#happy valentine's day to all who celebrate it!!

[whoredyceps]

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

day nineteen: anniversary

ᰔ pairing: oberyn martell x reader

ᰔ summary: it's been five years since you first found yourself in the prince of dorne's bedchamber. you have something special planned for oberyn, and he's more than happy to celebrate the best way he knows how.

ᰔ author's note: gwen writes something that isn't angst or hurt? i didn't know i had it in me. anywayyyss, i love writing with oberyn and they always end up so much longer than i expect themt to. i fear i'll always be an oberyn girl ✋😔 he's my cool slutty prince and they'll never take that away from me

ᰔ content warning: 18+ /// MDNI!!!! f!reader, oral (f receiving), canon divergence bc i do what i want, erm i think that's it, reader has hair (enough to tuck behind ear)

"Here you go. The best quills from this side of Westeros."

You picked up one of the feather quills off the red pillow they had been presented on. With a meticulous eye, you examined every inch of the writing tool in your hand.

After what felt like ages for the merchant, you finally nodded in approval and put the quill down. You motioned for one of your handmaidens to step forward, and you took the bag of coins she held.

"A hundred gold coins for your payment," you hummed. "This should cover the cost, as well as payment for your efforts and the travel." It was for more than the man had asked for, but you were always the one to give. Whether it be the money in your pocket or the food on your plate— you were even generous with the love in your heart, the way you gave and gave.

"Thank you, my lady." The merchant bowed his head and took his leave, you and your handmaidens left with the gift at hand. You turned to one of the girls and motioned for her to step forward.

"Please bring these to Davios and ask that he place these in the box I had brought from the King's Landing." With a bow, the young girl took the pillow full of quills. You thanked her before you dismissed the rest of the handmaidens.

Once alone, you finally took a deep breath. Your chest had been tight all week, and today felt no different. At least with your gift finally here— albeit the same day you were supposed to gift them to your lover— you were able to focus on what actually mattered.

Today marked your fifth year at Oberyn's side, as his lover and paramour. While things such as time didn't matter, you still felt the need to find some way to thank him. The prince had given you a beautiful, lavish life that you had dreamed of since you were young, and it only felt fair that you thank him for providing. That, and you wanted to treat him with something he would never purchase for himself.

You spent the rest of the day in a haze as you tried to pull together the last bits of what you had planned. It was no big feast, but you were hellbent on making it a special night for Oberyn. All he knew was that you had requested his undivided attention in the evening, at his earliest convenience.

As the sun set, you finished the last touches of the dress you had put on. There was a gentle knock at the door, followed by the sound of the door opening. You looked past the mirror to see your lover, his feathers a bit ruffled.

"My love?" You tilted your head as you approached him. Oberyn tried to bite down and swallow his annoyance, but the look on your face told him that he had not been successful.

"You look stunning, my pantheress," Oberyn hummed. He took your hand in his, a soft kiss pressed to your knuckles.

"Thank you. Now please, tell me what's wrong," you gently urged him. "I can see how it sits under your skin."

Oberyn sighed and his smile dropped a tad. To others, it wasn't much of a difference. To you, it was as if his entire demeanor had shifted.

"They've sent word for me that I must travel to King's Landing in the coming week. It's arbitrary, to be at the beck and call of a woman who believes all of Westeros is hers to rule." You listened intently as Oberyn aired his frustration. As he spoke, you rested your hand on his arm. He had mentioned before that it felt nice, the way you always touched him as he spoke.

"Has she given you a reason? I'll presume she left that out," you muttered the last part to yourself.

"She did not. The day Cersei falls from grace will be the day we celebrate with a large feast for all of the land." Oberyn chuckled, though it was dark and bitter. He stopped when your grip tightened on his arm, concern written all over your face.

"That will be the day Dorne begins a week long celebration," you mused. "We'll send our best wine for those who mourn, or wish to join in such festivities."

"We'll send them by fleet, to ensure their safe arrival," Oberyn hummed. "Enough of that. I will not let the news ruin what you have planned. May I ask what it is you have up your sleeve?"

You smiled as you took his hand in your own. While the thought of Oberyn leaving left you unsettled, it was to be dealt with tomorrow. You had worked too hard to put together this evening to let it go to waste.

"You may ask, but I will have no answer. Come, follow me." You led the prince out of his bedchambers.

In the five years you had been in Oberyn's home, it had become your own. When you first arrived, the only saving grace from getting lost was the sound of the ocean as it wafted through the halls. You knew if you were close to the waves, you could find your way to one of the common areas. From there, Doran or one of Oberyn's daughters was kind enough to guide you in the right direction.

Now, this was your home. A home you shared with your lover and his family, one who had become your own over time. There were many reason you wanted to thank Oberyn— if you sat and counted each one, you'd be here for ages— but this took precedence, amongst other things.

You led Oberyn through one of the many winding halls, one that you found yourself in more often than not. As you approached the end of the hall, there was a thick wooden door. Before you opened it, you turned to the prince.

"What did they tell you, when I sent for you?" You asked. As you spoke, your hand settled on his chest, right above his heart.

"I was told you asked for my time this evening. Something about my attention and convenience," Oberyn replied. He hadn't heard much beyond the bits that mattered. If his lover was requesting his presence, that was all he needed to know.

"I asked for your undivided attention. Will you afford me that?" You asked with an expectant expression.

"For my pantheress? My darling, I will give you the world if that is what you asked." Oberyn held your arm, while his other hand grabbed your hip. He dragged you closer and kissed you.

When you lived in the North, you had heard of love. It was sparring, the sweet stories you heard from those who passed through your town. After some time, you believed that was all that it had been— a story. It hadn't existed in your home or in those who had taken up space in your life.

Now, it overwhelmed you. Love poured out of you in heaps and into anyone who gave you the time of day. Oberyn taught you what love meant, how it came in forms well beyond words or meaning. He showed you how love was something so powerful, so fulfilling.

"Only your time tonight. That is all I ask of you," you murmured as you pulled away. His face was close to yours, your noses brushed together.

"My time, you shall have. Wholly and utterly yours."

You swore you could have stood in the hall and kissed him for the rest of the night. Instead of your wills getting the better of you, you finally opened the door and tugged him into the room.

Tucked in the side of the castle was an open, circular room with open arches that gave view to the Summer Sea. Even in the late afternoon, with the sun almost completely set below the horizon, the sight of the warm reds and oranges contrasted beautifully against the water. The room was full of the breeze that came from the ocean, the sound of crashing waves echoed all around. You hoped the wind wouldn't blow out the candles that lined the curved walls, as they set the perfect lighting for your night with the prince.

In the center of the room was a table made of wood, finished with a dark glaze and covered in foods Oberyn favored. Two chairs sat across from each other, finished with the same glaze and details of gold etched in. Another gift you had made for when you two wished to dine in private quarters.

"My darling," Oberyn muttered under his breath. He was blindsided by the gesture, surprised to see what effort you had put into the evening.

"Tonight, you and I are to have our own feast. A celebration of sorts." You tugged him further into the room, the door closed behind him once he was inside.

"A celebration?" Oberyn asked. "Have I forgotten something?" He felt his chest swell, almost in fear. Had he forgotten your name day? No, that wasn't possible. There wasn't a chance he'd forget something so important.

You quickly noticed his expression, and led him to take a seat at the table. Once he was seated, you poured him a goblet of wine.

"No, you have not. I suppose it is a celebration of my own, but it would not be the same without you. Tonight is a way of showing my appreciation," you explained. "It has been five years since my arrival in Dorne. In a few days time, it will be the day that I arrived in Sunspear and met you."

As you spoke, you felt Oberyn's eyes on you. You poured yourself a goblet of wine, but left it near your plate. You stood tall as you looked down at your lover.

"I wanted to use this night to thank you for all you have done for me. You give every part of yourself to the people of Dorne, and what you have left is given to me. It is an honor and a privilege, my love, to stand before and beside you. To have spent years by your side, to be able to love you in ways I hadn't imagined before."

This was one of the few times you had seen Oberyn truly speechless. He was poised and calculated, but this had truly left him without words. After a moment, you began to worry this had all been too much. You rubbed the palm of your hand against your dress, a tick you had developed when worry began to set in.

"You did this for me?" Oberyn finally asked. He stood from his chair as you nodded, so quickly it almost clattered to the floor. Suddenly, his lips were on yours and he pulled you flush against his body.

"I did," you mutter between kisses. Your hands tangled in his hair as your eyes fluttered closed. Oberyn's hands brushed against your side, one settled on the side of your ribcage and the other just above the curve of your ass.

"How lucky am I?" Oberyn mused. He began to kiss along your jaw and neck. He left a trail as he went, marks left to remind the world that you were property of the prince.

"I ask myself the same question." It was hard to put the right words together, to string your thoughts into some line of coherence as Oberyn's hands began to wander again. He still had that effect on you, the ability to overwhelm your senses by his touch alone.

As Oberyn tugged at your dress, your shoulder exposed to the salty air that filled the room, you put a hand on his chest. If you let him take you right here, you'd be there for hours.

"I had dinner and a gift prepared. Those first," you asked as you pulled away. Oberyn bit his lower lip and nodded. He knew it was important to you. His need for you was all he could think of, but his love for you took precedence.

"A gift? How long have you been planning this?" Oberyn let you guide him back towards his seat before you grabbed for something under the table. You pushed the plates of food to the side, replaced by a wooden box.

"This is stunning," Oberyn lifted it in his hands. "So intricate, the details. They only make this wood in the Riverlands." You nodded and took your own seat across from him.

"It turns out the enjoy our wine quite a bit," you smiled. "The box is only part of the gift. Open it."

Oberyn set it back down and fiddled with the latch for a moment. You wished you had a portrait of the look on his face when he saw the quills. He lifted one of them, his finger brushed against the underside of the feather.

"The best quills I could find in Westeros. The one you use is beginning to lose its sharp tip, and I know how important your writing is. I know it does not compare to all that you give me, but I hope the gesture—" you were cut off by Oberyn standing from his chair, the way it clattered to the floor.

In the blink of an eye, Oberyn's lips were on yours as his hands cradled your face. It was full of passion, of every emotion that had overwhelmed him beyond words. With you, he didn't have to verbalize them. There was this unspoken understanding between the two of you, something deeper that intertwined the two of you.

"Fuck the feast," Oberyn growled. "I am hungry only for you." He crouched down in front of your chair and dragged it forward. You gasped, surprised by the sudden show of his strength.

"My love," you mumbled under your breath. You knew it was a done deal. The meal was left at the wayside, dismissed without hesitation.

Oberyn's hands grabbed for your hips as he dragged your ass to the edge of the seat. He hiked up the end of your dress, your legs lifted over his shoulders.

"Gods, this is gift enough for me," he muttered under his breath. The sight of your wet pussy, bare and ready for him was a sight to behold. If anyone in this world was pussywhipped, it was Oberyn Martell.

"All that work for nothing then?" You huffed out a laugh. "If I had known that, I would have saved a bag of gold coins."

Oberyn nipped at your inner thigh, a trail of kisses and bite marks left in his wake. Once both thighs had been bruised to his liking, he dragged his tongue along your slit. Your sweet wetness on tongue tasted divine. He believed if a fountain of youth existed as told in tales, he'd recognize your taste.

"My love," he mumbled. His voice was heavy, thick with your pleasure as it slid down his throat. You gasped, your head lulled back as his lips suckled on your clit. You blindly tangled your hand in his dark locks. Pleasure shuttered through you with each suck, a rush of warmth across your body as his tongue swiped over your slit.

"Oberyn," you moaned. Oberyn's nose buried itself at the apex your thighs while his tongue found itself buried deep inside of your cunt. With your hand, you guided the movement of his face to chase the feeling.

"A little bit longer, my love. You can hold out." His voice was soft, a stark contrast to the way his firm grip held you down against the chair. Even if you wanted to writhe around, it was impossible with the way he anchored you down.

"Please—"

Your voice fell short as Oberyn suckled on your clit again. It was no secret that the prince was good with his tongue— both in wit and in the bedroom. The only thing you mustered was the lewd moans and mewls that came out involuntarily.

"Let go, my pantheress. Give yourself over to the pleasure."

That was all you needed from your lover. With a languish cry, you felt the tight knots in your stomach snap loose. Your eyes screwed shut and your toes curled against the sandals you had worn.

Oberyn lapped at your cunt as if he had been searching for water for weeks. His tongue managed to draw out another orgasm, this one weaker and pleasurably painful. Your grip on his hair loosens and your arm lays at the wayside. You felt a trail of soft kisses pressed against your skin, your legs slowly moved off his broad shoulders.

With what strength you had left, you leaned forward and kissed Oberyn. It was sloppy and full of the taste of you on his tongue.

"It has been the best five years of my life," Oberyn spoke as he pulled away. "Here is to many more, in this lifetime and the next." He tucked some of your hair behind your ear, a soft kiss pressed between your eyebrows.

As Oberyn took you to bed that night, he poured his heart and soul into every moment. His love was different, but it was so perfectly him. The way he paid attention to you, met your needs before his own— Hell, your pleasure was his own, in a way you hadn't experienced before.

By the morning, you were hoarse and bruised all over. While you had woken up in such a state most mornings, you felt at ease this time. You rolled over and tucked yourself into Oberyn's hold. As your eyes closed again, his arms wrapped tight around you.

Another anniversary for the history books.

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

Are some skeletons celebrating Valentine's day? Who plans something big? Who thinks it's all commercial?

Well, I'm a little late lol.

Undertale Sans - It really depends on his S/O. If it's something important for you, sure, he can plan something and even make an effort in his choice of clothes and take you out somewhere. If you don't care, he's giving you the immense gift of buying the pizzas tonight lol. He's a simple man with simple needs.

Undertale Papyrus - Of course, he's celebrating! Papyrus is the King of Romance! He booked a table and a room at the new very luxurious MTT hotel a year early so you two can have the time of your life. Well, mainly the time of his life you realize as you don't exist anymore the second Mettaton is showing his robotic form on the stage. At least you have some fun afterward in the room. You make sure to ruin the bed just to piss off Mettaton. No, you're not jealous at all.

Underswap Sans - He's not celebrating, but he still brings home the biggest flower bouquet you have ever seen. You're not sure where you're going to put it, but it's pretty and with all your favorite flowers in it. Blue wanted to mark the occasion and show you that despite looking like he doesn't listen all the time, he really does.

Underswap Papyrus - Honey prepared a Netflix and chill night! He bought a ton of junk food, a nice cocoon blanket where you two can cuddle close, and a ton of terrible movies to entertain you all night. He just wants to spend some time with his S/O. Now, the only problem is that you're both little old people and you're both snoring in front of the TV at 9 p.m. It was short but intense lol.

Underfell Sans - He waits for you in bed entirely naked, a rose in his mouth. He's enough of a gift, right? It's not like he gave you obvious hints all day leading to this moment, insisting very loudly on the fact he's extremely interested in Woohoo tonight. He's not very subtle, but that's why you chose him, right?

Underfell Papyrus - He "borrowed" Red's motorcycle without him knowing and he takes you on a little trip along the beach during sunset. He planned a romantic picnic on the beach with candles and everything to end the night. It could have ended better than with Red screaming at him on the phone because he realized his baby motorcycle disappeared lol.

Horrortale Sans - Oak bought expensive chocolate for you. You're sharing it in bed during the night while you're cuddling. Oak doesn't care about Valentine's Day, all he cares about is spending some time with you and cuddling and eating chocolate. He's very happy right now.

Horrortale Papyrus - He takes you for a day to the health spa. It's one of the rare activities you can do together without his back screaming in agony. You spend the day getting massages, hanging out in the hot tubs, and relaxing in the sun. Willow gifts you some flowers when you both get out and takes you to have dinner somewhere. He's the perfect man.

Swapfell Sans - Well, Nox learned very painfully how to court with Toriel so, uh, he does the only thing he learned to do and takes you to a Valentine's Day ball. He bought you a very expensive ballgown and everything. Tonight, everyone is going to be jealous of you two. You quickly realize his way of dancing is very outdated though, but that's sort of cute. He's clearly not used to dancing either. He's showing big vulnerability tonight, and it's rare enough to be noted. It's fun though.

Swapfell Papyrus - Well. Being romantic and all this stuff is not really for him. Rus still wants to mark the occasion so he takes you to a random event in town. Ok, he didn't know the event was the longest burp contest. But, uh... It's funny at least? No? Listen, he tried his best, alright?

Fellswap Gold Sans - He has money, he wants everyone to see he has money, and he takes you on the shopping trip of your life. No limit, you get all the clothes you want. You're a bit embarrassed, but Wine is an excellent advisor in fashion and you get out of there with beautiful extremely expensive dresses, new shoes, and a new handbag, and to not make you feel uncomfortable, he buys a handbag too! You then go to parade in the city to make everyone jealous. You're not gonna lie, you're scared to scratch your new dress because of how much it costs lol.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - Coffee takes you bowling. He knows it's not much, but that is one of the rare activities he can actually impress you over than painting and he wants to show off a bit for once. He gifts you a portrait of you he did after that and you both end eating greasy fast food watching Disney movies on the couch and cuddling, obviously.

[glamorousfantasyfic]

Birthday- Planning

Pairing : Azriel × Reader

Summary : Your birthday is coming up and you find out that a special day occurs also on yir birthday. Azriel is planning something for it.

Word Count : Sorry I haven't set up system for this

Warnings : just pure fluff

A/n: this is my first series so I am just trying different things don't worry I will try to complete this and feel free to comment any criticism pr moment you liked .

Special shoutout to : @thelov3lybookworm

( for being my first ever comment , thank you so much )

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Y/ N's P.O.V.

Picking up my drink , I looked as Elain entered the common area , dressed in blue and white floral dress, she looked stunning . I whistled , " Damn dude, look at you beauty !"

She blushed , "Well thank you Y/N ."

" What's the special occasion , hon? "

She took a seat beside me on the sofa ," It's Valentines week in the human world "

" Oh, What's that ? "

" it's just a week to celebrate love , there are different types of days such as rose day, hug day etc. For a whole week , couples celebrate these days with chessy things ."

" Huh, humans finally did something good , so when does it take place ? "

" It starts from 7th Feb to 14th Feb , with the last day being Valentines Day. "

" Ohhh , I have my birthday that week too. " I said taking another sip of this pink delicious drink .

" I didn't know that, when's it ? "

" It's on 9th , Is there a specific day for that too ? "

" Yeah , it's chocolate day , and knowing you that's the perfect day ." She said with a smirk on her face .

" Damn right! Well that's just awesome, more reason for me to indulge in chocolates." I say, smiling wide , imagining the lush, triple chocolate cake.

" what's got you that lusty look ? " Mor says sashing in the room.

" Is it Az? You naughty girl " She said no waiting for an reply .

" No it's Chocolate cake ." I say shameless.

Elain giggled .

" As happy i am talking about chocolates , which male are you siking out Elain ? "

She looks down pink spreading across her cheek , " Lucien , I wanted to do something special for him so I am trying out some ideas before the big day . "

Mor grinned , " Well always the most shy ones put the most efforts. Am I right Y/N? "

I grinned back her , " My man is the definition of this!"

Mor laughs ," He's so damn obsessed with you ."

" Yeah " Elain nodded in agreement.

" Well who could blame him , I mean look at me ." I say wandering my hands down my body, moving my hips side to side.

They both laughed at my actions.

I picked my empty glass and said , " Well as much fun , this was I have some important documents to look through, Bye girls!" I say waving my hands .

Mor's Pov

Waving bye to Y/N , I say to Elain , " There is only one competitior for Az and that's those chocolates and everything made from them . "

" That's why I said it's good her bday is on Chocolate day ."

"Who's bday?" Comes a voice from behind , I look back to see Az entering the room .

" Just my pretty girl's bday ." I say smirking .

" Your pretty girl ?" Az says

" It's Y/N" Elain says

" First of all that's my pretty girl and What's chocolate day ? " Az said with a small mock glare my way .

I just winked at him mouthing , my pretty girl .

His mock glare tuned full glare and I my lips tipped upwards .

" I just love teasing you "

" ignoring Mor , What's chocolate day ? " Az asks turning towards Elain .

Elain explained the whole concept to Az and me .

And I could see the wheels of his brain turning and he is planning something big for her bday and honestly, I am so excited for Y/N .

Your Pov

I walked up to our room , my whole body tired from training and then doing all the paperwork , which I procrastinated for last minute as usual and still have so much work left .

I met Az halfway down the hall and just hugged him.

" What's wrong baby?" He said gently stroking my hair .

I mumbled, " Just tired ."

" Oh my darling , you could've said to me , I would've helped you ."

" No it was just some work and I saved it for the last .And now I am so tired . I say whinning .

"It's okay my love, here let me carry you to our room ." He said picking me up and wrapping his arms around me in a big bear hug.

I clinged to him and said , " I love you so much Az. You are the best . "

" Mhmm" he said

I could hear his smile through his voice.

And with that I gently went to sleep.

Azriel's POV

I hummed a soft tune as I carried Y/N to bed. I know this tune helps her to sleep. My beautiful mate so tired right now but these days as her birthday approaches, I have made some amazing plans , which I am very sure she's going to love. Most of the arrangements are made . Now I just need her to relax and enjoy her special day.

She has never complained or told me much about the earlier bdays She had but I have caught her wistfully watching plays where the family and loved ones celebrate birthdays and she always has a bittersweet smile on her face .

I haven't pushed her about her past , considering we found out qe are latest just days ago.

But I have observed , the way she cheers Nyx on small accomplishments, compliments the girls and even my brothers when they have done something which they were afraid of. She is always super kind , and I feel like she does all these things because she never received these act of services .

So as her mate , it's my duty and my wish to make her every wish come true.

I want to make my YN's inner child happy and grant her all the things he had missed out on , beacuse more than ever she deserves it.

I thought this as I gently her down on our bed, unfolding her hands from my back and covering her up with the blanket that she loves to cuddle with .

I stroked her hair , pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead . Removing her slippers and messaging her feet with coconut oil to soothe the ache.

She groaned a little but then her breathing evened out.

I quickly got ready for bed and cuddled her and she let out a long sigh . Melting into my body with her back on my bare chest and my hands wrapped around her stomach.

" I love you baby ." I whispered and closed my eyes content and happy.

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

Valentines day with childe and the sweet moth boi

I feel like legacy would spend the whole day cuddling while childe spoils then rotten with anything money can buy

oh these two would be RELENTLESSLY affectionate for the holiday no questions asked

not that they don't adore and pamper you every other day of the year, but this day is one that Foul Legacy KNOWS he can convince you to stay home just to cuddle with him. he's awake and fully prepared to snuggle on top of you before you even register that the sun has risen, purring ramping up the instant you open your eyes as he trills and chirps and nuzzles his head against your cheek. Childe is out and about, forced to complete his Harbinger duties for the day before coming home, but he leaves a meltingly sweet letter and a cup of hot cocoa with cream on the table for you, promising to be back as soon as possible. Legacy simply yawns, insisting on carrying you around wherever you go, playfully nibbling on your fingers as you run your hands through his thick, coppery hair. you tap the center of his mask, beneath his glittering eye, and he chitters happily

true to his word, Childe returns a couple of hours earlier than usual, arms full of flowers. they're all the types you would go out and pick together, from qingxin and silkflowers to glaze lilies and violetgrass. you always beamed whenever the local flowers bloomed, and Childe takes great joy in arranging some in a vase before tucking your favorite behind your ear, a favor you instantly return with a glaze lily a shade or two darker than the rest. he laughs, the blue rich against his hair, and sweeps you into his arms with a theatrical twirl, Foul Legacy circling you both and cooing. he's got a few more gifts for you- some pastries you both love, a tiny glass whale to compliment the plush narwhal you got for him as well- but right now he just flops over onto the bed, hugging you on top of him. Legacy curls around both of you, resting his head on your stomach and purring loud enough to wake the dead, completely and utterly content

and surrounded by fluffy hair and lilac fur and armor and freckles, you smile, brightly

[bamsara]

"This love will be the Death of me!"

fellas is it weird to have romantic feelings for your usurper that you're supposed to hate

[deancasforcutie]

mawwiage

[ricesquid]

I thought it'd be cool to draw them cosplaying as Vocaloid characters.

Leo is KAFU. I think KAFU is not an actual Vocaloid, but I wanted to draw Leo dressing up as them.

Mikey is Kagamine Len.

Raph is Kasune Teto. And I'm aware Teto isn't really a Vocaloid, but I drew him dressing up as her anyway. (╥﹏╥)

And Donnie is Vflower.

Originally, I wanted to draw only Leo as KAFU because they're my favorite. And l've only seen others draw them as Hatsune Miku. Σ(°ロ°)

[cissa-calls]

Countdown to Agatha: Darkhold Diaries: Day 712

Wanda: “Happy Valentine’s Day!” *hands Y/N and Agatha cards”

Y/N: “Aww thank you!! Happy Valentine’s Day to you too!”

Agatha: “Wanda…are these Bluey Valentines? Aren’t these meant for kids to pass around class?”

Wanda:…

Wanda: “…I needed a box big enough to give one to each Avenger - and look!! They come with holographic stickers!!”

Agatha: “Y/N nor I are impressed by your commercialized laziness to pedal to our affections, and with stickers? We won’t be so easily entertained - right Y/N?”

Y/N, sticking a giant Bluey sticker to their sweater: “Yeah!…what did I agree to?”

[kickbutts-singsongs]

rando: ahhh today’s the day!! look at all those happy couples! can’t you just smell the love in the air~

me: *sneezes*

me: yeah and i’m fuckin allergic

[daisynik7]

logging out of here for a bit! I'm taking a step back to recharge and refocus on myself. thank you for all the love, especially this week, it means the world to me. 💗

take care and don't forget to be kind to yourselves. until next time ✌️

[age-of-moonknight]

“Tigra,” Vengeance of the Moon Knight (Vol. 2/2024), #2.

Writer: Jed MacKay; Penciler and Inker: Alessandro Cappuccio; Colorist: Rachelle Rosenberg; Letterer: Cory Petit

[random-kazakh-stuff]

The official day of Love in Kazakhstan is not on February 14th. February 14th is the Saint Valentine's day, and while being celebrated internationally has Western roots which for our government was enough to denounce it a few years back.

What's the official Love day in Kazakhstan then?

It's 15th of April and is dedicated to the story of Qozy-Körpeş and Baian Sūlu.

Will tell you their story then.

[blood-suits-and-tears]

@haguenauisforlovers thanks so much for making this <3 omg I had way too much fun with these!!

and yes I did double shark stickers (I think I'm hilarious)

[starry-eyed-baby]

I've NEVER had a valentine on Valentine's Day which is fine whatever it's not a big deal holiday to me at all.

But bucket list material for me is just ONCE actually having a partner and going all out for the day. Fancy dinner, romance, chocolates, fuzzy handcuffs, heart print lingerie 😏 all the cliche silly cute stuff. Just once 💜

[jeonwon-wonwoo]

my friends made me a vday basket and bracelet🥺

[eltheabberation]

Short little thing I typed up

“What is this?”

Yan turned over the small, see-through bag in his hands, brow furrowed as he looked at the contents.

“It’s a gift,” Houji said. “For Valentine’s Day.”

Yan looked up at him. “Isn’t that a western thing?”

“We have in Japan too.”

“Hm.” He opened the bag and pulled out a piece of chocolate. He glanced back over at Houji, eyes narrowed. “I can’t eat this.”

“It’s traditional.” Houji smiled. Yan muttered something under his breath, then sighed and put the chocolate back.

“Thank you,” he said begrudgingly.

“You have to pay me back next month.”

“Or I could kill you right here and now,” he said. Houji chuckled.

“Oh, could you?”

In response, he brought a hand up to Houji’s head and ruffled his hair. Houji narrowed his eyes.

“You are terrible,” he said, running his fingers through his hair, trying to brush the loose strands back into place.

“I’d have to be” — Yan smiled — “to put up with you.”

Houji paused for a moment. Finally, he pressed a kiss to Yan’s cheek.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” he said. Yan turned away and closed his eyes.

“Happy Valentine’s Day.”