#vday 2018

[buddiebeginz]

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance, risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body. I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know no other way than this: where I does not exist, nor you, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep. — Pablo Neruda (desktop wallpaper | phone)

[goldenpinof]

happy phannie valentines day to polish people and everyone who is coming here to see a bitch named Dan

[freckliedan]

wait can you talk more about christmas 2018?

Anonymous asked: Just what you said in your post! "the first christmas where they publicly spent that much time together" did they usually keep quiet about where they were?

i can't speak to the 2014-16 era because i fell out of touch with the fandom at that time, but i was absolutely around during 2017 & 18. both of those years marked HUGE shifts, and both of those huge shifts came at the tail end of gamingmas/dilmas. you can check out my original frog theory post and my frog theory tag for elaboration on the function of gamingmas irt all of this. as just like. prerequisite framework reading.

ANYWAYS. the thing that was such a big deal was that dan was openly visiting the lesters with phil. yes, you can visit friends' families during the holidays. but it's much more frequently something you do with a significant other. so the ruckus was because dan and phil knew the conclusions people would jump to if we knew dan visited the lesters at christmas, and they still let us know that it happened.

(this got disgustingly long, so i'm putting the rest of this post under the cut.)

part of what made that such a big deal was having that happen after the no homo/closet era, the "we're not together we're not even that close of friends we're just roommates" era. the significance of their trust & openness was MUCH more tangibly felt. a way larger percent of the fandom at that time had been present when the vday video leaked/had joined shortly afterwards when that was one of the biggest things impacting both phandom culture and our relationship with dnp.

so in 2017 when we got a glimpse of dan up north at the lesters' in a couple of cornelia's instagram stories? we lost our fucking minds about it. it was only 2 (i think) background cameos, but it was quite literally unprecedented. it's not something that qualifies as openly spending time together at the holidays because of the method throug which we found out about it, but like. there's no way they didn't know that cornelia was posting those, and no way that they didn't know we'd know about it.

when i say we, i mean dedicated phannies. people who could possibly be reading this post, not casual subscribers to the gaming channel. because when it comes to casual viewers, or even people who aren't a part of dan and phil's usual audience at all? there's a lot of methods of communication that they just plain aren't paying attention to and won't be aware of.

the most direct, permanent methods dan and phil have for communicating are videos on either of their individual channels or on dan and phil games, and after that is instagram grid posts or tweets, as well as videos on their side channels. twitter replies, insta stories, livestreams, and their public likes on any social media platform? those are for a more private audience. their appearances in other people's posts reaches a similarly small audience.

knowing that they were starting to be more and more open through the communication channels only open between them and dedicated fans, and that it was a trend - december 2017 is also when phil, in a liveshow, read out someone's "you and dan are so married" comment and just.. laughingly said "it-it's a useful thing". (link to gifs of that). it wasn't a one-off. it was a trend.

and compared to 2018, it was dust. they spent the whole year becoming increasingly open with us, through increasingly direct methods. it was a whirlwind. even for people who've watched all the videos and liveshows, you don't have the whole picture. the onslaught was coming at us from every angle at all moments. you'd have to also explore the full archives of social media posts, insta stories, meet and greets , social media likes, and like.. the archived recordings of every interactive introverts tour date. it was batshit.

it was genuinely one of the most insane years of my life. i was having physical symptoms. we all knew what was coming, we all could tell they were working up towards coming out, but nobody wanted to trust that we were right about that. my dashboard was regularly at a fever pitch.

and december 2018 was the culmination of everything. and then they were talking directly to us in a liveshow and being. insanely open. they told us that dan was going with phil to visit the lesters. and they told us that pinof was ending. and then dilmas started dropping, aggressively cementing the fact that dab and evan were sim-universe proxies for dnp, while dan and phil posted instagram grid and story updates about visiting the lesters. and then dab and evan came home to the howlter house for the holidays. and got engaged.

and then they went on hiatus, and we pretty much did not hear from dan until he came out.

the point is. we knew there was a fucking insane energy. we KNEW something big was coming. we fucking knew. it was a two year build up to dan and phil being the most publicly gay they'd ever been on the gaming channel and every single other platform - and part of that insanity was them being open about dan visiting the lesters, which coincided with them having their proxy sims get gay engaged while visiting family.

"did they usually keep quiet about where they were?" anon, the last time before all this that they had openly acknowledged dan visiting the lesters during the holidays was 2009.

the way they were acting over christmas of 2018 had me experiencing shrimp emotions to such an intense degree i was having verifiable psychic visions.

[pseudophan]

i became a phannie in 2018 (right in the middle of ii) and i'm a bit scared to ask lol but... what was the vday video? :0

*cracks knuckles* oh boy

the date is september 17th, 2011. a video gets uploaded to the lessamazingphil youtube channel, it stays up for about three hours. the video, simply titled with an emoticon, is.. deeply embarrassing, if i’m being honest! it’s essentially a valentine’s card from phil to dan, painfully earnest and very very sweet, but obviously not meant to be seen by anyone else. at this point in time the phandom was quite small and nobody really lost their minds fully, though there are still reactions from the day up online. most of the reactions were people just going ‘lol called it’. 

the original upload date of the video was february 13th 2010, and it had been private on lessamazingphil for a year and a half until a YOUTUBE GLITCH publicised it. quite frankly if i was dnp i would be burning down youtube headquarters because that is some fucking bullshit. the video gets taken down as soon as phil notices. he reaches out to people who saw it and explain to them that it was an april fools prank that they decided not to go through with.

now because not THAT many people saw it, and there weren’t many diehard shippers at the time, everything kinda died down. that is, until dnp properly blew up and got genuinely famous and oh no of course someone saved the vday vid and of course someone leaked it. halloween 2012! that’s when it all broke loose. at this point not only was the phandom big but there were a metric fuckton of shippers out there. and so when someone posted THAT.. well, you can imagine. 

dan was in the middle of his no homo howell era and went the FUCK off at people on tumblr about it, phil was answering questions about it like hahaa nooo it was a prank lol. basically they were sticking to the april fools story, which is a hilariously bad excuse for many reasons, and truly did not add up even a little bit. there’s not really a reason anymore for us to pick it apart, because after BIG and dan confirming they were romantically involved at the time it’s more clear than ever that they were full of shit when they said it’s a prank, but people were writing essays about that shit. you had to be there, i fear. but also be glad you weren’t cause it was carnage out there 

for YEARS after this phil would take down any copy of the video online, like i’m talking everywhere from youtube to pornhub to obscure foreign websites. the phandom rule was kind of to just not mention it at all, but definitely never post it.

i think we’re best off keeping the ‘don’t post it’ rule, because although the ‘outing them’ part of it all isn’t relevant anymore, it’s still a very private video and i just cannot stress enough how deeply embarrassing it is. i say that lovingly.

that being said, mostly everyone has seen it anyway. i am so sorry dan and phil. kind of, it’s kinda funny also. but sorry again. for what it’s worth, phil seems to have stopped taking it down, so while i won’t post it i will say that if you want to find it you can

... i am going to share their comments on it though because good lord

[alittledizzy]

Hi! Feel free to ignore this, but would you mind sharing what you thought of Dan's comment in their reacting to pinof vid about him trying to get his hair to be as straight as he was pretending to be in 2011, when he... wasnt? Not really? I mean, I wasn't around then and I definitely don't remember everything in detail about that time, and when I tried to go back to check just now I found out that phandirectory changed the password, but I thought they went deep into denial in 2012?

They went back into the closet not too long after they got together. The earliest six months or so of interaction were pretty obviously queer and flirtatious/sexual but as soon as Dan moved to Manchester it stopped. I think their increasing fame made Dan really hit a rough patch mentally because people were starting to ship them, be a bit invasive, and he didn't have a good reaction to the thread of more people knowing he wasn't straight than he was talking to specifically on twitter in the beginning. Like once it became something his family could potentially see - well, we know he didn't even come out to them until 2018, so I can understand how that terrified 19/20 year old Dan.

And then the vday video leaked in 2011. That really was just a nail in the coffin, but they'd already began reframing themselves as friends before that.

[phanfictioncatalogue]

Introspection (4) Masterlist

part one, part two, part three

all of these small things (ao3) - possumdnp

Summary: It’s Dan’s first day back from his American tour, and Phil can’t believe how much he’s missed him.

Chips (ao3) - philsmeatylegss

Summary: Dan struggling with the concept that all healthy couples should fight.

fallow & blossom (ao3) - indistinct_echo

Summary: He’s half-drunk and laughing in the hotel room with these people that he loves and knows that this, this is living.

flicking through the pages (i’ve written in my memory) (ao3) - happy_endings15

Summary: Dan and Phil return to Manchester for a nostalgia-filled day before heading off on their world tour.

game plan (ao3) - possumdnp

Summary: In another universe, Dan posted “the June video” in 2018 as originally planned, right in the middle of the Interactive Introverts tour. But how would he and Phil have handled the gaming channel?

give back (everything the darkness stole) (ao3) - i_am_my_opheliac

Summary: You’re both so glad that you waited, glad that you let the storm have its moment, waited it out in the shelter of your own home, in between safe walls that you erected together.

he kept tulips in the kitchen (ao3) - gremlinhours

Summary: dan doesn’t know if he’ll ever be enough for anyone, but in the meantime, he tends to his garden, unminding of the world.

phil works at his favourite flowershop.

In Starbucks (with you) (ao3) - apoetacriminal

Summary: Things are just beginnig for them, but they’re also coming to an end. An afternoon in Manchester, a coffee shop sofa, and some memories.

invincible (ao3) - jestbee

Summary: the first day after is like a breath of fresh air

Little Black Box (ao3) - hygge

Summary: While packing up their apartment before they move into their new home, Dan finds something hiding in Phil's suitcase that makes him question what he wants out of their relationship.

Other (ao3) - philsmeatylegss

Summary: Phil’s journey of being gay except it’s completely made up by me

Pathological people pleaser (who only wanted you to see him) (ao3) - ThoughtfulMess

Summary: Over a decade since the infamous vday video. What does Dan feel about it, and their relationship now? It could never be the same, he knows.

Dan’s response, all these years later.

Santa Buddy (ao3) - philsbignaturals

Summary: In which the boys host joint family Christmas in their forever home

Together Again (ao3) - LivingVicarioslyThroughDaydreams

Summary: This is Dan’s moment, and Phil is more than happy to let him have this time. So when Dan calls every night, gushing with energy and excitement, Phil doesn’t tell him how he wants to be with him, how he misses him so much. He only smiles and laughs along and tells Dan how proud of him he is.

But now Dan is coming home, back to him. He almost feels selfish with how excited he is. Today though, he’ll allow it. Dan has had his time to find himself, but today: today will be just for them. Together again.

(Phil's perspective on missing Dan and being reunited with him)

We balance each other out on the seesaw of life (ao3) - natigail

Summary: Phil had dragged Dan to Isle of Man after his return home from tour. The sea air would do him good (even if it gave him hobbit hair) and he could be surrounded by Phil's family (who were his family too). He hadn’t actively planned to drag him onto a seesaw on a playground but it turned out to be a precious moment all the same.

(we were in) screaming color (ao3) - calvinahobbes

Summary: Phil thinks he could be jealous. He turns the idea over in his mind, weighing it. He could be more jealous, angry for Dan’s lack of attention.

when you see the sun, i see the moon (ao3) - dizzy

Summary: Dan has a show. Phil goes to an art fair. Life goes on.

you can see it with the lights out (ao3) - calvinahobbes

Summary: Somehow it’s taken Dan until he got to Japan, but here it’s caught up with him, hit him like a freight train. Phil keeps laughing at him, showing him pictures on his phone of Dan’s face softened by it, posture loosened by it.

[jellygay]

I don’t know how busy I’ll be Valentine’s Day or the days leading up to it so I drew this quick McHanzo piece!

HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY TO MY FOLLOWERS AND EVERYONE!

[simonfalk]

[loveinpanem-blog]

Love in Dark Places

@mega-aulover gets a the credit for this title and some ideas that made there way here. Thank you @chele20035 for being my bata last minute! This is rated E for smut.

Happy Valentine’s Day Everlarkers! ❤ @savvylark

Something about you makes me feel like a dangerous woman.

This should feel wrong but it feels so right. His hot kisses have become more intense and more delicious. His lips make a trail down my neck, leaving a fire in their wake. He bites and sucks my pulse point and I lose my breath. I trail my hands up and down his broad chiseled chest and mural of beautiful  body art, tattooed in his skin to camouflage the painful childhood scar his mother left. I shove him down to the bed and make a point to kiss every single scar. We don’t talk about it, but we know they’re there, and where they came from.

He moans and draws a need deep within me for more. He finds the clasp from my bra and frees me. His talented fingers trace my spine. I sigh in his touch.

We don’t talk about how we once knew each other years ago. We pretend we were strangers, attracted to one another, who met and flirted at a bar thousands of miles from where we grew up.

As his luscious lips trail down my chest I can’t help but hum in anticipation. My heart is pounding wildly, and I’m nearly breathless as I watch this perfect man slowly unravel me.  Fulfilling all my teenage fantasies.

He lifts his gaze to meet mine, deep blue eyes meet silvery gray and I could almost pretend that he’s thinking the same thing, that he’s fantasized about this. He bites that sexy lower lip and can’t help but gawk at his near perfection.

I’ve never wanted anyone like I wanted Peeta, but he was off limits, which only fueled my growing and frustrating desire for him. Some of these feelings I chalked up to physical attraction and teenage hormones. The dangerous desire of forbidden love. Yet, I could never ever shake this innate connected feeling with this guy. Clearly, nothing in this room has anything to do with hormones, the chemistry and heat has been mind blowing.

How many times had I tried to pretend I didn’t get lost in these very deep blue pools of his eyes that speak depths of wonder, beauty, and pain?

How distracted I would get with those impossibly long eyelashes! They should get tangled up, but somehow never did.

How I would daydream about his plump lips wrapped around my bottom lip, wondering what he would taste like. My heart seems to do a double take in disbelief.

I reach up to capture his lips again just to confirm this is real and not a daydream I’ve imaged since high school. My lips are greedy as I pull and nip and suck his. Our tongues meet and dance, stroking and exploring. Like kindling, building the heat and fanning the fire inside me.

His hands crawl up my ribs and brush the sides of my breasts teasingly a few times. I twitch a little in anticipation. When his hands finally cup my breasts I make a low noise I didn’t know I was capable of. I try to remember to breathe as his lips travel down my neck again. I feel a smile from his face on my collarbone.

He’s remembering the time I tried to land that jump and fell off Madge Undersee’s bike, breaking my collarbone. The first real instances we got close without his step-sister around. He felt responsible because it was definitely his fault. You don’t dare Katniss Everdeen to do something, even if I was only an 11 year old and he was 13, I refused to back out of the challenge. He knew it too, and he used that slick tongue of his to convince me. That slick tongue is traveling down my shoulder.

I’m brought back to the present as he bite my shoulder, while his fingers brush and squeeze my nipples. I moan and wiggle my hips, shifting my thighs, attempt to find any kind of friction.

I was entirely awkward about anything remotely romantic or sexual for the longest time as an early teen. While other girls were fantasizing about prince charming I was prancing around with Gale in the woods, probably full of mud. My mother assured me that I was just a late bloomer. I had even wondered if I had any sexual preferences at all because I wasn’t attracted to anyone in that way.

Until one day, wrestling champ and golden boy Peeta Mellark and I were seated on the porch of the house his mom and the major call home drinking lemonade. Nothing out of the ordinary, but usually we have his step-sister Madge as an optimistic buffer.

I can’t even remember what lead to such a dark turn in our conversation but we accidentally started to talk about painful memories of our past. Instead of the conversation being awkward, it was amazingly cathartic. It felt like releasing the pressure of a painful festering injury.

Everyone saw this picture perfect boy, when the truly painful things he continued to struggle with had a way of digging in and eating away inside. He hid it all with a kind smile and quick humor.

There was a moment where we stood gaping at each other. Suddenly I saw him in entirely new light, but what truly scared me was, I saw something I identified with. I recognized his soul being just like mine, battered and bruised, but resilient and courageous.

That Emily Brontë quote runs through my mind once again, “Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.”

I tried, but I’ll never forget how my heart leapt out of my chest upon the recognition, the awakening within me. I was captivated by this man.  

I started having dreams about him, innocent at first, just he and I against the world in various settings, hand in hand. I started to find myself more attracted to Peeta Mellark with each time I saw him. The dreams took on a more physical and eventually explicit nature.

My attention is drawn back as Peeta’s searing lips reach my nipples and I arch into him. His hands run down my back and start to play with the waist of my jeans. My fingers sink into his wavy blond hair. I love it longer and unruly like this.

It may have been my imagination, but it seemed from that day, the way I saw Peeta changed, he started to go through his own metamorphosis. He dropped out of wrestling, “One championship title was enough,” he said. He spent more time concentrated on artwork, dropped the debate team, in favor of drama club.

He was also able to stand up for what he wanted, despite what his mother pressured on him. Insead of his neatly styled Ivy League haircut he grew it a little longer on the top. His preppy attire shifted to reflect a more creative and darker Peeta. It fit him better and people took notice.

In my naive mind, I used to think that I was the catalyst for Peeta taking his life back and,not being a piece in his mom’s calculating chess game. I let go of that idea a long time ago.

My hands grip his back slip down the plains of his muscular back, I trail my hands around and down his abs, follow the happy trail and ever so quietly lessen his belt and lower his zipper ever so slightly. I have admired his infamous backside and appreciated how nicely he fills out a pair of jeans. I dip my hands past the band of his boxer briefs and cup each cheek while he lavishes the other breast with strokes of his tongue. I’m writhing under his ministrations.

He still has the same familiar scent of herbs and a specific peeta sent that brings to mind memories of happier times. Of innocence, but also the thrill of desire for him that courses through me. The familiarity alone is starting to drive me wild. I smooth my hands around his hips and down each let as I start to ease his pants down.

He’s momentarily startled, as I hear a sharp intake of breath. I wriggle and use my feet to push the pants down further. I tangle my legs with his and a line our hit centers and move my hips in slow figure eights. The guttural deep moan I’m rewarded with shoots spark to my very core.

Peeta looks up at me with an intense look I only recognize because I might be giving him the same one. I don’t understand how this can be the most intensely hot encounter to date and yet this connection feels like coming home all at once.

Peeta was so hot in high school, it was no secret. He dated the most gorgeous girls to walk those halls. His artistic endeavors didn’t put a damper on his popularity, he was still crowned homecoming king. His artwork was displayed all over the school. He seemed more mysterious Peeta and that much more alluring. The more artist dark Peeta challenged text book popularity, his depth and commitment to being true to himself started tidal wave of change in people all around him. Cliques didn’t matter, race and sexual orientation seemed to fade as a division. Peeta boldly accepted everyone and cause others to question their prejudice.

It meant a lot to me that he still chose to walk with me, a lowly sophomore and his little (step)sister’s sullen and surly friend to choir on his way to the drama department his entire senior year. I always tried to keep my heart from pounding out of my chest, but once he started our conversation I was always put at ease. I kept thinking he would get side tracked by a friend more worthy of his attention, but he was unwavering.

Still unwavering, and so much sexier in present day, Peeta is hovering over me.  His eyes, hazy with lust make my stomach flip, I tremble under his touch. His hand smooths over my hip, and get the strong urge to kiss him again.

Oh lordy, I might actually be addicted to his lips. I grab his head and pull it down to mind. Our lips smash together not as aggressively this time. Our tongues meet and dart and chase. His hand now cups the front of my pelvis and I moan into his mouth. Instinctively I reach for his length, I don’t know what I was expecting but it’s impressive, I gasp.

“Oooh Katniss!” I hear his low voice groan my name in my ear.

This is the first time either of us has acknowledged that we know each other beyond tonight. I think it’s been 6 years since either of us has set foot in our shitty hometown, and just about the same that we’ve seen one other. I wonder what this means for the evening, for our little game?

I run my hand up and down his manhood a few times teasingly. His ragged breath against my throat is doing things to me. His fingers wonder and tease until he rubbing me with more pressure and more purpose. I release him as he scoots his body further down to kiss my stomach and dip his tongue in my belly button, his kisses trail lower. I pant in anticipation as he continues to stroke with just the right amount of pressure on my core.

I think of all the times I admonished myself for these dirty thoughts. The pep talks I had in my head about how he was off limits, and how dangerous it was to fantasize about such things with Peeta of all people, most wanted man of Panem High. After Madge’s falling out with her former friend and brother’s ex, we made a pact, brothers and step-brothers are off limits, until further discussion.

There were a few times when we had Show Choir performances at the All School Assembly. I could have sworn I saw Peeta’s eyes locked with mine as I sang, in some sort of trance. Like he knew I was singing for him. Like he was aware that he gave me courage to do so, with every day that he existed. With every fiber of his being. I had to brushed it off the thoughts. Just my imagination playing tricks on me.

But the look he was giving me earlier, eyes boring into my very soul, recognizing it's… no, don’t go there, just enjoy this.

My underwear is flung across the room and he pins my legs down and draws them further apart as if a man on a mission. I blush at the vulnerable feelings I have, drape my arm over my eyes and sigh. His hands travel up my thighs and I desperately try not to growl.

I’m a girl on fire, a raging inferno is building inside me, only be quenched by a man that doesn’t know he possesses my heart. This tattooed tortured artist with mesmerizing eyes, and the kindest heart despite this cruel world.

His strong tongue and slender fingers reaching where I had been waiting years for him. Elicits in me things I didn’t know were possible. I’m dazed and lost in wave after wave of pleasure. I’m flying and its glorious. Fantasy and daydreams be damn. As the euphoric energy sends my head buzzing I am awakened some how. I feel like a new woman. I feel dangerous. Aggressive. Desired.

I shove Peeta down and straddle him with a wicked grin. His eyes meet mine. Predator and prey. I roll my hips and a deep moan reverberates through him. I bite my lip in attempt to hold in the smile and satisfaction I feel from his primal reaction. I gave him that reaction.

He sits up reaching for his wallet on the nights stand to retrieve a condom, I keep my body flush to his and trail kisses along his jawline. I hear the foil packet crinkle. The anticipation does weird flowery things to my heart. I should feel lucid with lust, instead I’m giddy, like I’m about to get away with tasting  forbidden fruit I’ve wanted for eons.

He takes the lead, he wraps me in his strong arms and whispers the most poetic filthy things about my body. I growl and murmer my appreciation as his hands travel and explore.

I gasp as he teases my cavern with the tip. He lifts my left leg and drapes my ankle above his shoulder.

“Please Peeta, I need you. Ruin me.” I repeat some of his desires he whispered in my ear.

We share a moan as he slides deep inside me. My slick walls welcome him and the safety and confidence I feel in him, in this moment of vulnerability are not lost on me. I open my eyes search his face. Awe and wonder, probably read in my face as well. His blue eyes seem to dance with emotions. I’m so swept up in this moment I don’t try to understand it. I just grip it for dear life with my very being.

Somehow, I don’t have words, but it feels as if being reunited, being pieces together. To recognize my own heart entwined with someone else’s in an other worldly sense.

We move as one colliding and giratung, a slow and sensual dance. We are one and I am whole.

I can’t look away, I’m locked in place with his gaze and I feel like I’m soaring high above this world. “Ooooh, Katnisss you feel incredible.” Peeta groans as his low baritone vibrates into my chest where his face is buried between my breasts.

I never pretended to understand love, but the depths of affection I’m pouring out as waves of pleasure wash over me forces me to recognize that this might be similar.

I should be scared. I should hide and escape the intensity, but I’m not strong enough. I can’t escape how deeply he’s rooted himself in me. Someone who became a very part of my being a long time ago.

The tension in the air and friction our bodies create hurl us forward, we dive and dip, faster and harder. He murmurs filthy things in my ear as he pulls me on top of him. His expression euphoric, jaw dropped, eyes nearly rolling back in his head and filled with emotion. I ride him until we’re tumbling into oblivion. I collapse on top of him as he mutters broken obscenities into my neck,  sputters and grunts that indicate his release. I continue to squeeze and milk him deep within me until I know he’s finally sated. I catch my breath and let out a light chuckle, relief and happiness revealed. Peeta wipes away the tears that escaped my eyes mid-orgasm.

I sigh. My hands lazily roam over his shoulders and the plains and dips of his chest. He holds my gaze and flashes a shy crooked smile, wraps me in his warm embrace and pulls me tight. He smooths a lock of hair out of my eyesight and studies my eyes and face for ages. I wish I could read his expression, or the look he’s giving me but I can’t place it. I also haven’t seen him in a very long time.

There’s so much I want to say to him but words elude me.

You’re the one I’m on fire for.

You left a mark on my heart and memory forever.  

I don’t believe in soulmates but this is making me rethink everything I thought I knew.

Don’t ever let you me go.

Peeta holds tighter to me as if I am something precious he could lose. My heart melts, I’m putty in his hands.

The fear of parting ways grows heavy on my heart. I don’t know how to fight it, but if we don’t talk it may strangle me from the inside.

“Do you–”

“Where do–” we speak at the same time then laugh nervously.

“Where do you call home Katniss? I know you’re here on a business trip like I am.”

[dxntasies]

happy valentine’s day cuties! i hope your day is filled with lots of love from all your loved ones around you. remember to spread love, but most importantly- don’t forget to love yourself because you’re amazing and i love you 💞💞

[aikaikaik-art]

Happy Valentine’s Day!

Because I’m a bit of a single pringle, it isn’t like I could just have one person to focus on for a special day like so - so what do I do instead? Show my platonic love for all of my friends! Apologies if I didn’t get to some people, but here we are! I’m posting this technically a day before the holiday, as I’ll be busy during then! SPECIAL SPEEDPAINT of this: [x]

Now, who are all these lovely people? Tags below say it all:

@bugbreach @themeanbunny @canislupusboofs @elesbreee @kibadoglover45 @milkfake @sistarstarly @grimmori @greyscaletyphoon @acidic-nitram @djc4t64 @devil-child-robin @substitutingreality93 @gooseworxmusic @peercrane @slirth @lizzybeanbutt Rexy, Nate, and Nights2Dreams

[sewerik]

Happy Valentines Day! @gresshoppe-skipjack

[ybcpatrick]

@transboy-tyler-official

[series-obsessed]

The Sass in this! 😏

‘a lot more where that came from’ (steve mcgarrett)

i’m a slut for steve and this is another valentine’s day au! i really hope you guys enjoy it. it is a little long and (unfortunately) the audience for hawaii five-0 is pretty small but oh well. i love this request and these characters, so i hope you babes like this.

w: innuendos, playful steve, mentions of sex/blood/death/kidnapping (!!!no gifs are mine!!!)

a/n: pls enjoy this babes. feel free to request more valentine’s day imagines/drabbles/etc! you’re all the best, thank you always <3

“You know, sometimes I’m really grateful for this job,” you sigh happily, joining your teammates… for work… at 10:30 PM… Valentine’s night.

“You-you’re grateful for this job right now? The day of love, night of love-making now?” Danny shakes his head, having trouble understanding your headspace right now.

“I was at home drinking wine and watching slasher movies. I do that all the time,” you shrug, just now missing your activity a little bit.

“What, you didn’t have a date tonight?” You look up to see your boss giving you an odd look.

“A date? Boss, I couldn’t get a date if I wanted,” you shake your head, laughing slightly. “Men are easily intimidated.”

“They are!” Kono gave you a high-five despite her steady relationship with Adam, surprising you and her cousin. Chin gives her an odd look and Kono just rolls her eyes at him. “I’m just saying.”

“Well I’m not easily intimidated,” Steve shrugs casually and the rest of the team watches the two of you, waiting for your reaction.

“I hope not, you’re a former SEAL. If you were easily intimidated, that wouldn’t say much about our armed forces,” you shrug and give your boss a wink. “And besides, if I had a date, who would save your asses?”

“That’s a good point you make,” Steve laughs and scratches his head as Kono pulls the case up on the screen.

“I do that often, Commander. Don’t act so surprised,” you grab the case file, reading it over as your lip gets caught between your teeth.

Steve watches you, following your actions for a moment before Chin clears his throat.

“Sorry, that’s right,” Steve looks up, avoiding a laughing Chin and an embarrassed Danny. “What’ve we got Kono?”

“We’ve got a potential kidnapping victim, Connor Bradford. All we know right now is what the father Robert told us. He reported his son missing at 10 this morning, said he went to a party last night but was expected back. Father gets a text from his son at 5 in the morning saying he was with a friend, but the friend claims that Connor didn’t even make it to the party last night,” Kono looks at the screen sceptically. “This could just be a romantic getaway that the guy didn’t want to disclose.”

“I don’t know, the text is odd. The friend, what’s his name?” You look at the file and furrow your brows. “Jamie Kane? He says Connor is his best friend and teenage boys cannot keep their traps shut when it comes to their sex life.”

“Unfortunately, Y/N over here is right. Boys are sickos, no matter the age,” Danny shakes his head, no doubt thinking of Grace as she gets older.

“Alright, let’s treat this like any other kidnapping case unless something along the way proves otherwise,” Steve stands tall and addresses the team. “Kono, head over to the victim’s house and prepare the place for a ransom demand. See what else you can find out about him; look at his financials, his employment, his medical history. Robert and his son’s. Chin, Danny, I need you two to go over to the friend and see what you can find out from him. Then head over the the Bradford’s. Meanwhile, Y/N and I will visit the site of the party: a Mandy Stern’s house according to what I can gather from the friend’s official statement. You guys hear anything else, give us a call. Got it?”

“Got it, boss,” Kono shot Steve a wink and you furrow your brows, especially confused after you turn around and see a blush on Steve’s face.

You saw all the signs, the looks they’d give one another or the private meetings they would have. You should have known. It didn’t bother you any less, but now that you think back, it should have been obvious. You roll your shoulders, doing your best to ignore the odd feeling in your chest. Everyone walks out and Steve clears his throat, leading you two to his pick-up.

A little ways down the road, Kono calls.

“Guys, I have bad news.”

“Kono, what is it?” You and Steve share a concerned look as Kono explains the situation to you.

The victim was found dumped on the side of a busy road. There were signs of a struggle and blood on the site that didn’t belong to the vic, Max traced it to Mandy Stern’s father. As of right now, you and Steve were heading towards a stakeout and leading to an arrest.

“Is that all, Kono?” Steve continues driving to the Stern’s, so as not to appear out of place and alarm the family.

“All from me, boss. How are things on your end? Y’know,” you can hear the smirk in her voice and for some reason, it angers you but you’re quick to cover it up.

“Goodbye, Kono,” Steve hands up, but not before Kono laughs quietly.

“What was that about?”

“What was what about?” He keeps his eyes on the road and that’s the first indicator that he’s not telling you something.

“You know what. Now c’mon, don’t insult me, boss. How long has it been going on, huh?” You nudge him with your elbow, sitting properly in your seat and staring forward as Steve turns his head to give you a look.

“How long has it been going on?” He clears his throat and you smirk, nodding your head. He thinks you’ve figured him out, that you know how he feels.

“Eyes on the road, boss. You can spill to me about you and Kono while we drive… unless it’s too distracting?”

“What?!” Steve looks at you for a split second and in that second, the car swerves a little and jumps into the opposite lane, in front of a semi.

“Steve!” You scream and pull the wheel over, bringing you both back into the proper lane as the semi honks. “WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?”

“THAT was a reaction to your question,” thankfully, you’re right by the house and Steve pulls over to the side of the road, happy to have a breather from what could’ve been a deadly wreck and your question. “What the hell are you talking about, Y/N?”

“I’m talking about that look she gave you earlier,” you give him a confused look, not quite understanding his underlying anger or the reaction he provided. “I just wanted to make conversation, so I asked about the two of you. If you would like to keep it private, I understand that, too.”

“What look are you talking about?” He removes his seatbelt and gives you another chance to explain yourself, growing angrier by the second. “Kono and I are not together. Did you miss the part where she’s with Adam?”

“No, I just thought maybe-”

“Maybe what, Y/N?” He shakes his head, ready to jump out the car.

“Listen, what the hell’s the matter with you, boss? You cannot-no don’t-oof!” You unbuckle yourself and jump across the seat, locking Steve’s door before he can get out. “Tell me why I offended you so bad.”

“Y/N, stop acting childish, get up,” he grunts, trying to lift you up but you lay across his lap as dead weight. “Y/N, get up before someone sees us.”

“Someone who? Mandy and her parents are at her little brother’s recital for another half hour at least, so I’ve got a few minutes at least,” you remain in his lap but roll over a bit, facing your boss. “Talk or I ain’t moving.”

“Jesus, you’re something else,” Steve laughs despite himself and another odd feeling erupts in you, this one warm and wanting.

“We’ve established how great I am, boss. At all things,” you wink at him and he grows tense for a moment.

“Yeah, yeah, I got it,” he smiles down at you and for a breath, there’s nothing but silence. He hesitantly beings a hand down and ruffles your hair a little.

“You’ve messed up my hair. Now what are people gonna think?” You wiggle your brows and laugh softly.

“I don’t know, Y/N. What are people gonna think?” He raises a brow at you daringly and you shrug, laying on your back over Steve’s lap with his hand still in your hair.

“They might think we wrestled,” you shrug, looking at the ceiling of the car and it just hits you that you’re in Steve’s car on a stakeout.

“Wrestled? In a car? You don’t say?” He looks down at you, a smirk on his face as you fight not to blush.

“Yeah, I mean, it’s possible.”

“Right, right. What else is possible in a car? Y’know, that might give your hair this wild look,” he watches you, studying your breathing, the way you bite your lip, the blood rushing to your cheeks.

“The near-accident from before could’ve caused it,” you shrug and your eyes meet his, a small laugh escaping you both.

“So just a wrestling match and a near-accident, right?”

“Well, I mean asides from the obvious,” you whisper unable to look up at him.

“The obvious, hm?” He sighs, feigning confusion. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Sex. Intercourse of some sort,” you raise your eyes to his as the words leave your mouth. 

“That’s my favorite option so far, if I’m being honest,” he ruffles your hair again and you squeal, sitting up and smacking his chest. “Listen, though, seriously,” he grabs your hand and looks at the way your fingers fit in with his. “Kono and I aren’t together. She was pushing me to–”

“Steve, while I really wanna hear what’s gonna leave your beautiful mouth, I think the Stern’s have just arrived and with clothes so muddy, I doubt they were at a recital. Come on,” you grab your gun and look up at your boss who’s finally got his eyes on the suspects.

“I’m gonna hold you to that beautiful mouth comment, I hope you know that,” Steve puts down his binoculars and straps up.

“You better. Know why?” He turns to face you and you capture his lips in a quick kiss. “Because there’s a lot more where that came from.”

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