flowers in hand. Finally, it was his turn, but as he approached the stand, he was immediately overwhelmed by all the different shapes and colors.

His eyes scanned over the entire display as he fidgeted. Lip thought it would be easy to find you a bouquet of flowers, but it was proving to be more difficult than he thought. He racked his brain for any memory of you mentioning flowers you liked, but he came up empty.

“Can’t decide?” The seller asked, a hint of a smile on their face.

Lip laughed shortly, “Yeah, something like that. There are so many fucking flowers.”

“I like to have a variety. You’d be surprised how many people ask for the oddest flowers.” The seller watched Lip’s eyes flit from section to section before offering a reprieve. “What do you have in mind?”

Lip shoved his hands in his pockets, brows pinching together. “Uh, shit, I don’t know. Something purple, maybe?”

“Purple?” They clarified, nodding. “I can work with purple.”

As they readied their supplies, they nodded over to Lip. “Is this your first time? Buying things like this?”

The brunet suddenly felt exposed. “That obvious, huh?” He asked though he was sure his constant shuffling and wide-eyed expression answered his question.

“I’ve been doing this for a while, picked up some people-reading skills. For one, you look like you might throw up.” The scents were making his nose twitch. “And two, you’re nervous as hell. That usually means one of two things: you’re just awkward, which I totally get, or you don’t want to fuck up. I’m going to take a guess and say it’s the latter, right?”

Lip smirked, “Yeah, you got me. I don’t do this whole,” he removed his hands from his pockets to gesture to the wide display of flowers “romantic thing if you couldn’t tell.”

The seller smiled as they delicately placed the flowers together. “Oh, no, I definitely couldn’t tell. So I'll take it that this person is pretty special, huh?”

The brunet nodded, his smirk morphing into a genuine smile, “Yeah. Pretty special, yeah.”

“What’s so special about them?”

He had no idea where to start. There was so much Lip loved about you. “So, this girl, right? She’s one of the most amazing people I’ve ever met, and honestly, I don’t know what she sees in me because I can be a piece of shit sometimes. I’ve never really felt obligated to do this for all the other girls I've been with before, but the thing is, with her, I don’t even feel obligated. Like, she’s not forcing me or some shit. I just want to, you know. She knows I’m not into all this sappy bullshit, and I doubt this is the last place she’d expect me to be, but I don’t know, it just feels right.”

Lip had been rambling about you for so long that he hadn’t even noticed that the seller had finished the bouquet and was listening to his words with a smile. “Ah, love is a beautiful thing.”

His eyes widened more than they had when he approached the stand, and the look of shock on the brunet’s face sent the seller into boisterous laughter. Lip’s words came out frantic. “I mean- love is a strong word- I don’t know. Maybe?”

“Hey, don’t sweat it, kid.” The seller handed over the bouquet. “But you talk about someone like that, don’t let them go, ‘kay?”

All the way to your apartment, Lip thought over the seller’s words. He didn’t love you. Really, really like you? Sure. Love? No. Absolutely not. He just enjoyed your company, and you made him smile even on his bad days, and you didn’t give him shit whenever something came up with his family and-

Shit. He might actually love you.

He didn’t have long to ponder when the door to your apartment opened. Your roommate was on her way out when she bumped into Lip.

“Oh, hey,” she said. Lip nodded in acknowledgment, adjusting the gift in his hand, which caught her attention. “You got her something for Valentine’s Day?”

Lip looked down at the bouquet, “Uh, yeah. Is she here?”

“Yeah, you know her, never leaves the apartment. But it's sweet of you. She’s a major sap, so she'll love it.” Lip was glad to know your best friend approved. He never sought other people’s opinions, but he knew you valued hers.

“I’ve got a date to get to, but I swear to whatever you believe in that if you hurt her, I’ll hurt you.”

Now, Lip wasn’t easily deterred, but the smile on your roommate’s face as she threatened him had him slightly concerned. You saved him when you emerged from behind the door with a knowing smile. “Leave him alone. You’re going to be late.”

Your roommate checked her phone. “Okay, okay. I’m going.” She innocuously smiled at you before giving a silent warning sign to Lip, and it was then that he knew he needed to walk around eggshells when it came to her.

As soon as she was out of earshot, Lip produced the flowers with a smirk to hide his nervousness. Though he had been hesitant about getting you the flowers, watching your face light up made waiting in the cold and getting threatened by your roommate so worth it.

You gushed appreciation, the smile on your face growing wide as you placed your flowers in a vase after inviting him inside. Lip watched you with a smile of his own as you added water and set it on the window sill.

You approached him with a simpering grin. “You must really like me, huh?”

He thought back on what both the seller and your roommate said. He wouldn’t just do this for anyone. But for you, he’d stand out in the rain if he had to.

He squinted his eyes, bringing you closer to him. “Hmm, I don’t know. Maybe I need a little convincing.”

You hummed, leaning forward to press your lips against his. You pulled away, leaving him chasing after you. “Only a little, right?”

“Maybe a little more.”

You kissed him again, this time more heated than the last. His hands circled your waist as he deepened the kiss. Your fingers found purchase in his hair, weaving through the messy tufts.

You were about to show him how convincing you could be when your phone chimed loudly, disrupting the moment. Much to his reluctance, and yours, you separated from him to check the message.

“use protection, kids,” was the text from your roommate. You showed it to Lip, who only donned a smirk as he reached for you again.

“Looks like we should take her advice, dontcha think, babe?”

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cryinginmyroomsposts · 11 months

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Be My Valentine | Ch- 1 "No"

pairing: Vernon x reader

genre: fluff, angst, slight crack, friends to lovers, non-idol!au, college au

summary: College was hard enough and the thought of spending Valentine’s Day alone and sad was not your style. And the best solution was to go on a platonic date with your best friend Vernon. It goes so well that it becomes a tradition until it gets messy… nothing ever goes wrong by pretend-dating your best friend right?

status: ongoing

a/n: first time trying something like this cuz I saw too many edits on Vernon’s Fire verse! Please tell me your feedback!

pictures from Pinterest!

As if the sheer cold of the dying February winter was not enough to make life miserable, it also had to be dubbed the month of love. You weren’t a cynic but you knew enough to understand that Valentine’s Day and the gala around it is all nothing but a big capitalistic scheme. As the happy couples invest in the meaningless gifts and expressions of their extravagant love, the lonely saps drown their sorrows in the name of self-love. But your biggest complaint against this whole bonanza is the forced self-hate, even though it usually felt perfectly normal to be single and you even enjoyed it, this time of the year it always felt worse.

Maybe you were just another miserable single sap.

This year was going to be different. You were determined. But also you didn’t want to go through the painful process of pretending to be interested in a guy who, like all the other ones, would either turn out to be misogynist, homophobe or a transphobe- which constitutes 90% of the available population in your uni.

Hence why you find yourself walking with purpose toward the university library with the sole motive of hunting down you’re too smart for his own good best friend of a year and a half, Vernon.

You still remember meeting that shy little boy on the first day of your undergrad, looking lost in the crowd of the class and hoping you would let him sit with you. All it took was an awkward introduction for both of you to build your solid friendship. It was a perfect match- him, a hardworking genius with very minimal social skills and you, an almost genius with the concentration skills of a goldfish.

Vernon might be top of the class, a computer nerd with the face of a young Leo DiCaprio but even he was prone to the February blues and having seen how miserable he was during the previous year Valentines Day, especially as he watched his high school ex go gallivanting about with his then-roommate, you were determined to make this year a good memory for both you.

Also, he is the only guy in the university that you trust and is capable of handling you at the height of your drunkenness.

Looking at your watch you realise that only 10 minutes are left before he leaves his sanctuary at the library and goes to his Virtual Reality class. Of course, you knew his schedule, and he knew yours. He also knew that you hated being left on read and yet chose to do the exact same thing when you had texted the previous night about your genius plan.

Wheezing you finally reach the third floor of the big library that hosted all varieties of nerds and unfortunately, couples (they're everywhere this month, ugh). Walking across rows of shelves interspersed with group tables filled with students seeking refuge from the harsh winter cold or simply biding time, you finally reach the semi-private cabins.

Counting down five from the cabin to your right, you march toward the one you knew Vernon would be in. And surely enough, when you peek your head through the partition separating the hooded figure on the chair, with headphones and his laptop, from the rest of the library.

His head is bent as if he was peering into the laptop through the screen and as you move closer to his chair to reprimand him you realise he is sleeping. Gently moving inside the cabin, standing near the table, facing him, you can see that he had slept while coding. It doesn’t even surprise you anymore.

“Hey douchebag”, you say as you tap lightly on his shoulders. He jerks awake and blinks a couple of times before you see the understanding of reality dawn on his face. Removing his headphones, he moves his chair lightly behind and ruffles his fluffy hair.

“What do YOU want?” He sounds like his usual annoyed self. If you didn’t know he truly did like you as a friend you'd be offended.

But you don’t mind the grumpiness one bit as you settle down on the little space on the table smiling lazily as he gets more annoyed by the disturbance to his ecosystem of peace.

“I want a lot of things, for instance, I want a big mansion on top of a hill just to relax in the summer. I want to know why dolphins were made to be sea creatures if they can’t even breathe in water. I want to know why my skin breaks out in hives due to stress ONLY on my left side. I want to know why I get horny when-“ “Please shut the fuck up.”

He cuts you off with his palms reaching up to cover your mouth mid-sentence. You try mumbling against his palm for a second before which he grips tighter effectively stopping any attempt on your side.

He slowly lifts his eyebrows to warn you against trying to babble again and you nod in affirmative to the same. His eyes thin as he considers your sincerity of shutting up and seemingly convinced releases his grip on your face.

“Why do you talk so much all the time!” He growls as he rubs his eyes while settling back on his chair and lets out a yawn. He looks so much like the freshman kid you met and less like the overworked junior that he is.

You shrug nonchalantly (or so you hope).

“Someone needs to balance your entire lack of energy.” He sighs and slumps back on his chair. “Yeah yeah, I’m not arguing with you anymore… I’ve learned it’s best to just agree with you.” You give him a sarcastic smile as you say, “They don’t call you smart without a reason.”

He responds with an incoherent dismissive grunt and after a moment begins to lean forward as he tilts his chair towards you with both his palms placed on either side of your thigh.

Oh.

“No.” That’s all he says, his brown eyes twinkling, mouth pressed into a straight line looking right at your eye. You're sitting on the inclination of the table and he's on the chair looking up at you, yet he looks so intimidating. Not that you are going to let him bother you.

Two can play this game.

You lean forward and meet his face, a good few inches apart, bring out the good old puppy dog eyes and whisper, “What is the ‘no’ for Hansol”. You purposefully use his Korean name knowing he gets annoyed when you say it (Not sure what that is about till now).

You can see him grinding his teeth beneath that calmness and a smirk naturally plays up your face.

“Quit it, y/n. I saw the text and I’m not going to do it. Get lost.” The words fall out of his mouth in a hurry as he continues to grit his teeth together and not lose eye contact.

“Oh, so you did leave me on read by purpose.” You fake a heartache with your left palm pressed on your chest and your right palm on your forehead. He sees you dramatically pretending to have a heart attack and headache at the same time for a good minute before he decides to end this charade. Just as he moves to get up from the chair you hold him down with your hands on his which were at the side of your thighs.

“Pleaseee”, this time the puppy dog eyes come out naturally. He looks at you for a second before sighing.

“Ugh! You’re impossible but alright.”

“Wait really?!” You squeal a little too loud in excitement and earn a dozen “shh”s in response from the general crowd in the library. Looking around apologetically and back at Vernon, you hold his hands in yours (they’re somehow always warm even in the depths of winter).

“Is that a yes?” Cue more puppy eyes. Another sigh. “I don’t have a choice do I!” Grinning wide, you say “Not really.”

Vernon looks to the side as if to consider something important before turning to you, looking down at your still-connected hands, and then your face.

“I’ll do it but it’s gotta be strictly platonic-“ you’re violently shaking your head in positive because of course that doesn’t need to be said.

“-andddd….”, he’s got a mischievous glint in his eyes which stinks of trouble for you. This is the same glint he had when you ended up eating a pizza with ice cream AND a steak.

“And?” You prod, curiosity up to the brim of your head. “I want you to formally ask me… now.” The grin has turned into an almost full bright smile. “What does formally mean?”

“I’ll leave the details to you…” he shrugs and removes his hands from yours and pushes the chair all the way back to the wall and folds his hand.

“I can wait all day”, he sounds way too proud, sitting there in his hoodie and that smirk(I swear he looks like an actual young Leo).

“No, you can’t. You have a class in-“, you make an ordeal of checking your watch, ”-exactly 9 mins.” He shrugs, “This is worth missing it.”

This bitch.

"Are you really cashing in your bet right now?" You ask referring to the advantage he got after you lost your bet in a UNO game six months back.

He just nods casually and stretches on the chair before settling in a lazy and proud position, again.

You groan knowing he won't give up and get down from the table and get on one knee facing him.

“Chwe Hansol Ve-“ “Nope. Redo.”

This actual bitch.

Giving him your best glare you adjust on your knee, clearing your throat, you try again.

“Vernon…”, you look at him for approval and he nods. Ugh.

“… will you be m-“

“Louder, I can’t hear you.” His grin has transformed into one of his signature all-teeth-visible smiles and his entire face is lit up in amusement and joy.

Clearing your throat a little too loudly, you try… for the third time. Humiliation and anger heat up your entire face.

“Vernon, will you be my platonic Valentine?”

Your voice echoes in the near-silent library halls and the minute you’re done at least another 20 “shhs” are once again thrown your way.

People are assholes.

Vernon looks positively thrilled. He is full-on laughing, shoulders jerking, all 32 of his teeth in display and eyes disappearing behind the light of his smile.

If only he didn’t look so wholesome and adorable when he humiliates you.

He straightens up after a couple seconds and rubs his index finger against in chin, in fake thought.

“Hmmmm...”

Oh god, he is planning something... shit

"No."

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terrainofheartfelt · 1 year

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liz, I'd like some adorable dair hcs, please and thank you 💛

it would be my pleasure, my dear 💛💛💛

dan proposes with an empty box, because he knows that blair is a control freak and wearing jewelry forever that she didn't pick herself freaks her out. people who don't know them very well will side-eye the story but anyone who actually knows these two weirdos thinks it's really sweet

they spend every Sunday morning having coffee and croissants in bed and doing the Sunday crossword together. or, they try to beat each other to answering each clue

slightly related, they are banned from van der humphrey scrabble games, because they get too competitive and too horny to play with others

in a comedy of errors, Nate finds out Blair's pregnant before Dan does (he's out of town on a book tour, Blair finds out while he away and is wigging) and then Nate has to pretend that Everything Is Cool even though he's a literal human golden retriever and is just so happy for them. he keeps it a secret though. when they tell the rest of the gang he's like "FIRST! I knew first! I knew the entire time!"

in any universe I hold in my head, they live in Paris for at least one year, possibly more.

once in an interview, Dan discloses that Rosemary's Baby is his and his wife's "Valentine's Movie" and the internet is like "????????"

in his late 20s, Dan starts getting ocular migraines while trying to read and write and brushes them off, so Blair is the one who kicks his ass all the way to the optometrist. He's fine, he just needs glasses. (blair thinks they're really, really hot)

on their first anniverasry (paper) they each give the other their preserved Nenette ticket stub, because they tried to throw it away, but just couldn't. saps. Blair frames hers and Dan hangs it in his home office. Dan puts his in a custom shadow box that sits on Blair's desk at work.

Once, in a dedication or social media caption, Dan calls her “The Ingrid to my Humphrey, the Waldorf to my Statler, the Harry to my Sally.” the biggest issue she takes with that is "I am Meg Ryan. Always."

speaking of social media, every time Dan and Blair post photos of themselves or sappy things of each other, Jenny leaves the same comment: gross.

(obviously at this point they're all cool with each other but Jenny is a little sister and also loves a bit)

sometimes Blair will like and/or quote tweet thirst tweets about Dan because she loves to cause problems.

Red wine makes Blair Bonkers Horny and far enough along into their relationship Dan learns to just roll with it and prepare himself mentally.

I discussed this at length before in dms with nads @mysteriesofloves which is that Blair has a system of pet names for Dan. *keira knightley as elizabeth bennet darcy voice* kitten for every day, my love for Sundays, and bunny, but only on very special occasions

and finally, to bring it back to the wedding rings, both are engraved. Blair chooses for Dan's band: bread, light, & shadow (based off of Neruda) and Dan chooses for Blair's: still days & hurricanes (based of von Radics)

#ty for sending stars <333 #asks #gg hcs #dair #shoutout to nads headcanoning with her in the dms is one of my favorite tumblr past times #insistonyourcupofstars

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lily-alphonse · 3 days

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"I'll Crawl Home to Her" by Lily Alphonse

Category: F/M

Rating: Teen (Mild gore, Injury, War)

Words: 963

And as my mind slips into a place in between: the past and present, beast and man, alive and dead; I wonder if even death will stop me from making it home to her.

A glimpse into Howl's mind as he risked everything to save his family.

A short poem songfic I wrote for Valentine's Day but haven't gotten around to posting here. I have a fandom-blind summary on the AO3 A/N if you'd like to read it without having watched Howl's Moving Castle

>>Read on AO3<<

Or read below ~

I was in Hell. Or at least very nearly so.

The air wasn’t air anymore but something undulating and hot that choked

It was bombs, debris, and feathers.

Another airship down. Another comes. More, more, more, attackers. Threats.

Poor saps, humanity sold for a title, for honor.

It was honorable, apparently, to be shredded by my talons.

But maybe the honor was in my blood, dripping down my feathers, mixing with theirs.

It was human blood, crimson and warm. Or once was. I am nearly as much a beast as them, now.

But there is no more running.

There was so much running before.

But I had found Heaven. It was locked below me in a twisted reversal of legend.

I had found home . Family . Words otherworldly. Precious now.

She brought us together, brought light to the darkness.

It is her laugh I think of, as I am splattered with more blood.

The beast consumes and I allow it; my human form cannot sustain this burden.

I am powerful. I am not invincible. But I will fight to my dying breath to protect them.

Protect the mornings eating porridge around the table, Sophie shooting Markl a matronly glare for trying to drink his, and getting it all over his face. Where I laugh despite myself, because he’s barely any better than I am, but anyone else attracting the fiery woman’s ire makes me giddy.

Protect the way she gasped in awe when I showed her my hideaway, where I saw her true face again, unmarred by her curse. When I realized I was irreparably taken by her.

And as my mind slips into a place in between:

the past and present, beast and man, alive and dead;

I wonder if even death will stop me

from making it home to her.

The pain shatters my mind. Stabbing in a wing. Burning in a leg.

Burning off what remains of my once porcelain skin.

Prized. My body used to make me worthy. A prize.

For who? For what? I don’t remember.

How laughable then, that I relinquish my body to

the beast.

My final prayer, I leave the beast with one directive.

One primal urge: PROTECT.

Then the pain is gone.

I am a killing machine.

A beast that can no longer fathom suffering

except what it summons for others.

I see the world in flashes.

Fire, bombs, winged henchmen.

Claws, teeth, screeching.

Home. Sophie. The family.

Our story only just began

How can it end so quickly?

I did not know love before she found me.

I was stupid. Foolish.

I knew attention. Infatuation.

But with Sophie…

Something in my soul recognized hers

We were crafted from the same cosmic dust

Even without a heart my entire being craved her

Her obstinance. Her humor.

Passionate to a fault.

And so, so loving.

My love.

She saved me.

From Sulliman, from the world, from…

Myself.

She looked into the eyes of a cowardly, petulant fool and saw goodness.

She took my blood-stained hands and embraced them.

Maybe she could save me from Hell.

I don’t know if I deserve to be saved.

But I would fly out of Hell for her.

Make any bargain. I had already traded my heart.

What are Heaven and Hell but words

In the face of my love for her.

I had never even told her.

There is so much left to our story.

Waking up next to her.

Her lips against mine.

There was so much left to write.

It would not end like this.

And then somehow there was no more fire.

Only a door, the warped breathing of the beast.

Then Her.

She was blurry, but my star dust would recognize hers anywhere.

The beast had dragged my corpse to her just as I wished.

She kissed it. My otherworldly shell.

Our first... kiss.

I can’t feel it.

Inside I am laughing, crying, screaming.

But I am dead to the world.

Then we were flying again.

Distantly I felt Calcifer’s presence…

In the end, Darkness.

I sputter awake, wincing at pain I expected to never feel again.

“What’s going on? What am I doing here? I feel te-” I try to sit up, chest unbearably heavy and pinching, “terrible like there's a weight on my chest.”

Sophie. Sophie. Sophie. Sophie. Her face hovers above me, her hand on my chest. Her brown eyes glitter with tears but she wears a small smile.

“A heart’s a heavy burden.” Her sweet voice is the music of Heaven, the symphony of life and love.

A heart. I had forgotten what it felt like, to have a heart fluttering like this. To have it swell in painful joy at a love so strong it would be sure to ruin me if I lost it. I almost did lose it, but somehow... somehow I am here. She brought me back. She saved me again.

I lift my hand to her cheek and she leans into the embrace with a smile. Gods I have never seen anything so beautiful. Her hair is short now, silver catching the sunlight streaming through the clouds. Despite the pain I sit up with her. “Sophie, your hair looks just like starlight. It looks beautiful.”

“You think so?” she asks excitedly. “So do I!” she throws herself at me in a tight embrace, laughing, face wet with tears.

I squeeze her tightly to me, wishing for all the world for her touch to scar me as everything else had. Over and over again I can not stop the choked whispers into her ear, “I love you, I love you, I love you.”

I crawled back to her an empty shell, and she breathed life into me again.

I am home.

Excerpt from “Work Song” by Hozier

My babe would never fret none

About what my hands and my body done

If the Lord don't forgive me

I'd still have my baby and my babe would have me

When I was kissing on my baby

And she put her love down soft and sweet

In the low lamplight I was free

Heaven and hell were words to me

When my time comes around

Lay me gently in the cold, dark earth

No grave can hold my body down

I'll crawl home to her

#ao3 writer #fanfic #ao3 fanfic #my fic #howls moving castle #howl's moving castle #studio ghibli #ghibli #hmc movie #howl hmc #sophie hmc #howl pendragon #sophie hatter #inspired by hozier #hozier #work song

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jeschalynn · 2 years

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what fester saw (part 3 - the end)

aka "Ketamine panics and Fester gets rewarded for being wing-pet of the year."

part 1 /// part 2

Warnings: swearing, brief mentions of violence, blood/gore, mentions of medical procedures, implied kinks relating to both those things, implied and minor sexual content. Reader/MC mentioned is gender-neutral. POV is sometimes a tarantula so there's that. Word count: 1800-ish

Original source content is NSFW/18+/MINORS DNI.

Author’s note: Fester, Ketamine, and Casanova belong to @cannibalsweetheart.

Ketamine tossed his phone aside and flopped backwards with a groan. He knew you’d probably be disappointed but he couldn’t bring himself to care about that right now. Yesterday he agreed to your offer to cook dinner after work today. At the time, he grumbled about it like he was doing you a favour. Of course, you didn’t realize he spent most of last night cleaning his apartment and debating out loud to Fester whether picking up wine and pastries for dessert made him a fucking sap. But then he went to work this morning, the shit show with his last surgery happened, and all he knew now was that his apartment was the last place you should be tonight.

He didn’t know what to call whatever this relationship was between you. Calling it dating felt too casual, being called your boyfriend felt too juvenile. It was unfamiliar territory for him, but you seemed happy enough to take the lead, suggesting outings for coffee dates or lunches, or having lazy days off spent in his apartment - or yours. His eye must’ve visibly twitched when you showed him the piles of “organized chaos” in your apartment because you called him Cinderelly with a twinkle in your eye. When he reached for you in retaliation, you melted into his embrace then suggested ordering a pizza.

More often than not, you went to his place instead. You met Fester for the first time a couple weeks ago and he was concerned by your nervous reaction, until you bashfully admitted that you’d never had a pet like him before and was afraid you might do something to hurt him. He felt something clench in his chest when you held Fester so gently for the first time, introducing yourself with a whisper and saying what a handsome spider he was. Ketamine would go to his grave before admitting he was a tiny bit jealous of his pet who was often cradled in your palms while you watched TV or listened to music together.

He kept the cutesy PDA shit on the downlow at work, but you found ways to catch him off-guard. You walked closer beside him at VAD so that your arms often brushed each other as you tried to keep up with his long strides. This irritated the fuck out of Valentine if he happened to be nearby which was an added bonus. If you brought paperwork to him while he was working in his office, you would check no one else was nearby before pressing a soft kiss to his temple and squeezing his shoulder affectionately. He’d make a show of wrinkling his nose or sigh in exasperation, but you noticed how he leaned his body towards you expectantly whenever you visited.

It was quiet evenings alone when you really surprised him. A few nights ago, a lingering kiss on his couch quickly spiraled out of control. When both of you were breathless, you pulled back with a small gasp. He slid his hands under your shirt to hold your waist steady as you straddled his legs and pressed your chest against his. You licked into his mouth with a moan, grinding down against the growing bulge in his pants. One of your hands snaked through his hair while the other draped over his shoulder.

“Lemme brush my teeth, I had a smoke earlier,” he mumbled against your lips while holding your body tighter against his.

“Don’t care,” you whined as you pulled back, panting into his neck as he thrust his hips up to match the rhythm of your rocking. You both came in your pants like fucking teenagers. When you climbed off his lap and got ready to go home, he stopped himself from asking you to stay. It was the last time he’d seen you outside of work. To say Ketamine was anticipating a repeat of the other night was an understatement.

Today was supposed to be a typical surgery day for him at VAD. He had your company this evening to look forward to, so of course things had to go wrong at every possible moment. It didn’t help that Valentine must’ve heard something about your date because the last surgery of the day kept getting postponed. He apologized with the fakest sing-song voice that all those delays weren’t on purpose.

“MC will be devastated that you have to work late tonight. I could have dinner with them instead!” Ketamine growled and slashed at him with the scalpel he kept in his pocket. Valentine escaped with a cackle, a new scratch on his cheek and a smug grin on his stupid face.

With that moron in retreat, Ketamine was able to focus on getting this surgery done as fast as he could safely manage. You weren’t assisting him today, but sometimes he caught himself speaking quietly to the room as though you were. It was a routine procedure, boring and uninspiring. An unexpected bleeder complicated things towards the end, but he was prepared for moments like that too.

It all started to go south during the clean up.

His gloves and surgical gown were splattered with blood. The blood congealing on the operating table was sticky and the heavy scent of iron hung in the air. Ketamine absentmindedly ran his gloved fingers through the mess as he breathed heavily, the adrenaline rush making him feel hot from the inside-out. Viscera left behind on the table squelched obscenely when he squeezed pieces of it between his fingertips. His cock throbbed hard and wanting between his legs. His hands were pressed flat against the table now, unfocused eyes imagining you lying underneath him, pupils blown black and hair stained with blood. Your lips, puffy and pink from biting kisses, begged for him. ‘Please, please, please-‘

“Fuck!” He stormed out of the operating suite with a bang, having enough sense to text a snappy request for a clean-up assist as he headed for the showers. He ripped everything off and sent it flying in the direction of the biohazard bin. He turned the water as high as it would go and leaned his forehead against the wall. He fucked his fist with needy abandon, memories of your moans and heated breath against his neck fueling the lust pumping in his veins. He stifled his grunts and groans with his arm as scalding water flushed the last remnants of blood and shame away.

He barely remembered getting dressed and rushing home from VAD. When you texted him to ask if he was still on for dinner, he knew it was best to turn you away. He could feel his cock twitching in his pants, his need far from satisfied. He was torn between wanting to bring you further into his darkness and wanting to push you away. Maybe it wasn’t too late to end this now, before you got too close, before you were too close for him to let you go.

He jumped when the phone vibrated beside him.

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Fester woke up to the sound of a door slamming shut somewhere nearby. He popped out of his burrow when he heard the voices of his two favourite humans in the other room.

“I’m serious, tonight’s not a good fucking night. Go home, MC.”

“I’m not going to stay. I bought these for Fester earlier and didn’t want them to go bad - do these go bad? Anyway, I just-“ Fester perked up at the sound of his name. Did MC bring him a tribute? His human’s courtship must be advancing quicker than he realized.

“Wait, you did what?” his human asked. He didn’t sound angry - confused, maybe. Was he jealous of Fester’s gift from MC? It made Fester puff up a little in pride.

“I went to the pet store you mentioned over on Main, the guy there recommended these. He said fresh food was the nicest thing I could get for him. I didn’t want him to be left out if I made dinner for us, so…”

A long pause.

“Anyway, I’ll leave these with you to give to him, and if you’re feeling better tomorrow maybe we can - mmph!”

Fester jolted when he heard MC’s voice yelp out surprise and fade into silence. Moments passed by. A loud thud against the wall - the force of it shook his enclosure and made him stumble.

‘Oh no,’ Fester thought despairingly as he maneuvered over the glass and across the shelf. Images of MC hurt and bloodied on the floor popped into his mind. His human could be unpredictable, after all. He scurried down towards the floor. His stupid human didn’t close the door properly. Fester crawled along the carpet and peeked around the door into the main living area. He wasn't sure what he was looking at. His human had MC crowded up against the wall, his hands were ripping at their coverings trying to find bare skin. His human was muttering into MC’s ear, and then their lips met.

Fester was ready to throw legs at his human’s ankles for daring to harm MC, but he suddenly realized this feverish display wasn’t fighting after all. Fester sat and watched unblinking at this strange courtship ritual. During fleeting encounters in the past, he’d never seen his human react to someone else with such vigor.

“Not that I’m complaining,” MC panted as his human dragged his teeth along their jaw and down their neck, “but what exactly did I do to deserve this?” They leaned their head back to give him more space. Fester heard them groan when his human bit the column of their throat.

“You brought that fucking pet of mine crickets,” he said as if they were an idiot for even asking. He licked at the bruise forming on MC’s neck while his hands fumbled with the buttons of their shirt. Fester heard a pop and eyed a button that landed a little too close to him for his liking.

“He’s important to you, and you’re important to me, so he’s important to me too.” MC placed their hands on his human’s chest, fingers splayed over where his heart was beating. Fester had laid there enough times to know. “Is that okay?”

His human placed his hands over MC’s and squeezed. “You’re fucking ridiculous.” He backed away from the wall, taking MC by the hand and leading them in the direction of his room. Fester hid beside the couch as he watched them disappear into the bedroom. The door closed with a decisive click.

He was about to sneak his way back to his enclosure when he recognized the sound of chirps nearby. Amongst the pile of discarded clothing left behind by his humans, he saw a small container of crickets. No wonder his human was so overcome with the need to mate: MC had brought such a glorious tribute with their own bare hands. Fester created a makeshift nest on MC’s coat and stared hungrily at his gift, waiting for his humans to return.

A sharp cry rang through the apartment, a deep groan rumbled in response, both muffled slightly by the walls.

‘A fine feast for us all tonight.’

#cannibal sweetheart #drabble #fester #ketamine

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jjamjamm · 1 year

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Favorite Star

Masterlist

Wordcount: 927

Summary: Nori is a bit of a dork on Valentine's Day, but a dork in love.

The day had started out like any other, until you joined the group of dwarves heading to Dale to pick up some last-minute things for Valentine’s Day with their ones. Nori had told you to meet him there, that he had some plan for the two of you, but you found yourself at a loss for where he was when you got there. To kill some time, you were meandering around the market stalls, and spotted a certain dwarf propped against the stone corner of a nearby building.

He had his eyes on you, and was smiling as if he’d been watching you wander around for a while. His head was slightly tilted to the side, and when he noticed you were watching, he straightened up and shot a wink your way.

You went over, wondering why he had been keeping his distance all morning, but before you could ask, he uncrossed his arms and took your hand up in his. He pressed a kiss to your knuckles, and ran his thumb over the same area.

He was rarely so tender in public, it had to be the holiday. Dori insisted that it was you that had turned his brother into a sap, and he had thanked you for it a few times since you two had gotten involved. You weren’t sure if you were the reason, you were sure he was always such a sap underneath it all.

“Looking for something?” He asked, snatching you from your thoughts, “Or perhaps, someone?”

“I was wondering where you were.” You said, “I thought you said we would spend Valentine’s day together?”

“We will.” He promised, keeping your hand in his as he started away from the market stalls.

“Where are we-?” You started to ask and he grinned over his shoulder.

“You’ll see when we get there.” He said.

He led you through parts of Dale you had never been before, until he pushed in the door to a building and snuck you in before he gently pressed the door shut behind him.

“Follow the stairs.” He whispered, pointing ahead of you.

“Why are you whispering? Are we even allowed in here?” You asked, beginning to worry about getting in trouble, “Nori, we should go.”

“We won’t get caught.” He assured you, and with some little more coaxing, he got you to go up the stairs.

There was a crack in the structure when you reached the top, and Nori lead the way through it, dropping his feet below to land on roofing. He held a hand up to you, and you followed his lead, squeezing his hand as you stepped down.

“Wow, this is high.” You breathed, looking away from the ground and to the dwarf who was leading you further up, “What are we doing up here?”

“You’ll see soon enough.” He said, propping a ladder against a neighboring tower, “Ladies first.”

You eyed him skeptically, and he gestured to the ladder, “I’ve got to keep it steady for you, don’t I?”

You agreed, that was fair, though you knew he must’ve had something else up his sleeve. When you got a few rungs up, he whistled, and you couldn’t help but laugh at him.

“The view doesn’t hurt either though.” He teased, as you continued to climb.

When you reached the top, you saw it was a flat surface, now covered in a blanket with pillows nearby and a small table.

“You set all this up?” You asked, turning to see him resting on the ledge beside you. You kissed his forehead, and he beamed, before climbing over the ledge to join you.

He revealed a dinner as well, that was cooked over a small fire as you two sat and enjoyed one another’s company.

Eventually, night fell, and you reclined onto the pillows to look at the sky, while Nori poured second glasses of wine.

“Look at the stars.” You were still amazed at how brightly they shone, no matter how many nights you had spent beneath them, they were still breathtaking.

Nori hummed beside you, before reclining with his glass, and handing you your own. You set yours on the blanket beneath you, holding it steady with a hand on the rim.

“They’re not half as beautiful as you.” He swore, taking the moment to kiss you.

When you pulled apart, you looked at him for a moment before grinning, “You know, with your hair like that, you’re my favorite star.”

He looked at you curiously for a moment, before throwing his head back in laughter, “I really beat out the millions of them up there? What an honor.”

“No competition.” You swore, resting your head on his shoulder. Another moment passed in peaceful silence, before you thought of something, “Hey, Nori?”

He hummed a reply, raising his cup to his lips as you finished your thought.

“How do we get down from here in the dark?” You asked, pulling back from your sitting position to look at him.

For a split second, his eyes went wide, “Not a problem, dwarves have rather good eyesight in the dark.”

“Good enough to climb a ladder backwards?” You asked.

“They won’t miss us for one night.” He changed his tune, waving for you to recline with him again, “After all, this is rather nice up here with you.”

You had to agree with him on that, “Thank you for this Nori, I had a wonderful time.”

“Who said it’s over?” He asked, grinning as he swooped in for another kiss, “We’ve got all night now.”

#the hobbit #the hobbit x reader #Nori

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@shrapnelsong asked: As she makes her way out of the airport and people's eyes fall upon the beautiful bouquet in her arms, they give her charmed smiles. Alice can see the stories being written behind their romantic gazes. Who was the gentlemen who gifted it to her? Was it a tearful goodbye at the gates? Perhaps a heartfelt welcome home right after she landed.

The truth of it is that the bouquet is an apology. She's had no time to craft a beautiful dessert to share with the person who inhabits her heart on the day commercially dedicated to such people. Of course, the actual date matters not to either of them, but still, it feels lovely to make the effort, and she does feel the need to apologize for being unable to. So, right before her flight back home, she goes to the gardens and plucks away. With no thoughts of meaning, she lays a few fully bloomed camellias in a bed of different textures of greens, surrounding them with cyclamens and finishing the bouquet off with little pockets of kalanchoes here and there.

She heads straight to the store, sighing softly at the welcoming chime of the little bell atop the door. The familiar sight of Cường sets her heart at ease and she leaves her suitcase behind, moving forward with just the flowers, offering them almost impatiently because she wants her hands free to hold him. "Happy Valentine's day." She greets him with the simple, appropriate words for the day, but they sound like I love you, like I missed you, like I'm home.

It’s been a while. Even so, Cường, nursing a potted branch of plum blossom, hasn't marked the days. Instead, he'd only counted moons, the winding of the seasons, and as fall in its glory had wandered toward the springtime, there’ve been six waxing gibbons since he’s seen her last.

Six waxing gibbons... Six whole months. Half a year ago, right now, this branch had been a lotus!

His store’s bells twinkle, and how time flies.

Outside, life – Hanoi, loud shouts and honking mopeds abound – had went on without her. Valentine’s has come, its popularity soaring of late, and out his open window, he hears girls giggle here, hears wrapping come apart, and smells chocolate dipped fruit. The city’s gone merry, drenched in romance like sap and syrup, and it taunts him a little, asks him where’s Alice?

“Valentine’s Day. You know, I never knew how special this day was before. To think it’d make a woman catch a plane just so she give a man a gift.” He’s teasing. It’s calmly stated, steady like the lazy sweep of an ocean tide, but my word, is it, god bless her heart, familiar. He turns in greeting, not a pinch of fanfare to him, but his air does soften as his eyes peer wider — yes, boasting fondness, surprise, and shimmering stars. Cường walks up to her, taking her luggage off her hands. He lowers down a little, smells the dazzling bouquet, then leans further, leans closer to nose her hair. Jasmine and honey and the sun at travel... “And I guess this bouquet of flowers, too.”

It sounds like welcome home. I love you. Missed you.

#shrapnelsong #thank you!!!#this was so sweet...its been so long since ive seen you and alice #so nice seeing u two again. :')#cuong is such a spoiled man #i wrote this as like a surprise visit. alice..dont u dare be sorry for not having baked goods or more to give to him #ur here isnt that enough?!#get it #...the gift is her. the flowers is just extra #see see see

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2-fast-2-curious · 2 years

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You’re Running After Something That You’ll Never Kill

Part 2

Pairing: Platonic Venom/Eddie Brock and Gender!Neutral Reader, Gender!Neutral Reader x Matt Murdock

Warnings: Other than the fact that I’ve only watched four episodes of Daredevil...none?

Author’s Notes: Title is from My Chemical Romance’s appropriately titled Thank You for the Venom

I love writing for Venom and just started watching Daredevil so when I saw anon’s asks on @cressidaclearwood and @carters-things show up in the Matt Murdock tag, I couldn’t resist.

Also I’m planning on writing a Matt Murdock breeding kink fic for @princessphilly breeding kink challenge which will come in time for Valentine’s day because I’m a sap and now that I’ve put it out in the universe I have to write it, right?

Okay so imagine Eddie has to go somewhere and Venom can’t come with him like maybe he has to go to the airport to meet a source and since it’s so loud and stuff Venom decides to come with you to work.

Venom has attached himself to you here and there sometimes when he accidentally got separated from Eddie but today would be the first time you and Venom would spend all day together. While you and Venom weren’t symbiotic the same way he and Eddie were, the worst of the side effects when you became Venom’s host was that he made you tired and hungry.

“We’re going to have so much fun, Eddie.” Venom tells Eddie as Venom transfers himself from Eddie’s fingertips to yours.

On your way to work you pick up donuts for the office and buy Venom one of those large one-pound chocolate bars from your local bodega to keep him occupied during your work hours.

It was a slow day so having Venom around was pretty fun and helpful. Venom’s extra limbs made it super easy to tidy up the desks before any of the workers came in and took over your hands and typed out your report at a record pace. You also introduced Venom to the pigeons that had built a nest on the other side of the window ledge.

You also had to lug a giant delivery up three flights of stairs and barely broke a sweat. It was in the hallway with your large stack of boxes where you ran into Matt Murdock and Foggy Nelson who looked like they just returned from the courthouse.

There were no two ways about it. You were very attracted to Matt. But so was almost everyone he came in contact with. Usually, when Matt spoke to you your heart would race and you’d get flustered and you could tell by his smirk that he would get a kick out of how easy it was to get a reaction out of you

But none of that happened this time. As you greeted Foggy and Matt, any nervousness inside you was swallowed up by your heartbeat evening out. You guessed it might have to do something with the symbiote in your nervous system.

Matt let Foggy go into the office to stay out in the hallway to speak with you.

“Are you feeling alright?” Matt asked “There’s a cold going around and I just have a sense for these things.”

“Nothing really out of the ordinary.”

“Just promise to see a doctor if you start feeling any symptoms.” Matt gave you a reassuring smile. “We don’t need you getting the whole building sick.”

After you and Matt said your goodbyes, Venom and you unpacked the delivery in the storage closet.

[Y/N], I think you should stay away from him.

You were caught off-guard by Venom’s voice in your mind. You knew he and Eddie would sometimes do this when they wanted to keep a secret from you but even when he had previously occupied your body, Venom rarely ever chose to communicate with you telepathically over verbally.

“Vee-” But Venom covered your mouth.

What’s wrong with Matt?

No reply came from Venom

Venom you hate anyone who’s interested in me

I just want to eat their brains, that is not an indictment of them as a person. Plus if you move out don’t think we’re going to let you back into the apartment that easily.

Matt’s just being nice, I doubt anyone will be out here asking me to move in with them any time soon. The apartment is rent-controlled so I’m definitely not leaving unless the building burns down.

The only thing that was worse than Venom being disruptive was Venom being quiet. It wasn’t until you took your lunch break that Venom explained his quiet contemplation.

We know him

You know him?

You thought it over for a moment

He’s a defense attorney and sometimes Eddie goes to the court house to cover stories-

No it’s not from that.

Your heart sank, you really didn’t want to believe it but you had to ask.

Is he … a villain?

No.

The answer was definitive and you let out the breath you had been holding. You and Venom spent the rest of lunchtime reading the news on the internet. You particularly liked reading the Twitter account that posted user submissions of acts of vigilantism they witnessed around New York.

So knowing the identity of the man in black who goes around beating up bad people would help Eddie’s career?

Well I guess…it would be a pretty big scoop for a reporter.

You would suspect Venom and Eddie of being the man in black but the posters explicitly said he was a man, not a 7 and a half foot tall monster.

But I know you’re too soft for that, Vee, you couldn’t betray a fellow vigilante.

#venom x reader #matt murdock x reader #eddie brock x reader #venom #daredevil #eddie brock #matt murdock #marvel #marvel fanfiction #marvel fanfic #gender neutral reader #venom let there be carnage #fan fiction #drabble

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kritzkrieg-kiss · 2 years

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I dunno if you do romance stuff, but if you do and requests are open, could we get uhhh,,, kisses from the mercs?? 👉🏼👈🏼

Y'all I knew this one was gonna come up sooner or later

Kisses from the Mercenaries 💛

Scout: Unsure of himself. Scout's confidence is rock solid, able to handle anything that happens. That is, up until the point of him actually taking the shot and leaning in. He feels their breath on his lips and the weight of the relationship suddenly washes over him and drags him down in the undertow. He tries to pull away but is just one second too late. And good thing too, because all his doubts instantly melt the moment his lips meet theirs for the first time (and second, and third, and twelfth).

Soldier: Confident. Forget time and place, forget those around, forget public decency. He's in love and it's everyone else's problem. His heart has been captured and he's not getting it back anytime soon. He's full of affection and there's no good reason not to show it so why wait? Patience be darned. He sees them. He loves them. He kisses them.

Pyro: Wholesome. Getting a kiss from Pyro is akin to getting a school valentine only to open it up and find a lollipop. He's always there to kiss booboos should they occur, or catch a smooch under mistletoe, or at the new year's stroke of midnight. Either way, he always leaves 'em blushing.

Demo: Blissful. He's drunk a solid amount of the time anyway, so he's not exactly the best at hiding his feelings. But it's okay, because his kisses are on par with red wine and chocolate cake fresh out of the oven with the frosting melting down the sides. They go on for a while, leaving a lasting memory guaranteed to bring a gushing grin at a moment's recall

Heavy: Stoic. Heavy is not man of flowers and fluff, so it really means he cares if he goes out of his way like that. Just because there isn't much feeling doesn't mean there isn't any meaning behind it. If anything, it shows how much someone means to him to be willing to take a risk and put himself out there like that. It's something to be reckoned with, as it can't just be brushed off easily. And it's important that it is, because it may just lead to something greater.

Engie: Comforting. Ironically, the lips of someone so rugged sure feel an awful lot like coming home. It's like the feeling of a hot shower after a hard day's work, like sore muscles hitting soft pillows and clean sheets, like the sweet relief of the first sleep after a broken fever. From burnout to heartbreak, one kiss is enough to balm the soul. And Engie has a lot of balm to give.

Medic: Unexpected. Look, Medic is a man of focus, and who could blame him? I mean an entire team under constant gunfire, barely kept from a bloody grave by a single man? He doesn't have time for sap! So of course he doesn't even notice himself slowly piling up his feelings, putting his affections aside as they cloud his better judgement, steadily fraying at the seams until the thread suddenly snaps and before he knows it his lips are on theirs. He pulls away almost as quick as he went in, scarlet faced and lost for words. But little does he know that something entirely new may have flickered to life between them, only time will tell.

Sniper: Secretive. Sniper would sooner be caught with a bullet between the eyes than give anyone the impression that he even could be in love. He swallows it as best as he can, but it's difficult to keep calm when he feels his face turn redder than a sunset after a desert storm. But on those few and far between occasions, late at night, when he gets them alone in the nest or out among the open mesas, his worries are finally put to rest enough for him to press a gentle kiss against their mouth. He lingers on for a bit, leaning into the safety of solitude as he at last lets himself be known.

Spy: Tender. Aloof and debonair as he is, if Spy really loves someone, his demeanor starts to crack and a much softer side begins to drip out of him like wax from a candle. His words are kinder, his hands are gentler, and his lips are sweeter than the taste of midnight maple creme on an old brick-and-ivy balcony. His kisses can soften the most jaded of hearts, and are best pressed against tears and injuries.

Happy Valentine's Day everyone! 💛

#tf2 #tf2 headcanons #tf2 scout #tf2 soldier #tf2 pyro #tf2 demoman #tf2 heavy #tf2 engineer #tf2 medic #tf2 sniper #tf2 spy

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serasvictoria · 2 years

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@mercurygray was doing her Blind Dates event again this year and since I had so much fun doing it last year, I knew that I had to write something for it again. I used a random name generator and got the name Alexandra Wolff. So here’s my entry that I wrote for the Vikings fandom (which I’ve started camping out in since doing the event last year).

The only downside is that this was supposed to be nothing more than a short intro to introduce an unknown OC and to establish her as the leading character. But by the end of it, I had a full blown fic on my hands for some reason. I’m so sorry, Merc 😅

Title: Cheated Hearts

Pairing: Ivar Lothbrok/Original Female Character

Word Count: 4700 😅

Summary: Alexandra Wolff hates Valentine’s Day with a passion and a messy run-in with a stranger certainly doesn’t make her feel otherwise...

All images from Pinterest

Tagging @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie @ritual-unions-gotme @vikingstrash @quantumlocked310 @adrille88 @actual-queen-of-hell @youbloodymadgenius @punkrocknpearls @zuxiezendler @whenimaunicorn @grimeundglow @istorkyou @underragingwaves

*****

If she had to look at another teddy bear with a tiny red sweater that had “I love you beary much” written on it, she was going to scream.

She would. Right in the middle of the goddamn store. Right in front of all the customers that flocked to the counter with all kinds of Valentine’s Day themed shit with the biggest smiles plastered all over their dumb faces.

“This shit, it’s all a lie. Commercial bullshit, all designed to make you spend money for one perfect evening. Then a month, or a year from now if you’re lucky, that same person will tear your heart out of your chest and then they’ll eat it right in front of you making it the last thing you see before you die.”

That’s what she desperately wanted to say. Maybe it would break the spell for one of these saps at least.

Instead, all that Alexandra did was produce her best plastic smile and then told the customer to have a great day. She needed this dumb job to pay the bills, she couldn’t afford to get fired. Not again.

At least the day was almost at an end.

She couldn’t wait to stop at Starbucks on the way home so she could get a frappuccino. Her one indulgence of the day. The rest of the evening would consist of nothing more than curling up on the couch with some leftover mac and cheese while watching Fatal Attraction.

It’s not like she had always been this bitter. From the time that she was old enough to even realise what Valentine’s Day was, she would eagerly wait for the mailman, but apart from two cards from her best friend at the time, there had never been a card from a secret admirer to declare his undying love for her.

Sure, she’d had boyfriends during Valentine’s Day, but none of the guys that she dated had been considerate enough to buy her something. One of them realised halfway through the day what day it was and had opted for a handwritten note with “roses are red” scribbled on it. That had been sweet at least, but afterwards she found out that he’d written similar notes to at least three other girls in school.

That had not been a good day.

Standing in line at Starbucks and seeing a couple of loved up couples in the place made her remember the reason why she had even started to hate this day at all.

Her last boyfriend, he who shall not be named, had been pretty perfect at first. Though she might just have been viewing him through a pair of very rose tinted glasses all along. He had been the one that kept going on about how commercial Valentine’s Day was, even going as far as implying that if it hadn’t been that he would have bought her something.

No, the fact that corporations were telling him that he had to buy his girlfriend something on this specific day, that’s what was the problem.

It wasn’t like he ever bought her anything on his own.

Oh no, wait. He bought her a book once, some dumb romance novel from a writer that she’d never even heard of, and then he actually told her, “You like to read, right?” So it wasn’t like that had been a particularly thoughtful gift. Didn’t help that he mentioned that he’d found it in a bargain bin either.

Yep. Really lucked out with that douchebag.

Her mind had been filled with all the other shitty things her ex had pulled when she walked out of Starbucks and turned the corner. Didn’t help that she hadn’t been looking where she had been going at all.

Nor had the hard body that she suddenly found herself colliding with.

Her caramel frappuccino fell from her hand, landing on the floor with a great big smack, sending the contents flying all over her old white sneakers and white trousers. It also stained the light grey trousers and leather shoes of the guy in front of her.

Usually she’d apologise profusely, but Alexandra’s day had been so shitty that her first reaction wasn’t anything like it normally would be.

“Son of a bitch! Well, that’s just great!”

It wasn’t until she looked up that the rest of her words left her completely. For the blue eyes that were looking straight back at her were the most beautiful eyes that she’d ever seen. There was a whole storm raging inside them and it was sadly directed straight at her, but it did nothing to deter their beauty.

“Are you done?” The anger was dripping from his voice, obviously, but it took her aback nonetheless. “You fucking ruined my trousers.”

“Maybe if you’d been looking where you were going…”

“Me? You’re the one that wasn’t looking!” She’d been so focused on his angelic features, which she’d sadly angered, that she hadn’t even noticed that he had been leaning to the side slightly, one shoulder slanted downward. “It’s not like I could have gotten out of the way.”

“What are you talking about? Of course you could have…“

Her eyes moved downward (over the wide expanse of his chest, which had her clenching her thighs reflexively), and down his legs that she noticed the outline of something underneath the wet fabric that was clinging to them. It was also at that moment that Alexandra noticed the cane.

“Oh.”

She’d walked straight into someone with a leg injury. As if this day couldn't get any worse. She could have seriously injured this guy if she'd walked into him with enough speed and he had taken a fall. Thankfully, all that she had done was soil his trousers.

“That’s all you’re going to say?”

“What do you want me to say!”

“That you’re sorry? That you'll pay for my dry cleaning bill?”

“Excuse me?” She looked down at his trousers again, they didn’t look particularly special to her. The shoes, now they obviously were expensive, but the trousers? “You can put your Gap trousers in a washing machine. I’m not paying for that.”

“Gap?!” His voice went up a few octaves, obviously insulted that she had implied that his trousers looked cheap. “They’re Armani.”

“Well, congratulations. Good for you,” she bit back, sarcasm lacing her voice now. “I’m still not paying for that. Or is Armani so special that it’ll disintegrate in a washing machine?”

"The fabric needs to be handled with care," he replied with a practised sneer. "Something that you obviously wouldn't know with your bargain bin clothing."

Alexandra's nostrils flared in anger. Sure, her clothes weren't that expensive, and yes, the trousers had been on discount, but that was uncalled for. It wasn't like everybody could drop what she considered to be a small fortune on a pair of trousers.

Her eyes fell on a half full cup on a table, filled with some unidentifiable brown sludge, coffee from the looks of it, and before her brain had the time to register what she was doing, she picked it up. At least she had the common sense to take a step back first before chucking the contents all over his trousers and shoes. There was no need to get herself more dirty than she already was.

"What the fuck!"

Very calmly, Alexandra reached into her bag, dug out her wallet, grabbed a banknote and shoved it against his chest. "Here." She produced another one of those massive plastic smiles, the millionth one of the day. "I'll gladly pay to have that dry cleaned, asshole."

He opened and closed his mouth a couple of times like a fish, obviously trying to come up with a response and failing miserably, but she wasn't going to stand around and let him hurl more abuse at her. With the smile still on her face, she walked around him without saying another word and walked back home without a care in the world.

Despite the fact that her trousers were filthy and that her socks and shoes were wet, she barely noticed it. That encounter had left her on a high of epic proportions. The perfect way to unload after a long and exhausting day.

It wouldn't be until much later, when she was sitting on her couch and crying into her ice cream over the sad state of her love life, not even Glenn Close going after Michael Douglas with a knife able to lift her spirits, that she felt horrified over her earlier actions. This wasn't what she was like and knowing that she'd even let her emotions get to her like that… All because everything leading up to Valentine's Day pissed her off to no end.

There was little that she could do about it now though, because it wasn't as if she'd ever see the mystery man again.

*****

Another day, another day closer to Valentine's Day.

There were only a couple of days left and then all this sugary sweet madness would be over.

Alexandra wasn't sure if she could handle any more of this nonsense. Not when her heart had been torn out almost a year ago to the day now, which was why she had come to loathe this day so much to begin with. Seeing hearts all over the place, the myriad of cards with sickly sweet words, signs everywhere urging people to buy even more shit for their sweethearts…

She was pulled out of her thoughts when someone placed a basket on the counter. Peeking inside, she groaned when she saw the contents. She looked up, seconds away from greeting the customer with her customary plastic smile…

"Well, well, well. Fancy meeting you here."

"Oh god." Her face fell when she looked at the man in front of the counter, the same guy that she had thrown drinks on yesterday, once accidentally and then deliberately the second time. "Good afternoon, sir," she said through gritted teeth. "How can I help you?"

"This is the gift wrapping counter, isn't it?"

"As you can see." She pointed at the little sign next to her. "Can I see your receipt please?"

It was practically shoved in her face. Fine. She guessed she had that one coming after what she'd done yesterday.

Glancing in the basket once more, she rolled her eyes. How many things were even in there anyway? Must have been six different things. Since he didn't look like the type of guy that would lavish just one girl with such attention, Alexandra immediately assumed that it must have been for several different ladies.

"What was that for?"

"Hm?" She barely looked up from the first item that she had fished out of the basket, a snowglobe with a bear holding a card with a heart inside it. "I didn't do anything."

"You rolled your eyes." She shook her head and wrapped up the present. "Why?"

"No reason," she remarked with a voice completely devoid of emotion. "You bought a lot of stuff."

"Oh, so that's why." He leaned over the counter to look at what she was doing and right when she'd been about to move the first present to the side to start working on the next one, he tapped on the paper. "Not like that. Do it… neater."

"I could always give you some paper so you can do it yourself, you know?"

"And why would I want to do that?" Her growing annoyance only made his wicked grin grow. "This is a nice service that this store offers so I'm going to use it."

The aim of the game was obviously to make her suffer, she had realised that much, and she needed this job. It wasn't like she could refuse to help him, because she just knew that he'd complain to management for the sheer enjoyment of it.

So she gritted her teeth once more, kept her head down and helped the Prince of Darkness to the best of her abilities. He made her redo the wrapping of at least three other presents, but when he noticed that he wasn't getting a rise out of her like he managed to get yesterday, he seemed to drop the matter entirely.

When she finally put the last of the items in a paper bag, she handed it over to him, without the big smile this time, because she had ceased giving a shit, and said, "Have a very pleasant day, sir."

"I'm sure I will. Especially now," he said with a smug smile. She longed to wipe it off of his face, but she could hardly reach over the counter and actually do it. The muscles in her jaw clenched and there was a brief flash of some indescribable emotion on his face, making him pause for a few seconds before finally turning away. "Until next time."

Alexandra watched him hobble out of the store and she hoped to god that this didn't mean that he'd be visiting regularly with the aim of torturing her some more in the future.

*****

"It'll be fun." Sigrid held on to her hand, gripping it like a vice. "You'll see."

"It won't be. I'll be miserable all night."

"You are not going to spend the rest of the evening sitting around at home and being even more miserable. This way you can be drunk and miserable." Before she could open her mouth, Sigrid had turned around and hugged her tightly. "No more thinking about that douchebag, okay?"

"I can't just-" Her friend's arms were so tight around her that it made her wonder if this was what it was like if a boa constrictor had wrapped itself around your body and was busy squeezing the life out of you. "I'm fine."

"Like hell you are." When Sigrid pulled away, she flicked Alexandra in the middle of her forehead. "You wouldn't even reply to my texts the last couple of days. You need this."

"I need vodka shots?" She chuckled then, reminded of how Sigrid was practically trying to bang down her door earlier as she threatened to stand there all night if she had to. "Alcohol doesn't solve every problem."

"It will this time." Sigrid flashed her a smile and started tugging her along to the bar again. "Trust me!"

They reached their destination of the evening shortly after and Alexandra was pulled along to an empty table in the corner. Sigrid disappeared to the bar and came back with the first round of shots later.

The next twenty minutes were spent shit talking her former boyfriend and though Alexandra longed to dismiss men altogether, she knew that Sigrid had started dating a new guy about a month ago, so she focused all her negativity solely on her piece of shit ex.

Only one more day to go and then it would be exactly one year-

"Please don't hate me."

Sigrid got up and smoothed out her skirt. Alexandra frowned, not entirely sure why her friend even said that at all. Craning her neck, she saw Sigrid disappear into the crowd and approach a guy who she promptly embraced. And then kissed.

Oh fuck.

The happy couple approached the table and it wasn't until she could see another guy walking right behind them, that she realised that she'd been set up. This wasn't just a drinking session between friends, this was a double date.

"Alex." Sigrid's smile was unbelievably sweet, even when she was being levelled by Alexandra's angry stare. "I want to introduce you to someone."

"Hi." Her new beau seemed unperturbed by the fact that she wasn't hiding the fact that she was incredibly pissed off. "I'm Ubbe." He held his hand out to her which she took, not wanting to be too rude. "Nice to meet you. I've heard a lot about you."

"Great," she replied with a flat voice. "I'm Alex. Sigrid's clueless friend."

Sigrid didn't look too pleased with her right now, but she didn't care. She was beyond livid at the moment and she would be sure to let her friend know all about it later. Ubbe merely laughed in reply and when he stepped to the side to reveal the guy behind him, Alexandra nearly dislocated her jaw.

"No." She got up and held her hands up. "Nope. Not happening."

"So we meet again.” The guy behind him, or her nemesis as she now liked to call him, pulled a chair back and sat down next to the one that she had vacated. “Not that I was expecting to meet like this, but I’ll take it.”

“Ivar.” When Ubbe said the guy’s name, it sounded like he had uttered it in that way quite often, instantly giving the impression that he had scolded him before. “What did you do?”

“I didn’t do anything!”

“Like hell you did!” Alexandra pressed her index finger into his chest until he focused those stunning blue eyes on her again. “You are the single most unpleasant person that I have ever met in my entire life.”

“Need I remind you that you threw coffee on me. Twice.”

“Oh fuck. That was you?” Ubbe sounded impressed now, though she wasn’t entirely sure why he would be impressed that she’d almost assaulted his brother. “I apologise for my baby brother,” he sounded genuinely apologetic. “I don’t even want to know what kind of shit he pulled for you to do that.”

“Hey!”

“I know you, Ivar.” Whatever else Ivar was going to say, he was effectively silenced by his brother’s angry stare. “Why don’t I buy the next round, huh?” He pulled Sigrid to the side and spoke to her in a hushed voice. Ivar, meanwhile, was sitting in his chair with his arms folded, looking every inch the petulant child. “I’ll be right back.”

“Alex.” Sigrid tugged on her sleeve to stop her from trying to stare a hole right through Ivar’s chest. “Toilet break.” Alexandra wanted to say something in reply, about how she was leaving, but Sigrid held a finger up to let her know that she wasn’t allowed to say anything. “Now, Alexandra!”

Since Sigrid hardly ever used her full name when addressing her, it was enough to get her to follow her friend meekly.

“Okay, so what’s the problem here?” Sigrid asked as soon as they got to the ladies room.

“That guy is an asshole!”

“So this is the coffee guy, right?” She’d already told Sigrid all about it on the way to the bar of course, and also about what had happened when he came to the store yesterday. Alexandra nodded. “Well, that’s just great.”

“Why‘d you even trick me like this?” Now it was Alexandra’s turn to talk. “You know I don’t like double dates, not after the last disaster.”

“Yeah, I know, but if I’d told you that I’d invited Ubbe and that he was going to bring his brother, you wouldn’t have come.”

“Damn right I wouldn’t have!”

“I just didn’t want you to spend all night wallowing in your own misery, okay?”

“I wasn’t going to-“

“You were. Don’t lie.” No reply came, because Sigrid was able to see straight through her bullshit. “So just hang out for a bit, have a couple of drinks. Not like you have to get off with Ubbe's brother, right?"

"I wasn't planning on it so don't worry about that."

"He sure is cute though."

"His personality isn't," Alexandra replied. "Trust me on that one."

When they rejoined the two guys, Ubbe had gotten the drinks and was talking to Ivar in a hushed voice. Their talk ended abruptly at their arrival and Alexandra sat down in her seat once more. She glanced at Ivar, his expression unreadable. His brother kept grinning at her though and she wasn’t entirely sure why that was happening, but she shook it off.

The conversation flowed easily. Ubbe was a genuinely nice guy and it was plain to see that Sigrid was head over heels in love with him. He displayed a similar level of affection to her, which was nice to see.

Ivar, for his part, kept relatively quiet. Alexandra noticed that he would look at her out of the corner of his eye occasionally, when he thought that she didn’t notice, and she kept waiting for an apology to come, but he never offered one up.

Why he was even here at all was something that she wondered a few times. With all the gifts that he bought at the store, one would be inclined to think that he was too busy to spend the evening before Valentine’s Day in a bar, tagging along with his brother on a double date. Ivar didn’t appear to be getting any messages from his mystery women either. He only glanced at his phone once, only to put it back in his pocket with a slight frown.

But why the hell did she even care anyway? What he did in his spare time was of no concern for her at all. If he kept his foul mood under lock and key, he was probably quite pleasant to be around. Ivar was easy on the eye after all. There was no denying that.

Still, it was nothing that she should even be thinking about. It didn’t matter.

It wasn’t until they had been left to their own devices, with Sigrid and Ubbe a little bit too occupied with each other, in the process of sucking each other’s faces off, that Ivar finally found the courage to talk to her.

“My mother.”

Alexandra looked up and straight into those eyes that had no right being that blue.

“Excuse me?”

“My mother,” Ivar repeated his words. “The stuff I bought yesterday. It was for my mother.”

“As if I’d believe that!”

Ivar pulled his mobile out of his pocket and pulled up a picture before handing her his phone. “Look,” he said simply.

Looking down at the screen, she found herself staring at a picture of an older woman, with a face like she had been a supermodel in a former life, with that hideous pink sweater with the red hearts on it that Ivar had bought yesterday. In her arms were all the other things that he had bought, the big pink bunny plushie right in the middle. It looked like she was in tears from laughing too much and Alexandra couldn’t help but laugh as well.

“That’s my mother,” he repeated one final time before taking the phone from her, his fingers brushing against her hand gently. “I do that every year. Buy her hideous stuff like that for Valentine’s Day just to make her laugh.”

“That’s so sweet,” she blurted out and she instantly cursed herself for even admitting that out loud. The self satisfied smirk on his face made her cringe. A little. “But why?”

“So she won’t be reminded of my father.” He sighed when he saw her questioning look. “He disappeared. Years ago now. We think he’s in England, but we’re not sure. No one’s spoken to him in years.”

“That’s terrible.”

“I know. Their marriage wasn’t great, but we never thought that he’d just leave like that.” There was a deep overwhelming urge to reach out and grab his hand, but she fought it. “I’ve been doing that ever since, because she deserves the attention.”

“That’s a really lovely thing to do.” The urge won out in the end and while she did not grab his hand as intended, she did at least pat the back of it and then let it rest there. It was obvious that he really loved his mother. “Very sweet.”

“So I recognise the pain, you know.” Alexandra frowned at that, not knowing what he meant with those words initially. “In you, I mean.”

“Oh.” She looked down at his hand and how he had turned his own hand upwards to grab hers. “But I’m not… it isn’t…”

“It’s okay.” He gave her hand a comforting squeeze. “Whoever he was, he’s obviously an asshole.”

“Thank you.” Her breathing stuttered, almost choking when he said that. She got up from her seat so quickly that she knocked her chair over. “I-I think I need some air.”

Not thinking of grabbing her coat, she headed straight out into the street and the first thing that hit her was the cold air. There were a few seconds where she contemplated heading back in again, but decided that maybe the difference in temperature would help and clear her head.

When the door opened again and Ivar hobbled out into the street with her coat in his free hand, she almost started crying there and then. Instead, she sniffled and rubbed at her eyes, to stop any potential tears from falling at all.

“You forgot this,” he held it out to her and she put it on quickly. “Want me to stay?”

“It’s a free country,” she said with a nervous laugh, but when he didn’t respond she added a quick, “Yeah, sure. I don’t mind.”

The silence between them afterwards was pleasant, for want of a better word. Ivar simply stood next to her, leaning against the wall like she was doing. She swore that she almost saw his lips move from the corner of his eye a couple of times, but he must have been as much at a loss as Alexandra was.

Waiting for the questions made her nervous and almost made her blurt out a hasty apology herself, but the words didn't form. It would be too difficult to explain away after all.

For where does one start this sad sob story? The one where she was happy in a relationship, oblivious, but happy, only to find out about her then boyfriend’s betrayal by accidentally walking in on him having sex with someone that she had considered a friend?

It was such a fucking cliche too, like something straight out of the movies, but at least Alexandra could boast that her first reaction to seeing this hadn’t been to run off whilst crying. No, her first instinct had been to grab some hideous ceramic that his mother had gifted them, which he had insisted be placed in the bedroom so she was forced to look at it every morning that she woke up, and she had lobbed it straight at the couple.

It had shattered right on her back, because she hadn’t even bothered getting off of him, and then she’d screamed bloody murder at Alexandra, who had very calmly stood in the doorway and had told both of them to get the fuck out her house. The exact same level of calmness that she had displayed when she had first met Ivar and had thrown that second drink on him.

How does someone even start a story like that? She’d only start rambling incoherently and then he’d obviously be so put off by this display that he’d never want to see her again. And she kinda did want to see him again, didn’t she?

Christ. She was royally fucked.

“So…” She finally opened her mouth, opting instead to blurt out some hasty apology even if she had no idea what to say. “The thing is…”

Ivar had turned to her at the exact same moment that she had, but instead of listening to her lame ass excuse, his free hand moved to the back of her head and he dipped his head down to close the distance, their lips finally meeting.

The kiss was gentle and soft, his lips moving against hers slowly. She kissed him back, of course she did, how could she not. It was slow and sweet, no pressure, but with a hint of more if she so desired. When he broke away, she chased after him, giving him a final quick peck before all contact was broken.

His smile was almost as gentle as the kiss and then he said, “I don’t have to know.” She didn’t know what to say to that, having been successfully stunned into silence. Instead she found herself looking down at the hand that he was offering her now. “You want to come back inside?”

Alexandra took it.

#blind dates prompt #blind dates oc fest #vikings #vikings au #ivar lothbrok #original female character #ivar x ofc #mar writes #mar moodboards #blind dates 22

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duskthevampqueen · 2 years

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A Happier Valentines

So I completely forgot this fic existed until now, so I'm so sorry that its out of season/theme now, but this was a Valentines fic for Quest! I had planned to make them short headcanons for all the LIs, but ended up only having an idea for Quest so made it a full fic length!

I did end up sharing this with the Blooming Panic server before in PDF format, so it might be recognizable to those in there.

Please enjoy!

Gender Neutral Reader

Past

Quest hadn’t even realized that it was Valentines day until he saw one of his co-workers receive a giant bouquet of roses from her husband, making it a big display in front of everyone. Some people oh’d and ah’d at the romantic gesture, while others rolled their eyes and turned back to their computers to avoid the view. Quest personally watched a little bit of it, curious, before turning back to his cubicle as the display settled down a bit.

He hadn't been in a relationship for quite a while, his work keeping him busy, or if the work wasn't keeping him busy, it was the server. No one from either had caught his interest, and he wasn’t exactly going out and looking for someone.

He was quite grateful for the server, but as he logged in later that night and saw Salo talk about the date he had planned for him and his wife, Quest couldn’t help but feel a pang of loneliness. He didn’t want to interrupt Salo’s happy moment, logging off and sitting back in his chair. He thought about the day resolved around couples.

He adored romance, poetry, and anything related, so it was quite surprising to the members of the server that he didn't have a partner to woo. Toaster said it was because Quest didn’t know how to say no to long hours at work. Xyx poked fun that it was because no woman wanted to be with a sap. Nightowl and the others agreed that Quest just hadn’t found the right person yet, especially considering how much work he seems to have.

He had always hoped it was because of Owl’s reasoning, but at other times, especially now where he was in his cubicle all alone with a poetry book kept in his drawer for low moments, he couldn’t help but think that Xyx and Toaster were right.

Along with the duo’s joking reasonings, he thought back to his record. He wouldn’t exactly blame anyone if they decided that his record was something too big to ignore “just for love”.

Luckily, he got a little ping on his computer, notifying him of incoming work. Quest discarded the depressing thoughts about his love life as he delved back into his work, spending the rest of his Valentine’s day on paperwork before heading back home to fall in his bed, alone.

Present

When Quest had told you on the 10th to be on the lookout for a package from him in the upcoming days, your curiosity was immediately piqued. You thought over what he could possibly be keeping a surprise for when the package arrived, your attempts to lovingly interrogate him about what he possibly haven't gotten you being unsuccessful.

He adored giving you little surprise packages like that, usually of a couple of his jackets or shirts for you to wear, or some items of your interests. But usually he didn’t give you a warning; you would just receive a package, see it was from his address, and wait til the two of you were on call together to open it for him to see. Quest always adored seeing his angel’s eyes light up with delight as they opened gifts from him, it made his world when he was so far away from them.

The warning is what made you suspicious that it was something big or expensive, possibly something you had to sign off on. You asked the others of the server if they knew anything, and while for some like Salo and Two who genuinely had no clue, for others like Toast and Xyx, it was blatantly obvious they were “hiding” that they knew something. One time Quest popped in on the two making extremely vague hints to you, making the two scatter with half-assed excuses. Quest was just grateful that the so-called hints were more confusing than directing.

After four days of “investigating”, you were just about to give up on figuring out what the hell your lover got you that would require a warning, when your doorbell rang. You glanced at the time, seeing it was just barely 9:30 AM. It seemed like a reasonable time for a package to be delivered, so you jumped out of your seat in delight. You'd finally find out what your boyfriend sent you.

You didnt bother looking through the peephole as you reached your front door, a big smile of excitement on your face as you opened your door, only for your expression to turn to pure awe and surprise.

There in front of you was Quest, dressed in casual clothes, holding a couple bouquets of flowers. He had a huge smile on his face when seeing you there in front of him, his darling angel, having to hold back from hugging you immediately. He instead offered you the bouquets, one of stunning red roses, one of all your favorite flowers arranged so their blooms made the shape of a heart.

“Happy Valentines Day, angel. I hope you didn’t expect this one.” He chuckled a bit, a small blush of bashfulness coming over the tops of his ears. That blush quickly became one of happiness as you suddenly lunged forward and wrapped your arms tight around him, making him laugh softly.

He was finally having a happy Valentines, with the most amazing person he could think of. With the person he loved with all his heart.

#blooming panic quest #bloomic #blooming panic #bp quest #quest #bloomnini #Fanfic #fanfic #valentines #past #present #happy valentines

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destieltropecollection · 3 years

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Destiel Trope Collection 2021 | Day 20: Sam Ships It

And I would walk 500 miles | @chaoticdean

Rating: General Word Count: 1,311 Main Tags/Warnings: POV Sam Winchester, Secret Relationship, Sam Winchester is So Done, Castiel and Dean Winchester are Saps, Dean and Cas aren't SMOOTH, Innocent Jack Kline Summary: The one where they think they’re being subtle, but they’re actually being really loud (and Sam happens to have functioning eyes, too.)

Smith & Smith | @misha-moose-dean-burger-lover

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 1,370 Main Tags/Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply, It's a Wonderful Life AU, Established Castiel/Dean Winchester, Misunderstandings Summary: Smith is obvious enough. Obvious, with his packed lunches and secretive screensavers. Obvious, in the way he unfailingly redoes his hair before leaving, cause he’s “picking Cas up first” - and with his bright smile on Mondays, because “Cas only has Sundays off”. He grins non-stop, the half hour before lunch, and then spends it holed up in his office entirely - and if Sam returns early from his own break, he can’t not catch the unicorn laughs emerging from there, glass walls be damned. Once, in fact, a package got misdelivered, and Sam returned from lunch to a bouquet on his desk, labelled on a recycled paper card with a pickup line so ridiculous - wordplay on ‘honey’, in fact - that it almost verified the domesticity singlehandedly. Dean Smith is married. There can be absolutely no other explanation.

Angry, Angry, Angry, Pie | @a-mandala-rose

Rating: General Word Count: 1,474 Main Tags/Warnings: Canon Compliant, Bunker Fic, Pre-Slash, POV Sam Summary: “So… you’re saying that Dean’s four emotional states are angry, angry, angry… and pie?” “Pretty much, yeah.” After overhearing a conversation between Cas and Sam, Dean decides to clarify his feelings to the angel... sort of.

Dr. McHandsy and the curious case of the white lab coat | @chaoticdean

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 1,500 Main Tags/Warnings: Canon Universe, Background Case, Doctor Castiel (Supernatural), Jealous Dean Winchester, Sam Ships It Summary: They’re on a case and undercover, and that’s reason #1 why Dean shouldn’t be sitting here drooling over his partner. But really, who thought putting Castiel in a doctor outfit would be a brilliant idea?! He’s gonna kill Sam.

AL THAT MATTERS | @cooloddball

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 2,714 Main Tags/Warnings: Domestic fluff, Implied smut, Sam knows, Established Relationship Summary: Dean is happy and glowing, Sam is suspicious.

All you need is love | @notfunnydean

Rating: General Word Count: 2,758 Main Tags/Warnings: domestic fluff, first dates, valentine's day, shy!Dean, Sam pov Summary: It’s nearly valentine’s day and Dean declines every attempt of Sam’s to set him up on a date. Only for Sam to find out that he had a date all along.

Penpals | @vampamber

Rating: General Word Count: 3,346 Main Tags/Warnings: ABO, omega Dean, alpha Cas, true mates, childhood friends, everybody knew but them, scents, long distant relationship Summary: Some people go their entire lives without meeting that perfect person for them. Some meet them really early on. Dean Winchester and Castiel Shurley were part of the latter group. Pointless fluff with oblivious idiots in love.

5 times Cas had to heal Dean + 1 time Dean had to heal Cas | @fellshish

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 4,288 Main Tags/Warnings: Angst with a happy ending, 5 + 1 things, mutual pining, POV sam winchester, touch-starved dean winchester, american sign language Summary: Dean keeps getting himself hurt just so Cas would touch him, to heal him. It drives Sam and Eileen pretty much crazy.

Shut Up and Dance, Dean Winchester | @ailuromatron

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 8,370 Main Tags/Warnings: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester, Sam Winchester is so very done, Sam POV, Dean POV, fluff, mild angst, dancing, internalized homophobia mentioned Summary: He’s currently with a blonde woman who would be tall even without the heels she’s wearing, and she just said something to make him laugh. He grins and replies as they match up their steps again, his attitude mildly flirty, but Sam can easily tell that there’s no real intent in it. It looks like Dean’s partner can tell that, too, as she’s engaging him just as lightly, and not leaning into him more than necessary or anything like that. Sam wonders if Castiel can tell all of this or not. He’s still zeroed in on Dean like before, but now there’s a pensive tilt to his head, his body less tense but no less focused. It almost looks like he’s waiting for something.

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bakugohoex · 3 years

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“to my love, jean”

pairing: jean kirschtein x gender neutral reader

cw: valentines day post, angst, fluff, language

word count: 600+

a/n: we alone and sad, have fun reading this *sadistic smile rn*

summary: in which jean reads the valentines day letter you wrote for him.

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To my love, Jean,

Another year another valentine, it seems like as the years go on I get sappier and sappier when writing these. You better have kept my other ones, or I will kick that horse face of yours (even though I love it so much). I thought if we’re going all out this year that it’d be better for me to get even more cringier. So make sure you’re reading this whilst cuddling me or something so I can laugh at how gross I sound in this.

Even if I do joke around with you a lot and love pissing you off, I want you to know just how much I love you. I can’t believe that someone as handsome as you chose someone like me, you were always a bit of a cunt to others. But the way you looked at me, making me feel so special I knew from that moment that you were my forever love. I know, I know sap alert, I know we promised we wouldn’t go all out this year, but Sasha said to talk about feelings in the letter and the feeling I have is just unexplainable.

I don’t want to ramble on but, when I look at you I see my whole entire world. Every late night when we were scouts watching the stars, laying in the grass. So innocent of real titans, every small kiss you gave me when Levi wasn’t looking. The first time we saw the sea to the days we were forced to build tracks for Paradis, every single one of those moments with you I never thought of anything but our future together. You’re my entire world, my future even, I want everybody in the whole entire universe to know that you and I are together forever.

Okay, now that I’ve gotten the cringe out of the way, I can already imagine that stupid cocky grin you’re going to have when reading this all. God I love that stupid face of yours, my pretty boy, with those pretty eyes and pretty mouth that’s all mine.

You once promised me a life away from this all where we could get away from titans, have the happily ever after we deserved. I want you to know that I see that as well, every time I kill a titan I do it for you, do it for our future. I want a family with you, I want us to be happy without the worry of death around us, I want us to grow old together. I fucking love you so bloody much, its so hard to express my emotions on paper. But when I’m there whilst you read this I’ll be giving you so many kisses to make up for the lack of feelings.

But seriously, I don’t think I’d have survived this long without you, you’re really it for me. My one true love, the only man who I see a future with, I can’t wait to wrap my arms around that waist of yours. Feel your skin against my own as I give a million kisses to prove to you just how much I love you.

Yours favourite person ever,

Y/n x

Jean collapsed as he read the letter, tears brimming his face as he read your words. The paper dampened as he finally looked up, the letter that never reached him. The letter he had missed out on, the one he had found in your stuff. The missed love and kisses that were a distant memory as he stood firm tears trickling down his face as he kneeled in the soil. He looked up, the cold air hitting his face as he looked at the grey stone, here lied his love, the woman who deserved peace and stability was gone in a matter of seconds. He was never getting you back, never getting the future he promised with you, never getting to kiss you one last time.

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thefallenbibliophilequote · 3 years

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I Carry Your Heart With Me

Bucky x Reader

Summary: Valentine's Day can be hard, but not only for singles.

Word count: 2,262

Warnings: implied smut, mainly fluff, some angst.

A/N: this is my Hoelentine gift to @fandomoneshots-imagines I really hope you'll like it, have a happy Hoelentine!!! @amythedvdhoarder @chrissquares @drabblewithfrannybarnes

A/N2: And yes, the poem by E. E. Cummings inspired this and I have to say that I got emotional writing this. The idea that inspired this fanfic though, was the song by Taylor Cruel Summer. As always let me know via ask if you want to be added to the taglist! be warned that this is not betad and errors are probably hanging out throughout this story, i take full responsibiblity!

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"I don't think it'll fit." Natasha tilted her head, trying to picture Tony's sketches coming to life in the ball room.

"Of course it will!" you heard the two of them coming into the common room.

"Hear ye, hear ye! I am happy to announce that next week we will be hosting a Valentine's Day party!" at the few groans in the room he continued. "No you can't skip it, and yes you will have to get dressed up nicely."

"What if we accidently get hurt on a mission and have to miss it?" Sam quipped at Tony who was not amused.

"Girls love heroes, so if you somehow end up in that situation clean yourself up and get to the party."

"You can't just force everyone here to go to a party, what if I want to stay in?" you raised your eyebrow at Tony, you liked the plans that you had for valentines and you were kind of looking forward to it actually. You weren't the only one.

"Want to bet on it?" He joked but you knew for him it was an actual challenge. "Besides, what are you going to do instead?"

"Nothing, maybe I will watch a shitty valentines movie?" You hoped he will let this go, a shitty movie was not in your schedule but he didn't have to know that. No one did.

"You need to get laid on Valentines." He shook his head.

"We could set you up! Come on, I'll make sure he'll be a good one." Natasha was smirking at your horrified look. You shook your head before the words could come out of your mouth.

"She doesn't need to be set up with, leave her alone. If she doesn't want to go to the stupid party then she shouldn't have to." Bucky called from where he was sitting opposite you on the other sofa. You met his eye for a moment before you both looked away from each other.

"Don't be so grumpy, Frosty! Maybe we should set you up too, then you won't call my party stupid."

"All I need is peace and quiet, which is why I won't be attending the party Tony." Bucky dismissed it, shifting in his seat. You could feel his unease at the subject.

"Don't worry, I'll find you a good one. Nat and I are the best at that." Sam winked at Bucky and put his arm around Natasha who wore a smirk matching his.

"Leave him alone too. Wow the two of you are disgusting." You got up from the chair, taking the tea from the table. "Now if you'll excuse me I'll go to my room and I am going to stay there because no one is setting me up."

With a stern look at Natasha you turned and walked to your room, leaving the door unlocked.

Trying to stifle a laugh you reached for the lamp on your nightstand and as it lit up a beautiful face of a certain supersoldier hanged mere inches from your face. Now that you could see his smile, you leaned forward to capture his lips causing him to moan.

"What took you so long?" he got into bed beside you.

"Sorry doll, I was chased around a little, had to disappear. I can't believe they want to set me up with some girl." He pulled you closer to him, chest to chest. "I don't need some gal, I already have the best gal right here with me."

"What a sap." You laughed it off, but your cheeks felt hot and you knew that he could tell. You let yourself sink into those brilliant blue eyes of his, sighing in content at finally letting the mask fall off and being able to spend time alone with your boyfriend.

"What if we told them?"

"What? Doll we can't tell them." He pouted at you. You wanted for a while now to let everyone know that you're dating but Bucky never wanted that, he insisted that it'll stay a secret.

"Bucky come on, we are almost a year together now and I don't want to spend our anniversary apart from you and at a stupid party with someone else." You leaned up a bit to look at him properly.

"But we talked about this. I want to keep this amazing thing that we have just for us, for now at least." He tried to take your chin but you pushed his hand away.

"But for how long Bucky? I don't want to keep secrets just to keep you! It's hard not being able to kiss you, hold you whenever we are anywhere public outside of our rooms. Sneaking into your bed and you sneaking into mind… it's a bit tiring." You admitted.

"I don't know for how long, but we will figure this out. It could be dangerous if people knew and- doll, I want to keep this safe. This is so private and I've never had something like this before."

You understood where he was coming from, it still tugged on your heart but you only nodded to him. Lying back down next to him, he reached over you for the lamp with a smirk on his face and he kissed you as the light went out.

It's been a long agonizing week and you barely got to see Bucky with his sudden mission and the planning for the big party Tony was throwing. And then the big day came.

It has been one year exactly. You opened your eyes that morning, not surprised to find your bed empty but you still wished he had stayed a little bit longer. You picked up the neatly folded note from the side of your bed, smiling when you realized what it was.

Doll,

Happy one year anniversary to us! You know I'm not good with words but I still want to try and explain to you what I feel. A year ago I shared my first kiss with a beautiful gal, and now a year later I woke up to having that special gal in my arms. I never thought that I'll be able to keep you mine for this long, and while I can't spend this special day with you I am looking forward to spending every other day with you.

I love you with all my heart Doll.

-your Bucky

Bucky still is a sweet talker, and it had you smiling like a little girl and left you a blushing mess. He liked playing with you like that, and you couldn't help but love him more for it. It didn't come easy for him to express these raw emotions but with time you found a way through and you treasured every time you get to see him like no one else ever would. Kissing the letter and closing it, you got up from the bed and went to start your day. Maybe you'll get Bucky alone in the kitchen.

The minute you got to the living room, your friends kidnapped you and kept you hostage, showing you guys that they want to set you up with, they talked about your dress and shoes and whatever else you couldn't find yourself to care about when you haven't seen Bucky yet.

A spring of butterflies gathered in your stomach when Bucky was finally there, coming back from a run. He smiled his beautiful smile at you and pointed his head to the kitchen which he was heading towards.

After he entered you made a half-assed excuse and went to the kitchen. You were smiling when you saw him there, immediately going for a hug which for your sadness didn't last long when you saw Clint and Steve were there too, and Sam was just entering. Murmuring a greeting to everyone, you made yourself coffee next to where Bucky stood.

At this point you were experts in hiding a relationship from spies and soldiers. No trying to whisper to each other when Steve was around; being cautious about what you are doing when the archer is in the room; talking as friends next to people and being affectionate when you were alone in a room which was alright since Bucky will know if someone is coming. So you enjoyed talking to him a bit now until Sam took him away from you, telling him about the girl he found for him.

Bucky noticed when you exited the room right after without saying a word. He wished he could get his friends to stop pushing the topic.

That was how the rest of the day went, and by the time the party started you still didn't get enough time with your boyfriend leaving you with this emptiness inside of you.

Natasha and Tony introduced you to the guy they set you up with, the guy they thought could compare to your Bucky but then again no one could compare to him.

He was nice enough, his name was Nick and he was a developer at Stark industries. Trying to keep the small talk found to be difficult especially when you spotted Bucky in the crowd being introduced to a stunning looking girl, and you couldn't help the jealousy that decided to take over your mind.

The night moved on and Bucky, being the 40s gentleman that he is, danced with the lady while you could barely focus. You wanted nothing more than to throw her into the farthest wall away from Bucky.

So settling for lightly turning Nick down, you went from him straight to the bar hoping a drink or two will help. Worst anniversary ever.

In the middle of the dance floor Bucky struggled to stay far enough from the girl in front of him without offending her and making a scene. But the girl tried getting closer to him, and there were so many people around him he didn't have anywhere to go, then he saw you sitting alone at the bar crestfallen.

Seeing his girl so sad, that did it for him. He went away from the girl and knew exactly what he was doing as he walked towards the band that was playing with a look he knew belonged to the winter soldier, it did the job as the people scrambled to get out of his way until he got up on the stand and sent the singer away, pulling the microphone out of its stand.

With one breath in he started speaking.

"Everyone I need your attention, please. Cut the music." At the sharp tone of his voice all of the music stopped and the only thing heard in the big room were the whispers in the crowd. There were more people there looking at him now than he realized, but he wouldn't let himself back down now, it was too important for him. Looking out he caught you looking at him and smiled.

"Now, there's a beautiful girl here in this room tonight and she means everything to me but I was too goddamn scared of what will happen if I admitted what I am admitting right now." He never let his eyes wander from yours. "Y/N Y/L/N I love you more than anything in this world and it's been a year since I got over my fear and finally kissed you and now, now I want the whole world to know that I'm the luckiest guy in the world to be able to call you mine. I never let myself hope, aspire, or dream that I could one day find everything I wanted in a person but then I met you and you wrecked any plan I had to stray away from love.

You're my everything, my Doll," Bucky got down from the stage and walked to you until he stood in front of you and could see the emotional unshed tears your eyes held when you got out of the chair to stand in front of him. "I'm sorry it took me this long, and believe me when I say that I wanted to show you off as mine to anyone who dared to look at you, but I was scared and now it doesn't matter."

When a tear spilled out he wiped it from your cheeks and a smile spread on your face at his touch.

"I LOVE YOU." He shouted into the microphone even when his entire world now just consisted of you and only you. He repeated it again in a whisper just for good measure. "I love you and I need you to know that you're the only one for me Doll because you've got my heart in the palm of your hand and no matter how many times I'll say it it'll still not be enough to explain my feelings towards you. I love you Y/N, and I will love you until I die, and if there's life after that I'll love you then."

Not waiting anymore you threw the microphone to the side, not caring about the noise it made when you crushed your lips into Bucky's. You felt him grin into the kiss as he wrapped his arms around you tightly.

After the quiet there were cheers in the background but you could barely hear them over the pound of your two hearts, synchronized perfectly with each other.

"Your heart is safe with me, I'll carry it with mine." It was a promise between two lovers, a secret of just the two of them, and Bucky knew he had nothing to fear when he had her.

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littlegnoblin · 3 years

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Happy Valentine’s Day to my best friend and other half @donestiel

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Dean comes home from work to find Cas and Jack sitting at the table, red heart-shaped lollipops strewn in front of them.

He gives Cas a quick kiss. “You trying to give the kid a sugar rush or what?”

“Daddy! It’s for Valemtime’s Day!” Jack yells excitedly, hopping off his chair to hug Dean’s legs.

“It’s pronounced valentine, Jack.”

“I don’t know, valemtime kinda has a nice ring to it,” Dean says. Jack beams up at him and he can’t help but ruffle his hair.

“Yes, well, the holiday has become so bastardized that I suppose renaming it wouldn’t hurt.” Cas squints at the box the candy came in. “Does no one find it odd that their children are passing around cards demanding others belong to them?”

Dean sits down and pulls Jack into his lap, flipping through the little pink cards. “I don’t know that you’re supposed to think about it that hard, dude.” He comes across a card that reads ‘kiss me’ and holds it up. “This, on the other hand-- they’re five, what the hell do they need to be kissin’ for?”

“I want kisses!” Jack protests.

“You’re a little kiss monster.” Cas leans in and presses a big, exaggerated smooch to Jack’s cheek. “How was that? Did it satisfy the beast?”

Jack giggles and nods enthusiastically.

“Hey, I’m gonna need to sample one of those kisses myself. Make sure they’re regulation-- standard procedure.”

“Is that right?”

“‘Fraid so,” Dean says with a shit eating grin.

He’s expecting a goofy kiss like the one he gave Jack but Cas uses his thumb to tilt Dean’s chin just so and kisses him deeply.

They break apart when two tiny hands push at their faces and Jack tells them to knock it off.

“This is what Valentine’s Day is all about, champ. Besides, I thought you liked kisses.”

“You guys do it gross.”

Dean smiles and bounces his eyebrows at Cas, who rolls his eyes but can’t hide the small curl of his mouth.

“Perhaps your father will help you write your classmates’ names on the cards while I get dinner ready.”

“I can cook,” Dean says quickly. The thought of Cas’ last attempt at cooking has his stomach churning and he’s pretty sure feeding that toxic waste to Jack would be considered child abuse.

Cas holds up a cardboard box. “It’s frozen pizza.”

“Alright, I’ll do babysitting duty. Just make sure you take the plastic off this time.”

“It’s not babysitting when it’s your own child and that was one time.”

“One time too many,” Dean mutters.

“I’m sorry, what was that?”

“Nothing, dear.”

Cas glares at him. “I expect you to eat a healthy portion of salad along with your pizza tonight.”

“You making it yourself or is it bagged?”

The glare intensifies.

Jack tugs on his sleeve. “Daddy, did you like doing valentine’s stuff in school?”

“Nah, it, uh-- it wasn’t really a thing when I was your age.”

That’s a blatant lie but Dean’s not going to tell him the truth and bum him out. What five year old wants to hear that their dad didn’t do Valentine’s Day exchanges because there was barely enough money for food, let alone candy, and he never really stuck around any school long enough to get included in the holiday stuff. Shit’s depressing.

“So you never got no cards or nothin’?”

“Nope.” Dean never got cards but he did get invited under the bleachers a few times in high school to unwrap a different kind of present. He’s not telling him that either, though.

“That sucks. Can I have a lollipop?”

“Nice try, kid.” Dean taps on the card in front of them. “Get to writing.”

He oversees the careful labelling of the cards, reminding Jack to double check the list of names anytime he spells something wrong and corrects a few backwards letters. They debate who gets what card and Jack complains that he has to give one to Tom who keeps cutting him in line.

Cas rejoins them in the middle of Jack’s impassioned rant, hiding his smile behind his hand.

“While I agree that Tom is a-- what was it you called him?”

“A butthead.”

“Yes, right, a butthead. While I agree he is a butthead, unfortunately I think you need to be the bigger person. Maybe this will even convince him to stop cutting in line and you two can be friends.”

“No way. I don’t wanna be friends with Tom.”

“You never know,” Dean says. “I didn’t like your dad when we first met, but I think he’s a pretty okay guy now.”

Jack looks at him wide eyed. “You didn’t like Daddy?”

“No way, he was a butthead.”

“It was more of a misunderstanding,” Cas explains.

“Oh is that what we’re calling it?”

Cas lifts an eyebrow and stares him down. “What would you call it, Dean?”

Shit, that should not be so hot.

“Not the point; the point is that I didn’t think I would ever like your dad and now we’re married. Things change.”

Jack furrows his brows, considering. “I don’t want to marry Tom.”

Dean snorts. “You don’t have to. In fact, please don’t. His mom is a nightmare.” Cas kicks him under the table. “What! She is!”

“You don’t have to marry him and you don’t have to be friends with him,” Cas says, ignoring Dean completely, “but you do have to give him a card and some candy.”

Jack grumbles but does as he’s told. Dean’s legs are starting to fall asleep but he’s become increasingly aware of how fast Jack is growing up and soon-- way too fucking soon, if you ask him-- he won’t be sitting in his lap at all so he silently resigns to not feeling his legs for the next ten minutes.

“All done!” Jack yells and throws his hands in the air.

“Sweet, now let's stick some candy in these bad boys and call it a night.”

“Wait, there’s a extra, what should I do with it?”

“Is there anyone who’s not in your class that you’d like to give a valentine to?”

Jack gasps and slaps a hand over Dean’s eyes, nearly poking one out in the process. “Close your eyes, Daddy!”

Dean dutifully closes his eyes until Jack tells him he’s finished. He slowly opens one eye and sees the pink card held about an inch from his face.

“For me?” he gasps dramatically.

“Yes!”

The front of the card reads ‘You’re the best!’ and when he opens it, he finds ‘Daddy’ written in some of the neatest handwriting from Jack he’s ever seen. Beneath it he’s signed his name, the K backwards like it always is on his first try.

“I gave it to you because you never had one before and also you’re the best daddy ever, who makes me yummy chocolate chip pancakes and cheeseburgers and does funny voices for bedtime stories,” Jack explains.

Dean wraps his arms around his son and rests his cheek on top of his head, his heart feeling fit to burst. “Thank you, Jack. I’m gonna keep this forever.” And he means it.

“Welcome. Can I have a lollipop now?”

Cas points at Dean. “He gets that from you.”

After the valentines are carefully put away and they’ve had dinner (plastic free and edible, which Cas seems proud of), Jack gets a bath and is tucked in bed. Dean and Cas spend the rest of the night sprawled out on the couch watching reruns of Doctor Sexy and drinking beer. Party city.

When the Doctor Sexy reruns switch to Jeopardy, Dean knows it’s officially midnight.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, I guess.”

They tip their bottles together.

“I hope I didn’t disappoint you by not planning anything,” Cas says, picking at the label on his beer.

“What? No, of course not. We never do anything. I thought we were on the same page about avoiding that shit after our first Valentine’s together.”

They both shudder thinking about the sweaty cupid ‘handshake’.

“We are, but we never actually discussed it and I…” Cas pauses and tilts his head. “I think having Jack around and seeing the world through his eyes, experiencing things in a new way, it makes me wonder if we’re not missing out on some of the little things.”

“Hey, we appreciate lots of the little things-- like you not cooking frozen pizza with the plastic still on.”

“Dean.”

“Okay, okay. So you sayin’ you wanna celebrate now?”

“Sam and Eileen do.”

“Sam and Eileen are saps. And they don’t have a five year old running around.”

Cas makes a sound of agreement and softly strokes the back of Dean’s neck, sending shivers down his spine. “You make a fair point. In all honesty, I don’t want to do anything extravagant but I would like to take the opportunity to remind you how much I love you. Am I allowed to be sappy for a moment?”

Dean clears his throat. “Yeah, I guess you deserve one day to get it all out.” He puts their bottles down and faces his husband. “Lay it on me, big guy.”

Instead of looking annoyed, Cas just looks fond. “You know, it’s ironic that a man as full of love as you are is so quick to dismiss any sentimentality. You are a fascinating creature.” A thumb sweeps under his eye where he’s got permanent dark circles and settles at the corner where his lines get deeper every day. It makes Dean want to squirm but he holds still under the reverent touch. “Perhaps that’s why I never stood a chance.”

“C’mon, man,” Dean says, dropping his eyes to the couch.

“Hush, I’m allowed, I’ll have you know. My husband gave me explicit permission.”

“Well, your husband is thinking about rescinding the offer.”

“I love you.”

Cas says it with such conviction that Dean can’t help but look back at him, at his bright eyes and soft smile; at the evidence of his love written all over his face.

“I love you, endlessly, Dean Winchester. For everything that you are; the good and the bad. From the moment I saw your soul in hell, so bright it was almost blinding, I knew I would never be the same. You breathed life into me, gave me meaning and purpose, taught me the value of love, and you did it all, selflessly, simply by being the man that you are.” Cas draws him close, presses their foreheads together. “I can never give back all that you’ve given me but I promise you will have my love until we are nothing but a forgotten memory, and longer still.”

Dean squeezes his eyes shut and they breath together in the small space between them.

“You can’t-- you can’t just say shit like that,” he whispers.

“And why not?”

“Because it’s not true, first of all.” Cas opens his mouth to argue but Dean covers it with his hand and hurries on. “You’ve already given all of that back and more. God, Cas, if it weren’t for you I’d have been dead years ago. I needed to stick around-- to take care of Sammy, to stop whatever or whoever was trying to end the world next-- but you… you made me want to live. Really live, not just survive, you know? I fuckin’ love you, man.”

Cas pushes Dean’s hand away and presses his lips against Dean’s fervently.

When they finally break apart for desperately needed air, they both pretend they aren’t sniffling like little girls.

“You happy now? Can we go back to not doing this?”

Cas laughs. “I hadn’t planned on making it quite so emotional, I apologize. You always bring out the most in me.”

“Ugh, enough,” Dean groans, shoving Cas’ smiling face away. “You aren’t allowed to say anything even approaching romantic for the next twenty four hours, capiche?”

“I can agree to that, as long as I’m allowed to give you a gift later.”

“I thought you said you didn’t plan anything?”

“It’s nothing big.” Cas’ fingers sneak under Dean’s shirt and trail along his stomach, dipping to his waistband. “I just happened to walk by Victoria’s Secret and see a pair of pink satin panties in the window.”

Dean’s heart beats a little faster. “Oh yeah?” he says breathlessly. “Not gonna lie, that seems more like a present for you.”

Cas hums and leans over Dean, forcing him to lie back on the couch. “Well then I suppose I’ll just have to do whatever you want while you wear them.”

When he kisses him he tastes like cherry candy and Dean thinks could learn to like this holiday.

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