#but I guess that's what made it so special this year

[mejaemin]

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valentine boy

˚ʚ jeong jaehyun ɞ˚

final day of my valentine’s day countdown!

wc ♡ 1.9k

summary ♡ it may be jaehyun’s birthday, but he still likes to celebrate you, and does so in the form of four love letters.

warnings ♡ suggestive, fluff, SO MUCH LOVE IT’S DISGUSTING, jae is SUCH a sap and SUCH a romantic in this, my heart hurts

lia's note ♡ happy birthday to my love, my light. i miss jaehyun so much, and he’s really so special to me. i couldn’t help but pour my heart into this, and i wouldn’t have it any other way

playlist 🎧 completely - jaehyun, best part - daniel caesar ft. h.e.r. , give you the world - steve lacy, sunny days - wave to earth

congrats to those who guessed jaehyun for day nine! @cigsaftersuh and @jae10velies are two very smart cookies 🌹🫶🏽

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when you roll over in bed, first thing in the morning, you reach your hand out for your boyfriend, only to be met with nothing. popping one eye open, the bed is empty, the bed made on his side. sighing, you sit up, waking yourself up to go find him, when you finally notice the envelope laying on his pillow.

letter one ♡˚₊‧⁺˖

‘good morning my sweet thing ♡ happy valentine’s day.. if i’m not back by the time you wake up and open this, i went to visit my parents for a little. we’ve got a long day ahead of us, but mom wanted to see me for a little since, her words, “your birthday comes first, yuno! come visit your mom before you spend the day with your girlfriend.” i would’ve brought you, but you looked so pretty and peaceful while sleeping, and it would’ve ruined my plan, so i left you home. on that note, i know you told me not to do anything for you today, but i can’t help it :( spoiling you is my favorite, and it’s how i want to spend mine our day, okay? now, once you’re ready to get up, there’s something waiting for you in the bathroom…’

the ending of the letter is quite ominous, but it leaves a smile on your face nonetheless. you tell him every year to let you do all the gift giving, fully ready to discard valentine’s day and put his day first, especially when the former was made as a way for companies to gain money. still, he insists on celebrating you at the same time.

getting up out of bed, you make your way to the bathroom to get ready. as soon as you walk in, there’s another envelope taped to the sink mirror. pulling it out of the way, you set it aside to get yourself ready. the whole time you’re washing your face, brushing your teeth, you have to stop yourself from smiling at the idea of what’s to come later on in the day. jaehyun’s always been a loverboy, to an almost poetic extent, and upon looking at the letter sitting next to you, you’re sure there’s more to come, and you can’t wait to read all the loving words he’ll say to you. once done, you take the letter and sit back down on the bed to read it.

letter two ♡˚₊‧⁺˖

‘now that you’re opening this letter, i’ll assume you’ve woken up then? good, because i’ll be back in the afternoon to start our day. i wish i could be there to get ready with you, watch you open your first gift, but since i can’t, why don’t you check the closet? i’ve picked something out for you that i know will look perfect on you. i can’t wait to see it on you, and confirm my prediction. i can envision it now, you’d look so beautiful in that dress, it’ll compliment you perfectly.. okay, i have to stop now, or i’ll have a problem. anyway, enjoy your outfit my love ♡‘

with a smile you go over to your shared closed excitedly, pulling the door open and flicking the light on to reveal a beautiful dress in your favorite color right at the front of your clothing rack. pulling it off the hanger you immediately get dressed in it, stepping back to look at it on in the mirror. it’s fits perfectly, complimenting your body shape in all the best ways. when you look back in the closet for shoes to pair with it, there’s another envelope on the floor that you must’ve missed.

letter three ♡˚₊‧⁺˖

‘you’re getting dressed now, aren’t you? i hope you like the outfit. if not, don’t worry, we can get something else when we go out, okay? don’t stress. now, i’ll be wrapping up with mom pretty soon, so why don’t you finish your routine, okay? do yourself up however you like, in whatever way makes you feel prettiest. i’ll love it regardless. when you’re done, there’s something out in the kitchen, okay? i love you so much, baby. enjoy.’

with a soft giggle, you sit down at your vanity and start putting yourself together. even in the letter, jaehyun always reminds you of how much he loves you, in every form that you can take. he always uses the gentlest and most loving language he can, holding your heart with the most care. his love is so strong that when you fix your hair and do your makeup, you don’t feel a need to try too hard, doing the bare minimum, and thanks to him, you feel good about yourself just like that.

with the final touches of your appearance done, you grab your phone off the charger and check it for the first time today before you do anything. without fail, jaehyun’s texted you a string of good morning messages and words of love. you of course send some in return, thanking him for the letters and lightly teasing him for being a sap. you share a laugh before you shut the device off, making your way to the kitchen where your jaw drops.

there’s an entire display on the kitchen counter, rose petals scattered over the granite with a full bouquet in the middle, a bundle of prada gift bags sitting next to it. there’s a teddy bear as well, and one final letter with a card propped open next to it, reading ‘will you be my valentine?’ with the most perfect penmanship. you snap a photo, sending it to him with your reply, an obvious yes, before opening the last letter.

letter four ♡˚₊‧⁺˖

‘again, happy valentine’s day my love! i hope you enjoy all the gifts i put out for you. i know what you’re thinking, by the way. you’re mad that i’m spending money on you when it’s my birthday, aren’t you? if i were to tell you i’m sorry, i’d be lying, and that’s just not something i can ever see myself doing to you. more than anything, today is a day of love, and i’d rather celebrate us than make it all about me. my birthday wish is to keep you by my side and love you forever, every inch of you, and it just so happens that the day of love is at the same time. now, may i tell you why i love you so deeply?

we’ve known each other forever, and i’ve seen you grow into a beautiful, beautiful woman, with a wonderful personality that can warm an entire room. your laugh is more beautiful than any song i’ll hear in my life, and your smile is so bright, blinding in a way that makes me never want to look away. i’d let my eyes burn to nothing if it means i can continue to see it. i love the way you carry yourself as well, so thoughtful and considerate to everyone around you. you have so much love and kindness in your heart, and i’m so lucky to be a recipient of it. i’ve learnt so much from you as well, and i’m so grateful for the person you’ve helped shape me into. you’re truly everything i’ve ever wanted and more. i’ll cherish every piece of you that you give me with my whole being, and i promise to never let it go. my love for you is unconditional, and i’ll trace every ridge, scar, or imperfection in your body with nothing but adoration because it’s all perfect in my eyes.

i’ll save the rest of my sentiments for when i can say it out loud, okay? save you some reading. for now, remember that i love you with everything i have. happy valentine’s day, my love, my sweet, my peach.

-your forever only, jaehyun ♡’

his words are so beautiful, and you have to get a paper towel to hold to the corners of your eyes to stop the tears from messing up your makeup. he’s always so shy about things like this, getting flushed in the cheeks and ears at even the most simple words of affirmation. you know he’s a romantic at heart, but it still blows your mind every time you see him take a pen to help convey how he feels. he always lets his true feelings out when he has pen and paper, and it makes you cry without fail every single time. he really knows how to touch your heart, his words so sweet and loving.

you’re busy unboxing everything, a pair of sunglasses and a new bag in your hands, still letting his love letter sink in. you’re so stuck in your own world that you don’t even notice that jaehyun returned until his arms wrap around your stomach, his chest pressing into your back. his lips press against your temple, then your nape, and your eyes flutter shut as your body leans into his.

“happy valentine’s day.” he speaks softly, spinning you around in your barstool so you’re facing him.

your arms reach around his neck, pulling him closer so you can leave a sweet kiss on his lips. “thank you, baby.” you give him another one, “and happy birthday to you.”

he thanks you, pulling you flush to his body. you stay there, encased in his strong arms for what could be forever, you don’t know nor do you care, because it’s warm, safe, and comfortable. his head rests on top of yours, one hand gliding up and down the side of your body, the other on the back of your head. he’ll kiss your crown a few times, soaking in your scent, before pulling away.

your hands are intertwined, resting in your lap. “now that we’ve celebrated us, can it be your turn now?” you smile up at him, and his face is full of love.

his cheeks turn rosy, and he nods. you’re immediately up and out of your seat, shuffling your way into your bedroom where you pull out a birthday themed gift bag and box, followed by a valentine’s day basket. he opens them, overjoyed to see a photo album with a collective of polaroids from the past year, along with a new vinyl for his collection. the basket has a bunch of candies and small trinkets, along with a stuffed animal of the animal you’ve always said represents you. his smile reaches his ears as he looks through all his gifts, and a billion kisses are left all over your face as a thank you.

even more happiness fills his eyes when you take his cake out of the fridge, lighting the silly cartoon candles and singing to him. when you finish, he’s very thoughtful as he blows the candles out. you share it together, small enough to have in one sitting before putting all your new items away to finally head out for the day. he continues to treat you the entire time you guys are out, buying nearly everything you touch and complimenting you for even the littlest things. he has so much love to give to you, and it’s not even because of the holiday, or his birthday. he conveyed it to you many times throughout his letters, that he’s constantly thankful for you and your presence in his life, regardless of the date or who’s being celebrated more. the love continues to show even when you go back home, wrapping up the day, when there’s yet another display on the bed that wasn’t there before, which he lays you down on and continues to give you all the love he has.

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[gyeomsweetgyeom]

Just thinking about Fratboy!Jaehyun... who yes, of course he knows his birthday is on Valentine's Day, but that doesn't mean he's not going to ask you, his girlfriend, to be his valentine. He doesn't care that it's his birthday all that much because at the end of the day, he still wants you to feel special and loved.

So on February 13th, he comes home from his classes with a pretty bouquet of roses in his hands and a card with some cheesy pun and a smile on his face. Who would have guessed that the former fuckboy of Nu Chi Theta would be so excited to be in a committed, loving relationship and excited to ask his girlfriend of over a year to be his for a day that was usually all about him?

He comes into the frat house, sets his backpack near the staircase and finds you sitting on a couch far too dirty and unworthy of someone as precious as you and simply smiles. He loves how comfortable you are in a house that was once drowning in testosterone, you made it better for everyone.

"Sweetheart," he starts, entering your line of sight, "I know Valentine's Day is a little different for us, but I still wanted to ask, like I have before, if you'd like to be my valentine?"

You pout at Jaehyun with pure and utter affection, "Baby! I'd love to!"

Jaehyun leans down to press a kiss against your lips and hands you the bouquet and the card, "perfect, we can celebrate the day after tomorrow-"

"Well, I didn't finish," you reply awkwardly, "Haechan kind of already asked me to be his valentine..."

Jaehyun's face falls, "tell me you said no."

"Baby," you whine, cupping his face, "he's one of my best friends!"

"And I'm your boyfriend! Hello?! You can't be another guy's valentine on my birthday!"

"Well, it's not like we'll be going on a date or anything! We're just making each other valentine's baskets and that's it," you explain, pressing what you hope is a calming kiss against his lips.

"But it's my birthday," Jaehyun protests with a pout.

"Exactly, my love, so you know I like to treat you on your birthday. I'll spend the night tonight, tell you happy birthday right when the clock strikes midnight, we can put some of these flower petals to good use, and I have a special surprise for your eyes only," you whisper huskily, eyes dark while you trail soft, teasing kisses up the side of Jaehyun's neck.

He feels himself melting against the stained cushions of the couch, finding that in this moment he would say yes to anything you say or ask. His eyes fall shut, enjoying the feel of your soft lips against his sensitive skin while one of your hands finds its way under the worn cotton of his t-shirt, nails trailing over the pale skin of his abs. You smirk against his skin as a shiver runs down his spine, he's so pliable and docile in your hands when he's like this.

The make out session, foreplay, teasing— whatever, is interrupted when you both hear a sing songy, "oh, Sweetheart!"

You pull away from you boyfriend with a confused pinch in your brows. It comes as a surprise to both you and Jaehyun when you find the Jaehyun's core frat brothers walking toward the two of you all holding beautiful flower arrangements in their hands, your favorite snacks, and stuffed animals.

"What is going on?" Jaehyun breathes out, eyes zeroed in on his frat brothers with a matching look of confusion on his face.

"Sweetheart," Yuta starts.

"Will you," Johnny carries on.

"Be our," Jungwoo continues.

"Valentine?" Mark finishes off.

"God, another 7 guys to share you with?" Jaehyun breathes under his breath before turning his attention to the guys, "you guys know she's my girlfriend, right?"

"Jaehyun, she's frat sweetheart. This is literally the least we can do," Doyoung explains with a look that leaves no room for complaints.

And Jaehyun can't even find it in himself to complain, not when he sees the look of pure joy and the tears of happiness in your eyes as you go down the line and hug your friends one by one while accepting the gifts. He's so in love with you.

a/n: trying out a bit of a different format here

[chevxyn]

tropes!

blue lock characters as romance stories genre.

fluff, written, romantic, alternate universes.

valentines special.

note; happy valentines day everyone, sorry that i have not been uploading; i am so busy these days :((

ROMANTIC COMEDY — Shidou, Karasu, Otoya.

Shidou, would be the all time favorite male lead if he was in a romantic comedy. you’re the opposite of him. he was loud, and you were quiet.

One of the most embarrassing thing he did was when he came up to you, and fell midway. As you went to him to ask him if he’s fine, he did those cringe pick up lines. Let me just, re-enact that scene;

It was after school, you had just finished your day to day activities, including extracurriculars. Now Shidou, (for whatever reasons) decided to wait for you.

When you went out of your extracurricular room, he suddenly ran himself to you, and before he could jump to you, he fell.

Your eyes widened as you walk towards him, crouching down to his level. And before you could ask if he’s fine, his gaze went to you, finger-guns pointing at you, he says, “Did you see that? Guess you can say, I fell for you.” and winked.

You cringed internally before chuckling, before helping Shidou to stand up, and you both walked back home.

He would also joke to you about him liking his friend that is in his football team more, but if he would really be honest. He would choose you anytime and any day, rather than him.

Karasu, his story on how he fell for you is kind of ironic. So somebody liked you, and told him about it. And he thought, Hey.. What if I matchmake? he did, but, it didn’t turn out like he thought it would be.

When he decided to ask you to become his tutor (even tho he was pretty smart), you agreed cause he said the opposite. Not knowing it was solely to just figure out what you liked and don’t. Unknown to him, with how the two of your chemistry worked. He fell for you too.

“So, you were trying to set me up with someone else?” You chuckled and his hand slithered to your shoulder, “Maybe.” he looks at you.

“You’re not a really good wingman, Tabi.” you said, and he glanced at your direction. “How did they act when they found out we were dating instead?”

“Well, safe to say, they hate me” He smirked and you just leaned into his shoulder, giving a small smile, “But atleast I now have the most amazing tutor.” As he said that you gave his back a small hit, “What was that for?”

“For making me giving my all to tutor you, just to figure out you are smart enough.” with that, he just gave out a small laugh; and he kisses the side of your hair mumbling a small ‘I love you’.

So yeah, he was suppose to matchmake you, he was the one who fell and got you. To him, you’re the most perfect person, and nothing could make you mediocre.

Otoya, he is someone that made a bet. yeah, him, and his friends made a bet on if he could try and get that quiet person on their class.

When he agreed to the bet, everytime he made a move on you, you kinda just ignored him since you knew of his reputation. But after weeks of him pressuring you to go out with him, you agreed.

And he took you to a festival, only to realize at that festival, you are that kind of someone that he would admire. And eventually, he did fell for you, without the feeling of you being bothersome.

“Is this another bet?” You were standing beside him, a year at the same spot they had their first date. You knew about the bet a week after they made it, you weren’t dumb. But you didn’t expect he would fall for you and vice versa.

But here is the two of you, coming back here, at the same night and place of where they saw the fireworks together. “I don’t do bets anymore, babe.”

You just smiled and turned your gaze towards him, “And I don’t play with someone’s feelings.” He continued, “Anymore.” you finished and he held your shoulder.

And he promised as such, to himself. That he will be committed to you, since in the years he had lived, you are the only one that made him comfortable enough.

ROMANTIC FANTASY — Sae, Ness, Kaiser

Sae, He was the Crowned Prince of the Northern Kingdom. Who was the elder brother of your soon to be betrothed, you both first met in the Garden.

The first time you saw him, the two of you didn’t think much of eachother. Although, fate played a game. And the two of you would bump into eachother constantly, from the Library to the same Garden.

Eventually you both did talk more than you would with his brother, and when his father figured it out. They re-arranged the plan. And surprisingly, the two of you didn’t mind.

“[name],” it has been a few months since the two of you got married, and the two of you are set to lead the kingdom together. he called you, and your glance went to him. “Hm?”

“Ever thought what would’ve happened if you had married my brother?” he asked, his hand searching for yours, and when they held eachother, you gave a subtle smile, “i would assume it’d be a less interesting story.”

“I’m glad I got to marry you, Sae.” you said and he smiled, before pulling you close to him. “So am I,” he was so sure he wouldn’t fall for anyone during his life. So at that time when he met you at the Garden, and so on, he knew what true love is, and that is you.

So did he fell for you on the first sight? possibly, did he plan the ‘fate’ on meeting you everytime? definitely.

Ness, You were the knight of the kingdom, While you were walking the halls of the castle, a guy, that looked around your age, was searching for something.

At first, he looked like a guy that was gonna steal something from the hall, and when you stopped him, he panicked and introduced himself.

He was the new Magician, a new entertainer for the King and Queen. He introduced himself as Alexis, a guy from the North.

You apologized for scaring him and he was okay with it, and from there, the two of you were friends. Although there was something there that you couldn’t see.

“So, you defeated a dragon?” Alexis was surprised when you mentioned it and was admired of you, not that he wasn’t. “I did, it wasn’t that hard anyways.”

“You’re so easy to be admired, [name].” A pink hue could be seen in his cheek, and you just chuckled, “Thank you. I mean, you’re an awesome magician too.”

“What— no no, I have a frien—“ You let out a small ‘shh’ sound, “I wanna hear more about you, not that guy.” His cheeks reddened and he nodded. The sunset accompanied them, as they would get to know eachother better.

Kaiser, he was a general, during the war against another, he got shot by an arrow. He thought it was over, when he felt his vision getting blurry and darkened.

He never expected that he would wake up in a forest home, where an Elf came to his aid. It was you, you were kind enough to find him and took him in.

He thought the Elves was just myth, infact he thought he had died and this was just an Angel, but it proved him wrong when you touched his face just to let him know how real you are.

He didn’t wanna leave yet, not when an Elf looking Angel came to his rescue. Infact, he seems interested in you, as you are to him.

“You’re cute, ya know that?” He said to you, and your eyes averted it’s gaze to him, “Hum?” He glanced at your pointed ears, and how you looked at him.

“Come home with me.” He said and you frowned, you know you can’t go. You’re forbidden to go there due to the warnings that the Humans would kill the Elves. “I promise I won’t let them hurt you.”

Your heart raced, and you looked down. “Promise?” And he nodded, pulling your face close to his. Before he gave your forehead a kiss.

SCI-FI ROMANCE — Nagi, Isagi, Rin

Nagi, You met him on a game, VR to be exact. Where he absolutely destroyed you in a shooting game. Cause you somewhat hated losing, you dmed him.

1v1 occurred, and the two of you didn’t stop until you won. Which you did after losing 5 consecutive times to him. But it ended up making the two of you friends.

Months went pass, and the two of you met, it didn’t take long until you get an attraction towards him, and so did he.

The two of you sat down next to each other, on a flying board, enjoying the view of the city. Flying cars was passing by, as he laid down on the board.

And he pulled you down next to him, “The stars, despite dying looks beautiful.” He said and you glanced at him, “It’s like you.”

“..Are you telling me, I’m dying?” You hit his shoulder, and he huffed, “No. that’d be bothersome to think of, I meant you’re beautiful.”

Your cheeks heated up, and he laid his head on your shoulder, “I’ll teach you to be better in the game, only if you agree to be mine.” He said and you chuckled, “Sure.”

Isagi, fell down a black hole, and landed on your planet. He was nothing like you ever saw, where you came from you were cyborgs.

He was lucky enough that you met him first, and how two spoke the same language, and that the Planet that he is on isn’t quite as different as Earth.

How the two of you got close is when he figured out that you played something that called “Air-Football” Which was similar to football, but which he plays Professionally.

“So, the rules are just like football.” He said and you raised your eyebrow, “Eh, I guess if that’s what it’s called in your world.”

You were amazing at it, you scored goals after goals, it made Isagi wondered, what if you played the football that he knew?

When he tried it, he was not that bad, he just struggled at the part where well, you float. Everytime he falls, you would catch him.

One time, he fell on you, and the two of you chuckled on how he couldn’t get the hang of it. Honestly, the two of your chemistry was good, he never really had this type of chemistry with someone.

Rin, was a space explorer, searching for his brother. But, while being a planet, he saw someone that was laying down on the green grass. surrounded by flying creatures.

When they woke up, they looked like something that was not from this earth that’s for sure, wings that looks like ones of fairies that he would hear from his childhood stories.

You looked at him with your eyes that was oddly enchanting, and he froze. Before asking you if you ever saw someone that was on his photograph.

“No, I have not.” you had said, as your wings fluttered, your feet off the ground. “Why? is he lost?” You asked, and he looked at you, not wanting to answer that.

But, rather than letting him go alone, you decided to accompany him cause of sympathy. And you joined him, in hope you will find his brother with him.

He refused at first, but he eventually agreed after some persuasive arguments, and to be honest, it wasn’t as bad as he thought it would be.

“And this is Earth,” he said, he showed the holographic image, and your eyes would sparkle, he gave a subtle smile at that, he thought you were cute cause you are amazed at everything that he showed about earth, he liked that about you.

©chevxyn

[velieditss]

Valentine’s Day

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: :･ﾟ✧ ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: :･ﾟ✧ ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: :･ﾟ✧

♡ ✧ Valentine’s Headcanons ✧ ♡

I know I'm a day late, but late is better than never

✧･ﾟ Aemond ･ﾟ✧

He doesn’t see himself as a romantic man. He doesn’t expect anyone to sigh over him, nor does he believe in sentimental gestures. But if you ever happened to mention—almost absentmindedly—that you like a certain book, a particular piece of jewellery, or a specific dessert, he will remember. And days later, you’ll find it in your room or among your belongings, with no note, no explanation. He won’t tell you it was him. He doesn’t seek recognition. Simply knowing that you have something that makes you happy is enough.

─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──

✧･ﾟ Gwayne ･ﾟ✧

If you give him a gift, no matter how small, he will carry it with him always. A handkerchief embroidered with care, a simple thread bracelet, a trinket of little value… To him, it is a treasure. And if anyone dares to mock him, he won’t even flinch. He will simply smile calmly before replying, “Only true men can bear the weight of love.”

─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──

✧･ﾟ Davos ･ﾟ✧

Flowery words aren’t his style. He has no patience for long letters or poetic confessions. His words are simple, direct, impossible to misinterpret. One day, without warning, he will look you straight in the eye and say, “I like you. I want to be with you. Tell me what I need to do.” And then he will wait, with the quiet certainty of a man who has made up his mind.

─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──

✧･ﾟ Aegon ･ﾟ✧

He never understood why people celebrate love only one day a year. If he is in love, he shows it every day. You wake up to gifts on your bed, to spontaneous parties thrown in your honour, to his laughter declaring that the world should celebrate your existence just as much as he does. There are no limits to his extravagance, nor to his desire to see you happy.

─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──

✧･ﾟ Daeron ･ﾟ✧

Valentine’s Day isn’t enough for him. He learns to play an instrument in secret, practising until his fingers ache, just so that on that special day, you can hear a melody composed solely for you. And when he plays it, there will be pride in his gaze, because every note carries a piece of his heart.

─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──

✧･ﾟ Cregan ･ﾟ✧

He’ll teach you to hunt… but will do all the work himself. If you ever express an interest, he’ll take you with him, but in the end, he’ll ensure you don’t have to lift a finger. "This isn’t your place," he’ll say, though in truth, he simply wants to shield you from any discomfort.

─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──

✧･ﾟ Jace ･ﾟ✧

When the time comes to give you a gift, he is restless. He makes sure everything is perfect, that it is something you will truly love. He might rehearse his words in front of a mirror or second-guess himself a hundred times before handing it over. Because to him, it isn’t just a gift. It’s his way of showing how much you mean to him.

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✧･ﾟ Luke ･ﾟ✧

He wants to surprise you, so he decides to bake a cake for Valentine’s Day. But something goes wrong. Perhaps too much flour, or not enough sugar. Perhaps the kitchen ends up in complete chaos. But even so, he presents it to you with a beaming smile, proud of his effort, hoping that at the very least, the thought behind it will make you happy.

Masterlist

[mahyuume]

CUPID WON’T MISS!

pairing. kageyama tobio x reader | genre. pure tooth-rotting fluff, romcom (?), valentines day!

reminders. will have pre & post-skip implements! | mlist

featuring. kageyama tobio

KAGEYAMA TOBIO

as indulgent to my head-canon about him being absolutely horrible with girls or just in general love, he asks quite literally the only girls he knows. yachi, a cute but honest girl the same age but older than him: you perceive her as a nervous train wreck. that doesn’t stop her from serving looks though! kiyoko, the elder manager on his team who has everyone giving her the hots… and you might be one of them. and last but certainly least, his elder sister. you’ve never met her before so you don’t have much to think about nor say, but have heard quite a lot from your boyfriend. but needless to say, she’s a great person. because of his limit to girl world, he gets limits of advice and hints of what he should and should not be doing in a relationship. (much to his dismay… he only wants to give you the best) with his intention of giving you an unforgettable valentines, he thinks of the most simple but affective way possible! a simple heart shaped box of chocolates with a teddy bear the size of your torso (the same teddy bear he won for you during a hang out with the first years.) (he asked yachi secretly but not so discreetly if he should get it for you for the upcoming event, spoiler alert: she says

“maybe… something cute? similar to a promeposal… with decorations you know she likes! and-“ and the conversation goes on.

kiyoko says, “[name]? you can do anything and she’ll like it kageyama. trust me. but maybe get her a costume bouquet fit to your liking or flowers that remind you of her.” short and nice, he thanks her for it.

lastly, his sister.

“…are you asking a girl out?” Oh, that’s right. He hasn’t introduced you two yet. “uh, yeah.” “…” “…” “how long have you two been going out for?” kageyama sweatdrops and honestly wishes he never asked his sister how to ask a girl out for Valentine’s Day, moreover his own girlfriend.

“that’s besides the point.” she scoffs at her little brother’s attitude, honestly fed up. “okay well… tobio, you should just go with how you feel.” his sister says, after a cold glare. “I promise you, your own girlfriend, highlight on girlfriend, will love anything her own boyfriend gives her on this special day. so don’t sweat over it. you stink when you do.”

and just like that, he settles on it.

he’ll give you a box. a box with photos inside of it that’ll unravel itself in layers when you open the top, as the top descends into jewelry and many trinkets you like. along side a bouquet of your flowers with a big plushie of the cartoon character he never remembered the name of, only the face.

secretly, he’s happy he rethought his decision.

he wouldn’t ask advice on anything else just to see you smile.

​৻ꪆ. so, double post… it was the 13th for me yesterday but I forgot to post LMFAO…. Ok anyway! This was supposed to have hinata, miya twins, iwaizumi, kita, and sooooo on… but I get so lazy and writers block that I forgot. And this was made in AUGUST. So yeah, just beat me up I guess….. time to disappear again!

[bqstqnbruin]

Letters Unsent

Listen listen I know this is my second Quinn fic in a row but I was scrolling through Libby yesterday during parent/teacher conferences and I saw a book that was about letters written between twins that never got sent and then I browned out and next thing I knew this fic was written.

Shoutout to @nicohischier for reading thing while I yelled about it in her dms when she was living life

Warnings: SA(?) (kissing without consent and then she knees him in the dick), swearing, drinking, mentions of sex, angst

WC: 4006

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Dear Quinn, 

My therapist told me I’m supposed to write letters to the people I wish I had one more conversation with. Apparently it’s supposed to help me get all the feelings that I’ve kept bottled up, out in a way where I don’t have to actually say them. Not only did she tell me I had to, but she told me she would read them. Talk about an unnecessary invasion of privacy. Is that even legal?

But, I’m paying her (or my health insurance is paying her) for a reason, and Kelly seems chill anyway, so I guess that’s fine. I’m writing to you and to my grandmother, the one who passed away when I was little, so don’t feel that special. You’re not even going to read these anyway, so I’m not sure why you would. 

Do you remember when we first met? Elias was convinced that the two of us were meant to be, and for some reason, Brock and Ally agreed, too? Ally still brings up that even when we were friends, our entire friend group somehow knew that you and I would end up together. I’m actually surprised it was Elias who said it was us first, and not Ally. It was always supposed to be us.

I just wish we didn’t end that way. 

Lov From,

Sarina

Dear Quinn,

I don’t remember the last time I went out to a bar and got as drunk as I did last night. Ally kept buying drinks (or, conning men into buying us drinks, her favorite pastime). I think the last time I really drank that much might have been the night we first met. Ally told me that I needed to go out for once and forget, since I’ve really just been moping around the apartment (Kelly I know you’re going to read this, calm down I’m writing it for a reason). But what’s the point of going out when there’s nothing to really see? 

Going to bars bores me, you know this. Why spend money to get to the bar, then spend money to get into the bar, then spend more money once you’re inside the bar, then spend even more money to get home from the bar, when I can stay at home and drink for a lot less money and with a lot less people around?

Anyway. 

I still don’t really understand how we all became friends. At that point, Ally was just my roommate, and it was just the two of us against the world. I think if Brock hadn’t spilled his drink all over me, we probably would have just avoided the three of you. The fact that we even went out in the first place was astonishing. I didn’t even realize what had happened, the fact that I was covered in some sticky, alcoholic liquid, until I heard you scolding him for it. Your voice is what pulled me in to the group, you were what kept me in.

Brock, of course, insisted he make up for it, as he would, while you just stood off to the side and laughed into your drink, the scolding from moments before gone while you watched Brock make a fool of himself (as Ally and I would later learn, was actually just him being him). He brought the five of us so many drinks, he might have spent a year's worth of his salary that night alone.

Ok, not his salary. My salary, maybe. 

I don’t know what came over me that night we met, though. You know me well enough to know that I am not the type of person to do something big, or something that might scare me if I can help it. 

Asking you to dance was definitely because of the alcohol. Working up the courage to do that when the rest of our friends were standing talking was easy because of the alcohol. There was something about the vibe that night that made me want to do it. Something inside me was telling me I had to, or that I would regret it.

Part of me does regret it, sometimes. But, fuck, I’m glad I did it. 

Maybe that’s why they all say that we were meant for each other. Something about you had me doing things I never would have done otherwise. Ally took pictures of us while we were dancing. She said that we should use them for when the two of us inevitably got married. I don’t think I’ve ever looked at someone the way I looked at you.

Maybe it was the alcohol. 

Maybe it was because you were looking at me the same way. 

LoFrom,

Sarina

Dear Quinn,

I hate my job I hate my job I hate my job I hate my job.

Something, something, Kelly would tell me that if this is making me this unhappy, that I should quit, blah, blah, blah.

In this economy, though??? With this job market??? Maybe I go to another country…

I fucking hate that one guy, Jamie. Do you remember him? 

I feel like I ask you that a lot, if you remember certain things. I guess I’m just wondering if you think about me and us as much as I think about you. I hate how that sounds/reads/looks, but unfortunately for me, it’s true. I shouldn’t think about you as much as I do, but, here we are. That’s probably why you were the first person I thought of to write to when Kelly told me to start (sorry Grandma).

Anyway, Jamie was that guy we ran into that one night at the bar, before we started dating. Of course you remember him. You probably remember him more than you remember anything about me at this point.

He kept hitting on me, at one point had his hand on my arm and you went fucking crazy. 

It was insanely hot. 

I’ve told you that before, but I might as well tell you that again.

  What was even hotter in the moment was when you came up behind me and wrapped your arms around my waist. I always felt safe in your arms, if I’m being honest. That’s fucking corny of me.

Whatever.

You came up behind me and told him that you were glad he was keeping me company, that I was safe with someone I knew. I’m almost positive I heard you call me ‘your girl,’ but it was so loud in there, who knows. I hope you did. 

I’ve never seen someone so pissed off as I had when Jamie stomped away. 

I’ve never seen someone look the way you did, almost hungry? Jealous? When Jamie came over to me in the first place. I saw you the entire time, the way you clenched your glass, how you nearly threw it at Elias when you first saw Jamie touch me. I thought you were just trying to be a good friend. 

But it was the fact that you didn’t let go of me, you rested your chin on my head, even when Jamie was out of my sight.

I finally was able to turn around and get a look at you at one point after we just stood there for a little bit, the two of us starting to sway to the music. For me, it felt like there was no one else around us. I asked you why you were still holding on to me.

The fact that you just smiled at me, your hands tightening on my waist instead of outright answering me made my heart skip a beat. Every stupid, gooey, wonderful feeling you could think of when you know that you were in love with the person in front of you ran through me. 

My mind went blank when you finally kissed me. When I finally could form a coherent thought, the only thing I could think of was how that felt right.

You felt right.

I started this letter to talk about my job, but honestly, Jamie isn’t even worth it. He never really was. 

LFrom, 

Sarina

Dear Quinn,

The fact that we didn’t outright start dating after that night you kissed me drove me fucking insane. I don’t think I ever told you that, but seeing you talk to any other girl when we went out made me feel like I was going fucking insane.

I can’t believe you let me be jealous about a guy, about you of all people. I’m honestly pissed at you for that. And, the fact that I can see you reading this, see you throw your head back laughing at this, that kind of smile on your face as rare as it is would make me even more pissed at you.

The first time you asked me to come to a game after we kissed was the worst. Together, both of us tried to act like it had never happened. Ally apparently kept texting you telling you what you should do next, since, of course, she would be the one in our friend group to not only see us kiss, but to record it. Another video for our wedding, apparently (I still don’t know what she meant by ‘another’). Regardless, we had continued on like nothing happened, like we hadn’t kissed. Like it hadn’t meant anything to you.

And I had to pretend the same, even though it was sending me into a spiral.

After the game, you told us how to meet you outside your locker room so we could go get dinner (I kind of hate matinee games? They’re too early to do anything before and end too early to do something meaningful after? I felt like we were supposed to get a senior citizens discount when we finally made it to dinner). I saw you talking to that one girl; she was gorgeous. Honestly, when you think of the perfect girl, you probably should think of her. 

I saw you laugh and smile at her, and I felt a pit in my stomach wishing it was me you were talking to. 

When you hugged her, your hand lingering on her arm and the smile on your face staying there after you walked away, before you saw Ally and I with Elias and Brock, I felt like I could scream.

You knew something was wrong when I barely said anything on the way over. You were the one who didn’t buy it when I said I was just tired from work still, that I hadn’t slept the night before. You were the one who called my bluff when I said I wasn’t hungry because you were the one who heard my stomach, who was on Facetime with me when I went to sleep the night before.

I hated that you were the one who could call me out; not Ally, who I’ve lived with and been best friends with for how many years, you. I hated that you were the reason I shut down.

I hated you for a second.

How was I supposed to know that was Jake’s sister? 

From, 

Sarina

Dear Quinn,

When you finally asked me out, I knew it was because Ally had threatened you (affectionately). I pretended to be surprised that you were going to ask me, but I knew it was coming, I just didn’t know when. You never really were the type to let everyone in on things right away, were you?

I was surprised how you had the audacity to take me out to dinner and only let me know after you dropped me off that you thought it was a date, our first date. It must have been nice to go into dinner knowing it was a date when I had no idea it was. 

Sometimes I just wish you would have talked to me when you were thinking. You’re so quiet, you always look like you’re lost in thought, and I thought I could tell how to find you again. I felt like I knew everything, but apparently, I didn’t.

From,

Sarina

Dear Quinn,

Kelly told me that she wants to open up more in these letters. Apparently, I’m not letting myself ‘feel enough’ and that these letters are too vague, whatever that means. 

Fine, Kelly. 

You know when I knew for sure that I loved you? The first time we slept together. 

I didn’t tell you for three weeks after that that I loved you, even though I knew, and you didn’t tell me you loved me for almost two months after that. 

I can’t believe you didn’t tell me.

If you had told me, we wouldn’t have gotten so pissed off at each other all the time. I know I’m shit when it comes to sharing my feelings, but god, you were even worse. 

The first time we fought was barely a real fight. It was just us not talking. 

You were pissed off when I told you I had to do a project with Jamie. It’s not like I asked to be paired with him. I actually actively asked to not be anywhere near him as much as possible, but apparently, so does everyone else (capitalism is the worst, what do you mean the guy we all hate can stay at the job because he brings in a lot of money?) when I said I was talking to him at night because we had to get this project done, that the faster I could get the project done, the sooner I could go back to ignoring him.

Jamie was a fucking prick. Jamie is a fucking prick. But god, that night I would have talked to Jamie if it meant you didn’t act that way. 

I don’t remember everything that brought us up to it, but I remember it dawning on me. I didn’t know for sure that you liked me, or if you hated Jamie more from the stories I had told you. I doubted you. I doubt you. I never told you that outright, in those words, because how do you tell the person you’re supposed to love that you don’t think they love you back?

I asked you if you kissed me that night because you actually wanted to, or if it was just to make Jamie mad. He was still in the bar, even if I didn’t see him. You had seen him. You could see him. You saw him when you kissed me. You saw him over my shoulder when you pulled away. You admitted to it. 

You kissed me to get back at a guy you hadn’t said more than a couple words to. 

And then you told me it was because you loved me. Because you were in love with me. That you apparently knew when you first met me that you were going to fall in love with me, if you hadn’t fallen already.

I stared at you, furious at you and believing that you started our relationship because you wanted to, what, claim me? Mark me? I don’t even know. But then you told me the one thing I wanted to hear from you and the only thing I wanted to do was throw something at you.

So I walked out of your apartment instead. I called Brock, I had him pick me up, and he drove me back to my and Ally’s place. 

It was Brock who tried to convince me that what you said was real, that you actually meant it, and that he and Elias knew it was the truth because you told them. For some reason, you had waited until then, until we were screaming at each other, to tell me. It was Ally who needed to be calmed down after threatening to kill you, only once Brock pointed out that the city would probably riot against her. 

I was numb. 

And it was you who made me feel that way. I felt nothing. I wanted to feel so many things, anything really, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t feel a fucking thing. These letters are supposed to be me going back and figure out and really acknowledging what I was feeling throughout what I think were our biggest moments. But I didn’t feel anything.

Are you happy now, Kelly?

From,

Sarina

Dear Quinn,

I think after that last letter, I was nervous to write another. Ally found me sitting and crying at my desk. Apparently I never told her the full story of what had happened that night or why I didn’t talk to you for two weeks, even though she and Brock tried to get it out of me, Elias going over to your place once you called him. Elias didn’t know either, from the sound of it. We were Rory and Logan without the Bridal Party (if you still don’t get the Gilmore Girls reference, then we really shouldn’t have been together in the first place. We watched the show seven times, at least). 

We didn’t really know how to be around each other for a bit after that, did we? It took us a while to get back to where we were before. 

Who says that they love someone when they’re in the middle of a fight like that? Who says it for the first time like that? If you loved me, shouldn’t you have told me before? Shouldn’t you have told me in a different way?

I didn’t think you meant it when you told me you loved me, but everyone told me that you did, so I think I let myself believe it. At least at that point, I did. I think you loved me. You never seemed to be able to reassure me when I had my doubts, if you even knew that I had them. I know I loved you. 

I’ve spent the last year and a half trying to convince myself that I don’t love you anymore. 

Kelly, is that what these letters are supposed to be doing? Am I supposed to convince myself that I don’t love Quinn, or that I do?

We’re about to have a really intense session, aren’t we?

From, 

Sarina

Dear Quinn,

At this point, I’m just mad. These letters are just making me mad. I’m still mad about how we broke up, I’m still mad that you kissed me the way you did. 

I’m still mad that I think about you all the fucking time. 

The reason we broke up is what makes me furious.

I told you nothing was going on with Jamie.

I don’t like him. I have never liked him. I will never like him. The only person who mattered to me the entire relationship was you. You are were the one who mattersed to me. 

I told you so many times that Jamie was the one who kissed me. You knew I would never kiss that guy.

But the fact that you saw it? I’ve never felt like screaming and crying more than I did in that moment, causing a scene in public and embarrassing everyone be damned. The look on your face when I finally was able to push him off me, only to see you standing right there, drinks for both of us in your hands. I could see the tears in your eyes, your Adam's Apple bobbing up and down while you swallowed what I was sure was rage, anger, hurt, fury. You didn’t see that I was crying, too. You didn’t see that I was struggling to get him away from me. It was only a kiss, one that I didn’t want to happen, and you didn’t see anything other than his lips on mine.

If you did, you didn’t seem to care. 

You nearly broke the glasses as you slammed them down on the table near you, knocking over multiple people when you stormed out of the bar. 

I had to knee Jamie in the dick to get him off me so I could chase after you. 

You broke up with me right there. I don’t know how I could forget the look in your eyes when you told me you didn’t want to see me anymore if I was going to cheat on you with Jamie when you were standing right there, as if I intended to do that. You looked like you could kill someone. 

You didn’t care that I wasn’t the one who fucking kissed him, that I didn’t kiss him back, that you are the only person I want to kiss. If you heard anything I yelled at you when you were walking away, you didn’t care. You left me there, and I had to watch you walk away.

Ally found me on the sidewalk, sitting on the ground against the building outside where you told me you didn’t care about me anymore. I couldn’t even tell her what happened because I screamed so loud that my voice was gone.

Fuck you for that, Quinn.

Sarina

Dear Quinn,

Fine, I fucking miss you. That’s why I thought of you first to write to. There are so many fucking things that I never got to say, that I never got to ask, that I know you never told me that have been eating away at me and occupying my thoughts more than I want them to.

I miss you, I miss being held by you, touched by you, kissed by you. I miss the feeling if your skin against mine, the feeling of you inside me, for fucks sake. I miss when you would talk to me like I was the only person who mattered to you, because I know that you loved me as much as I love you. 

I miss every god damn stupid habit that you have, every little quirk of yours that you did on a game day that would drive me fucking insane. 

I still come home sometimes when you guys are on a road trip and expect you to call me, no matter where on the continent you are, because you missed me and I missed you and we needed to hear each others voices. 

I miss the guys and being friends with them, even though Ally still talks to them and gets to see them. 

You never let me tell you what really happened, because I don’t think you cared. I don’t know if you loved me.

I wish you did, because, fuck, I still love you. 

Are you happy now, Kelly?

I still love Quinn. You’re going to tell me that I’m too young to say this, but: I will always love that stupid, sad, wonderful boy that I met by chance one night at a bar and got to spend time with. I will always love the guy who made me laugh so hard I couldn’t breathe and cry so hard I couldn’t speak. I will always love Quinn, no matter who else I will fall in love with, or out of love with, if I stay here in Vancouver until I die, or if he gets traded or if I move on my own.

Fuck.

Love, 

Sarina

Dear Sarina,

I get that I was never supposed to see these. I probably am not supposed to know they even exist, but I’m fucking glad I do. You’re going to kill Ally for sending these to me, but, let’s face it, she’s the one who’s been pushing for us since minute one. Would we have had anything if we didn’t have Ally? 

But I don’t want to talk about her. 

I miss you.

I want you back.

I’m a fucking idiot for not being with you, for walking away from you that night.

You think that I didn’t love you? I’ve loved you this entire time. I loved you from the first time we talked, even though, you’re right, I didn’t say it when I should have because I’m an idiot. 

Can we talk?

Love,

Quinn

Dear Quinn,

Yes.

Love, 

Sarina

[rageagainstmymachine]

Do You Want A Second Opinion? 3(some): Valentine's Day Special - Primis Richtofen / F! Reader / Ultimis Richtofen

Summary (not really): Happy Valentine's Day! @coldbrewghoul and I have teamed up to bring you two Valentine's Day specials. I couldn't have done this without them. (Thank you for beta reading my work, Ghoul... and encouraging for me to write at all, lol.) If you haven't, go read their fic! (Once you're done with mine, ofc.)

This is your third time here, I'm sure you know what to expect by now. Have another threesome with our two favourite men. ;)

Words: 10,572

Warnings: NSFW - Cursing, Smut, Threesome

Paris, France; beautiful this time of year. The smell of freshly baked pastries caressing your nose, while carafes of red wine stained your tongue. The city just begged to be explored, to be experienced. It was the city of love, after all, and this was the perfect time to melt into its embrace, with Valentine’s Day around the corner. You smiled, closing your eyes and thinking of the day and what it might bring: you and Edward, basking in your love, perhaps making love under the stars if a secluded space just so happens to find you. A dreamy sigh escapes your lips.

“A third sigh. Have I perhaps forgotten something und this is mein reminder?” Edward teased, putting down his tools and looking at you. The lone lightbulb in the room threw harsh shadows on his face, but you could still see the tender look he gave you.  

You look back at the post card you held in your hand, tracing the eiffel tower with the other, trying to hold onto the fantasy you were weaving in your mind. Unfortunately, you weren’t in Paris. You weren’t even in France. You were holed up in some safehouse in god knows, USA. It wasn’t even anywhere near Valentine’s day, at least according to the sweltering heat outside. But you know, given the dutiful calendar you’ve made in the back of your journal, if you were back in your time it would be just on the brink of the holiday. And so you closed your eyes, willing the February chill to grace your skin, and once again fantasized of the perfect vacation to Paris. 

“Just thinking about Paris. I want to go there one day.”  

“Paris? Why would you want to go there?” He grimaced, turning up his nose in German superiority. 

“That’s like the dream destination, is it not? The city of love~” You sigh again, holding the card to your chest. It was a dream, you knew, but sometimes that’s all you had in this zombie-riddled world. “I bet it would be soooo romantic.”  

You could hear Edward get up, his chair scraping against the floor as it was pushed by the backs of his legs. You peeked an eye open to see him saunter, yes, saunter, towards you, a knowing look in his eye. “This wouldn’t be a manifestation of a certain holiday coming up, hm?” 

You grin at him, a slight blush rising to your cheeks as a giddy feeling enveloped you. He remembered. You are both surprised and not at the same time. “Well, maybe…” You laughed, before turning towards him, the Paris postcard discarded. “Can we go somewhere cold at least? Somewhere that feels like winter?” 

“Feels like winter, hm? I can certainly try, Liebling, in fact, we do have to go to a Finnish research facility here soon-“ 

“Ah, too cold.” You wince.  

Edward chuckled, nodding along. “Very well… I suppose we can hop over to Der Riese again, I do have some things I would like to pick up from here. There’s a small abandoned village nearby, so would staying there be acceptable?”  

“I… could be agreeable to that, but what do you need from there?” 

“A doctor never reveals all his cards, fraulein.” 

You roll your eyes but can’t hide the smile that cracks through your annoyed facade. Secretive Edward, who would have guessed. “As long as you make time for me on Valentine’s Day, alright?” 

“Verspreche.” 

~ 

The next morning, you packed up your things with a sense of anticipation. You couldn’t help but glance at the postcard frequently, imagining what Valentine’s Day, which according to your calendar was today, will bring you. It wouldn’t be Paris, but perhaps, with Edward by your side, it would be just as good. If anything there will be a decent bed at the village Edward mentioned, and that’s already better than what you’re used to. You placed your final few things — trinkets you’ve found on your journey, into your bag and closed it, rocking from heel to toe as you swung it on your back. 

“Ready for our departure, Lieb?” Edward asked, cramming a final blueprint into his map case. You found it comical how he was struggling to get it into the tube. Surely he didn’t need that many blueprints? 

“More than ready. I’ve been itching to get out of here the moment we got here.”  

Once Edward gave up and folded the blueprint to put in his primary bag, (the scandal!) he led you out to the yard, where Dempsey and Takeo were waiting, you idly chatted with Dempsey while waiting for Nikolai. He was only a few minutes, and soon all five of you were standing in a circle, Richtofen fishing out the summoning key. 

“We will travel straight to Der Riese first, then once I have grabbed what I need, we will walk to the village, it’s not far.” Edward said while orange sparks began to shoot out of the orb.  

“Right. Let’s just make it quick, yeah? Don’t want to spend more time there than I have to.” Dempsey gruffed. 

“Patience, Dempsey, although I know that’s not your forte.” 

The portal opened, it had decided to spit you out at the mainframe platform, and Dempsey all but shoulder checked him while he decided to be the first one through. Nikolai and Takeo followed, leaving you and Edward as the last ones there. He motioned for you to go first, and so you did, stepping through, Richtofen following you only a pace behind. You couldn’t help but feel all sorts of excitement when a cold chill nipped your skin. Oh, it truly did feel like it was Valentine’s Day. You threw him a smile, and he reciprocated it with a knowing smirk. He was doing this right, he just needed to keep it up.  

Breslau, oh how you could go the rest of your life without ever visiting again. But this time was different, you decided nothing was going to get you down. 

Nothing.  

Not a single thing. 

“All right, give me about five minutes und we will be ready to head out.” Edward said, placing the summoning key… actually, you didn’t know where he stored it. Hm. 

“Why not drop us off? Why must we loiter here with you?” Nikolai asked. He had a fair point. 

Richtofen didn’t answer, just turned on his heel to walk towards the animal testing lab. He didn’t even take a step before he paused, tensing. On instinct, without a word, the five of you drew your pistols, a stray sound finding your ears. No one should be here, and yet, it sounded like someone was. 

“What was noise?” Nikolai whispered, eyes darting back and forth as he tried to pinpoint where it came from, the echo didn’t help at all. 

“There is a… disturbance. We are not alone, Richtofen.” Takeo explained. 

“Well, if it’s a maggotsack, they’ll be zombie paste in no time.” Dempsey cocked his 1911, talking a few tentative steps down the stairs. 

“I don’t hear any moans? To be fair I’m not even sure what I did hear,” you whisper, looking at Richtofen expectantly. However he decided to play this, you’ll follow.  

He had his hand tilted forward, eyes on the ground as he strained to listen for anything else. You were right, there weren't the telltale moans and groans of the undead. It didn’t necessarily mean there was someone here, it would very well just be a wild animal, but the uncertainty was something none of you liked. “Come with me to teleporter A.” He said, eyes flicking to you. “Nikolai, Takeo, take teleporter B. I trust you can handle C, Dempsey?”  

The marine nodded, confidently taking a sharp right at the bottom of the stairs to take the right hand path to the teleporter. Nikolai and Takeo followed him, soon splitting off to investigate their respective teleporter. 

Edward cocked head towards the left and began his descent down the stairs, you followed close behind, gun drawn, eyes peeled. You climbed the stairs towards teleporter A, and soon stopped into your tracks. Another sound. More… deliberate. It was footsteps. Heavy, too heavy to be any small animal. It was distinctively human. He gave you a glance and you nodded, ready to face whoever it was. 

You creeped closer, silently, both weapons aimed and sweeping the area. More movement, now whispers? Is there more than one person? Your heart raced, your lungs held onto the air you took in, and turned the corner and-! 

“Ah, schieße! Why must you be so cruel, little machine?” Edward cooed. 

At least his voice did… but your lover’s lips didn’t move even an inch. Though, it was certainly him… but if it wasn’t him, then that means… 

“Oh you have got to be fucking kidding.” You groan, angrily holstering your weapon. Not this, not now… 

The man who shares a voice and name with your sweetheart jerked his head towards your voice, seemingly just as shocked to see you and you were him. It was that fucking Richtofen! The older one! Jesus Christ.  

Richtofen’s surprised look melted into an unsettling grin, he excitedly walked down the stairs of the teleporter and sauntered (ugh.) over to the two of you. He cooed your name in a sickly sweet tone, and greeted Edward by his title. “Oh, what ever brings you to mein part of Deutschland?”  

“That’s truly none of your concern.” Edward answered, also holstering his Mauser. “Why are you here?”  

“Oh, mein younger self, if you are to be keeping secrets then so am I! But nothing dangerous if that’s your concern.” He groaned out the word ‘dangerous’ in that peculiar moan he does with some words.  

You felt tense, awkward, and truly you’d need a thesaurus to better explain all the complicated emotions swimming in your chest. He said your name, he knows who you are, therefore he at least remembers Camp Edward, and maybe the Pentagon. It’s been months since you last met him at the Pentagon, and even though you said goodbye to him on a good note back then, this was still not who you wanted to see on fucking VALENTINE’S DAY.  

“Truly, I thought you would be much happier to see me, fraulein, given our little rendezvous we’ve shared in the past.” His words dripped with a certain sadness. It was odd, truly. It was his dramatic flair, yes, but something about it made it sound almost… genuine under it all.  

“Richtofen,” you sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose, “it’s just bad timing.” 

“Bad timing? Any time is the right time to spend with me! I’m genuinely offended.” 

“Edward and I have plans-.” 

“Oh do we, now? Ohohoh well, I’ll have to check mein schedule, but I think I can move things around…” 

“You know I’m not talking about you.”  

“Is it a special occasion? An anniversary? Mh, no that’s not it, is it? Perhaps…. A holiday? Oh I’m right on the jackpot, aren’t I?!” He gleamed, his voice reaching that high pitch he often uses. “Oh, fraulein, if you do not tell me I’m afraid I might die. I just neeeeeeed to know what’s so important.”  

You could see Edward roll his eyes from the corner of your vision, and you were half tempted to follow his lead, but you decided to just give him a tight smile, deciding to just be truthful. — what a horrible decision, really.  

“Edward and I have plans…” you repeated, hesitating for a moment, “for Valentine’s Day.” 

“What incredible timing we all have! Ach, Valentine’s Day… I haven’t celebrated that since I was a young little boy.” There goes that vocal trill again. “Walk me mich! I must hear all the details.”  

“We should get back to the others.” Edward agreed, albeit begrudgingly. Richtofen took the lead, briskly walking past you while talking about god knows what. You looked at your lover, who seemed to have aged drastically in the last few minutes just from the sheer exhaustion of dealing with his older self. He shrugged, following suit, but not before grabbing some papers and books off a table. 

“Ah, fuck, yeah that’s what I was worried about.” Your Dempsey sighed when he saw the three of you walk back to the mainframe. The rest of your group was there, as well as the other versions of themselves.  

“Hey, what’s up, Dempsey.” You said, walking over to the older marine and clasping your hand on his, bringing him into a hug. Out of the four of them, he was the most tolerable, as annoying as he was still. 

“Hey, pretty lady, fancy seeing you again.”  

You had the mind to look back and saw both Richtofens scowling. Oh, jealousy looks delicious on them— ah, you mean him. You stepped back to stand next to your lover. 

“We were all just catching up.” Tank said, knocking shoulders with his doppleganger. They both yelled out an oohrah! grinning at each other. 

“Charming. Well, I have grabbed what I needed, we can leave now.” Edward sighed, foot tapping on the concrete as his patience grew thin.  

“Oh yeah, hey, we’re going to be staying in this village close to here, y’all leaving or?” Tank asked Dempsey, which caused a strangled noise to escape Edward. 

“Dempsey!” 

“Oooooh you didn’t mention that! Oh we are more than happy to spend ein little bit of time. Und you can tell me more about our plans, ja?” Richtofen made his way between the two of you, wrapping his arms around and pulling both of you closer to him. 

You didn’t know whether Edward wanted to kill Richtofen or Dempsey first. 

He pulled away from him, huffing as he smoothed out his clothes. “Fine! Fine. Whatever. Thank you, Dempsey.”  

You could only laugh, from the sheer audacity of it all and the fact that you could see your plans for romance crumbling right before your eyes; babysitting Richtofen was a full time job. The nine of you headed to the village Edward mentioned, the night air - why was it always night when you visited this factory? - stung your warm cheeks, leaving your ears cold and nose red. With every breeze that passed, a shiver ran up your spine. You and Edward walked ahead, Richtofen keeping up and still talking! Ignoring him was a Herculean task.  

“Frauleiiiinnnnnnnnnn stop ignoring me! Everything I say is very important, you know!” He whined, he was in front of you, walking backwards to look you in the eyes. He’s been doing this for a few minutes now. “I don’t believe that man has ever even been on ein date, let alone ein Valentine’s Day one. He has barely a half baked plan, I’m sure of it.”  

Edward shot a look at his older self: 'Watch it,' it almost screamed. 

“Edward, if you ever- ough!” Richtofen stumbled back, the rock his foot got caught on skidding across the road. He landed on his ass and you couldn’t help but let out a laugh that almost mimicked a hyena’s. Now it was his turn to glare. Edward just kept walking, side stepping him. You helped him up, while still laughing in his face. “-if you ever need tips on how to throw the perfekt date, I am your man.” 

“I’m okay, truly.” 

Richtofen dusted himself off with a dissatisfied hum, but didn’t say much more. Thankfully the village was upon you now, and you all but ran to the closest house, excited to claim privacy and a BED! A GOOD BED!  

You skipped up the stairs, placing your bag on the bed, sitting down as you contemplated what you were going to do. First you need to find make up, yes. Then definitely something sexy to wear. Hair products, maybe a few accessories… If you begin looking through the village now, perhaps you’ll find everything you need for later. You nodded assuredly to no one in particular, ready to get up and begin your search, but before you could, the door to the bedroom opened, catching your attention. 

“Ah, there you are.” Edward said once he saw you. “I hope you’re not already settling down for the night, Schatz.” 

You smile at him. “No, I have things to do. I was just claiming a bed.” You stretch happily, offering your hand to him. Once he took it, you laid back, pulling him into the bed with you. 

“Ah, hallo.” Edward laughed, crawling above you. His arms braced on either side of your head. “Und these things you need to do… ist mein name on that list?”  

“Maybe.” 

He kissed you softly, resting more of his body weight on you. He was the best kind of weighted blanket; you felt caged in just the right way. You ran your tongue against his bottom lip, but he quickly pulled away, wearing a smirk as he went lower, kissing your neck with appreciative hums thrown in the mix. 

“Oh….” You moan and instinctively weave your fingers through his hair, “if you keep this up, I won’t let you out of bed.”  

“Ja?” He moaned into your skin. “Ein Valentine’s day entirely in bed… not too horrible if you ask me.” 

“If you think I’m going to let you fuck without wine-ing and dining me first, you are sorely mistaken, Herr Doktor.”  

“Fuck? Nein! Of course not, mein liebe!” He shook his head, but still trailed his lips lower, taking the first button of your shirt between his teeth and popping it loose. “But make love… well, I certainly have to try.” He popped the next button with his teeth again, using a hand to pull your leg around his waist to press closer to you, grinding down in such a delicious manner. 

“Oh, Edward...”  

“You called?” 

You yelped, pushing Edward aside to look at the owner of the intrusive voice. Edward rolled off of you, groaning in frustration while subtly adjusting himself. Richtofen stood at the door, smirking as he twirled his Luger for no real reason in particular. “Jesus Christ, Richtofen-“ 

“You know, I thought we got past the whole last name business. I distinctly remember you agreeing to call me Edward.” 

“Can we help you?”  

“I get so lonesome by meinself! You know, the others get to jack off with their doppelgängers, but you are constantly hogging mine!” 

“Jack around.” You corrected him. 

“I said what I said!” 

You roll your head to the side, looking at your lover. He just had this annoyed scowl on his face, rolling his eyes so hard you were almost afraid they would get stuck like that.  

“Ugh, I don’t get it!” Richtofen blurted out, in a much different tone than his previous words. “What did I do?”  

“Excuse me?” You ask him, furrowing your brow. You sat up, Edward’s arm slipping away from you.  

“The last time I saw you, we had this wunderbar night at the Pentagon! Und now? Now you treat me like we are still at Camp Edward! Have you met another version of meinself since then?” He asked. 

“Well, no-” 

“Then why is this like… this!” He was exasperated, gesturing wildly between you and him and Edward. If you didn’t know better you would say that tone of his was laced with… insecurity? Or a deep-seated dejection. 

“Ri—“ You paused, choosing your words carefully. “Edward. My Edward and I just have plans is all, and you’re kinda butting into it. Look, what we’ve shared was great and fun, but today is about love, romantic love.” 

He gave you another offended look like at Der Riese. “You don’t think I can be romantic? I can be ein million times more romantic than him!” 

“That’s- Edward you’re not getting the point. Tomorrow is about our—” You gesture between you and your boyfriend, “— relationship. So we just want to spend the time alone, that’s all. We don’t get alone time often.”  

Richtofen stared at you, arms crossed. Was he jealous? No, that couldn’t be right. “Ach, he is mein younger self, you’re practically in a relationship with the both of us, ja?” 

“We are from separate dimensions. You know that.” Edward piped up, looking at the older man from under his brows.  

“Fine! Whatever, you’re the ones missing out, not me.” He huffed, throwing his arms down into fists, a flair of childlike dramatics to his action. He turned on his heel and stomped out, still talking under his breath. “I am the most romantic person on the planet! In the universe! I could give you ein actual HEART if you…” His voice trailed off as he got farther away, leaving the two of you laying there in silence. 

“Is he really upset?” You ask. 

“Him?” Edward barked out a laugh. “Ja, I’m suuuure he is… nein it’s just his dramatics. You should know this by now, Liebling.”  

He was a dramatic person, and while some things did seem a bit dramatic during that conversation, you were almost inclined to think a portion of it might actually have been genuine. “I feel bad…” — the start of a sentence that made Edward also sit up, looking at you with a confused look. 

“What for?” 

You laid back on the bed, tracing idle circles into the comforter as you struggled to find the right words. “I just… I don’t know, didn’t he seem genuinely… jealous? To you?”  

“Oh come on now, mein Herzchen. You know very well whatever feelings he does feel — if he does feel anything at all, we’re still studying that — it’s not genuine. If he is jealous, it’s the same type of jealousy ein child feels when another plays with ein neglected toy. He only wants what he can’t have.”  

Your gaze, which was on Edward, flicked away at his words. A part of you wanted to believe that; it would make everything easier if it was true — him seeing you as just an enjoyable fuck and nothing more… but another part of you, it was scared that your Edward was wrong. That Richtofen was… was feeling something. “Maybe we shouldn’t have ran him off…” 

“He is not ruining our day.” 

“Who said he would? Is it crazy to think he was being genuine?” 

“Liebe, do I really have to answer that question?” He asked, exasperated. You shot him a look but quickly let it melt away, you didn’t want to argue with him… not now.  

“Hey, I’m going to find what I need for later. I’ll meet you in the street in an hour?” 

“Hour thirty?” He asked. 

“Deal.” 

You lean over and kiss him gently, savoring the feeling of his lips on yours. They were chapped, but still soft. He tried to deepen the kiss but you pushed him away, shaking your head. He could only laugh. “Bis später, Doctor.”  

“Bis bald, Liebe.”  

~ 

Now, the cold night air was a welcomed relief after the heat of the house. You and Edward parted ways, deciding to keep some surprises for the actual date. There were a few little stores further into town and so you decided to hit them up first. A small corner store was your first stop, the jingle of the bell ringing out as you opened the door. A lone light swayed back and forth on the ceiling, flickering and buzzing in an eerie way. You’d probably turn right back around if you didn’t see your Dempsey walking through the store, his lighter held in hand as he used it to look closer at some of the items. The welcome chime caused him to look at you, a smile finding his face. 

“Hey, you also looking for something decent to eat? Found some… I think beans? I don’t really know.” He held up a can.  

“Oh, no thanks, Dempsey, I’m actually just looking for some stuff for my date with Edward tonight.” You tell him. You look around for a moment before grabbing two candles from a shelf, holding them in front of Dempsey. He got the hint and lit both of them before flicking his light closed and taking one. He muttered a thanks. 

“Date, huh? Didn’t know he was capable of that.”  

You ignored the comment, choosing instead to browse through the selection of items at your disposal. This general store seemed to have a small section for everything — and make up was no exception. Red lipstick and blush, dark eyeshadow, eyeliner, and mascara. You were happy to take anything and even happier to take these bold colours that were sure to make you look like a bombshell. The door chimed again as you were looking for a mirror and brush. Dempsey greeted Nikolai warmly, so it must be your Nikolai. 

“… can of beans? You know, where I come from, sharing is caring.” Nikolai said to Dempsey. You couldn’t help, but tune into their conversation. 

“Hey, this is none of that communist crap. Do you want it to not?”  

“Da. Thank you, comrade.” Nikolai taunted, yanking the can away from the American before he could take back his offer. He then turned his attention to you, wordlessly wondering what you were up to. Dempsey sensed his questioning look. 

“Date night with Richtofen, apparently.” 

“I didn’t know he was capable of such thing.”  

Dempsey laughed, slapping Nikolai on the back. “You ain’t so bad sometimes.” You shot both men a glare, shaking your head as you picked up the mirror you were looking for. 

“Don’t you have anything better to do?” You asked them. 

“Nope.” “Nyet.” 

“Good, because I’ll need your opinions, c’mon, move your asses.”  

You all but dragged them out of the store, out into the German street. They complained but you didn’t let up, walking down the street with two confused men in tow. You peered into windows as you went, looking, searching, and you almost squealed in delight when you found what you were searching for. Truthfully, you didn’t know if you would. 

“A clothing store, really?” Dempsey sighed, annoyed but still walking ahead to open the door for you. You thanked him as you breached the doorway, flicking on the lights. It was indeed a clothing store, one that looked to mostly specialize in women’s fashion. Dresses were hung on racks, while three mannequins wore whatever was the style for the season in the windowsill. They were all a little old fashioned for your taste, but that might just be a homerun with Edward. 

“Alright, listen. Today is Valentine’s Day if you didn’t know and I need something that screams ‘I don’t want to make it through dinner,’ you understand?” Dempsey made fake — or possibly real — gagging noises. You chose to ignore it. “So, I’m going to try on some dresses, you two will give me ACTUAL feedback until we find the perfect dress.”  

“Can we say n-“ 

“No.”  

You sauntered around the men, looking through the dresses, there were pretty blues, periwinkles, mint… you grabbed every dress that was your size and went into the dressing room, humming happily as you put the blue dress on. It was simple, one you’d imagine a good girl would wear. You soon stepped out of the dressing area donned in the fabric, giving a twirl to show it off. “Thoughts?” 

“You tryin’ to seduce him as a milkmaid or something?” Dempsey asked, raising his eyebrow. 

“You remind me of my mother, back in the warm summers of Tsaritsyn. Very calming.”  

You nod, turning on your heel. “Calming is not what I’m going for.” You pull the curtain closed behind you and throw the dress off, instead picking up the periwinkle one and shimmying into it. You walk back to your showcase spot, once again doing a twirl. 

“Yeah, I guess that’s fine.” Dempsey shrugged. 

“Just fine?”  

“It’s… not flattering colour on your skin.” Nikolai elaborated.  

“It makes you look almost sickly. Fuck, maybe that’s what get the doc’s engines revving. If so then it’s perfect.” 

“Oh fuck off, Dempsey.” You did this quite a few times, going through dress after dress, getting more lukewarm responses than you’d hoped. At least they were honest. They were… shockingly useful at this. It wasn’t until you got to your last garment, almost out of hope, that you felt a dash of surprise mixed with joy. It was a red, almost maroon thing. You didn’t get a good look at it in the main part of the store. Hell, you barely even looked at it when you tore it off the hanger, but now as you held it up? Your smile widened as you put it on, sauntering out to the boys. “So?” 

Dempsey’s eyebrows shot up almost to his hairline, his mouth gaping as he stared, taking you in, Nikolai wasn’t much better: he was flushed as he looked anywhere but you. 

“That’s… that’s uh…” Dempsey tried. 

“A winner.” You finish his sentence, posing ever so seductively. Now both the men are blushing now. You laugh and flit away to grab a pair of heels. “But it’s not complete until my make up is done. You can run along now, I got my use out of you.”  

Then men nodded, not trusting their mouths, swiftly making their exit, leaving you to do your makeup and hair in peace. It didn’t take long; you kept your hair simple, spending most of the time on your bombshell makeup. You gave yourself a once over before checking the clock, seeing that it was time to meet Edward. You made your way out of the store, walking down the street to the beat of your heels echoing off the barren streets. The click clacking of your heels made you more confident, turning your simple walk to a strut as you shifted your hips from side to side with each step. You felt powerful, like you could take on the world, like you could seduce the world. As you saw Edward step into the street, perhaps heeding the call of your presence, you were going to put that theory in motion. His eyes found you, sharing a similar look that Dempsey had: high strung eyebrows with his mouth agape. His hand, which held a bouquet of flowers, faltered, falling to his side.  

“Wow…” Edward only managed to whisper the word, drinking in your appearance as you walked closer. His eyes flicked down to the black heels that echoed the pounding of his heart, up your stocking covered leg, seeing how that slit in that maroon dress went higher and higher and higher. Scandalously high, ever teasing your hip. His gaze trailed higher, to the cinched in waist then up to the plunged neckline that barely kept your breasts in. It stayed there for quite a few beats before flicking up to your face, taking in your wine red lips, rouge blush and dark smokey eye. “You look… ah…” 

“You clean up well, yourself.” You tease. He changed, like you did, now donning a three piece that hugged his form well, accentuating his broad shoulders and impossibly thin waist. You pulled him closer by it, cocking your head up to kiss him. He got the hint, leaning down and eagerly pressing his lips to yours hard. When the two of you disconnected, you could only laugh as you saw his lips were now stained a pink colour. “You’re wearing my lipstick.” 

“Und how does it look on me? Does it match mein complexion?” He laughed and you couldn’t help but join in, soon leaving the two of you grinning at each other like idiots. Edward snapped out of it quickly. “Ach, these are for you,” he said, remembering the bouquet he held tightly in his fist. He brought them up and you inhaled their floral scent, letting your eyes close as you savored it. 

“What a thoughtful man you are.” 

“Only the best, for mein special Frau, on this special day.” 

The two of you walked silently, hand in hand. It was… comfortable. A word you are not used to using ever since this whole undead fiasco started. “Ah, hold on, I have some jewelry in my bag I’d like to put on.” You pull him towards the house you claimed, noticing how the downstairs lights were on. Odd, you thought you turned them all off. You reach the door and push it open, a gasp catching in your throat at what laid ahead. 

Every surface of the living room was covered in bouquets. The coffee table was filled with daisies and tulips, the entertainment center with Hyacinths and dandelions. Other tables and pulled out chairs had primroses and snowdrops, violets and hepaticas, forget-me-nots and poppies. And in the thick of it sat a very pleased looking Richtofen, twirling a lone Edelweiss between his thumb and forefinger. He had ditched the coat, the hat, and even the gloves. He merely donned his white button up, black tie (sans the pin), his normal slacks, and boots. Extremely underdressed for him. 

“Ah, Fraulein, you made it not ein moment too soon.” He smiled, stretching his long legs before standing up to stalk closer to you. You look back at Edward, who was now looking at his lone bouquet with a sheepish look. Just as soon as you saw it, Richtofen was upon you, grabbing your chin and tilting it back towards him. He brushed some hair away to place the Edelweiss behind your ear. “Happy Valentine’s Day.” In your hand, he placed a bar of chocolate that had a red bow tied to it. It was… sweet? What the hell was going on here??  

“Richtof-“ 

“Edward.” 

“…Edward, what… the hell is all this?” You were at a loss for what to say, you didn’t even have the mind to say thank you. You just… stared. 

“Romance, ja? I saw that our little lover boy was getting flowers, so I followed his lead, but did it much better.” 

Richtofen led you into the room by the small of your back, parading you around to each bundle of flowers. He all but shoved them into your face, begging you to smell them. By the time you got around the room and back, your head was spinning from the gorgeous scents that overwhelmed your senses. You were passed back to Edward, whose lips were in a tight line, a certain anger in his gaze. 

“Didn’t you say you have some jewelry you needed to fetch, Schatz? Why don’t you go do that while I have a talk with mein older self.”  

You felt the tension. It was so thick you could almost cut it with a knife. You wordlessly nodded and ascended up the stairs slowly, looking back with each step you took, almost nervous about what Edward would do. I mean, you knew he wasn’t above shooting his other self. 

Whatever was said was in hushed words, keeping it down to where you couldn’t make any words out. Hell, you wouldn’t be surprised if they also switched to German. You took your time getting the necklace on — a simple thin gold chain with a diamond piece — making sure it sat perfectly on your cleavage. The matching earrings were next as you took a deep breath to brace yourself to go back downstairs. If you were about to find a dead body you’d rather steel yourself ahead of time. 

Thankfully, there wasn’t a Richtofen corpse lying in a bed of tulips. They were standing together, waiting for your descent, hands clasped behind their backs. For a moment they truly looked identical, reminding you that Richtofen is what you had to look forward to when Edward was older. Not personality wise, you hoped, but looks. If Edward really did age to look like his older self, you wouldn’t be disappointed at all. 

“Are you ready to go, Eddie?”  

Edward cleared his throat, looking at you then to his older counterpart, a wary, yet resolute look to his eyes. “Ja, mein liebe, if… you don’t mind company on our outing.” You raised an eyebrow at his words, stopping in your tracks just before the last step down. You silently asked him to explain. “Ah… Edward, here, will be joining us for dinner.”  

“Is he now?” 

“Jawohl.” 

You gave him another beat to say just kidding or, really, anything. When it didn’t come you shrugged, taking the last step and walking over to the men. You kiss your Edward and then turn to the other, narrowing your eyes before giving him the slightest slap on his cheek. “Behave.”  

“You might as well tell me not to breathe.” 

Both Edwards led you out of the house, sneaking silently through the underbrush until you came across a small hillside that led towards a calm river. A small blanket was thrown out that hosted a basket, wine bottle and a few candles ready to be lit. It was simple, but oh, did it make your heart soar. Edward really was trying to make this the best Valentine’s Day he could. Your Edward ushered you to sit as he tasked his other self to light the candles while he got out the food. Fruits, cheeses, sausages, and crackers were all arranged on a charcuterie board. Once the candles were lit, both Edwards sat down on either side of you, pouring the wine and feeding you fruit. 

“So what is this, truly?” You ask, looking at Edward then rolling your head to look at Richtofen. 

“I am simply showing mein younger self how to properly treat a woman. Open.” He ordered then fed you a grape, tracing your bottom lip with his finger. “Und perhaps to show you there are better Richtofens spend your time with. You got dealt a bad hand on that one ohoho-Ach!” He reeled his hand away from where it was behind you, you could only imagine what Edward stabbed it with in response to that comment. 

“I didn’t know you were the… romantic type, to be honest.” 

“Fraulein, you don’t know most things about me. Ja, mein idea of a good time is slashing und gutting the hoards, or perhaps stealing a few spleens from our schleeping colleagues, but that doesn’t mean I don’t know how to be what’s considered… traditionally romantic. It’s just boring most times.” 

“Most times? Is this one of those times?” 

He paused for a moment, eyes flicking towards you before grabbing another fruit, this time a strawberry, bringing it to your lips. Your teeth grazed his fingertips as you bit down. “It’s still early.”  

Edward tipped the wineglass up to your lips and you took a swig, the liquid feeling luxurious as it travelled down your throat. As soon as you swallowed, Richtofen was feeding you another bite of cheese, sausage, and ground mustard on a cracker. You ate it greedily, hunger twisting in your stomach, but it wasn’t entirely for food... 

“You look ravishing tonight, mein Liebe.” Edward sighed into your ear, turning your head with two fingers. He kissed you gently, savouring the moment. It was chaste, but it said everything that needed to be said. He brought the wine back up to your lips. Another sip. Another bite of food from the other’s hand.  

“Fraulein, I have met ein thousand women in mein day, und yet, none even came close to the beauty you effortlessly possess.”  

Your eyes shot up high, cheeks exploding in a blushing fury as the words escaped Richtofen’s lips. You have never heard him say anything like that. Who is this man and what did he do with the evil Edward Richtofen you know? You couldn’t even squeak out a reply because as soon as he spoke those words he was pulling you into a kiss. At first it was much like Edward’s, until he deepened it, tongue gently wiggling into your mouth, caressing your own as if he was mapping each and every taste bud on it. You couldn’t help the moan that escaped your lips. Richtofen pulled back and smirked, not at you, but at his younger self. 

Edward looked displeased to say the least. His lips were in that tight line again as he stared at Richtofen. You could swear you saw the vein in his forehead bulge. The glare disappeared as he looked at you, a wave of confidence enveloping him. You were given another drink of wine, but before Richtofen could feed you Edward had your face in both his hands, looking deep into your eyes. “You shine brighter than any star, burn brighter than any flame, und can kill a man with ein look alone. You make me burn up, schatzi. You make me ache with love, with want, with need.”  

He pressed his lips to yours hard, devouring you in a kiss so deep it left you breathless. He tasted the backs of your teeth, swirled around your tongue, and coaxed it into his mouth, sucking on it so deliciously. Another moan was coaxed out, but this time louder.  

And Richtofen didn’t take too kindly to that. He pulled you away from Edward, roughly bringing your face to his and smashing your lips together even harder. Your lips might be bruised and battered by the time they were through with you. He forced his tongue into your mouth, along with… something else. A foreign intruder that startled you, until he maneuvered it to your molars, and forced you to bite down. A kaleidoscope of flavour exploded on your tongue, syrup coating yours and his as the chocolate began to melt on your teeth. You recognized the flavour as those chocolate candies that have the cherry inside. Soon enough the two of you were pushing the small cherry around your mouth, groans and grunts leaving the two of you. You knew those candies weren’t alcoholic, but you were beginning to rethink that by how your head was swimming. He finally wrapped his tongue around the cherry and drug it back into his own mouth to swallow, teasing you with just the taste of it. 

You gasped, panting hard as you pulled away to swallow the thick syrup. You could only look up at the stars that twinkled as the two of them attacked your neck, kissing and sucking as if you were dinner tonight. The wineglass was pressed against your lips again, more food shoved into your mouth and you could barely register anything that was going on as they tore at your clothes. Did they at some point become undead? It certainly felt like it, the way they were devouring you. 

“What are- what is- what-“ You couldn’t even form a coherent sentence.  

“Fraulein didn’t you say we must take you to dinner first before we ravished you again?” The older man hummed, laughing into your skin when you yelped from a harsh bite. 

“But-“ 

“Mein alter counterpart had a point. What better way to celebrate the occasion than by being thoroughly fucked.” 

Ah, that must be what they were talking about in the house. 

You tried to protest, tried to explain that today was about romance, about love! But the more they worshiped you, the more they kissed and sucked and pulled and groped… the more you were happy to think of this as romance. Your dress was harshly pulled down by Richtofen as Edward worked your bra clasp open, tossing aside the offending piece of fabric. They both had one goal in mind: ravishing your breasts. They both latched onto your nipples and laid you back fully to have their way with you. Edward was gentle, suckling as he gazed up at you from under those pretty eyelashes while Richtofen was anything but. He sucked hard, teeth grazing and biting, sending jolts of delicious pain to your core. The harsh difference between how the men attended to your breasts had you reeling. 

Edward trailed his kisses down to your stomach and then lower, pushing your dress down as he went. You were out in the open; if anyone came to investigate they would see your almost fully nude body. Why didn’t you care? Richtofen’s hand replaced where Edward’s mouth once was, pinching and twisting the now neglected nipple.  

“Edward, have you ever seen such ein fine specimen?” Your lover asked, pushing aside your damp underwear. Your folds were attacked by the cold, but quickly soothed as he drug his thumb along it. Richtofen pulled away from his work on your breasts, going to join Edward at your lower half. 

“How gorgeous this little cunt is. Have you experimented with it, Doktor?”  

“Ah, quite right, Doktor. I have found it to be quite… sensitive. Very responsive. But of course, there’s always more experiments to run. I would love to have ein second opinion.”  

Richtofen smirked, also touching your now drenched slit. Edward thumbed at your clit while the other pushed into your hole, feeling you flutter with every stroke of the younger’s on your bundle of nerves. “Jawohl. Very sensitive, indeed. Have you completed any oral experimentation?” 

“Of course, I am very thorough… however an observer is crucial when it comes to such tests, ja?” 

You simply groaned, loving how they spoke about you as if you were just a test subject, but hating that they weren’t actively fucking you in any capacity. Edward finally relented at your whining, pulling your dress and panties all the way off before burying his face into your pussy. His lips closed around your clit, tongue lashing at the nub while he gave slow, hard sucks. He used the tip of his tongue to flick it back and forth, up and down, pressing harder, licking faster as you mewled and cried out from sheer ecstasy. Richtofen watched intensely, holding your leg open to get a good view of what his doppelgänger was doing. 

You were so close, you twitched and clawed at the blanket, legs so desperately wanting to close around Edward’s head but stopped by Richtofen’s strong hands. You could feel the coil in your core wind tighter and tighter following the tight circles of Edward’s insistent tongue on your clit. You moan out their names, shaking as you reach your peak, coming hard under Edward’s attention. He broke the seal of his lips, ducking his head a bit lower to catch your climax on his tongue, his nose pushing against your sensitive clitoris as he lapped you up like a starved man. When he was satisfied, he sat back on his haunches, looking proud with a very obvious tent in his trousers. The satisfied smirk on his lips lasted only until Richtofen opened his mouth — many such cases. 

Richtofen clicked his tongue thrice, shaking his head in disappointment. “Ach, I knew you were a lost cause, Edward.” He said, harshly pulling him out from between your legs. “This is how you properly eat a cunt. Perhaps take notes?” 

Richtofen gave you an overconfident grin, before he too dove into your overstimulated pussy. He plunged his tongue into your hole, slurping and twisting it around while his nose rubbed against your throbbing clit. It was too much, oh so much. You cried out again, legs clamping around his head as your hands tried to push him away. He only laughed into your abused flesh, hooking an arm around your leg to keep himself anchored in place. Once he got his fill of your juices, he pulled his tongue out to focus on your bundle of nerves while he stuffed his fingers inside you, fucking you with them brutally. 

“Fuck, Edward!” You cried out as he bit down on your clit, grabbing his hair and pulling hard, but that only seemed to fuel him. He grazed his teeth on it a few more times, each time making more whines and pleas to escape your throat. It hurt, oh god it hurt, but in a way that had you speeding towards the finish line. 

He crooked his fingers in precisely the right way, pushing hard against that spongy part inside you over and over until you came, stars bursting in your vision. You screamed into the hand he quickly placed over your mouth as you clamped down hard on his fingers, crushing his digits in waves as you rode out your high. Your clit throbbed harder as the onslaught overwhelmed your frazzled senses. Your body thrashed, hands pulled his hair tightly, mouth begging words that disappeared into his palm. It was only when you went entirely limp, too overstimulated to fight anymore, that he pulled away gasping, face absolutely drenched in your juices. He pulled his fingers out — even with being overstimulated you whined from the empty feeling — and brought them to his mouth, sucking greedily to get every drop off.  

“Wouldn’t you say that was much better, fraulein?” He laughed, looking smugly at Edward.  

You couldn’t say anything, you could barely breathe. Your body was numb and frayed at the same time and horribly you could still feel the ghost of his mouth torturing your poor cunt. Your chest heaved with the effort it took to bring in air. Better? He’s trying to kill you! Your mind was clouded from overzealous pleasure, barely registering you were naked laying spread eagle on the blanket in the grass out in the open. Well, you weren’t entirely naked as you still had your thigh highs on, but your heels had been kicked off at some point during this whole… cunnilingus-fest. 

“I think our subject is fried.” Richtofen hummed, at least you assumed it was the older one, you were too exhausted to check. “Her pussy is still pulsing, perhaps her senses have been overloaded. Pity. I assumed she could take more.” 

“Oh, she can.” A similar voice said, or was that Richtofen? Why do they sound so similar right now!? “We just need to give her a reason to. Liebling, watch.”  

The way his voice commanded you with such authority had your eyes opening and hazily focusing on them. They were unfastening buttons on their clothing, shedding the fabric while keeping intense eye contact with you. They dared you to look away and with each inch of delicious skin getting shared with you, you wouldn’t dream of it. You didn’t notice until now how scarred the older man’s body was. They were light, healed, almost imperceptible until you were ogling it as you were now. You could see some softness to his belly that Edward had yet to gain, but it didn’t detract to his attractiveness. Soon the men were kneeling naked in front of you, heaving, rock hard and eating you alive with their eyes. At least for a moment, before Richtofen shifted towards his younger self, eyeing his body. 

“Mh, I had such a fantastic body at that age. The fact you hide it from the world is an injustice, truly.”  

In a move that even shocked you, knocking you immediately out of your orgasm-induced daze, Richtofen reached out, wrapping a hand around Edward’s cock and pumping it lazily, dragging his foreskin down to fully uncover the tip. His head was cocked to the side and a large grin painted his face. 

Edward reeled back, slapping the other’s hand off his dick, entirely bewildered with anger bubbling up to the surface. “Was zum teufel?”  

“Was? Ugh don’t be such a prude. It’s glorified masturbation.” Richtofen reached for him again, but was once again swatted away. 

“Don’t touch me with your filthy hands!” 

“Oh, I’m allowed to stuff your girlfriend’s cunt with mein filthy hands aber you draw the line at yourself, hm?” Richtofen was baiting him, egging him on to give in and fuck you were almost sure it was working. “C’mon Edward, look at her and tell me she was not enjoying it.” He said, two sets of gazes now pointed at you. 

You laid there, eyes lidded as you had indeed enjoyed watching the other man grope your lover. It was a twisted kind of enjoyment you knew, but Edward on Edward action made your abused cunt gush back to life, aching for more. You bit your lip as you slowly nodded. “Bitte.”  

Bitte. 

And that seemed like it was enough. 

Richtofen wrapped his fist around Edward’s cock again, but this time he wasn’t swatted away. With an uneasy stare, he watched as foreign yet so familiar hands pumped his leaking shaft, groaning as he hit all the right spots, squeezed all the right areas, and at just the right speed. “Ah- ah fick.” The younger man gasped, hips jolting. 

“I have played with this Schwanz for decades now und I know exactly how to drive you wild. Move over Fraulein, let him lay down.” Unceremoniously, Richtofen grabbed Edward and pushed him down. Your lover tumbled next to you, barely getting his bearings before Richtofen was laid behind him, sandwiching Edward between the two of you. Richtofen grabbed his cock again, pumping and twisting his wrist in just the right way to have his doppelganger arching his back so deliciously while little moans tumbled out. “Go on, play with his sack.” How could you say no? 

You groped him, squeezing his balls before rolling them in your palm. You could feel it tighten when Richtofen ran his thumb along his tip, collecting the precum and pushing him closer to ecstasy. Edward was panting, lolling his head back and forth, letting bits of German fall from his tongue. “Isn’t- schieße.. aren’t we supposed to be focusing- ach! on… on mein…” He trailed off, unable to complete a single sentence, but still looking at you though heavily lidded eyes to infer it. 

“She’s enjoying it plenty, but if you do insist…” Richtofen stopped playing his counterpart’s cock, “Use him, get your fill again, but do not let him cum, ja? Our little Edward deserves to be tortured.” He let out a manic laugh. He offered you a hand, and with it, you swung your leg over Edward’s hips, rutting your folds on his weeping cock before impaling yourself. He sunk into you deliciously, kissing your cervix with the head. “Ride him like a bitch in heat.” 

And my god, you did. 

You slammed your hips down on him with a bruising pace, using his cock like a toy to get yourself off. You watched as Richtofen grabbed Edward’s hand, placing it on his own neglected cock. Perhaps Edward was already too fucked out to care or it was something else entirely, but he began to stroke the older man, sloppily with less finesse he received, but it had Richtofen throwing his head back in a laugh turned moan, saying what you can imagine is downright filthy things in German. 

Edward’s other hand gripped on your hip tightly as he began thrusting upward, snapping his hips in time to your bouncing. His eyes flicked from your drenched and filled cunt, watching his throbbing prick plunge deep inside, to your breasts which swayed and jiggled with each grind of your hips.  

“Tick tock, schlampe, reach your climax before he does, or not at all.” Richtofen ordered. 

You nodded, closing your eyes and focused on the build up. You narrowed in to the sensation of Edward’s cock hitting just the right spot in you, in tandem of your clit smashing against his pubic bone with each push of your hips together. You felt the telltale signs of your orgasm approaching, feeling that familiar coil once again wind up until it snapped inside you like a molten rubber band. You arched your back violently, shuttering and sobbing from the force. He still shoved his cock into your fluttering pussy over and over, chasing down his own orgasm that was sped up by your tightening inner muscles. Before he could find it, Richtofen was lifting you off, placing your jellied body on your hands and knees. He had to hold you to keep you from collapsing, but that was no problem for the strong older man. You didn’t miss how your lover whined from the loss of your tight cunt. Without warning, he pushed your head into the blanket and thrusted inside you from behind. You were already warmed up, just how he liked. He pounded into you with such force you began sliding against the blanket, feeling the rough fabric burn your cheek and knees. You anchored yourself with two fistfuls of the cloth.  

“Ja… mh… so gut. Ach, you’re so gut. You ruin me, fraulein.” Richtofen grunted, words punctuated by every thrust. With one hand he kept you in place, the other palmed roughly at your breast. Your fourth orgasm hit you like a freight train. It was unexpected, like a cork of a champagne bottle popping. Tears welled up and dripped down to the blanket as the pleasure was blinding. You couldn’t make a noise besides a single, strangled gasp. Even with your silence, your bodily reactions said everything. He felt you cum, felt your pussy flutter and squeeze and clench down on his cock. He only fucked you faster, clawing at you skin as if trying to rip you apart. “Nnnngh… ja, mein hure, mein Hündin… mein… lieb-ach!” 

He stilled, spilling his hot seed deep into your cunt. His cockhead was insistent against your cervix as it throbbed and twitched. A few more shallow thrusts to chase the end of his orgasm was all he could afford before he collapsed onto the coarse fabric, his softening cock slipping out and laying limply on his lower stomach. You were now sandwiched between the men, not that you minded. 

The three of you were heaving, trying to take all the oxygen in the atmosphere greedily into your lungs. Richtofen was spent, you felt overused, and yet Edward was still hard as a rock, aching, not quite having his fill. Richtofen noticed, and was quick to rectify that. 

“Edward, make love to her under the stars. Langsam. Properly.” 

“Since when did you become the director of this play?” Edward asked, while still getting up to lay between your legs. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his slender hips even when your body said it was too overworked to do anything. His tip bobbed against your entrance and with a careful push, he slowly filled you to the hilt. You whimpered as your body protested the intrusion.  

Richtofen sat up, grabbing something that had been long discarded. Soon he was laying on his side, facing you, watching you as he brought a kiwi slice up to your lips. You let him place it on your tongue and you playfully licked his digit as he did so. A wicked smile graced his lips as you ate the fruit, feeling the refreshing bite of the liquid race down your throat while Edward began to finally make love to you, right under the stars, just as you wanted. His thrusts were slow and languid, Sweet German nothings whispered softly into your ear as Richtofen continued to feed you during the passion. Was this heaven? Was this the greed, the glutton, the lust they’ve spoken about in the Bible? If this was wrong, you never wanted to be right. 

This time your orgasm flowed over you in a stream of muted pleasure, perhaps underwhelming for most, but it was exactly what you needed after the onslaught these men — mostly Richtofen — had put you through. It was a sweet release, just as sweet as the fruit juices dancing on your tongue. You looked into Edward’s eyes as you had your final orgasm, hand reaching out to hold Richtofen’s, lacing your fingers with his. You don’t know why you did it, but it felt… right. Right. 

Edward came shortly after you, shivering and sighing ‘Ich liebe dich’s against your lips. When he was spent, he too pulled out and collapsed next to you. The two men were cuddled on both sides, caressing your body, in a more… sensual way. 

“We are… lying naked on a hill,” you finally say, laughing at the absurdity of it all. “You think anyone heard?”  

“I would be concerned they were deaf if they didn’t.” Edward sighed. You could tell he was coming back to his senses.  

“Gut. I hope they did, I hope they are soooo jealous I am getting mein dick wet und not them. Especially Dempshey.” The older man smirked. 

The three of you once again got mostly dressed. Well, enough dressed to walk back to the house you picked. You were really getting deja vu, remembering scrambling to get dressed at the Pentagon. You didn’t bother with the food, or the wine, or anything for that matter. Edward carried you “home” with Richtofen in tow, sluggishly climbing the stairs and dumping you under the covers. Two warm bodies cuddled against you on both sides.  

‘You better get used to this happening each time you come across the older Richtofen’ A little voice in your head said to you. That wouldn’t be hard to do, you decided. 

“I hope this Valentine’s Day was… adequate.” Edward sighed, running his fingers through your hair. 

“Adequate?” You asked, voice slurred from the sleep that threatened to overtake you. “I got thoroughly wined and dined and fucked by my two favourite men. This was the Valentine’s Day of all Valentine’s Days.” 

“Two favourite, hm? I suppose I could live with that.” Richtofen piped up. “Although I hope next time it’s my turn to be spoiled. Let’s see… I want blood und guts und spleens? Ja, spleens would make the doctor very happy.”  

“And I thought you were romantic?” You teased. He playfully pinched your nipple while huffing. 

“I said I can be romantic, und I think I rigorously proved that tonight. I didn’t lose all of meinself to 115, you know. There’s still a part of me, somewhere, deep inside. It seems to spring out when… I’m with you, Fraulein.” He looked uncomfortable with his own words, either by not meaning to say them out loud, or by not meaning to think of them at all. He quickly cleared his throat and changed the subject, the vulnerability too much for him. “I hope I taught you a thing or two, Edward?” 

Edward didn’t respond and looking over to him confirmed what you assumed, he was out like a light, snoring softly. The poor man was worn. You giggled, turning your attention back to the man currently pressing closer to you. “I’m sure you did.” 

He smiled at you, a genuine smile. It was followed by a chaste, but passionate kiss and when you closed your eyes, you swore it felt just like how your lover would kiss you. “Ich lieb-“ he paused, taking a deep breath before continuing. “Ich habe dich lieb.”  

“Ich habe dich lieb?” You whisper, not quite understanding. 

“Ja. Just leave it as that for now. Gute Nacht, mauschën.” 

You wanted to argue, you wanted to know what he said, but with the serious tone his voice had, something that chilled you to the bone, you decided to not press, for now. “Gute Nacht, Eddie,”  

Another genuine smile. Oh, how he’s spoiling you. 

You fell asleep in the arms of your two Edwards again, feeling safe and secure and entirely loved. How was this going to end? You had no idea. But you couldn’t find it in yourself to debate the intricacies of this time travelled fuelled intimacy you shared with the both of them. You were going to just enjoy the ride while you were on it, especially today. 

Truly the Valentine’s Day of all Valentine’s days indeed. 

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A3! Homepage Lines - Valentine's Day (2025)

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Spring Troupe

Sakuya: I’m actually always nervous when you give me chocolates. Even now…

Masumi: Receiving chocolate from you always makes me so happy I could cry. Thank you so much, really. … I love you.

Tsuzuru: I woke up a little earlier today, probably ‘cause I was excited for you to give me chocola… Uh, I sound like a little kid, don’t I?

Itaru: Your handmade chocolate is an S-tier recovery item. TYSM for the full heal.

Citron: This year’s thank you kiss will be on your favorite spot! Ohhh, what a cute reaction♪

Chikage: You’re a magician too, in my eyes. I don’t like chocolates, and yet you turn them into special presents.

Summer Troupe

Tenma: It’s obvious that I’m waiting for chocolate? If you tell me you’ve got something to give me this time of year… Of course I’ll look forward to it.

Yuki: Oh, it’s a teddy bear chocolate. W-Well, it’s pretty cute, I guess? Thanks, I’ll savor it.

Muku: This year’s chocolate is delicious too! This flavor is a once-a-year gift to me.

Misumi: Thanks for giving me a different triangle chocolate every year~ You’ve become a master at finding triangle chocolates!

Kazunari: Your chocolate is sweeter than usual this year! Did you put all your feelings for me in it?

Kumon: Thanks! I don’t do so good with sweet stuff, but I could eat a ton of your chocolates!

Autumn Troupe

Banri: TY for always givin’ me chocolate. So? Ya gonna feed it to me or what? Just kiddin’.

Juza: The chocolate I get from you’s special, so I wanted to savor it, but it was gone in an instant.

Taichi: I made chocolates with Mi-chan this year! They’re for you, of course! ‘Kay, here you go!

Omi: Directo… Oops, great minds think alike. First, please accept this chocolate financier from me.

Sakyo: Your chocolate’s pretty elaborate this time too. …Is that all you’ll give me? I’m free all day, y’know.

Azami: Thanks for the chocolate. …Huh? I-It’s shaped like a heart!? You should only give this kinda thing to the guy you… l-like.

Winter Troupe

Tsumugi: Ohhh, this chocolate looks delicious. Thank you very much. Please try mine as well.

Tasuku: I shouldn’t take you giving me chocolate like this every year for granted. …Thanks. 

Hisoka: There’s a marshmallow inside the chocolate… Did you make this? I’m happy, I’ll savor it.

Homare: It seems that I managed to give you my gift before you gave me yours this year. That shocked face is precisely what I wanted to see.

Azuma: I’ve prepared some delicious chocolates for you. Come over here, I’ll feed them to you.

Guy: Thank you as always, Director. Being able to express our feelings like this is not something to be taken for granted.

Backstage

Matsukawa: I was actually hoping you’d give me chocolate this year too~! Your kindness touches my heart!

Tetsuro: Thank you… this year too… I’ll savor… and eat it…

Akashi: Ah… Thank you for giving me chocolate this year as well. It’s always nice to receive chocolates, no matter how old you get.

Rento: Is it just me, or did the quality of yer chocolates get even better this year? Ya never cease ta amaze~

Sakoda: Thanks for the specially-made chocolate! I can just feel the love ya put in it!

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GT is really trying to make the Baftas about her on her Ig huh

(Grouping together for ease of responding.)

I've seen several mentions/had folks talking to me in DM about Georgia's Insta stories earlier today. I'll put some screenshots here so we can discuss:

I feel like this all starts with yesterday, so let's quickly recap: Last night, David appeared on the One Show. Georgia came along and watched the show backstage, and posted an Insta story of him on the TV screen, in color. She posted nothing related to David and Valentine's Day, despite having made a post about him every year for the last several years. Today, she posted about BAFTA preparations. Two photos of David, both again in black-and-white, and two photos in color, one of which featured her calling a bag of skincare products "my valentine."

The first thing that comes to mind is the songs that are used on some of these stories. For three out of four, the songs are upbeat and happy, which seems to contrast starkly with the almost somber tone of these pictures. It reminds me of the song "I Am A Rock" by Simon & Garfunkel, where the music is cheerful and up tempo, yet the lyrics are much darker and full of pain/sadness. So if you're only looking at what's on the surface, it causes you to miss what is going on underneath.

It would also be very easy to overlook that these stories are all related to an awards show--that David is hosting for a second time, no less. Because there isn't really anything celebratory about any of these. Just looking at the captions/tags, Georgia seems to be showing more enthusiasm for receiving free skincare products than for anything else. And in both pictures of David, he is doing something else/just trying to exist while she photographs him. In the picture in the car, he seems to be looking at the National Theatre, and despite sitting next to her, it feels like he is about a million miles away--that same feeling of preoccupation/tiredness that we saw last night.

And then there's the last piece of these stories, which is that the photos of David are once again in black-and-white. I've said this previously, but we are now long past the point where the B&W makes sense for legal reasons or anything having to do with the show. Let's also look at what's happened over the last few weeks: The fan taking a picture with David in the airport, the photo of David behind the bar in a pub in Glasgow this week, and then the full-on hair reveal last night, all in color. Contrast that with the video of David dancing to Sabrina Carpenter, the WOS acceptance speech, and now these photos, all in black and white, and all taken/filmed by Georgia.

Looking at everything together, I think David never cared about hiding his hair, while Georgia and Anna knew/know the fans have wanted to see dyed hair, and have viewed their Instagrams as a source for pictures. So holding the promise and possibility of seeing that is a guaranteed way to keep getting clicks and drive engagement, especially given how many fans took screenshots and got excited every time Georgia or Anna added a new story. What became a joke at the fandom's expense has now backfired, and I truly don't think there was ever going to be a "big reveal" or that either of them intended to post a picture of the dyed hair in color.

To be clear, there is no part of me that takes joy in any of this, and I do not wish for either David or Georgia to be unhappy or miserable. But I can't dismiss the almost painful gut reaction I had to these Insta stories--how "off" the vibes are, and how this all seems to be about much more than just hair dye.

What will happen at the BAFTAs tomorrow is still anyone's guess--Michael is not listed as a special guest or as a presenter (though he did present an award last year, as I recall), so who knows if he will even be there--but I am honestly hoping that things will be okay. For everyone's sake...

[strawberryflavoredvenum]

Ticcijack Valentine's fanfic

This is really late lol. Sorry about that, I had school and work!

Here you go!

Jack had never been a fan of Valentine's day. It's not that he was bitter, but more so indifferent. He was not too excited about holidays in general. He saw them as just another day. His love life was doa and he was never a romantic person to begin with. This year was different though. This year he had someone. Someone who loved holidays.

Toby was always the one putting in the most effort during holidays. Him and Lyra used to decorate the house and use leds to match whichever holiday was soon at the time. Now that he was a proxy, he still clung on to his traditions. The other proxies appreciated the sentiment during the holidays

Valentine's Day was different though. Toby has never been with anyone before Jack so he's never fully celebrated. He also knew that Jack didn't care for holidays so he didn't try.

That's what led to Jack's current situation. Frustrated and struggling to get the LEDs to stick to the wall. There was a table with a TV dinner and a Tupperware of kidney. The dinner was nothing special, the table cloth was dusty, the damn LEDs just won't cooperate. Jack signed when he looked at his poor excuse for a romantic scene. It looked nothing like the effort Toby usually put into holidays. Toby was away on mission but would be back soon.

Jack was about to tear the whole thing down and pretend he never tried when the front door jiggled and a tired and bloody figure walked in. He stopped in his tracks when he reached the living room and saw the scene. No reaction at all. Jack prepared for the worst.

Toby was in shock. No one has ever done something like this for him before. Jack even remembered the leds in red and pink. He didn't even know how to react.

He was bloody and gross, yet he sat down at the table. Jack did the same as he studied Toby's expression. Toby looked down at the TV dinner and smiled. "How long did this take you?" Toby asked. Jack shrugged. " Longer than I'd like to admit." Toby smiled as he removed his muzzle. "It's nice". Jack sighed. "You don't have to lie. It looks like a child made this." Toby frowned and looked around the room. Toby didn't see it that way. To him, it was charming and made him feel important to someone.

Toby grabbed Jack's hand and squeezed it. "You're the only person to ever do something like this for me." Jack squeezed his hand back and nodded. "You always put your heart and soul into holidays. I wanted to give you the same effort."

Toby was flushed and absolutely flattered. Getting Jack to be romantic or vulnerable was like pulling teeth. Toby didn't even have to try today. Toby dug into his dinner and Jack followed after.

After dinner, Jack picked up the plates and washed them. Toby got up and stretched. "Man I'm filthy". He said. He was still in the same clothes he went to his mission in. Jack couldn't help but feel sad that toby was going to shower. It marked the end of their date.

Toby made it to the hallway before stopping and turning around. "What are you waiting for?" Those words nearly killed Jack. This was a new step in their relationship. He guessed that it was HIS Valentine's gift. Jack quickly followed after. He already couldn't wait for next Valentine's day.

[sturnswrites]

night to remember

where innocent!reader and protective!matt go out to dinner on valentines day because both of them are free...

You hadn’t planned on doing anything special for Valentine’s Day. In fact, you’d purposefully ignored the date, treating it like any other workday, refusing to let the sight of heart-shaped balloons and overpriced flower arrangements remind you that you were very, very single.

So when Matt texted you that afternoon—Doing anything tonight?—you figured he wasn’t doing much either.

Nope. Just working late, you’d replied, expecting the conversation to end there.

Dinner?

That one word made your stomach flutter, though you tried to ignore it. It wasn’t a date. It was dinner. Two people who had known each other forever, who worked together now, who happened to be free on the most romance-fueled night of the year. Nothing more.

At least, that’s what you told yourself as you stood in front of your mirror, fixing your hair for the third time. You had dressed with careful indifference—something nice, but not too nice. Professional but not work-related. Something that wouldn’t make Matt’s sharp blue eyes linger too long or send the wrong message.

When he picked you up, he was waiting outside his car, leaning against it with his hands in his pockets, looking infuriatingly good in a black button-down with the sleeves pushed up just enough to reveal his forearms. The moment you stepped outside, his eyes swept over you, slow and deliberate.

"You clean up nice," he said, that signature smirk tugging at his lips.

You rolled your eyes, though you could feel warmth creeping up your neck. "So do you."

The restaurant was a cozy, dimly lit Italian place that neither of you had been to before, tucked away from the overly romantic hotspots of the city. It felt like neutral ground—safe, familiar despite being new, the kind of place where two people who weren’t on a date could still enjoy a good meal without the weight of expectations.

At least, that’s what you thought before the waiter brought over a complimentary glass of champagne for each of you, along with a knowing smile.

"From the chef," he said. "Happy Valentine’s Day."

You felt Matt go still beside you, his jaw tightening slightly before he let out a low chuckle. "Guess we don’t really blend in as the ‘just friends’ type, huh?"

Your stomach flipped, but you forced a laugh. "Must be the lighting."

The conversation flowed easily, as it always had. You talked about work, about the latest changes in his office’s interior, about the designs you were still finalizing. But somehow, between shared plates of pasta and stolen sips of champagne, the conversation drifted back to high school.

"You remember that one Valentine’s Day?" Matt asked, swirling his glass absentmindedly. "Senior year, when you got that giant teddy bear from some guy in our class?"

You groaned, hiding your face behind your hands. "Ugh. How could I forget? That thing was almost bigger than me."

"I remember because you hated it," Matt said, amusement flickering in his gaze. "You were so embarrassed, carrying it around all day."

"It was ridiculous," you muttered, shaking your head. "And I barely even talked to the guy."

Matt’s smirk faded slightly, something unreadable passing through his expression. "Yeah. Didn’t stop him from trying, though."

You raised an eyebrow. "What’s that supposed to mean?"

He hesitated, then leaned back in his chair, exhaling a short breath. "Nothing. Just… back then, I remember thinking he wasn’t the right guy for you."

Your pulse skipped.

"Who was?" you asked softly, though you weren’t sure you wanted to hear the answer.

Matt held your gaze for a long moment, and for a second, it felt like the years between high school and now hadn’t changed a thing. That same unspoken tension still hummed between you, a thread that had never really broken, just stretched across time.

But instead of answering, he shook his head, a small, knowing smile playing at his lips. "You were always picky."

The tension lingered between you for the rest of the night, quiet but present, hanging in the air even as he drove you back to your apartment. Neither of you spoke about it, but you could feel it—the way Matt’s hands gripped the steering wheel just a little tighter, the way your breath hitched when his arm brushed against yours while shifting gears.

When he pulled up to your building, he put the car in park but didn’t move to turn it off. Instead, he glanced at you, his fingers tapping against the wheel. "You gonna be okay going up?"

You huffed a small laugh. "I think I can handle walking to my own apartment."

Matt smirked, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. He looked like he wanted to say something else, something important. But then he just shook his head, exhaling through his nose.

"Goodnight, then."

You nodded, your hand reaching for the door handle—but you didn’t open it.

Instead, you hesitated, biting your lip. You could still feel the warmth of dinner, the champagne fizzing in your veins, the lingering memories of high school ghosts that had followed you both through the night.

And maybe it was that—maybe it was the weight of the past pressing against the present, or maybe it was the way Matt was looking at you now, like he was fighting against something he wanted to do.

Either way, before you could think twice, you turned back toward him.

"Matt?"

He barely had time to react before you leaned in, closing the space between you. Your lips met his, soft and tentative at first, as if testing the waters.

But Matt—Matt didn’t hesitate.

The second he felt you against him, his hands found your face, tilting you closer as he deepened the kiss. It wasn’t rushed, but it wasn’t hesitant either—it was something that had been simmering for years, finally breaking the surface.

When you finally pulled back, breathless, Matt’s eyes were hooded, his thumb brushing absently over your cheek.

"You sure you wanna do this?" he asked, voice low.

You swallowed, your heart pounding.

"I don’t know," you admitted, barely above a whisper.

Matt exhaled, his forehead resting against yours for the briefest second before he pulled away completely, his hand falling from your cheek.

"Let me know when you do."

And with that, he unlocked the car doors, waiting for you to step out.

You did—your legs feeling slightly unsteady beneath you as you walked to your building, the night air cool against your heated skin.

But even after you disappeared inside, you could still feel it.

The weight of Matt’s lips on yours.

And the promise in his words.

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[thechaoticcheese]

TWs: Smut, Poly, Oral, IDK lower parts reader is GN so no bits are mentioned, Exhibitionism(ish), Fingering/Handjob, Faux Choking. UH IDK ENJOY

Word Count: 4,315

Happy Valentine’s Day From Task Force 141 - Smut(GN!Reader x 141) - One Shot

Valentine’s day. A day you never really celebrated. Exes often disappointed you and whenever it was V-Day at school no one really batted you an eye. So the day wasn’t your thing. Maybe that’s why everyone in Task Force 141 wanted to make it so special. See you joined the SAS around March, and well, let’s just say, mid August everyone got super close. They were before, but you just were the bow on top of everything. So when they were tossing around ideas for the day and you said you’d pass giving out an idea, then explaining that you didn’t do Valentine’s day, the four men seem to put in a plan to make it the best day of your year this time.

Price was first. You woke up to a wonderful smelling breakfast in the commons room that was oh so suspiciously quiet. You looked at him with a sleepy smile, your palm gently rubbing the sleep out of your eye.

“What’s all this for?” You asked heading over to him as he was sliding down a heart shaped pancake onto a plate from a spatula with some fresh fruits and scrambled eggs.

“Hm? Oh your breakfast, love.” Price said in a loving tone as he gave you the plate, placing a fork and butterknife on top. “Top it ‘owever you want. I’ll join ya at the table. Just let me clean up.” His white tank top hugged his broad chest well, his chest hair peeking out peppered with greys. You could only blush as your eyes mistakenly wandered lower where loose grey sweatpants covered his lower half, but you couldn’t not mistake that outline of his prick against the fabric. It made you clear your throat as you passed, opening the fridge to see what toppings sounded good. You could feel your heart flutter as you try to clear the unsavoury thoughts from your head as you choose your toppings. You could hear Price cleaning up the dishes, the water running and the sound of a sponge scrubbing against the pan. Once you topped the pancake how you wanted it, you went to sit down at the table and Price was soon to follow. However, he didn’t sit down next to you. His hand gently rubbed your shoulder as his hands trailed lower down your side. “Price?” You asked as he leaned over you, his hand gracing its way to your thigh and rubbing it gently as his lips met yours. Your eyes widened for a moment before you kissed back before Price dragged his lips across your cheek to your ears.

“I hope you don’ min’ if I have you for breakfast d’ya love?” He growled in your ear, the warm breath ghosting over the skin of your ear. Your stomach turned with anticipation as your breathing got shaky.

“I-I… I guess.. B-but what about being seen?” You whimper out as his hand trailed up your thigh, gently rubbing his fingers up against your crotch. “Told the rest to piss off from the commons room ‘til noon so we got a few hours.” He grumbled as his lips went further down your neck, hand cupping your crotch and gently massaging it as a whimper fell from your lips.

“Al… Alright.” You breathily responded as he chuckled before he moved underneath the table, spreading your legs, his tongue licking just right at the sensitive spot as you took in a deep breath. Even through two layers of fabric, his warm wet tongue was enough to get you going, your stomach churning warmly as your crotch got even hotter. “Try to eat your breakfast, love, before it gets cold.” He said looking up with those piercing blue eyes.

You bite your lower lip as you shakily take the fork and attempt to eat, though your attention was taken to the Captain on the ground, kneeling before you as he slowly takes off your pants. You shifted your hips to help as he also skillfully takes off your underwear in one swoop. His warm wet tongue graced your skin as you took a bite of the pancake he lovingly cooked for you. The flavor was to die for but his tongue caressing you was the only thing that filled your mind as pleasure took a hold of your body. You bucked your hips gently towards his mouth. He didn’t complain, but only groaned softly as you felt his tongue continue to work with you. Your free hand gripped at the table’s edge as you slowly made it way through your breakfast. It seemed like it was quick to get cold. Though it even tasted good then. “P-Price… Jesus… P-Price sl-low down…” You whimpered out as he continued to use his mouth and tongue to pleasure you up until you swallowed your last bite. You were panting, and you had lost count at this time of how many times he pushed you over the edge. You gently patted his ruffled hair that you hand mindlessly gripped, wincing at the thought that you might’ve accidentally pulled out some of his locks while he was giving you the best oral you’d ever had. Price pulled away licking his lips, his beard dripping with your spend, pre and his spit. You bring him up, putting two fingers under his chin before you licked at his beard then to his lips. He kissed you as soon as your lips touched his. “Let me help you with that…” You murmur softly as your hand trailed down to his bulge that was just twitching for attention, he chuckled and gently gripped your wrist right before you could touch it. “Nah. Don’ worry darlin’. I’ll have Gaz look after it after he’s done with ya. You go enjoy your day today, hm?” Price responded gently as he pulled away, gently helping get your pants and underwear back up before taking your plate to the sink. “Thanks… Uhm… Happy Valentine’s Day.” You respond with a gentle chuckle, flushing more as Price glanced back, surprised that you actually said it.

“‘Appy Valentine’s Day.” A smile crossed his lips before going back and doing the dish for you as you left the commons room, trying your best not to think if the others had something planned. It was probably just a one off thing with Price.

-

A few hours passed and you were about to hand in some papers you meant to the day before to Price when someone gripped your forearm and drug you into a pitch black closet.

“Alright. Which one of you is it?” You asked as you carefully shifted the papers to one hand. Whoever it was had let your wrist go. Your hand reached for the light before the papers in your hands were snagged away. Then you were pinned against a wall with lips pressed against yours. Now you couldn’t mistake any of your men’s lips. Price, soft, but you could always feel his whiskers whenever your lips met. Ghost’s was thin, always needing chapstick, but enjoyable nonetheless. Soap, well he was always kind of a messy kisser, that, and like Ghost, his lips were thin, but he kept them soft as well. So that leaves one man, Gaz. As soon as his lips left yours, he softly chuckled. “‘Pologies for the surprise angel. Didn’t think we’d get a chance to sneak away today. I got you some chocolates and flowers, roses. Though I think I’ll give you that after we’re done here. An’ don’ worry about those papers. I’ll turn’em in. Just relax and I’ll take care of ya.” His hands cupped your cheeks as his lips reconnected with yours. His thumbs caressing your cheeks as you kiss him back. His hands trailed down your neck, one staying gently pressed against the bottom of your throat as his other hand caressed your clothing before going underneath your top, feeling up your stomach until his fingers danced their way to your nipples. His fingers played with your numb temporarily before his hand gently messaged away at your breast. His hand gentle with each movement as that familiar warm feeling hit your stomach and crotch. “Gaz…” You whimpered softly into the kisses you two swapped as his fingers gently tightened around your throat gently. Your breath hitched as his hands and fingers continued to tease your chest. His knee gently nudged its way between your legs as his hand slid from your chest back down your stomach to tease at the hem of your pants. His fingers gently tugged at the hem as they hooked into them, bringing your hips against his before gently grinding up against your hips before his hand gently rubbed against you before pausing. Gaz brought his hand out of your pants before pulling away, licking his fingers before gently shoving them back into your pants as his fingers went to town on your just like Price’s tongue was doing hours before You gasped as your body shivered before Gaz’s plump and wet lips gently pressed against your neck. His teeth teasing against your skin, but not willing to put much pressure on it to leave a hickey. Though you could  tell how desperately he wanted to. One of your hands landed on his hips as you gently grind against his hand and fingers going to town on you as you pulled him closer. Your other hand snaked up your shirt and started to knit at your chest like a cat. Massaging the skin and nipple as you whimpered out in pleasure, your head turning ever so slightly as you soon found your lips met with hesitant fingers as they tapped gently against your lips. You opened your mouth ever so slightly more before you felt his finger slip into your mouth, muffling the sounds that were escaping from it.

“There you go angel… Now you can make all the noise you want.” Gaz softly spoke into your neck before he finally let his urges take over as his teeth sunk into your neck. A muffled whimper left you as he started to grind against you. “Faaaahk…” He huffed against your skin, “ Shit I told the guys they could have you, but… You're too temptin’ angel.” Gaz growled out as he pushed you back up against the wall, his hand pushing down your underwear and pants as he pressed your hips against him as he started to grind against you, his wet hand gripping your waist. You could feel his bulge growing with each hump as he started to pant more against your neck. The grinding was getting to you. Your hand gripped his hip tighter as you desperately wanted to moan his name, but his fingers stayed in your mouth. “Jesus angel… I dunno about you, bu’ Imma have ta take ya.” Gaz panted against your neck before you slightly nodded your head. Part of you wanted to give the man a blowjob right then and there, but the offer of feeling the man inside of you was too tempting to give up, so you allowed yourself to suck gently on his fingers. “Such a tease, angel.” He chuckled out before undoing his own belt and sliding off his pants. He pressed his bulge against you again, but you could feel the warm wet pre on his boxer fabric that tried to soak into you as he continued to grind, his prick twitching needily against you. You rolled your hips against him as your legs wrapped around his waist as the two of you grinded against each other, his boxers slightly slipping down before he growled out softly and took his cock out and gently prodded your entrance. He made sure that his pre had lubed you up a good amount before slowly sliding himself in you with a soft whimper escaping you as he grunted softly. His hips started slow as he let himself indulge in your tight walls. Your moans doing its best to be heard through his fingers as Gaz slowly thrusted up into you. God it felt so good after the teasing he just did to feel the man stuffed within you. Gaz slowly thrusted into you faster as both of your breathing got more ragged the more and more Gaz gets further in you. His hand gripped your hips tighter as he shuffled a bit, repositioning to get better excess before he started to steadily piston in and out of you. Both of your pants and noises filled the dark closet as he kept an even a steady pace. Christ was this amazing. He was so gentle about it, but it was getting you to the edge. “Mmmpph!” You were trying to cry out his name, tell him how close you were as he continued to pump in and out of you. “I know, angel…” He murmured out as he quickly picked up. You arched your back as he does. He nuzzled away the fabric of your shirt to bite at your collarbone, earning him a soft gasp as your body shivered. That’s when he pulled out and groaned softly. “Can’t leave behind evidence. They’ll have my hide.” Gaz chuckled before removing his fingers from your mouth before kissing you as you came down from the high of your orgasm.

Gaz shuffled up your underwear and pants before doing the same for himself once he made sure you had an even footing on the ground and were against the wall. You hear him grab your papers before feeling a box and a small bouquet of flowers enter your hands then a kiss to your forehead. “Go clean up before the other two get ta ya. Happy Valentine’s Day.” Gaz whispered before leaving. You waited a few minutes as you gathered your thoughts. The other two? Did Ghost and Soap have some sort of surprise for you too? You shivered at the thought that the guys went all out and you got them literally nothing, but it was two for four right now. You’d have to find out later.

-

After you left the closet, the roses that Gaz had chosen for you were white while the chocolate box was a generic assortment of them. Nothing special or fancy or Valentine’s day related. It made you smile that the guys seemed to be absolutely trying their best to make this day special. Even if it was just a bunch of sex and small gestures so far. You chuckled to yourself as you approached your room and before you could even turn the knob, the door swung open and there was Ghost. He looked as shocked to see you as you were to see him. He then gently pulled you inside by your shoulders as there seemed to be someone else in the room with him. He sounded disgruntled and ready to leave, but when he saw you, Soap stopped complaining.

“I see ye’ve ran into Gaz already!” Soap exclaimed with a big smile, gesturing to the gifts that Gaz got you. The two were weirdly standing by each other, doing their best to block your view to your room which made your brows furrow as you tried to look past them but they were insistent on you not looking, not yet. “Uhm… Y-yeah.” You responded as you looked at the two absolutely confused. “Well uhm… Ye wanna… Put ‘em on the er… The table.” Soap said, trying to be calm about what you were about to see as he shuffled himself and Ghost out of the way. That’s when you saw the white rose petals, more than likely fabric, because oh lord there was a lot, trailing from the door to your bed where it was circled with more petals to the wall. There were fake candles lit up around the bed as well, flickering with electricity as your bed had the only colored petals, red. It spelled out: HAPPY VDAY FROM 141 with a heart that was outlined in red petals but filled with white ones. “Oh jesus… Guys…” You could feel tears start to swell up in your eyes as you feel both of the men behind you start to panic as you walk towards your bed. “I-If ya don’ like et, w-we understan’-” Soap panickedly started to speak. “Y-Yeah! We can take it down right away-” Ghost was quick to add. “No… No. I… This is really sweet. First the breakfast, then the gifts…” You gently hold up the flowers and chocolates before gently setting them on the bedside table. You were getting teary eyed at this point and you didn’t even realize it. You turned to them with a big smile and Soap was quick to run over and wipe away any falling tears. There was still fear in his blue eyes as he held your face in his hands. “Sh… Sh… Don’ cry.” Soap softly said.

You gently place your hands on his as you only smiled more. “They’re happy tears, Soap. You guys have definitely made my day… And I… Even after all of your talking. I didn’t get ya a damn thing.” More tears spilled over as Soap seemed at a loss for words as his thumbs kept at their job at being your window wipers for your tears. “Don’t worry, love.” Ghost’s deep gravelly voice responded, his hands going onto your shoulders as he stepped behind you. His hands massaged your shoulders gently.

“Ya. We weren’ expec’in not’in’!” Soap piped up as his face lit up. “Today was fer ye.” You nodded slightly. “Yeah… I figured… Price didn’t let me help him earlier… But… I don’t know… It still feels wrong. Imma need to pay him back.” A soft sigh left your mouth before Soap shook his head as you heard a ‘tsk tsk’ behind you. You try to look back at Ghost, but Soap’s hand gently guides your gaze back to him. “Nae. Price knew wha’ ‘e was doin’. If ‘e tol’ ye no’ta worry ‘bout et, t’en don’ worry ‘bout et.” Soap said before kissing your cheeks softly. “Now. Ye up fer one last round wit’ te big boys?” Soap teased softly as you soon felt Ghost’s gloved fingers tap down your shoulders to your sides and to your waist as he gently pulled your rear against his hips.

“I… Y-Yeah…” You said with a sheepish smile before your lips collide with Soap’s. As usual his kisses were sloppy, not that you minded, because it was that kind of intense sloppy that made it work. His teeth desperately, but gently, tugging at your lower lips as you closed your eyes. You could feel Ghost start to gently tug down your pants after undoing your belt. You could feel his bulge gently grind against your rear as the fabric of his mask teased at your neck. It wasn’t before you felt both of the men’s warm skin against yours, the only thing keeping either one of them from penetrating you were their underwear. Their lips were doing one hell of a job turning you on. The kisses from Soap hadn’t stopped, and Ghost took off his mask just to cover your shoulders in hickies and soft kisses. To say your body was being overstimulated today was an understatement, but you didn’t fight it. Your room was filled with whimpering and grunting from the three of you. “Jesus, Ghost. Donnae ‘bout ye, but I t’ink it’s time this lil’ bonnie got some attention.” Soap murmured before you could hear Ghost growl softly in agreement. “Agreed.” Ghost said as he shifted down his boxers before he licked his fingers, and rubbing them against your entrance, it sent a shiver up your spine. “Now ben’ over bonnie,” Soap whispered into your ear before backing up. You obeyed the order, getting face level with his hips as the excitement you just had from Gaz suddenly fluttered back into your body. The blowy you wanted to give him could now be given to Soap and you smiled slightly as you watched as he pulled down his boxers. His prick jumped out of the fabric that was concealing his excitement. You didn’t hesitate to wrap your lips around his tip and gently sucking on it as Soap groaned out softly above you. A soft gasp left you as you felt Ghost slowly fill you back up. Your body shivered with delight as the two men were now in your body. You didn’t let your mind pause for too long, afterall, how could you leave Soap hanging like that?

You started to work at his prick, sucking softly and gently licking the tip as you pushed him further into your mouth, working carefully and meticulously as you slowly started to bob your head up and down. The gasps from Soap were worth how you were working your lips against his member. You could tell from the shutters from his body that he was trying not to thrust into your mouth and let you take your time.

Ghost on the other hand, had no problem being rougher with you. His hips harshly and quickly thrusting into you, but slowly pulling out, earning some whimpers from you that you shamelessly let rumble into Soaps’ shaft as you worked your magic with him. Your hands gripped Soap’s hips to pull him closer, getting him to fill more of your mouth before you feel his tip tease the back of your throat. You’d gotten used to going deep, so your gag reflexes weren’t the problem anymore. It was the anticipation of who would pull the trigger to go deeper. You always enjoyed teasing the boys into begging for them to go down your throat, but today just wasn’t those days. Someone could say you were cock hungry. From all the teasing from all four guys, you didn’t doubt that the description fit you, but that thought could be mulled over later. Right now, it was you, Ghost, and Soap.

Your fingers dug into the skin on Soap’s hips as Ghost pushed further into you a muffle moan leaving you as your hips pushed back against his, pushing him all the way inside to the base. Then you finally took the step to deep throat Soap. “Aye! Bonnie…!” He whimpered out as his hand caressed the top of your head, fingers trailing through your locks. You wanted him to grab your hair so damn badly like usual, but he was hesitant.

So, you shoved him further down your throat. You heard another groan as his cock twitched in your mouth and throat, bulging your neck. He gasped as his hand then instinctively gripped your hair, tugging it ever so slightly. “Ye ken ‘ow’ta work me.” Soap grumbled out in pleasure as he let his hips rock ever so slightly, matching your bobbing head. A stifled chuckle came from you as you soon found yourself working at his base. Part of you were so focused on the man in front of you that when Ghost hilted himself deeper than usual, you gasped and moaned. You hadn’t realized how close to your next orgasm you were so it felt like a surprise when it happened. Though the fun wouldn’t stop. Of course it wouldn’t. You had to at least let these two get off too since Gaz and Price refused despite everything. You could tell that Soap got the memo from your hands bruising his hips at how tightly you were gripping onto him as how determined you looked while giving him the blowjob. Ghost on the other hand, you had to buck your hips back a couple of times for him to get the memo. You were willing to scoot back if he didn’t understand when he was slowly pulling out of you. When it finally clicked he slammed himself back inside and started going faster than he ever had before. You arched your back as he quickly pistoned in and out of you as it took over how you were bobbing on Soap. Not that you minded only having to worry about keeping your teeth off the sensitive skin, but the noises that were coming from Soap was just too damn intoxicating. That and the grunts Ghost tried his best to hide only added to it as you slightly twist your head. You felt bad as your nails dug into Soap’s flesh as if trying to ground yourself as the warm feeling came back in your stomach. It was gut churning and you knew you were definitely going to need a moment afterwards and well, two beefy men could hold you. That’s when you felt both of them do that thing, the two quick thrusts before being pulled into both of them, your back straightening. You swallowed every bit of spend Soap gave you, not like you entirely had a choice, nor did you mind.

As for Ghost’s, his load was too big to keep inside so it decided to splash out onto his base, dripping down your thighs and onto the petals on the floor. The room was now filled with panting as you were slowly pulled out of, then gently set down on your bed. “Happy Valentine’s Day, bonnie.” Soap said as he gently kissed your forehead. “”Appy Valentine’s Day, love.” Ghost echoed as he kissed your hand, “Oh and uh, take the rest of the day off.” His voice sounded more like an order than the soft voice he had just used. “Thanks… Happy Valentine’s day.” You responded as they started to get dressed. They helped you get dressed as well before cleaning up so you could relax in your room the rest of the day. Soap mentioned something about dinner outside of the base before saying they’d have to text you for that because things weren't for sure. This was for sure one Valentine’s Day you wouldn’t forget any time soon.

[nana-luvy]

-> 𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛

warnings: fem!reader, established relationship, just fluff

It had always been special between you two, somehow, to Luke you were just oh so special. You were every day since you’d first come to camp, in mid-fall a couple years back. But it wasn’t because you were already claimed by Aphrodite, or because your piercing eyes had bore into his first with no intention to back out when you met. You were just…special, in a way he couldn’t exactly pin-point yet could somehow elaborate.

You were special in the confidence you wore like one of your necklaces, at all time around you, exuding it effortlessly like a second skin wherever you were, and intimidating aura he wasn’t used to. He was drawn to it in a way he found twisted, wanting to make your resolve waver and to seep in through the cracks to see behind, but being near you always had him buzzing like from the smell of a heady perfume, your presence alone the thing he wanted forever near and yet the sole thing he was so intimidated by.

You were special in the way you always appeared to stay true to yourself, even in the most out of place situations. He’d always remember the day you arrived at camp, black heels —that, and you corrected multiple times since, were called mary-janes— and knee high socks, tight halter top and short ruffle skirt, coming down Half-Blood hill with a pink bag thrown over your shoulder: you seemed so out of place. So you chose to make the place fit you instead, taking one step after the other confidently, winking at people you didn’t know who eyed you while you walked down on the slippery grass, not even tripping once, and Luke had never been so shocked and amazed, not that he remembered.

And you were special in the way you always kept him on his toes, never knowing what could come next, but knowledge he could surrender when it made the blood buzz in his veins any time you looked at him. He should’ve been used to it by now, except he never wanted to get used to it, he wanted to feel the rush, feel the sparks, and you were the one to make it possible.

As you cleared your throat behind him, making him turn around and take you in, he was reminded of that once again, his mind running a hundred miles an hour just to process how you both could’ve ever landed in this situation. The sun was kissing the horizon behind you and he couldn’t care less about its magnificent hues when you stood before his eyes, twisting a strand of your hair around your finger with a smirk adorning your face.

“I barely saw you all day.”

Gods, even just the tone of your voice did things to him he’d never admit.

Luke took a few steps forward, slowly closing the distance between you two as you didn’t even move a single finger, knowing he’d come to you.

“And I’ve been mourning it every second…”

“I’m making a poet of you, aren’t I ?”

The boy’s lips stretched in small grin, trying to contain the dumb smile tugging at them, because you didn’t need your ego stroked even further by seeing him react to the littlest of flirting. “What can I say, I guess I just needed the right muse.”

You giggled right in his ear as his hands found your waist, slightly tickling the bare skin of your sides before finding purchase on the small of your back. Luke’s smile broadened as your own fingers tickled his nape mindlessly, arms slung over his shoulders, his face coming close to yours, his forehead touching yours with little effort as you stood tall in your heels.

“Be careful, Castellan, or I might start to think you’re quite fond of me, in the end,” you teased, tilting your head to the side in that charming way that had his heartbeat unknowingly increase.

“Believe me, dearie, I’m way past that stage,” he started, looking longingly in your eyes. “Better yet so, I’m putty under your gaze, how is that ?”

Your eyes closed as you chuckled, slowly opening back up to catch his gaze searching yours already. “It’s a good start. But, next thing you know…” You brushed a single finger against the side of his face, tracing along the scar you loved to decorate with lipstick marks, your touch lingering on a skin he felt to be heating up by the seconds. His breath almost caught in his throat as the pad of your finger gently traced along the underside of his jaw, tilting his head up. You closed the small gap between you two, leaving a chaste kiss on his pulse-point and a pink lip shape behind, your voice a whisper in his ear. “You’ll be on your knees, begging to carry my bags and kissing the floor I walk on.”

The poor boy could feel the blood rushing throughout his body, set ablaze, while you just stood there knowing perfectly well whatever emotions were stirring up inside him, and choosing to just absentmindedly play with the short curls on his neck. Luke gulped down hard, finally lowering his face to rest it on your shoulder in defeat. “You’re one of a kind, aren’t you ? Having the best of times while you endlessly tug at my heart…”

“Your heart ? Oh I would never, that I would only cherish. But your mind…” He could practically hear the smirk in your voice as you spoke. “Call me cliché, but I want it wrapped around my pinky finger.”

Luke looked up, only to be met by the flashing, content smile that made your face glow when it reached your eyes, and he almost wanted to get lost deep inside them for an instant, before getting his wits almost fully back —his body straightened every time your fingers as little as grazed his nape.

“You’re cliché, dearie, that’s in your dna,” he simply stated, as relaxed as he could be when his heart was hammering in his chest like it was. And he knew it was silly, really, to be this affected when it had been this long since the first time. Yet, it still always felt like the first time when it came to you, he was always unprepared and accepting anything you’d give him. “But promise to never leave me, and I promise I’ll be wrapped around your finger until you’ve wrung me dry.”

You hid your laugh behind an ever-growing smile, slightly biting the side of your lip before bringing your hand between the both of you, a balled fist with the pinky sticking out. “Promise ?”

“Promise.”

And just as your finger interlaced the boy leaned down, catching your lips with his in a kiss full of a passion he wouldn’t ever attempt to hide, blooming inside his chest like a rose in the spring.

And just as you were about to separate, he couldn’t resist leaning forward a little more, your back arching as he held you tight against his front, his lips whispering on yours. “I guess you’re stuck with me now.”

Did i loose the plot along the way ? maybe. But who gonna say a thing huh ?

Also, I wanna develop bimbo!reader now, I fear there is no going back.

Love you byyye ~

Nana <3

[path-of-blue-eyes]

"You better savor your victory, Yugi." He teases, admittedly, in a light mood where he could actually joke about their own competitiveness and previous rivalry without being serious in the slightest. "We have our entire lives." Until his last breath, he wanted Yugi by his side in every little thing he did.

A soft hum utters from Seto, like a cat's purr as the other nudges into his neck. Honestly, it should be a spot he's sensitive about others seeing and touching, yet he feels so...comfortable? He could be in any state, even the mess he is now, and he feels as though he won't be judged or pitied for it.

"You say that like I'm not already addicted to you." To think a kiss was all he needed to break the walls he held up. A simple, sweet and innocent kiss that brought him down enough to finally take the man he's wanted since the very first time the two played a card game against each other. "I think the better question is if you'll keep up with me." Goodness knows Seto made damn sure to work out frequently.

The thing was that, he felt almost unable to move from how drained he felt. Of course a bliss was over him, like the high of winning or making a breakthrough, yet he can't even find himself the energy to move much or...Well...Out of Yugi.

"Hm...That's right, I am...I don't mind, sleeping with you like this." Even if it wasn't exactly clean or maybe ideal to some, it somehow made this night feel special in that way. "We can bathe together in the morning. Probably a bath, since I'm guessing you won't be able to walk." That's what he's thinking, his rougher voice suddenly falling into a gravely tone as he starts to feel a wave of sleepiness over take him. It wasn't just from the bliss of making love to the man he's been wanting for years, but it was also far pass when he would normally be up on a night like this.

𝐀  𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 ,    𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒  𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇     gusts  out  of  yuugi  at  seto’s  remark  about    ‘    𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔  𝑡𝑜  ℎ𝑖𝑚     ’    once  again ,     its    double  -  meaning     far  from  obscure ,     even  if  his  pleasure -  scrambled  brain  can’t  quite  process  at  its  standard  rate .     yuugi  feels  beautifully  light ,     like  an  angel  curled  up  inside  a  cloud ,     delicate  as  a     𝒅𝒆𝒘  𝒅𝒓𝒐𝒑     on  a  blooming  wisteria .    “     this  might  be  my  biggest  victory  yet  ,     ”     he  plays  along ,     gazing  at  seto  with     𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗟𝗗𝗦  𝗢𝗙  𝗔𝗗𝗢𝗥𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡     strung  amid  the  stars  in  his  lash -  curtained  eyes .    “     we’ll  make  it  to  sunrise  some  other  night     [     .  .  .     ]     we  have  all  the  time  in  the  world  together  ,     right  .ᐣ.ᐣ     ”

           for  now ,     yuugi  is     𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐥𝐲  𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭     to  bask  in  the    divine  afterglow     of  the  pleasure  they’d  created  together ,     sweet  heat  beaming  over  them  like  white  gold  light  from  the  morning  sun ,     despite  the  moon  still  reigning    𝗖𝗟𝗘𝗔𝗥     &     𝗕𝗟𝗨𝗘     in  the  sable  skies  beyond  seto’s  bedroom  window .    exhaustion     begins  to  set  in  his  bones  as  the    𝐴𝐷𝑅𝐸𝑁𝐴𝐿𝐼𝑁𝐸     melts  away ,     and  all  that  had  transpired  from  that  first  kiss  in  the  guest  room  to  now  plays  back  amid  a    𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒚  𝒉𝒂𝒛𝒆     in  his  mind .     tonight ,     yuugi’s    head     &     heart    (   and ,     verily ,    the  rest  of  his  body    )     have  summited  mountains  he  thought  he’d  never  be  able  to  climb ,     leading  him  to  heaven’s  embrace ,     right  where  he’s    𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃  𝐓𝐎  𝐁𝐄  ,     in  seto’s  arms .     he  will  sleep  better  than  he  has  in  years ,     and  wake  to  find  that ,   indeed ,     the    man  of  his  dreams     has  at  last  become  his  reality .

            “     i’m     𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚   satisfied  ,     ”     he  answers ,     nuzzling  into  seto’s  neck  like  an    𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞  𝐜𝐚𝐭  .    “   �� i  feel     𝒔𝒐  𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅     right  now  ,     all  because  of  you  .     ”    and  it’s  no  surprise ,     really    ━━━━     of  course  the  one  he’s  been     𝗕𝗘𝗚𝗚𝗜𝗡𝗚  𝗙𝗢𝗥     in  the  privacy  of  his  yearning  heart  can  satisfy  him  like  no  one  and  nothing  else  in  this  world .    “     i’ve  got  to  warn  you  ,     though     ━━━━     i  think  i  might  be  addicted  to  you  ,     now  ,     ”     says  yuugi ,     another  breathy  giggle  warbling  his  tone ,     even  if  he’s  telling  the    𝒂𝒃𝒔𝒐𝒍𝒖𝒕𝒆  𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒉  .    “     but  you’ve  always  had  the  stamina  to  keep  up  with  me     [     .  .  .     ]     i  can’t  imagine  that  would  change  now  .     ”

           yuugi  is  so  comfortable  like  this ,     he’d  almost  forgotten  that  seto  is  still  inside  of  him .    𝐀𝐋𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓  ;     whenever  he  takes  in  a    more  substantial  breath  ,     he  shivers  around  him ,     walls  gently  squeezing  his  shaft  in  a  way  that’s  quite    [     .  .  .     ]     𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓  .     beyond  that ,     he  knows  the  moment  seto  pulls  out ,     his  cum  will  start  to  leak  out  of  him ,     and  yuugi  isn’t  ready  to    𝑳𝑬𝑻  𝑰𝑻  𝑮𝑶     just  yet .     perhaps  he  could  even  drift  off  to  sleep  like  this ,     bound  to  the    love  of  his  life ,     and  deal  with  the  mess  in  the    𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐲  𝐨𝐟  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠  ,     though  surely  it  wouldn’t  be  ideal .   presently ,     he’s  not  so  concerned  about  it ;     the  sole  thing  on  his  mind  is  how  much  he    𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑠  𝑠𝑒𝑡𝑜  ,     how  he  wants  to  be  as  close  to  him  as  possible ,    𝗢𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗜𝗡𝗚     until  the  places  where  their  bodies  differentiate     feather  out     into  blurred  lines .

           soft  sighs  trickle  out  of  yuugi  as  he  takes  in  the  feeling  of  seto’s  hands    ALL  OVER  HIM  ,     stroking  down  his    𝒏𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒅  𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌     and  caressing  so  lovingly  through  his  hair  that  his  eyes    have     to  flutter  closed ,     leading  long  lashes  to  brush  the  skin  of  seto’s  throat .    𝗜𝗧’𝗦  𝗣𝗨𝗥𝗘  𝗕𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗦  .     to  be  so  close  to  him  this  way ,     to  receive  his  affection  so  directly ,     to     𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍  𝒉𝒊𝒔  𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆     radiating  from  his  body ,     his  gaze ,    HIS  TOUCH    ━━━━     to  yuugi ,     it’s  more  gratifying  than  winning  any  tournament ,     and  well  worth  the    intangible  oceans     he’s  crossed  over  the  years  to  get  to  this  point .     he’d  endure  all  the  pain  he’s  ever  felt    𝐭𝐞𝐧  𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝  𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐝     if  it  meant  he  could  be  held  by  seto  like  this  for  even  just  a  minute .

            “     do  you  still  want  me  to  wear  your  pajamas  .ᐣ.ᐣ     ”     yuugi  asks��,     even  if  the  idea  of  moving  from  their  current  position    𝑖𝑠𝑛’𝑡  𝑠𝑜  𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 .    “     not  that  i’m  suddenly     𝒔𝒉𝒚  ,     or  anything     [     .  .  .     ]     ”     he  chuckles .    “     i  mean  ,     you’re  still     [     .  .  .     ]     ”    deep  in  my  guts .    “     [     .  .  .     ]     you  know  .     ”

[shoshiwrites]

Five years of Blind Dates?! Five years of Blind Dates!! Created and run by the wonderful @mercurygray at @blind-dates-fest. I just really love this event, guys. And this year I wrote for MotA! I took several more liberties than I have in past years, inspired by a name generator, my great-aunt's service in the WAC, and the story of T/5 Ilene Hall. Title half-stolen from Glenn Miller's "Guess I'll Go Back Home (This Summer)." Without further ado, meet Mollie!

This Summer

Dear Sis,

Aunt Rose says I can’t have more dessert until I write you this letter. I don’t think that’s fair considering I was going to write you anyway. Have you met any pilots yet?

Mollie can see Aunt Rose coming out of the kitchen in her nice dress, the rose-print one she wears for holiday meals and outings with the matching belt. She’s holding a little china plate, rose-print too, along the edges, with the prized seconds. She smiles too at the thought, Mollie does, because Aunt Rose doesn’t let you leave the table unless you’ve finished everything she’s made. Especially on a holiday, especially when times were what they were. Mollie had finally succeeded in giving up on it the past few years, the second special bite of cheesecake you got on Shavuos and rare times else. Uncle Sy’s already rolled up his sleeves to start the dishes. 

She can see Max at the table, one hand with his pencil and the other reaching for the plate that hasn’t landed yet. He’s a straight shooter, her little brother. Max Jacobs liked adventure novels, his sister, and the Boston Red Sox, in that order. He’d be in heaven here, surrounded by green fields and tall heroes. 

But she doesn’t have time to reply just now. The jeep in front of her needs looking at before the hopeful returns, making some kind of noise even the sergeant who’d driven it over looked baffled by. She’s gotten good at diagnoses the past month and a half, engine problems and gear shift gremlins and things she’d only half-paid attention to over a decade and change of hanging out at the back of Uncle Sy’s garage, helping with paperwork and holding tools. The Bee-One-Seven mechanics have been joking about kidnapping her for weeks. 

She doesn’t know what feels bigger — the thought of a crew’s life in her hands or the driving work of the depot men, soldiers who crisscross bombs over country roads to get to each base and each ship.

One last bobby pin in her pocket isn’t quite enough to re-secure her braid at the back of her head. But it’s all she’s got, so she’s got to make it work — nimble fingers and the metal end digging into the back of her neck. 

She knows she ought to cut it. One of the WAACs who works plotting the bombing routes cuts hair on Sunday afternoons after she gets back from church. She’s sure Lieutenant Bergstrom would be delighted to give her a new style. She’s sure the neighbors would hear Aunt Rose’s scream if her beloved niece came back through the door with short hair.

She tucks her necklace back beneath her shirt and wills the pin in place, to keep the telltale strands of reddish-brown out of the motors and carburetors and things that go vroom in the night. A few minutes of tinkering has the noise licked, just like she’d hoped. She’s glad she’s the only one in here this time of day, so she can sound all the little exclamations and curses she wants. Until she hears a motor cut, shoe-steps approaching, early afternoon sunshine and shadow on the poured concrete from the sliding workshop door.

“Corporal Jacobs?” 

She looks up to see her sergeant standing there. It isn’t surprising, considering how Sergeant Lee likes to see how all her girls are doing. She’d even volunteered to write Aunt Rose and let her know that Mollie was getting on just fine here in England. Mollie had tried not to turn pink from embarrassment, but the fact was that she was just freshly twenty, the baby of the group by far, and it had taken a signed permission from Uncle Sy to even get her into the Army. So she’d politely demurred, and made sure to say thank you. 

“Yes, sergeant?”

“It’s about time for the boys to be getting back in,” she says, the note in her voice too familiar by late June. Two other bases before they’d made real camp at this one. “But you know that. I just thought I’d see if you needed anything out here.”

Mollie smiles, and wipes a hand on the rag from her pocket. “Just a cup of coffee, ma’am, but that’s hardly your responsibility.”

“Tell you what- I’d say we’ve got enough time to swing by the mess before you need to be ready with your truck.” The one she uses to ferry crews to interrogation and out to the waiting planes, kept closer to the airstrip. It’s sure better than the little bike she’s got propped up outside, the one she and a fellow mechanic had wheedled out of a radio gunner during a game of craps. He’d been a good sport about it too, and it was only after they’d been assured the next day that he had another one well in hand that they felt alright to take it. “Hop in and I’ll scurry you over there. There’s a few things I need to check with the supply officers about.”

“Sure thing!” She sounds so chipper she almost winces. Maybe I don’t need that coffee after all.

But Sergeant Lee just smiles. Maybe with her attitude the mission will be the kind they hope for, each time. 

The crew she drives is smiling too, the taste of coffee on her tongue as she pulls her sunglasses down behind the wheel. Fidgeting and tired and the sweat cooling at their temples, damp collars, heavy flight jackets unzipped in the summer warmth. She can only guess it went well, thinking of Maxie’s letter as she makes one of the turns towards the interrogation hut, watches the distance close.

Adventure novels, his sister, and the Boston Red Sox, and she moves up a slot when she doesn’t call him Maxie. She’s seen pilots, but she can’t say she’s properly met them. She drives them, quiet witness to the quiet of the morning, the sweat of the afternoon and evening. Says a prayer or three in between. She tells Aunt Rose that she goes to services. It’s not a lie, not really. The boys don’t look askance when she sneaks in back, the navigators and the gunners and the bombardiers, only a few years older than Max. She won’t be there when he’s bar mitzvah’d. She talks to the chaplain when she can. 

The pilots have swagger, the magazines say. She sees it herself. They wear their caps jauntily, and if they don’t quite yet they’re watching those who do, mimicking the walk or the lean or the staccato movie-talk with wide, drinking eyes.

They thank her with nods out of the truck, her deposit finished. “Thank you,” one says, a little louder than the others, and she catches thoughtful eyes. His voice, even in two words, sounds familiar. 

It’s nice enough outside that she hopes no one will miss her quite yet, standing with the toe of her boot in the sun, and then the rest of her. She watches the crew mechanics out on the hardstands — talk about needing coffee, they can’t be sleeping more than four or five hours a night — watches the breeze gently pull at the grass. Not that she sleeps too much more herself. She wonders what it would be like to work on a B-17. 

She watches the clouds move across the china-blue sky. In late June, it’ll be light out for a long while still. The aviation engineers are building more huts by a long line of trees. She thinks of home, and summer, and long days on Revere Beach. The crowds, the smell of suntan oil and popcorn. A few others across the way are wandering out into the sun, a bicycle or two on the far edge of the field. 

Mollie can tell that her cheeks are getting pink – maybe she’s been out here longer than she realizes. 

As if in response, a voice comes from behind her. “Beautiful day!”

“Oh,” she says, only a little surprised. “It is.” The pilot who’d thanked her. He’s got his jacket off, draped over his arm. “It really is.”

“I’m sorry if I startled you there.”

She knows her sun-pink cheeks would argue the alternative, but she tries anyway. “You didn’t.” Say, she wants to say. Where’re you from? You sound like half the boys I went to school with.

He’s squinting into the sky, his own cheeks red with the kiss of altitude. Hypothermia, more like. She can’t imagine coming down from such a height, such cold. “Name’s Charles,” he says, extending his hand after a belated second, like he’d just remembered. “Charles Cruikshank.” She shakes it, feels the warmth of his palm.

“You’re a captain?” She thinks he is. She’s almost certain he’s not a major.

He blinks, like he’s forgotten again. “Yes, ma’am.”

She can’t help but smile, his curls gone every which way. “Oh, please don’t call me ma’am.” I’m not Aunt Rose, or Aunt Sylvia. But I’m in the Army, maybe I should get used to it.

He smiles, really, this time, like he’s starting to land. “What should I call you?”

She folds her arms across her chest, straightens her shoulders. “Corporal Jacobs will do.” The look in his eyes melts when she laughs softly. “Mollie.”

“Corporal Mollie Jacobs.” 

“Yes. Captain Cruikshank.” 

“Do I hear a familiar accent, or is that just the altitude talking?”

“I was just thinking of summers on Revere Beach, if that gives you any clue.”

His entire face is fondness. “I knew I wasn’t dreaming.” She laughs. He stands there, remembering, points with a finger. “The ice cream shop across from the boardwalk.” The whole place was spilling over with people, places to get roasted peanuts and Cokes and ice cream. But she remembers, she thinks, the whir of the clunky old fan and the smell of sugar. 

“What’s your flavor?” 

He considers, serious as anything. “Strawberry?”

“Coffee marshmallow.” Before she’d tried to stop eyeing the tubs of ice cream, tried to steer herself towards a glass of buttermilk after ordering Max his scoop of chocolate chip.

“Everett Senior High School, Class of 1935.” 

Maybe they’d gone to different schools, certainly moved in different circles. She knows that. But it’s a relief she didn’t know she needed, to meet someone who’d felt the same sun. Her smile pokes wider across her face. “Pleased to meet you. Again.” She sticks out her hand, and he returns it.

“Pleased to meet you, too.”

[brooklynisher]

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Happy birthday!