#and you can't throw together one 'happy valentine's day' or 'happy one year' on your story. like. what

[proteuus]

my ex boyfriend keeps posting pictures of the person who I assume is his new girlfriend, because they're on some vacation together or something, and yet 1) she isn't hard launched 2) no valentine's posts, no posts for any milestones like 6 months or 1 year or etc. can't even be jealous bc that is disrespectful tbh

[spidybaby]

Valentine's Day through the years

A little late valentine's day gift from me to you 😋❤️

February 2020

"Can you open the door? Is Aurora." You sister asks, brush in one hand and hairspray on the other.

She was throwing a valentine's day party and you were helping her with opening the door since she said "only friends" are allowed.

"Isn't it a little early for her to be here?" You ask, confused. Getting up from your bed. "Like two hours early."

"just open the door." she yells from her bathroom.

You walked downstairs, mad that you weren't allowed to be at the party but you were opening everybody's knock.

"Hola guapa." Aurora says, hugging you. "Pablo had the cupcakes, help him please."

Behind her it was Pablo, he was carrying two cupcake plates, they look amazing you had to admit.

You grab one of the plates, walking to the garden and leaving it on the very pink and red table.

"Y/n, Pablo's staying, maybe you guys can watch a movie or something." Aurora says, she was putting some decorations on the garden. "and don't worry I'll take care of the door."

You turn to Pablo, he has this mad face. You and him are civil but he never cross words with you.

"we can see something in my room." You offer, he nods. You both walk to your room. He sits on the chair you have there. "You can sit on the bed."

He does that, sitting next to you. You open netflix and pass him the remote, you let him pick whatever he likes.

"I like comedies and I like action movies. But you can pick any movie you want." You smile at him.

You can't deny your little crush on him. Aurora and your sister are like glue, always together, meaning whenever they have the chance they force you to go out with them.

The thing here is, Pablo was shy, he was very introverted and he didn't even answer you with more than a yes or no.

"Do you want some pop corn and soda?" You get up from bed and walk to your door. "I know you're a footballer but a cheat day won't hurt"

The little smile he gives you is making your stomach go crazy. He nods excited. "do you have that red soda?"

"si, do you want a cupcake? I can steal two."

"por favor." he smiles big, you love the way he was smiling.

You hurry downstairs, grabbing a package of popcorn and throwing them in the microwave.

"Aurora, I think the bathroom is not working, is that going to be a problem?"

"What? No, that can't be I just went." she leaves what she's doing. "let me check, maybe it's not."

When she left the table you grab two of the pink cupcakes. Hurrying to the kitchen to hide them.

"False alarm, is working." she says happy. "sorry I left you with my brother, mom asked me to bring him and well you guys are the same age. Just ask him about football or something."

"Yeah, no problem."

When the popcorn is ready you grab everything in a little tray and carefully take it to your room.

"I have that red soda and the cupcake."

His eyes light up, it was like seeing a child excited for candy even when mom said no.

"I picked a comedy, since you say you like them."

Your smile grow, you leave the tray on your bed, taking a sit next to him you both watch the comedy.

After three movies, two comedies and one action. The night was coming to an end, sadly, you think to yourself.

The music from the party recently gone as your sister's friends say goodbye to her.

You turn the TV off, moving the empty popcorn bowl. The two cupcakes seating on top of the tray.

You remembered what Aurora told you. "cómo van los partidos?" (how are the matches?)

He scuff, he knows you don't know anything about football. "good, I scored a goal in my last one." he smiles proud.

You nod, not sure what else to ask. "that's good, so you're a forward?"

"No, I'm a midfielder."

"Oh, okay." You say low. "and do you like being a midfielder?"

He laughs, you smile a little at that, at least one of you is having fun with the talk. "I do, I love playing. When I play I feel so good."

"You play really good, the other day Aurora showed us a video."

He blush at the confession. He loves when people ask about football but with you he feels more shy than usual.

"I have a game in a few days, maybe you can come." he asks, very low voice. Grabbing the cupcake and biting it to make the things less awkward.

"Pablo." You laugh, the frosting from the cupcake on his nose. "come here."

You grab a napkin, cleaning carefully his nose. His eyes are on you the whole time, he love the way your eyes shine, maybe too much to ever say it.

"Done." You smile, getting up from bed and throwing the napkin on the little trashcan in your room.

Aurora knocks on the door, announcing that their mom was waiting for them and to pick his things.

"Thank you for the movie and for the food, I really enjoy it."

Your smile grow, he loved that. "Thank you for not leaving me alone, it would have been so much worse without you here."

Aurora screaming at Pablo to go interrupt your chat. He waves goodbye and walk out of your room.

"Pablo." You call, hand on the door and only half body out of the door. "Hope you score a goal for this match, so I can say I have a good memory of my first match."

The last thing you see is his smile, closing the door and trying to remain calm. You feel like in one of those romantic movies.

February 2021

"That was amazing. You did it amazing, Pablo. " You jump in his arms, excited about the victory.

"Did you see that assist?" He asks happily, arms hugging you tightly. "Thank you for coming."

Pablo and you became closer after the last 14th of February. You two became what your sisters are.

Aurora and your sister keep telling you that Pablo likes you as more than a friend. You prefer to let him tell you that and don't make yourself the fool.

"Of course I was coming. My boy is in the first team. I can't lose this."

My boy

Pablo loves it when you call him that. You're very special. The way you take care of him, motivate him to be better. In less than a year, you became his number one supporter.

"I think I'm allowed to eat something I shouldn't just tonight. Want to do that with me?" He grabs your hand and walks with you back to Pedri.

"Hola, long time no see," Pedri jokes with you. He knows about Pablo's crush on you and takes every opportunity to make it notice. "Did you enjoy the game?"

"I did, I'm happy you guys got assists today." You high-five Pedri. Pablo can't help the big smile he has.

To all the people around you it was obvious the connection you two have. They just need to look at Pablo's eyed when he's talking about you or talking to you.

"The eyes never lie." That's what his mother says.

Pedri drop the two of you to a restaurant. Asking Pablo to be careful and to enjoy the night.

You walk in front of him, that's when he notices that you're wearing the shirt he gave you. The one he used to play for the first time with the first team.

That number 30 and his name sitting on your back are doing things to him.

"Hello, how many in your party?" The host asks you.

"Two, please."

"You're so lucky. We have a table ready for you."

She guides you to the table. You love the decorations of the place, it was all so cute yet not exorbitant and tacky.

"We have a special Valentine's Day menu for all our couples. I'll leave it here and I'll leave two normal menus in case you want something else."

You can't help but blush at her words. You two aren't a couple, not because you don't want to, but you like the way that sounds.

"So, since you're my valentine's today," Pablo jokes, the smile he has is a teasing one. "Two valentine's day meals?"

"You didn't ask me to be your valentine" you pout, making him laugh.

"Y/n, pretty girl, will you be my valentine?"

He grabs a rose from the little bouquet that's making decoration in the wall next to him. He offers the rose to you with a big smile.

"I'll have to think about it, Mister Gavi." You take the rose, smelling it.

"What about now?" He steals another two roses, giving them to your now small bouquet. "Will you be now?"

"Yes." You grab his hand and intertwine your fingers with him. "That means you're buying me dessert."

He laughs, not letting your hand go. He nods at you, noticing how you're looking at your hands. He brings your hand closer to his mouth, giving it a kiss.

"I'll get you anything you want."

The little interaction was interrupted by the waitress. You both order the valentine's day meal.

Dinner was good. You both laughed with stories from the dressing room. He was spilling all the things that happened today.

"There's a park like a block away. Would you like to walk for a little while before I drop you home?"

"That would be nice. Maybe my pants will fit me again." You both laugh at that.

Once you're out of the restaurant and near the park, your hands find his again. You smile at the thought of him wanting more than just friendship.

After all, Aurora and your sister were sure of it. But what if it wasn't like that? What if he's just a very affectionate friend?

Friends held hands? Yes, they do.

Friends support each other? Yes.

Friends take each other out to eat on valentine's day? ... maybe?

The park has these rose tunnels. They were beautiful and very romantic. The way the little light was enough and gave this romantic vibe to the people walking in.

"What's on your mind? Pretty girl." He stops, noticing how you're lost in your thoughts.

Do you want to ruin the night with the question that's burning your brain? Do you want to ruin the friendship by letting your mind run crazy?

You look at him, worried frown on his face. "Tell me, maybe I can help you?" The way his hands are now on your waist, bringing you closer to him.

You're not sure if you should tell him. You're not ready for his answer. You don't want to end the day crying in your room.

"I'm just thinking." You whisper.

"About?"

"Us." You confess.

His grip is stronger, not hurting you, but enough for you to notice the sudden change.

"What about us?" He whispers. He's scared, scared of you telling him that you only like him as a friend. Scared of losing you.

"Pablo, I like you." You say. Lips quivering.

He's internally screaming, making the best work of his life by keeping that famous frown.

You wait for him to say something, eyes glued to each other. As the seconds pass, you feel your heart breaking. He doesn't like you that way.

But how wrong you're, his mind is working a thousand miles per hour. Not sure how to tell you that he likes you too without sounding too crazy.

Your hands move from his shoulders to his hands, moving them away from you. You want to go home and cry yourself to sleep.

That action makes him go back to reality. He notices your tearful eyes. "Wait, no."

"No, it's okay. I can take a cab home. Don't worry."

You decided to leave, not wanting for him to see you cry. But the grip on your arm stops you. "Wait, Y/n."

"No, Pablo. It's okay, I just want to go home." You remove his hand from your arm, walking away from him.

"Can you let me say what I have to say?" He grabs your arm again. He needs to say it.

"You don't have to say anything, I know."

"No, you don't, shit you don't." His hands go back to your waist. "You don't know because I've been a stupid kid who doesn't know any better, I like you too, maybe too much for me to feel comfortable saying it."

You want to say something, but he keeps rambling.

"And you have no idea, joder. The way you look at me with those beautiful shiny eyes and the way you smile or laugh even at my bad jokes." He laughs, making you laugh. "The way my name looks on your back is making me think things I shouldn't but things I only think about you. And the way you know my sister and she loves you and my mom. Gosh, my mom. "

"What about your mom?" You ask confused.

"She told me to confess because a girl like you won't come twice in a lifetime." He hugs you, bringing you closer to him. You lock your arms behind his neck. "I like you more than you think. I was just too scare to say it before."

"I'm head over heels with everything you just said, but can you please shut up and kiss me?" You smile, making him chuckle.

His hand goes to the back of your neck, bringing you closer. The kiss is everything you ever dreamed of. All those nights dreaming about it now coming true.

He smiles into the kiss. Happy that the girl he always had a crush on, the sister of his sister's best friend, the one Aurora always tried to bring closer because they were the same age.

"Se mi novia." (Be my girlfriend) He let's out, not thinking much about it. "I can't let another day pass without making you my girlfriend." You nod, kissing him again.

"Te prometo que voy a hacer algo mejor que esto, pero hoy quiero volver a casa y que todos sepan que eres mía." (I promise that I'm doing something better than this, but tonight I just want to go back home and let all my family know you're mine.)

You press your forehead to his, enjoying the moment. He was yours, and you were his. That's all you need to know.

February 2022

"Pablo, stop it." You say, morning voice making Pablo chuckle. He continue with the kisses on your neck and back. "Amor, five minutes more."

"You asked me for five minutes like twenty minutes ago."

You open your eyes, room kinda dark thanks to the curtains. The big mirror he has reflecting you with his arms around you.

"Feliz aniversario, preciosa mía." (happy anniversary) he kiss your earlobe. "if you weren't such a sleepy head I would have given you a good morning gift but now I'm thinking of breakfasts." he tease you. Making you blush at the thought of your last night actions.

You turn to face him, smirk on his face. "Feliz aniversario, ojitos lindos." You kiss his lips, your hands caressing his chest. "I'm hungry too."

He laughs, kissing you again. He push you lightly, getting on top of you while he deepens the kiss.

He loves the way you whimper every time he touch you. Every sound, every little jump your body gives. You are his.

"Pablo, I have class in an hour." You remind him. His head buried between you neck. "and I am hungry, amor."

You both get up from bed, quickly running to the bathroom to do your routine and to force Pablo to do the one you taught him to keep his skin clean.

"Oye, I forgot my bag in the truck of my car, can you please help me and bring it? I'll make us some pancakes."

"Yes sir." You laugh, walking to the garage to open the truck. "Oh my god." You find five designer bags. All of them with red bows. "Pablo!"

He smiles when he heards you calling his name. He knows you've been stressing about classes, having barely any sleep.

He also knows you don't like when he spoils you, you're shy about it, telling him that you're more than spoiled with him letting you live with him and not allowing you to pay any bill or anything.

"Amor, what is all this?" You walk inside with the five bags. He smirk, serving the first pancake on the plate.

"A little something for my reina."

"Pablo, I can't. Amor this is too much." You check the first bag. It's a beautiful Hermes blanket you save on Pinterest. "Amor, this cost more than my tuition."

"Not at all." he laughs, the way you look at the blanket with such eyes. The shiny eyes he loves. "Keep looking."

"Dios mio, how?"

He smirks, he had to get your friends help to pick some things like colors or sizes. Like the bag you have in your hands, he knew you wanted it, but you never decided in a color of your preference.

Your eyes land on the red and gold bag. Cartier. You told him once a few months back that you wanted to match with him on something.

You gifted him a bracelet, he wears it everywhere he goes, is his favorite piece of jewelry.

But you wanted something else to match him. You remember that you wanted a P inicial.

His hands on your waist make you go back to reality, it was two necklaces, one with your initial and one with his and a little six.

"We can match now." he whispers in your ear, kissing your neck. "want me to put it in you?"

You nod, happy that he remembered something so small. You feel the tears in your eyes and he lock the necklace in place.

"Pablo." You turn to him, hugging his torso and crying in his chest. "te amo, you're so special."

He caress your back, kissing your head. "You're my baby, my reina, and I'm always going to give you everything you want."

"But I can't give you the same. And that make me feel bad for you, you're so special and I want to spoil you too."

"shhhh. You're special too, you spoil me a lot. You take care of me, you cook for me, you help me when I'm sick, when I'm tired, you're my biggest fan."

You nod, knowing that even when what you give him is not much. For him it was more than enough.

"Now give me a kiss and let's eat, you have to go to class." he dry your tears and kiss your cheeks and then your lips.

"I don't want to go." You whine. Hugging him again.

"Preciosa, see it this way, our kids will need help with the homework, and the one who will help them is you." he jokes. "that's your motivations".

You laugh, he always knew the right thing to say to make you feel better.

February 2023

"Can you serve me some more juice?" he smiles, kissing your shoulder. "pretty please."

"Pablo, venga hombre que tu te puedes levantar. Deja a la niña comer." (c'mon son. You can get up, let her eat in peace) his dad say. Smacking him in the back of the head.

You laugh at that, but you grab his cup and get up to serve him more juice. You know how crazy he gets for orange juice.

"Listo, now eat." You pass him the juice after taking a sip of it.

"Hey. That's mine." he frowns. Joking with you. "Thank you, preciosa."

You were eating with his parents, they were visiting from Sevilla and wanted to spend time with you two.

Aurora and her boyfriend are with you two. You love spending time with them. Going on double dates with them.

"You want to know what's funny?" Aurora giggles. "your sister and I always talked about going on double dates and now that's she's in Paris. You're the one I'm going on double dates with."

You giggle with her. Your sister moved to Paris to study design. She and Aurora always video chat and text but now that you're with Pablo, Aurora and you were closer. Thing that makes your sister extra happy. Knowing that you're taking care of each other.

"We're going on a hiking adventure today, if you guys want to join we will leave after lunch."

You thank him, explaining that Gavi and you were going on a little museum visit.

Gavi's plan was to take you to a museum, you love art. So to him it was a good idea to have a more calm anniversary and to do something you love and enjoy.

"Y/n, cariño. Can you help me later with the cooking, you're the only one that can get the sauce to its point." Belén asks you, you nod excited. "Thank you, mija."

You love cooking with Belen, she always gave you advice and you improved your cooking with her recepies.

After lunch you all chat for a little, you love his family and the love you as their own. If you ask Belen or Pablo's father, they would tell you that they can see you two going for the long ride.

Belén often asks Pablo about the future. If he ever sees you two in his plans. Pablo would say yes without hesitation. You're the most important person in his life. He knows that.

If someone asks you, you would say the same, you can picture yourself with a family. You can picture yourself walking down the aisle to him.

But you two are young. Too young to think about marriage and a family. You want to live a lot of things with him. Not rush into adulthood.

"Let's go, preciosa." he extends his hand out to you, you take it, thumb caressing his skin.

The drive was calm, he was singing this new song he has on replay. You love when he drives, it suits him so much the driver look.

He like the idea of going to a museum date, he's interested in things people don't know about, this being one of them.

"Look, this one is call El Beso" he says. Teasing tone as he elbow your arm.

"Wow, you know how to read names, babe. Good job." You joke. Making him pout.

Your hands intertwine as you walk around. There was this specific painting that Pablo liked. He was reading about it.

"I want a copy of this at home."

"Yes, it's very pretty."

"Pretty like you." he kiss your cheek. Hugging you while he finish reading about the painting.

You love how easy it is to enjoy things with him, how easy is to love him, to talk with him.

"Te amo, Pablito." You kiss his cheek. Hugging him tight.

"I know. I love you so much too." he kiss your lips. Smiling into the kiss.

February 2024

"Careful big boy." You say, helping him walk upstairs of your home. "Let's slow down, you're running."

He was tired. Tired of always needing help, tired of always looking like a kid who needs to be taken care of, tired of not being able to be the old him.

"Joder, I can't do this anymore." he fall in the bed. He feel like crying. "just leave without me."

You sit next to him. Caressing his hair and letting him cry, you help him with his shoes, taking off his Jordan's.

You grab the glass of water you always have next to you in bed. Bringing it to him, "Amor, drink this."

He does as you told him. Drinking the whole glass, you sit behind him, careful with his legs.

"Come here, amor." You push him down to you. His back stick to your chest. Your hands on his hair, nails caressing his scalp. "I'm not going anywhere, not without you." He sobs again, he's not in his best days and you know it. "shhh, I'm here. You're okay."

You treat him like a baby, you're aware of that, but you don't mind it. He was your baby, your Pablito, he was yours and you love taking care of him.

"Today my friend Jessica made cookies." You began telling him about your day to distract him. "and they're so good, I saved you one."

His sobs are more calm now. His breathing still very accelerated and that worries you.

"Also, today on this class, remember the one you convince me to take?" You kiss his hair. Hands caressing his arms up and down. He nods at your question. "Well they asked us today to describe something about our partner or someone we love, like when we knew we loved them."

He's calming down, paying attention to your words. You know how to calm him down, how to take his mind out of his worried state.

"And I talked about that nigh in the park. When you asked me to be your girlfriend." You giggle, remembering how happy you were that night. "I can't forget the words you told me. How your mom told you to confess your feeling for me, because a girl like me happens once in a lifetime."

"That's true." he whispers.

"I knew I loved you because you were so honest with me, you were so straight with your words. How you told me you will give me anything I want. And you do."

"Even when you told me that I spoil you too much." he chuckle.

"And I want you to know how in love I am with you, Pablo. You're my love." You kiss his earlobe, then his head. "do you know that?"

"I know, and I love you so much too. I'm in love with you too."

"So don't ever think just because of your ACL or any other injury I'll leave you behind. Pablo I'm with you for the long ride." You hug him, his hands find yours and intertwine them. "Now, what if we both stay home and I prepare some nice dinner or better, we can order McDonald's."

You see his reflection, he's smiling like crazy, even with red eyes and tearful cheeks he looks like an angel.

"Te amo. You're the love of my life."

"And you're the love of my life." You kiss his head again. "and I know that in every life time we will be together."

"Even as worms?" he tease you.

"Even as worms, mi amor."

You enjoy a night at home with him, telling stories and watching movies that you both later comment.

That's what you enjoy the most, how every moment is a special moment, even the smallest ones.

"Oye, kiddo." You call.

He lift his eyes from his ice-cream. Attention all on you.

"Te amo." You get closer to kiss him. "and I always will."

[kxssmeliv]

Good Luck, Babe!

Cw: Angst without comfort, motions of internalized homophobia/homophobia in general, Don't read if your very religious!!

Ellie was slouched on the edge of her bed, her eyes half-closed and her guitar resting precariously on her lap. The dim light of the room cast long shadows, lighting the weariness etched on her face. She strummed a few chords absentmindedly, the sound echoing through the apartment like a melancholic melody. You sat beside her, your hand gently rubbing the small of her back, a soft smile on your face as you watched her play. The room was silent except for the gentle sound of her guitar, and the subtle sound of your breathing.

In the quiet intimacy of the moment, you found a profound sense of peace, the kind that only came from being with someone who truly understood you. Her music, while somber, was a testament to the depth of her spirit, and you found yourself drawn to it, much like you were drawn to her.

Ellie comes to a halt, her fingers slowly releasing the strings of her guitar as she sets it down carefully beside her. With a turn, she directs her attention towards you, her eyes meeting yours with a small smile on her lips.

"I just had a thought," she says, gazing down at your bare thigh, waiting for you to ask what it was.

"What is it?" 

Ellie seemed hesitant as she avoided making eye contact. After struggling to find the right words, she finally spoke hesitantly. "Um, I don't know if you've heard, but Dina is throwing a Valentine's Day get-together," she met your eyes. "I was thinking maybe we could go together, as a couple." Ellie paused before finishing her sentence.

You took a deep breath, the air feeling thick in your lungs, and let out a nervous laugh that was barely audible. Your heart was racing and your palms were sweaty as you thought about the secret you had been keeping from your family. 

Unlike Ellie, who was openly gay and accepted by the people around her, you couldn't be open about your sexuality, due to your family's strict religious beliefs and narrow-minded views as well as some of the people in your town. You were your parent's golden child, being perfect, and never getting into trouble. You knew you had to choose between your family, morals, and reputation or your happiness. 

"Ellie," you began, your voice barely above a whisper. "I want to. I do. But I'm just... I'm not ready yet." You could see the disappointment in her eyes.

"You said the same thing 7 months ago," Ellie lets out, her eyes widening at her own words.

As soon as you hear her words, your heart begins to pound relentlessly against your ribcage, a sensation so intense that you feel like it could burst out of your chest any second, you can't help but hang on to every word she says.

"I know...and I'm sorry" You take a deep breath in between speaking, you would have said more if you could, but you didn't know what to say.

"When will you be ready?" Ellie's voice is laced with frustration, you couldn't blame her, you had been telling her the same excuse for almost 2 years. When are you going to be ready? Ellie imagined a future with you, getting married, buying a home, and starting a family. How would that happen if you kept her a secret? A lot of times Ellie couldn't help but think you would be happier with a man, you wouldn't have to keep him a secret.

From the moment you met Ellie you knew you wanted to spend the rest of your life with her, the same night you went home, you cried and prayed to god for forgiveness for thinking about another girl that way.

 Ellie understood you in a way no one else did, she didn't judge you for being yourself, she listened to whatever you had to say and you did the same for her. You loved her more than anything on earth, you never wanted to be apart from her, so the ultimate you were left with now killed you. Ellie and happiness, or the only life you knew.

Her question left you frozen, 'when will you be ready' The question swam around in your mind, you knew there wasn't a concrete answer to that, it was a question you've asked yourself countless times. "I don't know, Ellie, I wish I did." The honesty in your voice echoed the helplessness you felt inside. 

You knew Ellie wouldn't wait for you forever, it wasn't fair to her. You were surprised Ellie didn't hate you or hadn't left you yet, she had every right to. Ellie feels a bitter taste on her tongue at your words, she nods her head slowly. You couldn't keep putting her through this, hurting her, she didn't deserve it. The only way you could fix it is by ending it. 

"Ellie," you choke out, your voice breaking, "I think... I think we should break up." The words hang in the air between you, heavy and painful, sounding so final and irrevocable.

Ellie's eyes widen, the breath knocked out of her as if you'd physically struck her. For a moment, she just stares at you, her mouth opening and closing as she struggles to form words. The silence that follows is deafening.

"What?" Ellie finally manages to whisper, her voice barely audible. Her hands tremble, and she clutches them together tightly as if to keep herself from falling apart.

You let out a shaky breath, your heart aching at the look of utter disbelief on her face. "I... I can't keep doing this to you, Ellie. It's not fair," you murmur, the words tasting bitter on your tongue. "You deserve someone who can love you openly, not... not someone too scared to be true to themselves."

She looks at you, her eyes welling up with tears, but she blinks them back, refusing to let them fall. "I want you," she says, her voice stronger now. "I don't care about what other people think. I don't care about the rest of the world. I care about you."

But you shake your head, tears streaming down your cheeks now. "I care, Ellie. I can't live like this. I can't keep hiding, and I can't keep hurting you."

It's a long, painful silence before she finally nods, her shoulders slumping as she accepts your words. She doesn't argue, doesn't fight, just accepts. And that somehow hurts more than anything else.

You stand up from the bed, avoiding Ellie's eyes, grabbing your bag, and heading for the door.

"I love you. I hope one day, you'll love yourself too. Good luck, babe."

Your heart feels a thousand pounds heavier hearing her words, a part of you wants to turn around and take it all back, beg for her to take you back. But you can't, you won't. Tears fall down your eyes as you walk out of her apartment and to your car. Your heart knows you just made the biggest mistake of your life, as you get in your car, and make your way home.

Maybe god could still forgive you.

An: Sorry for this, i just love being in pain >w< GO LISTEN TO CHAPPELL ROAN NOW!!!!!

[partycatty]

based off of our lovely @igotcaged 's post here

older!johnny cage > can't get enough

johnny realizes just how much he adores you before a date night

notes: this is so fluffy i might throw up, also why are his boobs so big

[ masterlist ]

it was unlike the two of you to have a night off with a husband that's entire life is devoted to saving the world and making them smile at the same time. if it wasn't shinnok or a timeline disturbance, it was ninja mime or citizen cage. you worked in an office, a higher up that needed to be around or you swore the skyscraper's foundations would crumble. both of you held together your own worlds, but it was near valentine's day when you both get the opportunity to go home and get some rest.

it was cassie that ushered johnny out of his office with his bag full of belongings. she was tired of seeing her old man grovel and train like a military man, and wanted him to be a good husband to her step-parent, you. your own vice president insisted you go home after not getting the last few holidays with your family.

in johnny's typical hollywood style, he wanted to take you out on a date. usually, he was the type of man to just settle for something low key, like an at-home steak dinner or a walk in the park, but he missed you more than anything at the moment. so, he managed to convince you to wear something pretty, and he'd clean up all the same.

you pull and tug at the dress you settled on, a sleek beige dress that settled nicely around your ankles. so used to suit jackets and pencil skirts, you felt somewhat foreign.

johnny walks into the shared bedroom, tugging at his sleeves, but that all stopped when he got a good look at you.

"well god damn."

you twirl around to meet your husband's eyes. he cleaned up nicely too. a smooth pair of beige dress pants accompanying a brown button-up. his arms dropped to his sides as he admired you, and you could see in his eyes that he had fallen in love with you all over again. sure, you always dressed nicely, but johnny was reminded of how gorgeous you looked when you dolled yourself up, especially in the jewelry and dresses he had bought you over the years.

"kind of reminds you of our wedding day, doesn't it?" his voice is tender. you don't recall the last time he voice wasn't strained from spewing commands or taking business calls.

"that's probably the last time we dressed up like this," you reply teasingly, taking one of his arms in your hands and folding his sleeve for him, a task that he long abandoned since landing his gaze on you. "you remember that?"

"every day," his eyes are fixed on your small hands holding his large arm. he stands still, as if he'd startle you from moving. "i have our photo at the altar in my wallet. don't know if i ever told you that."

"you didn't," you grin down, buttoning his sleeve and patting his now bare forearm. "but i could have guessed."

as you reach for his other arm to fold his sleeve, his hand meets yours. with fluttering eyelashes, he places long, sweet kisses on each of your knuckles.

"i love you," he mutters into the back of your hand, placing another kiss and holding his lips there.

"you make me so happy," his hand twists your arm, giving him access to your wrist, where another kiss lands.

"okay, big guy," you giggle, trying to move away. "i love you too, but we'll be late."

johnny ignores your point and spins you around. he wraps one arm around your waist, trapping you against his front. you look in the mirror to determine his intentions, but his eyes are fixed on you. he holds your arm out for you and kisses the backside of your hand again. his mouth glides up, reaching your elbow.

"i see what's going on here," you smirk. "are you going all gomez on me?"

"let me have this," he mumbles again, kissing all up your upper arm until he reaches your bare shoulder, where he bites you playfully. of course, he doesn't bite hard enough for people to see as much as he'd love to.

"johnnyyy—" you whine-giggle out when his nose brushes against the flesh of your neck. "you're tickling me, don't be surprised if i kick you." johnny breathes in your perfume, rubbing the tip of his nose up and down your neck, all the while peppering kisses along the exposed skin. in between every kiss, there's a sweet phrase or two.

"sweet girl." your shoulder.

"my one and only." your collarbone.

"my wife." your jawline.

"i'm so lucky." your ear.

"my beloved." your cheek.

"you look so good." the corner of your lips.

having enough of his game, you twirl around and wrap your arms around his neck, trapping him in a firm but chaste kiss. when you pull away, he's grinning sleepily, and you giggle at your lipstick now transferred onto his lips.

"you might wanna wipe your mouth before we leave," you suggest with a laugh.

"why? not my shade?" johnny replies jokingly, leaning into the mirror to inspect the damage. "ah, you're right. it suits you better."

even after all these years, after everything he's been through, it still warms you inside that his youthful, loving side peeks its head around the corner at the best of times. you couldn't ask for a better husband.

[reareaotaku]

My Sweet Valentine

Fuck Valentine's Day and every single couple ever! Also I know Valentine's Day has already past smartass. Leave me alone

Summary: How they act 4 Valentine's Day? Characters: Mike Wheeler, Luke Sinclair, Jane 'Eleven' Hopper, Maxine 'Max' Mayfield, Billy Hargrove, Steve 'The Hair' Harrington, Nancy Wheeler, Robin Buckley [I was going to do Eddie Munson, but I didn't want to write for him] Tw: None [That I know of]

Mike Wheeler

He was FREAKING out

He had completely forgotten about Valentine's Day, because it never was important to him, because he never had a partner before

God, he's so fucked

Throws something together last second and hopes you don't notice [You do]

He tries coming up with an excuse but, he doesn't convince you

He tries getting his sister's help, as a last resort, but she makes it harder for him

She starts scolding him for forgetting and complaining about how she couldn't believe they were related

Feels extremely guilty when you give him stuff, stuff he likes. He actually thinks about death right then and there because he knows that he's so getting dumped

Thankfully, you don't dump him [He's thrilled because he doesn't know what he'd do without you], but you do ignore him and give him the cold shoulder for a few days until he makes it up to you

Lucas Sinclair

He has been preparing for this moment all year

No way was he ending up in the dog house

He goes all out, getting you all that stupid stuff [Teddy bears, chocolate, roses etc]

He even makes a poster that has some stupid basket ball pun asking if you'll be his Valentine

Makes him so giddy when seeing you so happy to receive the gifts

Puffs his chest out in pride, because he did that

He'll be surprised when you pull out some Valentine's stuff for him

He wasn't expecting it and now you have him blushing

"For me?"

"Well, I don't have another boyfriend"

He frowns, but ultimately takes the gifts

Jane 'Eleven' Hopper

Valentine's Day? What's that?

Pretty clueless on the holiday, but when she learns about it, she falls in love instantly

She thinks it's so cute and wants to do something special with you

"What do couples usually do on Valentine's Day?"

"Well, they do a lot of stuff... You know, there isn't just one thing- You know?"

She hums, but she does in fact not know what you mean, but it's easier for her to pretend she does

"But uh, if there's something in particular you want to do-"

"I want to do it all!" She's quick and blushes because she didn't mean to outburst like that

You giggle, "I love your enthusiasm, but we can't do everything, but we can do most of it"

You both make cards for each other and she enjoys the time she's spending with you

She ends up loving the holiday and excited for next year, because she wants to do everything else that you couldn't do this year

Maxine 'Max' Mayfield

She does not give a shit about that stupid stuff

If you get her something, cool, but it's not needed

If you want to do something, you'll have to talk to her, otherwise it's just another day to her

She might give you one of those stupid Valentine's Cards, just because she sees all the other couples doing it, but it's not something she thinks about

When she's writing your name on it, she frowns, because what if you don't like it?

She knows you deserve better, so she debates making you a home-made card

^ It does not go well, so she sticks with the store bought card

She also gets you those tiny heart chocolate boxes

Billy Hargrove

You set yourself up for failure on this one, expecting him to get you something. Like do you even know him?

You'll be lucky if he even acknowledges that it's Valentine's Day

You can get him something and he'll keep it [Probably hides it, so his dad can't find it], but otherwise doesn't say much

He thinks it's cute how you act, but he doesn't understand it. It's just some stupid day and he doesn't see anything important about it

In fact, it just seems like a stupid excuse to spend tons of money for someone you might not even still be with in a month

He treasures the gifts you get him [Believe it or not]

If you make him a card, he keeps it in his nightstand

If you get him a teddy bear, it's either on his bed or in his pillowcase [When he wants it hidden]

Steve 'The Hair' Harrington

He's quite the romantic and goes all out

He loves Valentine's Day, because he can show you off and show you how much he loves you

He'll ask you to be his Valentine, even if you're already dating

He's so cheesy and makes all kind of puns and jokes

^ It actually gets annoying for you and you have to beg him to stop

Makes you a homecooked meal with wine and shit

After that, he brings you to the couch to watch all your favorite movies

He wants to enjoy your embrace and cuddle with you

[It also gives him an excuse to not spend the night alone]

You'll be so wrapped into each other, nearly about to have a moment when the phone rings and Steve wants to kill whoever is on the other line. When he hears Dustin's voice, he wants to reach through the phone and choke the young man

It's fine though, you tell him, you were still having a good time just being with him

Nancy Wheeler

Makes you home-made gifts

She wants to give you something that comes from her heart and has true meaning

She doesn't really like storebought stuff

She thinks it means more if you make it, even if it's bad

She wants to spend quality time with you

It doesn't really matter what you're doing, she just wants to be in your presence

It's a very chill day and you don't have to do anything over the top

Robin Buckley

As a dirt poor woman, she works all year just to buy you something simple

When she finally raised enough money to buy you something nice for Valentine's Day, she was overwhelmed by all the Valentine's Day stuff

What was she supposed to get you? There was so much stuff! What the fuck!?

Pretty much has a panic attack, because she's scared she'll pick the wrong thing

God, why is this so stressful???

She decides to just close her eyes and pick something at random

Is thrilled when you like the gift

[grey-sides]

Billy is not soft and he is rarely sweet. Gestures of affection often make him tense up before Steve can convince him to relax. There's fear and upset under all the layers of muscle and bark. Of Billy laughing at gifts, at himself for wanting them, for accepting them.

Steve is the same. Sometimes. He doesn't like to let people see when things hurt him. Comments, people brushing off his ideas, his jokes. So he gets Billy, even if he doesn't like to peel back each layer.

But even when it is rotten work, it's still worth it. Like spending hours practicing basketball to get just a little bit better. To make one extra basket or guard one more player.

It's worth the annoyance to see one extra smile. To feel Billy relax just a fraction more.

Steve buys a regular chocolate bar. Not because he's too late to buy a heart shaped box. But because you can't start out running five miles, you have to build up to it.

He also gets a sheet of stickers, peels off a few to decorate the chocolate. Leaves the rest for Robin because he knows she'll find a use for them.

He scribbles his name on it, in silver sharpie, blows over the letters until they dry.

Steve holds it between his fingers, grip loose so he doesn't melt it too much before he can hand it over to Billy. He steels himself, pushes the mushiness away for a minute. They'll get there.

Billy meets him at the quarry, throwing rocks into the water like he would rather be anywhere else. Still, Steve smiles and notices how he doesn't look nearly as tense as he had expected.

"Happy Valentine's Day," Steve says softly.

He smiles over at him, holding out the chocolate bar. A peace offering. A sweetheart's gift.

Billy's eyes flick down to it. His lips harden before Steve sees them deliberately relax. He takes a step back which...isn't what Steve wants, and turns to the car.

Steve shuffles forward, holding the chocolate out still. He watches Billy reach into his backseat. Steve swallows, dares not too hope. Billy has never been soft. Maybe medium firm sometimes.

He pulls out a heart shaped chocolate box. Shiny red because Billy will probably say pink is for girls. He holds it out, reaches for the chocolate bar.

Steve feels silly. Maybe he could have gotten one of those chocolate roses. Or a card to go with it.

But Billy smiles at the chocolate, brushes his thumb over Steve's name while Steve grabs the box.

"Happy Valentine's Day," Billy says quietly.

He puts the chocolate bar down, steps closer to Steve. He looks like he's working hard to be calm, to not spook and run off. Steve looks down at the box for a moment.

"I should have gotten you more," Steve replies. He shakes his head for a moment and looks back at Billy.

"Next year, yeah?" Billy offers. He still looks...nearly delighted. He reaches out and taps the box of chocolates. "And you can give me your praline chocolates."

Steve laughs, nods easy at that suggestion. He pries the lid off, glances at the guide to find one. He plucks it out, offers it to Billy.

His smile widens when Billy doesn't reach out with his fingers. Instead, Billy let's him feed him and Steve huffs a soft laugh.

He leans in once Billy has the chocolate in his mouth, eager for a kiss.

His lips are soft when Steve presses them together. And he tastes a little sweet from the chocolate. Baby steps. One mile to five.

[chrissdollie]

unopened backpack - m.s x reader

a/n: ok look, ik vday passed almost a month ago, but this just popped in my head now LOL warnings/notes: cursing, unpopular matt sturniolo x popular reader, reader has a small tantrum lol wc: 759

matt's leg bounces under his desk while he messes around with his pencil, drowning out the noise of the teacher rambling about.. his cat? whatever, matt doesn't care. he can't pay attention to anything today. he hates valentine's day. it's his second year of watching you get gifts all day from the jocks to declare their love to you.

pfft. love. they don't love you like he does. he bites his lip, watching the back of your head become the front when you turn around to ask someone for a pencil, which they happily provide. his eyes then turn to the bouquet of roses laying on your desk from that idiot tyler. he shouldn't be giving flowers to you, a precious delicate angel. he should've handed out his dick to the sluts who watch him as he plays football instead.

but who is he to judge? he's a fucking nobody and has been his entire life. he quietly scoffs when the boy sat next to you hands you a $10 bill. he almost lets out a chuckle as you put on a fake smile, taking the money and muttering a small "thank you". what is that guy, new?

seeing everyone else's gifts make his eyes slide over to his closed backpack which contained an assortment of things he knows you like. your favorite chocolates, a handwritten letter, a hello kitty valentine's stuffed animal he found at walmart, and decorative pink tulips since he knew you'd prefer keeping flowers forever.

he sucks in a breath, debating if he should give them to you or throw everything in the trash. either way, he's too pathetic to do both (his mother would definitely complain if he wasted his money on presents and he would get endless teasing from his brothers)

little did he know, you were practically grinding your teeth together impatiently. why hasn't he given you anything yet? why is the one boy you want is disregarding you completely? you mope at the thought of him having a valentine. someone who isn't you.

you look down, tracing the patterns on your girly nails. you huff, waiting for the period to end. when it does, you get out of your seat hurriedly, grabbing your puffer tote bag quickly following him. he goes under the bleachers for lunch per usual, but it's hard to keep up with him in your melanie martinez x KOI shoes. atleast you know where he's going.

you get there out of breath, seeing him sitting criss crossed on the grass. "matthew sturniolo." you pant out.

he looks up in surprise, confused but happy to see you. "hey." he answers bluntly, making your blood boil. "i know you and you know me so why didn't you get me anything? i- i didn't do anything, did i?"

matt raises an eyebrow. "what are you talking about?" he chuckles, which infuriates you. you stomp your foot like a little brat, adjusting the bag on your shoulder. "do you have a valentine? who is it? tell me who, please!" you whine, sitting down next to him. he grins.

"seems like you're upset, princess."

your face softens a little at the nickname. "i am upset!" you blurt, not knowing what else to say. "can you answer me please?" you meekily mutter, looking away from him before you get too embarrassed. he shrugs. his gaze doesn't leave the side of your face as he speaks. "don't have a valentine, dunno who told you i did."

you turn back at this. "oh." you feel hot and awkward now, but he's eating it up. you're jealous of some girl who doesn't even exist? this changes everything! the shyness from earlier leaves matt's head.

"and another thing," he pulls his backpack onto his lap, opening the zipper. "i got you a whole ton of shit." and he shows you the inside of his bag. you gasp excitedly, clapping your hands together adorably.

about 10 minutes later when you're finally done chattering about each of the gifts, matt scratches the back of his head and clears his throat. "d'ya wanna be my valentine?" he mumbles nervously, even though he knows you'll say yes.

"duh!" and you kiss his cheek, his face turning red as you do so. you happily stick a chocolate into his mouth and spend the rest of the day by his side, holding his hand throughout the halls while people pointed and some laughed. you couldn't give a shit less though as you lean joyfully into matt's arm, ignoring everyone else around you but him.

tags: @stargirlsturniololover @junnniiieee07 @mattsneezing @freshloveee

[felldragon]

Aaaa, noooo -

Also that plush it's so cute, regardless of whether it's getting stir-fryed or not

I don't have a lot of merch, but I did buy his Valentine's Day card this year and I got the Best-of album, which also meant I had to hurry and get Feower and Seox to complete the boy band. I put the skins in my homescreen rotation and Seofon especially just loves jumpscaring me with his idol skin

Right, before I forget, tell Seofon hi the next time you're seeing him in battle! I'm working on my rank too, so one day he gets to beat me up by himself, but today is not that day

Lastly, what's your favorite official art of him? I think I really hurried to get him transcended because that art of him just looks really cool and the battle sprite is gorgeous as well and the CA animation is so cool and the little two finger salute he does on the victory screen is so cute. I'm glad they started using that Transcendence art for dialogues in HotS because it's genuinely so gooooood

I also really like his Relink arts, they're seriously so gorgeous, it's not faiiir -

So, yeah

Thanks again!

ahhh Yes. we're in this together. uplifting. motivation. etc etc... you now have me as a supporter!!!!! ;3c mwhahaha!

it is, isn't it? it's so dear to me!!!! i actually own the fullset of mochi kororin eternals! and a lot of other merch... >w< actually let me just throw this at you.

no room for my vday cards sadly Whoops, but i LOVE them so much. pieces of paper that make me want to experience life and death at the same time... do not get me started....... this year's were so special. <3

i will indeed say hello for you!!!! ^__^ ~*

and ah. AH. hitting me with a really tough question... i will say that part of the reason i transcended him is because his 6* art is such a step up (so same hat!). IT SOUNDS MEAN, BUT HIS OLDER SPRITES DID NOT AGE WELL...... SOBS. i think they were still figuring out how to draw his hair which. as an artist. i understand. it took me a while too.

Anyway... i REALLY Do love his relink art...

(i ripped this from the game hehe...) he just looks so handsome?! so cute?! something about this is so perfect i just can't explain it!! i freaked out when i first saw it and had a blurry low res version as my icon for some time...

but also. Nose. Nose. Nose. :] it makes me happy seeing him with A Nose... ⬇

(the colours in this one are also just so gorgeous like Wow. Okay)

Umm this one too. he is so happy cat here. serval....... :]

some more i appreciate more than words can describe,,,,

moe factor here.... Moefon real...

any art of seofon with kirakira eyes makes me smile so much as well.

Um. Wow. That's a lot of art huh. I'm not good at narrowing it down.

Just kidding. It's this one.

from shadowverse. Yeah. i justttt think it has a perfect mix of smug, sea of stars motifs, sword avatars, colours, etc... i love the pose too. Gwa. :]

[sweetest-florida-blue-peach]

In honor of me turning 25 yesterday, I present you with: Husband! Bakugou: birthday edition.

This man could care less about his own birthday, so in regards to that aspect, he kinda just lumps all birthdays in the same 'lame' category. Not really one to celebrate or make a big deal. But ever since you came into his life, he tries really hard to make an effort for you.

However, you've noticed something. In all the years you've been together, not once has he ever gotten you a birthday card. Or any kind of card for that matter. Anniversaries, Valentine's Day, Christmas: they're all the same to him.

But surely he'd get you a birthday card, right?

Wrong.

Sure, there's the practical but useful gift (because he doesn't believe in getting gifts for the sheer purpose of just getting it) and the amazing birthday dinner he always makes you, but never a card. And it isn't so much that you mind, but part of you wonders why he never bothers with a card.

However, this is the same man who still sometimes struggles to open up and be affectionate and open with his feelings. It doesn't matter how long you've been together. He will always have trouble being 100% in regards to his emotions. Granted, he's gotten much better about it, but if he has trouble being honest and up front in person a good majority of the time, do you really think he'd bare his entire soul in a card?

Kaminari would most likely get a PHD in astrophysics before something like that would ever happen.

But when he sees you at the surprise party everyone got together to throw for you, and watches as you open your birthday cards from friends and family, he can't help but marvel at how soft your expression gets and how your eyes sparkle at the sheer thoughtfulness of them all.

Not one to be left out, this spurs him into action, and he decides to up the game.

So imagine with me that he comes home from a super long patrolling shift. He's tired. He's grimy. He just wants a bath, clean set of clothes, warm meal, and an eight to ten hour appointment with the bed. But he's put all that on the backburner because he sees you bounding up to him to greet him as walks through the door.

And the look on your face when you realize he's holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers, along with....an envelope? It's enough to make him forget about his crappy day.

"Happy birthday," he says, all but shoving the items he got for you into your hands. You don't say anything. You just stare at the card, at him, then back at the card.

"You gonna open it or what?" He asks, neatly placing his combat boots by your much tinier shoes on the mat at the entrance of the doorway.

He follows you into the kitchen as you set the flowers down to put in a vase for later. His heart leaps in his chest as you carefully peel back the top layer of the envelope and take out the card.

He got it at the same store he bought the flowers from. They served all the cheesy, gimmicky, run-of-the-mill dumb birthday cards, but he grabbed the one that reminded him most of you. Sure, it had the usual, "Hope your birthday is as amazing as you" nonsense at the front, but what has him nervously tapping his fingers against the counter is what he wrote on the inside.

"(Your name),

I've never been good with this sort of stuff. It's stupid and overrated, but I know you like it because you're a sappy little shit. So happy birthday or whatever.

Another year under your belt, but you're still the same dumbass you've always been. Good thing I like dumbasses.

I would say that I hope you like the flowers but I know you will because they're your favorite and I picked them out.

Happy birthday, again.

Love you.

-Katsuki."

He's pretty proud of himself until he sees thick tears streaming down your cheeks. He rounds the island in your kitchen and is on you in a second.

"What's wrong? Why are you crying? Do you hate it? I'm sorry--" You stop his torrent of apologies with a finger pressed to his lips.

"I love it," you whisper, bringing your arms around his broad shoulders and pulling him close. "I love it."

Hesitantly, he relaxes enough to cradle you to his chest. "You mean it?"

You nod your head. "It's perfect." You tilt your chin up to look at him, cupping his cheek. "You're perfect."

He gently thumbs away any stray tears. Pressing a tender kiss to your lips, he mumbles in true Katsuki Bakugou fashion, "Happy birthday, dumbass."

[ladylooch]

Our Little Family [Miles Wood] - Chapter 16- The night before the wedding

A/N note from 👢anon: Heyyy b, happy valentine's day !!!

It's here, this is the night before the wedding. It's super personal to me, I put a lot of my traumas there. It's more a transition chapter. The next one is the wedding and after the wedding we're going to start taking 6 months of time jump.

The tw are childhood traumas and anxiety.

I hope you guys enjoy !!

You and Miles decided not to sleep together the night before your wedding, and you hate it. You miss him so badly, even if Lily is in the room with you. It sucks a little bit. You needed him there to help calm your mind. You're so nervous and anxious. 

Right now, your mind is racing between getting married to the man of your life and not having your parents there. They decided that being right was better than being in your life. They didn't meet your soon to be husband and daughter and that hurts. You’re happy, but you miss having them there. Tomorrow is supposed to be the happiest day of your life besides having a baby, but you still have this feeling of a missing piece because they're not there.

After an hour or so of trying to sleep and not being able to, you decide to put on some warm clothes and go outside. You take with you the baby monitor in case Lily wakes up. 

You go onto the porch in front of the fireplace, and you sit on the couch staring at the fireplace. The thoughts start coming to you and one of those thoughts is not having your parents there hurts you a lot, however you can't just forget the years of lack of love, responsibilities that weren't yours, the lack of care, the basically non-family time, just to have them there. 

At the end of the day, they made their choices, and you made yours. Lily is not going to grow up in this type of environment. You’re going to give your best for her. She deserves that. 

Miles fell asleep pretty quickly, but he missed you in bed with him. He ends up waking up. He decided that if he couldn't see you today, at least he's going to hear your voice. He rubs his face before getting up to throw a hoodie on. 

He goes to your room, knocks on the door, but he doesn’t get a reply. He thinks about going back to bed in case you’re asleep, but he's on a mission and he's going to check downstairs if you might be there. He finds you on the porch, chin on your knee staring at the fireplace. He can see that your mind is going through something.

Miles picks up the blanket, and he moves closer to you. Feeling the blanket over your shoulders, you look up, seeing Miles there makes you smile. He kisses your head, and then he goes to start the fire. One of the reasons you guys picked this place. 

As the fire gets going, Miles comes to sit close to you. He slides under the blanket with you, and he hugs your side, making you rest your head on his shoulder. He kisses your head, doing what he can to make you comfortable. 

“Do you wish your parents were here ?” He asks as he plays with your fingers. By now, he knows you only get this way because of your parents. 

“Kinda, I wish they were here because they’re my parents, but it is better this way.” Miles nods. He looks like he’s thinking about asking you something, just trying to formulate his thoughts. 

“I thought about this before, but I think I didn't want to know the truth. I had thoughts, and they always got me mad….” Miles sighs. “But i need to know,  did you ever get hurt physically or sexually by a boyfriend or hookup ?” 

You can see that this was hard for him, and he clearly thought about it before. So he thinks you’re this way because of an ex. That's kinda funny to you, but you know it's where people's minds go. You don't blame him for having that thought at all.

“No, it never happened to me. But…” you bite your bottom lip “... i’m this fucked up because of my parents. My examples weren’t good, and I didn't feel good enough most of the time for them. So I needed to be perfect. They never made me feel like I'm good, that I was making good choices. So choosing you, your life, your career was probably my most rebellious act.” 

You and Miles chuckle because it says a lot about you. 

“But when I chose you and Lily, I chose myself, I needed to be free of them, I needed to be myself. And I know sometimes you don’t agree with me…” You clean a few tears “.. when it comes to parenting styles, but I didn't have what you do with your parents. I want to be better for our kids. I want to be better for you. Sometimes, I’m going to fucking fail and I need you to help me get up, to be a better person, a better wife and a better mom.” You bite your lower lip again, you’re nervous for sure. “And I understand if you want to postpone the wedding or just not have it all. I’m sorry for not talking to you about this before. I wasn’t ready.” 

You look at Miles with eyes full of tears, some streaming down your cheeks. He cleans your tears, cupping your cheeks with both of his hands. 

Miles understands that it wasn't easy for you. He finally broke down that final wall inside your heart. Now he understands a lot more. It makes him sad to hear of you being hurt by your parents; it's a lot worse than a stranger. They're the ones that are supposed to help you and guide you in navigating this world. 

You're getting anxious with the time he's taking to reply. 

“No, I don't want that. I want to marry you, tomorrow I'll say I do, but I also say I do today, and for the rest of your lives together. You're my one. You're the best mom to Lily, and if we have more, you'll be the best mom for them, too.” Miles says as he brushes the tears from your cheek. “Baby, look at you. Look how far you came without them. Look at the woman that you're today. I want this life with you. Nobody else, you.” 

He leans to kiss you. He puts all his love, passion, and desire for you into that kiss. Miles' thumbs brush against your cheek as he rests his forehead on yours. 

“Babe, I know we planned to make your vows tomorrow night. But I want to do it today, would it be okay with you ?” Miles asks you. 

“Yeah, it's okay.” You know it's going to help you settle your mind for the night. 

Miles nods. He smiles as he shifts to face you properly. He sighs before starting. 

“When we met, I thought you were cool, well you still are. But that day, you treated me like a normal person, and you knew who I was. That made me feel comfortable. Things just became so easy for us. Having you around made my life better, I waited for you, not because I wanted to have sex with you. I waited because you're worth it. I know it was a process for you to be comfortable again with someone like that. You trusted me. That meant the world to me....." Miles pauses a little to catch his breath and get his thoughts in order.

"If I'm being honest, I was far away from being ready to be a dad. I'm ashamed of the way that I reacted that night. You didn't do anything wrong. We both knew it was something that could happen, and it did. Lily is my greatest gift beside your love, and I almost fucked that up. I committed to Lily and not you at first. I liked you but at the time I wasn't in love like I am now… sorry ....” Miles apologizes.

"We became parents early on, we didn't have time to know each other before having a kid, but we did and she's perfect. You're perfect, you would do anything for me and for Lily. I know the choices you made for the first months were to protect yourself and her. It was my fault, but that's never going to happen again. I'm fully in now. I'm head over heel for you. Our wedding day is taking too long to get here. I want you to be a Wood. I want you to be my wife. I want to spend the rest of my life with you creating memories, creating traditions and who knows raising more kids together.” Miles kisses your hand. 

“Tomorrow we start a new chapter together. We'll become one. I'll never forgive myself for wasting good months with you, but I'm going to make sure we have them back in the future. I promised you once that we're going to get Christmas family traditions or any kind of tradition really. I'm going to protect you, I'm going to take care of you, I'll help you get up when you're down. We're in this life together. We're going to get through shit together. I'm not going anywhere. You're worth it, and you deserve our love. From this day forward, I will love, take care of you and Lily, protect you, and be the best dad and partner I can be. I love you (y/f/n).” 

You just look at him with eyes full of tears, cup his cheeks, and kiss him as hard as you can. You just need a moment before saying yours. 

You clean your throat and take a deep breath. 

“Miles… I never thought a man without teeth would be so attractive, but here I am, almost three years later, with a kid and almost married to you. Choosing you, choosing us, gave me confidence that I didn't know was possible. I know it wasn't easy for us to get here, and I had my fair share of that, too. We both did things that we're not proud of, but those things make us better. You can't go back into the past and fix that. You gave me Lily, she's the best thing that ever happened to me. If you didn't stay, I don't know how I would have done it, but I would have done my best for her."

"But you stayed and that shows the type of man you are.  You make me a better woman, a better mom, and a better partner. I want to be your safe place. You can always count on me. I have my problems, but I'll never give up on you or us. I know you're going to be the best example for our daughter- the type of partner she needs to find for herself. You're my one, Miles. I waited my whole life for you. You showed me a type of love that I never thought I was going to find, but I also thought we were never going to get to this point of me becoming a Wood. And that's okay, as long as you were there for Lily, I was going to be okay. But you chose me too, and tomorrow we'll only firm a commitment with the law that we already have to each other…” You take a big deep breath. “...not going to lie, knowing that you'll have a wedding ring will make me feel silly, because you chose me, I could have chosen anybody else but you picked me."

"I promise you, I'll ice your nose and knuckles, I'll take care of you when you're sick or injured, I'll help you when you're down, I'll give more when you can't give your 100%, I'll love you until the day that I die. I'll learn more positions to accommodate your dick…” You and Miles chuckles at that, he appreciates that. “I'll do everything in my power to make you a happy man. I'm going to support your crazy dreams, push you when you need a push and I'll cuddle you when you need love. Miles, you already gave me everything. Giving me your last name is the final thing on the list. I love you, Miles William Wood, today, tomorrow until the day I die.” 

You and Miles seal your vows with a kiss. This is exactly how you wanted this moment to go. Just the two of you. You pull back, resting your head on his shoulder. 

“Thank you for coming to look for me.” You say softly as the fire dances in front of you. 

“No worries, sweetheart. I'll always come look for you.” Miles kisses your head. 

He finally broke down the last wall to your heart. He knows that from now on, he'll have to take really good care of it. 

He feels your body starting to go limp beside him. You need the reassurance that he'll stay. 

Miles carries you to bed, he places you on the mattress, he puts Lily in bed with you. He kisses your lips, the final time as fiancé. 

“Good night, my love. Tomorrow, we become one. See you there, I love you.”

[charkyzombicorn]

In mythology there are huge festivals and holidays to celebrate each of the gods. what are the main festivals for each of the crew?

Luffy: Sun festival!!! Lasts at least 3 days, a week on a good year. Kind of like saturnalia, lots of food, drink and debauchery, but also lots of dancing and music with strong drums. He appears at the islands as long as there's food offerings for him before moving to the next one, and it's bad luck to fast for more than 4 hours during the time, because Luffy notices and goes to see what tf's going on. (lots of slave liberation because of this, celestial dragons hate the sun festival because they need to feed their slaves better for a week or Luffy will find them)

Zoro: battle festival!! Drink and tournament!!!! Everyone with a desire to participate Must, no matter of gender, race or skill. Zoro protects the weaker ones with his blessing. Not from getting their ass beat, but from serious injury. Top 5 winners of the tournament fight Zoro. Only once has Zoro been beaten and that was by Mihawk, who let the other 4 he was lumped with get beaten before he drew his sword like the cocky goth he is.

Nami: Rain festival! She wants Cash Offerings from rich people or she Will throw tornados at them. Kind of like a night market, with tangerine treats and windchimes and pinwheels everywhere. Drinks made with rainwater are considered good luck, and any farmer's child that does a rain dance will get a good harvest on their farm. Lots of blue and orange themes, and the music is mostly just chimes to play along with the windchimes.

Usopp: Masquerade festivals. All the masks need to be made of wood, and it's considered good luck if a leaf or two sprout from your mask. Lots of children's games, and buying and selling plants. Few know this, but if you can steal a plant without getting caught, it will grow remarkably fast because Usopp thought that shit was funny. Lots of theatre performance too, person with the best story gets all their crops to grow twice as big as they should in half the time.

Sanji: Harvest Festival!! Basically a mixture of valentines day and thanksgiving, a banquet blessed by Sanji, the less waste, the better the fortune by the blessing. Smaller towns will just all eat at the same giant table. If you get engaged during the harvest festival, Sanji Will appear at the wedding and u Will live a happy life with ur partner. It got super saturated with romance and now it's tradition for couples to make the harvest festival meals together.

Chopper: Animal Festival!! Basically don't kill or eat an animal today, it's bad luck. In small towns its basically 'everyone bring ur pets to the park' day but larger cities have petting zoos. Just interact with animals, simple. Recorder music, cotton candy and petting zoos. Chopper can't give a lot of fortune but he can help a crappy farmer's cattle revolt so you'd better pet an animal today.

Robin: Robin likes to keep quiet and subtle, she only had a holiday on O'Hara and now that it's gone she just visits each of the survivors individually on that day to learn about their lives and tell them about their old friends and family on other sides of the world.

Franky: Maker's festival!!!!!! Funnest shit ever, artists, inventors, creators, everyone comes to show off their creations and see all the other creativity. This festival is spent with families mostly, but Robin always joins Franky in admiring each individual idea the humans made with the gift he gave them. It usually lasts several days because Franky wants to see all of it, and hes got a lot of people using these festivals to show off their art and their ideas.

Brook: Music festival!!!!!! Happens mostly at night, song and dance everywhere and lots of people waiting at docks looking for Brook, jamming and surfing his giant whale around the whole world. People tend to fast this day because they think since the moon is the 'opposite' of the sun that the sun feast should mean a moon fast. Not required, though. As long as you sing and dance and are never alone this night, Brook's happy. You can usually find Luffy dancing at one of the moon festivals because he is the stars and the sun, and he loves Brook's festival because it's almost as mindless as his

Jimbe: Jimbe doesn't like the idea of celebrating himself, so he spends his holiday, for one single day, using as much power as he can to bring every drop of water to life. Any hint of moisture can rust away shackles, any drop of water can quench the thirsty, any splash can be a fatal blow, all to free as many slaves as he possibly can, before he has to rest for an entire month to regain the power to stand. This means once he gets those people out, they have to fight for their own freedom from there.

[safyresky]

Smile Shots: Clawfoot Tub

Was thinking of what Diteline Valentine's Day probably looks like, given it is Dite's BUSIEST day of work and often one of the COLDEST days of the year. This was what I thought up! I was a little torn on how it would end up, but I knew for sure they would be chillin in a hot bath together after their long ass day lmao. Please enjoy what I was originally calling A Very Diteline Valentine's Day aka, "Two girls, chillin' in a hot bath, thigh to thigh because they're SO gay". For each other, lmao.

UM ALSO Killian belongs to @lmelodie. I very much enjoy stealing him for a quick mention in situations >:). This is some time in the future (hence diteline marriage! in theory, Dite should be going by Donnie rn but in practise, I entered a fugue state when writing this and went with the present naming conventions), but to clarify: I imagine that blackice plans involve another attempt at reconciliation that devolves into a fistfight 😂😂😂. my GOD their dynamic is EVERYTHING to me 😍😍😍

ANYWAY, formalities out of the way, enjoy! And ah, Happy BELATED Valentine's Day, in all the ways love exists! :)

(would've had this out sooner but I got very distracted by my own romantic shenanigans which involved a lot of Puss in Boots. The last Wish SLAPPED and the first movie was ALSO very good! :D)

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"This is either a Valentine's Day surprise, OR you have had a very long day."

"Would you believe that it was both?"

Dite giggled, gently shutting the washroom door behind her. She looked down at her wife, up to her shoulders in bubbles, cucumbers on her eyes, fruity face mask all over her face, and kissed the top of her half-thawed head.

"I think I would, yes. But definitely mostly the latter," Dite said, unravelling her chiton. "Wanna talk about it?"

"I drew the SHORT STRAW, DITE," Jacqueline said, her tone of voice reminding Dite of the pouting emoji as she pulled off the cucumbers, throwing her hands in the air and her head back. The wet brown tendrils of hair stuck to her shoulders; above it, the still frozen white strands bounced a little bit, the steam slowly dissipating the snow. "The SHORT STRAW!"

"Oh no," Dite said, folding her chiton and placing it on the weird ledge behind the toilet, her heart shaped fibulae gently placed on top.

"Oh YES! Can you believe it, babe? Even JACK had plans!"

"Oh, cute!" Dite said, tossing undergarments into the laundry. "What are the two of them up to today?"

"I don't know, probably fist fighting in an alley way? I don't get those two."

"Well, love is love," Dite said, gently testing the water with a finger. "And your brother and Killian have a special way of showing it."

"That's a...polite way of putting it," Jacqueline said, eating one of the cucumber slices. "Here, lemme get some hot water back in here for you."

Dragging her leg off of the rim of the tub, Jacqueline leaned forward, turning the hot water tap. She frowned, moving her hand away from the stream that came pouring out of the faucet, looking up at her wife. "Maybe you should test the water. I know it's usually too hot whenever I do it," she said with a small sideways smile, slightly flushed—and Dite knew that it wasn't from the steam.

The goddess smiled, sliding into the bath, and placing her hand under the tap. "It cooled off fast, and you're nowhere near done melting," she said, twirling the cool water tap a smidgen.

"Yeah, it's a cold one today. Very cold. Fucking freezing even. I think parts of Northern Ontario are hitting forty below. Same with the Midwest. There's like two polar vortexes, several flurries on the west coast, so Vancouver is, of course, freaking out," she said with a snicker. "I figured California could use a good scare and flurried there too, since, you know, I got SADDLED with all the WORK! Figured I may as well have some fun, y'know? Goddess of the Springs, I can't believe I got the short straw," Jacqueline said, once again doing a stellar impression of the pouty emoji. "I'm not unconvinced that Mom and Jack didn't cheat."

Dite smiled, sliding down the porcelain wall of the tub, leaning back with a happy sigh. Her wings unfurled, seemingly breathing a sigh of relief and drooping over the tub as the goddess got comfortable, the steam doing wonders to her muscles. "Well, you did an amazing job, blue eyes. There are going to be cuddles ALL OVER THE GLOBE tonight."

"I aim to please AND freeze, brown eyes," Jacqueline said with a grin, eating the other cucumber. "Anyway," she said, still chewing on the slice. "Are you done for the day? Or is this a siesta to see lil' old me? I wasn't sure how late you'd be working so timing the bath was a little bit of a challenge."

Dite laughed, sinking deeper into the tub. The bubbles went up to her neck as she sought out Jacqueline's legs, resting hers against them. She sighed, happily. "In theory, I'm done for the day! In practise, it's hard to say! Mom kidnapped Dad halfway through the morning shift."

"Does Psyche has some fun plans?"

"I guess so! She seemed excited! Anyway, I told them not to worry, I could handle the day. I mean, it's my favourite day of the year after all! Dad said he'd take the evening shift, which starts now, but I haven't heard from him yet so we'll see how it goes," Dite said, chipper.

Jacqueline sighed, sliding deeper into the water.

"What's really bugging you, babe?" Dite asked, shutting off the tap. Water sloshed out of the tub, soaking the stone floor below them. Whoops, Dite thought, watching bubbles float up from the floor.

"I had big plans for today," she admitted with a sigh. "I spent all of last week looking at ancient battle grounds to find some monsters for us to fight together today. I had two perfect locations picked out and everything! Then I was gonna make reservations at the new steak place in the South Province back at home, and then I was gonna book us one of those nice little over water beach cabins nearby so we could sit and spend the evening watching the stars and the icebergs drifting by! But then I drew the SHORT STRAW!" She said with a huff, droplets of water following her arms up into the air, the bath sloshing around her and over the rim when she crossed her arms with a splash, sinking low enough to blow bubbles in the water with her nose.

Dite sniffled. "Awwh."

Jacqueline popped out of the bubbles, looking at the blonde with concern. "Are you—are you crying?!"

"It's just. That's very very sweet of you," Dite said, with a HUGE smile, eyes tearing up.

Jacqueline flushed. "Well, it's your favourite day of the year, after all. And more importantly, I love you! Of course I'd plan something special! Shame loving your partners runs in the family."

Dite laughed. "That's not a bad thing!"

"It is when I don't get to bring my WIFE to the BEACH!"

"How about we rain cheque that?" Dite said. "For my birthday? Or yours, since that's like, around the corner."

"We can do it for yours," Jacqueline said. "After all, I planned it for you and I'm sure you already have plans for mine."

"I do indeed!" Dite said. "Thankfully, I am a planner, and I have a little plan for us this evening given that we both worked late today," she said, watching as Jacqueline's eyebrow quirked up, curious. "I stopped by that place you like in Canada, the one with the really good general tso's chicken?"

Jacqueline perked up, her back straightening. More water sloshed onto the floor. "You got us take out? From the Prosperous Lizard?"

"I did! Extra saucy and extra spicy for you! And, I stopped by all of the random little altars that pop up for me around this time and grabbed ALL of the deserts people left for offerings."

"DESSERTS?!"

"Mhmm," Dite said, nodding. "Lots of cupcakes this year! The usual chocolates, a BUNCH of roses, and, someone left us this," she said. she lifted her hand out of the water, suds drifting off as it glowed a bright pink. In front of her, a plate of chocolate dipped strawberries appeared. "Your favourite!"

"AhhhHHH! Oh my god, you were spoiled this year!"

Dite laughed. "I sure was! Which means that I get to spoil you," she said, leaning forward and booping Jacqueline's nose. "And the people who gave us these? Yeah, they get extra Hedone blessings tonight," she said with the hint of a suggestive smile.

Jacqueline sloshed forward, grabbing a strawberry and devouring it. "Mmm. This is the best," she said, sliding back down in the tub. "You're the best. I love you so goddess damned much," she said, the strawberries drifting closer to her.

"I know!" Dite said, chipper, helping herself to one of the strawberries. "And," she said, her voice sultry. "You'll love what I did with the roses."

"What you did to the. Sorry, WITH the roses?" Jacqueline quite literally squeaked, her voice cracking on the last word. Her flush deepened; the snow in her hair melting a tad bit faster. Dite's lips quirked up, a knowing little smile.

"Oh, you know," Dite said, coy, slowly sliding forward in the tub. "I spread them around the house in all the cozy spots for...ambience," she said, nose to nose with her very red wife. "Around the couch...the bed...and also, here," she said, her voice low as her hand shot up, her fingers fluttering.

Rose petals exploded, landing on the slightly runny floor and floating in the little pools of water caught in the uneven crevices of the stones. Some landed in the tub, the bubbles gently caressing the pink and red petals. A handful landed on the top of Jacqueline's head.

"Holy Hedone," Jacqueline said, flushed.

"That's my name," Hedone replied, her voice heavy and her smile. Well. Cheekily successful.

"Did you—are you. Are WE. Uh. Do you. Are you."

"You're so cute when you're all flustered," the goddess said, rubbing the face mask off of her nose and kissing the very tip.

Jacqueline smiled, this cute, warm, corkscrew-y grin that Dite had only ever seen on her when they were together. She cupped her hands, splashing water on her face and rinsing off the face mask.

"So that's a, that's a yes then?" the sprite asked, her voice going high once more.

Dite laughed, choosing to answer not with words but with a kiss.

Her lips were soft, and warm, and welcoming, and Jacqueline melted into her arms with a sigh, the rest of the snow in her hair falling right off in one go.

---

Later that evening, curled up on each other on the soft couch surrounded by all sorts of romantic flowers, a plethora of desserts laid out on the coffee table, Jacqueline glanced up at Dite.

"You know," she began, "I'm really glad we got that bigass claw foot tub," she said, pecking the underside of Dite's chin. "That was a good investment, one hundred percent."

"Oh my god, right?! I love that we both fit into it comfortably," Dite replied brightly, kissing Jacqueline's forehead. "Sitting in the hot water just being with you is," Dite sighed, happily. "Super nice."

"Hey. I love you," Jacqueline said, burying her head in Dite's shoulder. "Thanks for coming in clutch for Valentine's Day."

Dite scooped Jacqueline up, hugging her very, very tightly. "I love you too! And I hope this was a good one for you," she added with a soft smile. "Even with the short straw and the long work day."

"Easily one of my top three," Jacqueline said, snuggling even closer to Dite with a happy sigh.

"Me too," Dite said, with a soft smile filled with love. She kissed Jacqueline's messy brown head of hair. "Me too."

[borderlineheart]

It really is August isn't jt?

You're were never mine.

I don't want to lose what we have, but I still want more than you can give me. You say you're getting closer to her and your gut feeling tells you it's going to work out with her.

I hope so.

I hope that breaking my heart and throwing away my love is worth that.

I could see our lives, I saw us in the car on Christmas, I saw us sharing a kiss in the lake, holding your hand and kissing your cheek to make the anxiety go away. Already knowing your family wouldn't like me and your friends would eventually get used to you being with me.

You'd bring me flowers on valentines day you'd be my midnight kiss on new years eve.

I would pull you out of that place of darkness and we could find happiness together, become stronger together, tell the voices in our heads that this is real and they will not have control over us.

Youd be mine and I'd be yours and we would have a love we both deserved.

When you look at me the world goes away and it's just you and me.

I'm a selfish person, I don't want to share you with anyone, I want to know I'm the one you want most.

And we'd fight and find a way through it, would it be enough?

Would you resent me and my illness?

I know I am a lot.

You say that you're damaged goods, that you can't ever be good enough for people that you let others down.

You talk as if you're speaking about me, you said you were talking about yourself but we....are so similar, even down to our wounds.

I hope you get everything you want in this world, everything you want. It hurts to smile at you and long for an embrace.

I wonder if we were intimate that night...if I was your rebound would it have lasted?

Would it have saved us?

Or would we not even remain in eachothers lives?

You said you did lead me on and you knew it you did it on purpose. You play with my heart, because you want me but you're scared of me knowing you you're scared ill hurt you. You already hurt me, you keep me close but distant and now I am the one who decided we need to let our connection die.

I can't pretend we didn't go on that date, that we are not compatible, that we don't fit together like pieces of a puzzle. Because we do...that's the part that sucks; we do.

You can't let go of her, I can't let go of you...it's a triangle.

I know where I want to be.

You can't come.

I hope someday we can put this behind us and start again, I'm sure we'd make great friends, I spent my nights talking away with you.

But my heart still wants more, I need to purge my heart of your presence, you're too close.

I'm not your best friend, I'm not your girlfriend, I was somewhere in between but there still isn't room for me.

It's time to go.

[kkyaka]

|6:30 PM| ~Jean K.

Jean makes sure not to crush the bouquet of flowers he has in his hands as he opens the door, closing it softly behind him when he gets into the house. He takes his shoes off before walking into the living room, seeing his daughters sitting at the coffee table coloring and you laying on the couch, sleeping.

He crouches down in time to their level as they run towards him, bouncing in his arms as they hug him. "So, what did you do today?"

He knows that this morning, more like early in the morning, they woke the both of you up to go look at the stars, finding out that the sky would be clear. You all stayed outside until Jean had to go to work, and that's when you were finally able to usher them both back into the house.

"Well, after we looked at the stars, we went to the park!" One of his daughters says, and he has an expression of interest as he raises his eyebrows.

"Oh? How long were you there?"

"Dunno. We left after we got hungry," her twin says. "But when we got home Mommy said that it was three o'clock already."

Jean's eyes widen. "You were at the park for that long?" That's nearly five hours, and he wonders how they're still awake.

"Yep, and after we showered we started coloring."

"But every time we tried to show Mommy what we drew, she was sleep." He huffs softly as he fully stands, walking into the kitchen to set the flowers down.

"Well, Mommy's been up all day, so of course she's tired," he explains. They follow him into the living room, and he grabs the blanket that's folded over the back of the couch, draping it over you. He makes sure that the blanket is covering every part of you before he leans down to kiss your forehead softly.

Your daughters copy him, making him smile, and you barely stir, only breathing in deeply before curling into yourself a little more. He scoops them up in his arms before walking back towards the kitchen.

"How about we make some cookies while she's sleeping, hm?" They nearly jump out of his arm in excitement, and he laughs softly as he sets them down on the counter.

You and Jean don't really majorly celebrate Valentine's Day anymore, especially after having the twins, but Jean always makes it his mission to do something, even if it's small. He gets all of the ingredients together, pulling out the heart-shaped cookie cutters he had a bought a couple of years ago.

He grabs the stools from the bathroom so that they can reach the counter, and one of his daughters mixes all of the dry ingredients together while the other mixes the wet. He gives them each a turn to stir the batter, taking over when their arms get tired.

He makes sure they stay away from the oven as he puts the pan in, and he suggests to pass the time by making a card for you. They all quietly sit at the coffee table as they make the cards, but Jean knows how tired you are, so the amount of noise that your daughters are making aren't enough to wake you.

When the cookies are finished baking, he makes sure they're cooled before letting his kids decorate them. He gives them the icing, watching them closely to make sure that they don't make too much of a mess as he decorates his own.

They laugh as they put the icing on, and he can't help but watch, happy at the fact that they look more like you than him. They have your eyes and your smile, two things of the many things he loves about you.

When you wake up, your barely opened eyes immediately widen when you see that the coffee table is no longer occupied by two little girls. You sit up instantly, throwing the blanket off yourself as your noise registers something sweet. You hear giggling in the kitchen, and you quickly make your way over, sighing in relief when you see Jean standing in between your daughters.

"What're you guys doing?" you ask, and your daughters quickly turn their heads, panic on their faces.

"No, Mommy! Don't look!" One of them rushes towards you, pushing you until you turn around, and you stifle a laugh. You hear things moving behind you, not turning around until your daughter says it's okay.

You turn around, your smile dropping in surprise as they bombard you with cards, Jean in tow with a plate of cookies and flowers in his other hand. "Happy Valentine's Day, Mommy!" They say it at the same time, and you can't help but laugh, taking the cards from them before you read them.

"You guys did this for me?" you ask, willing the tears back.

"Yep! And we made you cookies!" She takes the plate from her father, presenting them to you.

"They look amazing! Did you guys decorate them?" They nod vigorously, and you take one, biting into it. "Well, they are amazing. You did really good." You take the plate from them as you give them each a heart-shaped cookie as you take another bite from yours.

While they're distracted, Jean walks up to you, giving you a soft kiss. "Happy Valentine's Day." You take the flowers from him, your smile so big, your face is starting to hurt.

"You planned all this?" you ask, bringing the flowers up to your nose to smell as he shrugs.

"Not really. I wanted to give you a break since I heard they wore you out."

You scoff as you shake your head. "They definitely did. I thought they would fall asleep after the park, but they had other plans." You both laugh as you glance at your kids, and Jean turns back to you.

"I love you," he tells you softly.

You lean up to kiss him again. "I love you, too, Jean," you respond. "Happy Valentine's Day."

[libraryofloveletters]

a floofy concept: nick amaro kind of getting really into valentine’s day because he just wants to dote on you and it’s kinda surprising but really sweet 🥺

please that’s so cute also I'm watching svu as I write this loool 

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Nick wasn't always an overly affectionate guy. Not one for pda or huge romantic gestures but he knew how to make a girl feel special and he always made sure you felt special. 

The last few valentine’s days have come and gone. Both you and Nick had to work- downside of him being law enforcement and you being medical personnel but there was always a bunch of your favourite flowers waiting for you at home whether he was home or not. 

This year valentine was no different, Nick was gone by the time you got up but there were you flowers sitting on the bedside table with a note from your husband. The note was the same as every year. 

sorry I couldn't be there, had to head out. happy valentine’s day mi amor

You sigh, getting up and deciding to get dressed for work, you were startled when the front door opened. You weren’t excepting anyone and no one but you and Nick had keys to your place. 

“Nick?” you hesitantly step into the hallway.

He answers you, “yeah baby, just me.” he calls back, relief washing over you. You walk out into the kitchen to see him with bags and boxes, he sets them all on the counter. 

He was still in his sweats from his run this morning, you remember because he came over and gave you a kiss before heading out. “What’s all this?” your elbows propped up on the counter when you look over at him. 

“We're spending the day together.” he flashes you that charming smile of his, rounding the counter to pull you into a hug. You lean back, his arms still around you. “We both have work- at least I do” glancing down at his outfit and back up at him. 

Nick shook his head, “called us both out, your aunt Peggy passed away unfortunately.” 

“I don’t have an aunt peg- oh.” you chuckle. smiling at your husband. “You’re bad.” 

“You’re grieving aunt Peggy and you need my support. Not my fault she decided to pass away today, on valentines of all days.” Nick says, deadpan. You can't help but laugh which makes him smile. 

You turn your attention back to the bags and boxes on the counter, Nick’s still hugging you but from behind now. “So what are we gonna do all day?” your hands rest on his. 

“I bought breakfast and then I figured I'd cook us dinner.” he hums, kissing your shoulder. 

You smile, relaxing against him. “That sounds perfect but what about the rest of the time?” 

Nick lets go of you, you shiver at the loss of warmth. He slides a red box wrapped in a neat black bow across the counter and over to you. “That’s what this is for,” that boyish grin on his face as he watches you unwrap the box. 

A baby blue set sat in the box, perfectly wrapped. You glance over at him, his eyes shifting from the box to you. “That's the other part.” you throw a questioning glance at him. 

He nods, a grin on his face. He grabs the box and your hand before he pulls you in the direction of the bedroom. “Nick! What around breakfast ?” 

“That can wait, I want something else.” 

[wasabito]

➽ corruption collab masterlist — hosted by @ultimate-astridwriting and @bummie ♥️

➽ note: definitely gonna come back and edit this a bit more because threesomes are hard as fuck, no pun intended lmao happy v-day everyone!

➽ word count: 3.2k

➽ cw/tags: polyamory + body worship + threesome + praise kink + public sex + choking + handjobs/fingering + vaginal sex + squirting + established relationship

➽ pairing: akaashi x fem!reader x bokuto

💿 1. nasty — ariana grande || 2. come on — jhene aiko

With Valentine's Day fast approaching, it becomes rather apparent that love and romance are in the air. Storefronts are decorated in bubblegum pinks and reds. Flower shops promote their special bouquet arrangements at discounted prices. Even your favorite hole in the wall coffee shop has fallen prey to the spirit of cupid as they announce their new strawberry shortcake dessert and heart-shaped scones.

In lieu of staying home for the third night this week, your boyfriends escort you to dinner at an upscale restaurant in the city. They treat you to a five-course meal and a bottle of wine even pricier than the dinner itself. One would think, after three years of dating, you would no longer be caught unawares by their spontaneity. And yet, here they are, once again pulling the rug from underneath your four-inch heels.

Your gaze flickers from Akaashi's tranquil smile to Bokuto's wide grin.

Adjusting the napkin in your lap, you open your mouth to speak, then pause as the right words fail it come. Brain short-circuiting instead, you let out a confused, "Huh?!"

"We're taking you to Italy!" Bokuto repeats, about ready to hop out of his seat with excitement. He looks to Akaashi, "Three nights in Venice, right 'Kaashi?"

"Yes, we decided on Venice after you told us you'd always wanted to visit. Remember Koutarou's birthday last year?"

"But that was like months ago! Did you two honestly hold onto that drunk little confession this entire time?"

"Of course."

"Yup!!"

It's in moments like these when you are reminded of their history together, first as teammates playing volleyball, and eventually close friends. Not much longer after that, you'd met and fallen for Akaashi, then Bokuto, and thus began the relationship of today. While you find it a little ridiculous, it seems neither of them has any qualms about this trip.

After all, you are their lovely girlfriend. Why wouldn't they want to make your wishes come true?

Bokuto claps his hands, eyes sparkling. "Everything's already planned out, babe, so don't worry your pretty little head, okay?"

You can't argue with that. Reaching over, you take Bokuto's hand in your right and Akaashi's in your left. "Alright, since you two went to all this trouble for me, I guess I'll just sit back and enjoy it."

♥️

Venice is just as beautiful as you imagined.

It looks as if it's floating upon blue-green waters with lots of sunshine, beautiful architecture, and a vibrancy that makes it feel like the city has a life of its own. You are grateful you didn't come by yourself. There is no way you would've enjoyed it without Akaashi and Bokuto at your side.

"We're about a ten-minute walk from Piazza San Marco," Akaashi says as he taps his glasses. His sharp gaze is locked on the map in his hands, likely committing most landmarks and details to memory. "Would you like to check it out?"

"Yeah! Let's do it."

"Off we go, go, go!"

Thus, a majority of your first day in Venice is spent sightseeing.

The three of you take a gondola ride through Canale Grande, then have a peek into the Gallerie Dell'Accademia at Akaashi's insistence, though naturally, you wouldn't have come all the way to Italy and not visited at least one art museum. Afterward, the three of you go to the Le Mercerie shopping district and buy gifts for your friends before finally taking a pit stop for the most delicious gelato in the city.

The sunsets sooner than expected, casting the entire block in deep red hues. Bokuto's mood is greatly influenced by it, and the jetlag certainly doesn't help. He props himself against you, nuzzling you in a way that says he's itching for a kiss.

"Tired, Kou?"

Bokuto hums. "A little... More hungry than anything."

He leans in and pecks your lips with a sated smile. "Maybe I should eat you. I mean, how is it my girl's so damn cute? Not fair, I can't resist."

You snort at Bo's silliness but can't help shivering a little at the tiny implication of his words. He always did like to lay his head on your thighs, leaving a trail of kisses and love bites where he could.

So, the thought of him eating you out made you squeeze your thighs together.

Akaashi approaches with your frozen treats held between his long fingers; having overheard Bokuto earlier, he tucks his wallet back into his pocket.

"We'll get some dinner after we drop off these shopping bags. How does that sound?"

You eagerly take your gelato from him with a smile.

"Sounds like a plan."

Akaashi nods, standing at your other side, close enough to brush elbows though not as close as Bokuto, who was nearly hovering.

The three of you are in one of the narrow, maze-like streetways, basking in the warm, early evening glow. The sweet taste of fruit and cream on your tongue fills you with so much contentment, especially while being with your favorite people. You aren't sure if anything could top the way you currently felt, and the trip has just barely started.

Upon arriving at your temporary place of residence, a quaint little villa on the waterfront just along the shore of Punta Sabbioni Beach, Bokuto immediately kicks off his sandals, dumps the bags, and promptly falls asleep on the couch.

"It's so weird seeing Kou like this." You remark. "On any normal day, he's brimming with almost too much energy, but now he's all tired."

"Well, he did stay up an entire twelve hours on the plane. It was only a matter of time before fatigue caught up to him." Akaashi picks up Bokuto's shoes with practiced ease and places them by the others.

There is a fond smile running along the edges of his mouth as he tucks a throw around the man's larger frame. You help him adjust a spare pillow under Bo's head and then set off to explore the rest of the area.

It seemed like everything about Venice was taken straight out of a romance film, with its cobblestone paths, gothic cathedral architecture, crisp ocean waters, and authentic Italian cuisine. It is no wonder the city's known to draw hapless souls together in romance. Even you fell subject to it, and by each passing moment, you crave to be with your boyfriends.

You are standing at the balcony overlooking the beach, satisfied with your inspection of the villa when Akaashi comes to stand behind you. He holds onto the railings, caging you in his arms, and rests his chin on your shoulder.

"He was right, you know." He murmurs. "You do look good enough to eat."

Blunt as ever. Apparently, something's never change.

Though one might say that Akaashi is as he's always been after high school and college, there is no denying his boost in confidence. After all, he had landed not one but two rather attractive partners.

He kisses your cheek, then your jaw, before latching onto your neck.

The sun's scenic view on the horizon, reflecting upon the beach sands of gold and shimmering orange waves, makes for an excellent backdrop.

You turn to face Akaashi and pull him into a heated kiss. His lips convey a sense of devotion to you, and with each press of them against yours, you can feel just how bad he's yearning for more.

"Kei," you whisper. "Let's go inside."

In a moment, Akaashi whisks you off your feet quite similar to how Bokuto would, though you both don't even make it to the bedroom.

Your other partner had sat up on the sofa, hair flat on one side, scrubbing his eyelids.

"Guys, I'm freaking starving!" Bokuto groans. "Let's get some food or something."

He doesn't even notice how you and Akaashi are breathing heavy or how your clothes are sporting wrinkles that were not previously there. Regardless, Akaashi has food delivered while you went ahead to shower the day's journey away. There are still two days left. You'd get your chance with them at some point.

♥️

Sadly, the entirety of day two is spent indoors. Heavy sheets of rain continue to fall, muddying the shoreline. The three of you huddle on the sofa wrapped in blankets with subtitled movies playing in the background.

Even though you would've much rather been out exploring in the city, just sharing in your boyfriend's warmth would suffice for now. Akaashi hands you a steaming cup of something rich in both color and smell.

"What's this?"

"Just espresso." He takes the empty seat beside you.

You savor the taste while leaning against his shoulder. "Mm, nice."

Bokuto keeps his head on your lap, loving how you thread your fingers into his hair.

It is a tranquil kind of peace that soon lulls you to sleep.

Later, when you finally wake up, it's dark, and you're alone. A blanket had been tucked around your shoulders to shield you from the sudden chill. At some point, the television had been shut off along with every light in the room. You might've been a little scared if not for the voices coming from the second floor. Slowly, you creep up the winding staircase, dragging along the blanket around your shoulders.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Bokuto chuckles. "You're finally up!"

His hair is down, wet from his shower, and he holds a thin towel together around his waist. In his hand is a cellphone, and he doesn't hesitate to shove the screen into your face. "Say hi, Tetsu!"

"Hi Y/N, how's it going?"

You blink slowly, still trying to wake yourself up.

"Kuroo, hey… I'm well. How are you?"

"Great, just about to head out for a late lunch. I hear it's almost ten pm over there."

"Yeah, it's an eight-hour time difference."

You and Kuroo continue to chat while Bokuto towels off his hair and puts on clothes. Afterward, you let Bokuto resume his conversation and join Akaashi on the bed. The man had gone full editor-mode with his glasses propped up in his hair as he read through some work documents.

When you approach, he greets you with a kiss on the cheek. "You look well-rested."

"Is that your way of telling me I have drool on my cheek, Keiji?"

He cracks a tiny smile, eyes taking in your features, then he pokes your cheek with his index finger. "Perhaps."

You scrub the corners of your mouth with your sleeve and drape yourself over Akaashi, work be damned. This was supposed to be a special weekend for relaxing.

"I really wanted to go to the beach today." You pout.

Akaashi interlocks his fingers with yours. "Maybe we still can. It stopped raining a few hours ago."

"Really?!"

You hop off the bed and head for the window. He's right, the rain had long stopped, and the beach lay bare, lit by only the moonlight.

Maybe a short walk to the beach would do you some good.

♥️

The grains of sand feel cold against your feet without the sun to beat down on them, but you don't complain. The air is humid enough on its own that you forgo wearing actual clothes and instead wear a swimsuit along with Bokuto's old Fukurōdani windbreaker.

You walk along the shore, toes digging into the sand, letting the ocean waves lap at your feet to wash them clean again.

At first, it's so eerily quiet without a soul around except you, but even that doesn't last long. You hear Bokuto's voice bellow into the night as he jogs towards you in nothing but swim trunks. Behind him, Akaashi trails slowly after with a blanket in hand.

"We thought you might want some company." He says and spreads the cover on the sand several feet away from the water, content with just watching.

Bokuto grabs your hand and you go running to the water with him, but a second later, you both come sprinting back.

"It's freezing!"

"S-So co-co-cold!"

You collapse on top of him, fingers splayed across his bare chest. However, when you try to sit up, Bokuto has other plans. He keeps you pressed to his chest with both arms around your waist.

"Let me keep you warm, baby!"

You know he meant it in the most innocent way, but you can't help but think other thoughts. Your nerves fray at the image that blooms in your head and spreads like wildfire.

And as Akaashi strokes your back, you know he's probably read your mind.

It's the way your eyes seem to glitter with want that gives it away. Akaashi has always been rather observant, and so your silent cues are something he's always been privy to.

His nimble fingers curve around the nape of your neck, and he tilts his head to capture your lips in a kiss. This one is unlike the one from yesterday. There is no rush, no desire to quicken his haste; instead, he savors the taste of you like it's something to be thoroughly enjoyed.

Underneath you, Bokuto stirs, growing aroused at the sight of his two lovers' kiss. He can't decide whether he wants to join in or sit back and watch. But his large hand comes down to stroke your ass, resulting in a moan you breathe directly into Akaashi's mouth.

"You're not usually so forthcoming, Keiji," you whisper against his lips. "Eager, are we?"

Akaashi pulls away just enough to pepper your face in feathery kisses. "Can you blame me? When I have such a lovely girlfriend here."

As if confirming his words, he slips a hand under your jacket and cups your breast. The pads of his thumb brush along the seams of your bathing suit, caressing your nipple.

"Kou, let's show Y/N just how much we love her, yes?"

Bokuto didn't need to be told twice. He had been in entranced by you and Akaashi, completely taken by the way your lips danced upon one another. But now, he wanted more than anything to touch you, kiss you, hold you.

Bokuto cradles you in his lap, propping your legs open with his knees so Akaashi can kneel in front of you. It didn't take much for him to relieve you of your clothing, namely your swimming bottoms. But the second the air hits your bare cunt, you feel tense.

You aren't sure what it was, but the atmosphere is different. Both Akaashi and Bokuto are so focused on you, it feels like you're under a spotlight.

"You're so pretty, so beautiful," Bokuto says while squeezing your thighs. His warm breath tickles your ear as he presses his nose into your neck. Next, his lips follow suit. "Wanna fuck you, so bad baby. You'd like that, right?"

His words earn him a chuckle from Akaashi, who merely licks two of his fingers, wetting them and sliding into you. Your mouth parts, shaky breaths barely expelled from your lungs. You're hyper-aware of the fact that you're literally being fingered on a beach in the middle of the night, and you can't bring yourself to care. It feels good to be pampered by the two men you love.

For every moan, Akaashi gives you double for your efforts, thrusting his fingers just right, curving them in such a way that has your back arching off Bokuto, who has also taken to fondling your nipples. With every roll of his hips, you feel his cock against your ass, and it pushes you further into Akaashi's fingers.

Your impending orgasm sweeps by so close and yet so far away. All you can do is rock yourself faster.

"Please," you whimper. "W-Wanna come."

Akaashi crooks his fingers, pressing into the perfect spot that sends you hurtling over the edge. Your cunt spasms around his fingers, clenching in intervals you have no control over until his hand is coated with your wet, slick juices that keep coming the more you squirt all over him.

"She's so wet 'Kaashi. Look at our pretty girl."

Akaashi places a chaste kiss on your forehead with a smile.

"She's doing well, so far. Let's see if she can keep going."

Bokuto shimmies his shorts off enough to free his hard cock. He had been uncharacteristically patient until now, but that was soon to change as he lines himself up with your cunt, teasing you with just the tip.

Your whining is unintelligible, but both men understand you more or less.

"Give the pretty girl what she wants," Akaashi says. He strokes his own hard-on at the sight of Bokuto's pushing past your wet folds. "I know she can take more than that."

Bokuto has always been girthy, and it takes you more than a few seconds to adjust to his size, but when you finally do, it feels like heaven.

The position you're in gives Bokuto all the power to thrust into you like a ragdoll. But it's only when you make eye contact with Akaashi that you realize that it's, in fact, the other way around for him in particular. From where he sits, stroking his cock with flushed cheeks and choked moans, you see just how much control you have over him.

"Kiss me." You moan.

Akaashi doesn't let you repeat yourself. He kisses you long and hard even as you grip his throat with one hand and his hair with the other. He kisses you until his lips are red and bruised.

"Good boy. Both of y-you."

Bokuto groans loudly. "Say it again. Keep saying it!"

"Y-You're both so good. I-" your hips stutter against Akaashi's fingers that are rubbing circles into your clit. "Good, so good-"

That's all it takes to take Bokuto over the edge, blowing his load. "Perfect, so fucking perfect."

You can feel another orgasm swelling up inside your belly. You try to tell them but can't, too overcome by the feeling of your body tingling with desire. It's too much, overwhelmingly so; your vision blurs with unshed tears as Bokuto continues to pound into sopping pussy. Pleasure floods every fiber of your being until you're limp and every nerve in your body is set alight.

Bokuto slips out of you easily, a string of his semen following.

You can only look on in a drowsy haze as Bokuto leans over and kisses you and then Akaashi, working him over with a tight fist.

♥️

The following morning, you’re the first to wake, but only because there’s a limb jammed into your back and a heavy weight on your chest. It takes you a moment to realize, but it’s Bokuto’s elbow poking you and Akaashi’s head resting on you.

All three of you are a tangle of limbs in bed, but you aren’t sure how you’d gotten there.

“G’mornin’” Bokuto breathes. His lips caress the column of your neck.

“Morning.”

You shift into a more comfortable position. Though doing so presses Akaashi’s morning wood against your thigh.

“Keiji, you awake yet?”

“Mmm barely.” Akaashi looks up at you through his lashes, then smiles and nuzzles closer into your chest.

Bokuto, content with being your big spoon, reaches over to touch Akaashi, hands cupping his cheek. “It’s Valentine’s Day!”

“That’s true, should we do something special.”

Thinking about the previous night, you feel desire stirring in your gut. “Could we just... do it again?”

Both men look to each other then back at you, sporting matching smiles.

“Why not?”