#hes so cute :'))))

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

Vincent Price puts together a "Do-it yourself Valentine's Kit" - Red Skelton intro (1965)

[transparentstrawberrysoul]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, GROMIT!!! 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🥳🥳🥳

happy birthday gromit

[bucky-obsessed]

I have alarmed myself over how much I'm squealing over Bucky in the new trailer

but I mean he looks happy!

[nahctar]

rex looks so cute in civilian clothes man😭😭😞😞

[errakiari]

oh god he so ADORABLDEE 😖💗💗

Annyeong loki Oppa 😝😝 redraw of that one mbappe aegyo ad

[elizabethblood9]

JUST LOOK AT MY BABYYYYYY, AAAHH!

[thesilvertheorist]

• stolen kisses - valentine's day fluff •

Carl grimes x reader

plot: carl loves valentine’s day - he gets you a gift each year.

warnings/tags: flufffffffffy fluff fluff, smoochy kisses, mwah, established relationship.

word count: 1.7k

Masterlist

happy valentine's day my loves ♡ here's my gift to you

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Alexandria was always such a sight to see in the early spring. People were finally coming out of their winter slumps and the atmosphere seemed lighter. It was evident that people were grateful for the warmth that they knew the spring would carry, and the anticipation of this was killing everyone.

Though the ground was still thick with sludge as the snow melted back into the earth, Carl didn’t let that stop him from brightening up your day. He’d never faltered in bringing you joy, and he sure as hell wasn’t going to start now. He adored how your smile made him feel. His own heart leapt to meet yours whenever you expressed your love for him.

Which is exactly why he upheld the Valentine’s Day tradition.

Eugene had kept track of the days and months that had passed by since the fall which meant Carl knew exactly when to surprise his adoring partner with a little extra dose of love. A week or so before the day arrived each year, Carl would take himself out on a run with either his dad or Michonne in order to find a gift for you…always under the guise of ‘getting supplies for Judith’.

It was a routine he’d completed every single year since getting behind these walls – and he took pride in that.

Carl had never really been a fan of receiving too many gifts as he knew that one day he may have to leave them behind in a hurry, but he loved picking up small trinkets for you – things that he knew you’d be able to slip into your pockets each day. He never needed anything in return; his only ask was that you stayed alive in order to receive next year’s gift. This ask was indefinite and rang true regardless of the situation. You were his home and he was not about to lose you.

He was settled on the notion that you were the greatest gift he could have ever received, and he thoroughly wanted to make himself worthy of you. So, as he did every year, he left to find you a gift. He had no idea what he was looking for until he found it, nor would he have seen it if he hadn’t heard Michonne rummaging through medicine cabinets and dressing tables. He’d found a tube of sealed satin lipstick. Michonne had advised that makeup didn’t expire unless opened and oxidised, and it was likely still of really good quality and condition.

He'd found his gift.

Although, he had no clue whether or not you’d wear it given that everyone was living in a literal apocalypse and you didn’t really have the need for makeup, he had a selfish curiosity over what your delicately plush lips would look like covered in the satin colour and whether or not you’d gain any confidence as he’d been told that girls did when they wore makeup. After all, he had seen Lori wear lipstick in the past; she’d told him it was elegant. Therefore, he thought it was the height of sophistication and had to bring some back for you.

He obviously picked up a few supplies for Judith whilst he was out with Michonne as to disguise his blatant gift collecting. He had to find something to wrap his gift with too – that was imperative. He’d managed to find some old newspapers in one of the houses he’d cleared with Michonne. Keeping it separate from the remainder of his supplies, he felt proud that he’d managed to find something he thought you’d like.

He was gleaming with pride throughout the entirety of his journey home from the run, ensuring to hide his gift from you until the day came upon entering the gates of Alexandria. He could hardly contain his smile. He loved to spoil you, and this silly holiday was just an excuse for him to do that tenfold to what the others in the group would typically tolerate. He loved that he could blame being loved up on the time of year and hear no argument from the group. Though, both he and you were well aware that this was his usual self. He was always so ridiculously thoughtful and so brilliantly attentive.

The night before the big day, Carl did his best to wrap your gift in the paper he’d found. He haphazardly stuck tiny pieces of duct tape around the folded seams he’d created. He hated how fiddly this was; his hands weren’t particularly made for fine artistry or paper folding. Still, he did his best and he got it wrapped.

When dawn broke over Alexandria’s walls and into the window of your shared bedroom, Carl sprang into action – but not before kissing you on the forehead and admiring how you looked all sleepy in the morning sun. he raced down the stairs to pick you some fresh wildflowers and write you the most adorable note he could muster, imagining your blushed face when deciphering his messy scrawls.

He loved you so much.

When you woke up, Carl was leading you downstairs in your pyjamas, eager to cook you breakfast and give you your gift. You followed him, wiping the sleep from your eyes, careful not to stir any of the others in your house – especially Judith; if she woke up, you’d have a job on your hands and a very miffed Rick to deal with.

Carl led you into the kitchen where his note and flowers were set on the island. You smiled at him as he moved around to get your breakfast started. He knew you preferred a light breakfast, but was still eager to make something for you. You admired the flowers, imagining how Carl must have looked – so deep in concentration as he ensured to pick the youngest blooms and ensured to sever the stems at just the right angle.

His note read:

“To my beloved valentine –

You are my light, my love, and my life.

I love you more than you’ll ever realise, and yes – I mean that.

You’re everything to me, and I’ll never let you go. You’re my favourite person and I adore you. I want to give you the world, but we’ll have to settle on this for now :)

You’ve saved me more times than I can count, in more WAYS than I can count.

Happy Valentine’s Day, my love.

Yours forever – Carl”

He melted you, you may as well have been a puddle on the floor. Carl hated writing notes, it wasn’t really his forte considering his short-lived education…and yet, every year, he ensured to write you a small passage declaring his love for you. Oh, how your heart leapt.

He presented you with breakfast and kissed you before grabbing an extra fork and sharing your plate. You were more than happy to share with him, he was always so generous to you. He let you take the best bits as he worked around you, catching on when you tried to take the burned bits off his hands. He insisted that you had only the best he could offer, no less.

With breakfast over, your boyfriend presented you with your gift, asking you to close your eyes and hold out your hands. You felt him drop the small object into your open hands and as you open your eyes, you looked back at him inquisitively – wondering what on earth he’d managed to find this time.

He watched you lovingly as your tried to open his wrapping as carefully as possible, knowing just how long it will have taken his unintentional heavy hand to get around the intricacies of wrapping something so small. He was everything to you and he’d put time into this. That was gift enough…to be thought of by him – and oh, were you thought of by him…constantly.

Upon finding out what your gift was, you pulled him into a close embrace, thanking him for bringing this back for you. He didn’t admit that Michonne was the mastermind, he just relished in your smile and committed your grateful laugh to memory, reminding his future self to pull on this thread in times of hardship.

You kissed him and led him back up the stairs and into the bathroom, confused at first he almost questioned you before you silently gestured for him not to wake his family. he followed you inside and immediately remembered that this is where the only mirror in the house was. Of course, you’d need a mirror to apply this gift.

He stood to the side of the counter as he watched you break the seal on the lipstick tube, claiming it as yours. He kept his eye on you as you leaned over the sink and began to apply the satin-y colour to your already plush lips. Applying a majority of the colour to your bottom lip and then tracing along your upper lip-line, using your ring finger to tidy up any mishaps.

This was how he wanted to be with you, domestic. Simply observing you in your esteemed, homely elegance.

You turned to him once you’d finished, silently asking him what he thought with a quizzical look. He didn’t say a word and instead opted to pull you in by your waist and ruin the carefully applied colour by kissing it all off. After gently pushing back on him and fixing the colour once again, you began to pepper your kisses over his face – following the trail of his freckles. This was definitely the best gift he’d ever brought you; this way, you could both wear it.

Your love was all over him.

He let you continue until he’d reached his cuteness saturation point and had to make out with you just to ease the tension. The evidence of your stolen kisses all over his skin, flushing him with the colour of your affection.

“That colour looks good on you” he whispered, leaning his forehead against yours as he caught his breath, breathing out a playful sigh.

“and it looks even better on you”

[p3arl-luk1]

Might as well start showing off my art here...SEBASTIAN FANART GO! I'm tryna get better at doing him on digital cuz ermmmm....I used to only draw him really on paper :p

[faunandfloraas]

ILY_SEUNGMIN

[mirouie]

when you're in a sparkly eyes competition and your opponent is leehan

[macskasbacsi]

they mean so much to mee

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

tfa bumblebee so cute i love how often they hold him like a little kitty in the show

[kendyroy]

the duality of a man

[anaizzzen]

Poof/Peri doodles. I watched the reboot just for him

[fleilikious]

SHADOW MILK COOKIE but … cunt???!!??!

Tried to bring back my overall creativity cuz I’ve been mentally drained lately but hey I mean uhhhhhhhhhhhhh hey

[xrosaurax]

RIZZING UP THE DOCTOR !!!!