#soooo here’s another valentine that I made

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"Valentine", Mike Schmidt (Five Nights At Freddy's, 2023, Film) - Imagine

Description: You and Mike take the day off for Valentine's Day, spending quality time with one another. / Mike Schmidt x GN!Reader

General Notes: Established Relationship (reader lives with Mike and Abby), Gender Neutral Reader (no use of Y/N), Pure Fluff, Second Person POV, Takes Place After The Film's Events (no mention of movie plot, mostly just mentioned for the character and relationship development), Set In The Movie Year (2000), Brief Scene With Abby In The Beginning, Lots Of Physical Touch

Author's Note: The song choice is soooo not original lol, but I love Laufey and had to do something really cute for Valentine's Day (song is linked at the bottom of the post). This was also heavily inspired by a tweet from @/whycraves on twitter (screenshot at bottom of post). Also, my best friend, @anal-spaghetti-monster (I'm sorry lol) helped me choose the gif for Mike! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: The morning before posting this, I read @sleepyhutcherson's Mike Schmidt Valentine's Day prompt and noticed a lot of similarities. I just want to throw it out there that this is purely a coincidence and that I reached out to her to confirm that posting this was still okay. Besides that, check out her work as well, as she did an amazing job with a similar prompt!

Word Count: 1,693 Words

"Alright, Abbs, you got everything?" Mike turns around in the car seat to face her.

Your car is temporarily parked by the elementary school curb with a handful of others, you're sitting in the driver's seat and looking back and forth between your boyfriend and his younger sister. This was one of the rare days you and Mike could drop her off at school together, as you had both taken the day off work. The three of you spent an easy-going morning together, not as hectic as it usually is when trying to get ready as fast as possible for work and school. Mike in particular had woken up early and made a small breakfast for you and Abby. He woke you up with coffee and Abby with the promise of bacon, causing you both to rise quickly out of your beds and immediately join him in the kitchen. The time was spent enjoying each other's company and getting ready leisurely before heading out the door.

Abby rolls her eyes playfully and smiles. "Yes, Mike."

You smile as well and add, "Sounds like something you should've asked before we even got in the car. Definitely not when we're already at school."

It's Mike's turn to roll his eyes, but he quickly looks back at Abby.

"And you have your...love- heart candy letter things for your friends?"

"They're Valentine's Day cards, Mike! And, yes," she shakes a pink and red decorated, emptied-out, tissue box filled with cards and candy. "I have them right here."

Before Mike can even think about a response, Abby opens the car door excitedly and jumps out, shouting her goodbyes while running to the school entrance. Mike tries to yell something out the window about staying safe and paying attention to her teacher, but Abby is inside before he can try. You laugh while putting the car in drive and pulling out of the parking lot, Mike still flustered and slightly worried.

"She- she didn't even...I didn't get to-" Mike stutters out, speechless.

"Mike," You laugh again. "She's excited about Valentine's Day and seeing her friends. Can you blame her?" You glance at him, smiling before turning back to the road and continuing your short drive home.

Mike grumbles unintelligibly and looks out the window, but still grabs your free hand that's set on the center console and squeezes it lightly.

Getting out of the car causes a harsh chill to run through your body pulling your jacket around the front of your torso while closing the car door. Mike pulls out his keys and quickly opens up the front door, both out of anticipation for your day together and to get you both out of the cold as soon as possible. You rush in side by side, slightly stumbling and sighing as the warmth of your shared home dethaws your frozen bodies. Mike locks the door and watches you fondly as you remove your scarf, your gloves, your coat, and finally your shoes, leaving them by the front door. Not going unnoticed by you, you smirk while walking towards the living room.

"You're staring again, lover boy." You comment teasingly, walking around the couch and plopping down.

Mike blushes, a little embarrassed, but smiling at the nickname. He removes his excess layers as well, following you to the couch shortly after. He sits directly beside you and wraps one arm around your shoulders, the other snaking around your front, then burying his face into your neck.

A muffled, "I can't help it," vibrates against your neck while Mike rubs his thumb along your hip.

You lean into Mike's embrace, laughing a bit at his breath tickling your neck. He pulls you closer and starts peppering kisses along your neck, the act of affection making you giggle as you lightly try to push him away playfully.

"Mike, come on." You whine, weakly pushing at his face this time, trying to turn him away.

"What? I can't kiss you, my love?" He speaks against your throat again, his smile causing his stubble to scratch your skin a little bit.

You resign, defeatedly leaving your hands to rest on his chest and sighing out of fake annoyance. He leaves quick, gentle kisses along your neck, collarbone, shoulder, and trails up your jaw. Getting closer to your lips, he brings his hand up from your waist to cup your cheek, He finally presses his lips against yours sweetly, the most innocent of kisses, Mike's signature. He was pouring every ounce of his love into this one kiss, taking his time, lips moving slowly against yours. His thumb now softly grazes your cheek as he pulls away a few minutes later. He's got kind of a shy look on his face when you open your eyes.

"I got you something...for today." He whispers, glancing up from your lips to make eye contact.

"You did?" You inquire back, looking up affectionately, but feeling a slight twinge of guilt. "You didn't have to do that."

Mike gives you one final peck on the lips before pulling away. He stands up, grinning.

"Gimme one sec- " He says right before turning and walking down the hallway to your shared room.

You both had anticipated spending the day together, but you didn't expect any gifts. You loved Mike to death, but sometimes you never knew what to expect from him. All that really mattered to you was spending time together, which you didn't get to do often despite living together. If you were lucky, you got to spend time with both the Schmidt siblings, like this morning. Today was about you and Mike, though, and all you wanted to do was cuddle and talk each other's ears off until you couldn't think of anything else to say. Lost in thought, you barely notice as Mike walks back to you, holding a small object. He sits back down next to you, bringing your attention back to him. His body facing you, he smiles nervously and rubs his hand on the back of his neck.

"It's not much, but..." He trails off, holding out the item and presenting it to you.

You look down and your heart melts. In his hand is a cassette tape with your name scrawled on the front. You beam up at him while grabbing the tape, and then you look at your name written in the center. You can tell Mike put a lot of effort into printing your name as nicely as his hands allowed him to, noticing also the miscellaneous tiny, slightly sloppy, hearts surrounding it. You hold the cassette to your chest and look back up at him.

"Michael Schmidt, did you make me a mixtape?" You ask playfully.

He loved hearing you say his name. You can see a light blush spread across his face as he smiles shyly, his hand still anxiously messing with the back of his neck.

"Yeah, I tried- well, it's got, like, songs that remind me of you and stuff. Songs that remind me of us," he stammers, bashfully looking down at the tape. "Do you like it?"

He looks back up at you hopefully, using his other hand to nervously pull at the bottom of his shirt. You smirk and stand up, still clutching the cassette to your chest.

"Well, let's see..." You trail off, teasingly, walking across the living room to the cassette deck near the entertainment center.

A familiar song begins to play and you smile softly now. You turn towards Mike and walk back to the couch, standing over him. He looks up at you quizzically before you reach your hand out to him.

"Wanna dance?"

He looks slightly relieved and grabs your hand, standing up and pulling you to the center of the room. One pair of hands intertwined, his other on your waist, your other on his shoulder. You stare at one another lovingly, almost sickeningly sweet the moment being shared. The tempo of the song didn't matter, you both slowly swayed back and forth, taking in the tranquility of the scene. You squeeze his hand and he squeezes back, rubbing his thumb over yours.

"No one's ever made me a mixtape before," you comment distractedly, most of your focus being on Mike's puppy dog eyes that you loved so dearly. "it's definitely worth however much time you spent on it. When did you get a chance to do this anyway?"

A lopsided smile appears on his face.

"A little too much time," he laughs a little. "And I put it together while you were sleeping the other night. Though, most of the time I spent was thinking of songs to put on it. That took me a few weeks."

You move the hand that was resting on his shoulder up to cup his cheek. Mike leans into your touch and closes his eyes, humming in contentment. You lean forward and capture his lips in a quick kiss, his eyes fluttering in pleasant surprise, kissing you back. You pull away, using the hand holding his face as leverage to start peppering kisses all over his face. You go from the corner of his lips, to his stubbled cheeks, his forehead, his nose, his chin, and finally back to his lips. He smirks knowingly and opens his eyes to look at you.

"What are you doing, love?"

"Paying you back for earlier," you smirk back at him, pinching his cheek before resuming your hand's previous position. "And for the amazing Valentine's Day gift."

You take both of your hands now and place them on the sides of his face. His eyebrows furrow but he's still smiling, both of his hands now placed on your hips to keep you both balanced. You start placing soft, quick smooches everywhere now. Rapidly placing kisses all over his face, causing you both to laugh, smiling against his skin. Your laughter in unison with the music playing sounds like heaven to Mike, knowing that moments like these are rare. Though treasuring the moment, both of you feel tenderness in knowing more memories like these will happen as your merged existences face what everyone craves more of, time.

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Hi! Soooo I've read a lot of amazing Joel Miller fics, but Lavender is seriously my all time favorite. Doc and Joel's story just made me so emotional. Here's my request for a drabble/oneshot- a sneak peak into Doc and Joel's relationship when they first get together pre-outbreak. Specifically, Joel takes Doc out on a nice dinner date for the first time and she feels super special and they are starting to catch so many feels for each other. Thank you!!!

OMG Hi Bestie!

So you sent this ask in like... 1.5 million years ago and this isn't EXACTLY it but... I think it fits the vibe. I hope. So here's Joel and Doc's first Valentine's Day together. I hope you like it!

Cupid

You and Joel spend Valentine's Day together. A Lavender one shot. Can be read as a stand alone with the understanding that Joel and Reader have an established relationship.

^We're gonna pretend that's Joel for this, OK? OK.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader (From Lavender)

CW: Smut :) Just some fluffy, fun, p in v smut. They're in love and we love that for them. Pre-Outbreak. Age gap but not the focus of the fic (11 years, reader is 22 Joel is 33.) No use of Y/N. Minors DNI 18+ Only.

Length: 3.8k

Wednesday, February 14, 2001

You’d never had a boyfriend on Valentine’s Day before. 

The thought made you oddly nervous. Not that Joel had given you anything to be nervous about, of course, but you were. Valentine’s Day had always just been another day for you. Sometimes Nan got you one of the little boxes of chocolates but, otherwise, it had never been something you had a reason to celebrate. You were just so used to ignoring it that, until Saturday, you hadn’t even thought about Valentine’s Day. 

You’d been in bed with Joel. It was late and your bodies were pressed close together, his skin on yours, your nose nuzzled into his throat, your head still a bit fuzzy from the orgasms. 

“How do you feel about goin’ to dinner Wednesday?” He asked softly, his fingers trailing over your side, lips in your hair. 

You frowned against him. 

“Doesn’t Sarah have practice?” 

“Canceled,” he said. “Besides, I was gonna get Tommy to take her, anyway. He’s already taking her for the night so we can have some privacy.” 

You frown deepened and you felt him chuckle against you. 

“Did you forget?” He asked. 

“No,” you said defensively. “I just… didn’t know there was something to forget.” 

He laughed a little again. 

“It’s Valentine’s Day baby,” he said. “Fully intend on takin’ full advantage of any holiday that lets me romance you.” 

Joel seemed to mean it. By Wednesday night, you didn’t know the details of what he was planning - you didn’t get to see him on Tuesdays, Sarah had Girl Scouts across town and your classes ran too late to see him before her meeting - but he’d sent flowers to your apartment the day before your date, timed when you were home for lunch between classes with a card that said he loved you and told you to be ready to go at 5:30 Wednesday night. 

You weren’t sure if you were doing your part in this right at all. You’d spent a good chunk of Sunday shopping and cursing yourself for not remembering freaking Valentine’s Day. It’s not like there weren’t heart shaped boxes of candy sitting out every time you went to the grocery store, it should have occurred to you. It just hadn’t even registered that it would apply to you now. 

You at least had an idea of what you wanted to get him and weren’t going in completely blind. You’d been keeping an eye out at thrift stores for vintage shirts from his favorite bands, never exactly hunting for them but always checking the men’s section when you went in to find something for yourself. You also had a picture from a trip to a museum of you, Joel and Sarah had made that you’d been keeping to give him at some point, wanting to frame it for him. 

It took a few hours - and stops at four different thrift stores - but you eventually found a Fleetwood Mac shirt that you thought was from the 70s and was wearing thin in a few places but you were sure he’d like it. You found the perfect frame, too, the wood cracking at the sides but you had a plan for that. 

You fixed the frame, coloring the glue forest green so it was like vines were growing on a tree and put the picture of the three of you in it. It was off center, you’d been holding the camera away from yourselves and hoping that you were all in the frame. You were looking at Sarah, she was looking at you and Joel had his perfect, crooked smile that made his cheek dimple and his eyes shine. 

You made brownies that afternoon, covering them in pink glaze and red heart sprinkles before piling them on a plate and sneaking a bite of one before getting ready. You took a curling iron to your hair and did your makeup and painted your nails red before slipping into a dress you’d found when shopping for Joel’s shirt, black and form fitting and you tried to not feel like an imposter as you tied the red ribbon around the half ponytail at the back of your head. 

There was a knock at your door and you took a last look at yourself in your bedroom mirror, breathing deep and trying to calm your thudding heart before you answered it. 

“Jesus, baby,” Joel said, a look of almost awe on his handsome face as you opened the door. “Should warn a man before you show up lookin’ like that…” 

“Is it too much?” You asked, looking down at yourself. “I can change…” 

“Don’t you dare,” he said, looping an arm around your waist and pulling you against him. “You look fuckin’ amazing.” 

You put your arms around his neck and kissed him, smiling against his mouth, before stepping back from him. He’d dressed up, too, in black jeans with a white button down shirt that he’d tucked in and worn with a belt. He even had on a tan blazer, one that looked almost too small for his broad shoulders.

“You look so good!” You were practically giddy, hands going over your mouth to keep from sounding too excited. Joel laughed a little. 

“Don’t know if it warrants that much of a reaction. But figured I’d at least try to look like I belonged out with someone as pretty as you,” he teased and you rolled your eyes. “C’mon, we don’t leave now we are in very real danger of not making it out of the house, you are too damn tempting.” 

Joel led you to his truck - which was almost shockingly clean, water from the car wash still dripping from his bumper - and opened the door for you, offering you his hand as you climbed in. 

“So,” you smiled as he started driving. “Where are we going?” 

“You’ll see,” he smiled back. “Believe it or not, had something cookin’ for a minute.” 

His hand found the inside of your knee, the callus of his thumb stroking the skin there. You tried to figure out where you were going as he drove but you were still caught totally off guard when he parked in front of a French restaurant you’d been dying to try. 

“Are you kidding me?” You gasped. “Joel!” 

He laughed and took your hand, kissing your  knuckles. 

“Know you’ve been wanting to try it,” he said. “Turns out a guy on my crew’s sister works here so I could wrangle a reservation…” 

“This is amazing!” You were practically giddy, going to open your door, but Joel stopped you. 

“Gotta let me try to be a gentleman,” he kissed your hand again. “Sit tight.” 

He got out and jogged around the front of the truck, opening your door and offering you his hand. 

“Why thank you sir,” you said, trying to sound aloof and dignified. You didn’t think you pulled it off, too busy smiling to make it convincing. He pulled you in close and pressed a kiss to your temple before putting his hand on the small of your back and guiding you into the restaurant. 

They sat you at a table in a secluded corner, a white tablecloth and the low glow of a candle setting the scene. The host handed you a menu in a leather book with a gold tassel on the end and you waited for him to leave the table before you mouthed “oh my god” at Joel, who smiled and laughed quietly across the table. 

The menu had was full of French foods you’d only dreamed of trying at a restaurant: coq au vin, confit de canard, gigot d’agneau. There was even boeuf bourguignon. But the prices made your eyes go wide, your newly-painted nails digging into the leather of the menu. 

“Don’t think I can get that beef you make,” Joel said absently, looking at the menu. “Not gonna measure up to yours, don’t care how good the restaurant is…” 

“Joel,” you whispered over your menu. He looked up from his, brows raised. “We really don’t need to eat here…” 

He frowned. 

“Not seein’ something you want?” He asked. “We can go somewhere else, might be hard to get a table but…” 

“No!” You shook your head quickly. “No, the food looks great but…” 

You bit your lip and trailed off and he watched you, waiting for you to finish. 

“But?” He asked eventually. 

“But this place is…” you lowered your voice. “This is expensive. We really don’t have to eat here just because I’ve talked about it, we can go anywhere, we can just order a pizza if you want, I really don’t need all this, this is…” 

“Baby,” he cut you off, a crooked smile on his face. “Don’t worry about the price. Been wanting to take you here since this place opened, set aside some money for it. Get whatever you want.” 

“But…” 

He set the menu down and crossed his arms over the table, leaning over it toward you. 

“You gonna let me spoil my girl for Valentine’s Day or are you gonna give me trouble?” He asked. You frowned a little, thumb toying with the corner of the menu. Joel tilted his head until you met his gaze. “I mean it, baby. Really want to do this. Please let me?” 

“OK,” you said, still uncertain and looking at the menu again, looking for the least expensive entree.

“Swear to god you order the cheapest thing, we’re comin’ back next week,” Joel said as though he read your mind. “You’d better get what you actually want.” 

“You drive a hard bargain,” you said, trying your best to ignore the price column on the menu.

You settled on the duck and Joel got the steak frites and, once the numbers were out of your head, you were able to relax more, savoring the wine and running your heel-clad foot over the inside of Joel’s leg from across the table. 

“You would’ve been makin’ fun of me last night, Baby,” he smiled, taking a sip of his wine. “Remember how I told you Sarah didn’t know what she wanted to bring to school for Valentine’s Day?” 

“Yeah,” you frowned. 

“Well,” he laughed. “She decided yesterday she wanted cupcakes. So we stopped by the store on the way home from scouts, got the themed cake mix, all that. But she really wanted to try and do it herself so I started out just supervisin’… ended up running the cake mix through the pasta strainer to get all the egg shells out of it, that girl was in rare form…” 

“Oh no!” You laughed, loud enough that the table close to you shot you a glare and you tried not to laugh harder when you quieted down. “How’d they turn out?” 

“Alright I think,” he said. “They were kinda lopsided but tasted fine. We split one this morning.” 

“You send her off to school with a sugar high?” You teased. 

“Not from half a cupcake,” he waved you off. “The little box of candy I caved and let her have this morning did that.” 

You giggled. 

“I’m sure her teacher appreciated that.” 

“I’m just hopin’ with the sweets from school it carried through to when Tommy picked her up from school,” he smirked a little. “Think I owe ‘em for loading her up with candy after Halloween last year, as if she didn’t have enough already…” 

The food was incredible, so good you had to set your fork down to focus on the flavor of the first bite, Joel smiling almost proudly from across the table. By the time you were done, you were two glasses of wine deep - Joel ordering a second for you before you could stop him - and he was holding your calf under the table, hand sliding over the muscle to cup your ankle, thumb massaging the tendon there. 

“You’ve been playin’ a dangerous game over there, baby,” he said, voice low. 

“You’re hot,” you said, almost shyly. “Can’t help it.” 

“Thinkin’ I should get you home,” he said. “Get you outta that dress.” 

“I’m thinking you’re right,” you said, heat settling low around your hips. 

Joel’s mouth was on you before you even got your front door closed, your arms around his neck and his hands on your ass, holding you tight to the front of him. 

“I,” you kissed him. “Got,” another kiss. “You.” Kiss. “Something.” 

“Really?” 

Another kiss as you nodded. 

“Didn’t need to do that, baby…” 

“Too bad,” you smiled, kissing him long and hard before pulling back from him. “I like doing stuff for you, too, you know.” 

You took his hands and led him to your bedroom, sitting him on the bed before handing him the box with the shirt and frame inside. He opened it almost reverently, a little smile pulling up at the corners of his lips as he did. 

“It’s not as good as what you did,” you said, sitting next to him, twisting your fingers around on themselves as he lifted the lid of the box. 

“Oh, baby,” he said softly, picking up the frame, his thumb tracing the parts you’d repaired. “This is perfect… when was this?” 

“Remember when Sarah and I were on Christmas break and we went to the natural history museum the day before New Year’s Eve?” You said. 

“That was a good day,” he smiled down at the picture before setting it on your nightstand and he laughed as he got out the shirt. “Where the hell’d you find this?” 

“I’ve been keeping an eye out,” you smiled. “It’s well loved but I did wash it already…” 

He cut you off with a kiss before you could finish, dropping the box and the shirt to the floor as he pulled you against him, his lips insistent and needy on yours. He quickly shrugged out of his jacket as you fumbled with the buttons on his shirt and he unzipped your dress. You got each other undressed quickly, his mouth on yours as he lay you below him, his large hand cupping your pussy before he slipped two fingers between your swollen, slick lips, tracing over your entrance before sliding up to tease your clit as he settled between your thighs. 

“Fuck, you’re wet,” he panted against you, pushing his fingers into your tight channel, just up to the first knuckle. “This all for me, baby?” 

You nodded and tried to pull him closer, to bring his body fully against your own, but he stayed just far enough away that you could feel the warmth of his skin but not the softness of him itself. You groaned and he smiled as he trailed kisses over your jaw to your throat. 

“Seems like you might want somethin’,” he teased a little. You just nodded. “Should say what you want, baby, so I know what to give you.” 

“You,” your fingers scrambled over his back, desperate to find some kind of leverage. “Want you, please Joel…” 

He kissed you gently but you could feel the hunger behind it. He needed you, too, you could feel it in him. 

“OK baby,” he said softly, lining himself up at your entrance, the swell of his cock just close enough to start to part your walls without pushing in. “Give you what you want…” 

He kissed you as he pressed into you, a moment of resistance before the thickness of his shaft entered you. You whimpered at the stretch of him, arching into his touch, your pussy already starting to tighten and flutter around him. 

“Oh fuck,” he groaned. “You already close?” 

You just nodded as he pushed deeper, his cock opening you to him until he was fully inside you, his head pressed firmly against the part of you that made you press your hips up against him and your fingers dig into his skin. You felt yourself pulse around him once before going even tighter as he moaned, his head dropping to your shoulder. 

“Goddamn you feel good,” he panted. “Not gonna last once you come baby, tellin’ you that right now…” 

“S’OK,” you clumsily rocked your hips up against his, desperate for that last little bit of friction you needed to push yourself over the edge. “Just… I need…” 

“I got you,” he said, pressing somehow deeper and making you whimper below him. “Give you just what you need. Take such good care of you, baby, promise I will.” 

He started slow but hard, the steady drag of his cock as he pulled back from you followed by the firm, heavy thrust of him as he fucked back into you. You matched his rhythm, moving your body in time with his, his skin warm on your own, his brown eyes warm and soft and deep on yours. You clung to him as his pace increased, your body getting tighter around him, orgasm building until your head was fuzzy and all you could feel was the desperate heat of pleasure deep inside you. 

“Want you to come for me, baby,” Joel panted, one arm slipping below your arched back. He tilted your hips ever so slightly, the angle adjusted just enough that he could press deeper, his hips against your clit, all of him hitting you just right. You gasped at the change, your arms latching onto him tighter, your hips stuttering against him. “Oh fuck, there you go, just come for me, that’s it, c’mon, just give in to it baby, just…” 

You cried out as you came, Joel holding you close and tight, his movements never slowing as he chased his own orgasm inside you, thrusting hard and deep until he pressed against the back wall of you as you throbbed over him, coming undone with a shaky groan. You felt him pulse inside of you, emptying himself deep until he went limp on top of you. He adjusted quickly as you caught your breath, rolling onto his back and taking you with him so you ended up sprawled on top of him, your nose nuzzled against his neck as he held you, his large palm gently tracing over your back. 

He pressed a kiss to your forehead and you hummed happily, whole body feeling soft and hazy as you just focused on his skin against yours. 

“You’re too good to me,” you sighed as you snuggled into him. You could feel him frown. 

“Why’d you say that?” 

“Because you are,” you kissed his neck. “You did way too much for me today, I can’t measure up.” 

“Hey,” he said quietly, pulling back from you just enough that he could look into your eyes. “Don’t say that, that ain’t true…” 

“Yes it is,” you said, running your fingers through his curls. “I loved it, I loved it so, so much. But it’s too much, I can’t do the same in return, I don’t deserve…” 

“Yes you do,” he cut you off, giving you a little squeeze. “Baby, you do so much for me just by existing near me, you realize that?” You looked at him skeptically but he didn’t give you a chance to argue. “I mean it. My life is so much better because of you. Never thought I could love someone the way I love you, you made me understand this kind of thing existed at all. You make me laugh more than anyone else I’ve ever met and you are so damn sweet. Plus you’re so smart, I could just sit and watch how your mind works all damn day and never get bored and the fact that you’d just let me… Not to mention how you take care of me and Sarah. Never thought I’d find a woman who could love my little girl like you do. You’ve given me everything and you do it every damn day. I just wanted to try and give you some of that back.” 

“Joel,” you said softly, tears burning at the corners of your eyes. 

“Never had a ton goin’ for me,” he said, smiling a little. “Always kinda figured I’d fucked my life up at some point but… I wouldn’t have Sarah or you without everything I did leading up to it. Makes me feel like I did something right to get the two of you in the end, you know?” 

“Yeah,” you nodded, kissing him softly. “I know.” 

He smiled his gentle, crooked smile at you and you just looked into his chocolate brown eyes for a moment before you sat up quickly, remembering. 

“I made you brownies!” You almost jumped out of bed and Joel laughed, catching your wrist as you untangled yourself from the sheets. 

“Wasn’t done with you yet,” he tugged you closer, kissing up the inside of your arm. 

“I’ll be right back,” you said. “Promise.” 

You went to the kitchen and put two of the brownies onto a small plate and got a large glass of water before going back to your bedroom, Joel sitting with his back propped against your headboard. You handed him the water before you climbed in bed with him, holding the plate out to him. He laughed a little. 

“These look amazing,” he said, picking up a brownie and taking a huge bite, groaning a little in pleasure as he did. “Taste amazing too,” he said, his mouth full. “You’d have been ashamed of those cupcakes…” 

“Next time Sarah has a baking project, just call me,” you said, taking a bite of your own brownie. “I take sex in payment for culinary lessons for the right client. Namely you.” 

He smiled, tugging you against him. 

“I’ll keep that in mind.” 

You snuggled in closer. 

“Think we should make these brownies a holiday tradition,” Joel said, finishing his and kissing your temple. “These are damn good.” 

“Plenty more where that came from, Miller,” you teased a little, sucking some of the pink frosting off your thumb. “You know, this was my first real Valentine’s Day.” 

“Yeah?” Joel asked, looking down at you as best he could as you stayed tucked against his side. “I do OK?” 

“You did amazing,” you smiled. “Ruined me for all other men.” 

“Good,” he said, settling back against the headboard. “Gonna need all other men to keep their hands off you, anyway.” 

You smiled a little at that, the idea of being his and he being yours. He nuzzled down into your hair, his lips pressing against the crown of your head. 

“Happy Valentine’s Day, baby,” he said quietly. “First of many.” 

Your smile grew. 

“Happy Valentine’s Day.”  

[stargirlrchive]

valentine’s day ✩ jake sully

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summary: jake sully x reader but no use of y/n, fluffy cute, jake being the cutest most best bf, smut, oral male!receiving, sub!jake? but not really he's just being sexy fr

word count: 1,520

tìyawn (n) - love ; yawne (n) - beloved ; sevin (n) - pretty

comments:  i loved writing this, like i finished it in 30 mins, she was soooo fun to write, minors dni, hope you enjoy bbys mwaaaah bye!⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

Jake had been picking flowers all morning long, his fingers were sore as he had gathered hundreds at this point. Sweat gently trickled down his forehead at the humidity of the forest but it didn’t matter. It would all be worth it when he was rewarded with your smile. It was still dark when he left your shared tent and now the sun was high in the sky. He wasn’t sure how much time had passed but he knew you’d be wondering where he was.

With the flowers sprawled out before him he began picking out the most lively and colorful ones, arranging them as nice as possible.

He spent an embarrassingly long time arranging and rearranging the bouquet until it was to his liking. Full of flowers and plants, some that glowed, some that didn’t. He tied it together with a thick scrap of fabric and then at the roots wrapped around a necklace he had made just for you. It was made of beads, stones, even some crystals he had found. He sighed happily, proud of his hard work.

He made his way back to High Camp, refraining from picking at the flowers again. He wanted it to be perfect for you. But before he knew it he was back, sending his greetings to the Na’vi’s he passed. They all appeared curious at what he held in his hands but all he did was send them a small smile. Nerves bubbled in his chest the closer he got to your tent.

He knew the Omitikaya did not celebrate Valentine’s day, and back on earth he dreaded the holiday. He never thought he’d have happy memories associated with this day, but here he was. Tail swishing in excitement, cheeks burning profusely, heart beating so loudly he heard it in his ears. And it was all because of you.

He hid the bouquet behind his back as he walked into the tent, “Yawne.”

You instantly turned to him, smiling happily at him, “Ma’Jake!” You were in front of him the next instant, hands wrapping around his back to pull him in, “I missed you this morning.”

There was a small pout on your lips and Jake’s tail swished happily, pressing a quick kiss to your lips. He almost purred at the feeling. “I missed you too, baby.”

You pressed another kiss to his jaw and pulled away from him lightly, “Are you okay? It is not like you to leave me without saying goodbye.”

“Everything alright, sevin. I was just busy getting something ready for you.”

Your tail swished in excitement, “For me?”

“Mhm.”

He pulled away from you and brought his hands forward, the prettiest flowers you had ever seen all wrapped together. A small gasp left your lips as you reached for them, your cheeks burned a dark hue as you smiled up at him. “They are so beautiful, yawntu.”

After you admired them for a few seconds you looked up at him once more, “What are they for?”

Jake’s ears twitched slightly, he felt slightly embarrassed under your stare. “It is Valentine's day.”

Your brows furrowed gently, your accent thick with confusion, “Valentines day?”

“Yes, it is a sky people holiday. It was a day to celebrate friendship and love. A lot of the time we give gifts as a sign of our appreciation.”

Your tail thumped harshly behind you, and you whined quietly “You should have told me, Ma’Jake. I would have given you a gift too.”

Jake shook his head no, “You do so much for me already, nothing else is needed.”

Your tail wrapped around your own leg, it was a habit of yours that Jake adored. Anytime you’d grow shy around him it happened. He hummed happily as his hands fell to your hips, pulling you in gently.

“You going shy on me again?”

Your cheeks burned profusely, leaning up to press a kiss against his check. “You are so romantic, how can I not?”

He laughed quietly, chest rumbling against your own as he held you tightly, “There’s something else.”

Your fingers trailed against his chest, rubbing shapes against his skin, “Jake, the flowers are more than enough.”

He ignored you and pulled the bouquet from your hand, gently slipping off what appeared to be a necklace. “I made it for you. It’s kind of wonky, I don’t really know how to make jewelry.”

You beamed up at him, “I love it! I am never taking it off.”

You turned around, moving your hair to the side to let him place it on you. His fingers were gentle, barely grazing your skin and it caused a slight shiver to run down your back. Once Jake had securely clasped the necklace around your neck he placed a kiss to the back of your shoulder, loving how the necklace sat on your form. “So pretty.”

You hummed at the compliment, your fangs digging into the bottom of your lip as an idea swirled in your mind. You placed the flowers down and turned back to Jake, and he instantly noticed the hazy look in your eyes. Your cheeks were flushed as you ran your hands down his back.

His tail began to swish behind him, a warm sensation pooling at the bottom of his stomach, “Sit.”

Your demand caused his eyes to dilate a bit, “Baby, I’m not expecting anything from you. Just wanted to treat you special.”

“And now I want to treat you special.”

You were practically purring your words, it caused him to twitch beneath his loincloth. And really, who was he to deny you of what you wished?

He felt your tail gently wrap around his leg and he nearly groaned out, ears pinning back slightly at the sensation. You were guiding him back gently, legs hitting against one of the benches the two of you had in your home. Your hands fell to his loincloth, gently toying with the fabric, “ Take it off, Ma’Jake.”

He nodded dumbly, making haste to slip the garment off, he was already so hard as he sat down. You kneeled before him, gripping lately around his thigh as you began to feather kisses around his lower stomach. You lowered yourself slightly and gripped the base of his cock, tongue swirling around the tip before you sucked lightly. A quiet hiss left his throat as you continued the motion, from small swipes of your tongue to gentle suckling motions. His fingers balled into fist as you quickly took him into your mouth, swallowing around him roughly. His head fell back, moans leaving his open mouth as you swirled your tongue around. When you pulled back your eyes were watery, desire pooling between your legs as you watched Jake slowly lose his composure.

Your hand barely wrapped around the base of his cock, using your spit to tug on the skin up and down, twisting your hand at the tip just like he liked. A tiny smile littered your features as his hip bucked lightly. “Baby, need your mouth.”

Another moan ripped from his mouth as you tightened your grip on the length of his dick. Your lips wrapped around the mushroomy tip, moaning quietly as the small beads of pre-come hit your tongue. Jake’s hands threaded themselves through your hair and pulled you down deeper, the unexpected thrust caused you to gag lightly against him and he felt the vibrations everywhere. His balls tensed as he tried not to come down your throat that very instant. “Fuck!”

Your throat relaxed, jaw going slack as you let him use you for his release. Jake set a brutal pace, keeping your head in place as he thrusted his hips, trying to chase his own orgasm. “You look so pretty, baby.”

You hummed lightly, swallowing around him as he whimpered out. You pulled away from him to take a deep breath, hands tugging up and down on his cock and you tried not to laugh. He looked so desperate and flushed, all by your doing. It caused a surge of confidence to run through you to see him so needy. “So needy.”

He laughed deeply, a moan ripping from his throat as you gently sucked on the tip. “Your mouth is too good, baby. Fuck-like it was made just for me.”

“Mhm, just for you Ma’Jake.”

Your lips wrapped around the head and sucked softly, swirling your tongue around once more and Jake hips stuttered roughly, moaning loudly. He felt his orgasm coming, hips trying to pull away from your mouth. “Gonna come, Yawne. Let me pull out.”

It’s as if he told you the opposite, sucking harder and with more dedication. Your head shook, “Want it in my mouth.”

Jake’s eyes nearly rolled to the back of his head, that was new. With a final swipe of your tongue Jake came, hard. Painting your mouth with his release as he tugged on your hair gently. Whining your name over and over.

You pulled away and swallowed, enjoying the taste. His breathing was labored, deep and rough as you stood up. “Was that a good Valentine’s day gift?”

[marislittleworld]

Soooo glad that you’re back!!!💕💕

I was thinking teen!reader gets bullied at school, fights back and then chris and jill are called into the school?

ohoho !! I did a lot of roleplays of this with Character.ai Chris and Jill and their reactions were so funny LMAO. Here it is, dear anonymous

Class fight

WARNINGS: OC!daughter, bullying (but Ana fights back), Father!Chris Redfield and Mother!Jill Valentine, Ana is 13 years old, the principal doesn't like Ana :(

It all started when the school's principal called Jill's phone. As soon as she heard the principal mention Ana, she became worried and angry. After thanking the principal for the information, she hung up and made her way to Chris's office.

Walking through the corridors, Jill stopped right at Chris's office door and knocked. Chris, noticing the angry expression on her face, let her in immediately.

"What's wrong, Jill?" Chris asked, concerned.

"I got a call," Jill answered in an angry tone, "from Ana's school. She got into a fight with a boy in her class."

Chris was shocked and cleared his throat. He'd never imagined that his little girl would get into a fight, though he hoped there was a good reason. He sighed and told Jill they needed to go to Ana's school right away.

When the couple arrived, they headed straight to the principal's office. They saw Ana sitting in a chair in front of the principal's desk, her face bruised. Jill's anger grew at the sight. Wasn't there a school nurse? Why hadn't they taken Ana to the nursery to treat her wounds, and those of the other student?

"Ah, Mr. and Mrs. Redfield, I'm glad you came," the principal said, gesturing for the couple to sit next to Ana.

"What happened, Mr. Anderson? Why did Ana get into a fight?" Jill asked, worriedly holding her daughter's face carefully.

"No reason apparently. Your daughter has been showing some bad behavior these days. Some... delinquency," the principal said in a mocking tone.

"He's lying!" Ana tried to interject, but her father silenced her with a look.

"Shh," Chris shushed her gently.

Jill sighed and asked, "Why do you think it's Ana's fault? I mean, there could be a reason for this fight—"

"Reason?! Why would there be a reason? It's already clear that your daughter is a delinquent. My son would never do that!" the boy's mother protested loudly.

Chris scoffed as he heard the accusation. “Delinquent? Well, you can be sure we’ll get to the bottom of this.”

Jill turned to Ana, her eyes filled with both concern and determination. “Ana, tell us what happened. We want to hear your side.”

Ana took a deep breath, her eyes welling with tears. “I was with Iara during recess when this boy started mocking me, calling me names and pushing me around. I tried to ignore him at first, but he wouldn’t stop. He even started saying things about you and Dad.”

Chris’s eyes darkened, and he clenched his fists. “What kind of things?”

“Just nasty stuff, Dad. I couldn’t take it anymore, so I stood up to him. But he pushed me first. I only fought back because I had to.”

Jill looked at the principal, her voice steady but cold. “Did you see any of this, Mr. Anderson? Or are you just taking the word of one student over another without any real evidence?”

The principal shifted uncomfortably. “Well, we have witnesses who—”

“Witnesses? Or just friends of that boy who would say anything to keep him out of trouble?” Chris interjected, his anger barely contained.

The boy’s mother stood up, pointing a finger at Ana. “Your daughter is lying! My son is a good boy!”

Jill stood up too, meeting the woman's gaze fiercely. “And my daughter is a good girl. She doesn’t lie, and she certainly doesn’t start fights for no reason. We will not sit here and let you accuse her without proof.”

Mr. Anderson cleared his throat, trying to regain control of the situation. “Enough! We will have a thorough investigation. Until then, Ana is suspended from school.”

“Suspended? Without a fair investigation? Absolutely not,” Chris said firmly. “We’ll be contacting the school board about this. Come on, Ana. We’re leaving.”

As they walked out of the principal's office, Jill held Ana close, whispering to her. “We believe you, Ana. We’ll get this sorted out. You did the right thing standing up for yourself.”

Ana nodded, her tears finally spilling over. She holds her dad's hand as they leave the school.

[lady-ashfade]

Hi love! Since it’s almost Valentine’s Day could I request a Lockwood X reader?

Valentine’s Day HC’s

Anthony Lockwood x Fem!Reader HC’s

Notes: I know it’s out of character but it’s cute soooo. Also I hope you like it because I wanted it to be fluffy and romantic. Also I have not read the books

Type: Head-canons. And short.

Warnings: Non but grammar mistakes.

You would awaken in lockwoods bed ready to snuggle close to him but you found no one in sight. A wave of sadness hit you and you almost thought be forgotten but then you found roses on the bedside table.

There was a note attached to them that said to meet him in the kitchen so you got dressed and headed down. Then it happened again, he was no were in sight but George was standing with coffee in hand. “Thank you for waking up, I’ve had to stay in here. Now take this and tell lockwood he owes me. But- Happy Valentine’s Day.” He handed you a note and left the kitchen quickly. He was annoyed, but you didn’t blame him.

“Good morning, love. Sorry I left you alone this morning but it was for a good cause. Now, today you will need to follow a few notes and tips. For your second hint: The small smell of lavender as he sits by waiting for her. But when he sees her she’s dressed in pink, the small shop closed as he stared at her.” 

He set up a small scavenger hunt for you, so clever. Also so him to bring investigating and romance together, but it’s cute. So you got dressed and knew from the moment you read it where to him.

The dress store town. You dragged him along when you first started dating to find a new dress for a party. The shop owner always had the place smelling like lavender, sometimes it was to strong. You remember that dress you bought, how you loved the flowers on it and the color.

When you arrived to the shop then owner greeted you with a smile and welcomed you in. “Hello dear, I have something for you.” You were handed a box with a bow. “I have a dressing room ready for you.”

When you got into the little closed room you opened the box and saw a red dress inside and another note.

“I hope you enjoy the dress, I thought you’d like to have a pretty dress. I know you’ll look beautiful. But here is your next and final clue: The day lovely and bright as the wind picked up, that’s when the paper flew into his face. A angelic voice screaming at him to catch it and so he did. When their eyes met and he feel for them girl in front of him. The world around them swaying and turning at the true love they shared.”

Of course. It was the first place you two had meet, the perfect place to be on Valentine’s Day. It was a short walk from here to the park so it wasn’t hard.

Now is where you finally see him, dressed as he always did in a suit. But the set up behind him was pretty. Having lights connecting two tree’s together and underneath was a blanket and food set out.

That’s when his eyes met yours. His face brightens up and he rushes over to you and you do the same. “Beautiful as ever, my smart girl.” He leaned down to kissed your lips quickly.

“I can’t believe you did this, it’s so amazing. You made this the best day.” He was proud to hear you say that and he took your hand and rushed you over to the picnic.

The rest of the day was spent eating breakfast, kisses and walking around hand and hand.

He held you and didn’t let you go, that being by your hand or waist or your arm. And his lips always connecting to yours.

But that was the best part. Him sharing his love with you.

[khepiari]

LawLu Valentine’s Fic: Will You Go On A Breakfast Date With Me?

AU. First Date. LawLu/LuLaw Smut Free. Entomologist 30+Luffy x Doctor 35+ Transman Law.

In every romantic novel that Dr. Trafalgar D Water Law had ever read, love happened to the main characters when they least wanted it to happen. In every romantic film Dr Trafalgar D Water Law had watched, love happened at first sight. But who knew the love of Dr Trafalgar D Water Law’s life would come to him banging pots and pans?

Not him.

It was an ordinary Wednesday for the doctor, ordinary but hard-earned. He had finally got off work after 72 hours of duty, and sat down in the park, to let the morning sunshine on him and let his bamboo-like legs rest for a bit before grabbing a taxi and flopping on his bed. As he reclined his dizzy head against the tree trunk and shut his eyes, he felt the exhaustion had finally set into his bones. If someone asked him to get up and offer his bench to someone more in need, he would break into sobs.

Despite the urge to curl up on the cold steel bench, he didn’t as he could feel his shabby oily hair, unshaven face and the stench of sweat combined with rubbing alcohol’s odour would make passers-by mistake him for another dead medical professional. Hence, Dr Trafalgar D Water Law would’ve never thought love would find him when he looked, soooo… in his own thoughts: Stinking Hobo.

When his eyes were drifting away into the dreamland, he heard the loud clanking of solid steel beside his ear. The noise made him sit up with a jolt, and his flight or fight response made him throw an empty punch, followed by the words: “WHAT THE FUCK!”

His useless punch was lowered carefully, “Here, have a sip.” Law’s angry, dizzy eyes first spotted the vibrant red thermos mug. Then his sharp nose inhaled the warm smell of chamomile tea that floated his way. Then he saw the large hand holding the cup, the fingernails were full of dirt. “It’s not drugged, your mom called and told me your location, you have a live location sharing turned on. I take it you just got off work and if I wanted to catch you.” Law knew his mom was trying to set him up with people, as she was tired of him not getting married despite being on the other side of 35. Still, it was too hard to believe, his mom would actually pull this stunt. “Is now is the best time? I thought before you decided to go home and sleep like a dead log, I should meet you.”

“Who are you?” His voice was huskier than he intended it to be. All the constant talking with patients and his team had strained his voice The doctor did his best to study the face of the stranger, but his eyes were so tired, Luffy appeared like a bright apparition, and his equally vibrant red hoodie was not helping in this matter. “Your fingernails are dirty.”

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[honeymochibubbletea]

Hey my dearies! Everything’s good? I hope so! >:3

I wanted to make an experimental post: and since it’s Valentine’s Day (no, no it’s not. Yes, yes… i know, but i wanted to make this and i am NOT going to wait another whole ass year to make this soooo… just pretend it’s Valentine’s Day… okay? Good) i was going to do a dating simulator through some posts!

And our two participants would be Charlie and Dr. Phantasmo as Helltaker versions of themselves!

(Why am i doing this? Because, first: i wanted to see if this little “game” works and second: because when Fluffpillow and Jencil the pencil made these versions of their characters as Helltaker’s characters, i thought: “hmm… it sure would be interesting if someone made a dating sim mod with those two” but then i remembered that i don’t know how to make a video game neither a mod soooo… yeah)

(Images above belong to both @fluffffpillow and @jencilthepencil)

“You have woken up after a strange dream: you basically had a harem of demons… and now, you suddenly felt like going down into hell to find some demons gals and guys for your harem: yup, that feels right.

As you were fighting some monsters and solving some puzzles, you suddenly bumped into Phantasmo, the trial demon:”

Phantasmo: Ah, a human… say, why and how on earth did you came down here?

“The demon said with disdain and amusement in his voice, while lifting you off the ground with his tail.

You explain that you were looking for some demons for your harem. He laughs at you and says:”

Phantasmo: HA! So you’re one of those people… and oh, oh! Let me guess: you want ME to join your harem~?

“You nodded your head. He laughed even more:”

Phantasmo: and WHY should I join your stupid harem? Hmm~?

Option number one: https://www.tumblr.com/honeymochibubbletea/742722952964997122/yn-you-look-like-the-kind-of-guy-who-likes-to

Option number two: https://www.tumblr.com/honeymochibubbletea/742724336168943616/yn-uhh-i-could-make-some-coffee-and-cookies

“After you choose carefully and perfectly your response, Phantasmo agreed to go with you! Yippee! :D

As you solved more puzzles and fought more monsters (some you might even tried to flirt with and Phantasmo wasn’t helping you because he be like that (an asshole) and he was too “busy” laughing at your attempts)

You have bumped into Charlie, the justice demon:”

Charlie: Heh, so you’re the one who’s trying to invite demons into your harem, huh? Yeah, i’ve heard about ya. But guess what? You’ll have to try harder than just offering me something~ ;)

Option number one: https://www.tumblr.com/honeymochibubbletea/742759511994040320/yn-flowers-are-red-and-violets-are-blue-baby

Option number two: https://www.tumblr.com/honeymochibubbletea/742758635360419840/yn-i-can-show-you-a-very-good-time-baby-gir

“After you thought that you have won Charlie’s heart, she interrupts your celebration:”

Charlie: But! Under one condition: HE has to go. It’s either me or him champ.

“Charlie pointed at Phantasmo while giving him a death glare. She then crossed her arms and looked at you with a “so? Who are you going to choose?” look:”

Path number one: https://www.tumblr.com/honeymochibubbletea/742771490938863616/phantasmo

Path number two: https://www.tumblr.com/honeymochibubbletea/742773318474760192/charlie

Path number three: https://www.tumblr.com/honeymochibubbletea/742775131774058496/both

Aaaaaand that’s it my dearies! I really hope you all liked this little “game”! Bu-byeeeee~☆

[moonjxsung]

i'm ranting about my ex boyfriend because he's so mean and i'm literally. i'm just here i just exist and he hates me idfk

so i call him an ex but really he was a fucking 4 month situationship i should've ran MY BAD GUYS !!! anyway we had a little thing i guess and we broke up around January/february. things were so good in the beginning, but the main reason why we didn't date was because he wasn't over his ex. i know i'm side eyeing my screen too. ANYWAY so things were sooo good and i was like "omg ! he really likes me and he wants to be in a relationship soon !!" i was very wrong.

okay so something about me is that i have bpd and it's not like. super horrible but i still do have it on top of attachment issues, fear of communication (trauma lolll), jealousy issues, etc. he used to always talk about his girl friends and say how funny they were, send me screenshots of their chats, games they were playing, said "sorry i hang out with ____ to much she's affecting me". BRO WHY DIDNT I RUN anyway i was just really sad and felt jealous but felt like i couldn't because we weren't. yk. technically dating BUT HE TOLD ME HE WANTSD TO 💔💔

anyway another thing is he was a really big gamer and. was not. he wanted me to play games with him and i told him i was really bad but he was like "it's okay i'll teach you !!" lets just say i don't really like to play games anymore. :( he used to yell at me for being bad to the point i had to mute myself sometimes and try not to cry in a match because i felt horrible for disappointing him. i spent hours learning his favorite games just to still not be good and it made me feel really horrible and upset. then i just told him i don't really wanna play and he said "it's okay i'll just play with (insert girl here)" and i was just like :(((( and he played with those girls every single day and would ignore me to play with them which made me feel worse.

another thing is he talked about his ex all the time. and i let him vent to me about her. he even called her "my qiqi" which was his nickname for her when they were dating while venting to me. i'm gonna cry typing this bye

anyway at the end of our situationship he got really mean and really didn't give a shit if it hurt my feelings or not. he got mad at me for going on a date WITH MY FRIEND FOR VALENTINE'S DAY because he posted "fuck valentines" and didn't do a single thing or even text me on that day. so yeah i just didn't even say anything and blocked him because he was manipulating me and was awful and abused me !!! don't date men who aren't over their exes guys !!

- 🦢

Situationship the bane of my existence 💔💔💔💔

ALSO WHY IS IT ALWAYS BC PEOPLE AREN’T OVER THEIR FUCKINF EXES WHAT RHE FUXIDIKSK can yall like get over your stupid exes before pursuing a 4 month situationship good GODDDD I’m so sick of it 😭 idc if you’re not over an ex like that’s completely normal but please don’t make it somebody else’s problem while actively pursuing them and then making them look stupid when they inevitably catch feelings???!/!/! Where is the logic here

Why do I feel like we had the exact same ex lmffmdkdkkdkdkd mine used to talk about his sexual experiences w other girls soooo much and then it’d always turn into some giant fight when I told him to stop. One time he got mad at me for saying Timothee Chalamet was cute and he was like “if I can’t talk about the girls I’ve had sex with then I don’t want to hear about that loser” like it’s the same thing???? HUH

Men who talk about other girls or their sex lives to you while falsely pursuing you 🤢🤢🤢🤢 also the part about the gaming??? The fuck???????? My ex was ALSO a huge gamer and he added me to his guy friends’ discord server and literally pleaded me not to send anything or participate so he could keep his rank good fuckinf lord maybe put that energy into a job application 🫶 feel like our exes should date each other they have so much in common 😍

I’m so sorry you went through all that you deserve so so so much better ☹️ all my love sweet angel. somebody better will come along who’s meant for you and they won’t make you feel like any less than you deserve

Don’t date people who aren’t over their exes guys 🫶🫶🫶🫶 it is a living hell 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶

[thequeenconnoisseur]

Valentino Garavani Valentine Lookbook Collage

[Coat, Corset, Skirt, Shoes, Earrings, Purse, Hair, Nails(?), Tiger, Background 1 2 3 4(?)]

I honestly struggled with creating this look. Initially I was going for just a red look, but then I thought about it and it made much more sense for it to be another Valentine Day look as red is also significantly used during this time. I wanted to go for a more mature look unlike my last Valentine collage and I discovered Elie Saab’s Red Beaded Corset, and I knew instantly that was going to be the staple piece for this lookbook.

The only downside to choosing this corset is…. It’s not available on their website :( and I also didn’t realize until after I completed this look that the heels weren’t the best choice because of the flowers BUT they still work with the coat and skirt, and since you’ll need a lot of money and resources to acquire the corset it would have to be replaced with another top anyway, just make sure it’s a staple piece that would work well with the heels.

Due to there being soooo much red, I felt like the best choice of coloring for the jewelry, purse, and nails would be gold, because again I did struggle with this look and I felt like that was the easier coloring choice to go with. Essentially, this is a very monochromatic look and the pop of color comes from those three items.

I’m definitely going to experiment more with pink and red in my collages as to not struggling so much like I did but also simply because… Valentines Day.

Here’s a Timelapse of my creative process,

If you’d like to see more of what inspires me and my work check out my Pinterest!

[morningstar-chronicles]

my DR brother (jon) <3

okay, so as of when i shift, i won't have any siblings living with me but within the first few months (i decided to change when i originally shift from 13-14 to 15 because of how the timeline works out for me lmao (basically i scripted in my ex for... reasons, but didn't want to shift back to a point where i would have to date him AGAIN for him to be in the timeline... that relationship was supremely uncool) of when i shift, so around when i'm 15-almost-16 my paternal half-siblings will come find me.

jon and clary are both kids of jocelyn fairchild (my DR adoptive mum, who enters my life around the same time these two do) and valentine morgenstern, my biological father, making them both my half-siblings. we never lived together growing up (valentine raised three kids including me- jon, jace, and me, but he kept none of us in the same house as each other so we all grew up as only children with an absent-on-a-good-day-horrible-on-a-bad-day father) and clary grew up with mum, which... unfair. but okay.

okay shit starts to get kinda dark and traumatic below the cut soooo beware ig

basically the whole story is the valentine had jon and started experimenting on him with demon/monster blood while he was still an infant. mum basically realised "holy shit this man is insane" and ran away, but by that point she was already pregnant with clary. she raises clary in brooklyn, new york, and never tells her they're shadowhunters (part angel, for people who don't know the mortal instruments series).

the reason she didn't take jon with her was because when someone is injected with demon/monster blood, it effectively changes their soul to be more "demonic" or evil, for lack of a better way to say it. basically jon was possessed and because the demon blood was, you know, in him, there was no effective way to exorcise him without risking burning his entire body alive from the inside out with heavenly fire. mum obviously couldn't bring herself to do this to her literal child, so she just left him, since, in her eyes, jon was effectively already dead anyways.

valentine raises jon- kind of. for the first few years jon effectively acts like a feral animal, and more or less lacks any sense of human awareness. somehow -not entirely sure, but probably more experimentation and torture- valentine trains him into being a somewhat functional human being. during this time, he's also raising jace (a kidnapped shadowhunter orphan who he injected with angel blood) to be like a super-soldier for his blood purity cult. after jace starts to show promise, he abandons jon entirely. he's already had me by this point, and considers me his "golden-child" despite the fact that i'm considered "impure" literally by his own standards, but that's neither here nor there.

anyways, clary kills our father indirectly because he murders jace (her boyfriend, long story, i promise they're not related emotionally or biologically. it is literally such a long-ass story, that shit could be a post all on it's own). jace comes back to life. confused? me too. no time to dwell on it, we're moving on.

jon is a homocidal maniac for a while because of the demon/monster blood, until jace cleanses him with the sword of heavenly fire. i don't think he was trying to cleanse him, usually that sword kills people, but basically it gave jon a stab wound but also effectively made him human (well... shadowhunter. not precisely human) again. he remembers veryyy little from his time being possessed. he also has a son with the seelie queen. does not remember him at all. i'll come back to him in another post.

anyways, jon reconciles with mum and clary, and they start going through valentine's stuff. they stumble across my birth certificate and find out i went missing three years ago. they make it their mission to find out what happened to me. they find a warlock, who tracks me down in the demon realm, and they fuckin teleport into my living room and scare the shit out of me. i fight them on instinct and they're like "yeah this is probably a shadowhunter at the very least" and tell me he was their father too. i stop fighting them. we get to know each other.

jon is about five years older than me, and despite having been through hell (both literally and figuratively) he's a really kind, gentle person at his core with a lot of empathy for other people, me in particular (he might not remember a lot of stuff... but he remembers valentine being a pretty fuckin shitty dad lol). he's extremely protective of me, blames himself for not being able to protect me despite being a child and also possessed and also having no frickin idea i existed. we're able to reminisce about how awful valentine was, but we also share a sense of understanding what it's like to miss him too, knowing that he didn't always present as a monster, and occasionally had a moment or two of being gentle and loving. it definitely messed with our heads, but we have each other, even if no one else really understands what we went through.

he kinda hates all my s/os and exes on principle until he actually meets hunter. gives him like. a mild shovel talk. immediately loves him because hunter is very loveable and also kind of has sad, pathetic, wet kitten energy (im sorry bby i still love u). hunter and jon are like best friends after that because they've been through shockingly similar situations (abuse from a father figure, threat of being "replaced" by a better model, not quite human, lives with crushing guilt of their brainwashed actions, etc). should i be jealous? maybe, but i'm just glad jon doesn't hate his guts because hunter would have cried.

[driluth]

hi it's been a minute

i have officially deleted my public tw*tter account, even before its "downfall" it just became too anxiety inducing and ultimately felt like a lot of people were being meanspirited and i simply do not have the energy for it!! fandom twitter, for whatever reason, is just so draining and i cannot keep up with all the hype for every new tv show that comes out lmao. it is also insane how much time i have without it.

i've read 50 books this year, and have currently listened to 40 something albums?? i'd like to make a list of my top 5 for both categories but i'm too sleepy for that rn. and i have a few more albums to listen to first!!

oddly i have not watched that many movies this year but it's probably bc i've spent so much time watching twd (11 seasons) and the spinoffs!! truly it is one of my favorite show of all time and rewatching it has been a very emotional journey.

it's funny bc back in 2020, she-ra was the only thing i'd watch on repeat bc i needed something lighter and happier and now my current fixation is one of the darkest tv shows of all time. (it's called range.) but as dark as it gets i'd argue that a lot of it IS about the love and hope that's still in the world. it's characters choosing to be kind to each other and doing whatever it takes to fight for each other bc that group of people love each other so much!! (wish it wasn't As dark tho and there are definitely some creative choices i would have handled differently but that's for another post, maybe. i have too many thoughts about that show i nearly made a side blog for it but i am too lazy for that haha.)

i moved in w one of my oldest friends and we live next to a lot of deer and it just such a peaceful and quiet place. i have a new job that still gives me plenty of time to write which i am so so excited about bc i have so much to do both in terms of original content and fanfiction!! (tho who knows how long that will last bc $$ wise i might need to take on a second job or find something else but it is Rough out there i'm just grateful to be employed at all)

i do have some catra/adora fics in the works (one goes soooo hard but i'm probably gonna save it for something special like valentine's day or something) but admittedly some of what i'm the most excited about is twd fic, was not expecting daryl/connie to have my whole heart but here we are. they currently have less than 150 fics on ao3 and it's a crime.

the book i started writing last year i want to turn into a screenplay and i have a new book i'm drafting and every day i am so excited to sit down and write for it these characters are everything 2 me. can't wait to share them one day!! got some very fucked up lesbians as i should!!

anyways, i've had a lot more space to myself and have been able to do a lot of reflecting. i feel older, i feel confident in what i'm doing, and i mostly feel grateful. i feel very grateful to live this life i have created for myself, grateful to live close to my friends and close to my family and close to my favorite area in my city!! and as many problems as there are w this site i am grateful for this lil space on the internet!! been through many different stages of my life on here and it's nice to have something consistent.

lots of love to you all 💕 

[ashensdotcom]

REALLYYYYYYYYY LONG RAMBLE ABOUT ASHENS INBOUND!!!!!

crossposted from my spacehey

so one of my favorite youtubers Ashens is making a new movie and it looks reallyyyyyy cool and I'm so excited for it!!!! he's done two other movies before, but both of them are comedies, and this upcoming one is a horror so I'm excited to see what it's gonna be like!!! and I love love love horror movies also, so even unrelated to ashens I'm excited to see it!! :D 

it's called Turn Back and it's a folk horror (I LOOOOOOVE FOLK HORROR AAHHHHH IM SO EXCITED IM SO EXCITED i need to watch way more folk horror movies for sure) and it's TOLD IN REVERSE it's gonna be so cool to see how that's gonna be executed, I love movies that you have to sit on and think about and then watch again and only Then do you only Start to get the full picture aaahhskgjjss that's what the wicker man is like to me (WHICH IS ANOTHER EXCELLENT FOLK HORROR FILM) and that's one of my favorite favorite favorite movies of all timeeeee and it's really funny to reflect on it because on my first watching of it I actually didn't like it very much but then I gave it another chance and THAT'S when it really clicked in my brain hehehe

if the movie sounds interesting to you it's doing crowdfunding rn on turnbackmovie.com !!! there's some really cool perks I'M SO EXCITED TO GET MINE AHHHHHH 

the ETA on the movie is late 2024 / early 2025 SO IT GIVES ME SOMETHING TO LOOK FORWARD TO!!!!! :D it's like a christmas gift hehehe!! 

and speaking of movies ashens has made, my mom said she wants to watch ashens and the quest for the gamechild AND ashens and the polybius heist with me!!!! yaaaaay!!!!!! (also if you want to watch them they are free on tubi!!!!! at least here in the USA they are :P I know tubi isn't the same from country to country but HOPEFULLY it's available for free on there in your country too!!) (I learned that because my british friend wanted to watch The Saint starring roger moore and I was like ohh it's on tubi for free!! but she said it wasn't available in her country even though it was on mine :( which sux :,( aaa) 

I actually had totally forgotten I introduced my mom to ashens lol, my mom doesn't like youtubers who shout and scream and stuff, and tends to have an aversion towards high-energy stuff in general, (which is a lot of what I like ESP MUSIC but it's ok) so I was like ohh I have the perfect idea!! since ashens is very mellow in all his videos and stuff I can watch them with my mom and so I showed some of his stuff to her and she likes it!!!! 

which I had completely forgotten about when I was showing her the trailer for polybius heist xP I didn't think she knew who he was bc I forgot I showed him to her so I was like oooo you wanna watch this cool heist movie with me so bad oooooooo 

and she was like ok!! and i was like HUH WHAT REALLY ?! and then I told her about the quest for the gamechild n she said she wanted to watch that one first (since it came out first) so I'm soooo excited to watch both of them with her x3 

and then I came back later and I was like mamaaaa I need help making a financial decision :P which was y'know me buying a perk to support the funding for turn back . and TL;DR she was like "you should treat yourself" bc I don't buy things for myself very often.. she was like "it's almost valentine's day you can be your own valentine" WHICH.... TRUE!!!!!!!! I can't remember her wording but she said something like "imagine if you had a partner what you'd buy for them" and iwas like .......... ur right....... I am my own partner........ and I do buy things for my friends quite a bit so... xP might as well get something for myself ur right........ SO IM GETTING THE ASHENS RETRO DVD COLLECTION!!!!!! AAAAHHH!!!!!! IM SOOOOOOOOOOO EXCITED!!!!!!!!! 

that's actually quite an emotional thing to me... (in a good way) 

because like y'know I haven't been an adult for very long, I graduated high school literally not that long ago and I haven't been in the workforce for super long y'know so I never really like.... idk I did get money as a gift sometimes and I'm not gonna act like I didn't bc I am grateful, but it's not the same as like... actually Consistently Making Money and Having Money To Spend y'know? so whenever I saw youtubers advertise their own merch I was always like "ohh this looks cool but I don't really have that kinda money to throw around this much" so it was always like "damn. looks cool" and left it at that

and I thought that was what was gonna happen with the retro dvd collection too!!! bc the perk to get it is freaking expensive!!!! BUT LIKE...!!! I'M AT A POINT IN MY LIFE WHERE I CAN SPEND THAT MONEY EVERY ONCE IN A WHILE AND IT NOT BEING A PROBLEM!!! WHICH IS CRAZYYYYYYYYYY LIKE I'M ACTUALLY GOING TO GET IT. THIS REALLY COOL LIMITED MERCH THAT'S LIKE SUPER EXCLUSIVE AND IS GONNA BE REALLY COOL AND IT'S SIGNED BY ASHENS TOO AAAHHHH AND IT'S JSUT. IT'S SUCH A UNIQUE FEELING OF SEEING SOMETHING REALLY COOL AND KINDA VAGUELY DAYDREAMING ABOUT HAVING IT BUT JUST DISMISSING IT BC UR USED TO DISMISSING STUFF LIKE THAT BUT THEN YOU REALIZE THAT YOU'RE AT A POINT WHERE YOU ACTUALLY CAN GET IT. LIKE IT'S AN ACTUAL POSSIBILITY NOW. AAAAAAHHHHHHHH I have so much to look forward to which I'm really grateful for :,3 

LOOK I HAVE A PICTURE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I'VE NEVER ACTUALLY EVER BACKED A CROWDFUNDING CAMPAIGN BEFORE EVER IN MY LIFE SO THIS IS A REALLY COOL FEELING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NOT ONLY AM I BUYING AND GETTING COOL STUFF BUT ALSO MY MONEY IS GOING DIRECTLY TO HELP THE PRODUCTION OF THE FILM!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAHHHH!!!!!!!! SUUUUUUCH A COOL FEELING!!!!!!!!!!!!

OK SORRY THAT WAS SOOOOOOO LONG!!!!!! I just love love love ashens' content so much I could talk about it for so many paragraphs more but I'm not gonna make this blog any longer x) I just needed to get all of this out of my system instead of sending it all into one of my friends' DMs lol!!

so excited for turn back!!!!! yay!!!!!!

[foreverdolly]

Imagine going to Victoria's Secret with Austin 🥴🥴

Your ex boyfriend had never understood why you asked for a nice lingerie set every Valentines Day. "If I'm just going to take it off you, why would I want to spend two hundred dollars on it?" Sure, lingerie wasn't a practical purchase, but it wasn't about that. It was about how confident you felt. How sexy you looked. You were a present waiting to be unwrapped, so why shouldn't you be tied up with ribbon and little pink bows?

Austin was a man of taste, hence why he was so in love with you. He thought you were the best thing since sliced bread. The two of you had been going out for just a little over a year, and in those twelve short months the man had spoiled you absolutely rotten. He went out of his way to show you how much he cared, both through words of affirmation as well as acts of service. Your panty drawer was filled to the absolute brim with expensive lace, mesh, and silk lingerie. From teddys, sheer baby doll night gowns, to a full set with garters- he bought you anything he could get his hands on. Todays trip to Victoria's Secret was one made out of necessity, which was obscenely rare for the two of you. You walked into the store, your lanky blonde trailing close behind, hands casually shoved into his pockets. "Here baby, your size is right there." He pointed, pulling you along.

See, your ex boyfriend used to hand you his card and refuse to go inside any lingerie store with you. Whether it was Victoria's Secret or an upscale boutique, he said that he felt too out of place. It "looked weird" for a guy to be in that sort of store, even if he was just with his girlfriend.

Austin had always been the complete opposite.

You picked up a few pairs of panties, feeling the fabric between your thumb and pointer finger. "Hey, what about this one?" His plush pink lips pulled back, revealing his straight white grin as he held up a pair. The thing was nothing more than a few pieces of string with pale blue flowers sewed on every here and there. "We're on a family vacation, Aus." You narrowed your eyes playfully, crumbling up a pair before tossing it in his direction. It hit his chest softly, the thin piece of fabric fluttering back down into the bin. "We have our own room with a door that locks. C'mon? I want to see your little tan lines." He bit his lip, hunching his back down slightly so that he was reaching your much shorter height. He knew it was nearly impossible to deny him when he blinked his long lashes at you like that. You were with his dad's side of the family on a beach vacation, and of course you had forgotten your underwear. Everything else you had made sure to bring, but it had completely slipped your mind in your excitement to enjoy the fresh salty air.

"Fine. . . but everything else has to be practical." He was no longer paying attention to you though, his eyes were locked on a corseted top across the store.

It was all sheer pink fabric. He hadn't been listening to you at all.

He pointed, ignoring the other patrons as they watched him. He had no shame whatsoever, turning his head to look back at you. "That. That too. Hold on. . . let me put this blue pair of panties back, and get the matching set." You groaned softly, throwing your own practical choices into the basket that Austin was eagerly swinging around. Out of the corner of your eye you saw another couple, both of them around the same age that you and Austin were. The boyfriend's eyes looked like they were bulging out of his skull, his cheeks pink with embarrassment. "Babe. . . can't I just go sit in the food court? I can get us a smoothie or something." You heard him mumbling. Austin couldn't help himself as he leaned towards you, hand up to his mouth as if he was about to tell you a secret.

"What an amateur." He whispered.

a/n: this made me chuckle while writing. he'd be soooo down to go to any lingerie boutique with you.

[redhead-batgal]

Valentine’s Day Drabbles

These are a tad longer because inspiration hit me, soooo yeah! 

Also, because I have had a lot of homework recently and I only got requests for two batboys there are only two batboys here. I might make some more valentine’s day themed, or love themed drabbles in the coming week but for today this is it. Anyways enjoy!

Jason 🔫

Irritation raced over you and you found yourself scowling as Dick, Tim and Steph chatted behind you. They were discussing the upcoming terror of a day, Valentine’s Day.

“What are your plans Dickie boy?” Steph asked with a cheshire cat smile.

Dick shrugged slightly before smiling, “A surprise for Babs. It took me forever, but I finally found a way to keep things from her.” 

Tim raised an eyebrow at Dick almost in question. 

“How?”

“Alfred,” Is all Dick said in reply.  

The trio collectively nodded in understanding, and you rolled your eyes. The punching bag in front of you began to stop swinging, due to your neglect of it. Clenching your cloth-covered hands and swung a fist towards the punching bag. Not too far away from you Jason sat, taking apart his guns, gently cleaning them. 

“Me and Cass are going about, what about you Timbo?” Steph declared before turning to her friend with a sly smile. 

“Bernard and I have plans.” He replied quietly as heat flushed his cheeks. 

You let out a huff as the punching bag swung back towards you. You had to throw another punch to avoid getting hit by it. The bag swung as Dick suddenly moved towards Jason capturing your attention. 

“What about you Jay? Got a hot date for valentine’s day?” 

You looked up for a moment to see Dick staring at you and you quickly looked back to the punching bag. Locking your jaw, you punched the punching bag a little harder than you froze as you heard Jason’s reply. 

“Yeah,” He paused, and you felt your heart drop, “two in fact. Bea and Rosa.”  

Looking up you saw Jason smiling at Dick

“Who are they?” 

 You felt something in you crack and you swung at the punching bag angrily. Jason then held up his two guns, a mischievous grin on his face. 

“Say hello to Beatrice and Rosalind, Dick.” 

You blinked in surprise and felt your face flood with heat as you realized he was messing with Dick. Shaking your head, you looked back to the punching bag only to find it hurling at you. Before you could even react, the bag slammed straight into you, knocking you off your feet. 

Your body slammed against the ground, the air knocked from your lungs, you lay on the ground gasping for air as strangled curses escaped you.

Blinking, you found Jason standing over you, an eyebrow raised. 

“You alright sweetheart?” 

You coughed and nodded as the air finally filled your lungs and you found yourself breathing normally. A hand was in your face, and you took it without thinking. A force yanked you to your feet and it was only by luck that you were able to stay on them. 

“So, what happened Y/N?” Steph asks, walking towards you, a slightly concerned look on her face.

You rolled your eyes and went to scratch your back when pain spiked through it and you winced. 

“Y’all talking about this Valentine’s BS annoyed me, so I was trying to tune you out and I guess I was trying too hard.” 

The lie was out of your mouth before you could even think to tell the truth. Flexing your hand, you made sure that nothing was wrong with it. Finding your hand to be perfectly fine you stepped back in front of the punching bag and swung at it again. 

“What are you doing?” Tim asked 

You didn’t look towards him as you continued to punch the bag feeling your embarrassment and frustration begin to leak into your clenched palms. 

“Finishing my training, I’m not done yet.” You snapped in reply as you felt your ears turn scarlet. 

Tim sighed but didn’t say anything in return. Dick moved towards you, and you felt yourself stiffen. Whatever he was doing... It wasn’t good. 

“So, do you have plans Y/N?”

“Nope, thank god.” 

Swinging a right hook at the punching bag you heard a slight rattling, from the punching bag jiggle due to the strong punch, but you ignored it.

“Perfect! You, Jay and Duke can do patrol.”

Your head snapped in Dick’s direction, and you felt the words leave your mouth in an angry and violent hiss. 

“What?”

Dick didn’t even flinch as you turned on him, Steph and Tim however did. You glared at Dick, and he smiled sweetly. Suddenly you heard footsteps screeching across the cave floor. Turning you saw the punching bag swinging towards you once again. You closed your eyes waiting for the impact however it never came instead a voice did. 

“WOAH, Y/N. Careful.”

Peeking an eye open you saw Duke holding the punching bag still giving you concerned looks and you let out a sigh. Turning back towards Dick, you saw him walking quickly towards the cave exit. 

“Duke, Jason, Y/N. Patrol on February 14th. Have fun!”

Scowling, you clenched your fists and turned away from the punching bag. This fucking sucked. 

“Oh and,” Dick remarked pausing before looking back to you, “Harper will be joining you. Duke, you and Harper are paired up. Jason, you and Y/N.”

Scowling you stormed away from the awaiting faces of the other vigilantes.

Damn it. 

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The night was seemingly quiet, and you hated it and loved it simultaneously. Quiet nights meant sitting and more than likely talking to whoever you were patrolling with. However, action filled nights meant danger. And for some reason the thought of Jason in danger made your stomach flip. 

Taking apart and putting his guns back together, Jason sat nearby you, intently focused. You watched him for a moment, watched the movement of his hands and felt your whole body shuddering strangely at how quickly he could put them back together after taking them apart. 

“You,” He began, causing you to look at his face, “are unusually quiet.” 

Heat hit your cheeks and you scowled looking away from him, only to shrug and look back at him. 

“So are you.” 

“That’s because I usually listen to you talk when we are paired together, what’s up?”

“It’s Valentine’s Day, I hate Valentine’s Day.” 

Jason paused for a moment before reaching up and talking off his Red Hood helmet. 

“I didn’t really want this to turn into a therapy session but since there’s nothing else better to do, why?”

You found yourself looking him in his masked eyes. Your face was blank, but you felt your heart racing. 

“Love,” You began, “is overrated.” 

Jason shrugged and leaned back; his guns half assembled in his lap as he looked to you, a slight smile on his face.

“No objections here.”

“Then why do we have to love?” You muttered 

A smile played on Jason’s face, and you saw him close his eyes shrugging slightly. 

“So, you wanna get philosophical... alright. We love because we need to. We need to be loved and to love. Without it... well we aren’t human.” 

You went quiet staring at him, at the way his hair curled around his face and how the mask was fitted to his face. Love... we have to love. 

“I hate this feeling. I hate, hate, hate it!” You suddenly burst out.

Jason sat up and looked at you. He could tell you wanted to say more and moved closer to you.

“But?” 

“But” You hesitated for a moment before looking him in the eyes, “I’m madly in love with you.”

You stumbled over your words as your cheeks flushed with heat and you found yourself looking into his dumbstruck face.

“If there was one person I could have, it’d be you.” You paused for a moment before grabbing into his hands, “only you.” 

You swallowed, feeling his hand in yours and realizing what you just said. Your entire face flushed red with heat, and you tried to pull your hands away. However, Jason kept a tight grip on your hands. 

“You-” He began before pausing and leaning in towards you, “you should have said something earlier.” 

You blinked in surprise and raised an eyebrow in confusion.

“Why?”

“Because then I could have shoved in Dick’s face that I do have a hot date.”

You laughed weakly before shaking your head. 

“I don’t think Bea or Rosa will like this.”

Jason shrugged before leaning towards you, pressing his forehead against yours he remarked, 

“Well, they need to learn to share.”

Another laugh escaped you and you couldn’t help but smile as Jason’s face got closer to yours. You could have sworn you heard someone- no someones cheering from another rooftop in Gotham, but you were too happy to care. 

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(Aged up) Damian 🗡 [This was supposed to be Damian taking the reader out for dinner, but I couldn’t help myself. Also, also fluff was asked for and fluff shall be received]

You fidgeted slightly giving Damian a nervous look. He smiled at you and walked towards you; an eyebrow raised. 

“Is everything alright beloved?”

You nodded slowly before shaking your head. You were dressed up in some of your best clothes and you felt wrong, off, unnatural. 

“It’s just this doesn’t feel right, I don’t feel right i-” You stumbled to find the right words to explain.

“What doesn’t feel right?” Damian asked

You gestured vaguely around before gesturing to yourself and Damian. 

“This! Going out to a fancy dinner and doing what everyone does on Valentine’s Day.” You exclaimed with a frustrated sigh, “I don’t mean to say that I don’t appreciate all you’ve done planning wise it’s just-” 

Damian shook his head and took your hands into his, “It’s alright beloved. It’s alright, I just want you to be happy. I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable or wrong.” 

He paused for a second and sighed slightly before releasing your hands, he shrugged off his suit coat and he held out his hand for yours. Feeling a bit of relief go through you, you took his hand and he guided you towards the kitchen. Inside Alfred was cooking something, his back turned to the both of you. 

“Is everything alright Master Damian?” He asked not even looking towards the two of you. 

You looked around the room and noted the simple table with two plates set up and a candle in the middle of it. Raising an eyebrow in slight confusion you turned back towards Alfred. 

“Y/N and I have decided to stay in tonight.” 

“I had thought something like this might happen.” Alfred replied, moving away from the stove.

He turned to the two of you and gestured to the table you were staring at earlier. You blinked in surprise, but Damian guided you to your seat without hesitation. You began to process what exactly was going on as you sat in your seat. 

“You knew I would do this,” You began, “didn’t you?”

Damian shrugged sitting down in his seat smiling at you softly, “I didn’t know, but I suspected that you would not want to do a normal Valentine’s Day dinner.  So, I asked Pennyworth to help me with this as a backup plan.”

Horror and a bit of embarrassment raced over you and you pressed your face into your hands shaking your head. 

“I’m so sorry Dami.”

You lowered your hands and found him staring at you. Reaching across the table, Damian took your hand in his and stared into your eyes smiling. 

“I’m not, I like having you all to myself.”

You blushed but smiled back at him. He picked your hand up in his and raised it to his face before pressing a kiss to the back of it. 

“I love you, Beloved.” 

“I love you too, Dami.”

Moments later, Alfred brought plates of something for the two of you to eat. He placed a plate in front of both of you. Nodding as Alfred you squeezed Damian’s hand smiling softly as you felt tears building up in your chest. 

“Thank You Alfred.”

“Yes, thank you very much Pennyworth. I don’t know what I would have done without you.” 

You shoved Damian slightly as a gasp of disbelief escaped you. A blush then reclaimed your cheeks as you caught Alfred smiling. He nodded to the both of you before bowing slightly. 

“It was my pleasure.”

With that he left the room and the two of you to your dinner. You went to drop Damian’s hand only for him to squeeze yours tighter. He gave you a confused look.

“What are you doing?”

“I was going to let go of your hand so I could eat.”

Damian shook his head and suddenly got up from his seat. Pushing his plate next to yours he went behind his chair. With your hand still in his he moved his chair right next to you. Sitting down in it, with your legs and arms touching, Damian picked up a fork with his free hand. 

He got some food from the plate and held it towards you. You raised an eyebrow in confusion.

“Open up.”

Without thinking you opened your mouth, and he shoved the fork into it. You held back a laugh as you realized what exactly was going on. He was feeding you, feeding you.

Quickly chewing and swallowing you burst into a fit of giggles the second the food was down your throat. Damian gave you a confused look and you pressed a hand to your face trying to stop the oncoming set of giggles. Once your giggles had died down Damian gave you a more confused look. 

“I’m-” You paused, taking in a breath as if to make sure you wouldn’t suddenly burst into giggles again, “I’m sorry. it’s just feeding each other- it’s not something I’ve thought of.”

“Do you not want to do it then?” He asked and you shook your head. 

“No, I’d love to... just know I’m laughing out of joy not because I’m nervous or uncomfortable or whatever.” You clarified as you felt more giggles building up in your chest. 

After a few attempts at feeding each other only ending with you in a fit of giggles you rested your head against Damian’s shoulder and sighed. It felt so good to have him here with you instead of him being out on patrol... like you used to. 

Leaning more fully against him you sighed, and Damian turned to you slightly before pressing a kiss to your forehead. 

“Are you having a good time, Beloved?”

You snuggled more against his arm as you replied, “It’d be hard not to, with you here.” 

Damian went silent and you looked up to see his cheeks flushed. Laughing again you began to pull away from him only to have him pull you into his lap. 

“I’m glad you are happy.” He replied, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. 

Not wanting to see his face, you bit your lip as you asked, “Are you?” 

Damian suddenly froze before turning you so you could see his face. Looking you dead in the eyes he cupped your face in his hands. 

“With you here in my arms how could I not be?” 

Tears began to roll down your face as you smiled and sniffed. Kissing your forehead again, Damian releases your face, wrapping his arms around you. Resting your head against his chest you felt happy tears sliding down your face. 

“I love you Dami, My dear Robin.”

“I love you more, my angel.”

[adorethedistance]

All Day Affair - Charlie Gillespie x Reader (18+)

JATP Masterlist - Valentine’s Masterlist

Warnings: 18+ Smut, swearing, light embarrassment (minors DNI)

Words: 2757

Summary: A rough night before leads to a slow morning after, causing you and Charlie to be late to Valentine’s brunch plans. All is forgiven and all is forgotten when he makes it up to you in the best way he can.

A/n: This weekend has not at all gone the way I’d thought/hoped it would and so I apologize for the slow churning of fics lately but I promise I am working on some much requested fics. On a lighter note, here is my contribution to the Valentine’s Day

My eyes groggily flutter open when I hear my phone rapidly buzzing on the bedside table. Charlie’s arm is draped over my exposed midriff, no doubt a position of his own doing. As I go to move his arm off my bare skin, he holds onto me tighter groaning an incoherent string of words. I attempt to grab the maniacally buzzing device with my eyes still closed. I’m incapacitated via Charlie’s hold on my waist, and thus, all I feel under my flattened hand against the cool surface are the discarded condom wrappers from last night.

“Charlie,” I scold, still not fully awake. He knowingly loosens his grip, allowing me to sit up and it isn’t until I’m upright and Charlie’s arm drops into my lap that I realize I’m completely naked under his t-shirt. My phone has not stopped vibrating like crazy much to my dismay. Haphazardly grabbing it off the nightstand, I wait for my eyes to adjust before I read the time.

11:26.

“SHIT. Charlie! Charlie, we’re late!” I try and shake him awake. He whines miserably,

“Mmmmm, what?”

“It’s 11:26, we’re late!”

The messages are from Owen and Savannah, both of whom we were supposed to be meeting for brunch at 11. While Charlie and I wanted Valentine’s Day plans alone, we also wanted to spend time with our friends whom we love dearly. Since the original plan was for the two of us to have the evening all to ourselves, we agreed on having brunch to start the day off well. Look how that turned out for us. I scramble out of bed, and I nearly hit the floor as my legs give out from under me. Luckily, Charlie was right behind me and was able to catch me in time.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, just sore.”

“Yessss.” I fake slap his chest before we resume in the chaos, frantically throwing on decent outfits. I toss Charlie one of his band shirts turned muscle tees after hopping into a pair of jeans. Once dressed, I run to the bathroom and pass a brush through my hair in a frenzy before I begin brushing my teeth at lightning speed. Charlie appears beside me to brush his own teeth, and I’m practically sprinting out of the bathroom as he does.

“Don’t forget to fix your hair!” My legs nearly give out once more as I struggle to slip on my favorite pair of sneakers. Once I’m upright again, and stable, I grab both of our wallets and the keys to the house and car and shove them into my bag. Together we bolt out the door and clamber into Charlie’s orange Subaru.

In a nice contrast to all the rushing around we’ve done this morning, Charlie drives at a regular speed; thankfully, we make it to the restaurant in one piece. As soon as he puts the car in park the two of us run to the entrance to see our friends waiting at an outdoor table on the patio. Charlie and I finally made it, albeit a tad out of breath.

“Charlie, Y/n, nice of you to finally join us.”

“11:44 on the dot. Not your latest arrival, but an honorable mention,” Savannah jeers, waving me over to sit beside her.

“What happened this time?”

“Overslept. My usual alarm didn’t go off, I must’ve forgotten to turn it on last night.”

“Classic.” I’m distracted from Owen’s teasing when Savannah’s humorous smile drops. She’s looking at me with an emotion I can’t distinguish.

“You okay?” She simply nods and then pushes her chair back.

“I need to pee and you do too. Come on, Y/n.” And without allowing me to reply, she has me up out of the chair and briskly walking toward the bathroom. It isn’t until we’re outside the single stall that I noticed she grabbed my bag from the back of my chair. Once she’s locked us both in the room, she looks at me with wide eyes and a suppressed smile.

“What’s going on?”

“What’s this?” She answers my question with a question, before using her left index finger to poke the right side of my neck.

“Ow!” My face drops once I realize. Brushing past her, I move to stand in front of the bathroom mirror, inspecting the assemblage of love bites all over my neck area. Savannah merely giggles at the realization before opening my bag.

“You don’t have a sponge, so we’re gonna have to use our fingers.” I turn around to look at her, not through the mirror and find a bottle of full-coverage concealer in her hands.

“How did that get in there?”

“I put it in there last week after you had to spend the whole day adjusting your shirt around your collar bones to hide more of these.” She gives a vague gesture to the marks on my neck and begins applying the makeup.

“You’re a lifesaver.”

“And you are unbelievable. That was literally last week, and you’re already marked up again. Don’t you and Charlie ever just make love? Does it always have to be ‘ravage one another’s body’?”

“I mean, occasionally. I don’t know, sweet and tender isn’t really our thing.”

“Clearly.” Savannah steps back to survey her work, “Okay, you’re covered but be careful because I didn’t pack setting spray.”

“I am forever indebted to you.”

“You don’t need to worry about me. It’s Owen that you should pray doesn’t notice.”

“God, you’re right.”

“If I were solely judging by his hair, I’d have guessed you guys went at it this morning and not last night.”

“Shit, he’s probably marked up, too.”

“Well, I didn’t bring him concealer, and you two are not the same shade soooo… sorry.” I shake my head dismissively as I hold the bathroom door open for her behind me.

“Better him than me.”

“How was it though? You told me you’d text me updates.”

“Yeah, and then I didn’t set an alarm. But no, it was… so good. I’m like, sore.”

“Okay, we’re entering TMI territory so let’s find something to talk about before we’re back within earshot.”

“What are your Valentine’s plans for the rest of the day?”

“I might get frozen yogurt and watch a movie, haven’t really decided. I would ask what you and Charlie are doing, but based on this morning, I think I can guess.”

Just as Savannah and I did, the two boys fall silent once we approach the table; when the four of us are settled, I take a quick glance over the menu, as if I’m unsure of what I want.

“Okay, in the spirit of St. Valentine, let’s talk love. Tell us about your first kiss, Y/n.” Savannah eyes me, already knowing the horrendous story. I deadpan,

“No.”

“Wait, I’m actually curious. I don’t think I know this story.” Charlie leans forward in his seat, placing his forearms on the table in front of him.

“See what you’ve done?” Savannah merely shrugs and takes a smug sip from her water glass. “No, I’m not doing this. Why don’t you tell us about your first kiss, Sav?”

“I asked you first.”

“Fine, be that way. Charlie, tell us about your first kiss.”

“Well, I don’t know I-”

“Come on, what’s ‘love-master’ Charlie’s origin story?” Owen teasingly pats Charlie on the back, and the four of us all fall under a shocked silence at the sound of Charlie hissing in pain. My lips part in surprise but quickly press shut in a moment’s realization.

“You okay?” Don’t do it, Owen.

“Yeah, I’m fine just-”

“Oh my god.” Upon patting Charlie’s back, the fabric of his shirt moved out of the way to reveal a conglomerate of scratches across the surface of his sun-kissed skin. Owen laughs out in disbelief before poking one of the scratches again, causing Charlie to smack his hand away.

“Holy shit, did you get mauled by a bear?” Owen then gasps in a realization that I’d pray he wouldn’t have, and he begins to laugh even harder. “That good, huh Y/n?” My face heats up a million degrees and I cover my face with one hand as a desperate defense mechanism.

“It’s not a big deal, Owen.” Thank god, Savannah’s come to the rescue. “They just got a head start on Valentine’s Day is all.”

“Okay, can we please change the subject?” I plead as I’ve already had enough of their laughter. Charlie gives me a look that is both apologetic and embarrassed and I let out an exaggerated sigh as a response.

The rest of our brunch date is still a good time minus the occasional interjectory joke about my and Charlie’s romantic all-day-affair yesterday. Our foursome disassembles, already planning the next group outing post-Valentine’s intimacy.

“That was absolutely humiliating,” I state, buckling my seatbelt in the passenger's side as Charlie begins pulling out of the parking spot.

“You want me to be gentler next time?” Charlie asks sincerely and extends his right hand over the center console to rub a comforting circle on top of my thigh over the fabric of my jeans. The gesture pulls the warmth in my heart and the butterflies in my stomach a little lower.

“...No,” I admit shyly. The confession elicits a small, cocky chuckle from Charlie. He then gives me an affirming squeeze before tracing the seam along my inner thigh in a way that is too sensual to mistake his intentions.

The entire car ride home, the feeling of Charlie’s fingertips ghosting up my leg makes my heart beat a little faster and ignites a subtle heat where I wish he’d trail his hand up to. I’m sure my desire is apparent to Charlie but he doesn’t say anything about it. When we get back to our home, I stick the key in the lock and open the front door but freeze as I feel Charlie pressing into my entire backside. He leans down to playfully bite part of my earlobe as his hands come to rest on my hips.

“You said you didn’t want me to be gentle?” All of my senses are clouded by dense arousal so all I can do is nod. He airily laughs, a warm breath dusting the surface of my skin and I shudder involuntarily. “Go inside.”

After closing the door behind us, Charlie shoves me up against it, his hand behind my head to prevent me from actually getting hurt. He kisses my lips forcefully but doesn’t linger, and instead trails down the column of my throat. The kisses are rough in between small bites of affection, surely leaving more marks that I’ll have to wake up early to cover tomorrow. Or just not go anywhere. After this, it’s looking like the latter.

“You want me to rough you up a little bit? Huh?”

“Yes.” The love bites Charlie’s leaving behind become harsher on my skin, as he trails further down my neck, across my collarbones. “Charlie, can we…?”

“Can we what? Tell me what you want.”

“Please-“

“Please what? Use your words.”

“Please, fuck me.”

“Your wish is my command.” And with that Charlie pulls me into the bedroom, stealing kisses in between steps. Charlie moves to sit me on the bed but as he grabs me by the hips, I maneuver to switch places and push him down onto the bed. He looks at me with a mix of surprise and excitement, taking the hand that pushed him between his own. I smile delicately when Charlie presses a gentle kiss to my knuckles. That is the last trace of softness.

The two of us begin stripping out of our brunch clothes as fast as we can. It’s as if we’re running out of time. We’re both almost fully naked but before I can get my panties off Charlie’s lips are back on mine. His movements are swift, kiss after kiss is filled with an unrivaled lust that is glorious.

Crawling onto the bed, Charlie stays close behind, never allowing any loss of contact between us. I recover to a sitting position and Charlie wraps his arm under my stomach and presses a line of kisses across my shoulder blades.

“Can I take you like this?” He asks earnestly, running his hands over the vast expanse of my bare skin. I choke out a desperate plea and my breathing softens once I feel the absence of Charlie’s touch on my body. When I turn around I see him searching the room like a madman.

“What are you doing?”

“I can’t find any more condoms. I think we used them all last night.”

“What? We only used three.”

“I don’t know! Maybe I dropped some?”

“Fuck it. Charlie if I’m not getting absolutely rawed in the next ten seconds I will walk out that door.” He doesn’t need any more encouragement than that and is back on the bed. Charlie grabs both sides of my face to bring me in for a long passionate kiss before taking his place behind me. His warm hands fall from my face to my waist, gripping the skin slightly.

Charlie sits back on his heels and moves my body back to hover over his. He runs a sensual path with his fingers down the sides of my body and slips one down through the growing wetness between my legs. Tracing the arousal over my quivering clit. The anticipation of the moment has heightened my sensitivity and as a result, I let out a whine. My whimpering continues when I feel him run the tip of his erection through the wetness. As I open my mouth to nag him for moving so slow, Charlie slams his entire length inside of me at once, causing me to cry out in pleasure. I can tell it feels incredible for him too by the way he’s gripping my hips. If he didn’t leave bruises yesterday, he definitely will today.

It doesn’t take long for him to figure out a tempo that’s comfortable for the both of us and my labored panting fills the room. Charlie lets out a groan followed by a laugh because we could both feel the physical reaction I had to the noise he had let out. Wrapping his right arm across my stomach, Charlie reaches the left up to grab my tits, and roughly bite another hickey on my shoulder. He uses his right arm to pull my body into his own torso, and shifting his hips he makes a few adjustments. Charlie shifts one more time and when he thrusts back into me I cry out so loud surely our neighbors will put in a noise complaint.

“There we go,” he grunts to himself, but our proximity allows me to hear. Repeatedly thrusting into that spot, my eyes flutter closed in pleasure. Charlie resumes leaving harsh, lingering kisses, and love bites down the side of my neck, moaning into them in ecstasy. As I feel my heat begin to pulse, Charlie knows I’m close and tries to grab my attention.

“Hey, hey. Look at me.” I will my eyes open and turn to look. The pleasure of his movements is so overwhelming that in between moans and shallow breaths, I find myself leaning my head back to rest on his bare shoulder. “I want you to look at me as you come undone.”

“Okay.” I swallow hard from how dry my mouth is from panting so hard for so long. Each next thrust is measured and the sound of our labored breathing and pleasured moans fill the electrified air.

“Charlie.”

“I’m close. Where do you want-”

“Just stay inside.”

“You sure?” Before I can give a coherent response my orgasm tears through me like a wildfire. I’m doing my best not to scream and what comes out is a mix between a strangled cry and a deep, guttural groan. Adding to my ecstasy, Charlie reaches down to trace tiny circles over my clit and I feel tears of overstimulation prick the length of my lower lash line. While Charlie fucks me through my high, I feel his movements stutter and the familiar twitch before he relaxes his hold on my body. The two of us collapse back onto the bed in a symphony of gasps and bliss-fueled laughter.

“Happy Valentine's Day,” he says behind a smile.

“I love you. That was the first time I’ve forgone condoms…” I state to the ceiling in a moment’s realization, “How do I get this out of me?”

***

A/n: I really am so sorry about the slow churn of writing. I’ve gotten busy with classes and though I knew this was coming I’m still upset that I can’t spend more time writing. On top of that being in a block has been really rough but it’ll pass with time I hope :)

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