#24 hour roses(Valentines Day)

[historias-multorum]

@kaito-akimoto “Happy Valentine’s Day, Tenten. This is for you,” Kaito said, gifting her a box of chocolates, hoping it would be well received. He had been crushing on her hard ever since she did a tarot reading for him.

@kaito-akimoto

"These are- for me?!"

"Awww! That's so sweet of you Kaito thank you so much! Here, lets eat them together, there's no way I'll eat all these alone."

[yourshaylaa]

summary: valentine's day? this is nerdjo's perfect chance! pt.1

song list: (hella short cuz this is short)

espresso- sabrina carpenter

obsessed- mariah carey

kiss it better- rihanna

"i-i... well um, i think you're uhh, very... pretty... and i um, you'r-"

"so you mean i'm hot and you can't stop staring?" you say in a judgy voice, unable to comprehend what's going on— or 'flabbergasted' as what the dumbass in front of you calls it. "listen up, nerd: i know i'm a looker, and i don't need someone like you to remind me of that, mmkay? so scram." you say, pushing past like what? the 13th dumbass? and you're not even two hours in.

you look to your side, just to be met by satoru, a loyal puppy. even though he was the smartest, he did your homework for free, unlike the other nerds who'd grown some balls thinking they had a chance with you— except for the chance to finish your essays.

pretty face adorned with baby blue eyes, satoru wasn't that ugly. in fact, he wasn't ugly at all. just that... he was a nerd. with nerdy glasses, nerdy clothes, and thick, nerdy books in his hands 24/7. flustered, stuttering mess. hey, but he looks so cute wrapped around your finger, ain't that right?

"well," he chuckles and pushes his glasses up with an index. damn, 5 inch fingers? what about his co- "you're getting a lot of confessions, huh?" he shakes his head head slightly and walks alongside you.

"mhm... it's exhausting." you say tiredly, with a hint of smug in your voice. "oh, and did you finish my assignment? need to hand it over next period." you inquire, expecting the work. satoru was never late to anything. punctual, perfect, and what not? would be your mom's dream if you brought him home.

"oh, yeah! i did it for you, and i guarantee you'll get an A!" he says proudly, looking over at you.

"uhh.. okay, now hand it over?" you say with a bit of attitude, your hand open as you observe him scrambling for it in some bag. "here! here is it!" he hands it to you like some sacred treasure. you look at the paper, looking at what he wrote before you catch a glimpse of red and some scrunching of wrappers as he zips the bag up. your eyebrows furrow as realise what it is. roses. and chocolates. who the fuck is he giving that to?

"what's that?" you ask sternly, looking up at him, the assignment completely forgotten. "the thing in your bag. who's that for, huh?" you push him against a wall, quickly pinning him.

"w-what do you mean? i-i don't know what yo-"

"the roses. and chocolates. in your bag right now, who's that for, eh? some other nerdy slut? that blondie cheerleader? psst- she won't accept it, cut it out. no one would." you say harshly, not a single bit jealous. scoff, you've never been jealous in your life.

a flicker of emotions flash by his face and then it settles to a one of annoyance.

"not even you?" he says, a hint of smugness in his face.

"what?" you say, now truly 'flabbergasted'. what does he mean by that? there's no way he's...

"well, since no one would accept me... i guess you won't get those." he signals to the bag with his eyes and looks back into your eyes deeply. a full blown smirk adorns his face, the 'next period' completely out of mind.

"wait, i didn't mean that, come on!" you retorted. how could he speak to you like that? you were the famous y/n, who would not confess to you? you take the roses and chocolates out of his bag, and shove it into his hands. "now do it, properly. say how much you love me and what you find hot about me."

"i know you have guys all over you all the time, but they're all just desperate and weak. i ain't like them. i'm confident and i know what i want. and what i want is you. you're absolutely hot, and nobody else is gonna have you. so yeah, i want you, and i'm not takin' no for an answer."

lips crash and feelings form, you taking the first move. tongues moving and doing more to express more than words. you both knew you both wanted this. he switches positions and puts a leg in between yours, making it unable for you to escape. his thigh rubs against yours and he gropes you, out in the hallway, where anyone could see. but no one was around, and that was all that mattered (you as well). he breaks the kiss, a string of saliva connecting your lips.

"y/n, please... i need you so much right now."

pt.2

[fumiscripts]

✦ SO, BABY, HOLD MY HAND NOW

✦ one shot ,, michael kaiser x gn!reader

content:: kaiser never would've thought he'd be falling first and harder. after an inner debate, he decided he'll ask you out on valentines. he's not sure what to do, though one thing was for certain: he wants to make you happy

valentines fic ,, fluff ,, 877 words

additional:: WHIPPED loser kaiser who tries to act nonchalant, implied childhood friends if you squint, he prolly would not do allat but like c'mon man it's valentines let's have a little fluff, ts is so sappy like actually, kaiser attempts to pin after reader, ending is open heh

Kaiser believed that he was a nonchalant, male manipulator.

But, really, he could not be any more dramatic than this.

Seriously, what was wrong with him? Thinking corny, cheesy thoughts about you like he liked you. He's killing himself inside every time his mind points towards the idea of holding your hand, or whatever couples do, cringing at himself— which was a shocker, as he never seemed embarrassed from whatever bullshit he constantly does— and tweaking out violently. And not the kicking feet and giggling type of tweaking. The pulling hair, screaming into a pillow type of tweaking.

He's Michael Kaiser, for fuck's sake, not some hopeless romantic! Why was he even thinking of you? You're so mid compared to him. Seriously, you didn't deserve to be going through his head 24/7. You didn't deserve the way he feels warm whenever he sees a smile grace your face, didn't deserve how stupidly much he wanted to be the reason for it— to be the reason you're happy.

Well, you're close to him, that much he can say. To the point the two of you had witnessed each other while on their most vulnerable. Kaiser found himself sincerely caring for you—but that doesn't mean he liked liked you.

So what? He could wrap an arm around your shoulders and pull you around by your hand whenever the two of you were walking, and you could still be friends. In fact, he does lots of the latter. A lot of hand holding. He could say the weight of your hand was perfect against his–

God, he really needed to stop.

The way it’s nearing Valentines is not helping. Usually, he’d find these days boring and meaningless— but now that you’re in the picture? Yeah, no, it’s different. While crashing out over his feelings, he had come to a simple conclusion: He’s gonna ask you out. In the most extravagant way possible because he’s Michael Kaiser. Plus, if he was to ask you for a date with him, he needs to at least make it seem like you were the one desperate for him, and that he was only doing it as a favor. Really, he just wanted to take you out, though he denies it.

On the day, you were greeted by a notification from him, a short one, to not make it seem like he had been staring at his phone for minutes, debating how to write the message.

“Dress up, we're going somewhere.”

The text stated, making you wonder what the hell he’s making you get ready for so early in the morning. But you made the effort to follow along, anyway. If he was up to tomfoolery, you were in. Maybe you'll shit on couples, who knows.

You could hear him pull up an hour later, just in time when you were finished doing your morning routine. Opening the door, you were greeted with him leaning against the wall— acting all cool and composed, when he had been pacing back and forth anxiously while waiting for you to open the door— Kaiser spots you and pushes himself up, leaning on the doorframe, instead.

“Hey,” he forced the word out, trying not to let the way you looked so good get to him. His palms were sweating. Why were they sweating? He's not nervous. Totally not… was he? Kaiser forced out a smile, shoving an obnoxiously flashy bouquet of blue roses in your direction, having it from behind his back to in your arms. Seeing your puzzled expression, he rolled his eyes, shifting his position again to tilt his head, looking down at you.

This was his attempt at making a scene with close proximity, like what he had seen in those low-budget romcoms the both of you watch for shits and giggles. Really, he does not have any experience in relationships— all of this was ripped off straight out of movies and books he read, just to try and impress you.

“Happy valentines,” Kaiser greeted. Before it could seem too mushy and sweet, he followed up. “Since I just know you're lonely and all, I decided why the hell not take you out on a date? Better than being single while sappy couples are kissing all around you, hm? How lucky you are, scoring a date with me of all people.”

The surprise written on your face quickly transformed into a hint of slight annoyance. “...I never complained about being single on valentines…? Are you sure you didn't just wanna ask me out? I'm not shaming you for that,” you say, having a slightly amused grin right after. Kaiser wanted to wipe it right off your face.

“Whatever,” he scoffed, before offering you his hand. A simple, romantic gesture. “Yes, I'm asking you out.”

You stared at his hand, raising an eyebrow. To which he sighed, heat rising up to his face at the thought of being out here and doing something soft and romantic with you— wanting to see you smile and enjoy the day because of him. You weren't stupid, you saw the soft hues of red on the tips of his ears, and the way those blue eyes softened just the slightest as he muttered something out.

“Just hold my hand now.”

happy late valentines y'all 😓

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[historias-multorum]

@kaito-akimoto

"I don't really have a preference, but I am a fan of dark chocolate." Tenten answered as she looked around at the various chocolates. "Seriously though, I appreciate the thought that went into this Kaito. I just feel bad I didn't get you anything."

Valentine's Day 2025 [Kaito x Tenten]

kaito-akimoto “Happy Valentine’s Day, Tenten. This is for you,” Kaito said, gifting her a box of chocolates, hoping it would be well received. He had been crushing on her hard ever since she did a tarot reading for him.

@historias-multorum answered:

"These are- for me?!"

"Awww! That's so sweet of you Kaito thank you so much! Here, lets eat them together, there's no way I'll eat all these alone."

“Wait, really?” Kaito blinked, he was ready for her potentially declining his gift. But Tenten wanting to eat the chocolate with him was something he didn’t prepare for, it was a pleasant surprise.

“Alright,” he agreed with acceptance later, opening the box to show her. “I got a variety box since I wasn’t sure what you liked, though I’m not too picky with them myself haha.

What’s your usual go-to or favourite?"

[muiitoloko]

Love on the Run

Summary: Dinner and romance? Not with Hans Gruber.

Pairing: Hans Gruber × Fem! Reader

Warnings: Weapons.

Also read on Ao3

You drummed your fingers against the steering wheel, your nails tapping out a frustrated rhythm as you stared at the glowing sign of the 24-hour convenience store. The neon buzzed faintly, flickering like it was just as exhausted as you were. This was how you were spending your Valentine’s Day.

Not in a fancy restaurant. Not in some five-star hotel suite with silk sheets and champagne. Not even at home, tangled in Hans’ arms while he whispered his usual brand of dangerous, wicked promises in your ear. No. Instead, your boyfriend—the brilliant, maddening, infuriating Hans Gruber—had dragged you to a damn convenience store at ten at night.

You glared at him as he stepped out of the car. “What the hell could you possibly need at this hour, Hans?”

Hans didn’t even glance back at you. He just smirked—that infuriating, knowing smirk that meant he was up to something. The kind of smirk that made your stomach flip and made you want to strangle him in equal measure. “Patience, Liebchen,” he said smoothly, his thick German accent laced with amusement. “I’ll take care of everything.”

“Yeah, right.” You scoffed, rolling your eyes as he strode into the store.

You knew better than to expect flowers or chocolates or even a half-assed Hallmark card. If he was finally getting you a Valentine’s gift, it was going to be last-minute and probably terrible. Some expired candy bar, a stuffed animal with one eye missing, or—hell—maybe a single wilted rose from the discount rack.

You sighed, staring at the road, forcing down your irritation. If he forgot completely, you’d kill him.

Then— BOOM.

Gunfire erupted inside the store.

Your head snapped up. What the—?

Your heart was still catching up when Hans burst through the automatic doors, moving like a damn hurricane. A black ski mask was pulled over his face, a gun in his hand, and a bag—a full fucking bag—stuffed with cash slung over his shoulder.

Your jaw dropped.

“What the fuck, Hans?!” you shrieked, even as he practically threw himself into the passenger seat.

“Drive, darling!” he ordered, breathless but laughing, his voice buzzing with pure adrenaline. “Unless you’d prefer we stay and have a chat with the police.”

“Jesus Christ—” You slammed your foot on the gas, peeling out of the parking lot just as the wail of sirens cut through the night air.

Hans yanked the ski mask off, his hazel eyes gleaming, his hair mussed from the rush. And—because he was a goddamn lunatic—he was grinning.

Grinning.

Like he’d just won the lottery instead of committing armed robbery.

“You absolute bastard!” you snapped, your hands gripping the wheel so tight your knuckles went white. “You took me to a damn convenience store just to rob the place?!”

Hans laughed, completely unbothered, his smugness infuriatingly intact. “Technically, I took you so I could get you a gift.” He opened the bag, casually flipping through stacks of stolen cash. “Now, I can buy you something truly exquisite, my love. Diamonds, perhaps? A private island? A fleet of yachts?”

“You son of a bitch!” You threw one hand off the wheel long enough to smack his shoulder—hard.

Hans barely flinched, adjusting his suit jacket like he hadn’t just committed a felony. “Tsk. Violence is never the answer, darling.”

“Screw you, Hans! I thought you were just getting me some shitty Valentine’s gift, not robbing a damn store!”

“Oh, but I was,” Hans said smoothly, flashing you a wicked grin. “And now, you’ll have the finest gift money—or a well-executed crime—can buy.”

“You absolute menace,” you growled, exhaling hard. You should have been furious. You were furious. But this—this was so Hans. And god help you, some twisted, chaotic part of you couldn’t help but laugh.

Hans caught the sound immediately. “Ah-ha! You like this,” he teased, tilting his head, his voice dipping into that low, dangerous purr that always turned your bones to liquid. “Admit it, darling. You enjoy the chaos.”

“You are such a fucking menace,” you muttered, shaking your head.

“And yet, you love me,” he mused, smug as hell, tossing a stack of money into your lap.

You scowled but snatched up the bills, pocketing them with a begrudging smirk. “Fucking bastard.”

Hans chuckled, looking far too pleased with himself. “Ah, my dear, sweet Valentine. You do know how to flatter a man.”

And with that, you kept driving—speeding down the empty highway with sirens in the distance, money in your pocket, adrenaline in your veins, and your lunatic of a boyfriend grinning beside you like a goddamn madman.

Some girls got chocolates. Some got roses.

You got a fucking felony.

Happy Valentine’s Day.

[winterpower98]

Days of Love Special Adopts!

So, I know people mainly wanted LEGO adopts for this Valentine, but I couldn't resist designing a few MLP ones as well.

General rules:

First come first serve.

Do not claim unless you have the full amount asked for.

Payment must be sent 24 hours after claiming the adopt, otherwise it’ll be open again.

Payment only through PayPal.

No refunds if the buyer changes their mind after paying.

Prices are fixed and cannot be bargained.

It is under my discretion to either accept or deny a claim.

After buying, the owner:

Can change the design as they want.

Must credit me for the character at least once (no need to credit me every time the character is used).

Can be traded with another artist for another adopt.

All 6 adoptables cost 16$ each

Sweetheart - OPEN Black Rose - SOLD to @aniflowers King of Hearts - OPEN Heartbreak - OPEN

[sapphicromanoffxo]

Heart's Day | n.r x w.m

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Wanda Maximoff

Word Count: 2.2k+

Warnings: fluff(??), dirty talking, implied smut, light angst, pet names, mentions of bruises and wounds

Summary: Natasha and Wanda are about to celebrate their first Valentine's day together. What happens when Natasha has to leave and Wanda has to be on her own on such special occasion?

A/N: I wrote this one in between answering emails at work and this is pretty much a self-indulgent fic in celebration of Valentine's Day. 💜 Happy reading!

╰┈➤ Masterlist

Wanda eagerly anticipated spending Valentine's Day with Natasha this Wednesday, marking their first celebration together. She took thoughtful steps to make it special by pre ordering a bouquet of red roses and she also thought of scattering petals around her bedroom for a surprise touch. Additionally, she meticulously planned a romantic candlelit dinner, showcasing her culinary skills to impress Natasha.

This upcoming Valentine's Day holds great significance for Wanda, as she wants to express her deep affection and appreciation for Natasha. It's an opportunity for Wanda to convey gratitude for Natasha's unwavering efforts, despite her demanding job and hectic schedule. Wanda only has a vague idea of what Natasha's job entails, all she knows is that she holds a high position in a successful company, often finds herself immersed in work 24/7, and making most of her free time with Wanda.

However, Wanda's excitement took a hit when Natasha informed her of an unexpected business meeting that required her to fly to Europe just three days before Valentine's Day. Disappointment washed over Wanda, but she tried to be understanding of Natasha's professional commitments.

Natasha, expressing regret over the situation through a phone call, explained, "I'm truly sorry, detka. I wish I could reschedule, but this meeting is crucial for our business dealings." Despite her disappointment, Natasha was already packing for her flight, set to depart in less than four hours.

Wanda, fighting back tears, sighed heavily and asked, "When will you be back, Nat?"

"I can't predict the duration of this meeting, these deals sometimes extend to a week, including post-agreement celebrations," Natasha replied, the uncertainty of her return evident in her voice.

"Will you at least give me a call once you touch down? And where are you planning to stay?" Wanda kept her voice steady, not wanting to burden Natasha with her own emotions.

"I'm not exactly sure about my accommodation yet, but I'll make sure to call you as soon as I can, alright? I promise, baby."

Wanda, accepting the reality of the situation, simply replied, "Take care, okay? I'll be waiting for your call."

"I love you, my love. Until we talk again, goodbye for now."

****

A day passed without a word from Natasha, which was unusual. While it wasn't the first time Natasha missed a call due to her busy schedule, she typically sent a brief text to update Wanda. However, this time, there were no responses to Wanda's messages, fueling her anxiety. The worry escalated to thoughts of Natasha potentially being involved with someone else, an unfair assumption, yet Wanda couldn't help but overthink the situation. Recalling moments when Natasha was tied up in business meetings, Wanda questioned whether Natasha couldn't spare a minute for a call.

Fast forward to the third day since Natasha left, Valentine's Day arrived. Wanda still sent Natasha a heartfelt greeting, desperately hoping for a response. Sadly, the message only showed as delivered, without any acknowledgment. Tears welled up in Wanda's eyes as she gazed at the bunch of roses that were delivered in the morning. Unable to proceed with her planned surprise, Wanda still decided to decorate her room with a heart-shaped design of roses on top of the bed, a bucket of wine on the bedside table, and heart-shaped balloons attached to the ceiling. Faux-candles added an intimate ambiance, disappointed that Natasha wouldn't witness the effort. Completing the decorations, Wanda snapped a photo, sending it to Natasha with the caption, "I wish you were here, Natty. ❤️🥀"

Wanda sighed for what felt like the hundredth time that day as her message remained unanswered.

Approaching midnight, the jingle of keys and footsteps in her apartment startled Wanda.

"Wanda?"

Natasha's voice echoed, prompting her to turn on the lights to search for Wanda.

"Natasha? You're here!" Wanda, leaping off the couch where she had been sleeping, embraced Natasha tightly.

"Yes, baby. I'm here now."

Wanda felt an overwhelming sense of relief knowing that Natasha had returned before the day ended. However, her joy was overshadowed by lingering concerns about Natasha's silence during her trip.

"Why didn't you call me back when I asked you to?" Wanda questioned with a hint of irritation, though her voice carried genuine concern.

Stepping back from the embrace, Natasha replied, "Things got incredibly busy when I landed. I'm sorry about that, my love."

It was then that Wanda had a chance to inspect Natasha's face and body. Noticing a cut on her eyebrow with a poorly cleaned wound and small tears on her neck, Wanda's concern deepened.

"What happened to you? Why do you have these wounds?" Wanda's voice revealed alarm as she anxiously fretted over Natasha's state.

"Shh now. I'm okay. I promise. Don't worry about me," Natasha reassured, purposefully diverting Wanda's attention by kissing her senseless.

Wanda melted under Natasha's kisses, moaning as Natasha's grip tightened around her waist.

"I've seen what you've done with your room," Natasha purred in her ears. "Can I see it?"

Wanda nodded, suddenly feeling a surge of arousal from Natasha's affection. She shrieked as Natasha effortlessly lifted her, arms wrapped around her thighs.

"Put me down, you scoundrel!"

Natasha chuckled at Wanda's reaction, carrying her towards the bedroom. Impressed with Wanda's efforts, Natasha was even more delighted when she saw the setup in person. Though the candles were extinguished, the moonlight cast an ethereal glow on the white sheet forming a heart-shaped design with roses. Playfully slapping Wanda on the backside, Natasha set her down.

"Wow, this is really good, detka."

Wanda beamed at Natasha's reaction and responded, "Thank you, it's my surprise for you! Do you like it?"

Natasha sat at the edge of the bed and turned on the candles that were placed on the footrest, beckoning Wanda to sit on her lap, "Come here, sweetheart. I will let you feel how much I like this grand effort of yours."

Wanda's cheeks instantly heated up knowing what's about to happen next.

"You know, you're all I think about whenever I'm away and my mind can't help but to remember how soft your skin is against mine." Natasha's hands travelled down to the hem of the satin night gown that Wanda was wearing and skimmed through the exposed thighs, leaving a trail of goosebumps on her skin.

"How I love leaving hickeys on your chest and neck, so everyone will know that I own you." This was emphasised by an aggressive bite on the junction of Wanda's neck, which made her squirm in pain, but was soon soothed by Natasha's tongue.

"I thought of your delightful moans, sometimes I would need to shake my head just so I could get the sound out of my mind. But baby, I can't. I love how you sound, it shows how needy and desperate you are for me."

Wanda's nightgown was taken off of her at an instant, making her shiver from the sudden exposure. But Natasha's monologue wasn't done yet, and she continued, "And these fucking delicious tits that I could never get enough of. I want to be buried in them, all day long, the same thing with your thighs. One day I know I will suffocate on how hard you squeeze my head when you cum."

Natasha's nails raked over Wanda's thighs and at the same time, sucking on her nipples like a starved animal. "You're really mine, yeah?" Natasha's eyes sparked dangerously.

"You know I'm yours, completely," Wanda responded but her patience for Natasha's foreplay was wearing thin. "But I need you to fuck me right now."

"Hmm. You're impatient today. You miss me that much, huh?"

If Wanda could roll her eyes, she would. But she's not ready for the punishment that it would entail. "Please, Natasha. I need you so much," She rolled her hips desperately seeking friction.

"But honey, I am not done with enumerating the filthy thoughts I have about you." Natasha smirked at her.

"Don't tell me, show me instead," And with that, Wanda brought her hands on the side of Natasha's neck and started kissing her passionately. "Show me, please."

Natasha stood up while Wanda was still wrapped around her midsection and laid her down on the bed, right in the middle of the roses.

"You're the most beautiful thing I've seen." Natasha sincerely complimented her right before assaulting Wanda's lips.

"Take off your clothes, please." Wanda moaned in between the kisses and was forcing Natasha to remove her jacket. Natasha growled at how desperate Wanda was.

"I'll make love to you, all night long." It was a promise that Natasha will surely commit in order to make up for the days she was away from her lover.

****

Hours had passed, and a number of orgasms had been exchanged between the two women. Natasha was feeling utterly satisfied and she glanced at the woman by her side, now peacefully asleep. If someone had told her a year ago that she would be head over heels about a certain girl, she knew she'd shoot that person without hesitation.

Natasha felt like she hit the jackpot when she got to know Wanda and fell in love with her. She never expected to have a chance like this, especially with her line of work. Love was a new and unfamiliar emotion for Natasha, but Wanda made it special, and Natasha wanted her in her life forever. However, the harsh reality interrupted her blissful thoughts as her phone buzzed insistently, revealing an unwelcome caller ID. Answering the call, she knew trouble awaited.

"Where the fuck are you, Nat? You disappeared before the mission debrief, and Fury's losing his mind trying to find you."

Natasha disentangled herself from Wanda's embrace and headed to the living room while putting her pants on and t-shirt. "Don't make a big deal out of it. I had somewhere to be urgently."

Clint chuckled at Natasha's response. "Nah, you bolted because you needed to fuck someone. You were gone for nearly three hours! Get back here before Fury hunts you down, caught with your pants down."

Just as Natasha was about to reply, a voice interrupted her.

"Natasha? Who are you talking to?"

Clint seized the opportunity, exclaiming, "I knew it!" Natasha hastily ended the call, scrambling to come up with an explanation.

"It's just my co-worker. Sorry if I disturbed you."

"Are you coming back to bed?" Wanda asked with a sleepy voice.

"Actually, I have to go. There are things that need to be finalised that I didn't get the chance to do since I immediately left so I can see you." Natasha explained.

Wanda's doubts crept back in her mind and blurted out, "Are you cheating on me?" Her voice trembled as she tried to stay calm.

Taken aback by Wanda's question, Natasha immediately answered, "What? No! Why would you ask that?"

"You're always on business meetings and whenever you're on trips, you never call and you don't reply to my messages." Wanda pointed out.

"I am not cheating on you. I swear!" The redhead walked towards Wanda and placed her hands on her hips to pull her closer. "I don't even look at other people. I only have my eyes on you."

Wanda stared at Natasha's face intently, scrutinising whether she's being truthful but found nothing but sincerity. "You promise?"

"Yes, I promise. I love you, okay?" Natasha touched Wanda's lips before leaning down to kiss her.

"I love you, too. When are you leaving?"

Natasha's phone buzzed again indicating another call. Wanda saw the caller's name, Yelena, and raised her brow at Natasha as if asking who the caller was.

"It's my sister. Wait a second."

Natasha answered the phone and went to look at the window, she shook her head at the profanities that were coming out of Yelena's mouth and dropped the call.

"My sister also works at the company that I'm in and she's currently outside to get me. I will call you in the morning."

Wanda only nodded and kissed her girlfriend goodbye, her doubts still lingering in her head.

"Oh and I will pick you up for a lunch date tomorrow. Please dress up nicely." Natasha winked at Wanda before closing the door.

****

Meanwhile during the car ride heading to SHIELD, Yelena was berating Natasha for her behaviour.

"Are you really not going to tell Wanda that you're an assassin?" Yelena questioned, as if Natasha had sprouted a second head.

"How am I supposed to bring that up? Should I just casually mention, 'Oh, by the way, I kill people—'"

"—criminals," Yelena corrected Natasha.

"Yelena!"

"What? Don't be dumb, sestra. You need to tell her!"

"I will tell her when the time is right." Natasha answered.

"Good luck with that. You even had the guts to go to her while you still have small cuts in your face."

"Yeah, she actually asked about them and the bruises."

"Well, she's going to ask more questions if you continue leaving her like that and then coming back without a limb."

Natasha rolled her eyes at her sister's drama, but she knows Yelena is right to be concerned. Eventually, Wanda will ask more questions, and Natasha might struggle to keep secrets that could harm their relationship. She just hopes Wanda will stay with her once she learns about Natasha and the nature of her real job.

[crsssie]

valentine's event: baby, i'm so stupid in love

Happy Valentine's Day!! You now have (stares at watch) 24 hours to send a love letter to your fav to my inbox! (be as delusional as you'd like) Your beloved and your messenger are waiting! x's n o's !!!

Character List:

apothecary diaries (Jinshi, Maomao)

danganronpa (Komaeda, Hinata, Kamukura)

dc (Bruce, Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian, Steph, Cass, Jaime Reyes)

a date with death (Grimmy)

lovebrush chronicles (Alkaid, Ayn, Cael, Clarence, Lars)

love and deepspace (Zayne, Xavier, Rafayel)

saiki k (Saiki)

solo leveling (Jinwoo, Zhigang)

tears of themis (Vyn, Marius, Luke, Artem)

What to send to me:

A love letter! An example will be provided below the cut using pretty bird!!

Example ask:

Dearest birdie,

How are you this Valentine's? It's unfortunate it's a Wednesday this year and all of my professors (still) hate me. Though, it does remind me of our first date. I can't believe you won me over with a Costco card of all things LOL. I'm sure you'll be reading this letter while having breakfast, so be sure to order some pizza when I get home. Or, show up to my class? Who knows. Lots of love Timmy <3

Eternally yours, Pretty Bird

Example response:

Pretty Bird,

You should know better than to leave early in the morning with nothing but a letter stuck in your place... though, it wouldn't be such a bad idea to show up to your class with roses to escort you out. What would you call it? Shoujo-coded? Let's go Costco shopping again... this time for our house. I'll see you after work.

Your birdie, Tim

EVENT ENDS: 24 HOURS FROM POSTING || HAVE FUN!!

[ssweeterthanfiction]

🍫 billy x reader on valentine’s day , maybe while on tour lol? -🫧

Valentine’s Day Week/Isa’s Birthday Week!! 🍫- send me a character/character + reader pair and i’ll write some head canons of how they would spend valentine’s day together!

billy dunne x reader summary: valentine's day with billy while on tour!

Valentine's Day with Billy Dunne while on tour...

• Would start off with a sweet, gentle, quiet morning. Waking up in Billy's arms with him looking down at you with so much love in his eyes. “Happy Valentine’s Day, baby doll” he would say as he caresses your face and gently kiss your cheeks and forehead.

• He would order room service for breakfast and would not let you out of bed for at least two hours, insisting that he gets to keep you in bed for longer since it’s Valentine’s Day.

• When you both finally do decide to get ready, Billy is ALL over you. Clinging onto you the minute you’re dressed for soundcheck/rehearsals…and even during soundcheck he’s clingy.

• Before the band even goes on, Billy attaches a rose to your microphone and a little piece of tape that says “I love you”. When you walk on stage and notice it, he winks and you smile.

• During the show, he’s constantly gravitating towards you. Always by your side, always sharing your mic, just always with you. Even going as far as planting a soft kiss on your forehead as you rest your head on his shoulder while he plays his guitar. He also 100% dedicates a love song to you and his eyes never leave yours while he sings it.

• After the show, he’d grab your face and kiss you breathless, not giving a care in the world for who’s watching. And as the stage crew packs up the equipment, he’d totally brag about you, saying something like “Did you see her up there? Did you see my girl? She’s magic, man.”

• Later, while you pack up your guitar, you find a little note and a box inside of the case. “I love you. More than the music. More than anything.” You open the little velvet box and see a pretty necklace with a “B” charm dangling from the chain.

You see Billy walking towards you and you immediately hug him tightly and kiss his cheek. He grins, “I’m guessing you like your gift?”

You nod and kiss him sweetly. “I love it.”

You then pull out your gift for him, a small book filled with pictures of you and him.

He smiles, kisses the top of your head, and gazes down at you.

“Come on, let’s get outta here,” he says as he takes your hand.

You follow him to his car and it doesn’t take long for him to pull into a 24/7 diner. You both eat greasy burgers, fries, and share a milkshake. And even though it was on tour, it was one of the best Valentine’s Days of your life.

[chaosology]

somebody else

— spencer reid x reader

pairing: spencer reid (criminal minds) /fem!reader

genre: angst part ii here | masterlist

content warnings: none? just bad writing, this is my first post :)

summary: heartbroken over maeve’s death, spencer snaps at the reader who happens to be in love with him, causing her to rethink her relationship with the resident genius

At only 24, Y/N had managed to become the youngest surgical intern at her hospital. She skipped grades and spent years of intense study in university completing her degree, all while juggling a psych class on the side. She had only taken it for fun of course, it was an interesting subject but it wasn't as hands on as the the thrills of surgery. Naturally, she had graduated top of her class with "record breaking" high marks, setting a scary new standard for the generations to come.

Half way through her intern year she was approached by FBI representatives, who were combing through the top 1% of potential candites. They assured her that the unit's headquarters were local and that she could come to the hospital three to four days a week, but would assist a team in tracking down and analysing potential criminals (or 'UnSubs" as the man so vehemently stressed). She was cautious at first, but they promised that it would look great on resumes and she could back out at any time. Eventually, she caved and agreed. Her friends and collegues at the hospital all supported her - after all, this was a once in a lifetime oppurtunity.

Before she was introduced to her new team, she was sent letters instructing her of what was expected. She was to complete a certain amount of hours at the gym, complete a fire arms assessment, a physical and a mental competency test. Probably to make sure I'm not a serial killer, she thought, but wouldn't that be ironic? She passed them all with flying colours (as to be expected) and was sent an email inviting her to an introductory dinner with the group. Whether they did this for everyone she didn't know, but she hoped they would welcome her with open arms and notthink less of her because of her age.

Immediatly when she met them she knew they were good people. They were walm and close and all around comforting . The biggest shock of all, however, was the young doctor Spencer Reid. She had never expected someone so close to her age to be working alongside her. She had heard about him from one of her professors in med school, who raved about one of his dissertations from Caltech. She never bothered to read it of course (who really cares about engineering, anyway?) but had always thought about the boy who had managed to capture the attention of her famously cold hearted teacher. She had assumed he would be cold, arrogent and stuck up, but instead her was awkward and clumsy. He told nerdy jokes that made only him laugh and treated her as an equal from the moment they met. From then on, she was consumed.

She eventually fell into a groove while working two jobs, balancing both her lives while simultaneously falling harder and harder for the boy who worked across from her. At first she thought it wasn't mutual, but as time passed she picked up on how he would often stay late to escort her to the bus stop and make sure to text to see if she was home safe. Or when he bought Doctor Who movies and sugary foods when she lost a beloved patient at the hospital. Or when he let her cry in his arms on the jet after a particurly tough case. She had overheard from Penelope that this was particurly unusual for the boy genius, who tended to avoid contact when possible (and if he did hug, there had to be a lot of years of trust and friendship built up mutually). When she pieced it all together, a thrill was sent through her body. Did he really like her back?

She never really had much luck with love. In eighth grade she recieved a rose on valentine's day in her locker from the boy she liked. As it turns out, he got the locker number wrong and intended it for her best friend. There was also her first year of college, where the boy she met on the orientation day insisted on walking her to and from all her classes. She brought him back for family Christmas and then noticed how he gravitated towards her older sister, wanting to hear all about her, leaving Y/N to sit at the table next to cousins she hadn't spoken to in months. It was always like this. A few months ago she thought she could pursue something with an attending at her hospital. He was a neurosurgeon that she clicked instantly with, but then she walked past the on-call room and heard him in an arguement with his girlfriend. Of course he was in a relationship, she had thought. Just her luck.

But of course, they didn't matter now. Spencer could be her everything. She knew it was important for the significant others of agents to understand the demand of their job, whic she did! They understood each other and would look at each other when they though the other wasn't watching. She didn't want to get ahead of herself, but the more time they spent together the more she thought about their future. Maybe he would shyly ask her on a date while they sat through a movie marathon. Myabe he would pick her up from the hospital at the end of her shift and tell her all about his day, his hand resting on her thigh while they sat at the traffic lights. Maybe he would grab her hand while they sat at the table where they first met and get down on one knee, asking her that one important question. Maybe he would tell her about the toxic properties in the paint she flicked it at him as they painted the bedroom the same light purple as his favourite shirt. Maybe, she thought. It had to be coming soon, his not-so-subtle glances were becoming even more obvious.

But then it slipped. It always slipped.

She first noticed his distraction while she told him all about the surgery she performed that day. Usually he would nod animatedly and interrupt to tell her a fact that even she didn't know. But as they stood outside the hospital entry (he offered to carpool every thursday), she couldn't help but wonder why he kept looking over at the payphone across the road. Maybe it was a one off? A tough day in the FBI isn't unheard of afterall, she thought. However, he continued his strange behaviour all the drive home. Uncomfortable silences followed by some unprompted facts about genetecists and their work. When he dropped her off outside her door, he told her he could no longer go through with their Thursday rituals. Something about scheduled phone calls, he said. He didn't make eye contact, either.

After a while, it was just her stealing the glances. She could no longer feel his gaze burning into the back of her head. When she would look at him, he was always smiling down fondly at his copy of 'The Narrative of John Smith'. In fact, he was always smiling. It was that same lovestruck smile she would recognise on herself when she looked in the mirror. A smile that definitley wasn't for her.

It was a windy day when Derek had finally called him out on it. The "Hey pretty boy, who's painted that smile on your face?" ringing out in the almost empty bullpen. She stiffened, looking up from her coffee and notes on the desk while discretely eavesdropping. "It's... It's nobody. Well, not nobody. Her name is Maeve. But don't say anything about it." He had whispered back. She had cracked. Her vision blurring the paper below her as she slowly stood and excused herself to the bathroom. Nobody had noticed her leaving.

She was the other girl. The somebody else.

She had always been a sacraficial person, which explained why she tearily offered herself as hostage instead of the beautiful Maeve Donovan. Like in eighth grade, when she sadly handed the rose back to her best friend. After all, she just wanted her to be happy. Or when she told her boyfriend to “go for it!” with her sister, even when they were still in a relationships. More than anything, she wanted the people around her to be happy. And as a doctor, she had a responsibility to keep those around her alive. So she threw herself in front of Spencer and towards the two women, landing unsteadily as she pleaded and cried. She couldn’t even here what she was saying, all the words a blur among the tears and rush of adrenaline. But what she dreaded most came next. The shrill cry of a bullet, the thud as Spencer fell to his feet in tears. Y/N stood still as time stopped. She looked around the room, feeling her breaths shorten by the second as the room started spinning. And then it all went black.

She had heard from JJ that he was ignoring everyone’s calls, only taking in gift baskets once he was sure the owner had left. In typical Spencer fashion, he was bottling himself and his feelings up. Surely for a man of his intelligence he knew it had to be a bad idea. She cared too much about him to let him suffer alone, and while she knew that facing him would cause her grief, she just had to see him. She knocked slowly on his door, calling out a soft “Spencer... It’s me. Y/N.” There was no answer, so she hesitantly took his spare key from his pocket and clicked open the door.

The apartment was dark, but she could still make out his figure wallowing on the couch. He was sitting upright surrounded by pillows and tissue boxes. There was the faint sound of the tv in the background, though she couldn’t make out what was on. “Spence... hey”, Y/N muttered. Her hand running up along the couch and onto the back of his neck. “Look, I know things are awful. And I can’t offer much, but if you need someone to cry on, to sit in silence with, I’m here. I know how it feels to live someone you love”. Her voice broke over the last few words but he didn’t notice. Or if he did, he didn’t care. “She was amazing, Spence. Just let us help you. We can do whatever you want, just let us in... Please?”

He stayed silent. And as her hand started to move up his back, he snapped.

“Let you in? Let you in so you can do what? Get Maeve killed. You’ve done enough already, Y/N. Leave.” He yelled, standing up with enough force to send her scampering back. He was never the kind of guy to have a temper, and the slightest raise of his voice sent Y/N into a spiral. “It wasn’t the team that got her killed, Y/N. It was you”. The way he spit her name brought tear to her eyes, as if she was disgusting and worthless. “You walked in without backup. You, with no experience in negotiation. It’s like you wanted her dead.”

“Spencer, you know I would nev-”

“I don’t want to hear it, Y/N! Her blood is on your hands, her parents lost a daughter because of you. It should’ve been you.”

“Please, Spence, you don’t mean that. You’ll work yourself up over it later, just please-”

“I do mean it. I wish it was you. Now leave”

“Spence-”

“Enough. Just leave. You’re no longer welcome here. You’re nothing to me.”

She had tried so hard to keep it together, but the venom behind his words was too much for her to take. She sobbed, grabbing her keys and walking towards the door. He had made himself clear.

“And on your way out, leave the keys. I don’t want you coming by again, Y/N.”

She paused, not daring to look back as she dropped them next to his wallet on the chest of drawers. She left without a word, holding it together until she got to the elevator. As soon as the doors closed she let out a loud sob, her hand coming to her mouth in an attempt to stay quiet. She knew he didn’t mean it, that he was overcome by grief and anger that was bottled up for too long and she just happened to be the victim. In a way, maybe it was better it was her so the others didn’t get their feelings hurt. It cut like glass, the way he referred to her as if she was so worthless. It cut deep.

Spencer had lost his love. And she had just lost hers.

She sniffled her way home and collapsed on the couch. She was too sad to cry, too tired to be angry. She almost felt nothing. She slept a dreamless sleep, feeling time pass her by as she later motionless in the dark room. It was peaceful in some ways.

When she awoke the next morning, she made sure to get there early. She marched straight into Hotch’s office and turned in her resignation. He could sense something was wrong but didn’t want to crack her already fragile state. When she was done clearing out her desk, the others had started to arrive. She embraced them all and promised to keep in touch. It had been an eventful few months she had told them, but it was time for her to go back to the hospital where she belonged. After all, it sounded better than “the man I love just shattered my heart into a million pieces by telling me I should have died, and now being around you all makes me physically sick.”

She looked back to her empty desk as the elevator doors shut. Maybe one day she would see Spencer again, when they were both healed, but for now she just had to grieve.

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Love is our true destiny. We do not find the meaning of life by ourselves alone - we find it with another. — Thomas Merton

[honest-moth-of-silver-grove]

BG3 Companions: How They Spend Valentine's Day ❤️️

A/N: For the sake of this hc, imagine there’s a Valentine’s Day in Faerun, okay? And sorry it’s so short. This has been a week from hell lol.

TW: Mentions of Sex; MDNI

Astarion:

Wine.

Sex.

Did I mention wine?

NOT because it’s Valentine’s Day, but just because he was in the mood. 

Really hates the idea of having to ‘perform’ for a certain day. It reminds him of… less-than-pleasant things. 

Appreciates it if you make your own holiday, an Anti-Valentine’s Day. 

Spends it downtown in Baldur’s Gate where the two of you sit and couple watch, whispering mocking commentary back and forth. Celebrates tf out of that with you. 

Gale: 

Makes plans months in advance then forgets about them the week of.

Surprises you with matching house robes and chocolate after Tara reminds him.

Has to take a bouquet of flowers to his Mother but promises you the perfect evening once he returns. 

Candlelit dinner, wine, a homecooked meal… the works. 

And yes, you can bet your bottom dollar the works involve a Gale astral plane threesome come nightfall. 

Wyll: 

Romantic af about it

Greets you with roses and chocolate before kissing the back of your hand.

Extra affectionate, as if you’re still in the infatuation phase, no matter how long you’ve been together/married. 

Has important work to do around Baldur’s Gate but takes you out for a romantic dinner at a fancy local restaurant. 

Karlach: 

Gets Withers to send you two to the surface for the entire 24 hours.

Plans on taking you everywhere and experiencing everything

Shows you off around town, complimenting you loud enough for everyone to hear.

Sets aside a large chunk of the nighttime for sex. Enough to ride your brains out. 

Seriously, all the sex. 

Shadowheart:

Very coy about it. 

Spends most of the day as if it’s just another borning on.

Surprises you with a night in, your favorite food, and some soft music playing in the background. 

Plans a romantic bath for you two, with bubbles and floating candles, and of course, tall glasses of wine. 

Wants it to be special, but also relaxed.

La’zel: 

Acts like she doesn’t care for such a indulgent day

She does, like totally does.

Lowkey expects YOU to surprise her. 

But she will relent eventually, telling you all the things she appreciates about your relationship as the two of you share a meal. 

It’s as vulnerable as she gets.

And of course sex. The kind that leaves you walking funny for a week after. 

Halsin:

Whittles you a figurine of two bears kissing in front of a heart-shaped moon. 

Spends much of the day with the children, helping them write Valentine's letters of their own. 

Plans an evening where the two of you can go off camping alone, and spend time just with each other in nature, under the stars. 

Bear sex? Bear sex.

Okay well, maybe just old-fashioned non druid wild shape sex but he makes sure to emphasize YOUR enjoyment.

Minthara:

Plans a coup for the very same day.

Only celebrates your holiday if the two of you win.

Drinks to both the fall of your enemies and her affection for you. 

Makes sure she gets her rocks off first in any intimacy you share. 

Then you can get your turn.

But her first. Always her first.

[historias-multorum]

Misa makes L an aromantic lovecore themed cake because she know today just isn't his day so this is an alternative. Aro lovecore slaps.

@imaginarianisms

"Misa? What did you- Oh."

"You made me a cake? And it's Aromantic styled. I'm- pleasantly surprised. Thank you. Would you like to eat some with me? I know I wouldn't eat it all alone."

[ashtheketchum]

Asking you out Bowers Gang

A/N: Actually I had made NSFW headcanons but somehow it didn't upload. Only I could see it, so I deleted it :( So I made this, as Valentine's Day chapter! (A little late, I know-)

Warnings: Fluff, Patrick being Patrick

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Henry Bowers:

You had to go to school a little early because you had a conversation with your class teacher. Henry didn't mind getting up early so he could take you to school, so you walked alone and waited at his locker afterwards. You've been together for two months now and a lot of people are still surprised that Henry Bowers was even able to get into a relationship. When it was 7:50 a.m. you saw Henry and his friends walking towards you. Henry looked at his friends sternly for a moment before walking towards you alone. His friends stayed further back and watched you. "Good morning, morning person…" You greeted Henry before giving him a kiss. Henry returned your kiss just briefly before staring at you. His staring made you nervous, but before you could say anything, he interrupted you. "Tonight, in the park! Woe to you, you won’t come.” And with these words he went to his class. Startled, you looked after him, but you could still see a strong blush on his cheeks.

Patrick Hockstetter:

Patrick and you spent 24/7 together. And today was no exception. You got up together and went to school together. Meanwhile, Patrick had been acting strangely. So… stranger than usual… He held your hand constantly and looked at you the whole time. This was actually normal, but he looked at you so lovingly and he only squeezed your hand a few times. It was almost as if he was showing you that he valued you. "Patrick, is everything ok…?" You asked and you stopped. The tall figure next to you also stopped and he now looked at you with a grin. He licked his bottom lip briefly before getting close to you. "I'm fine… I'm just a little… hungry…" He then purred quietly. His words made you blush and you looked deep into his eyes. "Should we skip the first two hours and go to the Kissing Bridge?" you suggested. "You speak my language."

Victor Criss:

Victor's class ended a little earlier than yours, so he politely waited for you at your locker. His friends were already gone. However, he was a little nervous because he wanted to ask you out on a date, he was holding a rose in his hands. On the outside he seemed cool and calm, as always, but on the inside he was exploding. He was afraid that you would cancel him even though you had been in a relationship for a long time. Finally the bell rang and you walked towards your locker where Victor was patiently waiting. You had given him a soft smile and hugged him tightly, which of course he returned. ,, Why are you here? Didn’t you get out of school early?” "Yes… I actually wanted to ask you if you wanted to eat with me today…?" And at this point you also saw the rose that he had in his hand. With red cheeks, you nodded slightly and gave him a kiss.

Belch Huggins:

Belch doesn't like asking you if you're going out with him, he'd much rather surprise you. One evening, when you were home and had nothing to do, you stared out the window and saw Belch's car pulling up. Confused, you looked at this car as he got out with a bouquet of roses and a suit. Belch walked towards your front door and the next moment you heard the doorbell ring. Your mother opened the door and then called you down. Belch greeted you downstairs with a kiss and he gave you the flowers. "What are you doing here, Belch?" "I wanted to surprise you…" He simply said while shrugging his shoulders. Smiling, you hugged him tightly before changing into something more formal and you drove away together. He promised your parents that he would bring you home on time and you had a great time.

[lovebugs-and-snakecharmers]

LBSC Sprint Challenge February 2024

The LBSC Sprint Challenge is now open for writers and artists!

We did things a little differently this month and asked our discord members for Valentine's related prompts, so you get a few extra prompts this month! If you're not feeling the Valentine's vibe, the Wildcard option is always available.

The prompts are:

1. Flower Delivery boy Luka getting an address wrong. Which means the girl who answered the door might just be available. 2. Tom decides to drop some hints to Luka that Marinette is single and Valentine’s Day is coming up. And everyone knows that the best way to a man’s brain is through pastries decorated with not so subtle hints. 3. Florist!Mari- the heat in her shop has gone out, and it's Soo cold. Luka makes a delivery of something that has to be refrigerated. 4. Sabine, seeing Luka and Mari dancing around each other (and maybe seeing Tom fail to get the two together) decides to take matters into her own hands and what better excuse to have Luka around than needing an extra pair of hands at the bakery with the valentines rush coming up? 5. The people of Paris are shocked to discover Ladybug doesn’t like Valentine’s Day. People have plenty of theories, but Luka’s pretty sure he knows the reason why. 6. There's ALWAYS an akuma on Valentine's Day. 7. Conversation Hearts 8. Marinette makes an apron with a conversation heart pattern. Luka takes the 'kiss me' heart very seriously. 9. After all the roses from Chat Noir, Marinette's a little...indifferent to the traditional Valentine's flower. Luka has to get inventive. 10. Kwamis give dating advice with… mixed results 11. Marinette loves soulmate stories and believes in true love. Lately, she's feeling down and starts to give up on the whole idea. Luka tries to put together or act out a Soulmate story/AU in real life to help her feel better/special. 12. Luka trying to work up the nerve to smooch Marinette. Attempts to ask by giving her the "KISS ME" conversation heart. Marinette, distracted by something else: "Ewwwwwww." 13. Luka and Marinette are both doing valentines deliveries and get trapped/stuck in an elevator together 14. Wildcard - pick any previous challenge prompt, or play LBSC Smooch Roulette to generate a prompt!

You have until Wednesday, February 28 to complete your 3 15-minute sprints/45 minute art sprint and post the results. Once you’ve completed the sprints, you have 24 hours to edit (which can include some new writing to smooth transitions and make it feel complete, and whatever work you feel appropriate to get your art to a state you consider ‘finished’).

Please note you may sprint in the language of your choice, and you can either translate the final fic before posting, post it in the original language, or both as you choose. You can join us on the LBSC discord or sprint on your own! Just be sure to tag @lovebugs-and-snakecharmers in your final post so we will see it and reblog it. The rest of the rules can be found here under the cut.

Rules!

We’ll post a beginning and end date to the challenge, and a prompt.

Writers, If you choose to participate in the event, write for that prompt in up to three 15 minute sprints. No writing outside the sprints until you have completed all three! After the 3 sprints are complete, you have 24 hours to edit (which can include some new writing to smooth transitions, etc). You can also choose to break that 45 minutes up differently if you find a different split works better for you.  After those 24 hours, post what you’ve got. Tag your posts with @lovebugs-and-snakecharmers so we can reblog it to the LBSC blog. If you post your work on AO3 or somewhere other than Tumblr, you can leave a link in our ask box or in the appropriate discord channel so we can be sure to promote it. After the designated challenge end date, we’ll compile a listing of the submissions and post it to the LBSC blog.

Feel free to sprint in whatever language is most comfortable to you! You can post it in your own language or translate it before posting, or both!

Artists, you have 45 minutes to sketch and 24 hours to do any cleanup or coloring you’d like to complete. You can split your 45 minutes up however you like, or not at all. There’s no requirements on your finished piece, just aim for whatever goal seems challenging but achievable to you.  Tag your posts with @lovebugs-and-snakecharmers so we can reblog it to the LBSC blog. If you post your work on Instagram or somewhere other than Tumblr, you can leave a link in our ask box or in the appropriate discord channel so we can be sure to promote it. After the designated challenge end date, we’ll compile a listing of the submissions and post it to the LBSC blog.

If you’re wavering as to whether or not you think you can accomplish anything in 45 minutes, we really encourage you to give the challenge a try. You may be surprised what you can do! Feel free to join us in the discord linked above so we can encourage and cheer you on.

Obviously, this has to run a bit on the honor system and we won’t be tracking your times, but please do your best to honor the spirit of the challenge! If your sprint fic becomes an Entire Thing (these things happen sometimes) and you want to continue it, feel free! However, please still post whatever you’ve got after your 3 sprints with the tag. No fair busting out a fully polished fic or art without showing us what it looked like at the challenge stage!

We want to keep this a positive space and event! This does NOT mean that you can’t write or draw anything critical of a character or episode, but it isn’t the space for character bashing or hate either. Please keep the characters in character and save the more speculative work for another time. NSFW sprint works are permitted but must be tagged appropriately (please use “NSFW LBSC sprint challenge” for easy filtering on the blog) and with appropriate warnings.  (More FAQ about the process here)

This is a Lukanette blog and a Lukanette event, so while Lukanette does not need to be the main ship, it needs to at least be included or referenced and considered endgame (in other words, they don’t have to be together by the end of your work, but the intent is that they’re headed in that direction). The decision about what qualifies for reblog rests solely with the LBSC moderators. If a piece hasn’t been reblogged within a couple of days, either the mods felt the piece didn’t meet the criteria or it was simply missed; you are welcome to reach out in the asks to inquire which. There are plenty of other spaces out there for other ships and OT3s, and people are welcome to use the challenge rules and prompts to write for their own ships! They just won’t be reblogged to the LBSC blog, and we ask that you please not use the event tag (a modified form is fine - “InsertAlternateShipName sprint challenge” instead of “LBSC sprint challenge,” for example).

Happy sprinting!

[naty-js-adopts]

[OPEN] Adopt in-base IV ~

LINK> https://www.deviantart.com/naty-js-adopts/art/OPEN-Adopt-in-base-IV-1155982840

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Accepting point payments and mix payment (points+paypal/ko-fi)! ♦  I do Paypal Payment Plan!  ♦  Don't claim/bid if your account is less than 3 months and/or has been inactive for a long time ♦ $1=100pts

💕 Special Edition: Valentines '25 💕

Lovely characters, in tones of pink and/or red!

*Focusing on cute style, pastel tones, rose and romantic themes, red, white and pink combinations!

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Adoptable 1

Owner: soon

SP1 = $45 or 4500pts (Personal use only)

SP2 = $115 or 11500pts (Commercial License/ Full rights)

What you’ll get: Personal use >> 582 x 1828 px  .png without background

Commercial License/ Full rights >> 1164 x 3656 px  .png without background

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For FREE = As soon you claim the character you can tell me the color changes you want! You will receive 2 versions of the drawing: the original and with the color changes! (validity only 1 time; only after payment; I'll need color hex codes!)

💙 Options available until 10 days after purchase 💙 Change the character details (not pose) IN-BASE = 50% of the value that you payed (if you ask for complex design changes an extra value will be necessary)(Broken values like: 13.33, 5.50, 3.25 etc... Are rounded up:: 14, 6, 4 etc....) You only see the final result.

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➽   Accepting point payments and mixed payments (points+paypal/ko-fi)!

➽   Before claim / bid / offer for a character, make sure you have the money needed to pay in 24 hours. If not, please do not claim / bid / offer for the character.

➽  No refund.

➽   Don't use the character and drawings for commercial purposes. Except if you buy the commercial license!

➽   On the first drawing of the adoptable, please credit me for design.

➽ I don't accept bids or purchase orders of accounts with less than 3 months old and/or accounts that have been inactive for a long period of time.

➽ You can change the character and use in any fandom you like, even if you buy an adoptable from a specific fandom you can change it.

➽ You can trade, give, and resell the character for the same value you bought except if have an extra art. Character that you received for free by some event can only be sold if they have extra art!

📌LINKS  ALL MY ADOPTABLES SHOPS/ACCOUNTS  === COMPLETE INFO ABOUT ADOPTABLES/YCH/CUSTOM === Official RESALE/TRADE CENTER === HOW WORKS AN AUCTION ?

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With the personal use license, you cannot do things with the character/ych/custom that give you a monetary return! Like webcomics on Webtoon/Tapas, Vtuber, monetized videos on TikTok, Instagram, youtube, things to sell, etc.

📌COMMERCIAL LICENSE price for adoptables/ychs/custom of:

$1 --> $70 the price is  ("personal value"+ $70)  

$71 --> infinite     the price is x2 of the original value   

Adoptables that you bought from a resell or trade, or get for free by some event made by me can also get a commercial license! Just send me a message and will give you the price!

After purchasing the commercial license, it's not necessary to renew the license and you can use the character commercially the way you want and anywhere!

============================ 🌵 PAYPAL INVOICE PAYMENT 🌵

I'll need your PayPal email to you be able to receive the PayPal invoice and make the payment! The invoice is made by the Paypal platform and sent by the Paypal platform.

 Your email will not be saved, except if you do the Register of Clients to jump the process of giving me the email at all times that you claim an adoptables/ych/custom. In any case, I'll not use your email for anything.

📌PAYPAL PAYMENT PLAN Option available for adoptables/ych/custom over $100 ! 

The installment value only increases in divisions of 3 or more installments! Example:  Final price is $200  = 2 installments of $100 each, or 4 installments of $52 each

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🌵 KO-FI PAYMENT 🌵

You do not need to have a Ko-fi account to pay. >>You can pay through Ko-fi using Stripe or Paypal

On the quantity you put the value and on the message you need to copy and paste the message that I'll be sending to you! 

📌 My Ko-fi: ko-fi.com/natyjs  Please do not send payment before I have contacted you so your payment will not be trusted like a donation!

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🌵 POINTS PAYMENTS 🌵

$1 = 100pts.

Points are paid through the commission widget!!  I don't accept points to payment of adoptables/ych/custom by donation pool! Please do not send payment before I have contacted you so your payment will not be trusted like a donation!

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Random-Mailbox's Favorite Sailor Moon Fics - Week 52 - Crystal Tokyo

Welcome to the final regularly planned post in this series, I felt would be fitting to end with Crystal Tokyo. I have a few more lists I'd like to make in the future, but I'm holding off on a couple of them until a few unfinished stories are completed. The lists wouldn't be the same without them. I really want to give credit to @floraone for suggesting this project in the first place. It has been so much fun for me to highlight a lot of amazing works in this fandom and I'm hoping it's helped bring new readers to these stories. Thank you to all of you for coming on this adventure with me! 

As always, my apologies in advance for spoiling some of these for you (Fic Titles are linked to either FFN or AO3 entries).

Royal Affairs - @master-ray5

When I first added this series to the list, it was a single one-shot. It has since grown to 7 connected chapters with plans for a full 20. Super fun and lemony read!

Come Back to Me - @idesofnovember

In this one-shot King Endymion is making impossible possible in his darkest hour, serving as a ray of hope for Usagi. 

Desperate Measures - @idesofnovember

Endymion comes up with a plan to get Neo Queen Serenity to forgive "him", as memories of things he "said and did" during break-up arc flood in.

Sleepless Nights - ElvisVF101

Kunzite helps King Endymion through an existential crisis, when he finds him alone on the balcony late at night.

“My Sister, the Queen” - @sailor-scribbles

This was one of the first stories I have ever read in this fandom and one of the few that deals with Shingo in Crystal Tokyo and his adjustment to the new family status. And it has adorable art!

These Games We Play: Chapter 10: Prank Gone Wrong - @allyunabridged

I saved this furniture-related ficlet for this post because I thought it was hilarious. While searching the attic for old toys, Minako discovers a rose chair that she feels HAS to be in Endymion's office instead.

Miscellaneous Works: Short Stories That Tumbled From Tumblr: Chapter 5: The King's New Clothes - @floraone and art by @nari20

There had to be a reason for King Endymion to start dressing in a lavender tuxedo with a cape, Mamoru always knew that. But what was the motive behind this decision?

Usamamo One-Word Prompts: Chapter 4: sweet - @smokingbomber

Ficlet about choices that had to be made and consequences of these decisions. And love. Mostly about love.

Cupcakes - @midnightdrops

Even the royal couple needs a day off on occasion. Especially when there is a promise of cupcakes involved.

UsaMamo 2022 | Book - @lilliebellfanfics

Neo Queen Serenity is very much out of patience waiting for King Endymion to finish his research at the library. And with them being now alone, what is there to do? 🤔🍋

A Royal Audience - @daikon1

Latest addition to the series, fresh from @usamamoweek2023. Neo Queen Serenity uses personal history to help usher in sweeping education reforms.

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Here are the links to the previous Tumblr posts in these series to explore more amazing works based on different themes - make sure to check them out if you haven't had a chance! (Click on the title name to go to the post):

Week 1 - Groundhog Day

Week 2 - Established Relationships

Week 3 - Sex Positivity

Week 4 - Unfinished Stories

Week 5 - Darker Stories

Week 6 - Potions 🧪

Week 7 - Reveals

Week 8 - 👻Halloween🎃

Week 9 - Wrong Perceptions

Week 10 - Non-Senshi AU

Week 11 - In-Progress Fics

Week 12 - Mutual Pining

Week 13 - Enemies to Lovers

Week 14 - Slow Burn

Week 15 - Christmas Part 1 - Ugly Christmas Sweaters and Santa!

Week 16 - Christmas Part 2

Week 17 - New Years

Week 18 - High School AU

Week 19 - Slice of Life

Week 20 - Coffee shop AU

Week 21 - Huddle for Warmth

Week 22 - Friends to Lovers

Week 23 - ❤️Valentines Day❤️

Week 24 - Do a Grouch a Favour Day (or Cheer Up Fics)

Week 25 - Soulmate AU

Week 26 - Amnesia Fics (and resources)

Week 27 - 🍀St Patrick's Day🍀

Week 28 - Fix it Fics

Week 29 - Prompt: Mug

Week 30 - Flowers

Week 31 - Traditions

Week 32 - Dreams

Week 33 - Friends

Week 34 - Body-Swap

Week 35 - Medical Assistance

Week 36 - Sex Pollen

Week 37 - Psychometry

Week 38 - What If

Week 39 - Missing Scenes Part I

Week 40 - Green Jacket

Week 41 - Dr Chiba

Week 42 - Birthdays

Week 43 - Fluff

Week 44 - First Kiss

Week 45 - Reviving Shitennou

Week 46 - Tutoring

Week 47 - Thunderstorms

Week 48 - Food

Week 49 - Proposals

Week 50 - Locked In

Week 51 - Furniture