#Sunshine Valentine

[doctorsiren]

me an my husband actually

[eggbagelz]

clownsonas. or something [sunval uses he/she and bram uses they/them]

[transvampireboyfriend]

Had this “Steve only hates impersonal nicknames” idea in my notes for a while and then after seeing @cholvoq​ ‘s wonderful art I had to turn it into a real thing for Valentine’s Day. This is 2.4k, i’m SO sorry edit: you can now read this on ao3 :)

Eddie’s a nickname guy. It’s always Dusty this and Gare-Bear that and JeffJeff here and Bobbie there and it’s Mikey and Maxxii and Nance-pants and Johnny and… big boy?

Him being a nickname guy makes it near impossible to hide his crushes. Thankfully, Steve had been really cool about it. Sure, he seemed a little stunned, but Eddie still had all his teeth in place by the end of that interaction, so he had called that a win.

He hadn’t known then that Steve was… different. Or he was starting to see it but what he thought was shocking then had really been just the tip of the iceberg. He hadn’t expected Steve to be nice. Or funny, or caring, or protective, or understanding.

He had learned all of that after everything. During chats on Hellfire nights while the kids cleaned up after themselves, during hangouts at the diner with Robin and Nancy, during Saturday afternoons when he went to pick out a movie only to end up talking with Steve, their conversation flowing until it was cut short by Steve’s shift ending.

After some time, Eddie had gotten to know Steve even more during long weekday nights when one came over to bring the other something they left behind, or to share a record, or to demand the beers the other owes or to show the other a stupid article in a stupid magazine only to end up making dinner together and watching a movie afterwards.

They stopped making excuses about two weeks ago.

Eddie had asked “do youuu… wanna come over?” on Saturday night, while nervously twirling his keys as Steve locked the front doors of the Family Video.

The evening chill had cut right through Eddie’s leather jacket as his keys clanged against his rings. But Steve had nodded with a smile and asked “pizza?” on their way to their cars, and Eddie had forgotten all about the cold.

Point being, Steve had been just fine with ‘big boy’ when it happened. Eddie’s a nickname guy. Him and Steve are hanging out more now, and so, Eddie’s been calling him more nicknames. Some of them are very intentional, others come completely without thinking, and it turns out, Steve takes issue with a few of them.

The first time it happens, Eddie’s underneath his van trying to get the damn thing to cooperate, the recent winter was tough on it, and it keeps dying out on him.

Steve sits nearby perched on a little stool, wearing his Family Video vest since he came by right after finishing his morning shift to see if they could make plans for lunch. Eddie suggested they grab something at the diner if and when he finally gets the van to start back up and Steve had agreed to wait.

He’s been telling Eddie about tonight’s basketball- game? match? super bowl? Is there such a thing as the major leagues of basketball? Eddie’s not sure, but he adores the sound of Steve’s voice and he’s kind of invested in the drama of players switching teams and retiring and whatever else Steve wants to tell him about. So, he’s been listening, not really bothering with asking for clarification for what he doesn’t understand yet. He’ll figure it out as they go.

He's blindly patting the floor around his legs for his rag, when he feels Steve put it right in his hand.

Eddie’s relieved. "Thanks, bud!" he says, the nickname just rolling off his tongue effortlessly, no meaning attached.

It gets kind of quiet all of a sudden. After about five seconds of Steve not talking, Eddie comes out to check on him, and finds him frowning at his legs.

"Don't call me ‘bud’" Steve requests, looking up at his face, his tone just a tad harsh. Eddie would think he ran into King Steve if he didn't know any better.

As it is, Eddie gets Steve probably thinks the nickname is childish or patronizing, so he doesn’t think twice of it, just gets a little sheepish and says "sorry, Stevie".

Steve smiles at that, a little cocky. He does his little mean girl shaking his head thing like he just got exactly what he wanted. Eddie feels his face twist a bit in confusion, but he likes it when Steve gets a little mean so he doesn't say anything about it and just dives back under his van as Steve resumes their conversation.

 The second time it happens, they’re outside the supermarket. The kids shot out of the van as soon as it rolled to a stop, Steve calling out a warning after them while still listening to Eddie explain why Star Wars and Star Trek are actually very different but really good in their own way. Their conversation carries on as they hop out of the van, lock up and walk to meet at the front.

“I’m telling you, Star Trek is great. You would love it,” Eddie says, “you just have to give it a chance”.

Steve rolls his eyes at him, but Eddie can see his smile.

“Ok, alright,” Steve answers, “you can show me tonight then”, it’s almost too nonchalant. Eddie has to hide his grin.

Steve’s been suggesting they hang out more and more lately, and he can’t help but feel a bit hopeful. They clearly enjoy each other’s company, their time together is never dull, Steve seems to be really comfortable around him and maybe, just maybe…

“Should we get beers then?” Eddie asks, excited at the prospect of some more time alone with him.  They haven’t had a weeknight hangout since Eddie fixed his van last week. He kinda misses the very specific color of Steve’s eyes in the Harringtons’ yellow living room lamplight.

“Yeah,” Steve says, his eyes get soft in a way Eddie only started noticing a couple of weeks back, “we can watch it at my place” he adds. Eddie thinks he definitely hasn’t seen him look at anyone else like that.

To shake himself out of the spell of the prettiest boy he’s ever met making the prettiest eyes he’s ever seen at him and ONLY him, Eddie grabs Steve by the wrist and starts marching them towards the supermarket’s front doors.

Without thinking, Eddie says "c'mon man," as they go.

Steve, who started easily following him (like he always does these days), suddenly stops in his tracks. Eddie gets pulled back and almost stumbles on top of Steve. He'd get flustered if Steve wasn't frowning at him like he’d just said the most insulting thing he’d heard this month.

"Don't call me ‘man’" Steve says. Eddie feels his eyebrows raise a bit.

He debates asking why but doesn't question Steve in the end. He’d rather offer understanding than judgement to him any day.

So, Eddie takes advantage of Steve's wrist in his hand, and squeezes there a bit, says "I'm sorry sweetheart" sincerely, looks into Steve's eyes so he can see Eddie means it.

Steve blushes a bit then, not really used to the nickname yet, Eddie just got the balls to start using it last week. Eddie himself is not really used to seeing Steve blush, and at something he says? It’s too much power for one metalhead.

But he gets distracted from Steve’s blush because it happens again, Steve basically preens like a peacock once Eddie switches nicknames. Looks smug, like he has Eddie wrapped around his finger and well, Eddie guesses he does, so, no arguments there either.

He just smiles back at Steve, really, has no other choice, it’s not like he can control how he reacts to the most gorgeous fucking face the universe could ever come up with. But he tugs him along again, Steve happily following this time.

The next time it happens, Steve’s leaning against his kitchen island, with Eddie leaning across from him against the counter.

The party is watching a movie in the Harringtons’ living room and at some point, Eddie got up to get himself another soda, Steve not so subtly followed after him, taking the empty popcorn bowls to the sink. He struck up a conversation and there they stayed.

Eddie’s been turning the small gesture around and around in his head. Clearly Steve’s not shy about seeking him out, and he’s obviously good with the party knowing, which means a hell of a lot because those are Steve’s people, that’s his family.

Eddie’s honestly running out of excuses to not ask him out. Seeing him reaching out to bump his sneaker against Eddie’s boot when he says something funny, laughing just a little too hard at Eddie’s dumb joke; seeing his eyes widen a bit when Eddie compliments him; seeing him notice when Eddie is holding back from talking too much, and not letting it go until he thinks Eddie’s shared all of his opinions on the subject; Eddie thinks maybe he can be brave, when it comes to Steve.

And this week might be the perfect time.

Here they are still, the movie long ended and several easy conversations floating from the living room to the kitchen, where they’re still engrossed on their own.

“I mean I taught the kid how to do his hair for god’s sake!” Steve is saying, Eddie’s laughing easily, and he has a slight suspicion Steve’s acting way more annoyed than he really is because he knows Eddie dies laughing every time Steve roasts the kids.

“Just, if he’s gonna give me hair advice, he should work on that goddamn tone. At the Very Least.” Steve finishes, Eddie giggling all the while at his Annoyed Mom tone.

"Yeah, dude!" Eddie agrees, wanting to egg him on, but Steve's face suddenly falls and whatever remark Eddie had locked and loaded just fades away.

Eddie blinks perplexed; he’s getting déjà vu.

Steve frowns at him, says "Don't call me ‘dude’".

It’s eerie, only he sounds a bit annoyed this time.

Eddie thinks, maybe someone called Steve ‘dude’ before in an unpleasant way, so he doesn't pry.  Instead, he takes the chance to call him a nickname he likes more, and says "Sorry, pretty boy", his heart fluttering in the milliseconds he has to wait for Steve’s reaction.

And it happens one last time: Steve absolutely beams at that one, his smile so bright it makes Eddie want to jump in place.

He leans further back on the counter returning the smile, not noticing the common thread in Steve’s reactions to him switching nicknames.

But then the glint in Steve’s eyes suddenly brightens a dim corner of Eddie’s brain. He gets this feeling that reminds him of a perfectly set up riddle or finding that one perfect note for his latest song. It’s like everything suddenly just makes sense.

Eddie feels realization dawn on his face as he pushes himself off the counter to walk right into Steve’s personal bubble, grabs both of Steve's hands.

"Steve" Eddie says, not even caring that he sounds like the name is dripping in honey when it comes out of his mouth. With how sweet Steve is, it might as well be.

Steve just looks at him a little stunned, but doesn't say anything. Eddie draws circles in the back of his palms to reassure him.

"Why don't you want me to call you ‘dude’?" Eddie asks, trying to find out if this whole thing is what he thinks it is.

Steve looks down at their joined hands,.

"You call Nancy that sometimes..." Steve mumbles.

His answer would sound inconsequential to the unsuspecting, certainly would have to Eddie as late as last week, but Eddie thinks he’s finally getting it, and he hums his understanding.

"How ‘bout ‘man’?" he asks

Steve replies "You call Robin that sometimes..." his eyes still on their hands.

Eddie nods his agreement.

"I call everyone those things" he points out.

Steve agrees. "Exactly" he says, finally looking at him again, sounding annoyed and confirming Eddie’s suspicions.

Eddie feels his face split into a smile. He wants to grab Steve’s beautiful freaking face and just plant one on him.

"Can I still call you sweetheart?" he ventures instead. The nickname brings the hint of a smile to Steve's face but then he seems to realize something not so pleasant.

"Do you call someone else ‘sweetheart’?" Steve asks in return.

"No one" Eddie says, shaking his head, his tone vehement.

"Then yes" Steve finally answers. Eddie's heart wants to beat right out of his chest.

He interlocks their fingers to ground himself, Steve looks down at their hands and smiles at the sight.

"So, you don't want me to call you something I call someone else?" Eddie states, more than asks, calling Steve’s eyes back to his again.

"Anyone else" Steve confirms, holding his gaze.

Eddie lets out a small shuddering exhale and feels his heart fluttering in his throat, he really cannot believe this boy.

"Steve" Eddie drawls, dripping in honey again, his hands coming up to cradle Steve's face because he really can't resist anymore "Sweetheart" he says.

Steve's eyes grow a little wide and he starts blushing so much that Eddie can feel it in his palms.

"Steevieeee" Eddie sinsongs, squeezing Steve's face a bit "Pretty boy" Eddie calls him. Steve just keeps looking at him and a small smile blooms in his pretty, pretty face.

"Would you let me take you out to dinner this Friday?" Eddie finally asks him, his fingers curling to the back of Steve's head to play with his hair there. Steve's eyes get even wider.

" 's Valentine's this Friday" he points out. Eddie knows.

"Mmhm. Want you to be my Valentine." Eddie tells him, tugs his hair gently, "How's that sound?" he asks, bold in a way he never has been before. Steve blushing does things to him.

"Sounds nice" Steve answers. He smiles and nods while his hands hook on Eddie's belt loops.

"Then it's a date?" Eddie asks, trying not to sound too eager. He thinks he fails spectacularly but Steve beams and pulls him in to kiss his cheek.

"It's a date" Steve tells him, his breath ghosting on Eddie's cheek and making him shiver.

Steve pulls back, lets go of Eddie’s belt loops and tugs on a strand of his hair gently, smiling like the cat that got the cream as he walks back out into the living room.

Eddie’s gonna make this the best Valentine’s Day date Steve has ever been on.

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for valentines day requests maybe lukas healing injured jesse with hurt/comfort? or maybe sunshine institute stuff?

BRO FORGET WAITING TIL VALENTINES DAY I NEED TO DRAW THAT NOW!!!!! WTF!!! we were robbed of sunshine institute Lukas! he would have taken such good care of Jesse…

[s0ftersoftest]

[sunshine-entertainment]

[Sunshine Entertainment has removed the original statement for obscene language]

[sekaiichi-happy]

Valentine's 2018

[detectivebambam]

andrew and neil sitting on the floor of their kitchen at 2am eating chocolate covered strawberries

[mimidreamie]

oh how i miss you, valentine riko...

[hanabyka]

Happy Valentine’s Day from your fav Love Live girlies! 🥰

[crooked-hourglass]

Nameless Ghouls & Language of Flowers 4/8

Happy Valentine’s Day Ghesties!

See more of my artwork [here]

[r0mantic-f00l]

quite a sweet one for james! actually don't mind it

Secret Admirer

Pink and red was in every shop, hearts in every window and along the ceilings, couples walking hand in hand as they giggled and hushed secrets and stopped randomly on the pavement to kiss their partner as if it was a necessity.

You rolled your eyes at it all. Valentines Day was not a truly real holiday. It was created by companies that wanted to exploit society for more money because they knew they would get away with if because of course, people obsess over anything to do with love.

People cry at romance films, though the plots are always so predictable, people smile at the sight of red roses, though they are just flowers like every other flower, people scream their lungs out to the sound of love songs, though they are just a cacophony of drums and guitar and pitch singing.

You hated Valentines Day. Everyone would always claim it was because you were single for every Valentines Day since the day you were born. But no, that wasn't the case. You just hated it. No particular resson as to why. No reason why you scoffed at people giving chocolates and sneaking love letters into bags, whilst you felt slightly disappointed when you searched through your bag (for no reason, of course) and discovered no letters, no chocolates, no flowers.

Valentines Day was also created to make single people feel bad, you proclaimed.

But I'm single too, some of your friends would say. I'm single and I don't mind Valentines Day, they emphasised in an annoyingly cheery tone.

You rolled your eyes at them too.

For some perplexing reason, a golden ray of sunshine with the name of James Potter found you endearing whenever it was close to Valentines Day. He would smile when you rolled your eyes at couples, he would laugh when you purposely shoved your way through kissing couples on the pavement, he would frown as you searched through your bag only to find nothing.

He liked you. He really liked you. And when James Potter liked someone, it wasn't just a crush, no, it was borderline infatuation. His poor friends were stuck listening to his incessant rambling of how adorable you looked when you pouted, how beautiful you could still be even as you glared, how the sound of your voice could be so heavenly as you told couples to move out of your way.

It was nice, really, to hear James gush over you, but it was starting to become grating, especially when the only way his sentences would start was "Do you know what she did today?"

He was such a hopeless romantic. He knew that, he had no shame in it. So he decided to slip little notes for you into your bag when you weren't looking, then eventually he began to drop bars of your favourite chocolate in there too.

He even went as far as to decorate the tables in the Great Hall with your favourite flower, resulting in a detention when he was caught by a first-year and ultimately was ratted out to Professor McGonagall, who had given him a detention that same day (she did let the boy leave early when he apologised and called her 'Minnie').

Valentines Day had finally arrived and you woke up with a fury.

If that person who had been mercilessly pranking you with stupid loves notes and stupid delicious chocolate and stupid beautiful flowers would do it all again, you were convinced you would murder the prankster (well, maybe not murder them, but certainly you would have given them a hard time through the rest of the school year in Hogwarts).

You stomped passed couples who were exchanging gifts, some exchanging spit, as you made your way into the Great Hall, only to see your favourite flowers everywhere; on the tables, somehow hanging in the transparent ceiling, and even on the Head Table where teachers grumbled at the sight but nevertheless let a little smile show.

You stopped in your tracks and groaned before storming out again, failing to notice James Potter standing by your self-designated seat with a chocolate hamper he had made himself the previous night.

You made your way to the library where you were safe, plopping yourself down and resting your head on the table as you sighed, your frustration clearly to any passerby.

"Well, someone's not in a good mood," Marlene, who you had become good friends with, sat beside you, smirking when you lifted your head with a scowl on your face.

"Is it the Valentines Blues?" She teased.

"No." You mumbled.

"It's something else entirely."

"What is it then?" Marlene inquired, resting her head on her hand as she prepared herself for your typical 'I hate Valentines Day rant'.

"This moron has been pranking me over these last couple of weeks." You answered.

Immediately, Marlene's mind drifted to Sirius Black.

"How so?"

"Well, they've been placing these stupid love notes in my bag," You pulled out a handful of notes and smacked them onto the table, ignoring the glares of other students nearby.

"And chocolates. And flowers in the Great Hall!"

Marlene picked up one of the notes and read the first line, immediately identifying who the 'prankster' was.

"Hm. And are you sure this person is pranking you?"

"Of course. Everybody knows I hate Valentines Day. They're just doing all this to get a rise out of me and it really isn't funny!"

"..It kinda is funny."

You turned to Marlene with wide eyes and an angry frown, tilting your head at the girl who snickered at your expression. James was right, you were adorable whenever you were angry.

"Excuse me?"

"I don't think this is a prank, babe. I think someone just really likes you."

You thought for a moment, before scoffing.

"No, it's definitely a prank."

Marlene sighed, reminding herself that she was a patient person before she spoke once again.

"No it's not. I know it's not."

"Wait, you know?" You furrowed your eyebrows as you stared at her confused.

"Yeah, I know. I only know 'cause James Potter can go completely over board sometimes."

Your shoulders relaxed as your features shifted into soft shock.

"James... James Potter? He's doing all this?"

"Yep."

"..And not as a prank?"

"Oh, no, definitely not as a prank. The boy is just crazy."

You smiled, gazing into space as your cheeks turned as red as roses.

"James Potter likes me." You whispered to yourself, gathering up all the notes he wrote you in your arms and holding them to your chest.

Marlene nodded, grinning as she watched you transcend to the clouds where she knew nobody could snap you out of it.

Suddenly, you stood up, your chair scraping across the wooden floor as you threw all the notes in your bag and started walking away as if on a mission.

"He's in the courtyard!" Marlene called out without turning around in her chair.

She chuckled as she heard a quick 'thanks!' before running footsteps.

James was sitting on the stone bench by the footpath, reading through the latest Quidditch magazine when he heard someone frantically running, looking up only to see you as the person frantically running.

He watched as you manoeuvred between people, ignorant to their confused stares.

You finally arrived at the start of the footpath in the courtyard and drew in a deep breath, attempting to walk as elegantly as you could towards James Potter, panting as your hair flew everywhere but where it should've been. He was watching you with a mesmerised stare, and you knew Marlene was not joking if the boy could look at you like that even when you looked like that.

He stood up, dropping his magazine from his lap onto the floor but he didn't notice, only focused on you as you stood in front of him.

"James." You nodded respectfully.

He nodded back, smiling as he stood up straight.

"So you've been the one giving me all this... romantic stuff?"

"Yep. I like to call myself your secret admirer. Well, not really secret, you can ask my friends just how 'secretive' I've been. I tend to talk a lot about y-"

"I like you." You cut off his rambling, smiling as you held your hands together in front of your body, tilting your head when James smiled with the shine of the Sun.

"I like you too."

You nodded. "I know."

"Oh, right, yeah, the notes and all that... other stuff." James sighed.

"Listen, would you want to go out on a date with me? Say, in Hogsmeade around 5pm? We'll go in whatever shop you want."

You bit your bottom lip and nodded, growing timid as James continued to stare at you as if you were the one piece of art he had been looking for his entire life.

"Yeah, okay." You answered, and the boy never looked happier.

"Great, yeah, amazing." He smiled, before standing up straighter and clapping his hands together.

"Well, I better get going to Charms... see you later." He began walking away, before walking back towards you, shaking his head.

"Wrong way." He mumbled as he went past, and you laughed, watching as he stumbled through the hall, still gazing at you unabashedly with a grin on his face.

Perhaps there was no reason for you to hate Valentines Day.

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*gulp* deacon/iris "please just kiss me" intimacy ask........ NYE party- (i am shot)

@oldworldwidgets — [ intimacy prompts ]

It's in the stars, it's been written in the scars on our hearts

We're not broken, just bent, and we can learn to love again

pose reference

[dimity-lawn]

[ronearoundblindly]

Valentine's Ask Game: ...without a motive It's allowed to be abrupt, languid, bizarre, out of context, IN context but only you know what context it is-- it can too soon, start too late, anything!

I choose this work-weary space man from @larissa-ann's gif! Divider by @cafekitsune

James Mace x reader, one of my 2024 Valentine's Fics!

Warnings for not being a happy/roses-and-unicorns type of kiss fic, but I think it's still really cute and addresses that kind of numbness we can all feel from time to time. WC 418

Saying space is lonely is akin to calling water wet; it's accurate, sure, but it's also wildly understating the conditions as a whole.

There's fear and pressure, sleeplessness and fatigue, a never-ending schedule and infinite time to zone-out into the void.

You knew that going in. You've pulled your weight, stayed focused, remained practical, and been cordial.

No one on the crew hates you, but no one loves you either.

Space is truly lonely.

You've reached the point of acceptance. You can still bark orders during drills and smile over dinner. It's all...empty, though, meaning you never see it coming.

Mace just bumps right into you coming out of his quarters.

There are moves back and hands up, mumbled apologies, stated destinations, offered excuses. Then neither of you get out of the way because suddenly he is your way and you are his way.

Space doesn't contain slowed inertia. Space doesn't produce heat. No sound. No air. No gravity.

His head tilts and his lips meet yours, gentle but firm, the perfect middle ground, the most inoffensive action.

He exists with you. You exist with him. How can you mistake that for romance? How can you interpret that as passion?

If this were desperation, he'd grope and tug at clothing between you. If this were lust, he'd shove his tongue down your throat and moan. If this were love, he'd hold you in his arms.

There's no motive here. Space has nothing for either of you.

Soft and consistent, he doesn't break away. Your eyes never fully shut. Neither do his. It's a sort of experiment. You're evaluating reasons why you shouldn't, why you're wrong, why you can't, but he doesn't break away.

Like the ghost of a embrace, a whisper of a past life, James lowers his fingers to barely brush your arms. It's the first non-essential contact you've had in months, and a shiver races up your spine, pulling your neck taut.

The kiss is over, your head bowed and tucked to his rough chin, a rush of confusion and guilt lights through your nerves to make your breath catch.

His own breath shakes when it blows across your forehead and ear.

Mace takes a stable grip of your shoulders and shifts you to one side.

"See you later," he says as he walks by, turning to step into the mess compartment.

You finally close your eyes.

Space is lonely like water is wet, but even the depths of Earth's oceans hold other, unexpected discoveries.

➡️ Bucky Barnes and a kiss, casually

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