#happy valentines my loves <3

[capricornlevi]

Atsumu: you’ll be fine samu, ya big baby Atsumu: she’ll say yes obviously  Atsumu: just don’t fuck up the speech 

Osamu reads the last text over and over again until the words are nearly burnt into his retinas.

Oh, shit. 

Oh shit shit shit, Osamu hadn’t even considered the speech. He hadn’t so much as made a rough draft. 

That’s one way to ensure his composure gets completely and utterly shot to hell: a reminder that he’s forgotten what is arguably the most important element of a proposal.

He thought he had all the bases covered – this took several months of planning, after all. He had found the perfect ring, came up with an excuse to have you out of the apartment all morning so he could prepare, subtly persuaded you to book tomorrow off work so you can celebrate properly this evening. 

He had also made sure to glare at Atsumu every time you all hung out together so as to remind him to keep his stupid mouth shut. 

Osamu had also bought roses to decorate your shared apartment – a bit cheesy for both of your tastes, but when will you have another excuse to cover every surface of your living room with some obscenely expensive flower petals? Not only that, but he had a bottle of champagne on ice as well, along with a jug of peach juice in the fridge to make those cocktails you like so much. 

And so this morning he had waved you off to brunch with your college friends with a self-satisfied smile, marvelling at how perfectly this entire thing had worked out. He’s the only Miya capable of conjuring up a semi-convincing poker face so he was certain you didn’t suspect a thing. 

It was all perfect. 

Until about thirty seconds ago, that is, when ‘Tsumu had to go and ruin fucking everything. Now Osamu feels himself spiraling towards panic, unable to identify a single articulate thought, much less the words he’ll say when he gets down on one knee. 

Another text buzzes through. The ring box suddenly feels as though it weighs a tonne, burning a hole in Osamu’s pocket. 

He checks the text with a grimace on his face. 

Atsumu: good luck to ya both. she’ll need it <3

Osamu sighs as he types up a reply. 

Osamu: thanks, dumbass

He locks his phone and sets it down on the counter. 

He had never been great with words; Atsumu was the talker, not him. Sure, his brother could be annoying as shit, but he could also spin together some well-thought-through pickup lines that guaranteed him a date every weekend throughout college. 

Osamu, on the other hand, had never really cared for eloquence. He had always made his way through life using more practical methods, relying on other things, tangible things, all of which had been instrumental in winning you over. It wasn’t with flowery language or poetry, no — he had charmed his way into your life through his genuine nature, considerate actions, and the effort he puts into your relationship. That’s what matters to him. 

But while that’s all well and good, he still has to reckon with the fact that this is a proposal, and even though you didn’t fall in love with a poet, you’re likely expecting something that expresses his feelings for you. 

That’s what’s eating away at Osamu more than anything else: it’s not that he doesn’t feel these things, because he does. God, he does. 

He finally gets all those soppy proposal speeches in the movies, those cheesy sonnets you sometimes read on the front of Valentine’s cards. Every room he’s in, he’s aware of your presence. He seeks you out when you’re not by his side. He has memorised every single detail of your face, your laugh, all your quirks and traits that he’s so achingly fond of. 

He just doesn’t know how to say it aloud, to do it justice. 

The door handle turns and Osamu’s heart leaps in his chest. 

Shit. Does he get on one knee now? Does he wait for you to come in first?

What if you say no?

The door opens and you walk through, oblivious to the romantic decor in your apartment as you shrug off your jacket to hang on the coat rack. There’s a faint smile on your face as you toss your keys on the dresser by the entryway. 

You turn around to see Osamu standing there in the centre of the living room. 

His eyes widen as if he wasn’t expecting you, and then he slowly gets down on one knee. 

As he fishes around in his pocket for something, you see his hands shake. He swallows thickly as pulls out the ring box. 

You blurt out a delighted “yes!” before a single word even leaves his mouth.

A beat of silence passes, the ‘yes’ almost reverberating around the room as both of you process the weight of it. 

Osamu’s eyes widen even further and then he barks out a laugh, loud and full of relief, his hands still trembling. 

“I didn’t even get ta say my piece,” he objects half-heartedly, the breathlessness with which he says it tells you that he wasn’t too set on giving a speech in the first place. “Don’t ya need any convincing?”

You shake your head, closing the distance between the two of you. “No convincing needed.”

The smile on his face looks like it hurts. He’s still on one knee but is far more relaxed now, shoulders having released their tension, some colour returning to his cheeks. 

“Can I at least ask ya anyway?” he points out with a shrug. “Just ta make it official, y’know?”

You’re next to him now and he takes one of your hands in his free one. The ring sparkles in the light from the room around you but you don’t notice it; not with Osamu looking at you like that, like you’re the centre of his entire universe no matter what you say or do. 

And you owe him an answer. 

“Yes, you can ask,” you whisper, delight leeching into every syllable. 

He takes in one deep breath, eyes fixed on your face now as though it’s a calming force.

“Will ya marry me?”

“Yes,” you repeat, voice clear as you can make it, before he gets to his feet and you’re wrapped in his arms. 

You already know what he was going to say in his speech — he tells it to you through his actions, and the way he looks at you. He tells it to you along every step of this life you’ve built together. 

So you thought it best to save him the trouble of saying it, and just answer the easiest question you’ve ever been asked.

“Yes.”

[alluralater]

making her count each time you cum inside her. that whiny dazed voice whimpering out a three as you sink your cock deeper in and give her those final few strokes. she’s so pretty like this, isn’t she? cum dripping down her pussy, the intense warmth on her clit making her twitch. groaning in that low vibrating way into the plush duvet. her inner thighs slick with her own wetness. trembling legs and arched back. she’s been such a good girl. she can take another. she’ll take as many as you’re willing to give. draping your body over hers and taking her jaw in your hand. tell me you’re my good girl. fucked out little moan escaping her throat before she obeys. mmm you really are. rocking slowly back and forth into her, so fucking deep at this angle. the tops of your thighs pressed to the backs of hers. the curve of her ass to your hips and stomach. she feels so good like this. leaning up and taking her hair in your hand, the other on her waist. say it again, what are you. tell me. swirling desperate words eager to reply, they turn sharp as you pull her head back. you’re my what? i didn’t hear you. louder now she says it again. hard thrusts angled slightly upward, forcing her body to meet your pace. and my good girl belongs to me, doesn’t she. say it. breathless agony in her voice, strangled pleasure symphonies. taking the full force of each merciless stroke, eyes rolling back and her swollen lips trying to work the words through a cumdrunk haze of lust.

i’m yours

[bisclavaret]

kittys in love…..

[forecast0ctopus]

you snuck your way right into my heart <3

[teethkid67]

PAYDAY

aka a valentine for the lovely @itsnotmystic / @corvids-calling - fanart for stars fic of the same name, which you can read here !!! i really enjoyed this concept and wanted to do some art for it :3 hope you like it because i REALLY loved your work & i hope this shows that !!! HAPPY VALENTINES DAY !!!!

this is also a loose love-letter to the wonderful @arginnit 's crazy background-drawing-ability and style/skill at portraying environments . wadds your stuff is insane and i love it

happy @mcyt-valentines exchange !!!!

[nina-scribbles]

"doomed yuri" this, "tragedy" that. Ok but what if they were happy?? What if they were in love and they were happy??? Horikoshi you coward answer my calls

[soosoosoup]

Happy (late) Valentines!!!

[mimogutz]

Somebunny loves you...

[gayasswerewoofer]

Happy Valentines Day!💕❤️

Have a lovely one out there, from a woofer of love~ 💘💝

[calciferiguess]

happy valentines to all aces and aros out there<3

credit to technotwt news for this quote:] i borrowed it

[see-arcane]

In which the Harkers have a love that lasts a lifetime. Unconventional as it might be.

If you’re interested in some art of your own or donating a buck, take a look at my Ko-Fi here.

[zu-is-here]

Happy Valentine's Day ♡

[crismakesstuff]

nolan is going to spend valentines apologizing to his wife ❣️

[thatturtleleon]

happy valentines day gay ppl

[poemsonmars]

"i guess i broke your writer's block"

they laugh and i can only nod,

a lovesick smile

plastered to my face.

of course you did, darling.

of course you did.

-mars

[linkedin-offficial]

💘 tough choice, isnt it?