#Daydreams . Valentin

[asterafroditis]

𐔌 . ⋮ be my valentine? ♡ .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

☓┆First Years x gn! reader

𓏵 729 words

ᝰ.ᐟ headcanons, no pronouns used, fluff, a bit ooc(?)

Second Years and Third Years coming up next! feel free to like, reblog, or comment!

ᝰ.ᐟ masterlist

I think Ace would pretend he doesn’t care about Valentine’s Day, but he actually thinks about it way more than he lets on. He’s the type to act like he totally forgot, just to see your reaction, only to pull out a small but thoughtful gift at the last second.

Ace likes to tease and play it cool, but deep down, he actually gets a little nervous. He doesn’t want to make it too obvious how much he cares, but if you show genuine happiness over his gift, he’ll get all smug about it—though his ears might turn a little red.

"Hah? You really thought I forgot? Please, I always come through! Here, take it. It’s not a big deal or anything, just a little something I threw together... H-Hey! Don’t look at me like that! Ugh, you’re making me blush or something!"

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I think Deuce would take Valentine’s Day way too seriously. He’d spend weeks planning, overthinking every detail because he wants to impress you. He probably buys a classic box of chocolates but then panics because he feels like it’s not enough. So, he adds more—a handwritten note, maybe even a little charm or trinket he thought you’d like.

Deuce likes to be upfront, but when it comes to romance, he gets so flustered. He stumbles over his words, gets embarrassed over small things, and is a total mess when handing you the gift. If you thank him sincerely, he might turn bright red and awkwardly try to downplay it.

"U-Uh! Here! I mean—um—I got you something! Wait, I’m saying this all wrong—ahem—I just thought, y’know, since today’s special, I should get you something nice. Uh. Do you… like it?"

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I think Jack would pretend he doesn’t care about Valentine’s Day, but he totally does. He doesn’t like all the flashy, romantic gestures, but he does want to do something special for you. His way of showing affection would be through actions—like carrying your things, helping you with a task, or offering you a snack from the cafeteria.

Jack likes to act tough, but when it comes to romance, he’s a total tsundere. He’ll say it’s not a big deal, but his tail betrays him by wagging slightly when you accept his gift. If you call him out on it, he’ll get so flustered and grumble about how you’re "imagining things."

“Here. It’s from my hometown. Don’t think too much about it—I just figured you’d like it. …What? Why are you looking at me like that? I’m not blushing. You’re imagining things. Seriously, quit laughing.”

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I think Epel would want to be smooth and romantic, but he struggles to pull it off. He tries to write a love letter? Ends up crumpling it up because it sounds too cheesy. He thinks about giving you roses? Freaks out because it feels too formal. In the end, he sticks to what he knows and gives you something handmade—like an apple-based treat from his hometown.

Epel likes to play it cool, but if you compliment his gift, his accent slips out, and he turns into a flustered mess. He wants to be the cool and mysterious type, but deep down, he’s just a sweet farm boy who cares about you a lot.

"Here. I made this myself. And before ya start teasin’ me, I was not thinkin’ too hard about it! …D’aww, quit smilin’ at me like that! Yer makin’ me feel all soft ‘n stuff."

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I think Sebek would treat Valentine’s Day like a sacred ritual. He’d act like he’s doing you a great honor by acknowledging this "human tradition," but truthfully? He spent hours making sure his confession was perfect. He’d go way too formal with it, talking like he’s making a grand proclamation, only to panic if you tease him even slightly.

Sebek likes to be loud and dramatic, but when he’s truly flustered, he does not know how to handle it. If you thank him sweetly or call him cute, expect him to go completely red and start sputtering about how he is "a knight of unwavering resolve" (while avoiding eye contact).

"Human! You should consider yourself fortunate to receive my affections on this day of sentimentality! I—WAIT, STOP SMILING LIKE THAT! I AM BEING COMPLETELY SERIOUS! H-Hey! D-Do not pat my head!! I am not blushing!!"

[graveyardfullofstars]

[whoredyceps]

"OH LOVER BOY!" || 28 Days of Love: A Valentine's Challenge + Series

day two: "it's okay, i couldn't sleep anyways."

ᰔ pairing: javier peña x reader

ᰔ summary: you're having a bad day. only one person can make you feel better, but he's in another country. you take a chance and give him a ring.

ᰔ author's note: javi i could treat you right 🖐️😔 i would do unreal things if it meant i could have ten more seasons of narcos but it's just steve and javier.

ᰔ content warning: brief grouchy javi. gn!reader. no discernible descriptions of reader. smoking. mentions of violence and murder. sleepy javi. mentions of alcohol consumption.

Javier took a long drag from his cigarette. He thought by now, after how long it'd been since he started smoking, the burn would go away. That, or he'd get tired of the feeling. That ache in his chest, the smell that lingered on everything he came into contact with.

He flicked it, the ends of the roll settled in the ashtray near him. As he watched, he glanced at the clock on his bedside table. The numbers, green with a static glow, reminded him that it was well into the night. His thoughts drifted as he took another long drag.

A shrill ring startled him. The phone rarely rang at this hour, and when it did, it tended to be work related. Javier thought of letting the rings die out, but he went against it. Instead, he picked it up and put the cigarette in the ashtray.

"Peña," he answered. His tone was gruff, a signal to whoever was on the other side that it was late. They had to know he was asleep, or at least should have been. He sounded tired enough to make it convincing enough.

"Oh shit, it's the middle of the night, isn't it?" Your worried voice came over the phone. "Goddamn it, this fucking time change thing. I'm sorry, baby. Go back to sleep."

Javier relaxed at the sound of your voice. Hell, he even chuckled to himself as he heard you worry to yourself. As you huffed, he picked the cigarette back up.

"It's okay, I couldn't sleep anyways. You okay, cariño?" He asked, though he knew the answer. You had always been on top of checking the time in Medellín before you called. If that had been thrown to the wind, he knew something was on your mind.

"Uh, yeah, I'm okay," you lied. "Just called to talk to you and forgot the time difference." Even without looking at you, Javier clocked you in a second.

"Coming from you? You always check the time before you call."

You bit your lower lip, tears collected at the waterline and ready to slip down your cheeks. He was right, you were always diligent when it came to the time. Javier was doing important work, and you hated the idea of him not getting rest. If he was tired at work, there was an accident waiting to happen.

There was a beat before you realized he had called your name over the receiver. The way he spoke, the tone in his voice, you knew Javier knew you'd had a bad day. He knew you through and through, for better and for worse.

"I'm sorry. Look, it's late and you need-" Javier stopped you before you could continue.

"I need you to talk to me. I wasn't sleeping anyways. What happened?"

It was pointless to try and push back. You had met your match, and his name was Javier Peña. After you took a deep breath, you went on to recount your day.

It had been one bad thing after another, all far away from the place you called home. You were out of the states on work, which only added to the ache that was missing Javier. After your rental blew a tire on your way back to the hotel you were staying in, you'd had enough. You knew you needed to call him as soon as you got back to your hotel. Not without a drink or two at the bar first. Javi had his vices, you had yours.

Now, you lamented to him with a slight wobble in your voice, a mix of vodka and tears. It was the reason you hadn't checked the time, the drink left your mind with a sole mission.

"And now I'm calling you in the middle of the night, a little drunk and fucking- I miss you. I just really fucking miss you," you finally sobbed. It had been pent up, but you both knew it well enough. You knew Javier missed you too, even if he hadn't said it. It came out in other ways.

"I know, cariño. I'm sorry it's been such a terrible day," Javier frowned. He lit another cigarette, the other one finished off as you talked.

It made his chest ache to know that you were alone and so upset. If he'd been younger, more reckless- if that was even possible, he might have said fuck it and headed back to the states. Threw this whole operation to the wind and let Steve head the whole thing.

Unfortunately for the both of you, Javier knew he had to stick this out. He had to see the fall of Escobar with his own eyes and hopefully at his own hand. The pay off was worth it, or at least that's what he told himself. When he made it back home, he knew he would make it up to you tenfold. It was a promise he made to both you and himself.

"It's not your fault. Hearing from you has helped already," you assured him. It was true. There were days where you'd worry yourself sick that something had happened and you were too far away to learn about it until it was too late.

"May not be my fault, but I can be sorry for not being there. Look, I have a feeling I'll be back home for a day or two while we handle some legal shit. When do you get back from your work trip?" Javier wasn't supposed to return home for his brief trip back to the states, but he had to. He'd do what he'd have to if it meant he got to see you again.

"Day after tomorrow, if I don't fly home in the middle of the night," you made a weak attempt at a joke. "If you can't-"

"I will. Let me see you while I can. I miss you."

Even if he didn't say it often, it was still nice to hear. You finally wiped at your cheeks and took a deep breath. It was nice to have something to hold out for, something to grip on to and hold against your chest.

"Okay. I can pick you and Steve up from the airport," you offered.

"Thank you, cariño. I'll call you when I know more. You gonna be okay for the rest of the night? We can stay on the phone until you go to bed," Javier offered. It was expensive, but it was the DEA's money, not his.

"I'll be okay. I think I just need to sleep it all off," you sighed. "I love you. Thank you for letting me keep you up."

"I love you too. Get some sleep." Javier finished off his second cigarette. He didn't light a third. After hearing you at ease, it settled something in his muscles. Sleep wasn't going to come easy, but he was able to finally settle against the mattress.

"Only if you do the same. Goodnight, baby."

"Goodnight, my love."

To his surprise, Javier did sleep that night. Every hour that passed was one closer to seeing you.

[lostinlovingrevery]

Van's Valentines - Heartbreaker

70s DOFP! Logan X F! Reader

A/N: My first Valentines-themed fic! It came out more angsty than planned... All my Valentines fics are gonna be themed around these cute lil Valentine cards that I found through Pinterest!

Plot: He has moved in and out of your life for the last two years, you love him, but you're not sure if you can let him in again...

Warnings: Angst, but a happy ending! Logans a menace, reader is described as a waitress, with some backstory

Word Count: 2168

“Hey pretty girl.”

You rolled your eyes at the sound of his voice. Trouble. 

Logan Howlett. The menace of your life. The sole reason you have not been able to move on with yourself, to find someone else that you could fall madly in love with. He was the devil incarnate. A son of a bitch who’s made you cry more than you care to admit. 

You met him a little over two years ago. He walked into your small family restaurant. A little restaurant your grandfather started when he was about your age. You were just a waitress when Logan showed up. Handsome man who sauntered into the building with arrogance and snug jeans. He (unfortunately) charmed you off your feet. 

The next month you were in bliss. Until he decided to leave.

He told you it wasn’t you. It was him. That he wasn’t a homebody, that he needed to go out there. See the world. Sticking around just wasn’t him. You didn’t have a choice but to accept that and move on. You may have shed a few tears, missing the warmth of him in your bed, the sound of his voice when he came in to visit you at work, the way he made you feel like the only girl in the world that mattered. Nevertheless, you moved on. It was only a month you were together anyway, right? You had college and work to focus on. There’s other fish in the sea.

Then he came back.

Then he would leave again.

And he would come back again.

Every single time you accepted him into your arms like a fool, he would kiss you and you’d melt under his warm and timber voice, calling you baby, and sweetheart. Then you’d watch him leave again, tears falling down you cheeks as you inevitably began to wonder, why won’t he stay?

Even so, you never let him see the tears. You didn’t want him to know the power he held over you. Even if you both knew that you should’ve stopped opening your arms to him by the third time he showed up. It effectively ruined your love life. You couldn’t date any man without comparing the poor schmuck to Logan in more ways than one. Your heart felt wrong when you finally kissed the jock from your old high school you had a huge crush on during your high school years. You turned down the cute and very sweet new guy with pretty blue eyes who moved in town purely because you knew Logan was going to show up again- and you were right. 

Your grandfather told you once that your soul knew when it met it’s other half. He would tell you that there was strings that tied two people together and no matter how far you strayed from each other- you’ll meet again. You wondered often if that was the case with Logan...Now you're not too sure.

Now it’s been over two years since Logan came in and out of your life. The restaurant you worked in was now yours after the loss of your dear grandfather. The man who’s raised you and made you the person you were today. You dropped out of college when he died, taking over his legacy to the small town you were born in. You took pride in the restaurant, and everyone knew your name and respected you. It didn’t mean that you sometimes didn’t daydream about seeing the world, like Logan does.

It was Valentines day, and you were finishing putting up the pretty heart decorations, stringing along the ceiling and counters. Amongst many other little decorations that you had placed on various counter tops. The local radio station playing various cheesy love songs over the speaker. Despite having your heart broken by him more times than you care to remember. You were still a big romantic, and Valentines was your favorite holiday. Even if you believed you would be spending it alone. 

You didn’t turn around immediately to the sound of his voice. Your mind filled with irritation. 

Why did he have to show up today of all days? At this point you believed he must get off on causing you heartbreak.

You brushed your hands together, adjusted your apron, letting out a hard sigh and turned around, curses prepared on your tongue as you were about to finally tell him to get out of your life for good. Only it died back on your tongue as you saw him.

“Logan?” You blinked in surprise.

He was standing there, looking nicer than you’ve ever seen him. He always looked good, not one to make a fashion statement yet somehow sported the best looks you could see on a man. A clean button up shirt, tucked into smooth dark blue jeans- of course his classic belt with the almost comedically large designed buckle; It was the shape of a heart. His usual worn brown leather jacket that he would drape over you when he’d walk you back home, or when you sat on the back of his pickup and the sun would set, leaving a chill in the air. His hair was slicked back, his usual scruffy beard and mutton chops trimmed and cleaned up. He was sporting sunglasses that he took off, tucking into his shirt, as you took him in- as well as the gifts he was holding.  

He was holding a huge bouquet of red roses in one arm. The other was a big heart shaped box that you presumed held chocolates. 

He smiled- not his usual cocky smirk, it was something soft and genuine. Like the smile you seen your grandfather give your grandmother. He stepped forward. 

“Happy Valentines day baby.” He says, handing you the bouquet, which was so big you needed both arms to cradle it carefully. The aroma of the roses wafted to your nose, and you closed your eyes, taking a big sniff. “I thought you’d like em.”

“I…” You opened your mouth and shut them, looking back up at him with wide eyes, still slightly shocked. You looked into his eyes, the eyes that always made your knees weak.

“Had to get my girl something special for her favorite holiday, hm?” He smiled. 

You looked down at the roses,your heart fluttering at the sound of him calling you his girl. For a moment, you forgot about your irritation, your constant heartbreak. The fact that you thought about him all the time, wondering if he was okay. You have filled yourself with jealousy, jealousy of his lifestyle, jealousy of the girls who probably captured his attention somewhere else. Your heart sank. What are you doing? You’re letting him do it again! 

“Thank you.” You say, your tone firm. “I can’t take these though.”

He blinked in surprise, his smile dropping. “They’re for you.” He states, looking down at them. 

You sighed, moving to set them down on the counter, careful so that the roses don’t get crushed. “We can’t keep doing this Logan.”

“Doing what?”

Your brows creased angrily, a small scoff escaping you. “What? Are you serious? This!” Your voice pitched higher, and he blinked in surprise at your sudden outburst. “You show up, acting like you actually care about me and then leave!” Your hand flew in the air, motioning to him. He shook his head at your comment. You never showed him any anger when he came back, always happy, open arms, and a sweet kiss. A lovesick expression on your face as he’d tell you new stories of his adventures, completely forgetting of how he made you felt when he left. 

“I do care about you.” His voice was low, as his eyes looked down at you in an expression that looked confused. “How could you think I don’t?” 

You blinked in disbelief. How could he care about you? He shows up into your life, he treats you like you’re so important, that he could even….but he leaves. He always leaves. He never looks back. It didn’t matter if you begged him to stay a few more days, for one more kiss. You couldn’t take it anymore. You needed to move on with your life.

Shaking your head. “You should go Logan. Find some other girl to break the heart of.” You say, bitterness in your tone. There was a shakiness in your voice you attempted to hide. “The flowers are beautiful but I can’t…” You looked away from him, crossing your arms around you. You felt sick to your stomach. You didn’t want him to go.

He stepped closer. “You’re telling me to go?”

You nodded, not looking at him. A beat passed, and a hand came up, cupping your chin and making you look up at him. Your eyes were wet with unshed tears that you attempted to blink away- refusing to let him see the emotion on your face. 

The way he looked down at you almost made you burst into tears right then. A soft smile came across his face. 

“I’m sorry baby.” He says softly. His hand cupped your cheek, bringing his other hand to cup your face completely. “I’m sorry I hurt you. It’s my fault. I just couldn’t deal with how you made me feel.”

You blinked. “What?”

“I’m a huge asshole. I know.” He says softly. “I ain’t got no right. You don’t deserve it.” He continues. “I left that first time cause I knew that I…” He trailed off, looking at you with pressed lips. Like he was afraid to say what he wanted to say. 

“What?” You ask, your heart starting to beat faster. “Logan….”

“I kept coming back because I couldn’t get you out of my head. It was selfish I know.” His thumb rubbed softly across your cheek. Your hands, shakily reached up to rest on his hips. “Every time I left I couldn’t stop thinking about some asshole taking you. Someone who didn’t know how to make you laugh, or make you feel good like I know how.” He leaned forward, his forehead pressed to yours. “I missed you every single goddamn time. Thought about you every night. It drives me crazy. You drive me crazy.” 

You let out a small scoff, a small shake of your head. “Look who’s talking..” You mutter. He grinned. 

“I want you.” He says. “It took me some time to accept that. It terrifies me because there’s still some things you don’t know about me. I know it’s shitty. Don’t make me go away. No more running. You and me. We can make it work.” 

You blinked in surprise. “R-really? Logan I-”

“Be my Valentine?” He grinned. A small snort escaped you at the cheesiness of him. 

“Seriously?” You asked. You were still in disbelief. The way he just changed from your outburst. Was he serious? Or was he playing you like a fiddle again?

“Whatever you want. I could take you away from here, go on those adventures you always wanted to go on. I’ll take you New York, to Vegas, hell- I’ll even take you to my hometown in Canada.” He takes a breath. “If you want, after…We’ll come back here. Settle down. Anything you want. I’ll do it.” 

The determination of his face took you aback. Logan was always passionate yes, but he was casual about his passion, he’d pushed away whenever you brought up your relationship, what you meant to each other. Then later at night, in the heat of passion, he’d whisper sweet things in your ear- things he felt about you. You were never sure if it was true or he just said it, simply lost in the moment. You never knew what he was thinking or feeling. He wouldn’t tell you.

“I’ll be here for you. Just let me.” 

You thought back to the times he was here. They were some of your happiest memories. He did always know how to make you laugh. He knew what made you feel good. He knew what to say when you were stressed. He knew your deepest secrets. 

He was there when you lost your grandfather, somehow showing up that day after you found him. He stayed with you throughout the process. At the time, you thought he’d leave almost immediately. You were grieving, were in no mood for flings or flirting but he held your hand the entire way. It was actually the longest he ever stayed. Nearly 3 months. He held you when you cried. Supported you when you quit college. Even lent a hand at the restaurant. You couldn’t even be mad when he told you he had to leave. You were happy to just have someone who was there for you. 

Your grandfather always liked him. 

“Okay.” You smiled, leaning into him. You couldn’t believe yourself. Moments ago you were ready to cuss him out, tell him to get out of your life. Within minutes he made you fold. “We’ll make it work.”

He really was the devil.

[jirachuuu]

☀️going on a summer date☀️

[chronicallyleggless]

Some Valentines Day userboxes!!

Made some for people whose valentine isn’t on this plane of existence :3

(Note; the term F/O stands for fictional other

The term ‘para’ relates to MADD (maladaptive daydreaming)

And DR stands for ‘desired reality’ and it comes from reality shifting!)

[tallclan]

Moon 6 - Fall

⚠️ CONTENT WARNING: ANIMAL DEATH + MILD EYESTRAIN ⚠️

Despite Mulberrystripe’s best efforts, the infection was just too much for her patient and the she-cat, whose name will be never known to the clan, passes away.

Although she wasn’t a part of the clan for long, Icystar didn’t think it would be right of them to bury her in an unmarked grave outside of clan territory. She deserved better than that.

Daydream is thinking about Bonebracken…

CLIMB DOWN|CLIMB UP

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I like to think that Daydream was holding out hope that Ant would survive, but now that she’s dead, she can’t help but feel that Bonebracken died for nothing :,) Anyway, this is the last moon you’ll see from me in a while as I’ll be working on finishing the last of TallClan’s lore for the Lore Masterpost and I’ll be working on Moon 0!

[callsign-daydream]

Hangman, to Daydream: Hi there. Rooster: This is no time for flirting! Hangman: All I said was hi! Rooster: With you it’s the same thing!

[estcaligo]

Valentine's and 1000 days with Sebek in Faebruary....I must start preparing now⚡️⚡️⚡️

I had a silly thought. Since our 1000 days fall on 24th - Azul's birthday lol - I was thinking about making it in Sea Style...

Like visiting La Grotta? Or on a beach, or on a cruise ship. Visiting Coral Sea?...It would also be great because the main dish would be salmon! And I can make cute sea-themed outfits...

Oh and meta but we're both Pisces😭 so sea theme would be perfect indeed

And I can also add the Tempest as our special guest making him Seahorse😁

[gennekko]

Happy Valentines from Daedream and Depresso

[yukinohiko]

being someone’s daydream feels like the sweetest love

[bruiisedfawn]

🧸💘

[bbmmlove]

so true

[lostinlovingrevery]

Van's Valentines - Anniversary

Worst! Wolverine X F! Reader

A/N: This came out incredibly angsty, I'M SORRY. It actually stems from an idea for a series I wanna write!

Plot: Logan brings you flowers for your anniversary

Warnings: Angst, mentions of violence, death, alcoholism, depression, fluff, established relationship/sort of broken up vibes but not really

Word Count: 2222 (ironically this is an angel number representing partnership lol)

Logan stumbled out of the bar, barely able to keep his balance as the two men shoved him down the barstep. 

“Get out of here mutie! Sick of seeing you here!” One of them yell. He stumbled again when he took a step, and he heard laughter.

“Sick freak!”

He clenched his fists, as he could feel the sharp steel pricking at this skin. There was no point though. Whatever he did, wouldn’t matter anyway. He could let out that animal inside him, that fury, rage. Show the assholes what it means to deal with the Wolverine. Whip out the claws that make people cower in fear, drench himself in blood as he did years ago when seeking wrath against those who wronged him. 

He loosened his fists, and moved forward. 

He regained his balance, and began walking down the sidewalk, a small lag in his step as he tried to keep himself steady, the effect of booze still lingering- it should, he practically drunk the whole bar. Had to, with powers like his. Booze don’t effect him like normal people, forcing him to take in large quantities to get the desired effect of being drunk as a skunk, allowing to be granted temporarily relief of...Well, you know what.

He shoved in his hands in his pockets as he walked down the street, people staring at him, shooting him glares. Some go out of their way to bump into him- knocking his shoulder back as hard as they could; others cross the street just so they don’t have to be near him. 

He kept his eyes to the ground as he walked, as he felt the feeling of drunkenness slowly fading away, his factor of self- healing kicking in. He walked past restaurants, filled with endless chatter- not sparing a glance to the people that surround him. 

He stopped when a small heart floated in front of him, landing right by his feet. His brows creased as he stared at it, before looking up and noticing the cafe he was next to was filled with heart decorations. A string banner along the window, pink and red, with the words

Happy Valentine's Day! 

Strewn across it. He let out a deep sigh. Valentines already?

He was so lost in his day to day life, barely dragging out his survival that he really saw no point in. The dates pass by and he doesn’t even notice. 

Valentines Day though, Valentines Day was important. 

His mind thought of you. A memory of a past Valentines flashed in his head, where he took you out to the coast, filled the bed of his truck with blankets and pillows, as you shared wine and ate your favorite snacks that he packed for you, watching the stars twinkle over the ocean, listening to the waves lapping against the shore. The way your lips parted and your moans echoed through the air as he laid down his passion for you right there. He remembers how you looked at him then, 

How you still look at him. 

He took a deep breath, turning back to the street as he looked for a nearby store that sold bouquets. Down the street, he spotted a Florist sign, and he quickly made his way down the sidewalk towards the small shop.

The vendor was just starting to close up, Logan reached out- stopping the man from shutting the cooler that sat in front of the shop, typically what held the bouquets inside. 

“Woah, hey, got anything left?” Logan asked as he pulled his wallet out, opening it up to reveal cash.

“Sorry pal, we’re closed. Should’ve come earlier if you wanted to get your girl some flowers.” The vendor shook his head.

“Come on, I had to work all day.” Logan sighs, the white lie passing through this teeth naturally. “Cut a guy a break.”

The vendor looked at Logan, a small sniff of his nose and roll of his eyes. He surely smelled the booze lingering on him. “Alright, I got these left, which you think your girl would like.”

Logan stepped forward to peer into the cooler, a few bouquets sat inside, a few looking a bit ratty and old. One though- perfect. Had all your favorite flowers. He pulled it out, examining it. 

“This’ll do.” He says, pulling the cash out and paying the vendor. “Thank you.”

“Better fix yourself up before you see your lady man. I’d hate to be her.” The vendor comments with a shake of his head, before going inside the shop and locking it behind him. 

Logan stood there, bouquet in hand, as he stared at it blankly. He looked up, seeing his reflection in the stores window. Jesus, guy was right. He did look rough. He couldn’t go to your house looking like this. He messed with his hair a bit, fixing up his clothes so he looked a little less like a bum. Then sighed. 

Not like you haven’t seen him in worse shape…

He walked back to his truck that he had parked down the street. He jumped in, carefully setting the flowers down on the bench seat before putting his keys in the ignition and turning it and listened to it rumble and cough before the engine finally roared to life. The old thing was finally starting to give out, he hadn’t given it the TLC he used to. 

He drove down the roads, mapping out how to get to your house mentally in his head. Well, he calls it your house. Technically it was his too. He hadn’t lived in it for years though. 

He drove up the familiar country road, surrounded by dense and quiet forest. His nerves always felt at ease here- although the idea of seeing you made him sick to his stomach. Not because of you, no. 

He pulled up the driveway, sitting in the truck for a moment as the engine idled lowly- threatening to stall. The lights were on in the cabin, and he stared at it as the warmth seeped out of it. Part of him wanted to run inside, curl up in the safety that the cabin represented, never step foot outside again. Another part of knew that he didn’t deserve the luxury. 

The front door opened, and you stepped out, standing there on the porch, watching his truck as you waited. You had an expression of annoyance stretched across your face. Your eyes met across the yard, and he finally gathered the courage to shut the truck off and stepped out. He walked across the yard and stopped at the bottom of the porch.

“Hi you.” You greet softly, your arms crossed. He wouldn’t meet your gaze. “Remembered todays date did you?” You asked, glancing at the flowers held at his side. His glanced at it, before stepping onto the porch, handing them to you and finally meeting your eyes. 

You looked tired, but still beautiful as ever. You wore a sweatshirt- one of his actually, and a pair of sweats. Nothing fancy, but made him want to grab you and pull you in for a deep, heated kiss. He didn’t though, just lifting the flowers to hand over to you.

You smile and take them, taking a deep sniff, closing your eyes. A flash of sadness on your face, before disappearing as you looked back up at him, smiling softly. 

“Thanks Lo.” You say softly. “They’re beautiful.” 

He nodded, shoving his hands in his pockets as his looked back down.

“Are you going to say anything?” You asked. He looked away, staring into the darkness of the trees that surrounded the cabin. He huffed.

“What’s there to say?” He finally says. He saw a flash of hurt in your eyes. Can never stop fucking up, can you Logan?

You pursed your lips together, turning your attention back to the flowers. He wondered how did he let it get like this. 

It started when the X-men were killed. 

By some grace of whatever God is out there, you weren’t there that night. You left after him, searching for him when the humans came and committed their slaughter. When Logan came back from the bar, and discovered the grisly scene- he thought you were in there. Everything was so…. Mutilated, the bodies of the X-men, of his family like wood. He went into a rage, set onto a path of bloody vengeance- killing everyone who caused this, and then some.

You found him. Found him in the warpath he set on. It was you that stopped him from continuing to kill- to rip apart every human being that made the unfortunate mistake of getting in his way. When he saw you- saw you alive, he broke. He sobbed and sobbed and clung to you for dear life as you cried too, over the lost your family, of your old life, of the man he’d become.

He pushed you away. You shouldn’t be with him. One way or another, he’ll get you killed. It was his fault the X-men were dead. Had he never turned away, everyone would still be here. 

You wouldn’t let him, you still don’t. You’ve long given up trying to get him to stay with you, but you still watch over him. You visit the bars he frequents to check on him, occasionally pay his tabs and curse out anyone who tried to hurt him. Your number was in his wallet in case something happened, so that someone could get ahold of you so you could go get him and take care of. You’d visit the motels he’d sleep in, pay for the nights, clean his room up while he laid in the bed, in one of his depressive episodes where he can’t be bother to get out of bed. 

It ate at him the way you continued to care for him, how you continued on. He knew you were grieving too. He knew guilt ate at you too. He wanted you to scream at him, to attack him, beat the shit out of him, tell him that you don’t love him anymore. 

But you do. You still love him. He still loves you. 

When he’s functioning, he does little things. Like this. Bringing you gifts on the important dates. Valentines, your anniversary. 

He’ll check on the house when he knows you’re not home, fix any issues, like the drafty window or the leaky plumbing. He’d stock the firewood back up in the fireplace. Put up those shelves you set out - knowing he’ll stop by and put them up for you. 

Once in awhile, you’ll seek the other out, and embrace each other, savoring each other's bodies once more as you used to, in the comfort of your home, a motel, even in the truck. I love you’s whispered in the passion. It was true, it’ll always been true. There’s a reason he doesn’t completely leave. He could disappear, make sure you never find him - but he can’t let you go. 

“I should go,” He says as he turns to step off the porch.

“Logan.” You stopped him, hand on his arm, you tugged him back onto the porch. Setting the flowers to the side, you wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling him in a hug that he returned with no hesitation, moving to kiss the top of your head softly. You pressed your face into his chest, turning so your ear was pressed to where his heart was beating. A faint smile appeared on your face, a reminder that he was alive and so were you. You took a deep breath, looking up at him. “Come inside.”

His jaw tightened. “I don’t think-”

“Lo.” You stopped him. “At least for tonight. Stay with me baby.” You beg softly, leaning up to press a kiss against his chin. “Please?” 

A small quiver of his lips as he let out a shaky breath. You stood on your tip toes and moved to press your lips against his, in which he returned. You could taste and smell the alcohol on him but you didn’t care. “So?” You ask as you parted from him. He nodded finally and you smiled in relief. Stepping back from him, you grabbed his hand and the bouquet, leading him into the house. He thought to himself, 

I have to do better for you.

When he stepped inside, the fresh aroma of something delicious cooking in the kitchen hit him, as you moved to take out the flowers in the vase that sat in the living room. The old flowers, dried and falling apart - Logan recognized them as the ones he got you for Christmas. 

You set the new bouquet in, moving to throw the old ones away and he followed you, dropping his keys in the decorative ceramic bowl - something Marie had made for you for you birthday. 

“I made your favorite.” You say as you go to the oven, stirring the veggies and chopped meats in the pan. He felt his stomach grumble, and he came up behind you, his arms wrapping around your waist, as he pressed a kiss to your temple. 

“Thank you.” He mumbles, resting his chin on the top of your head. You swallowed, fighting back tears as you leaned back into him.

“Happy Valentines Lo.”

“Happy Valentines sweetheart.” 

[acecaelumizunia]

Maladaptive daydreamed too hard and now I see things.

Why are Vincent Valentine and Cor Leonis sat next to me having a brooding off all because they sound the same.

[strawberry-spectre]

Hc that Valentine has a vase in his room with one dandelion and one red rose in it. Why? Because dandelions are Spelldon’s favourite flowers and red roses are Valentine’s so having them together sort of symbolises that he and Spell will always be together.

(when Spelldon realised, he put a spell on the flowers so they never die (just like how their love would never die <333))