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scealaiscoite · 3 months

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valentine’s prompts; tropes ˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🍊 ꒱

ੈ✩‧₊˚ friends to lovers

¹⁾ “you really planned this?! remind me how you’re single, again?”

²⁾ “thanks for making today a little less depressing.”

³⁾ “has it occurred to you that we’ve spent more valentine’s days with each other than with people we’ve actually been dating?”

⁴⁾ “c’mon, like i need an excuse to spend time with you.”

⁵⁾ “i can’t help but think that this is a little more effort than someone would normally put in for their friend.”

ੈ✩‧₊˚ coworkers to lovers

¹⁾ “if you’re still wondering who left those flowers at your desk, i think i’m ready to put your mind at ease.”

²⁾ “you’re telling me you really have nowhere better to be than here today?”

³⁾ “c’mon, it’s not like haven’t shared a dinner whilst working late before. it doesn’t have to mean anything different just because of the day that’s in it.”

⁴⁾ “someone’s been leaving valentines for me all over the building today, and i’m pretty sure i know who.”

⁵⁾ “i don’t have any plans after work, and i know you haven’t either. how about we keep each other company instead of spending it alone?”

ੈ✩‧₊˚ roommates to lovers

¹⁾ “before you say anything about me being at home tonight, i want to remind you that you are too.”

²⁾ “i thought that since we both had nowhere to be today, we could make a day of it. just ourselves.”

³⁾ “i’m guessing that the fact you’re already home will tell me everything i need to know about how your date went.”

⁴⁾ “wow, someone’s looking good. hot date, or what?”

⁵⁾ “i’m happy i got to spend the day with someone i actually care about.”

ੈ✩‧₊˚ exes to lovers

¹⁾ “don’t tell me; you had so much fun with me last year, that you just couldn’t resist spending it with me again.”

²⁾ “wow, you really don’t have anyone special in your life at the minute.”

³⁾ “ i wanted to treat you how i should’ve before.”

⁴⁾ “you really thought i wouldn’t remember what you like? please, give me a little credit.”

⁵⁾ “maybe if things had gone like this every year, we wouldn’t have ended up the way we did.”

ੈ✩‧₊˚ secret relationship

¹⁾ “are you telling me we can’t do anything to mark the day?”

²⁾ “i understand if you don’t want to, but i wanted to tell you that i planned a few things for us today.”

³⁾ “it’s so much less than what you deserve, but it’s all i could think to do given the circumstances.”

⁴⁾ “and here i was, expecting just an anonymous bunch of flowers.”

⁵⁾ “i couldn’t think of a better night to show everyone how in love with you i am.”

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ronearoundblindly · 3 months

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A Casual Kiss

Bucky Barnes x reader, one of my Valentine's Fics of 2024

It's just adorable fluff, really. No warnings. Divider by @cafekitsune WC 547

A lot has happened to Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes over his long life. He used to be a ladies’ man and a traditional sort of soldier. He used to have all his natural limbs. He used to take maybe a touch too much pride in his appearance. A lot has also changed.

Wars change people. Injuries change people. People simply change over time.

And Bucky Barnes has been around a long, long time.

You knew all this from the beginning, of course, because his whole tragic history had already been slashed across newspapers and television by the time you started work in the same building.

He started out cold, then he became reserved, and then he was cautious. You didn’t even know he knew your name until the day he—very formally and awkwardly—asked you out, and the relationship developed…predictably.

That’s the best word for it. Predictable.

There were a few dates before he hugged you goodnight. The next time, he kissed your cheek. The next, you got a chaste peck on the lips. So on and so forth.

Measured increments of intimacy.

It was predictable and still wonderful.

Bucky isn’t good with ‘easy-breezy’ anything, you see. He’s intense and considerate. He plans ahead and for all contingencies, and so you’re taken aback by this random passing in of your department leaving the conference room and Buck’s team coming in.

There’s plenty of people around. Normally, that means a kind smile, perhaps being asked to step aside for a moment so he can say hello and check on your day, maybe check on your plans for dinner, but today? Today is different.

He’s smiling alright, smiling wider and brighter than you’ve ever seen him on the job. His shoulders are relaxed and loose. He’s strutting right for you, and suddenly, like a choreographed dance move, he twists, kissed your forehead, and twists again, still walking but backwards now.

Bucky winks at you as his metal hand finishes a soft graze down your arm.

Butterflies erupt in your stomach.

“Love you, doll,” he whispers though at least half the room can probably hear.

It’s not as if no one knows at work. You’ve dated for months, and for that whole stretch, Bucky’s been a perfect gentleman, just very…not casual. This is new.

So why not make it even stranger?

Your boyfriend snaps his flesh fingers like he just remembered something, nearly skipping the couple of feet to your side.

“Hey, so, I know we were doing movie night, but Sam’s taking some folks out to the corner bar. His treat.”

You can’t help but snort.

“Oh? And let me guess. You—who is unable to get drunk—would like to make him pay for the multiple bottles of top-shelf liquor you can consume.”

Bucky waggles an eyebrow, and you’re stunned.

“Know me so well,” he coos, leaning in to plant one more solid smooch on your lips.

Your lipstick stains his mouth until Bucky’s tongue wipes it away.

“I’ll pick you up at your office.”

You’ve hardly controlled the flutter in your gut but now have a grin fighting to break free. All you can do is nod, heading for the exit, thinking:

People always change over time…and sometimes, change is for the better.

A/N: Yeah, so, absolutely no one requested this and I don't care because HE DESERVES THE KISSES.

James Mace and a kiss without motive ⬅️ ➡️ Jake Jensen and a kiss to distract

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youneedsomeprompts · 1 year

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~ VALENTINE'S DAY ~ PROMPTS

requested by: anonymous

Feel free to use and reblog!

a bouquet of their favourite flowers

surprise date night

"But I thought you never liked valentine's day?" "Surprise!"

having sleepless nights because they can't think of the perfect gift

getting asked out via a smudgy scribble on a coffee cup

cooking an intricate dinner for their loved one

slow-dancing in the living room

"I like when you're being so soft."

doing all things romance, so they don't have to do it the rest of the year

decorating the bedroom extra special

going on a first date and not realising it's valentine's day

going on a platonic date and being mistaken for a couple

"That's really all I need. Some time with just you."

writing a heartfelt letter

forcing their s/o to watch a soppy movie

going on a spontaneous road trip to get away from everyone

"If you'd ask me, every day could be valentine's day."

taking extra care of their s/o

giving their s/o a massage

repeating the same valentine's traditions every year

love confessions

having their anniversary on valentine's day

"Oh, you're the sweetest!"

celebrating with a bottle of champagne

staying in and having a lazy day because that's what they enjoy most

a bubbly bath together

"You know, I love doing crazy stuff on valentine's day."

giving their s/o a valentine's calendar

having a romantic picnic

taking candid pictures of their s/o to capture the special moments

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im-not-corrupted · 3 months

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Well I gotta send in a request now!

How about 4 - "Well, this is rather cliché" with Dreamling? ❤️ (Happy early V-day btw!)

Oooo this one was fun! Happy early Valentine's day!

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He has, admittedly, been avoiding Hob Gadling for quite some time now.

There is a valid reason, regardless of whether or not Matthew and Johanna believe him. There is simply too much in his head, his chest a mess of tangled feelings, and he knows already how this ends. This is a story he has lived through plenty of times before; it never ends well, and there are some things that are simply not worth it in the end.

Like ruining the friendship he and Hob have now. It has taken years for them to get to this point, and he values his friend's company far more than he'll ever be able to put into words at this point. He decided, when he realised that his own feelings went a little bit beyond friendship, that it would be simple to just--avoid it all. To not think about it.

Not thinking about it is harder than Dream would like. His thoughts turn to Hob constantly, unbidden, and there is no escaping it, not unless he buries himself in his work. In his writing.

Which he has tried his best to do, only Matthew and Lucienne both seem to believe that isn't healthy of him. This, he supposes, might very well be true, but he doesn't quite have the capacity to care.

Until Matthew and Johanna both decide to interfere. Which is how he ends up in the back of Johanna's car, with Matthew singing terribly off-key to the music blasting from the radio, a situation he thinks might very well be his own personal kind of hell. He already has a headache forming and has a feeling it'll only get worse as the evening goes on--he doesn't have a clue as to why he is here, but it cannot be good.

There is a reason he does not often talk to people. Really, the friendships he has with Johanna and Matthew weren't really his choice--they both wormed their way into his life without asking and somehow managed to stick around.

He is not. Unhappy. With that. He has come to value their friendship, too. They care for him, even if he cannot quite understand why.

Still. He does not often talk to people, and that is simply because that does not go hand-in-hand with his own lifestyle. He wishes to remain inside the walls of his apartment, where he doesn't have to think too hard on...on everything. On his own subconscious insistence on ruining almost every good thing he has. Inside his apartment, he can simply...write. Play music. Get out of his own head until its noise doesn't feel quite so overwhelming, until it becomes manageable.

This. Is not manageable. It is not. And though he is fond of both Matthew and Johanna--he is, even if he has some difficulty showcasing it--he already wishes they had not dragged him out.

"What," he asks eventually, when Matthew grows bored of the radio and the silence grows too heavy, "am I doing here?"

It is a question he has asked at least four times already. It is a question he will continue to ask until he gains an answer. If he does, that is. He has never been very good at surprises--he is not very good at surprises here either.

Matthew twists around in the passenger seat, shooting him a grin that Dream can only describe as 'mischievous'. Which, really, doesn't bode well at all. "Oh, you'll see!"

"I hope you realise just how uncomforting that is," he deadpans.

Johanna tells him, "Get over it. This is for your own fucking good."

He almost asks what that means--almost, because his eyes are trained on the windows, and he knows these streets. Has walked them a couple of times before now.

This is the route to The New Inn.

"The New Inn?" he asks, and dread opens up, a chasm beneath him. His stomach drops to the floor of the car. "What--"

"The New Inn," Matthew confirms. The grin on his face has only gotten wider, though that fades when he looks at Dream. He sighs before saying, "Listen. Dream. You can't avoid the man forever."

"I can, if you stop interfering," he points out. He would appreciate less interference, actually. He would really appreciate less interference. Avoidance may hurt--and, god, it does, he has ached and ached since he first realised just how foolish he was being by daring to want more--but it is the best option. The only option, at least until he has his own feelings under some semblance of control. He will not allow this to ruin what he has with Hob, something the two of them fought for painstakingly.

It took years. Of Hob's persistence, and his saint-like patience. It took years of Dream avoiding whatever kindness he was offered, believing himself to be above it all, until his life was abruptly ruined by Burgess.

It took a lot of time to get over that one afterwards. But Hob was there, a shoulder to cry on if he needed it, an anchor in the middle of the storm. Johanna and Matthew, he met those two afterwards, but Hob--he was there since the beginning, and held him through it all.

Dream is grateful for him. For him, and for his older sister Death, who decided to offer him kindness, too. He can't ruin their friendship. What would he do without it? Without the chance to see Hob's smile, warm and gentle and loving, every time the two of them saw each other?

He would rather avoid the other man for a few weeks, until his heart outgrows its foolishness, than attempt to pursue anything. It will not end well--he has a long line of failed relationships to prove that one, and doesn't want to add Hob's name onto the end of that list. He will not be the one to ruin Hob.

Johanna snorts. She doesn't look back at him, for she's the one driving and she wisely keeps her eyes on the road, but if she could, Dream just knows she'd give him a very unimpressed glare. She's rather impressive at those. "Fuck off," she says, her voice sharp. "Have you even texted him in the last fucking week? The man's a wreck!"

"...I texted him," he answers. It is weak, though the answer isn't a lie. He has texted Hob, though only once before he decided the best option would be to simply turn off his phone. At least that way his attempts to get over his infatuation will be undisturbed. But he did. He has a feeling, though, that Johanna meant more than just once.

Then the rest of what Johanna said dawns on him, and guilt flares, ready to swallow him whole. "A wreck? Is he alright?"

"Well, you haven't texted him for what--three, four weeks now?" Johanna asked. "What the fuck do you think? He's asked me twice now to make sure you aren't dead in a ditch already."

"You need to talk to him," Matthew piped in. "So neither of you go insane."

"I'm not going insane," he protests, but it falls on deaf ears. Which, he supposes, might be due to the fact that Johanna is pulling up in front of The New Inn now.

It looks...surprisingly empty, despite the lights on in the windows. He blinks at the sight. It is Valentine's Day, so it certainly comes as a surprise. It isn't necessarily the most romantic of places to take a partner, but it does happen. Dream remembers the bustle of last year's Valentine's Day rather well, and he wonders why it is so empty now.

Perhaps Hob simply decided to forgo Valentine's day celebrations this year and leave The New Inn closed for the day. That doesn't quite fit with his perception of Hob, but it is a good and reasonable answer that fits a tiny bit too well with Johanna's previous statement of 'The man's a wreck', which is...discomfiting.

"Alright, in you go," Matthew tells him.

Dream simply stares at the building and makes no attempt to move.

"For fuck's sake, go," he says again. "We'll be here to drive you back if everything goes as bad as you seem to think it will. You need to fucking talk already. It's either that or we sit here all night."

The thing is--the thing is, honestly, that now that the opportunity is close enough for him to grasp, every part of him wants to walk into The New Inn. To see Hob again, to bask in the light of his company, despite every bit of logic telling him that it is, perhaps, the worst idea he's had in years.

But he has never been particularly great at resisting impulses, and certainly not ones he knows will end badly. So he sighs heavily and simply says, long-suffering and exhausted, "Very well."

It is, in the end, an easy feat to open the door of the car. The evening air is cold, stinging his face instantly, and he shivers in his coat as he makes the walk up to The New Inn, deciding it is simply best to ignore Matthew's far too loud call of Go get him, tiger that Dream is fairly sure the entire neighbourhood also heard.

He stands there for a couple of moments. Now that he is really there, that the door is in front of him, crossing that threshold seems suddenly impossible. He should--he should turn back, should leave before it all goes wrong. What was he thinking, deciding this would be a good idea?

He doesn't get to turn back. The door opens before he can put thought into action, and Hob is standing there, haloed by the lights on inside. He looks--well, he looks just as lovely as always, and the one on Dream's face is one so warm that it makes his heart flip in his chest. He rues that, the ease with which all his attempts to put distance between his feelings and himself are made futile simply by glancing at Hob's face.

"You're here," the other man breathes, and without warning, Dream is pulled into a hug.

It is. Warm. Lovely. Everything Dream has wanted these last few weeks, since deciding avoidance was the best route to go down. And he can't help but to hug back, a little awkward but still heartfelt.

It is over sooner than he wants it to be, but he resists the urge to pull Hob back. That, he thinks, really would make distancing himself from his feelings difficult, and things are hard enough as it is.

"Come on, come in," his friend says, and he pulls Dream by the wrist inside. It isn't a particularly rough grip--he is careful with Dream, gentle, and though the prideful part of him always rears its head at the display of tenderness, for he doesn't want to be treated or seen as weak, he is grateful for it--and he can pull away easily, but he follows along instead, soon engulfed by the cosiness of The New Inn instead of the frigid cold outside.

Despite his earlier theories, Hob did not forgo Valentine's Day celebrations. If anything, he seemed to have gone above and beyond, at least with the decorations--there are red and white decorations everywhere. Heart balloons, streamers, little heart-shaped decorations upon the tables--it is an assault on his senses, one he didn't expect, and he takes a second to take in the sight. It certainly requires some adjustment.

"Well, this is..." he starts, but lets the sentence trail off.

Beside him, Hob snorts. When Dream turns to look at him, he rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. "Rather cliché, I know," he says wryly. "This was all Matthew. He...thought this would be a good idea? For...some reason? I have to admit, I'm not entirely sure what his thought process here was. I only said I wanted to talk to you, to make sure you were alright, and he did...this."

"...Ah." He has a feeling he understands Matthew's thought process exactly, and resolves to never consult Matthew in such matters again. "I believe I understand what happened."

"Well, I'm glad someone does," Hob says with a quiet laugh. It's not as joyous as his laughs usually are. "Listen, Dream--if I did something wrong, if I was coming on too strong, tell me? I can back off. I don't want to drive you away. You mean a lot to me."

Dream...takes a second to process. Stares at Hob, a bit baffled and not entirely sure he heard that correctly, before asking, "...Coming on too strong?"

"I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, or anything, only I was sure you felt...similarly. I'm sorry if I got that wrong."

He thinks back to their last interaction--the kindness of Hob's smile, the way he took Dream's hand in his, asking whether Dream wants to Come up to my flat, love? We can watch a movie, or I can make you dinner, whatever you feel like, and looks at it in a new light entirely. "You...Want more. Than friendship. From me."

It does not seem possible, not in any sense of the word. But, god, does Dream want it.

He laughs quietly, self deprecating, and tugs on his earlobe. It is an incredibly endearing action, that, and Dream adores him very much. "I didn't make it obvious enough?" he asks, then shakes his head. "Listen. I want--I want whatever you want. If that's just friendship, that's fine with me. But...yes. Yes, I would like...something more. With you."

The smile that breaks across his face is unbidden, but not necessarily unwelcome. He swallows down the nerves, the anxiety, and considers. If...If Hob wants more, too, if his own wants aren't monstrous, undesired...perhaps there will be no ruining their friendship. Perhaps he can take a chance, if only here.

He steps forward, takes Hob's hand in his. "I am not. Particularly great at this," he admits.

Hob raises a brow. "I might've noticed."

Dream glares at him. He doesn't really mean it. Its effect is significantly weakened by the smile that remains on his face. "But. I would like something more with you, too. If you would have me, still."

Eyes widening, Hob says, "Of course I would, Dream. Of course I would. Now that we're on the same page..." His hand tightens in Dream's. "Do you want to come upstairs? For a movie, or for dinner? For both? And to...talk, we should do that too."

He places a kiss, feather-soft and gentle, to Hob's cheek. "Yes. I think I would like that a lot."

Hob beams at him, and Dream thinks that this cannot be anything other than a good thing.

#the sandman #dreamling #dream of the endless #hob gadling #dreamling fic #the sandman fic #eris writes things #my fic #valentine's day prompts

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kydrogendragon · 3 months

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Hey love :)!

If you're taking prompts, I would love to see number 6 from the Valentine prompts for Dreamling. Please.

This was a cute one to write. Thank you for the prompt!!! <3

Pairing: Dreamling Words: 1000 Warnings: None Ao3 Link Here

Hob has been acting... strange.

He has become more physical as of late. Dream finds he does not mind the gentle touch of his friend’s hand on his shoulder nor the way he will grab it and lead Dream where he wishes to go. He especially finds he does not mind the way it feels to have Hob’s arms wrap around him and pull him close before Dream leaves. Most recently, he finds he does not mind the way Hob’s fingers feel when they card through his hair after they ducked inside from the sudden downpour. Dream, of course, could fix his own hair with a single thought, but Hob, instead, flopped a towel atop his head and dried it himself. He even went through the effort of trying to fix the styling. Dream lets him. It is, perhaps, a selfish desire. But Hob does not seem to mind and Dream does not either.

Friends touch. This is a simple fact. Human friends, especially, as humans in general require such things. This is easy enough to explain away. The gifts are slightly harder to, however.

Hob, as Dream has come to learn, enjoys giving gifts. At least, he enjoys giving Dream gifts for each time he has come to visit, there has been something that Hob has left him with. First it was simple foods or drinks he’d bought with Dream in mind. Then it was a sweater — all black with hints of silver thread woven within — for Dream to have should he wish to wear something else while in the Waking. All of these, as Dream flipped through the collective unconscious, could easily be explained by friendship. Even the flowers that Hob had bought for him could be, though Dream would be lying if he did not wish they meant something more.

The bouquet of roses and chocolates from the shop they have visited previously — the one Dream had commented on enjoying the daydreams infused within — could also, theoretically, be gifts from a friend. It was harder to believe, however, given the day was currently Valentine’s Day; a day for lovers in the modern mortal world.

Dream stares down at the offering that rested on the kitchen table in Hob’s flat. Hob was not home. Not yet. He would be soon. And Dream should not assume that these were for him, either. It is more likely that Hob has purchased these for someone he wishes to pursue. Or perhaps these were given to him instead.

He trails a finger across the supple red petals and allows himself a sigh. Were they for him, though, Dream would in turn shower Hob with all the riches the Dreaming could provide. He would show him the love and affection he has wished to ever since his friend first laid a hand upon his own. These are foolish thoughts. They are unproductive and no nothing save harm Dream’s heart further. Hob is his friend. He would not jeopardize that for anything.

The front door opens and with it enters a smiling Hob. “Hello duck! You’re early! Saw your gift already then, did you?” He says, chuckling as he sets down his bag and shuffles off his coat onto the rack. Dream’s eyes trail back down to the offerings on the table.

“These are for me?”

“Yeah,” Hob says, kicking his shoes off and walking closer. He stuffs his hands in his back pockets as he approaches the table, a color rising to his cheeks. “Figured it was worth the final, classic attempt. Ya know? Given that it’s Valentine’s Day and all. Bit cheesy, I suppose.”

Dream blinks. “I... I do not understand.”

Hob stares up at him as he bites his lip. He is disappointed. Dream frowns. He does not like that Hob is disappointed. “Should I write you a fancy poem, instead? Maybe that’ll work since nothing else has yet.” He says, laughing with a sorrow tone as he turns his gaze to the flowers.

“Hob…”

“I just… I thought I’ve been really obvious about how I feel, but apparently not. This is me asking you out. This is me doing my damnedest to court you.” He looks back up to Dream, his eyes wide and also fearful.

Hob... wishes to court him. Perhaps he should have viewed his friend’s actions more critically. He has caused him undue suffering because of it.

Dream feels a myriad of things. Mainly elation, but also confusion and worry. His relationships do not have a good track record, as Matthew would put it. And he would not wish to lose Hob in his life, even if it meant the chance at having him as he wishes. He must have been silent for some time as Hob’s face has fallen by the time he next speaks.

“Just tell me, Dream. It’s fine if you don’t feel the same, God knows it was a long shot as is. You’re still my friend, that hasn’t changed. I just... I need to know if this is pointless for me. So I can start working on getting over it, you know?”

He finds his lips moving before he thinks. “It. Is... not. Pointless. I— I am not good at friendship. In truth, you are one of the few I have ever had. I did not want to make assumptions and drive you away from me.”

Hob’s brows shoot into his hairline. “You... you feel the same, then?”

Dream nods, slowly. “Well, that’s good news indeed.” Hob reaches out his hand and Dream sets his own in his hold. “We can take it slow, you know. We’ve all the time in the world. No need to rush. And if for whatever reason, we decide this isn’t working, I’ll still be your friend, yeah? You can’t shake me that easily.”

He huffs, a smile working its way onto his face. “No. No, I suppose I should not have expected anything less of you, Hob Gadling.”

“So you liked your gifts then?”

“Very much.”

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abiiors · 4 months

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valentine's week

back again with sickly sweet writing prompts for the entirety of valentine's week! seven prompts for seven days 💗

no rules once again—you can write 1 or 2 or all 7 and post them between 12/02/24 and 18/02/24. as usual, i'm posting these a month in advance so people have the time to plan + write

i hope you guys participate again and i would absolutely love to read your fics so pls tag #valentine75 if you use these ♡♡♡

typed list of prompts under the cut

1] secret admirer 2] love potion 3] stupid cupid 4] promises to keep 5] lovers' quarrel 6] queen of hearts 7] dearly beloved

(ps: i made these for me and my mutuals in the 1975 fandom but if you want to use these for other fandoms, please feel free to do so :) however i'd really appreciate if you didn't use the valentine75 tag <33)

#reblogs are really appreciated <3 #the 1975 #matty healy #ross macdonald #george daniel #adam hann #valentine's day prompts #valentine's writing prompts #valentine's day #valentine's week #writing prompts #valentine75

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familyvideostevie · 3 months

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my dear i think i need 8. "I like when you're being so soft." with my bf sirius if you're feeling generous <3

valentine's day prompts 8. "I like when you're being so soft." | sirius black x reader summary: just a walk with your new-ish boyfriend. life is simple and good. | grumpy-ish!reader, fluff, teasing, silliness. new love is fun, people!!! | 0.7k a/n: cute, dude. anything for u and your bf. this was fun! first sirius in a while, hope it satisfies.

__ The sun hangs low in the sky, golden-hour light bathing the park in yellows and pinks. The warmth that has everyone outdoors on a February afternoon is slowly fading. You feel the chill nipping at your nose and your fingers and wish you brought gloves.

"I actually can't fucking believe it's not January anymore," Sirius says.

You knock your shoulder with his. "Weren't you complaining last week that January is the longest month?"

"Was that me?" He flicks a curl from his face, mouth tugging up in a smirk and nose ring glinting. "Doesn't sound like me. I'm not a whiner. You're probably thinking of James --"

His smirk turns to a shit-eating grin when you fail to swallow your laugh. It's just one of many in the park full of children running around, friends lounging on benches, and couples pressed close like you two.

Sirius is remarkably good at that -- making you laugh. Making you smile, pulling you out of your head. He likes it when you're in your head just fine, or so he says, but having someone willing to put in the effort is new. It's novel.

Well, new-ish, anyway. You've been seeing each other long enough that a walk in the park isn't really a date so much as spending time with him. You'd give him every spare moment if you could. You love whispering secrets in the dark, love the crease of your pillowcase on his cheek when he wakes up next to you. You love the riot that is his hair in the morning and the way he kisses you, the way he treats you like someone to be worshiped, like someone he's waited for, like --

"God, they're a fucking nightmare, aren't they?" he grumbles, tearing you from your thoughts. Sirius has tugged you to the edge of the pond to watch the two swans chase away ducks. "Don't know why anyone likes birds, if you ask me."

"They're romantic," you chide. "They mate for life, you know."

He laces your fingers together. "Nature expert, are you?"

"Come on." You roll your eyes, cheeks warm. "Everyone knows that," you mutter.

His thumb gently strokes the back of your hand. You can feel his eyes on you but you keep your gaze on the swans.

"News to me," Sirius says, softer. "Do you think that happens for us?"

The question surprises you. He's not the most romantic guy, your kind-of-boyfriend, preferring to leave that to his friends. He treats you plenty well and takes you on nice dates and calls you on days he doesn't see you but he's not exactly...serious. He's not open like this, at least not to you, not yet. Not outside of your bed. It's still so new, this feeling in your chest when you see him, when he touches you. The future stretches out in front of you and instead of being daunting, it's exciting. You want him there for it.

"Like, soulmates?"

You turn to look at Sirius just as he looks away, his own cheeks a little pinker than before. He wrinkles his nose and shrugs. You trace the strong line of his brows and his sharp jaw with your eyes and squeeze his hand.

"I guess so," he says. "Silly, I suppose."

"I don't think it's silly."

Sirius looks at you, dark eyes swirling with something you can't put a name to.

"No?"

You step a little closer to him, close enough that the tips of your shoes almost touch. He smells like leather and the cigarettes he sneaks when he's stressed. You inhale deeply.

"If birds can have that, why can't we?"

"Romantic."

"You started it," you whisper. Your eyes flutter shut and you feel his breath on your lips.

"I like when you're being so soft," he says.

Before you can retort, he's kissing you. It's firm but unhurried, just the press of his lips to yours, his tongue tracing the seam of them before he pulls away. On the scale of kisses you've had with him, it's pretty chaste, but your heart picks up all the same and you blink a few times when he pulls away.

"It's February," he says.

"Uh, yeah?" you say, a bit stupidly. "We -- we talked about that already."

He laughs and wraps his free arm around your shoulder to tug you in for a hug.

"Will you be my valentine?"

Before you can answer, a loud squawk startles you both. Sirius yelps and leaps back from the water's edge, pulling you with him.

"Fucking menaces!" he shouts. "Up to no good!"

The swans flap their way onto the path and crane their necks at you, hollering all the while.

You throw your head back and laugh.

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stelacole · 3 months

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valentine's day rp starters

﹡ ❝ ps..i love you. ❞ ﹡ ❝ just for you know, peonies are my favorite flowers. ❞ ﹡ ❝ i need your help organizing the perfect valentine's day for him/her/them﹗ ❞ ﹡ ❝ you are going to propose her/him/them on valentine’s day﹖ ❞ ﹡ ❝ did you know valentine's day in finnish means ystävänpäivä, which is "friends day" in english﹖ ❞ ﹡ ❝ i'm so spending the valentine's day alone﹗ ❞ ﹡ ❝ you are the best partner i have ever had. ❞ ﹡ ❝ he/she/they didn't even ask me out on a date on valentine's day﹗ ❞ ﹡ ❝ i love ________ more than anything in the world﹗ ❞ ﹡ ❝ i got you some chocolate and roses. ❞ ﹡ ❝ i just got dumped. on valentine's day. ❞ ﹡ ❝ hearts always makes me think of _______﹗ ❞ ﹡ ❝ cupid really needs to work it's magic on those two﹗ ❞ ﹡ ❝ i didn't know what to get you, so i kind of bought all these. ❞ ﹡ ❝ i have loved you for a long time﹗ ❞ ﹡ ❝ i love the presents you got me, but you are still my best present﹗ ❞

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syrips · 3 months

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happy Vampentine's Month! these are freeform for writing/art/works/wips, unfinished/lazy/fluff/angst/18+/sfw/whatever!! point is to have fun and be as freeform or whatever as you want!!

no credit or tags needed. no time limit or rules or restrictions. (you may want to trigger/content warning though for others though)

(you may credit/tag me/tag it however youd like. if you're curious, i personally will be using '#vampentine's 2024' as the tag but that is optional!)

any and all: medium/social media/method of creation/type/etc. - do whatever you want! this is entirely to tingle your imagination and have fun!

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Vampentine's Month (24!)

Wine

Charmed

Sweet

Bloodstain

Dinner

Corpse

Strawberry

Cloak

Kiss

Animal

Blush

Pale

Moon

Blood Moon

Candlelight

Darkness

Silk

Velvet

Bath

Stain

Bouquet

Wilting

Masquerade

Unseen

Mirror

Saer in Distress

Consort

Mine

Yours

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fanfics4all · 1 year

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Tell Me What You Want

Request: Yes / No Smut Prompts 27. “If you want to cum, then you better start begging.” Ginny Weasley X Male Reader Anon

Requests are open, but ONLY if they are Valentine’s Day related. (You can use prompts from this list or make up your own!) <3 Have a nice day/night

Ginny Weasley x Male!Reader

Word count: 1250

Warnings: Smut!

Y/N: Your Name

Prompt(s): “If you want to cum, then you better start begging.”

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We were laying close, relaxed with the cool air caressing our dampened skin. She stretched, feeling the bite marks I left on her back, the linen lightly scratching her spanked arse. Tucking a hand under her head, she turned to me. My head was propped on my hand as I smiled down at her. I lent over to toy with her hard nipple, rolling it between my fingers. I punched the nub harder with each twist. She moaned and arched her back. I eased the pressure, causing her to look up at him.

“I have an idea, love.” I muttered and her brows furrowed.

“I’m listening.” She said.

“Instead of me just taking you, why don’t you tell me what you want?” I asked.

“What? What do you mean?” She asked.

“Tell me what you want.” I answered, still playing with her breast. She squirmed slightly under my touch.

“I want you. Your pleasure, that’s all I ever want, you know that.” She said. I squeezed her breast slightly.

“What I want right now is for you to tell me what you want.” I said.

She looked into my eyes, captivated by them. I felt her heart thundering, in her chest. She arched her back, nudging more of her breast between my fingers as her hand moved lower between their bodies. I lessened my tweaking, I knew the light touch would driver her mad. Catching her wandering hand, I pinned it beside her head and she pouted.

“Tell me what you want, baby.” I soothed. She licked her dry lips and took a deep breath.

“Fine…” She muttered.

“I want you to kiss me.” She said and I placed a tiny, chaste kiss on the corner of her mouth.

“Like that?” I asked with a small smirk. She shook her head.

“On my lips.” She said. I lightly pressed my mouth to her, warm and moist ones. She slightly opened her lips, begging for my tongue. I didn’t give her it and she groaned in frustration.

“You’re going to have o tell me what you want.” I told her with a hint of amusement. She closed her eyes, the color rising to her cheeks. She took a deep breath and stared deep into my eyes. I had nothing but patience, I could do this all night.

“I want you to kiss me deep, with your tongue playing with mine, teasing me.” She said and I smiled, leaning down inches away from her face.

“Now that wasn’t so hard, was it?” I asked with a smirk.

Before she could reply, I reclaimed her mouth. My kiss teased her, lips moving over hers. Our tongues danced and caressed each other. She moved into me, deepening the kiss, her hands finding their way into my hair. Her nails scratched my scalp and I groaned slightly. She moaned deep in her throat. We spent a long moment exploring each other’s mouths.

“I want you to suck and tug my nipples.” She whispered after she reluctantly pulled away from me.

I slowly made my way to her breast, taking her nipples into my mouth. I sucked on the hard nub, my tongue swirling and flicking over the hardened flesh. My fingers tweaked her other, making it harden. She gripped my hair, holding me to her tits as she began to tremble in anticipation.

“I want you to bite me.” She requested. I sunk my teeth into her nipple, the sharp sensation causing her to cry out and buck from the bed.

“I want you to kiss me…lower.” She said. I moved to kneel between her legs, I looked at her stretched body before me. I softly kiss her pelvis with a smirk.

“Right there?” I asked.

“No.” She whined.

“Then where?” I asked, sitting back onto my heels. She looked deep into my eyes and my smirk grew.

“Tell me.” I said.

“My pussy.” She whispered. I pushed my hands under her arse, raising her slightly as I lowered my lips for an intimate kiss. She moaned as my mouth moved over her delicious pussy.

“Lick me!” She pleaded. My tongue pushed deep into her. Her clit was hard as I twirled the nub into my mouth. Her hips grinded into me, pressing deep into me. She grasped the headboard as she raised herself to better meet my warm lips.

“I-I want…” She groaned as I attacked her throbbing clit, leaving her gasping for air. I looked up, a small smile playing on my lips.

“What do you want, love? Tell me.” I asked.

“Oh fuck!” She moaned.

“I want…fuck.” She swore again as another rush took hold of her.

“I-I want you to finger my arse.” She said after she swallowed.

I slowly slid my finger into her arse, the wetness from her pussy coating my digit. Still looking at her, I dropped my mouth as my tongue rimmed her arse. She squealed and I felt her muscles part as my finger invaded her, slowly thrusting it’s length.

“Yes!” She exhaled.

“Suck my clit…please!” She begged. My lips rolled over her button, holding it between my teeth. I applied a gentle pressure. I lightly slapped the nub with my tongue, covering it with wide warm licks as my finger stroked in time. She writhed on the bed, her nipples hard as she began to grind against my mouth and finger. She shuddered and quivered. She tugged at my hair, raising my head.

“I want you to fuck me. Please. I need you to fuck me. Fuck me! Make me your slut again and again… Please! Oh Mirlin, please fuck me.” She begged. I climbed up her body and settled between her waiting thighs. I slowly slid into her, her walls gripping my shaft.

“I want you to kiss me… I want you to take me.” She sighed. I lowered my head, offering her my lips. She greedily took them, tasting herself. My tongue licked her lips, teasing her. She moaned, her hips moving against mine. Her fingers dug deep into my back, her legs wrapped around my hips. The air was think with the sent of sex, echoing sounds of slapping skin, and our cries of pleasure. My steady hard strokes drove her closer to the edge and I could feel it.

“I want to cum.” She moaned. I smirked down at her and went faster.

“If you want to cum, then you better start begging.” I said and she groaned.

“Please! Please let me cum! Please!” She begged. I felt her tighten around me, her nails scratching my back. Her moans became louder.

“You can do better than that, love.” I said.

“Please Y/N! Please I need to cum, please! I-I need it so bad please! Please let you’re slut cum!” She begged and I groaned.

“Cum for me, my little slut.” I growled. With those words and arched her back and shouted my name. I thrusted into her harder, jerking wildly. I grounded loudly as I released into her. Her legs squeezed, her walls convulsing as she milked me. I collapsed onto her, panting in her ear as she buried her face into my shoulder.

After a long moment, I rolled onto my back, taking her with me. She propped herself on her elbows, glazing down at me and lightly kissed me. I smiled up at her and gently rubbed her back.

“I love you.” She said quietly.

“I love you too.” I whispered and she captured my lips with hers.

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ultimatebethylficlist · 4 months

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#BHF23: Valentine's Day

The prompts for our Very Bethyl Valentine's Day this year are:

Blind Date

Confessions

Love Letters

These prompts can be interpreted however you wish. Post your fics, fanart, manips, etc. with the tag #bhf23 and we'll include your creation in a spotlight post for Valentine's Day!

(We know it's 2024 now, but who says the 2023 Bethyl Holidays Fest has to end so soon?)

If you post to AO3, don't forget we have a Bethyl Holidays Fest Collection that you can add your work to!

#bhf23 #bethyl holidays fest 2023 #bethyl fanfiction #bethyl fanart #valentine's day prompts

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scealaiscoite · 1 year

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*ೃ༄ valentine’s prompts ˚◞♡ ⃗

♡ “you didn’t have to go to all this effort just for me.”₁ “that’s why i did it. for you.”₂

♡ “i don’t know what kind of wine you’re meant to have with takeout, so i got both.”

♡ “could you have found a bigger teddy bear?!”

♡ “that’s more roses than i’ve ever seen in my life.”

♡ “flowers and a candlelit dinner?! have i swallowed a romance novel? did you?”

♡ “it’s not much, but i got you this.”

♡ “shush, i don’t want to hear it. you deserve all this and more, whether you believe it or not.”

♡ “you’re all i’ll ever want.”

♡ “i can’t believe you remembered this!”₁ “of course i did. you’re important to me.”₂

♡ “i could marry you right now.”

♡ “there’s nowhere else i’d rather be than with you.”

♡ “see, this is the true meaning of valentine’s day.”₁ “box wine and enough candy to kill a horse?!”₂ “you heard me.”₁

♡ “i wish every day could be like this.”

♡ “i think i deserve a kiss.”

♡ “you’ve never looked as beautiful as you do right now.”

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1st Love of Dragon Age Event

Valentine's might be for romance, but for these prompts, feel free to celebrate platonic as well as romantic love! The collection on AO3 is live if you want to add your works to it.

Use #Love of DA 2024 for this event. Prompts can be used after the event if you like!

No hate speech, play nice with others, tag your works accurately, etc. Basic internet stuff.

All media formats are welcome. Make a Solas-shaped pancake if you want. Draw a heart around it with maple syrup. I'm here for it.

Remember that tumblr has built-in community labels, and please use those if you need them. On that note, NSFW content is permitted. Just tag and/or label it.

You don't have to participate in every single prompt. This is just to give people a selection.

You won't like every work you see, and you're responsible for curating your own experience. Keep criticism to yourself unless expressly asked for feedback. I'm trusting you folks to be respectful, so don't let me down.

Next year, I'm hoping to have more notice and give people a chance to submit and/or vote on prompts.

I'll try to reblog your works, but I've got my own stuff going on, so it may not be prompt and I might not catch everything. @ this account in your post if you want to be sure I see it (since event tags can be different if you type yours with or without spaces, etc).

Copy and paste the prompts below:

Dragon Age Valentine’s Day Prompts Feb. 14th: Love Confessions Feb. 15th: Better As Friends Feb. 16th: Thought You Were Dead Feb. 17th: My Lover Is a BAMF Feb. 18th: The Fade Feb. 19th: Bickering Feb. 20th: LGBTQ Solidarity Feb. 21st: Fairytales Feb. 22nd: Duels Feb. 23rd: Metamour Friendship Feb. 24th: Platonic Flirting Feb. 25th: Awakening Feb. 26th: Chantry Bashing Feb. 27th: Post-Breakup Comforting Feb. 28th: Black Sheep Feb. 29th: Free Day

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Very well! XD Since four has been done how about...12

Now, that I can do!

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Waking up to his lover's face is something Hob Gadling wouldn't trade the world for, truly.

It's mid-afternoon when he does. The afternoon sun bathes the room in gold through a sliver in the curtains. He hadn't closed them properly the night before, but they were...otherwise occupied, in his defence. And his lover, Morpheus, still sleeps soundly beside him.

He's cute while he sleeps. He'd deny any comment about being cute instantly, of course—he prefers Hob to call him pretty or gorgeous, and Hob is more than happy to pile those compliments high. They are true, after all, and he believes his lover should know just how highly Hob thinks of him, even after twenty years of being in a relationship, and six hundred odd years of acquaintanceship before that.

The compliments never get old, not really. Morpheus preens every time Hob says something and feeds his still-intact arrogance and pride—he never really needed to be Endless for either of those things, not really. Hob loves that about him. Loves the slightly arrogant tilt to his chin, how regally he holds himself even if there isn't a crown upon his head anymore. (If he's telling the truth, he loves everything about Morpheus. There's not a single thing about him that Hob dislikes. They've had their moments, of course. Their frustrations. But they work through it, always, even when Morpheus is half convinced their spats are the end of the world, melodramatic bastard that he is. (Hob loves that, too.))

Cute, though, is the one that pops into his mind now as he gazes at his dozing lover. His hair is a worse mess than usual, a proper bird's nest, haloing his head where it rests on his pillow. He looks relaxed, in a way he rarely ever does during his waking hours. Even without the burden of Endlessness upon his shoulders, there is still a lot in his head.

It is easier now. He has had twenty years of being human to adjust to all of its messiness. Morpheus has told him, in the quiet of night—A time of confession, he'd mused at one point, and Hob does agree that there's something about the darkness of night time that makes being seen a little bit easier—that he aches less, these days. It is still there, and he has episodes where it aches so much more than usual, but they are easier to deal with.

Hob is glad for that. Glad his lover didn't take the easier way out. He thinks about it, sometimes, about how close he came to losing him—the thought catches him in its grasp, sometimes. Brings tears to his eyes. He does not like to imagine a world without his dearest friend.

He is glad that he never had to face that, not really. Instead, he gets this—soft, golden-lit mornings on Valentine's day, in which his lover continues to sleep and Hob gets to bask in the glory of having a love like this.

He does have plans for today, and he already woke up later than he would've liked. It is that thought that leads him to brush his lips against Morpheus's cheekbone in a gentle kiss, murmuring his name softly.

His lover doesn't sleep all that deeply. He dreams sometimes. There used to be nightmares, earlier on, that woke him in the middle of the night. He still has them sometimes, but they are rare. Occasional.

It's easy to wake him. He only needs to say his lover's name a little bit louder than he did the first time before Morpheus begins to stir slightly, and Hob smiles down at him with a soft, "Good morning, love."

Morpheus blinks up at him blearily. It takes him a moment to catch his bearings, but when he does, a smile splits across his face. It's soft, loving, and Hob loves the sight like he loves that of the rising sun at dawn. "Hello, lover," he murmurs, his voice raspy, still clinging onto sleep with some degree of determination. And then he blinks, seeming to recall something, before he moves to cup Hob's face with the palm of his hand. The band of his wedding wing is cold against Hob's skin. "And. Happy Valentine's Day, if I recall correctly."

"You do," Hob replies. He turns his head slightly, presses a kiss to the inside of Morpheus's wrist. "Happy Valentine's Day to you too, my love."

Immortality is great, truly.

Hob has never regretted a moment of it, not really. There have been moments, of course—the 1600s weren't great for him, and immortality didn't quite seem worth it when he spent practically every day for eighty years tired, hungry and so terribly cold. It never got bad enough for him to consider giving up—Hob didn't know what would be bad enough to make him consider that, not really—but despair was a familiar companion those years, and it was hard to find a reason to continue waking up every morning.

It got easier, just as it always does. If immortality taught Hob Gadling one thing, it would be this: there is very little in this world that lasts forever, and bad times aren't on that list. There is too much time for everything to remain the same in a world that is ever-changing, and no amount of bad times will make that any different.

Still, there are some downfalls to immortality. These downfalls will never be enough to make him ask for death. If he can live through the 1600s and come out of that with hope, then he knows he will only ever want to live.

One of those downfalls is the lack of constancy. Hob Gadling is immortal, but the rest of the world around him...is not. The rest of the world around him has a life span that lasts however many decades, and at the end of that, Hob still lives.

He does not regret that he does, but God's wounds, it does hurt. It is terribly lonely, sometimes, to be the only person left after everything. Friendships, relationships—they can't last, and it aches.

There is one constancy, though. Morpheus. He has been there since 1389. In the grand scheme of things, that is practically the beginning of his rather long life, and though they only saw each other once every hundred years, it was enough. More than enough, really.

He could never get tired of this. Of loving Morpheus, of getting to be with him. Even after celebrating so many Valentine's days with this man, he thinks he still wouldn't get tired of it.

"I assume you have plans for today, my love," Morpheus prompts.

"Mhm, I do." Despite his words, though, he allows himself to lay back down next to his lover, to pull him close. "But we can lay here a little longer. I'd like to hold you for a bit."

His lover nuzzles closer, letting out a soft, pleased noise. "I wouldn't dare complain about that," he agrees.

Hob places a gentle kiss upon his forehead. Yes, he will never tire of this, no matter how many times they get to do this during their immortal lives.

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kydrogendragon · 3 months

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6 with Dreamling for Valentines

We had two for this one, but decides to flip it around so this time it's Dream saying "Should I Write You A Poem Instead?" Thanks for the request, nonny! Hope you enjoy!~

Pairing: Dreamling Words: 569 Warnings: Some sexual tension bits Ao3 Link Here

Midterms, Hob has decided, aren’t nearly as terrible as finals, but that doesn’t stop them from still being awful. It’s never-ending questions and office hours and while he does love his students and his coworkers, he’s just one more question that could have been answered by his email last week or in the syllabus away from snapping. So when Dream knocks on the door to his office, Hob nearly weeps.

He stands, ushering his lover in, makes his apologizes to Diana from the Art History department as she steps out (thankfully) with a smile. Closing the door behind her, he all but collapses into a puddle on the floor beside it. He doesn’t, but the temptation is there. Instead, he just leans against the sturdy wooden door and stares at Dream with a doe-eyed smile.

“Thank you,” he says, taking a deep breath in and out. “Pretty sure if you’d been just ten minutes later, you’d have walked in on a massacre.”

“Oh?” Dream says, raising a brow. “And would it have been you or Diana that performed the act?”

Hob shakes his head. Pushing himself off the door, he falls into his lover’s arms and nuzzles his face into the crook of Dream’s neck. He’s warm, but not overly so. Given the warming spring weather, it’s the perfect temperature, though Dream almost always is. And he smells like home, which is the more important part. Hob can still detect a faint trace of his own body wash on the Dreamlord’s skin from last night’s shower escapades.

“So what do I owe this lovely visit?” Hob says, not bothering to lift his head.

He hears a faint shimmering noise, one he’s come to know means Dream’s used some of that dream magic of his. Hob lifts his head slightly to see a large bouquet of flowers in Dream’s hand. They’re of all sorts of fantastic colors and shapes. Some, he’s pretty sure, he’s seen on their walks through the Dreaming.

“These are for you.”

Hob reaches out and takes the bouquet from his hands, lifting the flowers to his nose. They smell as things do in dreams: like ideas rather than scents. There’s love, most predominantly there, affection and adoration. Devotion, patience, and care. It’s like knowing the language of flowers with a sniff.

“Flowers?” He mumbles, still listing into Dream’s side as he strokes a petal. It’s soft, impossibly so. He expected nothing else.

“Should I have written you a poem instead?” Dream asks, a smirk on is lips. “Waxed lyrical upon your features which haunt my mind and inspire newly created dreams?”

Hob chuckles, tucking his face into the wool of Dream’s overcoat. “Would that have been a better gift, my love? Or perhaps you would rather me show my affections physically instead.” Dream’s voice is dangerously low, a phantom hand trails along Hob’s spine, making him shudder.

“Or, perhaps, knowing how greedy my lover is, you would wish for all three. Gifts, words, and touch, yes?”

“Dream,” he moans as something, some part of Dream that’s not contained to his normal human form, presses against his front, stroking the shape of him into hardness. “Dream, please...”

“Please what, my dear?”

Hob looks up, two twin stars blaze bright as they stare down into his own eyes. Dream look positively ravenous and Hob would very much like to be devoured. “Fuck me, please.”

Dream smirks. “With pleasure.”

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prettyboybuckley · 1 year

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Foe valentines day prompt: #16 pretty please 🙏💕

hii!! a little quicker than last time 😅 I do love me some accidental love confessions... 😌 1.1k, continues under the cut ❤️

Buck has never really believed in the concept of Valentine's Day.

It's all just commercial bullshit that companies use to trick people into spending even more money on useless presents and confectionary. Still, it hasn't ever bothered him that other people do in some way celebrate Valentine's Day. Not usually.

Not unless it's Eddie, who he thought disliked Valentine's Day even more than Buck does

(It has something to do with Shannon, Buck thinks, something from the past that Eddie never explained but that seemed to hang over his head like a dark cloud during the first week of February.)

"You're what?" he asks, a little dumbfounded, only barely managing not to tilt his entire cup of steaming hot coffee all over his uniform.

The faces of the rest of the team are similar to what he's feeling, all looking at Eddie in surprise.

"I'm going on a date," Eddie repeats as if it's the most normal thing in the world for him to say, as if he didn't tell Buck only a few months ago that he wasn't ready to date again anytime soon. Then again, that was before that whole sexuality crisis he went through. "My aunt set me up with this guy she knows from the community center, I've met him once. He's nice."

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"On Valentine's Day?"

He must hear the skepticism in Buck's voice, and he rolls his eyes at it, though the way he crosses his arms over his chest makes it clear that he is going into defensive mode, empty coffee cup dangling from one finger.

The others are watching it like it is entertainment, and Buck is a little surprised that none of them have spoken up yet, considering Hen and Chim are usually the first to pry and tease about things like these.

"Yes, Buck, on Valentine's Day," Eddie says with a sigh, and he puts his empty cup down on the table with more force than necessary.

"Isn't that a little intense for a first date? You're going out with a guy for the first time on what is supposed to be the most romantic day of the year?" Buck asks.

He sees Bobby raise an eyebrow from the corner of his eye where he's been working on preparing them some breakfast, his hands stilling where he was chopping up fruit. Yeah, Buck did go on a date with Abby on Valentine's Day, but that didn't exactly end well, didn't it? Both the date and the relationship.

Eddie seems to be getting a little frustrated, letting out an annoyed huff as his shoulders tense and his frown gets deeper.

"Aren't you the one who always says that Valentine's Day is bullshit? And now you're saying it's too serious to have a first date?"

Of course, Buck could argue something eloquent, like the fact that his opinion of Valentine's Day doesn't change how other people view it, and that it could influence the expectations that Eddie's date might have considering Eddie agreed to meeting on this particular day.

But he isn't really thinking clearly since the only thought running through his head is "Eddie is going on a date with someone else" and that is even more distressing knowing it's a guy than before he even knew that was an option for Eddie. Because before, Buck didn't even think he had a chance.

"I'm just saying, you said you weren't ready to date yet, and now you're going out with some random guy on Valentine's Day?"

He's silently begging Hen or Chim to say something, preferably to side with him, because the tension is growing and this can get very awkward.

"Jesus, Buck, it's just a date," Eddie says through gritted teeth, throwing his hands up into the air. "Why is this such a problem to you?"

The way he puts stress on the 'why' is what ends up making Buck snap. If Eddie wants to know why, then who is Buck to withhold the answer to that from him?

"Why? Because I’m in love with you, that’s why!"

Chim's eyes go wide and Hen almost chokes on her coffee. And Eddie, well, he's staring at Buck as he stands there frozen in place.

"I, uhm, I just remembered I left something in my locker," Hen says before she gets up and slips away, and Chim hurries after her, almost tripping over his feet and not even bothering with an excuse. When Buck looks to where Bobby was, he can just see the captain slipping away to his office, leaving him and Eddie all alone.

"I just…," Buck mutters, running a hand down his face as he tries to find the right words. "Sorry, I didn't mean to say that. But the idea of you going on a date with some guy on fucking Valentine's Day and it becoming your great big love story or something... I don't think I can handle that."

He shakes his head, crossing his arms over his chest, and he can't look Eddie in the eyes. This wasn't supposed to come out like this, it wasn't supposed to come out at all.

There is a sharp intake of breath from across the table, where Eddie is standing, and Buck glances through his lashes to see Eddie nodding, seeming anxious but determined.

"Okay, yeah, okay," Eddie says. "I'll cancel the date."

Buck's head shoots up.

"You'll what?" he asks in an echo of the question that started all this.

Eddie looks straight at him, nervously chewing on his lower lip.

"I'll cancel the date. And, you know, since that means I'll be free on Valentine's Day, if you happened to have something to ask me..."

Is Eddie challenging Buck to ask him out? This doesn't feel like it's real, like it's actually happening, but when he pinches himself it hurts.

"You, uh, you-" He has to clear his throat before he can continue, feeling like the words are stuck. "Do you- do you want to go on a date with me? On Tuesday?"

Eddie doesn't answer right away, as if he's trying to make Buck suffer through even more anticipation, something that shouldn't surprise him considering that he knows who he's dealing with.

"Yes, Buck, I'll go on a date with you on Tuesday," Eddie replies, and Buck's heart quite literally skips a beat as a grin finds it way onto his face.

And Eddie, Eddie suddenly seems almost shy, but he smiles and nods when Buck says: "I'll pick you up at seven?"

Just like that, Buck has a date on Valentine's Day with the man he's in been in love with for so long he can barely remember when it started. Now he just needs to hope it goes better than last time.

From the Valentine's Day prompts list

#oh look the mailman came by!#alyxmastershipper #valentine's day prompts #buddie #buddie fic #evan buckley #eddie diaz #911 fic #gary writes #gary writes prompts

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