#valentines 2024 event

[ddarker-dreams]

mini love report — gojo satoru

relationship health diagnosis — 70%*

symptom one — permanent honeymoon phase

he's obsessed with you an (ab)normal amount and makes it everyone else's problem. satoru loves seeing how many compliments he can get in before you're swatting him away from embarrassment. he'll capture your wrist, smother your pulse in kisses, then continue his praise. it's not always suave either. he alternates between having decent game and coming off as cringe. you have no idea how he says half the things he does.

satoru gushes about you to everyone. poor ijichi, mortified higher-ups, the elderly lady sitting next to him on the train; no one is safe. his chest swells with pride every time he remembers that he managed to pull you. it doesn't matter if you're teenagers sharing your awkward first kiss or if you've been married for decades, he'll be singing your praises until the end of time.

symptom two — weirdly possessive

satoru isn't possessive in the traditional sense. when others encroach on you, what troubles him runs deeper than simple jealousy. his smile becomes strained and he physically inserts himself between you and the offending party. you're then whisked away, regardless of how rude the abrupt departure comes off. this isn't limited to instances where you're being flirted with outright.

it's actually amplified when the other person holds some unique position in your life that's exclusive to them. satoru prides himself on the fact no one knows you better than he does. so it's disconcerting when another person has access to information and memories entirely detached from him. he's overwhelmed with the urge to prove you belong to each other — no one can come close to the bond you share. this acrimony lingers even after the interaction ends.

gojo satoru is a greedy man. he might not be the type to insist you cover up if your outfit is revealing, but he does experience this antipathy toward people who fulfill a niche he can't.

symptom three — obnoxious

you deserve a reward for putting up with him honestly. he wasn't wrong when he described himself as having a terrible personality. while it's rarely malicious, he isn't the most considerate person when it comes to others. he'll speak what's on his mind without a second thought. zero filter. if you're around, he's a stunning 10% nicer so you'll chew him out less. the number could be higher but he finds that disciplinary side of you hot. this is a direct admission from him.

he likes your attention and will pursue it relentlessly. as he grows up, he slightly improves this habit. or, to be more specific, he hides it better. he feels he's way more interesting than whatever book or video game you're playing. shooing him off so you can get stuff done is a commonplace occurrence. on the upside, when trudging through chores, he helps with the passion of a thousand suns if it means having you all to himself sooner.

primary area of concern

satoru's seemingly infinite (heh) supply of pep often doubles as a shield to deflect uncomfortable emotions. he isn't one to linger on negative events, the pace in which he seemingly moves on is concerning. the innerworkings of his mind are shrouded in mystery for such an open individual. getting him to open up about his fears or past hurts is almost impossible. he won't dodge your inquiries outright, that'd prove too suspicious. he'll throw a few crumbs your way and hope that's enough to satiate your worry.

the word vulnerability isn't in his vocabulary. this isn't owed to a lack of trust on his part — if anything, the care he holds for you makes it tempting at times. however, taking that first step toward opening up is daunting. you'll have to be patient with him. if it doesn't pertain to your relationship, it's unlikely he'll have an extensive heart-to-heart about the specters haunting his mind. rather, those aforementioned crumbs become more substantial. a late-night conversation will unexpectedly veer toward a sensitive subject.

it'll be fleeting. you don't have to shower him with platitudes, simply grab his hand and squeeze. it's an unspoken message that he isn't as alone as he sometimes feels.

prognosis

gojo satoru can be too blunt, he struggles with emotional intimacy, and he's shameless in getting what he wants from you. he's a mess but he's your mess. you don't revere him like a god among men, you make him feel human. you're his best friend, his soulmate (he keeps the latter description to himself, it's one of the few sentiments that embarrasses him). he'd do absolutely anything for your sake. when you enter the room, it's like everyone else ceases to exist. he brightens up and chases after any laugh, smile, or flustered expression he can get.

he believes meeting you altered the balance of the world more than his own birth.

*the universe has tried (and failed) to wrench you apart (0-20) your friends are praying that you'll break up (21-40) 'well it could/has be worse' bargaining mindset (41-60) a lil messiness as a treat (61-80) pure and wholesome (81-10)

[raisukujira]

honestly everyone keep talking about how close to canon sasunaru is but i’ve literally never seen people talking about masterpiece like kakairu.

So; PART ONE of my favourite gay dads.

iruka is blushing while he’s talking to kakashi

oh wait, in the manga they’re both blushing

I’m pretty sure he had his bisexual awakening at this moment

His crush is following him, oh no

Kakashi being touchy around Iruka is probably my favourite thing and this isn’t even the best moment of it

lady tsunade knows

OH DAMN SHE DEFINITELY KNOWS (it’s official art btw)

talking about official art I’m gonna just leave my two favourites… Look at the proud dads spending time with their children 🥺

PAIN ARC— LIKE— Kakashi literally— I cried so hard and so much at this point. God, bless them.

[thebooo-merang]

Hey @the-oaken-muse I'm your gifter for the Valentine's Core Exchange 2024!! Dora/Ember was a pairing that had never crossed my mind till this event! Thanks for the opportunity I hope you enjoy it!

@valentines-core-exchange

[dump159]

#2024刀马刀七夕24h

【22:00】 my entry!

[lychniis]

⚘ ― EVENFALL ! ( valentines day event ).

( # )ㅤ evenfallㅤ —ㅤ twilight ; dusk. the period or the light from the sky between full night and sunrise or between sunset and full night.

syn. a valentines day / white day event inspired by hozier lyrics ( and also seconding as my 1000 follower event i suppose XD ). feel free to drop by and select a prompt from the list below alongside a flower / genre. you could always opt for more flowers. however please note that minors are not allowed to request for / interact with nsfw works. please note that the maximum character limit is three.

this was more of a last minute bout of silliness, but i'd love to write some requests for you guys after supporting me and my bs for nearly two years now XD. so hey hey, my inbox is open to be raided! i'm currently taking this event for genshin impact and honkai star rail!

prompts. the prompts and flowers available are listed below. you can request a single prompt + one of more flowers of your choice! you could also add some additional suggestions if you'd like, say a setting or an au or a scenario! requests close by the 20th of febuary. i'll start posting on white day, march 14th.

daisy — fluff.

hyacinth — angst.

tulip — crack / humor.

orchid — smut.

i. ❛ there’s nothing sweeter than my baby. ❜

ii. ❛ no grave can hold my body down, i’ll crawl home to her. ❜

iii. ❛ you knew who i was with every step that i ran to you. ❜

iv. ❛ some like to imagine. the dark caress of someone else. i guess any thrill will do. ❜

v. ❛ honey, when you kill the lights and kiss my eyes. i feel like a person for a moment of my life. ❜

vi. ❛ i’d suffer hell if you’d tell me what you’d do to me tonight. ❜

vii. ❛ honey please, try to love me. my love will never die. ❜

viii. ❛ know that i would gladly be the icarus to your certainty, oh my sunlight. ❜

ix. ❛ you don’t understand, you should never know, how easy you are to need. ❜

x. ❛ idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on his sword. ❜

xi. ❛ honey, just put your sweet lips on my lips. ❜

xii. ❛ i'm so full of love I could barely eat. ❜

xiii. ❛ honey you're familiar, like my mirror years ago. ❜

xiv. ❛ i know who i am when i’m alone. i’m something else when i see you. ❜

xv. ❛ there’s something tragic about you. ❜

xvi. ❛ there’s nothing sweeter than my baby. ❜

xvii. ❛ still my heart is heavy with the hate of some other man’s beliefs. ❜

xviii. ❛ i’ve known the warmth of your doorways. through the cold, i’ll find my way back to you. ❜

xix. ❛ screaming the name of a foreigner's god, the purest expression of grief. ❜

xx. ❛ i couldn’t utter my love when it counted, but i’m singing like a bird about it now.

xxi. ❛ the only heaven i’ll be sent to is when i’m alone with you. ❜

xxii. ❛ i’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies. ❜

xxiii. ❛ i have never known peace like the damp grass that yields to me. ❜

xxiv. ❛ honey please, try to love me. my love will never die. ❜

xxv. ❛ i had been lost to you, sunlight, and flew like a moth to you. ❜

xxvi. ❛ it’s not my arms that will fail me, but this world takes more strength than it gave me. ❜

xxvii. ❛ i need you to run to me, run until you feel your lungs bleeding. ❜

xxviii. ❛ i will not ask where you came from. i will not ask and neither should you. ❜

xxix. ❛ be still, my foolish heart. don't ruin this on me. ❜

xxx. ❛ honey, i wanna race you to the table, if you hesitate, the getting is gone. ❜

( all the dialog prompts presented here are taken from songs by hozier. i own none of them. )

EVENT WORKSㅤ •ㅤ ARCHIVE OF OUR OWN

[spittyfishy]

Here’s my @redcracklevalentines exchange piece for @grahamcarmen ! Their profile mentioned they were a fan of the Himalayan Rescue Caper so I thought it would be fun to do a sort of missing scene kinda thing and add a kiss to the episode!

I hope you like it!

[beanieable]

Day 12 - Zuko and Sokka from Avatar the Last Airbender

Lazy Day - ao3

[fentoaster]

'Maddie imperceptibly lowered her gun, dread pooling in her gut. The feeling grew the longer she stared at Phantom's back.'

Happy belated Valentine's Core Exchange to my giftee, @probably-dead! (because the lovely mods have a wonderful sense of humor)

I love Maddie and Danny's dynamic, but especially with his alter ego..so many possibilities >:)

[jonsa-valentine]

JONSA VALENTINE'S DAY EVENT 2024

Hi Jonsa fam! We’d like to invite you to participate in the Jonsa Valentine 2024 event! This year we will be hosting a theme based 2 day event.

💕 Date - 13 & 14th Feb

💕 Theme - Types of Love

Agape ➜ Love for everyone 

Eros  ➜ Passionate or Sexual love

Ludus ➜ Playful love

Mania  ➜ Obsessive love

Philautia ➜ Love of self

Philia ➜ Deep friendship

Pragma ➜ Longstanding love

Storge ➜ Familial love

💕 Feel free to interpret the theme as strictly or as loosely as you wish. You can include more that one love type in your entry for the day.

💕 This event will be inclusive of all types of fandom creations like fanfiction, moodboard, edits, gifset, fanart, manip, playlist, meta, poem, fan video etc based on book as well as showverse.

💕 We will be tracking #Jonsa Valentine and #Jonsa Valentine 2024. You can also tag us @jonsa-valentine while sharing your entries on tumblr. In case we miss out on reblogging your entry, please do not hesitate to send us ask with link to your post.

💕We will be accepting late entries till our master list is shared one week post event so do not worry in case you miss out on sharing your entry during the event.

💕 If you have any questions regarding the event, please reach out to us!

💕  Most Important: Have fun!!! We are excited to see your entries!

[pinkyjulien]

Valentin & Mitch | 688/?? 🧡🌈

[indigosuvi]

Someone Like Him

age in bio when interacting. minors do not interact.

Word Count: 533 | Read it on AO3 | Masterlist

Mezo had never known love. He had always been treated differently, ridiculed, and even made a child cry. Simply because he didn't look like everyone else did. His quirk made him look different. He hid his face. He wasn't going to hurt anyone else. He didn't want to hurt anyone else. He wanted to be loved and to be accepted. It didn't matter how close he was to someone. He wasn't going to let them see his face. He didn't want them to feel the pain of seeing him. He didn't want to hurt anyone again.

When you came into his life, he was hesitant. Sure, you liked him, but it was nothing more than a friendship. He was wrong, but he wouldn't be the one to make the first move. How could someone love someone like him? 

“Mezo, do you want to go on a date with me?”

“A date?” He asked, stammering over his words as he spoke. Surely, it was a misunderstanding. There was no way that you would go on a date with him. Maybe you were going on a date and needed protection. That had to be it.

"Yes, a date, you and me.”

It wasn't a misunderstanding. Your intentions were clear. Maybe it was some sort of sick joke.

“You don't have to go if you don't want to.” You said, trying to reassure him, that it was optional.

“No, I want to... I just don't understand why me.” He asked, looking at you, hoping for some sort of explanation.

“I like you, I… just...” you said, taking the time to think about your words. “I like you; I just thought maybe I should try to ask you out. I wasn't sure if you would be interested or not… I always wanted to be more than friends.”

You couldn't see his face, but he was blushing under his mask.

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“I've never had anyone like me before…” He said, his voice trailing off as he looked away.

“You don't have to show me your face if you don't want to. It's okay. I understand.”

“Thank you.”

You both went on your date, taking the time to get to know one another better. He was still slightly apprehensive. You were both friends, and he trusted you, but nobody asked him out. No one wanted to date him. Still, you continued to go on dates with him. He never voiced his concerns because maybe it was an actual date. Surely, if it were a joke, it wouldn't continue on for as long as it has. It had been months, and you still showed love and support for him. You never once asked to see his face. After months, you were both alone. He finally pulled down his mask to show you. He wouldn't be surprised by your reaction either way.

His face was longer than most. He had no noticeable nose. He had scarring on his face. You looked at him and smiled. He blinked.

“You look beautiful.”

He blushed at your comments.

“Really?”

“Yes.”

He was surprised that you weren't bothered by his face. In fact, you found it beautiful. No one would ever label him beautiful.

© SUVIDRACHE — do not copy, translate, modify, or plagiarize my work. reblogs are appreciated!

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[ddarker-dreams]

mini love report — scaramouche

relationship health diagnosis — 50%*

symptom one — deeply insecure

for all his bravado, scaramouche is acutely aware that he's unpleasant to be around. he'd ask if you hit your head recently after hearing your confession. initially, he regarded you with suspicion (and loathing, that's what this churning in his stomach has to be). his beauty has been praised for centuries. traditionally, when his admirers draw closer, they're put off by his brutal honesty. he subjected you to the same treatment. instead of running for the hills like you probably should've, you stuck around. he compared you to a 'cockroach infestation.' very charming.

beneath this veneer of vitriol, he's internally panicking. he's irritable when you're around and wretched when you aren't. his underlings don't know which is worse. he was at a loss when he realized you genuinely weren't bumbling back into his life for his appearance or status. seriously, what is wrong with you? it'd be easier to understand if you had some grand ambition in mind, using him as a means to an end. without this excuse to hide behind, he feels... vulnerable. uncomfortably so.

everything he gets attached to is taken from him. he's forgotten, abandoned, discarded when his worth is found lacking. you could find someone else. someone kind, open, and warm. someone who isn't him. it's terrifying, a thought that makes his skin writhe. especially since, should this premonition come to pass, even he doesn't know what havoc he'd wreak...

symptom two — clingy

once scaramouche likes you, you're his person. not even in a strictly possessive sense (although there's plenty of that), but you're essentially all he's got. he's around more often than he isn't. he insists that without him, your 'stupidity would do you in,' so he considers his hovering a 'necessary evil.' this is for your sake! strictly yours. not his, no, whatever gave you that idea? a bit presumptuous, don't you think?

his habit of acting as your second shadow relates to his aforementioned insecurity. whether he realizes it or not, he's always trying to prove his worth to you. tasks you mentioned dreading will find themselves completed, he'll drag you outdoors if you've been overworking yourself, and he silently sits freshly cooked meals beside you. he once cut vegetables into heart shapes, only to feel so embarrassed, that he diced them into a dusty substance.

symptom three — unconditionally supportive

so long as it doesn't take you away from him, he'll help you accomplish anything you want, good or bad. this is what could come to him most naturally. he loves the thought of you relying on him. it makes him feel wanted, like he's fulfilling a role no one else could in your life. it doesn't have to be material items either. if you're struggling with an issue and come to him for advice, he's noticeably pleased, like a cat that got the cream. you sought him out, you value his input.

he excels at putting together plans and breaking them into doable steps. next-level executive function. you might not want to consult him if you've gotten into a disagreement with a friend, but if you're struggling to know where to get started on a project or goal, he's got you covered. he'll wave off any of your doubt, flicking you on the forehead and grumbling that 'it's doable, just leave it to him.'

primary area of concern

scaramouche views the world from a bitter lens. whereas some try to see the best in others, he sees the worst. this skepticism that's built up over centuries isn't going to disappear overnight. he'll make assumptions about your behavior that aren't necessarily true. he won't come outright and tell you his concerns either, the idea is foreign to him. it ends up falling on you to dispel his misconceptions, which can be an exhausting endeavor.

integrating him into your life proves to be a challenge as well. he can fake a sweet, friendly personality, but he'd only do that for interactions he sees value in. namely, leaving a good impression on your parents/any seniority figure whose approval is meaningful to you. he isn't trying to build a real connection, he just knows it'd be advantageous to win over those who you could you against him. he has no qualms about manipulating them either. he'd do this outside of your purview so you remain none the wiser.

prognosis

it isn't a smooth road. there'll be times where his words cut deep and his involvement in your life feels suffocating. he isn't sure what he's doing and it shows. however, when he extinguishes the light in your eyes, he stills his traitorous tongue. the guilt gnaws at him incessantly. it's a self-fulfilling prophecy on his part — by fearing that he can't make you happy, he's more susceptible to doing just that. should you stick around, this loop isn't destined to repeat forever. his trust in you will build. it's a fragile thing, sown in soil unconducive to growth. be tender in your nourishment and the roots will coil themselves around you.

*the universe has tried (and failed) to wrench you apart (0-20) your friends are praying that you'll break up (21-40) 'well it could/has be worse' bargaining mindset (41-60) a lil messiness as a treat (61-80) pure and wholesome (81-100)

[kakairu-rocks]

Hey guys! We are excited to announce that the masterpost for KakaIru Valentine’s Week 2024 is ready to share!

But before we show you the list, we want to thank everyone who participated in the event. All your creations were amazing, and we were excited to see each and every one of them! 

Here are this year’s stats:

- Total number of creations: 30

Fics: 18

Art: 12

- Total word count: 144 487

- Most inspiring prompt: Love Potion

- Least inspiring prompt: Love Languages

Once again, thank you all so much for contributing, and helping keep the kakairu love alive!

And now, here is the list of wonderful creations! Please indulge to your heart’s content, and give some love to all these amazing creators!

Day 1: Meet cute and Found family 

Encontros Adoráveis, a sweet fic in Portuguese by @bansheeangel

Rating: Gen, CW: None, Word count: 3.5k

Lost and Found Family, a hilarious fic by @dilly-oh

Rating: Teen, CW: None, Word count: 2k

Amazing art, by @ritartist42

Day 2: Love potion and TLC 

True Love, a fantastic fic by @my-private-tsukuyomi

Rating: Teen, CW: None, Word count: 6.1k

A Potion for the Ages, a wonderful fic by @mtnikolle

Rating: Teen, CW: None, Word count: 1k

Raw, a deep fic by @kakairu-shrine

Rating: Mature, CW: dub con (not sexual), PTSD, heavy angst, Word count: 6.7k

Lovestruck, a sweet fic by @kakairu-shrine

Rating: Teen, CW: light unwanted advances, Word count: 16.7k

A funny comic, by @dilly-oh

Wonderful art, by @ritartist42

Day 3: Crushes and Idiots in Love 

Crush, a great fic by @dilly-oh

Rating: Teen, CW: None, Word count: 2.6k

Stalker, an amusing fic by @kakairu-shrine

Rating: Teen, CW: None, Word count: 8.4k

Excursion, a cute fic by @kakairu-shrine

Rating: Gen, CW: None, Word count: 3.4k

Cute art, by @ritartist42

Day 4: Ballads & Poetry and Shall We Dance? 

Adults, a sweet fic by @kakairu-shrine

Rating: Mature, CW: implied underage drinking, Word count: 7.5k

A great comic, by @dilly-oh

Adorable art, by @ritartist42

Day 5: Exes and Memories 

Sometimes Goodbye Is a Second Chance, a wonderful fic by @paxohana

Rating: Teen, CW: None, Word count: 9k

Healing, a tender fic by @kakairu-shrine

Rating: Mature, CW: heavy angst, PTSD, mentions of abuse, mention of non & dub con, Word count: 6.6k

A great text meme, by @dilly-oh

Wonderful art, by @ritartist42

Day 6: Love Languages and Secrets 

Truth Be told, a sweet fic by @kakairu-shrine

Rating: Teen, CW: None, Word count: 2k

Gimme a Break, a wonderful fic by @dilly-oh

Rating: Teen, CW: None, Word count: 1.5k

Lovely art, by @ritartist42

Day 7: Happily Ever After and Valentine’s Day 

The Cursed Prince, a thrilling fic by @kakairu-shrine

Rating: Mature, CW: graphic depictions of violence, gore, heavy angst, suicidal thoughts, temporary MCD, Word count: 51k

Adorable art, by @snufkepo

Sweet art, by @dilly-oh

Wonderful art, by @ritartist42

Amazing art, by @renegad3rogu3

Other: Many Prompts

Teaching Pains, a great fic by @virtualcarrot

Rating: Teen, CW: None, Word count: 8k (so far)

KakaIru Valentine’s Week 2024, a wonderful fic by @hkandiu

Rating: Gen, CW: None, Word count: 7.6k

If we have missed you, or made a mistake somewhere, please let us know ASAP so we can fix the problem!!!

Thank you to everyone who participated, and to everyone who has supported us! Without you, we wouldn’t have been able to run Valentine’s Week, so we really appreciate your involvement 🥰

If you still need more KakaIru after this, come and check out the Kakairu Rocks forum, where we have plenty more for you to see & do!

Thank you very much! We hope to see you around!

[equallyloyalandlethal]

For the OTL Valentines Day event, I present my "What's a Soulmate?" edit!

[messenger-of-babel]

Your Jill

Summary: After all you've been through, you still see remnants of your Jill. (Jill Valentine x fem!reader)

Word Count: 3.2K

Notes: very little! one use of (L/N) and it irks me. Oh I also can't write angst so this is very much just a learning curve for me. Please enjoy regardless

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For reasons unknown to you, you stir in the middle of the night. You look over to your left, eyes groggy with sleep, seeing the sleeping figure of your girlfriend under the covers. Her back is facing to you, and your fingers twitch with the urge to reach out and pull her to your chest. However she was a light sleeper and jumpy, and you'd probably end up with a broken hand before she even realised what she'd done. The sliver of light trickling past the curtains falls onto her, and you can only imagine the way it would trace across the bridge of her nose, the dip of her lips, and the scars settling on her chest. With a bittersweet smile you think of Jill, your Jill, before your smile falls.

You wanted this to be over.

For her. for both of you.

You didn't want to do this again.

Sighing out through your nose, you close your eyes, mind reeling with memories that melded into dreamscapes.

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"Hey, you got a second Valentine?" you call out, swinging your boots off the desk you had propped them up on. She throws a glance over her shoulder as she does her own paperwork, eyebrows drawn together as a scowl begins to form. "What?"

A grin begins to spread over your lips as you prop your elbows on your knees. "Captain isn't going to be back for a while, want to go grab a coffee?"

She tilts her head as she looks at you, hand coming up to grab her beret and throw it onto the desk, fingers combing through her hair. "Go ask one of the rookies to get you one." she mutters, before going back to her report.

"Awww, don't be like that." you groan, standing up from your desk and coming around to hers, settling atop the wood and paperwork. She casts you another half serious look of irritation, wiggling a cream-coloured folder out from under you. You lean forward slightly, giving her your best pout. "It's not the same if it isn't with you."

She scoffs at that, hitting your knee lightly with the folder. "You mean it's not the same if it's not on Captain Wesker's time." she corrects.

"Exactly." you smile. "So how about it?"

Jill thinks for a moment before shaking her head, a small smile flitting across her lips for a second. Your own mouth quirks up in response, heart pounding at the thought that you might be able to pull a laugh from her. She leans back as she looks up at you, arms crossed over her chest as she goes to form words.

"I-"

"Valentine. (L/N)."

Her words fizzle out as you both catch the intense gaze of your captain, his silhouette half obscured from the hallway he emerged from. "Everyone to the briefing room, we've got as assignment for alpha team. Departing to Arklay Mountains immediately."

"Yes, sir." you call out, while Jill nods. Wesker seems content enough with that, nodding once curtly before heading back the way that he came. Your shoulders dropped once he was out of sight, exhaling softly. His gaze was always so firm, despite constantly being held behind those black shades.

"Guess we better get going huh?" she says, patting your knee as she stands up to walk around you. You hop off the desk, boots thudding as they hit the floor. "Yeah," you mutter, running a hand through your hair in irritation. Cockblocker, you think to yourself, groaning internally at your missed chance. You'd been trying the last month to ask out your co-worker, and it had taken another two before that to work up the courage to even entertain the idea. Yet when you actually tried to put your plan into action, it seemed that the universe had other plans. Barry, or Wesker, or Brad, and especially Chris managed to pop up at the most inopportune time and steal her away.

"Hey."

Jill's voice snaps you out of your frustration, hip popped as she calls over her shoulder for you. "You get us coffee when we're back, and I'll consider it a date, yeah?"

Your eyes widen and mouth runs dry. She shakes her head at the red tinge blooming across your ears, and the way your usually confident facade stutters out a "s-sure," before the sight of her back disappears around the doorframe.

God damn it, three months of trying to ask her out, and she bet you to it.

and yet you had to do it again.

"Jill!" you call out, rushing forward to the door that she's kept behind. You see the recognition flash in her eyes as she stands up, coming to clutch the rusted bars of the small window. You push past Chris with your shoulder, your hands covering hers over the bars. "Are you okay?"

She nods, swallowing tensely. "Better now that you're here."

"Okay, break it up you two." Chris grunts, gently pushing you to the side as he goes to unlock the door. When it swings forward you slip around Chris, stepping into the dingy room. You look her over, scanning for any injuries. "You worried me," you breathe out. Her hands twitch in time with the corners of her lips and little do you know the urge she has to pull you into a hug.

"Wesker's betrayed us." she informs, something you've already come to figure out.

"Yeah. Some first date, huh?" you say softly back, shoulders dropping with a faint smile. Jill smiles for a brief second, and in this situation, it seemed to light the dark, dingy prison cell. She doesn't say much as you all leave together, but you can tell in the clench of her fists, the way she's set her jaw, and the faraway look in her eyes. She isn't the same person as when you left. You can't tell exactly what's missing, but the ache in your heart festers into a seed of worry as you watch her retreating figure stepping into line with Chris. Despite losing something, you could still see her in there. Your Jill.

and again.

"Jill," you call to her, grasping her arm desperately, your pistol in the other. "Jill, we have to go, now." you plead, not even bothering to mask the fear in your voice. She has her eyes trained on Brad, struggling to keep back the horde of infected chasing after you. Your pistol shakes in your other hand. "Jill!" you shriek, and she finally looks your way. Whatever expression you're wearing on your face snaps her out of it, and with a mournful look at Brad she turns to you, grabbing your arm back and runs ahead, dragging you after her.

The cool air of the Raccoon night burns your lungs, but you choke it down greedily. you want to cry; you want to scream.

 fuck this.

 It'd only been a few months since you both got back from Arklay Mountains, from the Spencer Mansion incident. Chris was gone, Wesker had betrayed you, and both of you had been placed on surveillance like criminals. You lean over, now free hand covering your face as you try to get your racing breath under control.

"Hey."

Brad was bit. the city was on fire-

"Hey. Listen to me." Jill says roughly, grabbing your shoulder to make you look up at her. When she meets your eyes her gaze softens, and she lowers her voice. "We're gonna be okay. Take a deep breath, and take my hand, alright?" she says, holding out her hand for you to take. You nod, calming your nerves enough to take her hand. She was never like this while you were S.T.A.R.S, but since you had both been forced to leave after trying to bring up the mansion mission, you'd gotten to see a softer side to her. Was it a little fast to move in after only dating two months? maybe. But you both had been reluctant to be alone after coming back, and you'd quickly found that the only person who could calm your nightmares was someone else that had also lived it. Thank god for that arrangement, or you wouldn't have been together when the giant fucking monster burst through your living room.

Maybe that wasn't such a good thing, but at least you weren't alone when it happened. You take another deep breath, calming your nerves. you were better than this. You were S.T.A.R.S. "Yeah. I'm okay now." you say, trying to be firm. You reload your gun with one hand, meeting her eyes and pushing down the fear that threatens to bring bile to your throat. "Let's go."

She smiles at that, corner of her lip pulling into a smirk.

"There's alpha team's finest."

and again.

"Get the car going!" Jill yelled at you, hand bracing the roof as she sits in the passenger side.

"I'm trying!" you holler back, hand turning the key and desperately trying to start the engine. The thing that had been chasing you was in your sights, straight ahead of you. the thumping of its feet on the cracking roof of the parking garage matched the violent thudding in your ribcage.

"Come on," you plead with the car. "Come onnn," you hit the steering wheel once. "COME ON." you roar, turning the key harshly again and the engine finally turning over. "It's coming closer!" Jill yells, reloading her gun.

"I know it is, I can see!" you snap back, foot slamming onto the acceleration and shooting both of you backwards into the seat. You grunt when you plow forward and it makes contact with the monster, hand that’s not on the wheel throwing the car into reverse before ramming it again. on the second contact the windscreen shatters, and the creatures thick hand grasps around your throat.

"Get off of her, you bastard!" Jill's lips are pulled back into a snarl as she empties a clip into its arm. You struggle for air, foot still all the way pressed on the accelerator. Suddenly you can breathe again, air burning as it rips down to your lungs. It takes only a moment of weightlessness for you to realise that it wasn't the gun that made it let go, it was the fact that you were hurtling off the rooftop. A scream rips from your throat, and you look over to Jill.

"I'm sorry" you mouth to Jill, unsure if the words actually come out over the wind whipping through the car, but you hoped your last moments would relay that to her regardless.

When the car smashes, you feel your head hit the steering wheel, brain slamming into the wall of your skull and exploding a round of pain behind your eyes. Your limbs are heavy, senses ringing, but you can feel the hand of someone clenched around your forearm, dragging you from the wreckage as you flicker in and out of consciousness like a stop motion frame. You want to make words, let her know that you're conscious, but you can't. The exploding car doesn't help the numbness in your ears.

Are you really going to die like this?

The vibrations of the monsters’ heavy footsteps echo through your bones.

Maybe you are.

"Hey fuckface!"

The words seem to cut through the ringing of the world around you, and despite the light stinging your eyes you manage to crack them open. The monster has caught a rocket launcher in its tentacles, flinging it away before it’s engulfed in the flames of the second shot. You weakly shield your eyes, Jill pulling you up to a sitting position. A man comes running towards you, rocket launcher falling from his shoulder. "Easy ladies, I got ya." he murmurs, helping you sit up more as Jill and the stranger each loop on of your arms over their neck. Your eyes flutter to Jill’s, her gaze worried and her lip bitten anxiously. You give her a faint smile, feeling the blood on the crown of your head start making its way to your temple. Maybe you will survive the night.

and again.

"Jill! Jill please!" you beg, eyes filled with tears. She thrashes below you, snarling like she was a beast, teeth clenched. "Jill, honey, please it's me." you let the pet name slip, yet her face doesn’t change.

 You had come as quickly as you could, when Chris had said he'd found a lead that Jill might be in Africa. That she might be alive. You're not sure if you were ready to forgive Chris just yet, not sure if you could ever erase the sorrowful look of him on your apartment doorstep, throat closing up as he tells you that she sacrificed herself to take down Wesker, tackling him into a canyon. You'd wanted to slap him then, to take out all your anger and rage and sorrow in that one moment.

But you didn’t.

You opted to slide down the doorframe, taking deep shuddering breaths as Chris silently tried to console you as an apology.

You had both argued about chasing Wesker before she had left with him, an argument that had started in the afternoon and had boiled into the night. You had argued that Chris was chasing a ghost, a fight that extended past her, past you. He was the one that had gone to chase Wesker while you both had been stuck on house arrest, who was somewhere in Europe while you tried to escape the burning hellscape of Raccoon City with the Umbrella merc, Carlos. You had argued that you should try to settle somewhere else, try to get away from the blood and the terror and the horror that seemed to cling to both of you like a second skin. You wore the scars across your arms from dealing with the nemesis, and if that meant the most you did was be a desk cop the rest of your life, maybe that is what it should be. It was safer.

She couldn't let it go. You could see it in her eyes and the tick in her jaw. Her argument was that he was still out there. That he needed to be stopped before he hurt more innocent people, before Raccoon happened all over again. You had asked her if she was seeking justice or revenge.

Neither of you spoke to each other when you got into bed that night, and she had been gone in the morning. that was the last time that you saw her.

and again.

"Help me get it off!" you holler, Chris and Sheva coming around to your side. you dodge another kick from Jill, eyes trained on the device on her chest. Chris gives you a nod, Sheva firing at her feet while Chris tackles her from behind. your boots scrabble against the stone floor, blood rushing in your ears as you lunge for the device on her chest. you hook your fingers under the cool metal and pull, heart clenching at the screams that fly from her mouth. You don't let up as it starts to part from her skin, or when her nails come to dig into your forearm so hard they draw blood. With one final tug you wrench your arms backwards and the device separates from her skin with a sickening snap.

You're thrown backwards from the force, quickly pushing yourself to your forearms and crawling over to her. She groans softly, and you pick up her head to put in your lap. Your eyes meet Chris, full of fire that hasn't burned that bright since your S.T.A.R.S days. "Get him." you hiss. "I'll look after her. Get. Him."

Chris nods, casting a worried look to Jill before sighing through his nose and turning away. He signals Sheva to run with him to the elevator, while you give him a nod in confirmation. Wesker was dying today, and while it may not be with your own two hands, it would definitely be through your will.

Jill coughs weakly, making your head snap back towards her. Your fingers hover over the burns on her chest, not even sure where to start. You feel your heart crack a little tracing over the wounds, the holes from the tubes bleeding and spilling across your fingertips. The lump in your throat returns, and you try your best to hold back the tears burning at your waterline. Jill hated it when you cried, except this isn't something that could be fixed with an apology, bottle of wine, and a good time in bed.

"Hey," she calls up to your softly, fingers curling around your own as you sniffle. "You came back for me?" she asks weakly.

"Of course," you scoff indignantly, trying to channel your confident persona through the tears. "Can't let you have all the fun all the time."

She grins at that, a weak curl of her lips that lets you know that after everything, she's still in there. Your Jill is still in there. "What do you think of the new suit?" she croaks out, smirk weak. The attempt at a joke in this time makes the tears spill over onto your cheeks, lips wobbling as your facade comes down.

"I think..." you whisper out, tone wavering. "I think I like you better as a brunette."

She gives a tremoring smile at that, her fingers squeezing yours reassuringly as you lower your lips down to press against her forehead.

This was never happening again. not if you could help it.

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But it did. it always did. Again, and again and again and again.

You let out a soft sigh, watching as she sleeps peacefully. It's two days after she got back from a mission at Alcatraz, chasing some bioweapon lead. You hadn't been able to get her out of the field despite how much you tried, but it's not like you did either. the scars on her chest were still prominent but had healed over to pale white lines and the remnants of the burns. It was always again and again and again. Your eyes skim over her silhouette, taking in the steady rise and fall of her chest.

You wanted to give her the life you both had thought you could achieve back in Raccoon, before everything went to shit. You weren't oblivious to the way that her eyes lingered on the kids that would play in the park when you both walked home in the evening. The slight pause of her eyes on the dress boutiques as you went out for a date at the weekend markets, staying a little too long on the wedding dresses in the window of the city shops. It's not like you hadn't thought of that. You'd gone in numerous times to look at engagement rings but always walking out empty handed and dejected. The more you thought on it, the more you ruminated on it, you knew it was unlikely she would say yes. If there's anything you knew about your Valentine, is that she would never allow herself to say yes. She'd put people first, everyone else's happiness before hers, as she had always done.

Despite the years and battles that had worn your hands, whittled you down piece by piece, you could still see the remnants that were there. Your Jill, still in there after everything.

You closed your eyes again, trying to get back to sleep. You could sleep it off, distract yourself the next day, but the thought would always be there in the back of your mind.

The thought telling you that one night when you rolled over, when you met the eyes of your forever girlfriend, that you wouldn't recognise the Jill staring back at you.

And your Jill would be gone.

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This was for @wait-whos-batman Valentine’s Day DCU Event!

If Steph ever stayed it was always with Cass, the two of them inseparable, and Bruce was always sure to give her the same treatment, after all his favourite version of Stephanie was while she was asleep.

One morning Steph would mention it offhandedly.

“You’re really nice, when you think I’m asleep.” She said through a mouthful of waffles at breakfast.

“Hmph” Bruce sipped his coffee, not engaging.

“I feel like it’s because you like your girl’s unconscious.” She was reaching for more syrup and she spoke.

Selina had to grab the kitchen island’s counter top as she doubled over from laughing, clutching her stomach. Dick snorted through his cheerios, as he placed a hand on Selina’s back to help her regain composure.

Even Alfred tried to hide a smile as he put down a plate off eggs.

“Close your mouth while you chew, Stephanie.” Bruce put his newspaper down as he called her out, exasperated.

Steph complied, snapping her mouth shut as she continued to eat. Bruce stood up, kissing her head briefly as walked past her.

“Can’t help it that your cuter when your mouth is shut.”

He would leave her sputtering, the annoyance in her tone not really making it to her eyes.