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robinrunsfiction · 5 years ago

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Again

Pairing: Dallon Weekes x Female Reader Rating: General Requested By: None Word Count: ~2,400 Author’s Note: This is a sequel to the Valentine's Day Challenge story I wrote for Dallon. Poor thing was the only one without a happy ending! And back when I was searching for prompts for the challenge I found this: "The touches started lightly, a whisper of fingers across the curve of a spine, the promise of lips against a throat, the flutter of hands at hips. You were entirely mine." and I decided that Dallon deserved better (I mean when doesn't he?) so I sat on this idea for a few months. Then I had the privilege of meeting the most gorgeous man in music (imo) and was inspired to actually work on this damn thing. Also when I met him he put his arm around my shoulder, just like I describe below (also there's photographic proof lol) and so of course I included it 😍 Ok, I've rambled WAY too long, here we go.

It took longer than you expected, but Dallon and Ryan had finally decided on a record label to sign with, and set a release date for 1981 Extended Play, the album you helped them produce. And now, almost sooner than you expected, you found yourself at the release party for said album.

Ryan had insisted you come, as the album wouldn't exist without you he explained even though Dallon and you had barely spoke since the meeting on Valentine's Day when he kissed you and you pushed him away. It was all his damn fault. Everything was always his fault.

Except when it wasn't.

Now you were walking in the door to the party with your best cocktail dress on that had your entire back exposed and your most comfortable heels and feeling pretty good about yourself. When you walked in, you found a few familiar faces and made small talk as the album you helped craft played in the background. Before you knew it, you spotted some blue hair in the crowd and Ryan was coming over to you.

"Ugh Ryan it's so good to see you!" You exclaimed as you wrapped him in a big hug.

"I'm glad you made it; I know how things... are? Were?" He asked cautiously as the other people excused themselves.

"Yea, it's ok. I wasn't mad. It's just... better this way."

"You don't sound convinced." You gave Ryan a withering glance. "Ok, maybe I'm just imagining things then," he replied defensively, holding up both hands.

You rolled your eyes. “I’m gonna go grab something to drink,” you said excusing yourself. As you stood by the bar, waiting for the bartender to notice you, you felt someone walk up behind you.

“Hey,” the familiar voice said. You squeezed your eyes shut for a moment before you turned around.

“Hey Dallon,” you replied.

“Thanks for coming tonight, this wouldn’t be possible without you,” he said leaning in slightly.

“Of course. I’m proud of how the record turned out, and you guys are finally gonna break because of it,” you responded politely. He smiled and you couldn’t help but smile back at him. Maybe Ryan had seen right through you, and you weren’t convinced that you handled things correctly. No.

Ryan was right.

“You look very nice tonight as well,” he said much more quietly, almost at a whisper right into your ear. Your stomach did a flip involuntarily.

“Thank you, you don’t look half bad yourself.”

“Hey Dallon,” Ryan said approaching you both. Dallon took a step back so he was standing next to you. “The guys from Fearless are gonna say a few words and they want us up there.”

“Cool,” Dallon replied as his hand found your lower back. You tried not to jump in surprise at the sensation. You didn’t even bother chasing away the thoughts of how good it felt to have his skin on yours again. Dallon glanced over at you and gave you a slight smirk and you rolled your eyes. “Right now?”

“Yea, I guess so,” Ryan replied as he turned and headed toward where the people were waiting.

The next thing you knew, the sensation of Dallon running his fingertips up your spine sent a shiver over your whole body, and you tried not to audibly gasp with surprise and excitement.

“Don’t run off,” Dallon said as he followed Ryan toward the stage. A grin spreading across his face when he saw the look on your face.

“What can I get for you?” you heard the bartender ask.

“Water,” you replied quickly. You needed to keep your wits about you.

After the speeches concluded, you found yourself talking to a few people, but you had an eye on the tall singer. It seemed as if he was doing the same to you from across the room.

The last few months you spent a lot of time thinking about the events that took place on Valentine’s Day. You had invited him over, and just like clockwork, you found yourself falling into his spell. The way he spoke was like magic, pulling you in. It was always like that, until you found yourself not talking when he was gone. Maybe the timing was wrong before. Maybe it could have been right in February, but you didn’t want to get hurt again. Maybe you just needed to let your walls down just a little more. Maybe it was too late. Maybe it wasn’t.

You realized you had let yourself get lost in your thoughts and pulled yourself back into the conversation that you had been ignoring, smiling politely and tried to remember what they were discussing. A few minutes later you felt a hand on the side of your arm as it wrapped around you, before it slid up to the base of your neck. You immediately recognized the gesture before you even looked up at Dallon standing next to you.

“Hey, (YN), there’s a reporter that wanted to ask you a few questions about the album.”

You furrowed your brow at him, you weren’t aware of any press being here, let alone that anyone would want to talk to you, but you followed him away from the group and around the corner.

“So that was a lie,” you said snidely as you realized that he was just getting you alone. Not that you minded.

“I didn’t know if you’d come along if I just asked you to talk,” he replied running his hand through his hair. “I’ve been thinking, a lot, and (YN), I’m sorry. I’m sorry for what I said all those years ago, I’m sorry I ended things the way I did. I’m sorry for kissing you like that a few months ago, but I don’t regret it, not for one second.”

You looked up into his eyes and they were conveyed an honesty and sincerity that tugged at your heart. You hardly noticed as his hands found their way to your waist.

“I told myself never again,” you started, and his face began to fall. “But I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t been thinking about you, about us since then, and regretting how I left it. Truthfully, I was so afraid of you hurting me again.”

“(YN), I don’t want hurt you again. I’m not the same man I was back then.”

“You are, but only in the best ways,” you said before reaching up and pulling him to you, your lips against his and you could feel him smile as his grip on your waist tightened. You wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned into him. It was true, the best parts of him were still there, and you believed him when he said that he had grown up since you had last broken up. You had too.

“Oh shit,” you heard someone mumble and you both pulled back to see Ryan hightailing it out of the corridor you had been hiding in.

You laughed as you unwrapped your arms from around Dallon. “So… we’re giving this another try?”

“(YN), I love you. I always have and I always will. I want to give you my all,” he said, looking into your eyes again, pleadingly.

“I love you too Dallon. Present tense,” you said with a smile.

“What?” he asked, a confused look on his face.

“Never mind, let’s just get back out there,” you laughed.

“Wanna go out after this?” He asked as he ran his fingers up your spine again, goosebumps forming on your skin all over again.

You nodded with a smile and turned to go, but he grabbed your wrist just before you rounded the corner, pulling you back to him. His lips were on yours again, then ghosting against your neck as he murmured “I’m so glad you’re mine again.”

“I’m so glad to be yours again.”

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lucasquerino-blog1 · 6 years ago

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raioseucliffe-cheney · 7 years ago

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Stay with me (Valentine’s Challenge)

@crouleek this OS here is for you. Had a hard time thinking up the right setting so I came up intertwining two short stories into one. Hope, ya’ like it ^-^’

@dgm-valentine

Everything changed for me in a drastic way on a cold and snowy day. Until this day life itself was quite the struggle for me. I live since the day I was born with a severe heart failure and nearly died when I turned nine years old, from then on any kind of straining activity - no matter what kind of sports -was prohibited to me by my guardian Froi Tiedoll. But stubborn as I am, I went to Kendo class regularly even though it caused me multiple times to end up in the infirmary or at home for at least a few days in order to recuperate. This is also why I am mostly on my own since I don‘t need anyone to pity me for my health condition. I participate in PE even though I am freed from this lesson permanently. To be honest, I hate being weak. This is why I fight and drive myself constantly to the limit.

To actually be able to live a normal life like anyone else, this is a wish I‘ve forsaken a long time ago. I simply realized early enough I need to fight in order to enjoy whatever time is granted for me to stay alive for another day. Just by turning sixteen a new factor appeared in my life just as I learn at the same time my life can be saved by a heart transplantation. This chance would mean, I can simply follow my dreams I had to bury after a hard scolding from Tiedoll for my stubbornness. At least a little spark of hope is resting now again deep within me. One that assures me I won‘t have to die so young at all.

~~*~~*~~*~~

Four years pass on while I am now on the list, still waiting for a suitable donor. Just recently I was forced to quit Kendo for a while since I am quickly out of breath. On top of that I am again in the hospital due to the fact my heart nearly stopped in the middle of the night. If Noise hadn‘t checked on me - even though he‘s blind since he had an industrial accident - I would‘ve died while I was asleep. Being locked up and bound to a hospital bed is far worse than having to attend French lessons at school. Therefore I am constantly in a bad mood.

At one day I try to sneak out as I bump into the most obnoxious person I‘ve ever met. Actually, I was going to avoid being seen by one of the nurses as I hit my face on the back of a slightly taller person with flaming red hair being in my way out of here. „Watch out where you‘re going“ are now my words right now slightly aggravated as the red-head turns now around to me and I gaze right into a single eye shimmering in a clear emerald green while the other one is covered by an medicinal eyepatch. „Sorry, still adapting“ is the red-head now answering with a sheepish grin appearing on his face and I start to grit my teeth since my line of patience is wearing with any passing second thinner and thinner. But before I can react he grabs me at the hand and drags me into the storage room. Before I can complain at all, I notice footsteps outside and a short sigh starts to escape my lips. So much for being able to escape the hospital.

From now on I have at least company by Lavi as I find out his name. Even though he seems to talk nonstop, there are also some moments where he seems to be deeply absorbed with thoughts. During this time I also learn why he is currently at the hospital. Somehow I start to close myself even more up. Simply knowing I might not even survive until this summer in gnawing deeply at my entire soul. Therefore I refuse to see him again. If I have to be honest to myself, I am quite pathetic when it comes to interacting with Lavi. I allowed him to approach me in a way I‘m not prepared to face at all. Always refusing for someone to be too close to me, I start to find myself slowly in a situation I can hardly comprehend.

Since I am now befriended with the annoying red-haired man I suddenly start to become afraid of dying. Because somehow there is a bond between us I never shared before in my life at all. A bond, I still don‘t know what kind of emotion it triggers deep within me. As my health condition is now starting to deteriorate, the only visitors I have right now are Tiedoll and Noise since they are kind of my family. I haven‘t seen or heared of Lavi at all after he had been released from hospital. So therefore I can‘t explain at all why it suddenly starts to hurt deep inside if I only think for a short moment about the red-haired young man. Even when I close my eyes, most of the time I can see the shimmering emerald green directed at me while a gentle and warm smile is resting on his lips.

As a bitter cold winter is having a strong and firm grip on the country, I simply start to forsake even myself. All motivation, all inspiration to move one is fading. There is no hope at all. I moved up to the top of the list, but it is obviously too late. It hurts. It truly hurts to know this is the limit I have reached at all. It hurts even more to know, I had started to cling on to something that wasn‘t even ment for me to feel or enjoy at all. Fact is, I won‘t be able to see that annoying red-head at all and simply the thought of it infuriates and drowns me at the same time. Until everything started to go downward I was at least able to talk with him over the phone. But recently any sign of Lavi is vanished. As if he never existed within my life at all. This night is the one, where I give in and allow tears to stream down my face without knowing at all how much my life is going to change.

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Valentine‘s Day. Kind of ironic to think this stupid day will be the one day to be brandmarked deep into my subconciousness. As I awake I still feel drowzy. My sight is blurry and I wonder what had happened in the recent hours. As I blink I can recognize Tiedoll and Noise standing next to my bed. Even Daisya is here. There is an expression on their faces, starting to make every cell within my body to churn. „They finally found a suitable donor for you. In the early morning hours they had to do the surgery, otherwise, you‘d be...“ is Daisya now saying with a gravely calm voice and I start to gulp multiple times. So why do I have such a bad feeling right now? I should be grateful to be able to live on once my body accepts the transplanted heart.

Once I am with Tiedoll alone there is again this expression on his face giving me the feeling to suffocate internally. „There is this letter from the donor“ is all he says to me as he hands me an envelope with a handwriting I haven‘t seen before at all. But somehow everything inside of me churns even more and I hesitate to even open the envelope. Usually the teachers in school all wrote my name in simple letters. But I‘m astonished to see the right kanji being used in order to pronounce my name correctly. Is it someone I am related to? Taking in a deep breath I open now the envelope as I can hear Tiedoll leave the room for now in order to give me the privacy I need.

Hey, Yuu

I really hope ya doin‘ fine. First of all I need to apologize for not being in contact with you at all lately. I had a lot of work to do for my grandfather, that‘s why I wasn‘t able at all to call you like usual. You know, you should really get out a lot. It is like with a flower. It starts to wilt without the proper amount of sunlight and water. I could do that, but otherwise I might be showering you with too much affection and I am unsure if you would even endure this habit of me at all. Somehow I end up falling in love so easily and crush everything. It‘s just....

....well how should I put it? Being around you made me realize that this time would be all right. This time I may be granted with happiness. That I might be able to be in a serious relationship full of warmth and love. But then there is still this voice resonating inside of me I am still unworthy. I still have to atone the crime I‘ve commited. Please, Yuu, just live and move on. Fight and stay strong as you usually have. Because this time you aren‘t all on your own anymore. Besides, I already know everthing there is to know about your health condition. That‘s why I give my heart to you. I am going to spend my life together with you. Actually I wished we‘ve met sooner. Then I might been able to take you out on a proper date. Right now, knowing I do the right thing, it hurts while having your pretty face constantly in front of my inner eye. I am really bad at saying goddbye at all. So I simply tell you, I am now with you the entire time

Lavi

While reading the letter tears flow down my cheeks and the pain inside my chest seems to grow unbearable. What is this idiot even thinking? Leaving me behind like this? I don‘t know about the things he might have done wrong before but I do know this annoying red-head means for sure a lot to me. It hurts even more to know, that the heart I got transplanted is actually that of the red-haired young man. A slight curse escapes my lips as more tears roll of my eyes and to be honest this wasn‘t for sure what I had hoped for to happen at all.

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A year has passed on and I am able to live without restrictions at all. There is still the bitter taste while Valentine‘s Day is approaching soon. Meanwhile I learned Lavi had been involved into a deadly car crash, where he had lost his right eye. Two other people had died while he felt guilty for having survived while acting as designated driver for a friend. I also met the other person who‘s life was saved by one of Lavis donated organs. Funny thing is, this person the red-head saved next to me was his distant relative. But the more time I spent with him, I get the feeling to still have Lavi around me. Maybe it is just as he said in his letter. That he‘s now a part of me always at my side.

„You know, it‘s just a myth, but I heard that someone you truly love might be able to return even from the dead“ is Lenalee telling me with a mysterious smile resting on her lips while she drags me along shopping some ingriedients she needs for making self-made chocolate. Lucky for me I am always left out on her list. Shortly I raise my eyebrow, then I start to sigh deeply. Actually I doubt something like this is even possible. But somehow I start to wonder if there is even some truth to her words. Quickly I shake my head. It sounds too good to be true at all. Even though I‘d give everything to see that stupid rabbit one more time again.

Two days later I leave the house quite early in the morning, so no one can bother me at all. I sit underneath a big tree on a mat while it is snowing and I simply gaze at the gravestone not far away from me. Actually I don‘t care at all about getting hypothermia or even a bad cold. I just want to spend as much time with Lavi as possible. I kind of owe him this much since he saved my life by donating his heart to me. As I close now my eyes for a short moment, I suddenly feel strong arms wrapped around me and a warm breath starts to tingle at the skin of my face. I keep my eyes closed since a part of me is actually scared this might just be a simple trick of my mind. Therefore I lean in a bit closer and a radiating warmth seems to rise inside of me. „Sorry for making you wait, Yuu“ are the words now coming spoken out in a low voice and I open my eyes in shock while hearing them. Quickly I turn my head around and a single emerald green eye is directed right at me. But how is this possible? As far as I know Lavi had died a year ago. But at the same time he is right now next to me. I just don‘t know what to believe at all.

„Baka-Usagi“ is all I am muttering right now as I cling on to the anorak he wears right now and I hide my face so he won‘t be able to see the tears glistening within my own eyes. I agree to accompany him so I‘d be able to get a proper explanation to the entire situation. At the same time I have to think about what Lenalee had said to me about beloved ones being able to return even from death. Just, please, don‘t let this be some stupid dream at all. Because after I was released from hospital, all I was haunted by were these dreams where I just could see Lavi the entire time. So this is why I truly hope, that this has to be real.

Clad in silence I find myself sitting at the kitchen table of a small apartment with a mug of green tea standing right in front of me. Shortly gazing out of the window just shows how quick the weather has turned. The snowfall is so dense that you can barely see what‘s on the other side. So maybe I‘ve been lucky right now. I sit opposite this red-haired young man and all the things I want to say somehow won‘t come up at all. „Why...?“ is all I am able right now to say to him while staring at the mug I‘m holding on to.

„Difficult to explain, but I try my best, Yuu. You see, I am not really a human being“ „What ya mean by that? Of course you are human, Usagi“ „I only took on the form of one so I could roam around and learn more. I am actually a Phoenix Spirit, one of the rarest to find out there“

is he starting to explain, rubbing his neck and for the moment I feel like, this idiot tries to create whatever kind of story so I‘d believe him. As if I need some children‘s fairy tale right now to listen to. I simply get up without even making one sip of the tea and I head now towards the entry door as I feel a firm grip on my arm. „Yuu, please...“ is he saying to me right now. Actually, I am this close in yelling at him what kind of idiot he is and that I don‘t want to have to see him ever again. But right at this moment everything inside of me starts to churn by the simple thought of leaving this stupid rabbit behind.

„Let‘s pretend, I am going to believe you, why...“ is the question now coming from me as I avoid to look right at him, slightly biting my bottom lip, the content of the letter still clear in my head. „Obviously the will to survive is very strong inside of you. Besides, I don‘t know myself why I was even able to be reborn in this form again“ is he now saying while I direct my eyes now towards him. The same flaming red hair, now with a slight touch of copper. The same shining emerald green eye, this time filled with with an expression I don‘t really know at all. I just feel confused and relieved at the same time.

„Wait, if you are what you pretend to be, then you‘ll always be able to survive your partner“ is my response right now, slightly glare at him and no, I‘m doing really fine without him. I don‘t need such annoying, charming person around me who haunts me constantly within my dreams. „Go and look for some spirit you can ask out, I‘m out of here“ are the next words coming from he as I want to grab my coat and right in this moment he hugs me from behind, partly hiding his face in my hair.

„Yuu, just stay with me, please“ is he directing these words now to me, making me realize again what day today is. „Che“ is now escaping my lips as I close my eyes, slowly giving in to his plea.„But you still owe me a proper explanation“ are my words now directed to him, since I‘m not someone believing in spirits and this kind at all. Better for this idiot to make up, otherwise I might consider to look for someone else.

#dgmvalentine2018 #yuuvi #KandxLavi #Valentine's Challenge #crouleek #Heart Failure #Phoenix Spirit #Rebirth #Valentine's Day #D.Gray-Man

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skullydrawsstuff · 4 years ago

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SkullyCat’s Valentines (Part 2/2)

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museslash-blog · 7 years ago

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[Museslash Challenge] Valentine’s Jukebox

Hello lovelies~

Museslash would very much like to invite you to our Valentine's Jukebox Challenge! ♥

This is a Jukebox Challenge, which means that we’re going to use songs lyrics as prompts.

Since Valentine’s Day is all about chocolate and depression love, of course we’re going to use lyrics from love songs for this one. More specifically, since this is Museslash, we’re gonna take lyrics from Muse ‘not-sure-this-is-about-love’ songs - or, at least, quotes and sometimes single lines that seem to be about, err, love. To give everyone the chance to participate, we also thought we’d extend this challenge to writers and artists alike.

You can read more about the rules in this post, where you'll also find a list of prompts to use to fuel your imagination! :D

Don’t be shy! We know that there’s a lot of you out there who just like to lurk, but this might be a good opportunity for you to come out of your shell and start sharing a bit of that love, yeah? ♥

#Museslash #writing challenge #museslash event #valentine's jukebox #valentine's challenge #writing prompts #community event #musers #belldom #wobell #wodom #slash fiction #rps #fanfiction #slash fanfiction

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grlnxtdr30 · 4 years ago

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Telegram For Mr. Hummel

Day 13 of @klaineccfanficlibrary‘s Valentine’s Challenge. The prompt is Peter Cetera’s Glory of Love.

Telegram For Mr. Hummel

Blaine glared at his boss, who also happened to be his roommate and best friend.

“Sam, really? How am I supposed to get around town in this getup?”

Sam just smiled. He’d come up with the idea of starting a singing telegram business to help him and some of his friends earn money to help out with living expenses while they put themselves through college.

“It was the client’s special request, along with the song choice.” The blonde man put his hand on Blaine’s shoulder. “Come on, dude, it’s for a friend of Mercedes’, and she specifically requested you. Something about your chivalrous nature and your Troy Donahue looks.”

Blaine sighed. “Fine, but I still don’t know how I am supposed to get there in this outfit. It wouldn’t be so bad walking through the theater district, people would just think it’s a publicity stunt for one of the shows, but Bushwick? That’s three subway trains and a two block walk from here.”

Sam shook his head. “Mike has you covered. His uncle is going to let him borrow the delivery van from the restaurant. He’ll drive you there and back. He just has to have the van back before five, so you need to hurry and get going so you’ll make it on time.”

Blaine just shook his head and heaved a long suffering sigh. “Fine, let’s go.”

…

“You three are being awfully suspicious,” Kurt said to his two roommates and his best friend. “What’s going on?”

“How are we acting suspicious?” Mercedes said, calmly taking a sip of her coffee, as Rachel tidied up the pillows on the couch, and Santana pretended to read a magazine.

Kurt crossed his arms over his chest. “Let’s start with the fact that you just ate two of Rachel’s vegan chocolate chip oatmeal raisin cookies without complaint. And the fact that Rachel is actually cleaning. And Santana, that magazine is not only three months out of date, it’s upside down. So again I ask, what is going on?”

Before any of them could answer, there was a knock on the door.

“It’s for you!” three voices said in unison.

Kurt frowned. “And just how do you know that?”

“Lucky guess,” Rachel said, grabbing his arm and pulling him to the door. He glared at her.

“This had better not be another one of your lame brained…”

Before he could finish, the knock sounded again. Rolling his eyes, he reached out and slid the loft door open to reveal...A knight in shining armor?”

“Telegram for Kurt Hummel,” came a voice from within the helmet that hid the person’s face. The knight passed a mini boombox to Rachel, and turned it on. A familiar song began to play.

Tonight it's very clear

'Cause we're both lying here

There's so many things I wanna say

I will always love you

I would never leave you alone

Sometimes I just forget

Say things I might regret

It breaks my heart to see you crying

I don't wanna lose you

I could never make it alone

Kurt had to admit the guy had an amazing voice, and wondered what he looked like under all that metal.

I am a man who will fight for your honor

I'll be the hero you're dreaming of

We'll live forever

Knowing together

That we did it all for the glory of love

You keep me standing tall

You help me through it all

I'm always strong when you're beside me

I have always needed you

I could never make it alone

I am a man who will fight for your honor

I'll be the hero

You've been dreaming of

We'll live forever

Knowing together that we did it all

For the glory of love

It's like a knight in shining armor

From a long time ago

Just in time I will save the day

Take you to my castle far away

I am a man who will fight for your honor

I'll be the hero that you're dreaming of

We're gonna live forever

Knowing together

That we did it all for the glory of love

We'll live forever

Knowing together

That we did it all for the glory of love

We did it all for love

…

When the door opened, Blaine almost forgot to breathe. The guy standing there was gorgeous. He had to remind himself he was just there to sing for the guy, who was probably already taken, considering the song he was about to sing. Sam said that it had been a friend of Mercedes’ who had hired them, so it had to be this guy’s boyfriend. Or girlfriend, he noted, spotting the other women in the apartment.

After the song was over, Blaine removed the gauntlets and helm, and retrieved the message Sam had slipped him as he’d gotten into the van.

“To Kurt, you are beautiful, kind, and talented. Signed Will U. Goutwithme.” Blaine frowned and reread that last part.

…

Kurt was stunned. It had almost sounded like this adorable, dorky man had just asked him out.

“Of course he’ll go out with you!” Santana called out. “That’s why Mercedes and her boytoy Sam set this up!”

“Wait, what?” both Kurt and the knight with the golden voice said.

Mercedes grinned. “We knew if neither of you have dated anyone in months, and we knew you’d like each other, but when I brought up the subject of setting you up, you said you weren’t interested,” she said, shaking a finger at Kurt. “So we decided to send you a romantic singing telegram.”

Kurt was glaring at his friends. “And did anyone bother to ask if..” he paused and looked at the other man, one eyebrow raised.

“Blaine,” the knight supplied, and Kurt couldn’t help smiling at him.

“Did anyone ask Blaine if he wanted to be set up like this? Cause you already know this wouldn’t have been my idea of a first introduction/”

“But he’s perfect for you, Kurt,” Rachel interjected. “He can keep up with you vocally, he’s smart, and good looking, and gay!”

“He’s standing right here,” Blaine mumbled.

Kurt couldn’t help smiling at him again. “Ignore my friends and soon to be ex roommates, they share one brain between them, and I think they’ve lost most of it sometime after moving here. I’m sorry they put you up to this. If there is any way I can make it up to you, just let me know.”

The curly haired knight smiled at him. “You could have coffee with me sometime.”

Kurt raised an eyebrow again. “Are you sure?”

“Only if you want to, of course.”

Kurt smiled again. “I’d like that.”

…

“Well?” Rachel demanded before Kurt even fully had the door open after his coffee date with Blaine the next day.

Kurt rolled his eyes. “Well what?”

“How’d it go?” She said, voice raising in volume and pitch.

He shrugged. “It was nice. He’s taking me out to dinner tonight. I just came home to change clothes.”

“Two dates on the same day?” Rachel practically squealed. “You like him!”

“Maybe,” Kurt said.

“There’s no maybe about it! I knew this would work!”

“I’m still not happy with you three meddling in my life, you know that, right?”

“But Kurt,” she said, eyes going wide, an innocent yet still cheesy smile on her face. “We did it all for the glory of love!”

#klaineccvalentines2021 #Klaine #Valentine's Challenge #2021

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lapuslazulli · 10 years ago

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Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: Sherlock BBC, Sherlock (TV), Sherlock Holmes & Related Fandoms Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, Irene Adler Additional Tags: First Kiss, Valentine's Day, Valentine's Challenge, Fluff, Johnlock - Freeform, A teeny touch of angst, JohnlockChallenges Exchange, Angst, Fluff and Angst Summary:

To love and be loved is the greatest (Valentine's) gift.

#Fanfic #AO3 Link #First Kiss #Valentine's Day #Valentine's Challenge #Fluff #Johnlock - Freeform #A teeny touch of angst #JohnlockChallenges Exchange #Angst #Fluff and Angst

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klaineccfanficlibrary · 6 years ago

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No worries. It's not even 7am and the worlds largest blot bunny hit me due to your song choice! I'll post later tonight.

Fantastic! We look forward to reading your story :-)

#valentine's challenge #new klaine fic #brainfartsbyme

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robinrunsfiction · 6 years ago

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Valentine’s Challenge 2019 Day 12

Pairing: Patrick Stump x Reader Rating: General Requested By: None Word Count: ~1,100 Author’s Note: -

“Patrick, tonight has been lovely, thank you," you said as you pushed the empty dessert plate away from you.

You and Patrick had been dating for a few months and things were going really well. You were glad that you had agreed not to do too much for Valentine's Day other than go out to eat and spend time together.

"The night's not over yet," he said with a smile. You narrowed your eyes at him and he laughed. Patrick paid for the meal, then you left the restaurant hand in hand.

You got in his car and he started to drive. You weren't familiar of where you were going until you realized you were heading out of the city and up into the hills. You glanced over at Patrick, who was driving carefully up the winding road and you thought back to when you first met.

You were in a second-hand store looking at the records and felt someone looking at you. When you glanced up, you noticed a guy with glasses and baseball hat looking at you before he looked away sheepishly. You smiled and then it registered that he looked familiar. You kept digging through the records wracking your mind trying to place the guy on the other side of the display.

"Looking for anything specific?" He asked suddenly, surprising you a little.

"Oh, umm, Eagles, Bowie, Fleetwood Mac, Springsteen, Clapton, all the classics, ya know? I'm just starting to collect. I don't even have a record player yet. I keep spending the money I save up on records," you laughed, feeling your cheeks heating up because you knew you had been rambling. But he was smiling at you, and didn't seem to mind. "How about you?"

"Just looking for whatever to get some new inspiration. My name is Patrick, by the way."

And that's when it clicked. You were talking to Patrick from Fall Out Boy. Patrick from Fall Out Boy had been checking you out! You just rambled on like an idiot to Patrick from Fall Out Boy!! Your cheeks were beet red in a second.

"I'm (YN),” you stammered.

"If you ever wanna listen to your collection, I've got a record player, maybe we could hang out sometime?" He asked.

You nodded, attempting to keep your cool. He handed you his phone and you typed your number in. He texted you and you saved his number right away.

"It was nice to meet you (YN)," he said as he walked away with a few records in hand.

"Same," you called after him. Once he was out sight, you sank to the floor, completely overwhelmed by what just happened.

After a couple weeks of texting, he invited you over again, and now that you felt comfortable with him, you agreed. You went over and hung out listening to records and talking like old friends.

You didn't realize how close to the edge of the couch you were sitting when he started telling you about something dumb Pete did on tour once and as you threw your head back laughing, you fell off the couch, onto the floor, which sent you laugh even harder. Patrick rushed to kneel down next to you, holding your arms.

"Oh my God, are you ok?"

"Yea, yea, I'm fine," you said between laughs. Suddenly you locked eyes with him and you stopped laughing because of the look of genuine concern on his face. "I'm fine."

"Yea," he murmured before leaning in, his lips meeting yours.

Now he was pulling off the road to a deserted overlook, far above the city. From your seat, you could see the city sparkling below.

"Come on," he said getting out, and going to the trunk.

"Oh, are we out here to bury a body?" You asked with a sarcastic smile, following him to the back of the car.

"Haha, no. Grab that," he nodded to what looked like a small suitcase and followed him carrying a box to the front of the car. He placed the box on the hood and you followed suit, but when he opened it up it was actually a portable record player.

"Oh, cool record player! Wait where are we gonna plug it in?"

"It has back up battery power," he said smiling. "Do you like it?"

"Yea! Maybe I'll get one like this."

"Actually it is yours."

"What? Patrick, I didn't think we were going to do presents."

Patrick shrugged and smiled looking at the joy on your face.

"Thank you so much!" You wrapped your arms around him and gave him a big hug. When you pulled back you gave him a quick kiss.

"Of course. And its not that I don't love you coming over to listen to music, but I’ll be going on tour soon, and you can still listen to your music," he said as he pulled out a record and put it on the turntable. You couldn't see the cover in the dim light. Then the song started.

"This sounds familiar."

"The Air I Breath by The Hollies. Care to dance?"

You nodded and his hand found your waist and you wrapped your hands behind his neck. The night was perfect with the purple sky overhead and the city sparkling in the distance.

"Patrick, I don't think I've ever had a nicer Valentine's Day, thank you."

"I wanted it to be special. You mean the world to me. I," he paused, seeming to be choosing his words carefully. "I love you (YN)."

You grinned hearing how he felt. "Patrick I love you too. I've never felt like this about anyone before."

He pulled you closer to him and pressed his lips to yours, loving and warm. After the kiss ended, you swayed together until the song finished. You hopped up on the hood of the car while Patrick played DJ, choosing exactly the right songs. In between changing albums, you and Patrick would make out until the song needed changing, or one of you really wanted to talk about the song.

“You got any Fall Out Boy in there? I hear the singer is pretty amazing," you teased after a while.

"Hmm, I don’t think I do, but how about an a capella performance?"

"Ooh yes please!"

Patrick wrapped his arm around your shoulder and leaned back against the windshield.

One look from you And I'm on that faded love Out of my body And flying above If there were any more left of me I'd give it to you And I'll tell you that I-I am fine But I-I'm a missile that's guided to you

"I love it. I love you."

"I love you too (YN)."

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