valentine's day scenarios (but it's enemies to lovers)

prompt list by @novelbear

"you have a date? how much did you pay them?"

crashing their date with another person purposely

^ and it all was definitely out of spite. not because they were jealous. never. totally not.

sending them flowers that they just know sets off their allergies

^ probably left with some smartass note too

laughing at them simply because they seem to care about the holiday

"you celebrate this corny day?" "just say you're lonely and have no one to spend it with, next time, 'kay?"

"i told my friends i'd go on this stupid double date with them." "and that's my business because..?" "..i don't have a date."

catfishing the hell out of them online leading up to the holiday

and then it backfiring because they realize, they're actually pretty nice and sweet outside of all the arguing.

"i thought bringing you roses would be a romantic! you know!?" "not when they still have the thorns on them, dumbass!"

giving them those boxed chocolates, but replacing the filling with something else instead (like wasabi for example lmao)

"you've been teasing me all this time about being single just for you to get stood up?" "....." "move over, you're lucky i'm hungry."

giving the other candies because it was simply "left over" and "definitely stale"

perfect chance for a little secret admirer thing to go on since one may be just too embarrassed or scared to face things head on

*ೃ༄ 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.”

“How do I love thee, let me count the weeks…”

[Fellow Travelers Valentine’s Day Month Celebration!]

Hello, Travelers! We want to share the love with you on Valentine’s Day throughout February!

These weekly word / dialogue / favorite moment fluffy prompts are open to your interpretation.

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We can't wait to see all your creations!

Because I'm totally normal about your writing (you can hear me hiding a pile of your writing that reaches my head behind my back) can you do 6-Should I write you a poem instead? For the Valentines Game (yes I feel really funny for choosing that)

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Mar!! Hi!! :D I hope you enjoy <3

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Dream has always enjoyed gift giving.

He has always been the one to gift things to others. To adorn lovers in jewels, to weave tales and compose poems for them. It is no hardship; when he loves, he falls hard and fast, and often to the point of ruin. Before they reach that point, though, he has always found it delightful to gift those who have captured his attentions ways to assure them of his adoration, ways to prove just how significant they are to him.

It has never been any hardship, and Dream thinks it unlikely that it should ever become one. There will never be any greater joy than the chance to see one he loves taken aback by his gifts, than being able to prove his devotion in some real, tangible way.

There is a lot that went into the creation of the gift he wishes for Hob to have. He does not consider a gift until Hob mentioned one of humanity's popular traditions off-handedly—Valentine's Day, he called it, and though he claimed it mattered little to him, he also stated he enjoys the gift-giving aspect of it in the same sentence.

Valentine's Day is not something Dream was familiar with, before he returned to the Dreaming after that particular conversation to conduct some research. He had considered asking Matthew, but then reconsidered. While Matthew was certainly the leading expert in the Dreaming regarding human traditions, he has yet to voice his own feelings for Hob. Has yet to put words to the tangled mess inside his chest, at least not in the Dreaming.

He thinks it is obvious anyway. His realm has embraced spring, flowers blooming through the cracks of his castle, the sky a pleasant blue, the air clear and cool. The Dreaming takes all those feelings and puts them on full display for all his creations to see. It is obvious. He needs not voice such things, not yet.

And he believes Hob knows, too. They have grown steadily closer since Dream's return, thirty-three years late and full of a fierce hope that he wasn't too late. That he hadn't ruined everything by failing so terribly to escape his prison, to make it to their meeting in 1989. Dream has already stated that Hob is important to him, and has made an effort to be more present in his friend's life. Despite the fact that he has not put words for the tangle of feelings inside his chest, he has not made them a secret.

No, Hob must know. He must, surely; there is little chance he does not.

Of course, it is possible Dream has been misunderstood. Hob has been...reciprocative of his attentions, his stares lingering, his touches more purposeful now instead of accidental brushes of their shoulders, but he has not put anything to words either. Still continues to call Dream old friend, an endearment that makes the traitorous thing inside his chest tug almost painfully.

That, he supposes, is the point of his gift. He wants Hob to know just how much he means to him. Wants to put those thoughts to words; to stop dancing around his own feelings. He is sure Hob feels similarly, even if Dream cannot quite understand why; he would not risk ruining their friendship this way otherwise. It means far too much to him for that.

It's late, when he turns up at Hob's door for Valentine's Day. It feels appropriate, knowing the meaning behind this tradition, to give his gift to Hob on this day instead of any other.

As always, he is welcomed inside with that same, lovely smile he has adored the sight of since he was first gifted it the day of his return. It is blinding in its radiance, so lovely, and Dream thinks he understands the meaning of reverence every time he sees it. It is a gift in and of itself, that warmth, that joy at seeing him, and he is selfish enough to hold the memory of it close to his chest, to return to the Waking for the sole purpose of being blessed with it once more.

It has become quite a problem. His mind turns so often to Hob Gadling, to that smile, that he has begun to create dreams of comfort and succour around it. Lucienne's knowing look the last time it happened remains forever ingrained inside his mind, now.

"Wasn't expecting to see you today," Hob tells him, but he sounds pleased about it. Somehow, he always does. Dream remains ever-baffled by that particular fact, but is too selfish to risk giving it up by questioning it. "How're you, love? How's your day been?"

Inside his chest, his heart warms. He has no use for a heart, not really. It does nothing for him. He does not typically have one, either, but there is something about being here, with Hob, that makes him stray a little closer towards humanity. He can feel the warmth of Hob's apartment, the cosiness that leads to a sense of security, greater this way. He does not mind fashioning himself a little more human for the sake of those things, however unconsciously.

"Well," he answers. He swallows around the sudden lump in his throat. The gift in his pocket seems...heavier, suddenly, or perhaps he is all-too aware of it. "I have a gift. For you."

Eyes widening, Hob blinks at him. "Oh, do you?" he asks, and he already sounds delighted. It soothes some of the nerves that have made themselves known, and Dream sighs softly. "You didn't have to do that, love."

"I wanted to. You mean...much to me, Hob Gadling." It is stilted, that admission, more than he wants it to be.

He is rewarded with a faint flush to Hob's cheeks regardless as he steps closer to Dream, that smile growing wider. "And you mean much to me too, Dream. I have to admit, I'm curious now."

He digs his hand into the pocket of his coat. It is functional only when he wants it to be; he hadn't wanted to lose this gift to the galaxies that line it, not when it is so important.

When he pulls his hand away, he holds out a small, black box and holds it towards Hob. His heart is in his throat now, terrified and nervous. "For you, my friend."

His excitement is palpable when he takes the box from Dream's hand, fingertips brushing his palm for just a moment. When he opens it, his eyes widen further for a moment, until he eventually plucks the ring from the box. "Dream." His voice is choked when he says it. "This is..."

The gold of the ring shines in the low light of Hob's apartment, the ruby shard glinting. "It was made by my own power," he explains. "The jewel is a shard from my own ruby. You can...communicate with me through it, should you wish to." This, Hob has mentioned already—I'd like some way to contact you, if possible, he'd whispered softly, not long after Dream gained the courage to tell the story surrounding his absence in 1989. In case...In case something like that happens again.

It was, in the end, a small request. One he thought he could fulfil easily.

The silence that grows between the two of them now, though, makes him think differently. "Should I have written you a poem instead?" he asks. It is a lot, he supposes, to gift his friend a ring of all things, even if he wishes to be a little bit more with said friend. Perhaps he should've asked Matthew for his opinion after all. "You need not—"

Whatever he was going to finish that sentence with gets quickly cut off when Hob meets his eyes. There's a faint sheen to them, the beginnings of tears, and Dream has only a moment to panic over the sight before his friend slips the ring on his finger. It fits perfectly, just as he planned for it to, and he begins to say as such, but he's interrupted when Hob strides forward, closing the distance between the two of them.

The expression on his face is open, warm. "If I'm mistaken," he whispers softly, "I apologise. Please don't smite me for asking, but—may I kiss you, Dream?"

His heart jumps. "Yes," he breathes. "I would like that."

Lips quirking, Hob says, "Good," before he cups the back of Dream's head, fingers weaving through his hair and gripping lightly, and kisses Dream lightly.

It is tender. Warm and loving. Something snaps inside him instantly, whatever restraint he let hold him back abandoning him as he grasps his friend's waist and pulls him closer, allowing his lips to move against Hob's. It is lovely, everything Dream has imagined it could be.

Eventually, Hob pulls away, resting his forehead against Dream's. "Not mistaken, then," he murmurs between them, chuckling softly. He continues to play with the hair at the back of his head, and Dream shivers.

"Not at all," he says, and kisses Hob once more.

“i thought you’d at least ask me to be your valentine…” “we’ve been together for three years, i thought that was a given.” + Daniel ❤️

summ. – cinema date night and ice cream with daniel rating – mature (sexual references) word count – 736 masterlist

“That was one of the worst movies I’ve ever seen.”

Daniel’s hand was intertwined with yours as he guided you through the popcorn-scented foyer, cap covering his unruly curls and praying he didn’t get recognised. Cinemas were usually on the no-go zone for the two of you, just for the simple fact that Daniel couldn’t really go anywhere without getting hounded and there had been a couple of occasions where things got a little out of hand. But you had suggested a movie night and he never wanted to shoot down your ideas, especially if it meant spending a couple of hours with you in the dark.

“The worst!” You laughed, “J-Lo really deserved better – honestly, I didn't think it would be that bad… then it got violent and weird so I’m sorry for dragging you out for that.”

Daniel shook his head fervently, “No way – you could literally drag me to the depths of hell, which you will, and I’d be happy.”

He was sweet, naughty but sweet as he pulled you closer into his side, unclasping your hands and wrapping his arm around your shoulder now that the path was clear. Stepping in perfect time.

It was chillier than you expected in Hollywood and you were grateful for his warmth. You could always rely on Daniel for that extra bit of body heat whenever you needed it, sharing is caring he would always say before wrapping you up like a burrito. The two of you walked for a couple of blocks, pointing out all of the interesting characters tumbling out of restaurants after too many glasses of wine and admiring the bright neon signs until Daniel stopped at a quaint, hole in the wall ice-cream shop on the strip.

You both picked up a waffle cone each, the overloaded ice cream already melting down the sides before you’d even left the store. Daniel had requested salted caramel, you chose boysenberry – both happily content with your choices as you continued to walk back the few blocks to your car.

“We really don’t do this enough, baby. Just you and me, pounding the late night pavement,” Daniel joked through his sincerity like he always did, licking his cone and glancing down at you.

“Maybe we have been a little stuck in our ways but when you’re home, I just want you all to myself,” You reasoned, bumping your shoulder into his arm gently and making him chuckle, “If I could lock you up and throw away the key I would.”

“Kinky,” Daniel quipped back before taking another spoonful of ice cream into his smirking mouth, “I thought you would’ve at least asked me to be your Valentine. So mean…” He trailed off, taunting.

You scoffed and rolled your eyes before glancing up at your pain in the arse boyfriend, “Honey, we’ve been together for three years, I thought that was a given!”

“Still hurts, babe. Like a knife through the heart,” He grimaced and held his free hand to his chest, putting on a show for you and the couples sitting at the restaurant you were walking past.

“Poor little Danny,” You mocked quietly and grasped the hand that was still clutching his broken heart, “What could I ever do to make it up to you?”

He chuckled at your sultry voice and innocent eyes act you were playing up for him, stopping in the middle of the sidewalk to really look at you. For a second, he thought he was dreaming. A Valentine's Day spent physically with you was like Christmas and his birthday all rolled into one. He never cared about the stupid holiday before he met you but now, standing here with you in the windy Los Angeles streets, he cared more than anything. Daniel loved you.

“I can think of a couple'a things… but a kiss would be nice.”

You didn’t hesitate to step forward and press a slow, tender kiss to his lips. They were soft and sweet from the sugary toppings, both flavours of your ice cream mixing together as he snaked his arm around your waist, holding you close. You didn’t need a rom-com to tell you what true love felt like.

You were experiencing it right there, on Hollywood Boulevard.

a/n – i love writing danny ric so much, thank you for the request!

Valentine's Day was just like any other day. What was the point in celebrating a Hallmark holiday anyways? When you're a pro hero you don’t have the luxury of going on romantic dates, let alone having a significant other in the first place.

You were one of the lucky ones however. You had one of the hottest pro hero’s as your boyfriend, pro hero Dynamight. He was all the ladies' favorite. You couldn’t blame them. Bakugo just had this aura surrounding him. He was dangerous and sexy which drove the women mad.

When you first became pro heroes you had only been dating for a few months. You hated to admit that you were jealous of all the attention he got. Women threw themselves at him.

You yourself also got a lot of attention from the opposite sex, but you just brushed it off. They couldn’t really have a thing for you. You weren’t as beautiful as a lot of the other pro heroes around. You just shrugged it off as people being nice.

Bakugo however complimented you every day. He was always telling you how beautiful you looked or how tough and smart you were. The compliments never ended. When a fan would flirt with him he would either shut it down right away or just downright ignore it. One day you couldn’t help but get really jealous about all the girls who kept throwing themselves at him even though you guys were publically dating for the last 3 years. You asked him why he wasn’t dating someone else when women threw themselves at him all day every day.

“Aww is my baby jealous?” He teased pinching your cheek before answering your question. “Now why would I want anyone else when I have all that I could ever want right here?” He asked, holding you tight against his chest, kissing the top of your head before pulling away.

“I know we’re both working all day on Valentine’s Day so I want to give you your gift early.” He pulled away and walked into your closet. “Close your eyes.” He instructed as he started to step out of the closet.

You did as you were told, holding your hands out. You wondered what the gift could be. You weren’t expecting to exchange gifts until after you both got off work on the actual holiday.

A few seconds later he told you to open your eyes as he stood beside you watching as your jaw dropped to the floor.

On the bed was the biggest teddy bear you've ever seen. Next to it was a bouquet of your favorite flowers, a box of your favorite chocolates, and a small jewelry box with a little bow attached. You reached for the box and opened it slowly only for it to be empty.

Bakugo let out a small little cough causing you to turn around. The sight before you already had tears in your eyes.

While you were looking at your gifts, Bakugo had flower petals laid out all over the floor and he was down on one knee, the ring from the box in between his fingers.

“I love you. I’ve loved you from the moment I laid eyes on you. I couldn’t live in a world without you and I don’t want to live in a world where you aren’t mine forever. So, YN YLN, will you make me the happiest man in the world? Will you marry me?”

You can’t help the tears from cascading down your cheeks, as you nod frantically. “Yes! Yes! A million times yes!”

Bakugo places the ring on your finger, kisses you, and then scoops you into his arms holding you tightly to him. He keeps kissing your hair whispering how much he loves you and how he can’t wait to spend the rest of his life with you.

When you pull apart, just slightly, you both look back towards the bed. The enormous teddy bear is just staring at you both.

“Could you have found a bigger teddy bear?!"

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﹗ ❞

♡ 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬 ♡

♡ “you’re all i’ll ever want.”

Character: Marshall Lee

Tags: SFW, Gen!neutral reader, harmless pranks, one sided pinning, reprociated feelings, Marshall being a little shit

A/n: Alright Marshall simps, come get your food.

[original prompt list]

Taglist: @watchingfromthefloorboards @foxpearlwilder

It's grocery shopping time. Fionna and Cake usually invite you to dungeon crawls and sleepovers, but this time, you asked them to go shopping. To your surprise, Marshall Lee came along as well. Either because he's plotting something against the three of you, or because he's genuinely bored. Fionna is on her way to exchange her dungeon treasures for whatever random junk he has on display while you carry produce goods. So you and Marshall Lee are strolling through the market place, picking up the last few items on your grocery list when you notice vendors tying heart-shaped balloons to wooden posts and hanging signs for gift wrapping.

"Wow, February has only just begun, and they've already decorated the entire marketplace." You make your observation with a healthy dose of surprise and excitement, but Marshall doesn't appear to share your enthusiasm.

"Ugh, I hate Valentine's Day," he says, sticking out his tongue.

You raise a brow at him. "What's so bad about Valentine's Day?"

You two come to a halt, with Marshall Lee still floating and clutching his umbrella. "For starters, everything is all pink and cutesy, it's like the candy kingdom took over," the vampire king explains with a scrunched up nose. "It's stupid, I swear it's the lamest holiday out of them all, and only fools would celebrate it. I'll be spending the day alone, or possibly destroying it..."

You, on the other hand, take his claim personally; on a normal day, you enjoy arguing with him about trivial matters, but this time you're also upset because you're a hopeless romantic who has had a crush on this guy for quite some time. So handing him a present to make your feelings known today would probably have him laugh at you.

"Oh come on, don't be such a sour puss!" you joke lightly. "There's gotta be someone you like enough to go out of your way to give them a gift."

He audibly groans. “Eughhh, you’re getting on my nerves with all of these valentine's day questions. So, how about you and I work together to destroy valentine's day?~ How 'bout it~”

On one side you're against the idea, but then again, the thought of spending time with Marshall Lee is nothing but tempting. As long as you're not the target of his schemes that is.

"Alright, deal!"

"What are you two talking about?" Fionna approaches the two of you, she's carrying some sort of impracticable armor but if previous experience taught you anything, it's that you avoid bringing it up. Your gaze went to Marshall Lee floating behind Fionna who did a 'zip your mouth' kind of move, prompting you to hide your mischievous plans from Aaa's heroine. "Nothing, just finishing up my grocery list!" you exclaim.

You spent the next few days hanging out with Marshall Lee, making everyone else's lives harder by stealing sweets from strangers leaving supermarkets, releasing locusts at flower shops, prank calling restaurants and making reservations you'll never attend, and so on. Maybe there's a part of you that feels bad about screwing people over, but the time you've spent with Marshall Lee has been well worth it; you two weren't particularly close to begin with, but this has been a tremendous bonding experience that you wouldn't have shared with anyone else. You came to learn something new about him, he's not an actively evil dude but rather he gets a kick out of messing with people.

It's the night of valentine’s day and the two of you are howling in laughter after guiding a pack of wolves into an outdoor cinema, Marshall is carrying you by the shoulders while he flies over the scrambling couples running away. "Pfthaha, look at them. Told ya this is better than exchanging chocolates."

You've been keeping your real opinions to yourself during this time, but you still let one small bit escape. "Yeah for sure, though I wouldn't mind one right now..." you sigh.

"You're still hung up on that?" Marshall notices this with a brief cackle, flipping your over so you're left resting your weight on his chest. "We still have the stuff we stole from the people shopping from the supermarkets, an all you can eat buffet if you're upset about that."

You try to keep yourself steady on his floating body, sounding as nonchalant as possible without giving your crush away. "Meh It's not the same as having someone give it to you."

Marshall pouts momentarily. "Just admit it, valentine's day was created by companies to make the idiots buy their overprized valentines gifts.” He taunts you, wrapping his arms around you and keeping you pressed to his body.

"Is that why you're so hung up on Valentines day? Cause it's expensive." you laugh at his face, earning an annoyed hiss from the vampire.

"You really wanna know why I hate Valentines day huh? Let's say I do like someone and even if I get them “chocolate” or some stupid cliche lovey dovey stuff, they'll probably still reject me. It's a waste of time."

You hum thoughtfully at his explication before answering him with the same amount of snark as he's been giving you earlier. "That's a shame, cause I actually got you something."

This catches his attention, raising his eyebrows in curiosity as he reconsiders his recent statement. "What is it?"

You shove your hand in your pocket and retrieve a small box, Marshall Lee opens it to see its a new guitar pick with detailed engravings in it. This has him speechless, you're internally bitting your nails as Marshall looks at you and back at the gift before chucking the thing behind him and tightening his hold around you while giving you a sly expression.

"So that's why you didn't think twice about hanging out with me~?" Marshall Lee smiles to himself, giving you those demon eyes but it does the opposite of scaring you. Scaroused even. "I don't want anything. You're all I'll ever want~"

Valentine's Day Game | C.C.

Summary: Going to Valentine's Day hockey game as friends. Only as friends, of course, and nothing else. 😉

I changed it a little bit cause I had an idea pop in my head, and I really like it. Sorry if it isn't what you envisioned.

Requested by: @adamcolesbaybay

"We are just friends," you reminded your friend for the hundredth time. She didn't believe you. It's just a hockey game that happened to be on Valentine's Day. This was no big deal. He has season tickets, and one of his friends backed out.

"Then why is my friend putting on makeup for a friendly outing?" Your friend asked, eyeing you suspiciously. She had a fair point. Makeup was a very rare occasion for you. Most of the time, you dressed in basketball shorts and a tank top. You opened your mouth to defend yourself yet checked the time.

"Would you look at that? I gotta go," you sang. Your friend rolled her eyes at you.

"This isn't over. I'll call you tomorrow. Have fun," she told you.

You hung up and finished getting ready in peace. After a few minutes, chimes rang from your alarm system to signal a visitor. You looked on the screen to see Christian walking towards your front door. You opened the door. "Surprise,"

"I could say the same for you," He moved his hands from behind his back. A bouquet of red roses appeared before you. He had a sheepish smile on his face. Your eyes widened in shock.

Friendship flowers, you immediately thought, definitely friendship flowers. Maybe it's a Canadian thing.

"They are beautiful," you gushed and grabbed the flowers from him. The smell of roses happened to be your favorite. "Come in. I'm going to put them in the vase,"

He stepped inside and followed you to the kitchen. You grabbed a vase from the cabinet and filled it with water. Your eyes wandered over to him. He was dressed in a long sleeve black shirt and jeans.

"Should I change? You look so prim and proper, and I'm dressed like a hockey fan," you laughed and looked down at your Tampa Bay Lightning jersey and jeans. You placed the flowers in the vase.

"You look fine, good, great even. You look great," he complimented, catching himself stumbling. Christian rubbed the back of his neck nervously. He tried to change the subject. "We should go,"

The drive to the arena was filled with excitement about the game. You noticed all his nervousness washed away when the two of you talked about similar interests. Both of your arms rested on the arm rest. Your fingers brushed together. Neither of you even bothered to move.

"And here we are," he spoke, pulling into a parking space. He looked at you, holding his gaze while you turned to look at him.

"Is there something on me?" You asked, pulling the car mirror down to check your face. Your makeup still looked flawless.

"Nah, I'm just really happy you agreed to go out with me," he answered softly. You could see the sincerity in his eyes.

The two of you walked inside the arena. The place was a little quiet, given that it was Valentine's Day. You stood in line to get drinks and snacks. He paid for you despite your insisting that you could pay for yourself. You promised you would pay for the food at the next game. He loved the sound of their being a next one.

The game was just about to start when you sat in your seats. You couldn't remember the last time you went to one this exciting. For a holiday of love, there were plenty of fights on the ice. The refs were certainly working for their paychecks today. Both sides seemed to be more focused on beating each other up than playing.

His eyes lit up, and he smiled every time you got into the match. Your arms rested on the armrest with your fingers close together once more. You shivered, feeling the spark from your fingers touching. He frowned and looked at you in concern.

"Are you cold?" He asked. You nodded, trying to recover from looking like a spaz. He moved his arm away from the armrest and pulled you close to him. He rubbed your upper arm as the two of you continued to watch the game. "Better?"

You could barely hear him with how loud your heart pounded in your chest. Maybe this wasn't two friends with some serious tension just enjoying a hockey game. Your face paled, realizing how blind you are, and nodded.

All the good morning and good night calls and texts. The witty banter and going back and forth. The comfort the two of you had at your body's touching. The way his eyes would linger on you and allow you to catch him watching you.

Here goes nothing!

You rested your head against his shoulder. He rested his head against yours. His lips brushed the top of your head. Your fingers locked together. His thumb traced small circles against your skin.

The two of you remained this way throughout the game, never wanting to part. When it was clear, the Tampa Bay Lightning was going to win the two of you left. You walked out of the arena hand in hand towards his car.

"You know, I think we could make a pretty great team. We should stick together," he smiled and leaned against his car. His hand letting yours go. You scrunched your nose and smiled.

"You belong in the penalty box for that one," you giggled and leaned against his car next to him. Your eyes locked, and the two of you kissed softly.

The Way We Danced Till Three by @jesterlesbian | captainquint

M | 2K | Hawk/Tim | Slow Dancing | Valentine’s Fluff | 50s Era

“There we go,” Hawk said, as he found the jazz station he often liked to tune into. Billie Holiday crooned through the static, singing They Can’t Take That Away From Me. Hawk tilted the bottle toward Tim in offering, who took it and tossed back a large swig before coughing and spluttering on the sharp taste of the alcohol.

“I don’t know how you do that,” Tim said, shuddering and sticking out his tongue.

Hawk laughed and took the bottle back, placing it on the desk near the radio. “Lots of practice.”

“Dance with me, Skippy?”

Or, Valentine's Day, 1954

Week 1: Using the prompt 'slow dancing' for the 'How do I love thee, let me count the weeks...' Valentine's event

Hosted by @fellow-travelers-events

the words of an unrequited love (valentine's day edition)

prompt list by @novelbear

"you shouldn't have...really.."

"i didn't know you felt this way.."

"i hate to be the one to do this and ruin your day, but i don't want to lie to you."

"forget it. i'm sorry i bothered you." "can we please talk about this?"

"we could still go as friends if you want!"

"oh, dark chocolate....you remembered....yay!"

"shit....i am so sorry."

"you could have said that before i tried to kiss you." "how was i supposed to know you were going to do that?"

"i'm just going to go back home."

"you've been talking about wanting someone to spend the day with for weeks, silly me for thinking that was a sign."

"you totally led me on!" "what are you talking about?!"

"this is my fault. i guess what i said gave you the idea that i felt the same. i'm sorry."

"i just asked [name] out..."

"i thought you asked me to be your valentine in like a friendly way." "who asks someone to be their platonic valentine? please tell me." "plenty of people do, actually!"

"please don't say these are for me."

"this is a lot, like, a lot a lot."

"i just thought, you know what, nevermind."

"do you know how stupid i feel?" "i'm so sorry..."

"you're telling me this whole time, you didn't like me back and you still went on the date?!" "it was valentine's day! i couldn't reject you on valentine's day!"

"so, who was that lucky person you were telling me about?" "you, actually." "....oh."

"you're an amazing friend, you know that?" "stop there, i know how this goes."

*ೃ༄ valentine’s prompts ˚◞♡ ⃗

♡ [ bouquet ] to present them with a bunch of flowers 

♡ [ lavish ] to take them on a date to an upscale establishment 

♡ [ adore ] to shower them with affection

♡ [ pda ] to dote on them publically

♡ [ sweet tooth ] to binge on candy with them

♡ [ cosy ] to cuddle up with them

♡ [ getaway ] to travel somewhere new with them

♡ [ admit ] to make a confession of love 

♡ [ gift ] to treat them to something they’ve been eyeing for a while

♡ [ dolled up ] to get them dressed up for a date

♡ [ company ] to hang out with them when neither have a date for the night

♡ [ trope ] to do cliche things with them, just because

♡ [ unwind ] to chill out with them at the end of the day, in one another’s company

♡ [ praise ] to shower them in compliments

♡ [ ring ] to propose

Valentine's Day Request❤️‍🔥

⟡To Anonymous: Thanks for your request! I thoroughly enjoyed writing it 😏🔥 ⟡Valentine's writing prompt: #13 (You’re secretly wearing new Valentines themed lingerie under your clothes all day and can’t wait for your love to discover it) ⟡You can find @madhatterbri's full list of prompts here 🙂 ⟡Word count: 1,347 ⟡Divider by: @saradika-graphics ⟡GIF credit: @cowboyshit ⟡Original Anonymous Request: can you please do an story with Christian Cage X Fem Reader, (huge age gap reader is in her mid/end 20s).. Reader bought some new lingerie for their first VDay and tries some of the spicy pieces on in their shared appartement while she not recognizes that Christian is checking her out from the back and one comes to another they start to make out and having some amazing sex way before VDay.

If you’re not 18+ years or older, please keep scrolling. Minors do not interact!

Disclaimers: Oral sex, cursing, unprotected sex. Read at your own discretion.

This was the first Valentine’s Day that you were spending with a man and not a boy. Being in your twenties you’ve had your fair share of boyfriends, but none like Christian. Something about him boosted your confidence and made you always feel desired. The holiday was right around the corner, and you had already begun your preparations for it! You managed to keep the new lingerie you purchased as a surprise for Christian a secret, hiding the receipt and the different pieces in a safe place away from his eyes. There were 2 different lingerie sets you had your heart set on when you were at the boutique! A red lace bra and panty set complete with a garter belt and black stockings and a pink strappy teddy adorned with lace and heart shaped cut outs. You ended up purchasing both sets and figured you could return whatever one you choose not to wear. Your original plan was to wear the lingerie under your clothes on Valentine’s Day and surprise Christian with it as you undressed for him later in the evening. That plan got squashed when he caught you trying everything on at home.

Christian wasn’t due back home for another couple hours, so to help pass the time you decided to shower and try on your new pieces of lingerie. Once your hair was dry and styled the way you liked, you took the pink teddy out of the bag and stepped into it. You fastened the clasp in the back and adjusted your chest in the cups. The lace was soft and the prettiest shade of pink, the corset like middle with the heart shaped cut outs hugged and accentuated your curves in the sexiest of ways. You turned to the side to get a glimpse at your backside and blushed as you pictured Christian grabbing a handful and squeezing. You thought you heard a noise in the other room, but directed your attention back to the mirror when you figured it was just your imagination. You pulled out your phone and took a couple of selfies in the pretty pink number so you could send them to Christian another time. The red lacy set was laid out on the bed just waiting for you to try on next. You unhooked the clasp on the teddy and shimmied out of it and grabbed the red lace bra off the bed. The way the bra was cut made your breasts practically spill out of it! The cheeky little panties rested on your hips and the garter belt sat right above them. The stockings were silky on your legs as you slid them up and attached them to the straps. Seeing yourself in red ignited something in you. You felt incredibly sexy as you ran your fingers over the lace, images of Christian doing the same made the heat in between your legs grow. “The red one is my favorite,” a familiar voice said. You jumped when you saw Christian’s reflection in the mirror! He was leaning against the doorway to your bedroom with his arms crossed. “Christian!” you called out. “I didn’t think you were going to be home yet! How long have you been standing there?” He sauntered over to you with a sexy grin on his face as he looked you over from head to toe. “Long enough to get hard seeing you in that pink number and now this one. Look at my little minx! You’re so fucking sexy baby girl,” Christian purred. He walked up to you and grabbed your hand so he could spin you around to get a better glimpse of you. The two of you stood in front of the mirror, your back now pressed up against his chest and his arousal pressing into you. Christian’s hands were roaming freely along your curves causing goosebumps to spread like wildfire all over your body. He nuzzled his face in your hair, inhaling the scent of you that he had been missing since he left a few days prior. When he noticed the slight frown on your face, he asked what was wrong, “Something wrong, baby girl? Not happy to see me?” “Of course, I’m happy to see you! I missed you so much. It’s just, you weren’t supposed to see the lingerie yet. I bought it for Valentine’s Day and now it’s not a surprise anymore,” you explained. Christian offered you a sympathetic smile as he cupped your cheek in his hand when you turned to face him. “I see. Well, I know it’s not the actual holiday today, but I’m still surprised! I appreciate your thoughtfulness baby. Let me make it up to you,” he spoke in a sensual tone. In an instant, Christian picked you up and carried you over to the bed. Your lips were locked together the entire time, never breaking apart even as he lowered you down onto the mattress. He separated your legs with his knee before making his way in between them. His hard length pressed up against your panties as you wrapped your legs around his waist forcing Christian to groan into your kiss. He tugged on the straps of your garter belt releasing your stockings from their hold before removing your panties. He took notice of how wet you were already as he slid them down your legs, “Mmm, look how much your tight little cunt wants my cock! Such a pretty little mess already. Just wait until I’m done with you!”

 You laid on the bed a panting and needy mess as you watched Christian remove his clothes. You licked your lips when you saw the precum glistening on his cock once it sprang free from his underwear. “This is all for you baby girl,” he growled when he caught you staring. Christian kissed his way up your leg, stopping once he reached your inner thigh. You gasped at the sensation you felt as he bit and sucked the skin there! You could already see the mark forming, but you fucking loved it. The pleasure that shot through you when Christian’s skilled tongue made contact with your clit caused your entire body to come alive! Your hands gripped the sheets tightly as he worked his magic, your back arching off the bed the closer he brought you to your orgasm. “F-fuck Christian! That feels s-so good!” you praised. He didn’t give you any time to savor your orgasm that his tongue provided you before he aligned his cock with your entrance. Christian thrusted himself inside of you and hissed through his teeth as your cunt gripped him. He was sliding in and out with ease from your juices and the sound of your bodies coming together filled the room. “Such a good girl, taking me so well! Fuck baby, you feel incredible,” he said as he picked up his pace. Your body was sent into overdrive with each deep thrust, Christian working you as he brought you closer and closer to your 2nd orgasm. A few beads of sweat dripped from his forehead onto your chest and they nearly evaporated from the heat of your body. “Come on my sexy girl and come for me!” he commanded. Every muscle in your body tensed and the pressure in your lower belly was begging to be released! Within seconds you came, your juices making a mess of Christian and the sheets under you. “God, yes! C-Christian!” you cried out as he continued to thrust while your body quaked around him. You felt Christian’s cock twitch against your walls as he filled you with everything he had. There was no hiding your smile as you watched his features be completely overtaken with ecstasy. When he finally steadied his breathing, Christian left you speechless when he kissed your chest and hinted at wanting a round 2, “So what’s your plan for the pink lingerie? I hope you’re not going to return it. I’m thinking you should go and put it on and let me make a mess out of that one too…”

“you really thought i wouldn’t remember what you like? please, give me a little credit.” from the trope prompts...go wild...

Title: it’d be so nice, right? Tags: Human au | exes to lovers | early-twenties gustho A/N: this is sooo heavily inspired by “skinny dipping” by Sabrina Carpenter Word count: 873 words Prompt: Tropes

Gus certainly wasn’t planning on running into his ex on Valentine’s Day of all days. Really, he’d hoped to never run into Matt Tholomule at all if he could help it. He was still trying to get over him almost a year later, and sure, Gus thought he was just being stupid when every little thing reminded him of Matt. He couldn’t even walk into a hardware store without thinking about his ex’s job, or the sets they used to build together for the theatre department at school. 

So when Gus’s head snapped up when he heard the barista call a “double espresso over ice with light milk for Matt,” he wasn’t expecting it to actually be his Matt. He just figured maybe a lot of Matt’s had a terrible taste in coffee. 

He wasn’t so lucky.

Matt caught Gus’s eye, having noticed him from the spectacle he’d put on when the barista called his name. He grinned that stupid lopsided grin that Gus remembered too well. There was a small scar on the right corner of his bottom lip. His left cheek dimpled with his smile. Gus gulped and tried his best to put a hamper on his emotions when it became increasingly clear that Matt was approaching him. 

“Hi, Gus.” Gus’s insides tensed up hearing Matt’s voice saying his name. It felt so right. It felt so wrong. 

He smiled cordially at his ex, trying to hide all of his true emotions so Matt wouldn’t be able to tell how much seeing him was affecting him. 

Somewhere in his mind, a little animated Augustus was stomping on Matt’s stupid heart and his stupid face, Lizzie McGuire style. 

“Hi,” he said back. Then, before he could help it, “How are you?” 

“I’m good! It’s been awhile. You look really good.” 

Gus felt his face begin to flush. “Thanks,” he said awkwardly, looking anywhere but Matt’s eyes. 

“So, How’s your dad?” Matt asked, changing the subject.

Gus shrugged. “He’s alright, still working too hard.”

“Yeah,” Matt laughed. “My folks, too. Hey, how’s grad school going?”

Gus was a bit alarmed by the small talk. Matt was supposed to know all of these things about him already. He was supposed to be by his side. It was weird there were gaps in his knowledge about Gus. Though Gus realized that, in nine months, anything could be different with Matt. He wondered briefly if Matt was seeing someone new, if he’d already replaced him. Gus hadn’t been able to move on, hadn’t gone on any dates or tried to meet any guys–much to Skara’s dismay. It was Matt, his heart belonged to Matt, it always had. Right now, back in Matt’s presence, he was forgetting why his heart ever stopped belonging to Matt. He couldn’t seem to recall any of the ways they had self-sabotaged their relationship, their fights in Steve’s garage, Matt’s commitment issues. 

“Grad school’s going well, I’m pretty much all geared up to graduate in the fall.” Gus said, smiling a bit. He was proud of the hard work that he had accomplished.  

“That’s awesome! You’re gonna be the most bad-ass librarian, man. I’m still at my job and working slowly on my bachelor’s. I’ll probably graduate next year.”

“That’s great to hear, Matt!” Gus couldn’t be certain right now, but he was pretty sure Matt’s six-year long and counting degree in architecture had been one of the wedges in their crumbling relationship. It really had been a long time.

Matt suddenly looked around where Gus was sitting. “You didn’t get a drink yet?”

“Oh,” Gus said lamely. “No, I was, uh, waiting for Skara. She was taking pity on me on single’s awareness day.”

“Skara running late? Neeever.” Matt laughed. “Can I get you something though, while you wait, I mean?”

Every alarm bell in Gus’s head was screaming no. “Yeah, sure.”

“Venti upside-down caramel macchiato with oat milk?” Matt asked, pointing at Gus to confirm his order even as he started heading to the register. 

Gus sat back in pure shock. “Yeah,” he nodded, eyebrows knit together as he stared at Matt hard. 

“What? You thought I wouldn’t remember your order?” He grinned that dumb lopsided grin again. “Please, Augustus Give me more credit than that. After all, you remember mine too.”

Gus felt his cheeks flush with heat as Matt went to order his drink. 

He came back a few minutes later with Gus’s sugary, caffeinated drink in hand. “You know, this has been really nice. Maybe we should do this on purpose sometime.”

Gus blinked at him. “What, like a date?”

“Maybe,” Matt grinned. “Doesn’t have to be. You free Friday? We could go to Antonio’s like we used to.”

“You don’t think there’s too many memories attached to that place?” Gus chuckled nervously.

“Not if we don’t sit at our old table,” Matt shrugged. 

And Gus couldn’t fathom anything wrong with that. It was just dinner. It didn’t even have to be a date, Matt said so. And he missed Matt. So, so much. 

“Friday it is,” Gus smiled. 

They could just have dinner, it’d be that simple. They’d avoid their old table. There’d be no baggage. They could just exist. 

Matt smiled back. “See you Friday!”

Thank you Lovely Anon for the request! Sorry for the stupid late posting but I want to finish this event up before the end of the year oops 

Fandom: Blood of Zeus Pairning: Apollo x Fem! Reader Word count: 900+ words Warnings: Fluff, Proposal, Pretty GN other than the use of “Girlfriend” one time :)

Enjoy ~

“Hermes, how much longer do I have to keep this on for? Where are we even going?” You ask as you’re being blindly led by Apollo’s younger brother.

“You ask so many questions.” He chuckles. “ The only thing I can tell you is Apollo sent me to get you and that it’s a surprise.”

Your tummy flutters at the idea of what Apollo could possibly get you.

He always showers you with little gifts and surprises you with sweet dates. Last time you told him it was your turn to treat him and you did by making a picnic for you two, you even made fresh bread and got his favorite fruit and set up on a hill to watch the sunset and here he is doing another impossibly sweet gesture only a few weeks after his last.

The sun god is always quick to spoil you and is deaf to all your comments of guilt for not being able to pay him back or do the same for him. The smile on your face and the time you give me is a gift in itself, he would say so you just try to accept it and know he expects nothing in return no matter how big or small his token of affection is.

Though he’s done a lot in the two years you’ve shared together, being led blindfolded to an unknown location is a first. All you can tell is you’re going up a rocky hill —thank the gods for Hermes’ hold on your arm because you’ve had a few close calls of falling on your face.

“Okay,” The God beside you says, coming to a stop. “You can remove your blindfold.” You can feel him stand back as you untie the loose knock at the back of your head, blinking away the brightness of the setting sun your heart melts in your chest at the sight before you.

Before you is the spot where Apollo asked you to officially be his girlfriend and now there is a trail of red petals leading from where you’re standing to the golden god standing in the middle of the clearing. He reflects the smile you give him as you start walking, looking over your shoulder you see Hermes is gone —you were so enthralled by the scene before you you must’ve missed him racing away, leaving the two of you alone on the top of this mountain.

“You look as lovely as always.” Apollo says, his smooth rich voice rolls over his lips like silk.

“Thank you, I can say the same for you.” You chuckle, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear as you reach him in the center. “This is beautiful, Apollo, but what is this all?” You ask, scanning the surrounding ground that is littered with flower petals and candles that are dancing in the wind, illuminating the dimming area.

“What? Can’t a man do something special for their lover for nothing?” He asked suavely as he took a step towards you to hook his warm hand around the back of your neck and pull you in for a sweet kiss. When your lips touch it sends sparks of electricity across your skin and down your spine.

“I guess not, but was the blindfold really necessary?”

“Of course. You should’ve seen your face, it was beautiful.” He smiles brightly.

Taking your hand he takes a deep breath.

“However, I must confess, there is something more to this night.”

“What more can you possibly do, this is perfect, Apollo. You’ve already given me all I could possibly want” You ask bemused, making him chuckle warmly.

“Perhaps but there is something I’ve been wanting to give to you for quite a while.”

You allow the god to walk you to a small seating area he’d set up with blankets and cushions along with a basket with a bottle of wine and a few treats. Taking a seat upon a gold cushion, your hand still in his, you wait for him to continue.

“Y/n, you’ve honored me with two years of your life, which is more than I would’ve ever expected you to grant me. You say I’ve given you all I could possibly give but it’s quite the opposite. There is so much left to give, some of which I may never acquire but I’ll spend every day you grant me to do just that. You deserve everything this world, and on, has to offer.” Your eyes begin to prickle with wetness as you listen to his honeyed words and see the truth in his amber eyes.

Positioning himself on his knee before your body he takes both your hands in his as he keeps his eye locked on yours.

“I would say that every petal around us is a physical representation of all the reasons and the days that I’ve loved you and will continue to love you, but there aren’t enough in existence to show that.

The reason I’ve brought you here is because I wanted to bring you to the very spot you accepted my courtship to humbly request you to give me the opportunity to love you for the rest of your days as your husband.

Y/n L/n, will you marry me?”

You don’t even try to stop the tears that are brimming over as you frantically nod your head, wrapping your arms around his shoulders you press your quivering lips against his.

“Yes! A million times, yes!” You cry between kisses. His hands cradle your face as his glossy eyes search yours.

“Really?” He asks, almost surprised you said yes.

“Yes, Apollo. I will marry you.”

This is kinda shitty but is it in a cute way at least?!? I hope you enjoyed it either way 😅

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~ Valentine’s Masterlist ~ ~ Masterlist ~

1. "If you were a fruit, you'd be a fineapple. And I, undoubtedly, would be a Loki-berry."

"A Loki-berry? Is that because you're equally as tart and complex?"

"Precisely. Plus, I have a certain... appeal."

"Oh, I'm well aware of your 'appeal.' It's why I haven't pruned you yet."

2. "I’m not a photographer, but I can picture us together. In a timeline approved by the Timekeepers, of course."

"How generous of you to seek approval. But let’s not tempt fate; we know how that goes."

"Tempting fate is a specialty of mine. Especially if it's with you."

"And defying fate is ours. We make quite the team, don't we?"

3. "Do you have a map? Because I keep getting lost in your eyes. Even the Sacred Timeline has no such beauty."

"Keep that up, and I might just have to report you for tampering with an agent's focus."

"Consider it a risk I'm willing to take, for the sake of romance."

"Romance, or mischief? With you, it’s hard to tell the difference."

4. "Is it just me, or did it get a lot hotter in here? Oh, wait, that's just the timeline burning up from our chemistry."

"I should report you for creating a nexus event with those lines."

"A small price to pay for the sake of our love's legacy."

"Our love might just be the only anomaly the TVA is willing to overlook."

5. "If I could rearrange the alphabet, I would put 'U' and 'I' together on a timeline where we rule as king and queen."

"Ruling timelines? Now that’s ambitious, even for you."

"Ambition is the thread that binds us, my dear."

"And humor, apparently, is our cloak of invisibility. Keeps us hidden from prying eyes."