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yourpalghost · 1 year

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Valentine's Day

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“Thank you for coming to Freddy Fazbear’s Valentine’s day ‘Love Rocks’ bash! I hope you have a faz-tastic night and get home safe!” Freddy said into his microphone following their final performance of the night. Guests made their way toward the entrance as Freddy’s closed for the evening.

This was your first time helping run a holiday party with the band and you were relieved that, while your shift still ran the full time, after 7, the pizzaplex was closed to anyone who didn’t hold a ticket to the party. In addition, instead of the usual 10pm closing time, the holiday party had the campus closing at 9. That additional hour of not being around guests was more than welcome in your opinion.

You waved to guests along with the band as they were politely herded away by security bots who all had little paper hearts taped to their chassis in order to match the theme.

“Good job, team,” You said after the atrium was cleared of guests, climbing the stairs to the stage where they stood. Freddy took your hand in his and gave it a shake.

“We couldn’t have done it without you,” he praises and you can't help but roll your eyes in a lighthearted manner.

“Oh, please,” you chuckle but don’t protest further. Realistically, you didn't need to even be here for the party as most everything was set up and taken care of by S.T.A.F.F. bots. Still, you were there to take care of the prized animatronics. “Let’s get this place cleaned up,” you declared and started off stage with the rest of them.

The glamrocks set about stacking the extra chars which had been brought out for the nights festivities and the S.T.A.F.F. bots would take the stacks, having been lacking in the dexterity and height needed to put them together all while you pushed around a large broom, picking up rubbish left by more careless guests. Chica approached you, a stack of chairs in her arms.

“So,” she starts, after calling your name to get your attention, “after every party, we have our own little party back in rockstar row,” she explains, walking beside you. “And we would super duper love if you came. We usually just dance and hang out but since there's five of us, well SOMEONE needs to dance with Monty,” she jests, loud enough for the alligator to hear. He calls out a flustered “hey” before Chica laughs her little cluck-like laugh. You’re about to protest since you still had work to do but she cuts you off.

“Before you say no, It's only thirty minutes and we always help with duties after so you don’t have to worry about all that.” With your duties covered, you don’t exactly have much in the way of an excuse not to go so you concede. She does a cute little steppy-step in joy partnered with a high pitched squeal. “Oh, I can’t wait, I’m so excited. We’ll see you at, like, 10 back there, okay?”

You get some more cleaning done and take a bathroom break before you head back to rockstar row. When you get back there, there's a little portable speaker set up on one of the towering flower pots that the benches surround and the group are all dancing together and singing along to Whitney Huston’s “I wanna dance with somebody”. It’s clear just by looking at them that they’re all having fun, even Monty is singing along. You feel a little nervous to join in but luckily Bonnie sees you. He makes a move to pull you into the little cluster of singing and dancing animatronics and immediately, you are overcome with a bubbling of giggles. “Take my Breath Away” begins to play from the speaker and the animatronics partner up and even though Chica had joked about Monty being the odd man out, it’s Bonnie that you dance with.

“Having fun?” he asks you and has you perform a lazy twirl.

“I am,” you confirm. “Who made the playlist?” you ask as its filled with songs that Freddy Fazbear’s definitely doesn’t have the rights to use.

“This one was a collaboration between Roxy and Chica” he explains. “Monty and I made this past year's Halloween mix.”

“That’s nice,” you chuckle “I’m enjoying this one so far”.

“Well, you know, musicians usually have pretty good taste in music,” Bonnie jests with a teasing wink and you snicker in response.

When the next song comes on, you can't help but groan loudly along with a couple of the others in your group as Rick Astley promises to never give you up or let you down. Still, it's a fun song to dance to as a group and so you join. The remaining songs are all ones you enjoy as a group and the energy is fun and playful. Just as you’re growing tired of dancing (it’s quite the work out), theres a lovely swell of strings that announces a slow song. Just as youre about to find a partner, Chica claims you and pulls you off so that you two might dance together.

“There’s designated partners for this one,” She says to you quietly. You raise a brow at her as she leads your dance. “Well, one pair.” She shrugs and smiles. You turn together so she can gesture to the brown and blue pair holding one another close. You look from them to her with the same confused expression. She just lets you do the mental maths yourself and nods when she can tell you’ve put it all together.

“How long,” you ask in a hushed voice.

“Oh gosh, forever.” she answers. “There’s never been a rendition of them that weren’t head over heels for one another.” it’s hard to not whip your head back to look at them but thankfully you don’t have to as she turns the two of you to let you see them again. They’re talking quietly amongst themselves, one pair of hands clasped while the others simply hold one another close. Freddy laughs at something Bonnie says and rests his forehead against his partners shoulder briefly in a sweet and tender moment of comfortable joy.

“Did the company program that?” you ask, looking from them to her and she looks at you with the softest expression you think you’ve ever seen from something made from metal. “No,” she says it like its the most beautiful thing. And it is. “I know its cliche but,” she sighs wistfully. “I don’t know if we have souls or whatever but they are definitely soul mates,” she confides. You smile at this, feeling warm and fuzzy inside at the idea that time and time again, these two robots fell in love with one another. You look to the other partnered pair together then to see what they’re doing and Chica bursts out laughing. Despite the lovely music, Roxy and Monty are on the floor wrestling instead of dancing.

You leave them after the music ends and their bandmates separate them, having had a lovely evening. You’re just out of the hallway of rockstar row, reentering the atrium while checking your watch for what to take care of next when Moon joins you by dropping in from above.

“Did you– it's just me- did you have fun?” he asks, brushing off your startled gasp. He has to wait a beat for you to recover but he does so patiently.

“We did, yeah.” you finally answer and start back on your track. A thought crossed your mind as he walked beside you. He hadn’t been invited. You weren’t surprised since the way some of the glamrocks felt about him was clear but it still wasn’t polite. And Sun hadn’t come either which, while he didn’t like you, you hadn’t heard any negative comments directed toward him from the glamrocks. “What did you and sun do today?” you ask instead.

“The kids made valentines.” he answers and hands you a crudely made heart card. “I did too. During nap time. Here.” You take it and it's clear that it was either made in the dark or Moon wasn’t particularly skilled at arts and crafts. In white crayon on red construction paper, under where it was addressed to you (your name misspelled even though you knew he had access to the employee database), it said “get stick bugged, valentine” and below were lines that definitely resembled the stick bug from the video he had showed you the first night you met. You rolled your eyes and chuckled.

“Beautiful,” you shake your head. “I’ll keep it forever, thank you.” He smiled wide.

“Put it on your fridge,” he demands, getting up in your face. You shove him away by his faceplate and he chuckles.

“Sure, buddy. Right when I get home.”

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sentofight · 2 months

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the entire dorm was fragrant with the sweet smells of baked goods ! one could even catch a whiff outside the building even ! a joint venture from the second year girls( yukari, fuuka, & the ever excited for any group activity; minako herself ! ) who had completely bogarted the kitchen completely for the day. the trio deciding it would be far more effective, && cheaper, to simply make all the confections they needed for valentine's day--- though it seemed as if they really just had the boys of the dorm to give any to, the rest no doubt going to themselves. a proper way to rev up galentine's day for sure !

of course, that didn't mean that there wasn't any care into those sweets that were going to their male companions. juggling fixing the various mistakes caused by fuuka, minako had taken a specific venture to make a separate set of cookies for her senpai specifically. remembering a passing comment once before that he wasn't the biggest fan of sweets, aiming to make something quasi on theme with chocolate but not so sugary that it would be a pain & a half for him. so after flipping through quite a bit of various recipes in books at the library & quite a few online on the dorm computer--- she had settled on madeleines ! the lot were more like small cakes anyways but easier to eat.

&& with that in mind she'd made sure to make the madeleines herself, little cookie sized cakes that were shaped not in their traditional shell appearance but that of a heart in honor of the holiday. of course being heart shaped was no doubt expected from the bright fool, after all she loved her senpai ! she loved junpei, she loved yukari & fuuka & everyone at the dorm ! all her friends held her heart so why shouldn't she treat them with cute little heart shaped treats ! valentine's day is about love in all it's forms ! delighted to see the batch come fresh out of the oven almost perfect, the lot was half dipped within some semisweet chocolate. half were left to dry, while half were then sprinkled with some nuts for garnish, stuck neatly( as she very, VERY meticulously made sure the pieces laid juuuuust right ) within the chocolate. the other half were then separated once more & that half got a different garnish of white chocolate lines piped thinly for decor.

once done, the madelines were gathered & wrapped up within a cute handkerchief & tied with a ribbon to be put aside so it didn't get mixed up with the other goods & sweets. everything was to be made ahead of time so that early on february fourteenth the girls rushed downstairs & put out all the various chocolates & baked goods upon the grand table within the dinning area in the lounge for everyone to partake in all day ! specific boxes from each of the girls had been placed with everyone's names upon them, each having small bits of fudge or chocolates with silly messages or drawings.

the little bundle of madelines sat upon the boxes from fuuka & yukari, but minako's gift came with a little note rather than just a name of which said:

for senpai, who is very sweet but doesn't like things that are super sweet. - arisato p.s; you have to get all of us white day gifts now haha !

The kitchen was off-limits--a war zone, none of the boys dared to step outside of the rooms, heck some decided to spend their time outside of the dorm fearing for their lives. For Akihiko, he would hate to be locked in his room for hours, so he opt to go and train. It would be a good use of his time instead of holing himself up in his room.

Akihiko went on his usual jog, met some school mates on his way, and even club mates who share similar training regimen. Hagakure visit is a must, too after a long jog.

Junpei had texted him saying that the girls had finished their culinary crimes and he can get back home. It was not like left because of them so he decided to stick around and pay a visit to Officer Kurosawa.

The golden boy was not dense as to what this day hold in meaning. He just rather feign ignorance which can help him avoid unnecessary situations. The girls in the dorm were probably make gifts--chocolate ones for the people they like? Well, he get that it is not necessarily for people you 'love' since he got some chocolates from his foster mother early this morning. How kind of her ... which is another reason he cannot fail on his mission. He is Sanada's soul now.

Going back to the dorm after bidding goodbye to officer Kurosawa, he hoped at least that someone took care of what Fuuka had ... concocted. Whoever the poor fellow will get her mystery food x, may their soul rest in pieces--peace.

The smell is enough to knock someone out with diabetes. Geez, what were they doing? "I'm back," he said swinging the door open. Seems like there were no one in the lounge. "Hm... " he walked toward the dining table where boxes of different red gradient color were placed. "Did they make all of these? Cool." eyes quickly lays on the ones marked for him. "Huh? Me?" he raised an eyebrow in confusion.

"I see. They made for all of us, huh. Well, if we all get knocked out, who is going to save us? Sigh..." what a predicament. Declining a girl's gift is like ... opening gates of hell upon yourself. He'd fight shadows day and night than being placed in a situation like this.

Thinking ...

"Doubt anything in here can kill Junpei, so we might as well have a fighting chance." pure logic, ladies and gentlemen.

"Besides, Mitsuru will do something ... I think," unless she rather see them willow in pain .... she wouldn't, would she? Sigh ...

"Argh, dang it. If it does not kill me, at least it might make me stronger," perhaps. He picked the first thing on top which was the bundle. Something was obvious that it was from leader--just the careful details yells it is Arisato. Always looking out for everyone.

"Let's see... madeleines?" His first impression was a cake or chocolate something. This was not a bad choice in all honesty. Creative and different. To be honest, he could use a little bit more sugar today after his workout but hey, these go well for breaks between studying and training in his room. Definitely, a thoughtful gift.

He picked his share and climbed up to his room to try them out. Arisato's madeleines were chef kiss. All that home economics classes seem to have paid off, huh. Hopefully, the same goes for Fuuka's stuff--and Yukari's.

A smile curled his lips upon seeing the note. Yep, that's their leader. "I do like sweet things, though. Some sweet things." he do indulge in some sweet fries from time to times. They keep the kid in his heart alive. Oh, and pancakes. Pancakes are good.

"White day gifts, huh... Geez, now that's a hard thing to do. I have to think about it from now." he placed the note on his desk to be a reminder for him to not forget about his new obligatory gifts haha. God help him to pick something back for the girls.

valentine's day | i still accept them if u send them ~ | @foolshoujo

#ic.| akihiko #foolshoujo #[aaa sorry its late!!! now he will have to think of a white day gift haha #[we think of good one hohoh #[also i too for a long time thought he didnt like sweets but surprise he do. tho it is not like...SWEETS SWEETs. remember his gifts he like #[he favors sweet fries and likes some sweet things like sugar cookie and stuff like that #[mina is nice thanks for the thoughtful gift ;u;#valentine's day 2024.|

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tarrenterror25 · 1 year

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Alfred Pennyworth (Gotham) x F!Latin!Reader Title: When We Met, I Felt My Life Begin Rating: PG Word Count: 6.8K

Summary: You and Alfred are both trying to organize a special Valentine’s day for each other, but nothing seems to be going quite right! Luckily, young master Bruce is around to help you two get everything in order!

Tags: romantic comedy vibes, fluff, Alfred POV, alternating POV, young Bruce, wholesome family vibes, some smooching, mention of reader’s family

Notes: This is another one that I’m super nervous to post. I almost didn’t post this, but any who this is just a fun little thing written for Valentine’s Day 💖 Fools Rush In by Ray Eberle and Bow Wow Wow inspired this. Written with Latin reader in mind, but anyone is welcome to read! Written with Sean Pertwee’s Alfred because the idea of him and comedic fluff is too adorable to pass up! 💕

I did my best to make this lighthearted and funny and I hope you guys like it! I’m also super nervous writing something for a Latin reader.

Playlist here

When we met, I felt my life begin, so open up your heart and let this fool rush in.

There’s an immense amount of bustling activity in the city of Gotham today and Alfred Pennyworth has no patience for the dawdlers crowding up the shops and streets. A dog walker races down the sidewalk with several pups stringing them along and a businessman in front of Alfred can’t quite decide which side of the sidewalk he wants to stay on while gabbing on his phone.

Finally, after fighting the crowds, Alfred makes it to his destination; a local florist. Stepping inside, he’s exasperated and out of breath, but he’s bloody made it. A quick glance around the shop and Alfred is grateful that despite the holiday, the shop is rather empty.

The young lady at the counter smiles brightly when she sees Alfred. “Mr. Pennyworth! Right on time! Your arrangements are all set,” she says.

“Afternoon, Clara,” Alfred replies smile as he straightens up. “If you could just ‘ave the usual arrangements delivered that’d be wonderful, but I’m ‘ere to personally pick up the other one.”

Clara gives a sly smile. “Oh, that one!”

A blush creeps across the butler’s face and Clara gives a chuckle. “I’m just teasing!” she says. “I think it’s romantic and more men should aspire to be like you.”

Clara disappears into the back and returns with a beautiful bouquet of flowers; full and luscious with a variety of flowers and greenery. “She’s going to love this,” Clara says handing the bouquet to Alfred.

“Thank you, Clara, marvelous work as always,” Alfred comments.

“So what’s the plan for tonight?”

“Well,” Alfred says checking his watch, “I still ‘ave to pick up a gift then we’re goin’ out to dinner, then off to the cinema to see that new Basil Karlo film: ‘Midnight Mystery’.”

“How cute!” Clara says with bubbly smile. “Can’t go wrong with dinner and a movie.”

“So long as nothin’ does go wrong,” Alfred says with a chuckle. “So far everythin’ seems right as rain.”

While incessantly honking, you shout out the window of your car for the vehicle in front of you to stop blocking the lane. Behind you, a car honks and shouts for you to hurry up and move. Pedestrians weave between traffic making it difficult to inch along the streets of Gotham.

You could scream you’re so frustrated! Damn the people of Gotham for getting in the way of your Valentine’s day.

Alfred has planned to take you out to dinner and then to a movie, but you want to surprise him by cooking for him at Wayne Manor. You guys have been dating awhile, but this is your first Valentine’s day with each other and you’ll be damned if you’re gonna let some 4 o’clock traffic ruin it!

Whipping the wheel, you maneuver into another lane and take a different route to your apartment. Once there, you rush in and pack a bag; you’ll have to get dressed at Wayne Tower since you won’t have time to do it now. You procrastinated picking out an outfit so you just stuff a mix of clothes, accessories, and shoes into your bag. In the bathroom, your arm sweeps all of your beauty products into a bag. You told yourself to brainstorm how you wanted to look for tonight, but got distracted deciding what to cook for Alfred instead and then got distracted with something else and so on and so forth.

As you make your way back to your car, you’re tangled in the strap of your overnight bag. It’s only getting worse when you try to fish your keys out of your pocket while simultaneously dialing Wayne Manor on your cell as you.

You still have to get to the store and buy ingredients for your surprise dinner, get to Wayne Manor, prepare everything, and get dressed. Thankfully, Bruce was in on your plan and also offered his help to get Alfred out of the house for the day.

“Hello?”

“Bruce!” you say with a sigh of relief when the young man answers. “I’m headed to the store right now as we speak!”

“Hurry! No telling when Alfred will be back,” he says.

“Will do!” you say getting into your vehicle.

You hang up and speed down the streets of Gotham.

The Gotham Mall proves to not be as crowded, but that doesn’t make picking out a gift any easier. Would jewelry be too much too soon? Alfred is afraid to get clothes because he doesn’t want to get something you don’t like. He tried asking Bruce for ideas to which the young man said that you could never go wrong with the holy trinity of Valentine’s gifts: flowers, a teddy bear, and candy, particularly chocolates. Alfred already has the flowers and now he has a blue bag with a teddy bear and a box of chocolates, but he feels he needs something else, something more personal.

The butler retrieves his pocket watch. He has enough time before he has to meet you at Wayne Manor to pick you up for dinner. He feels terrible about leaving Bruce behind, but the young master did not budge on staying home. He found out the two of you had a chance to go out and urgently insisted upon it. It was very strange too, that Bruce was adamant that Alfred conduct his errands now of all times, but it did give Alfred an excuse to shop around for you though.

Another man sits next to Alfred, loudly having a conversation on his phone. It’s making it extremely difficult for Alfred to hear his own thoughts. He picks up his bag and continues walking, away from the nuisance.

Perhaps perfume? He remembers the name of the one you always wear. Or perhaps something you could use? Damn it all, he’s not very good at this. how long has it been since he’s had to be romantic?

At least I have the chocolates and the be-

A glance down and then a double take. Alfred sees that the bag he is holding is green instead of blue. The contents inside the bag are not the bear and chocolates, but some menswear.

Bloody hell.

Alfred glances back towards where he was sitting and sees the man that was next to him, still on the phone, get up and walk off with the blue bag in hand.

“Oi, sir!” Alfred calls out as he walks toward the man.

He doesn’t seem to hear Alfred over the conversation on his phone and keep walking so Alfred picks up the pace into a jog towards him. “Sir!” he says louder this time.

The man turns a corner and disappears from view. Alfred stops for a second and breathes out a “right then” before he breaks out into a light sprint after the man. When the stranger comes into his line of sight he shouts at him, “You there!”

Finally, the man glances over his shoulder. Whatever blissfully ignorant expression he had on his face before is replaced with fear at seeing a very determined man hurrying towards him. He hangs up his phone and scurries off.

You park your vehicle out of sight and hurry to the front door step of Wayne Manor juggling paper bags of groceries and your overnight bag. Bruce opens the door for you and you rush to the kitchen.

“The traffic is unbelievable today!” You say setting the paper bags on the kitchen island.

Bruce excitedly begins helping you remove the items from the bags. “So, what all are we making?” he asks. He retrieves two aprons and hands one to you while he dons the other.

You set your duffel bag off the side and begin retrieving some pots and pans. “Stuff my mom used to make for my dad when they first got together. It shouldn’t be too hard.”

“So what do we need to do first?” Bruce asks as he rolls up his sleeves.

It warms your heart seeing Bruce so interested in helping you make dinner for Alfred. You recall how nervous you were asking for the young man’s help in the first place.

When you first started seeing Alfred, Bruce was rather closed off and reserved from you. He had his reasons to be suspicious of you and you respected his space. It took some time, but when Bruce realized how much weight his approval held and how much you cared about Alfred, he came around. You never missed an opportunity to include Bruce in the things you did with Alfred such as now.

The two of you laugh and tell jokes as you cut and chop ingredients. He’s telling you about how he’s never seen Alfred so nervous except for when the butler first approached you to ask you to dinner. You start mixing up some dough in a bowl and start telling Bruce the significance of what you’re cooking. “My mother made some of this food for my father for their first date when they got together,” you explain.

“Sure seems like a lot of work,” Bruce comments as he preps bowls of ingredients. “I thought you said this was going to be easy!”

“I said it wasn’t going to be ‘too hard’, never said anything about easy!”

“Oh, the thing is in the study, on the desk,” Bruce says.

“Right!

Once the mise en place is set, you drop some onions and peppers into a saucepan to get them to soften and start up some water to boil. You task Bruce with rolling out balls of dough while you hurry over to the study.

On the desk in the middle of the room there is a business card. A warmth, like one that comes from a soft fire on a chill evening, spreads through you. You pick up the business card where the front has information for Wayne Enterprises. On the back is a scribbled phone number and a rosy pink kiss mark. It’s the business card that you handed back to Alfred when you first met him. Bruce mentioned having seen it and you asked for him to hold onto it so you could give it to Alfred.

The ticking of the clock on the wall becomes too difficult to ignore. You look at its face and gasp at the time. You still had to finish dinner and get dressed!

You leave the study and set the card down somewhere as you head back to the kitchen.

Back at the mall, the incorrect green bag still in hand, Alfred weaves around shoppers in his way as he pursues the stranger with his bag that has your gifts. The man he’s chasing seems to be under the impression that Alfred means him harm, but who could blame him? The butler is sprinting at him with his jaw clenched like he’s going to tackle him. At this point Alfred wants to for compensation of being put through this whole ordeal.

“Take it easy man!” the man shouts chancing a glance behind him at Alfred. He tumbles into a Valentine display, spilling its contents onto the floor. “Someone get this guy!” he shouts helplessly.

Alfred leaps over the mess of stuffed animals and cards then continues after the man. “Oi!,” he yells. “That’s my bag you’ve got!”

Panic prevents the stranger from paying any attention so he continues to evade Alfred. Frightened, the man quickly ducks into an elevator and Alfred approaches it just as the glass door closes.

“Damn,” Alfred curses.

He looks to the numbers above the doorway. It’s heading up. Alfred makes a run for the staircase and curses again when his phone rings. “’Ello?”

“Alfred, it’s Bruce,” the young boy says in a hushed voice.

“Master Bruce, yes, ‘s everythin’ alright? Why you whisperin’?”

“I’m calling to see if you ordered the tickets for the movie tonight?”

Bloody fucking hell.

God, he could punch himself a thousand times over.

“You forgot didn’t you?” Bruce says, a chuckle in his voice.

“N-No! I didn’t forget. Just ‘aven’t got ‘round to it. I’ll get it done now,” Alfred says hanging up.

He makes it to the top of the stairs and his eyes scan for the elevators. A set of silver doors opens and there’s the man stepping out. Alfred makes a beeline for him and expertly maneuvers around people with the bag in one hand and his phone in the other.

He ducks under two maintenance workers carrying a ladder and sidesteps effortlessly out of the way of a woman pushing along a pram. He dials a number and puts the phone up to his ear. “’Ello? Yes, this the Majestic Theater?” he says trying to keep his focus trained on the man ahead of him while speaking. “I need two tickets for a showin’ of that Basil Karlo film for tonight!...Yes, that one!...Sold out? Oh, damn!” He hangs up.

He jumps over some decorative shrubbery and almost steps into an inground pond, but manages to catch himself and keep going. He dials another number.

“’Ello, Star Cinema?...Yes, two tickets for the Basil Karlo film at- are you bloody jokin’?? Sold out?” He hangs up.

The man Alfred is pursuing hops onto an escalator going down.

“I’ve had ‘nough of this!” Alfred says tossing aside the man’s green bag. A woman behind him shouts “hey!”, but Alfred is too pissed to turn around and apologize.

He hops onto the escalator going down and as politely as he can, hurriedly brushes past people to catch up to the man. Right as the poor terrified stranger is about to walk off the platform of the escalator, Alfred grabs the him by the back of his shirt. “Finally!” Alfred says a little out of breath. “The hell is your problem?!”

“Don’t hurt me!” the man says cowering in fear. “I’ll pay him back next week, I swear it!”

Alfred scowls. “I’m not ‘ere for your money, idiot,” he says roughly releasing the man. “You made off with my bloody bag, you twit.” Alfred snatches the blue bag from the man and check its contents. Relief hits as he sees everything is still there.

“Hey, wait, then where’s my bag??” The man asks in an accusatory tone.

Alfred starts to walk off, but whips around when the man pipes up. “You better turn right ‘round ‘fore I sort you out, yeah?”

The stranger just holds his hands up and backs away.

Alfred straightens out his jacket with a huff and checks his pocket watch. Now he was running behind.

“Now let’s see,” you say examining some ingredients, “I can’t quite remember how much of this I’m supposed to put. Here, let me just call my mom real quick.”

“What are these for?” Bruce asks gesturing to some bowls of meats and cheeses.

“You roll out the dough and add a filling,” you say resting your phone between your ear and shoulder as you demonstrate the process. He follows along with you and gets the hang of it pretty quick.

“Ma!” You say hearing your mother pick up. You speak to her in Spanish asking about the dish, but your mother isn’t making the most sense. Then again, these recipes have been passed down through generations of your family and their units of measure along with their memory was not always reliable. So your mother is just second guessing herself a lot as she tries to recall the details. You urge your mother to get to the point of her answer instead of giving you the whole backstory of the food you’re trying to make and the hundreds of variations of it from tia to tia. “Ma! I just need to know how much of this to put!” you insist. “¡Dime, por favor!”

You listen to her try to gather her thoughts and finally she starts relaying the details of the recipe to you.

“And then your father,” she says getting lost in the unnecessary details again, “likes them with the green salsa I make and- wait a second, who is this for?” A gasp. “Es para tu novio?”

“Yes, ma!” you say embarrassed. “Now how much of this do I put?!”

“When are you bringing him around?” Your mother begins to ramble, berating you for not having yet brought Alfred around your family.

Bruce taps your shoulder and makes a ‘time’ gesture to his wrist. You nod and make a gesture that you guys are gonna start wrapping things up.

Finally, you get off the phone with your mother and together you and Bruce get food in the oven and allow the food on the stove to simmer.

The two of you remove your aprons and hang them back up. “Now I have to get his present ready and get dressed,” you say. “Will you set the table?”

“Sure thing!” Bruce says hurrying off to the dining room.

You grab your duffel bag and head upstairs to the guest room. You style your hair, do your makeup, and put on a red dress with a dainty floral pattern. After you slip on some espadrille sandals, you put on some gold earrings and a matching gold chain. There’s a floor length mirror that you look yourself over in. Satisfied, you head back downstairs to the study to pick up the card.

Your plan is to place it into a shadowbox frame. Alfred will be able to add the movie tickets to it after tonight. Entering the study, you look to the desk and frown. All of the other stationery is as you left it, but one thing is missing.

The card isn’t there.

“Oh no.”

“’Ello, yes, this the Luxe theater?...Yes, tickets to Midnight Mystery...How the devil is everywhere sold out!...Yes, I’m ‘ware it is a highly anticipated film...Yes, well, thank you.”

Alfred hangs up and continues driving back to the manor. Great. Well a movie was likely to not happen tonight. He’s rather disappointed about it because he promised you he’d take you to see it. There’s a twinge of shame in him for failing you on that front, but hopefully the rest of the evening can make up for it. He checks his pocket watch again and curses at seeing he’ll be late meeting up with you at the manor. Traffic has definitely picked up as the evening draws near with everyone trying to get to restaurants, clubs, theaters, and what have you for their dates.

This was his first Valentine’s Day with you and his first one in a long time. Alfred Pennyworth is not one to show too much emotion, but being with you turned him into an absolute lovesick wreck. God, did you make his heart race. He recalls the first time he saw you; you were walking past him on the street as he was on his way to escort Bruce to Wayne Enterprises. He saw you at the same time everyday and swore that the clouds parted and the sun shone a little brighter in Gotham when you walked by.

The bleak city didn’t hold much charm to Alfred when it came to the view, he’d lived here most of his life and felt he had seen everything there was to see. Then you walked by and he wondered why he had never seen you before because surely yours was a face he would remember.

It took awhile, but he finally worked up the courage to chat with you except he ended up stumbling over his words and making a fool of himself. You asked him something in Spanish. He wasn’t sure what you said, but he just knew that your voice was one he desperately would want to hear again no matter what you were saying.

You were so cool and collected while was certain he was sweating bullets. He recalls how his hand shook while handing you a business card to write your phone number on. And then you kissed it, a sweet chaste kiss that left a pink kiss mark on the card. He was too stunned to move and this made you giggle. You held out the card to him and he just stared at it like an idiot. Bruce even nudged him, but Alfred was frozen. His hand was moving at a snail’s pace to take the card so you just smiled and tucked it into his breast pocket before continuing on your way. Your form faded into the crowd of people and he wondered if he had imagined you. His hand came up to press against his pocket to be sure the card was there and he pulled it out.

Whether he would see you beyond that moment didn’t matter, your memory was permanently seared into his mind.

A sigh from the butler.

Best to let you know he’ll be late. Alfred gets his phone out again and dials your number.

You and Bruce are tearing through the manor, retracing your steps for a fourth, fifth, and sixth time searching for the card. You’re trying to keep it together so your makeup doesn’t smear, but things are looking rather grim.

During the frantic search you don’t hear any of the timers in the kitchen go off.

You do hear your phone ringing since it’s in your hand. The contact shows it’s Alfred. You answer it, trying to mask your shaky voice.

“Amor,” you say lovingly.

“’Ello, darling,” he replies. “Just callin’ to check on you.”

“Doing just fine, um, just getting dressed for dinner,” you say still looking through the manor for the business card.

“‘Bout that, darling. I’m runnin’ a bit behind,” Alfred says sounding disappointed.

“Oh!” you say with relief, but quickly try to mask it. “I mean, oh, that’s alright, there’s no rush!”

The high pitched whine of a smoke detector goes off in the kitchen and you bolt in that direction.

“No!” you shout seeing smoke come from the oven and the contents on the stove boiling over.

“Everythin’ alright??” you hear Alfred call out over the phone.

“Yes!” you assure him trying to turn off everything. “Just uh, got caught on something is all!” You grab a towel and try to wave the smoke away from the smoke detector.

“Darling, I can hear a smoke detector?”

Bruce comes into the kitchen and sighs defeatedly, “There’s no sign of it, I’ve looked ever- woah!”

“Is that Master Bruce?” Alfred asks. “Are you at the manor already?”

“No! I, um, that’s just the tv!” you shout.

Bruce winces as he realizes he’s almost given away the surprise. He mouths an apology and opens a window.

As if nothing else could get anymore out of control, your mother is calling you. You let out an exasperated breath; the smoke, your ruined dinner, and trying to maintain some level of subterfuge exhausting all of your energy.

“Hold on, Alfred,” you say answering your mother on the other line. “Mama!,” you say firmly. “No tengo tiempo para hablar! Es que tengo mucho que hacer antes de-”

“It’s...it’s still me, love,” Alfred says stopping you in the middle of your rant.

“Oh. Right.”

You finally assuage Alfred and your mother and are able to return to the task at hand: dinner. Having everything become inedible puts a wrench in your plans for sure, but Bruce, clever young man that he is, is able to save some of the food.

“I’m sorry,” Bruce says.

“Nothing to be sorry about, Bruce,” you say. “I’m the one who’s sorry. Here you are helping me and well,” you sigh, “I’m kind of messing everything up.”

“I think you’re just nervous is all,” Bruce says setting the still edible food onto a serving plate. “But at least you guys still have the movie to look forward to.”

“Are you sure you won’t go with us, Bruce?” you ask placing a hand on his shoulder.

“I don’t want to get in the way of your date with Alfred. I know how important it is to you being Valentine’s day and all.”

You smile and place a silver dome onto the serving plate. “Bruce, you know, in other parts of the world, Valentine’s day isn’t just romantic love, it’s about friends as well.”

“Really?” he asks curiously.

You nod. “Love isn’t just something shared with another person who gives you butterflies in your stomach. It’s shared between friends and family. I know it might be really forward of me, but Bruce, I think of you and Alfred as my friends and my family.”

“You don’t...you don’t think I’m in the way or anything? I figured you were just letting me help because you felt sorry or-”

“Oh no, Bruce!” You gently pull him into a hug and he lets you. There’s tension in him, but you feel the young man in your arms relax and return your hug. “You have no idea how important you are to me. And I’m the lucky one to have your help on this day.”

Bruce pulls away with a small smile on his face and he tries to be subtle in wiping his eye. You pretend you don’t see. “Guess we could order some pizza,” he says.

“That’s probably the best way to go,” you sigh. “At least we have something to show for our hard work,” you comment with the serving plate in hand. You head off to the dining room.

There’s that warm fuzzy feeling in you again as you see the table; there’s some roses set out and candles on the table. Despite the size and coldness of the long, usually empty table, this feels cozy. Two sets of dishes sit across from each other near the end. You set the serving plate in the middle, careful not to disturb too much of Bruce’s hard work.

“Bruce,” you say softly.

“What? It looks okay, right? I looked up some stuff online for ideas and I just thought-”

“It looks wonderful,” you say.

“I feel like there’s a ‘but’ coming.”

You walk over to the cabinet where the dishes are kept and grab an extra set. “You forgot to set out plates for one more,” you say setting the dishes down at the head of the table.

“I-I couldn’t,” Bruce argues. “I’ll just eat in the parlor or something.”

“Only if that is what you want,” you say matter of factly. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, but I want you to know that if you did join us, I would love to have you.”

He offers a soft smile. Alfred tells you he doesn’t smile much these days after the loss of his parents so you know what it means to see even a hint of joy from him.

The sound of a car pulling up in the driveway reaches your ears and you both gasp.

“I can’t find the card anywhere!” Bruce reminds you.

“That’s okay!” you assure him.

The two of you break and Bruce heads for the door while you stay behind in the kitchen to order the pizza.

Alfred walks up to the front door, cursing for running so far behind. Bruce opens the door before he can he get a hand on it. “Master Bruce, is everythin’ alright?”

“Of course,” Bruce says. “Come in! Come in!”

Alfred furrows his brow as the young master takes the flowers and bags from him. “You should probably go get dressed,” Bruce says to the butler.

“She’s not here yet, is she?” Alfred asks hanging up his coat.

“Nope! She just called and said she’s also running behind.”

“Excellent then,” Alfred says undoing his tie. “I wasn’t able to get those bloody tickets for the damned movie so I’ll have to come up with an alternative.”

Bruce looks thoughtful for a moment. “I have an idea,” he says. “Just get dressed and I can take care of it.”

“You sure?” the butler asks with a brow raised with suspicion.

“Yes! Now go!” Bruce urges him up the stairs by giving the butler a push.

“The hell has gotten into you?” Alfred asks going up the stairs.

Once Alfred is dressed, he finds Bruce in the study. “Lookin’ for somethin’?” Alfred asks suspiciously.

Bruce quickly sets down a stack of papers. “The movie.”

“The movie?”

“I know what we can do for the movie.”

It was time.

You smooth out your dress nervously as you wait in the dining room for Bruce to lead Alfred in. They managed to keep busy while you retrieved the pizza at the door.

There was a lot of noise outside in the backyard, but you didn’t want to chance a peek at them lest you ruin the surprise of you being there.

You can hear Alfred’s voice down the hall asking why they are going to the dining room and Bruce telling him to keep walking.

“Master Bruce, I dare say I’ll be late if I don’t-”

Alfred enters the dining room holding the flowers, bear, and chocolates. He’s dressed in a deep maroon tweed suit with a light tan waistcoat and a red tie. He sees you waiting by the candlelit table and he’s clearly caught off guard by the sight; mouth slightly agape, eyes looking you over like it’s the first time all over again. He stumbles over his words trying to greet you and laughs nervously.

Your own cheeks are warm as you go over to him. “Happy Valentine’s Day, amor,” you say kissing his cheek. His face is warm, too and nearly as red as his suit.

Bruce is just in the background looking rather smug with having had a hand in making his uptight butler flustered.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, darling,” Alfred says. “These are for you.”

He holds out the bouquet to you. “And these as well,” Alfred says holding out the bear and chocolates to you. A quick glance over and you see Bruce exchange a thumbs up with his butler.

You smile and take them. The bear is a shade of chocolate brown with a handsome red bow around its neck and the chocolates are in a lush pink square box with a white ribbon. “They’re lovely,” you say. “Um, I had a gift for you and had hoped to make you dinner, but there was a little trouble in the kitchen.”

“Thought I smelled smoke,” he says playfully.

You gently smack his arm and he laughs.

“I know a nice dinner out was probably in your plans,” you say, “but I wanted to cook for you instead.”

“A much better idea if I may say so,” Alfred says.

“Thanks to Bruce we managed to save some of the originally planned food,” you say removing the dome top from the serving plate. “And then the local pizzeria has been kind enough to cater our evening tonight.”

You make a flourished gesture to a couple of pizza boxes on the table and Bruce and Alfred laugh.

“Here, ‘llow me,” Alfred says pulling out a chair for you.

He pushes you in. “Are you joining us, Master Bruce?”

“Yes,” Bruce says. “This evening I will be your chaperone, Alfred,” he adds jokingly.

“Cheeky,” Alfred returns playfully and pulls out the head chair for Bruce.

Bruce sits and when Alfred seats himself, you see Bruce holding something to you out of sight of the butler.

The card!

You lean down and whisper a ‘thank you’ as you take the card.

Despite some of the mishaps, the food that was saved smells heavenly. Alfred has a huge smile on his face and Bruce is sitting up straight with pride. “Bruce helped me make all of this,” you say. “I couldn’t have done it without him.”

“Is that why you wanted me out of the house?” Alfred asks.

Bruce gives a sly smile. “Guilty.”

The three of you eat and talk; about how you and Alfred had your own mishaps throughout the day. You almost spat out your drink at hearing how he had to chase down a man at the mall.

“That poor man!” you say.

Bruce is laughing so hard, he’s holding onto his side.

“He wasn’t bloody payin’ attention! I tried callin’ out to ‘im!” Alfred says defensively.

“Well, my mother held us up while we were cooking,” you add. “She’s uh, asking when I’ll bring you around.”

Alfred looks up a bit nervously. “I mean, well, if...if that’s somethin’ you should desire then I’m ‘appy to oblige. ‘Course if it’s not then I respect that as well.”

Bruce looks to you curiously for an answer.

“Of course I’d love to,” you say. “They’re dying to meet you, both of you.”

Bruce smiles as he takes a drink from his glass.

“Before I forget, I have something for you Bruce,” you say. You excuse yourself and return with a small gift bag. “Remember when I said that Valentine’s Day is for friends and family? Well, I hope you didn’t think I forgot you.”

Though he tries to hide it, you can see the young man’s eyes light up. Alfred smiles too, seeing him open the gift bag and retrieve a deep red cardigan. Bruce looks to you with a genuine smile. “Thank you,” he says.

You won’t know because he won’t tell you, but he’s touched by your gesture at thinking of him during a time when many can feel alone.

After dinner, Bruce excuses himself for awhile. You and Alfred now stand together in the parlor. You set the bear and box of chocolates on the coffee table and turn over the bouquet of flowers in your hands to observe the arrangement.

“I was very particular with the ‘ssortment,” Alfred says clearing his throat.

“Oh?”

He moves closer to you and points to the flowers as he describes them. “Yes, well, roses are ‘course for love and beauty, but violets are for humility.”

You look up at him through your lashes and he takes a slow deep breath; like you’ve knocked the wind out of him looking at him like that.

“I know,” he says, “that I’m hardly deservin’ of someone as wonderful and beautiful as you. I recognize how lucky I am to ‘ave you.”

“What else?” It’s barely a whisper from you, but you’re too enamored with what he’s saying to notice.

“Aster is,” you see he’s getting nervous now as he speaks, “is for patience. I’m well ‘ware that lovin’ me isn’t easy given...the circumstances, but I ‘ppreciate it and you as well, ‘mmensely. So thank you, for your patience with me.”

There’s a dreamy glossy eyed look on your face as you watch him speak. your heart swells at hearing the hard work he’s put into something as simple as a bouquet of flowers for you. And you know he feels pride in knowing that his meticulous attention to detail does not go by you unnoticed.

“Now for your real gift,” you say.

You hold up the business card showing the embossed information for Wayne Enterprise and then flip it around to show where your number is scribbled next to your kiss. Alfred’s face lights up as he gingerly takes it. “I thought I’d lost it,” he says softly.

“Bruce said he found it in your car and I asked him to keep it safe for me,” you say. “I was surprised when I found out that you had kept it.”

“‘Course I kept it!” Alfred says in shock. “I’d ‘ave been daft to throw it with the rubbish!”

“Well now you have it again and you’ll be sure not to lose it this time,” you playfully warn.

“‘Course,” Alfred says putting it in the pocket of his waistcoat.

“Do you remember that day?” you ask softly.

“Like I could forget,” he replies.

There’s a fluttering in your stomach as Alfred looks at you now. You would have thought that you two have been dating long enough for the nerves to go away, but Alfred just makes you nervous anytime you’re around him. Your palms get sweaty, you fidget with your hair, and you tend to avoid his gaze like you’re doing now.

“Nervous, darling?” he asks softly reaching his hand out to touch your cheek.

“No,” you say trying to keep your composure.

“You always tend to look away from me when you’re nervous,” Alfred notes as he takes your hand in his other.

You will yourself to look up at him and you melt. Slowly, the two of you gravitate towards the other until there’s hardly room for the shared breath between the two of you. Kissing Alfred is like kissing someone you’ve known across many lifetimes and will continue to know for many more. Strong hands hold your waist gently as if you’re a flower whose petals will fall if one is not careful.

“I love you,” you say when the two of you finally pull apart.

“And I, you,” Alfred says with a smile.

“So, what time is the movie?”

Alfred winces a bit.

“Yes, ‘bout that, darling. I thought perhaps we would enjoy a film in a way that was similar in fashion to our dinner,” Alfred says.

“You forgot to order the tickets, didn’t you?” you can hardly hide your laugh when he scowls.

“Is this Basil Karlo worth his bloody weight in gold or somethin’!? Yes, I may ‘ave forgotten, but that’s not the point, darling,” Alfred says sternly. “Point is,” he says straightening his tie, “that we ‘ave a much more suitable alternative.”

At that moment, Bruce enters the parlor. “Ah, master Bruce,” Alfred says. “Would you two mind headin’ outside while I gather the refreshments?”

“Sure,” Bruce says with a smile.

You’re confused, but follow Bruce outside to the backyard. Upon stepping out the door, your jaw drops.

There’s a projector casting its picture onto a makeshift screen and in front of it is an outdoor couch with pillows and blankets. Some outdoor lights are strung up to help illuminate the area as the sun says farewell. There’s an outdoor coffee table in front of the couch where a few snacks are laid out. Bruce holds up a movie, ‘The Ghost in Gray’.

“Starring Simon Trent,” Bruce adds.

“I’ve never seen it, but I’ve always wanted to,” you say excitedly. “Bruce, did you help with this?”

“Face it, the two of you would have had a terrible time if I wasn’t around to save the day,” Bruce says blowing on his fingers curled into a light fist and brushing them on his shirt looking very accomplished.

“This is one of those rare times where I say he’s right,” Alfred comments bringing out a large bowl of popcorn and glass bottles of Soder Cola. He sets them on the table. “Glad to see your mind bein’ put to use for somethin’ other than detective work.”

“Alfred,” Bruce says.

“Oh, I only tease, master Bruce,” Alfred assures him while starting up the movie.

The three of you sit on the couch; Bruce sitting in the middle between you two. Just before the movie starts you rush inside the manor and come back with a polaroid camera.

“Smile!” you say as you snap a selfie of the three of you.

You set the picture on the table and the three of you watch the movie together. When it’s over, Bruce heads off to bed and it’s just you and Alfred outside.

“I ‘pologize that today didn’t quite go as planned,” Alfred says as he puts an arm around you as the credits to the movie play.

You move closer to him, an arm around his chest. “I say it went better than expected,” you say.

Alfred wants to kiss you, but he hesitates, after all this time he still hesitates. His lips move closer to yours then stop, waiting for permission to continue. His well-mannered nature is so endearing. You meet him halfway to close the space between the two of you.

When the two of you pull away, you lean into each other watching the credits roll as a song plays.

“Come now,” Alfred says standing up. “Night is still young, darling.” He holds his hand out to you. “And there’s one thing I can do right.”

You laugh and take his hand. He guides you to a clear spot on the lawn. The two of you hold each other close and sway to the music playing as the credits roll. You smile as he spins you and pulls you back to him.

The next morning, while you sleep, Alfred takes the business card you gave him and sets it on his nightstand right next to a picture of the two of you. He found the shadowbox frame that was meant for the card and took it to the parlor. He sets inside the frame the polaroid of you, himself, and Bruce.

He sets it on the mantle above the fireplace with a smile.

Translations: Amor - Love, used as a term of endearment Dime, por favor - Please, tell me! Es para tu novio? - Is this for your boyfriend? No tengo tiempo para hablar! - I don’t have time to talk! Es que tengo mucho hacer antes de - It’s because I have a lot to do before-

💕Thank you for reading!💕 💕Sending all my love to you this Valentine’s Day 💕

#Alfred Pennyworth #alfred pennyworth x reader #alfred x reader #alfred pennyworth gotham #alfred pennyworth (gotham)#Alfred Pennyworth x latin reader #alfred x latin reader #valentine's day fic

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soleilocverse · 1 month

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Gel Clings/Window Stickies

Here's pics of some of the gel clings I bought as fic research! The halloween ones were first and would you believe me :) if i said they were on my window until the beginning of this month (march) and then. i sat on this post for 3 weeks DHSKFJH

Fic research notes below:

I got all of these from target btw!! some of them in the seasonal section, some of them in that dollar section. okay so things i have learned:

BUGS. will stick in these. i thought my room was a bug free zone until i woke up to like three of those little tiny (idet they're fruit flies) stuck to the surfaces.

Follow up point. IF. u try and wipe those bugs out normally, and they're not fresh, they will crumble into little bug dust and get all sorts of stuck in your gel cling. so either catch them early (you won't. ness might if he's checking them every day but these things become bg noise for me) or carefully pluck them out with your fingers wrapped in a paper towel or smth. or resign yourself to bug dust <3

they Will rip if you are too rough with them

FOLLOW UP POINT, they rip much easier when they've been sitting in the sun for five months and u decide now's the time to switch them out :)

sitting in the sun makes them soft and hot and floppy!! they feel thinner and more delicate than the fresh ones

sitting in the sun for five months also gives them a distinct scent that, if i was feeling generous, i would describe as "sun-warmed." and if i was feeling Not generous, i would describe as "melted plastic" aDHSKJDS

they don't actually catch as much hair/dust as i would've expected?

BOO, i hate putting together the ones like the taco where there's multiple parts. they're kind of annoying to line up (this was seconded by someone else irl)

they sure will just make these things whatever. "love you 'slow much'" is v funny and i think the sloths are cute but babes what does that have to do with valentine's :sob: same for all the foods. i put the taco and pizza together with a heart between them tho like they're a couple

LOL i actually did have ones that said trick or treat but they were ugly and i dropped them on the floor behind a stack of boxes and forgot it existed until after i took this photo. so point being. sometimes u buy the set just for one or two cute things in it. (i can't remember if it was the pumpkins or the BOO; that pic includes 3 mish-mashed sets)

IF i had space for it, there is no way i would've taken down the halloween ones so now all i can think of is ness and crew slowly filling up their window w/ all these miscellaneous holiday gel clings until it's filled up (bc. idt any of them could bear saying no to Ness one's he's started it this way, and soleil would take his cue from the others)

actually (and this is why i do fic research) thinking more about those implications and, ahh,, atm at least, i think soleil would genuinely be the first to break and clear up the window (some). athena would be too enamored with ness filling up all this space on his own even if it bothers her a bit, cyrill would genuinely think it looks hilarious and send pics to his family gc every time new clings go up, and ray would be too unbothered to care either way, esp when his partners aren't super bothered. but soleil has the most practice saying no to ness/re-routing him into smth else, and he Would like to be able to look outside again, actually.

#fic research #visuals #ch.16 #ALSO LOL i forgot about those tags i had in the ness stocking post #i DID actually put up cardstock behind these to take a pic but then it showed MY reflection which was arguably worse of a doxx #and then i sat on this post's next step for 4 months bc my brain was like that WAS the plan boss idk what u want from me now

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car-sounds · 3 months

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Valentine's Baking

Simeon x (GN)reader

1020 words

Summary: Simeon and Mc do some baking the weekend before Valentine's Day.

Simeon and you were walking towards each other through the halls of RAD, Simeon ended up being the one to start your conversation “Oh, Mc. I had something I wanted to talk to you about, do you have a minute?”

“Yeah, go ahead.”

The two of you continue walking to the RAD exits while Simeon explains what was on his mind “I thought since Valentine's Day is coming up the two of us could bake some cookies together. I know that the brothers will probably be hogging your attention throughout that day, maybe we could get together this weekend to make some sweets that way we could also hand them out to everyone else as their Valentine's gifts.”

“Of course, I would love to!” Simeon looks delighted with your answer, and continues to explain what he had in mind “I’m sure Purgatory Hall already has all the ingredients we need and I remember both Luke and Solomon said they would be out most of the day on Sunday. If you can make it then, it would be easier to keep the surprise from them.”

“Sunday works for me. Are you sure you don’t need me to bring any ingredients?” The two of you stop when you reach the corner you usually part ways at, to have a bit more time to talk. “No, don’t worry I’ve got that covered. Let me walk you the rest of the way home, It’s nice getting a moment alone with you.” You agree and catch up with what went on in your day.

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It’s the weekend before Valentine's Day, Simeon texted you the day before telling you the time Solomon and Luke should be out of the house, around one in the afternoon with them coming back before dinner. Hopefully that also left time for you to air out the kitchen so the cookie surprise isn’t immediately obvious.

When the wait is up Simeon picks you up from the House of Lamentation, the two of you discuss the cookie decoration ideas you both had in mind. Setting up the cookie making starts pretty much right away, Simeon had already gotten out the recipe you’ll be using, it was decided over text that making heart shaped sugar cookies would be the most on theme dessert for the holiday. He starts reading out the ingredient list directing you to pull them out so they’ll be ready to use. Once that’s done Simeon tells you to get started while he grabs something from his room, he comes back after about a minute holding a present wrapped in pink heart shaped wrapping paper.

You feel a little guilty when you first see what he has, you didn’t have anything on hand to give to him since you were going to wait until the actual holiday. “Oh, what’s that?” He gestures the gift towards you and responds “It’s one of the gifts I have for you today, I thought it would be best to give this to you now rather than later given what it is.”

“Thank you Simeon! You should have told me that you were going to be. I could've brought some of the things I had for you.” You say while starting the unwrapping. “Well, that would have ruined the surprise wouldn’t it? So do you like it?” It’s a Valentine’s Day themed apron, pink and covered with heart prints. “Oh! It’s so cute! Thank you”

“I’m glad you enjoy it, I even have one here I bought for myself so we could be matching. With that out of the way let’s actually start baking. Oh, let me help you tie up your apron?”

Once both of you decided who was going to do each step, you and Simeon got to work chatting more about whatever random things that came to either of your minds. Once the cookies were cut into their shapes and thrown into the oven, the two of you got started on the icing, it was divided into separate bowls and dyed one red, one white, one pastel pink. Simeon was helping you learn how to properly flood the icing and both of you were trying to make as many different designs as possible using some of the sprinkles the kitchen had on hand and the different coloured icing.

Not all of them ended up original but they were still super cute. Simeon had even made some extra preparations and bought little boxes to give the cookies in, boxing the cookies was relatively quick, although there was some debate on who to give each cookie to.

It didn’t take as long as you expected and there was still a bit of time before Solomon and Luke came back. Simeon expressed interest in you staying for dinner tonight, since that's the plan there’s you have extra time to hang out with Simeon before everyone else gets back. It’s an hour before they come back enough time to make dinner together and than clean up, it goes pretty smoothly and by the time Luke and Solomon are back the kitchen is as clean as it was when they left and the cookie scent was gone from the room which would keep them from asking questions and ruining the surprise for themselves. Dinner was nice and once it was finished there was a bit of chatting before Simeon pulled you to his room. There was a cute pink box sitting on his bed.

“I said there was going to be another gift, didn't I? Go ahead, open it.” You pull off the top of the box and inside is a small heart shaped cake, it's decorated with pink frosting as the base and white frosting as decorative piping with those large pearl sprinkles carefully placed on it. “Oh, it’s so pretty! Thank you.”

“I made it yesterday, I’m glad you like it. ” He prepared a knife and plates that were placed off to the side. It’s a delicious vanilla cake with strawberry flavoured buttercream frosting, it’s a wonderful moment between just the two of you…

Until Solomon and Luke come barging in and interrupt the moment.

Masterlist

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me simeon #obey me x reader #obey me x simeon #mc x simeon #valentines day

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the-missann · 3 months

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Alright, so this is pretty much a set up from past me to actually do this.

So, recently, I've been extremely lonely and have been trying to find a way to fill that void. It went from me trying to play some mmorpgs to find friends, to giving up and just accepting company in 2D men by playing some visual novels.

I played Under Maintenance and am working on getting all the endings in A Date With Death and while I loved both those games, they brought me back to my roots of writing romance.

Since it's February and I'm single I was thinking about relationships and got these two idea.

I've never written a rom com before and after playing Under Maintenance I wanted to try my hand at one and got a super cute idea.

The concept is an struggling writer who works at a bookstore who starts to pull the attention of her boss after spit taking at one of his jokes at a company party. His interest in her soon spirals and he sees how miserable she is at work. He then gives her a week to quit or he'll fire her himself.

Wanting a break from her entire life, an upcoming holiday is the perfect time to try and relax. While going to see her family at her hometown, she's met with someone else who also happens to have family there, no one other than her boss--the one who's about to fire her.

I decided to make this a little Nano, but lord knows I'm gonna give up and miss my deadline. So, to try and make things possoble for me, I actually started on Jan 23 and got a decent 12k words already.

It you're interested, wish me luck in actually finishing it and I'll likely have some stuff to post about after this next thing I have planned.

Again, this is a set up from past me, but also in my bout of loneliness, I started to think about how much I hate the culture that only people you're romantically involved with can show you love and appreciation for your time and pressence. Personally, I would love to celbrate Valentine's day with friends, just to show them how much I care for them.

My rambling aside, this made me want to showcase something related to this and while I had another idea, I scrapped it for this one!

For every day in February, I'm going to post a short story about the many relationships in my stories.

My MC Cassie has TONS of relationships, so I figured it'd be best to show it by giving little in-universe stories about the romantic, platonic, and familial love she experiences with everyone I've brought to life.

This is just my small way of sharing all kinds of love and to show how we don't just have to me romantic to love each other.

So, hopefully, I won't flake on myself and I'll have some of it done by this time this post is up.

But, if you're interested, I hope you enjoy reading and I also want you to know that love comes in all shapes ad sizes so don't feel like you can't have what everyone else does, you just have to find it in your own way ☺

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umitscomplicated · 1 year

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Presents

Falcon and I exchanged Christmas presents tonight. I have been so anxious about tonight, for the entire day. I was worried about how the gift would go over, because I went so intensely into the sentimental. I also just hate feelings and don’t want to talk about them. So he comes over. Our plans for the evening were basically gifts, food, and playing a board game. He had asked me about food and I said I wanted sushi, but neither of us were hungry yet, so we did gifts first. That was also good because I told him I was anxious about it. He asked why, and I explained that it was basically about everything - about what I got him, about what he got me, doing presents for the first time, and because mine required some explanation and I hate words and feelings. I let him know that when I said that I didn’t know him well enough to get him a present, what I really meant is it was hard to get him stuff because I don’t know what stuff he has or a lot about what stuff he likes, so I went super sentimental instead.

I asked him to open his gifts first. One is the box of memories, and the other is the compass with a perpetual calendar. I had him open the box first, and had to explain a couple of the things, but he got most of them. I let him know that this was mostly because of the conversation we had about being in different places, when he said he had a hard time remembering where we were before. He said it was very thoughtful. Then I had him open the compass/calendar, and he thought that was really super cool. I said how I had gotten obsessed with the idea of time, and this was more about the future. That it was so he could always find the time and place, hopefully for me. He thought that was really cute, and said he’s going to put it on his desk.

Then I open his present to me. He says he got it because it’s something we do a lot together. He got me chopsticks!! It was so perfect. I said I almost put chopsticks in the box, so it was literally perfect. And so funny that I wanted to get sushi for dinner. It’s a set of 5 in a box, with a travel bag too. They’re wood with dragons on them, and have the matching chopstick rests.

Then we were both hungry, so we ordered and went to pick up sushi. We came back, ate, and played a board game. It was a game that’s new to both of us, so we had to read through instructions and figure out strategy in playing. It took a long time, but it was really fun. It was basically time for him to leave by the time we were done. I asked him about new year’s eve. I had been putting that off until the end of the evening, because I didn’t want to be mad all night if he said he wasn’t coming. He asked me to remind him what I do on NYE, so I told him about how we go to Raven’s family and do mini pizzas and the burn list, plus we have last year’s manifestations list, and we are absolutely going to burn the shit out of that. He said he doesn’t do great with big groups, because he just doesn’t really know what to say to anyone. I said this is the one holiday I want with him - this and my birthday. I don’t want Thanksgiving or Christmas, I’m not even sure I’ll be here for either of those next year, I don’t care about Valentine’s day, maybe Halloween but I’m fine without it - I want NYE. I’m always here for that holiday.

He said he thinks the only conflict is that it’s #5’s night, because it’s Saturday. I said, “Yeah, but she gets Christmas.” He’s literally going home with her to do Christmas with her family. He said “True.” He said he will ask her about it, because he has Sunday open so she could move to that day. I got anxious again, which of course he asked me what I was thinking, so I just said, “What if she says no?” He said that if she does, there was obviously a bigger issue going on, so he would talk with her about it to see why she would say no. I just have a feeling she’s going to say no. I think he had a good answer about what he would do if she does though, so I just asked him that if she does say no, we talk about that on the phone or in person. I let him know that I would not have a good reaction and I don’t want to do that over text. He agreed and said that was fair. We said goodbye, and he was as sweet and attentive as he always is.

He texted me at 7:00am to say, "We got new years!"

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bmpmp3 · 2 years

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love live sif had the right idea. draw a group of your OCs in thematically matching but individually unique outfits, its good for your health

#LIKE cohesive like theyre a boyband BUT with little things like shirt cuts and details tailored to the specific oc #its so fun #mostly talking about old sif sets but i mean they still do sets along with all stars #but like old sets were much more intensely themed so i kinda mean more that #(new sets are great but ive noticed a lot of the themes are vaguer? maybe its because its been going for like 5 years)#(early all stars had some really cool themes (vegetable alice in wonderland? fuck yes) but they only really do like)#(specific characters its less of a full group thing unless its an sr set)#and i mean im pretty sure most anime gacha mobile games do this but im most familiar with love live fkdsjfd #but yeah i mean like some of the older sets like stuff like the job set or the fairytale sets or even things like the fairy or mermaid sets #god the fairytale sets....SO good i need to draw my ocs in fairytale outfits that fit their personalities or characters #and some of the holiday sets are super cute like the valentines day ones and i really love some christmas ones #like especially the choir one its so cute both idolized and unidolized #and even though the 10000000 swimsuit sets in sif make me roll my eyes into the sun #drawing swimsuits for my own ocs sounds fun as hell...who wears a sporty one piece who wears a strappy bikini who wears a SPEEDO #the unidolized jrpg set was so cool like with all the different character classes #which of your ocs is the rogue and whos the bard and whos the healer #and OH.. OH i MUST draw my ocs in wedding clothes i am a SAP and i love LACE #stealing theme ideas from sif to draw my ocs in

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glambots · 2 years

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💌Valentine's Day Headcanons!💌

A very long post including a myriad of a Valentine's Day-themed HCs for All the Canon*-Animatronics! Holy 🅱️oly! The second half is under a cut for length.

*(No Bonnie or Foxy in this one, sorry!)

🎩Glamrock-Freddy + Valentine's Day HCs:🎩

💘He always has a ton of fun helping the staff set-up for the Valentine's Day specials the 'Plex runs. There are bows and hearts and lace everywhere. Especially in his room. He even has a little heart-shaped pin on his bow-tie! It's super cute.

💘By the end of the day, Freddy is drowning in Valentines. Mostly cute tiny (Fazbear-themed) cards from his younger fans, but also a handful of love letters from some of the..."bolder" crowd. You have a good laugh over those. (Good lord, some people are unhinged.)

💘They're usually not allowed to give out "non-company sanctioned" gifts, but feels like he can make an exception for you--and the little Valentine's-themed Freddy plush he gives you is adorable. (Plus, it says "I love you bear-y much!" when you squeeze it!!!)

🐺Roxanne Wolf + Valentine's Day HCs:🐺

💘UGH, she hates Valentine's Day. It's so mushy. And pink. Did she mention mushy? The whole "romance" thing is just...total overkill. Don't expect her to get all goo-goo-eyed just because she's got someone to spend it with, okay? She's no romantic.

💘"She's no romantic," she says, only to go out of her way to write out your name in tire-marks across the racetrack, followed by a big ol' tire-track heart. And then she has the gall to wink at you as she jumps out of her car--that woman will be the death of you.

💘Roxy will never admit it, but the Valentine's from fans really get to her. Sure, she could do without the "love letters," but still. For the most part, she keeps all the cards she gets. And the little smile that flickers over her face as she reads them is...damn near angelic.

🐊Montgomery Gator + Valentine's Day HCs:🐊

💘Valentine's Day? Ha! He's too cool for all that "mushy" stuff. Nah, he's got better things to do than spend all day bounding around in that sea of pink and hearts, flashing goo-goo eyes at you every time he sees you. Like he doesn't do that every day.

💘You can see how getting all the cards and presents from his fans strokes his ego. It's nice to see him so genuinely happy--not even the creepy stuff bothers him! Well, not as much as it usually does. As long as you think he's hot, that's all that matters! (...You do, right?)

💘Bein' mushy really isn't his strong suit, and he's not great at the whole "sentimental" thing, but...he still got you something. It's a limited edition poster, with "You're my Rockstar!" scribbled on the bottom, followed by his signature. It's adorable and you love it.

🍕Glamrock-Chica + Valentine's Day HCs:🍕

💘Chica is already a sucker for the color pink, so getting to see the 'Plex absolutely drowning in her favorite color makes it her favorite day ever. Because it's gonna be in Pink!!! With Hearts!!! (Give her a second, she's shifting into Valentine's Mode.)

💘Every guest who gives her a Valentine's gift is gonna get the biggest, snuggliest hug. She doesn't care who it is! Even the weirdos who hang on for a little too long! She's just so hype! All the cards and letters are so sweet!!! Well, most of them, anyway...

💘Her gift for you is pretty obvious, but c'mon: a heart-shaped pizza is still a very cute gift. Even the pepperonis are heart-shaped! And they spell out, "Will you be my Valentine?" You are going to kiss the heck out of her--after she cleans the cheese off her beak.

☀️Sunnydrop + Valentine's Day HCs:☀️

💘Sunny goes Ham on All Holidays, but he's a Big Sucker for Valentine's Day--or "Palentine's Day," as he tends to call it. He's got a ton of fun activities planned for the kids--making and exchanging cards! Giving out candy!! Playing Palentine's games...!!!

💘But his favorite part is that he's got a Valentine to spend it with this year!!! He's never had that before!!! And you'd better believe he's gonna make it the best Valentine's Day ever!!! You are gonna be drowning in presents by the end of the day.

💘He gives you so much stuff. But the cutest has to be the hand-made Valentine's card he made you--absolutely dripping with glitter glue, covered in hearts, and with both Sun and Moon's name signed on it. ("From the both of us! Because you're our Valentine!")

🌙Moondrop + Valentine's Day HCs:🌙

💘He's not as invested in holidays as Sunny tends to be--he doesn't really see the point in making up a whole day just to show someone you love them. If you care, why not do that every day? Eh. Humans are weird. Always making mountains out of molehills.

💘Besides, it's not like he ever gets involved in any of the activities. And most of the cards and gifts are reserved for Sun, not him. He might get a few, but he can't help but be a little...jealous. Still, he knows he has no right to complain. It is what it is.

💘If you ever gave him anything, it would go straight to his heart. Which, really, any gifts from you do. He knows the card isn't much, and Sun did most of the work--especially when it came to the amount of glitter glue used--but he still really hopes that you like it.

🎧DJ Music Man + Valentine's Day HCs:🎧

💘He can't offer much in the way of gifts, considering his size and limited mobility, but if there's one thing he's good at, it's composing music. Which he did--a special song, written just for you! No vocals, sadly, but it's still so damn sweet that you nearly start crying.

💘It's nice to get a change of pace from all the EDM/house music he's used to playing; his only regret is that he can't slow dance with you the same way every else does. He makes up for it by cradling you in one of his hands and gently swaying from side-to-side. Close enough!

💘The heart-shaped lights bouncing off the walls of the auditorium really add to the ambience. DJ can't help but glance at you from the corner of his eye, watching the colors play off your skin and wondering how he got so lucky as to have you in his life. Dude is smitten.

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HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!!! Any The Gang x reader valentines stuff?

YEAYEAYEA OFC I CAN!! HAPPY VALENTINE’S!!!!!

ALL SFW!! (brief existential/immortality stuff w/ Myc!!)

EEEHEHEHEHE <3333

BRETT

YOU KNOW HE GOES ALL OUT <3333333 COME ONNNN

He just <333 he gives me the vibe of smb who goes absolutely batshit for every holiday, AND he's such a naturally loving guy??? dear god valentines day is gonna be so cute??

its a lot more like valentines week

BECAUSE,,,, he always gets a lot of ideas of stuff he wants to do, and he can never choose because they're all so good, so he ends up doing all of em??

<33333 he always wakes you up w/ breakfast anyways, but during the valentines season its SPECIFICALLY super cute breakfasts?? Like,, pancakes in the shape of hearts? eggs in the shape of lips? Scones and raspberry butter with lil heart sprinkles in it???? OUGHE its so cute

he has a tradition of giving,, multi-part gifts that all have a theme for the final gift? ( ex: all apple-themed things, the final gift is running around an apple orchard)

<33333 he tries to be subtle but usually you end up figuring it out smndsmd. even if you do, you aren’t gonna say anything bc <3333 he’s having so much fun smdnsd

REAGAN

tbh she struggles with gift giving? she feels like she isnt supposed to give you a gift unless,, its a special occasion? and what kind of gift is TOO much for a

VALENTINES IS KINDA HER NO-HOLDS-BARRED KINDA HOLIDAY <3 where she doesn’t need to worry about making something TOO sappy or too big

OKAY BUT SHE ABSOLUTELY WRITES DOWN EVERY LITTLE THING YOU’VE EVER MENTIONED YOU’VE WANTED

LIKE <333 just this giant folder w/ photos and memos and half-legible scribbles?? <333 its her own little way of easing her mind when it comes to thinking of smth nice to get you!!

SO OFC,,, SHE ENDS UP STRUGGLING TO CHOOSE JUST ONE.

<33 this means you usually end up getting,,, Care Boxes?? Absolutely jam packed w/ stuff because she kept thinking it wasn’t enough <3

OH <333 her ideal date is a nap. genuinely if you just surprise her w/ ‘oh i cleared your schedule, wanna cozy up on the couch and slip into a coma?’ she will <3333333333333333333

GIGI

<3333 OH expect to be positively hounded with notes <333

SHE HIDES EM EVERYWHERE DURING THE 13TH FOR YOU TO DESCOVER ON YOUR OWN!!!! little compliments, things she loves about you, lovey-dovey little thoughts shes had about you <3

You absolutely won't find all of them on valentines day, so <333 sometimes you'll get little surprises during the weeks after. It's extremely cute

OH <333 you'd expect something super big and fancy but she much prefers <3333 smth small and personal. It's easy to do smth super big and bright but,, <333 she likes to take the time to set up smth cute

IDEALLY??? A little weekend getaway to her cottage up north <333 its a little chilly but you two aren't going anywhere!!!

It's really nice <33 it reminds her of a simpler time where she didn't have quite so much to worry about smnsd. Sometimes she kinda misses having a normal life <3

JUST <333 all cozied up by the fireplace, giggling about nothing in particular and sipping cocoa <3333 oughghe <3333

GLENN

HE,,,, probably doesn’t really celebrate valentines? i have the feeling that he sees himself as,, ‘Too Mature’ for it, etc, etc. Valentines was never really a thing his parents did growing up, its not smth him and his ex-wife did?

THIS MEANS THAT IF YOU DO SMTH SPECIAL FOR HIM IT WILL THROW HIM FOR AN ABSOLUTE LOOP <333

doesn’t even need to be smth big <333 a simple dinner-date and some new cufflinks and he’s gonna be putty in your hands <3333

OH AND,, if you bring him flowers he’ll 10000% gonna huff about how its such a Girly Gift, etc... but there’s also no way in hell he’s gonna throw em out.

he might even snip them when they start wilting, and leave them by his windowsill so they can dry out and preserve <333 for all his hemming and hawing, he really does appreciate the gesture <333 oughghgeouehe

ANDRE

he isn’t really the type for Grant gestures? He likes little stuff <333 just,, stuff he knows you like. Making your favorite dinner, or a few cases of your favorite drink - some little stuff to show he cares, and make the day a bit more special!!

THIS GUY USED TO WRITE POETRY BABYYYYYYYYYYY <333333

oH he is wayyyyy too nervous to read it out loud or,, even be in the room while you read it but <333 expect a little letter on your bedside while he’s in the shower.

PLEASE <33 PLEASE TELL HIM HOW MUCH YOU LOVED IT. HE’LL GET SO ROSY. YOU’LL GET SUCH A BRIGHT SMILE OUTTA HIM.

OH <3333 and what y’all do with your day is entirely dependent on you!!!

Because yeah ofc you two could go to a Rave or,, some assorted wacky shenanigans and he’d love that BUT <33 IF YOU’D RATHER STAY IN W/ TAKEOUT AND CHEESY MOVIES THEN HE’D ALSO LOVE THAT?? He’s extremely pliable

<3 tbh as long as he’s with you he doesn’t really care!!

MYC

‘you wouldn’t have anything to do with the wad of cash that mysteriously appeared on my desk this morning?’

‘How dare you imply I care about you ;)’

‘mhm <3′

YEAH HE <333 isn’t really the sort for mushy gifts - he’s much more practical? Also his,, concept of time is kinda skewed? He’s been around for so long!! He knows that most gifts get tossed or eventually lose their use, and he doesn’t see the point of getting you smth Sappy Just Because It’s Expected?

like sure he COULD get you some super expensive glitzy necklace but,,,,,,

MONEY THOUGH??? Nah that shits always gonna be useful and appreciated!!

(ALSO ALL OF THIS MEANS,, the rare GIFT gifts he gets you are,, surprisingly thoughtful?? Its stuff you’re gonna love for a really long time. It always feels super out of nowhere but <333 you never say that bc its such a lovely, unexpected surprise <33 oughghoughoughge)

OH <333 YOU KNOW THIS LITTLE RICH BOY IS GONNA GO ALL OUT. Nobody is pulling him away from you <3

there’s maybe,, 3 times a year where his phone is gonna be completely off <3 AND THIS IS ONE OF EM SO HE REALLY LOOKS FORWARD TO IT <333

you always insist that,, he should keep his phone on him in case smth goes wrong but NOPE HE RARELY HAS AN EXCUSE TO BE UNPLUGGED FROM THE CHAOS OF COGNITO AND GOD DAMMIT HE’S GONNA TAKE ANY CHANCE HE CAN <333

<333 yea he’s bringing you to a fancy restaurant, we all knew that, but afterwards? The sky’s the limit.

helicopter rides are his personal favorite, because Virginia looks beautiful from up so high, but if you’re not a fan of heights then its BOAT TIME <333

YEA YOU HEARD ME RIGHT, HE HAS A DINKY LITTLE BOAT <333

‘‘‘‘dinky’’‘‘‘ its still big but not quite,, Mega Yacht levels of big?? A small staff for the kitchen + to make sure it doesn’t steer into any rocks. Something a bit more subtle and special - he rarely takes it out except for the two of you <3

SNIFFLES LOUDLY <333 having dinner near a balcony area under the light of the moon <333 the soft sound of the ocean <333 ougghhgoughe

it’s extremely sappy and he wouldn’t have it any other way. It’s exactly what you deserve <3

A.B

OH he absolutely hates valentines day. He sees it as ‘dull human nonsense’, etc, etc and will tell you as much.

HOWEVER,,

‘you didn’t get me anything then?’

‘what? of course I did. do you think so little of me? ;)’

yeah he’s a hypocrite but honestly what’d you expect <333 cause sure, Valentines Day is mostly just another opportunity for companies to make money BUT <3 that doesn’t mean he can’t use it as an excuse

besides, he’s a hopeless romantic at heart <3 and yeah, the heart-shaped candies are kinda cute. Sue him.

OH <333 he enlists Gigi’s help in actually,, setting stuff up, since he’s currently in Tube Jail and unable to buy stuff for you </3 they make the basement area all cozy w/ a bunch of pillows and blankets so you can sleep down there <3 ouguughgoughhee

ALSO,, HE STAYS ON EXTRA GOOD BEHAVIOR TO TRY AND CONVINCE REAGAN TO GIVE HIM THE RESOURCES TO MAKE YOU SMTH NICE.

It’s a 20/80 on whether or not it works.

IF IT DOES??? <333 a little bracelet/ring made using some of his metal, probably engraved w/ your initials? <33333

some part of him distantly hates that he can’t,,,,,, take you anywhere. or hand you the gift himself. or give you a kiss. >:(

BUT ALSO <333 he can appreciate just having you near him <333 for now that will be enough

SORRY THIS GOT KINDA LONG BUT I WANTED TO GIVE EVERYONE SOME ATTENTION <3333 HAPPY VALENTINES, LOVE YOU ALL BUNCHES

#sfw #brett hand #brett hand x reader #reagan ridley #reagan ridley x reader #gigi thompson #gigi thompson x reader #andre lee #andre lee x reader #myc #magic myc #myc x reader #magic myc x reader #jr scheimpough #jr scheimpough x reader #inside job #alpha-beta #robotus alpha-beta #alpha-beta x reader #robotus alpha-beta x reader #LMK IF YOU HAD SMTH ELSE IN MIND!!!! I didnt want to let this get too long smndsd #*chaining myself to the wall* i will NOT make AB's section super long. i will NOT make-#every time i do a group ask its a testament to my self control #except that one ma.stur.bation hc post but we don't talk about that-#MNSMDNS ANYWAYS YEA <333 HAVE A GOOD DAY TAKE CARE OF YOURSELVES #tw existentialism #tw immortality #OUGHE #<33333 i love them all so dearly #SNIFFLES i think every day about AB making a ring outta his own metal to gift his s/o. it plagues my every thought <333 oughghghoughgoughe

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badassbuchanan · 3 years

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Be Mine?

REQUEST: Could you write something where the reader has never had a valentines so bucky goes all out to celebrate valentines day with her? Like she just feels so loved at the end of it? Thank you💖

Warnings: smut; unprotected sex, fluff, hand job, pussy rubbing, romantic

Word Count: 4884

A/N: I’m sorry, I tried but romance isn’t my strong suit - anyway, happy V day!

I tossed my hand carelessly through my freshly washed hair, trying to make it look somewhat decent as I made my way through the compound. “Meet me by the elevator at six.” That’s what Bucky’s text had said yesterday, and that was the first I’d heard from him since our conversation earlier in the week.

“If you don’t get a better offer by valentines day, we should just do something together.” Bucky suggested as he absentmindedly scrunched up his nose. We’d been chatting over a pot of tea in the kitchen after listening to all of our friends’ special plans for the upcoming romantic holiday. “Otherwise we’ll be the only two in the compound without a date.”

“I don’t really do valentines dates.” I shrugged matter-of-factly, my heart sinking as I felt a soft blush of pink cover my cheeks. Dates in general had always been a touchy subject with me, but especially valentines day dates. I’d never had one. Ever. In my life. And it was embarrassing for me to admit.

My comment didn’t get past the clever brain of the Winter Soldier, a soft frown of curiosity appearing on his chiseled face as he lifted his mug to his lips. “What do you mean, you don’t do valentines dates?” He emphasised the word ‘do’, blowing gently on the hot beverage before taking a sip.

His eyes were fixed on me, patiently awaiting my response as I felt my heartbeat speed up. “I just don’t.” I shrugged innocently under his stare, noticing the little frown lines which appeared on his forehead as he processed my answer.

“You think Y/N’s ever met a guy good enough to take her out on the most romantic day of the year?” Sam’s voice immediately had Bucky’s eyes rolling, turning his head to the side to watch the chuckling avenger stroll into the room. “You’re dreaming, cyborg. Even I wouldn’t try.”

“It’s not that!” I jumped to my own defence, not wanting Bucky to think that was the reason I’d turned him down, because it wasn’t. Bucky and I had been great friends ever since he’d arrived from Wakanda, we felt somewhat connected by the commonality of the enjoyable silence and peacefulness of being alone. Something which people like Sam would never understand. “I’ve just never had a date for valentines.”

Bucky was a selfless guy and I knew he’d only offered to spend his valentines day with me out of kindness. He was an extremely handsome super soldier with a charming personality and a heart of gold. He’d be able to get a valentines date with a beautiful girl with a blink of his eye.

“I guess I’ve never really felt strongly enough about anyone in that way.” I elaborated vaguely, looking between Bucky who was giving Sam a fed up look and Sam, who had grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and was happily leaving the room with a chuckle, knowing he’d done his job of winding Bucky up.

“It doesn't have to be a date.” Bucky pressed his lips together in a small smile, his voice softening as he looked over at me, his steel blue eyes shining bright. “We can just hang out like we usually do.”

I smiled over at him sweetly, thankful for his understanding nature. “Okay, sounds good.” I let out a soft chuckle as his smile widened at my answer, taking another sip of his drink as his heart skipped a beat.

I arrived at the meeting point right on time, deciding to wear a pair of distressed denim shorts with a floral top tucked into them after much deliberation. I was nervous. I didn’t know why, I’d hung out with Bucky hundreds of times before. But it was this damn day putting so much pressure on something as simple as two friends hanging out.

The compound was particularly quiet where the rest of the team had already left for their dates. The silence only made the loud beating of my heart more evident. Bucky still hadn’t shown up. He’d probably found himself a proper date for tonight and forgot to tell me.

“Hey F.R.I.D.A.Y, has Bucky left the compound recently?” I asked softly, fiddling with my hair as I prepared for a lonely night of movies.

“No, Miss Y/N. Sergeant Barnes is currently in the south living room.” The AI answered immediately, the response surprisingly me as I raised my eyebrows. The south living room was an extravagantly decorated room of the compound, hardly ever used other than for special occasions and honourable guest visits.

“Thank you, F.R.I.D.A.Y.” I spoke as I pressed the button for the elevator, my nerves calming a little as I tried to guess Bucky’s reasoning for being in that particular room. I stepped in the elevator, feeling the metal contraption move between floors. So maybe he hadn’t blown off our date - correction, ‘hang out’. Maybe he’d just forgotten where he’d arranged to meet me.

I stepped out of the elevator and wandered down the darkness of the hall, only illuminated by the soft light coming from the living area. I dragged my fingers along the cream coloured wall absentmindedly, the quiet sound of a song playing made me tilt my head questioningly. “Bucky!” I called out as I neared the entrance to where the AI had informed me of Bucky’s whereabouts.

My breath got caught in my lungs as I turned into the doorway, my body completely still as I widened my eyes in shock.

“Bucky, what’s all this?” I whispered softly, my heartbeat speeding up as I looked in at the busy super soldier standing in front of me.

“Crap, is it six already?” Bucky mumbled to himself as he rushed to light the candle in his hand, placing it carefully on the coffee table. He looked up at me with an innocent smile as he shoved the lighter into his back pocket.

He was standing near the roaring fireplace, the floor almost fully engulfed in rose petals. He’d strategically placed candles and flowers on the mantlepiece and the coffee table, a rug thrown down of the floor with pillows and a bottle of champagne ready for us to indulge.

“Y/N, please don’t be mad.” Bucky begged as he saw the stunned look on my face. I tried to process what was going on, why he’d put all this effort in, but instead, I just stood there speechless. “I know you said you didn't want this to be a date but I just-” “Bucky, it’s beautiful.” I spoke with eyes full of tears, my hands shaking slightly as I stepped further into the room. I’d only ever seen such a romantic gesture in movies, I’d never in a million years expected that one day it would happen to me.

Bucky watched intensely as I walked towards him, his eyes softening into a smile as he realised I wasn’t upset with him. He sighed out in relief, holding his hand out to tug me close to him as I continued to admire the gorgeous set up he’d put together.

“You said you’d never had a date for valentines day,” He spoke deeply, shaking his leg nervously as his eyes stayed glued on me. His hand kept hold of mine as I looked up at him, attentively listening to his words. “Well neither have I.”

“Are you telling me that Sergeant James Buchnanan Barnes, even back in the roaring forties, never had a valentine?” I gasped in a playful tone, although I truthfully was surprised to hear his confession. Bucky was a catch, I would’ve thought he’d have been spoilt for choice back in his youth.

He rolled his eyes with a chuckle, reciprocating my gaze as his fingers absentmindedly massaged my palm. “Well at least I didn’t say I’d never had a date because I’d never found anyone good enough!” He raised his eyebrows accusingly, his lips falling into a sassy pout.

“That was Wilson!” I reminded Bucky with a tilt of my head, a small smile playing on my lips as his gorgeous eyes bored into mine. I felt myself get carried away in the moment, tugging him slightly closer as I admired him.

“I made us some chocolate covered strawberries.” He mumbled shyly, a proud smile on his face as his eyes flickered down to my lips absentmindedly.

“You really thought of everything, didn’t you?” I sighed out contently, walking passed him to sit down on the rug. I crossed my legs and looked up at Bucky who followed my lead, sitting down on the soft material next to me.

I watched carefully as he leaned over to grab the flute glasses in his metal hand, his other grabbing the bottle which he sat between his thick thighs. Bucky’s arms tensed as he pulled the cork out with a pop, the soft music still playing in the background filled the silence.

My heart fluttered as I gazed over admiringly, my fingers fiddling nervously with the blanket beneath us. Bucky’s brows furrowed as he focused on pouring the liquid into the glasses without it spilling over the top.

I smiled maybe a little too widely, catching Bucky’s attention as he looked over at me innocently. “What?” He chuckled with a charming smile, placing the bottle down carefully away from where we sat.

“Nothing,” I smiled back at him, too lost in the bliss of the moment to stop and think things through. I could feel myself falling for him, fast. The vulnerability of it worried me, but Bucky made feel safe. “You just get these cute little lines here when you frown.” I spoke sweetly, lifting my hand to touch between his brows delicately.

Bucky smiled as he watched me, entertained by the mesmerised look on my face. “I think you’re the only person in the world that thinks frown lines are cute.” He chuckled softly, leaning over to hand me a glass of champagne.

“I don't think frown lines in general are cute.” I corrected him, rolling my eyes with a cock of my eyebrow, our fingers brushing slightly as I took the glass from his hand.

“Oh, so you just think they’re cute on me?” He smirked teasingly, watching my face blush pink as he caught me out. He lifted his glass to his lips, sitting closer to me now from where he’d handed me the glass of champagne.

“Gosh, you really love making me blush, don’t you Barnes?” I sighed with a shy smile, sipping the fizzy alcohol as I watched Bucky’s smile widen. His eyes travelled up and down my body as I shuffled to sit with my legs sideways, leaning on my hand which moved me closer to him.

“Hey, can I tell you a secret?” Bucky’s voice dropped to a serious tone as his heart started beating a little harder. I detected a slight hesitation from him as he coughed shyly, his eyes glued on mine.

“Mmh hmm.” I nodded sweetly, my eyes softening as I tilted my head to the side, my finger circling around the rim of the glass as I anticipated his confession.

“When I originally suggested we do something for valentines,” He looked down at his lap nervously, a small smile of his lips as he thought carefully about his words. “I wanted to ask you, you know, not just because we were going to be the only two people without a date.”

Butterflies fluttered in my tummy as I shyly looked down into my lap, trying to hide the smile that had appeared on my face. “What was the real reason?” I asked curiously, my voice softening to match his.

“Well, because I think you’re the greatest girl in the whole world.” He answered deeply, his eyes flicking up to my face just for a moment as he smiled at how happy I looked. “You’re beautiful, smart, generous, accepting, funny.”

“Is this just another way of you getting me to blush again?” I cut him off, teasing him accusingly with a raise of my eyebrows. It broke the tension, Bucky scoffing softly as he took another sip of champagne.

“No, that time was an accident.” His ocean blue eyes caught mine as he responded, both of our hearts beating a little faster than usual at the new depths of our relationship we were exploring.

“You could’ve asked me, you know.” I spoke as I watched Bucky lean over to grab the chocolate covered strawberries he’d made from the table. He looked back at me as the plate lifted into his hand, waiting for me to clarify. “On a date. I would’ve said yes.”

“You would have?” Bucky’s eyes softened as he sat back down, strategically sitting so close that our arms brushed together. He offered me a strawberry after throwing one into his mouth, placing the plate and our champagne flutes safely on the marble base of the fireplace.

“Of course,” I nodded quickly as I ate the chocolate covered fruit, catching any of the excess juice with my tongue. “Bucky, you’re the most loving, kind, handsome, brave, loyal guy I’ve ever met.”

Bucky held his breath as he listened to me speak, the both of us feeling so loved in a world of so much pain. “You’re not scared of me?” His voice cracked slightly as he furrowed his brows into a frown.

I confirmed my answer with a shake of my head, my heart aching a little at the thought of him worrying about people being scared of him.

“I could never be scared of you.” I admitted softly as an intense moment started to build between us, which neither of us were able to control.

I felt the tension between us boil over, noticing Bucky’s eyes dropp to my lips as I instinctively leaned closer to him. I let my hot breath linger on him for a moment before I pressed our lips together.

Bucky’s metal hand immediately rose to cup my cheek, keeping me close as he kissed me back, the taste of strawberries on our lips. I felt butterflies in my tummy as his stubble scratched against my skin, tilting his head to deepen the kiss.

I sighed out in satisfaction of his mouth on me, his kisses sweet and gentle as I pressed my palm flat against his solid chest. I felt his pecs move with the rhythm of his breathing, my cheeks flushing a light shade of pink as I felt myself wanting more from him.

He was touching me with such delicacy, as if he was scared he would break me. I shuffled forward as Bucky breathed into the kiss, his hand snaking around to grab the back of my head. He pulled me against his lips harder as my hand slid up to hold the side of his neck.

I parted my lips encouragingly, mimicking his action by tugging him closer by my hand on his neck. Bucky grunted softly into the kiss which was becoming needier with every second.

I whimpered into the kiss, our heads tilting as our lips collided. My palm held onto his strong jaw, his stubble scratching my hand as his metal fingers ran down the side of my body.

I sat up a little straighter which leaned me further into Bucky, the palm of his hand supporting me at my waist. I hummed contently between kisses, Bucky’s eyes falling to where my lips were moving to connect to his again.

I gave him a sultry look as I pulled back from his mouth teasingly, lightly tugging on the thin material of the white t-shirt he wore. Bucky immediately took the hint, removing his hands from me as he pulled the top over his head.

He shook his hair back into place as he threw the shirt carelessly next to him. I couldn’t help but stare at his body in amazement, running my fingers up to where his metal arm fused to his flesh.

Bucky’s lips pressed back onto mine, a small whimper escaping my lips as his tongue pushed its way into my mouth. I felt my wetness seap down onto my cotton panties, sliding my thigh to rest on top of his as he let his hand quickly move over my ass to grab the back of my thigh.

Bucky grunted softly as he tugged on my bare leg, the silky flesh under his metal palm had his cock stirring in his pants. I took the hint, shifting myself to sit straddling the super soldier’s lap.

It was as though all of our built up emotion had exploded in a moment, our touches getting riskier as we roamed each other’s bodies. I let Bucky’s bottom lip sit between mine, sucking on it slowly as his tongue ran over my top lip.

“Is this okay?” Bucky whispered against my lips, our chests heaving as I nodded in response. I closed my eyes when I felt Bucky’s lips travelling across my cheek, leaving little pecks in their path.

I massaged the back of his head, my fingers dug deep in his long hair. I let out a shaky breath as Bucky’s lips reached my jaw, his tongue wetting my skin with his open mouthed kisses.

I tilted my head to the side, granting him more access as my other hand clung to his strong bicep. His metal hand held the back of my neck, supporting me as my body gave in to the pleasure. His flesh hand tugged the hem of my top out of the shorts before letting his palm slide underneath the material.

Bucky groaned against my neck as his hand came into contact with my lacy bra, his kisses getting sloppier as they reached my collarbone. “Tell me to stop.” He huffed out as he tried to control himself, not wanting me to feel pressured into anything.

I shook my head softly as I turned my head to look at him through half closed eyes, overwhelmed by the amount of pleasure and love I felt. “I don’t want you to stop.” I whispered vulnerably, Bucky’s head lifting to look at me with his gorgeous blue eyes.

He leaned in to press his lips back against mine, a whimper escaping my lips as I rolled my hips down onto his. A groan erupted in his throat, his hand travelling back down my body as he gripped the material of my top in his hand.

I leaned back momentarily, balancing myself with my palms on his bare chest as I helped him lift my shirt off of my body.

Bucky panted as he took in my semi-naked body, his hands rubbing the start of my hips needily as he watched me let my top drop on the floor. I leaned my hands back behind my body, making quick work of undoing my bra to let my boobs bounce freely.

I could feel his hardened bulge pressing against the inside of my thigh, his eyes fixated on my tits as he moved his lips onto my chest. I whimpered softly as his hot mouth left wet kisses on my breasts, his tongue flicking over my hardened nipples.

Bucky’s hands hugged my body tightly, pulling me as close as he could as he sucked on my tits. I ran my hand through his soft hair, biting my lip as I closed my eyes in ecstasy.

Bucky’s metal palm slid down to my exposed lower back, holding me against him as he flipped us over. My back gently hit the blanket, Bucky’s large frame hovering above me as he moved his lips back up for another kiss.

My hands slid down his toned chest, over the chiseled abs of his stomach until I reached the button of his jeans. I tugged the waistband away from his skin gently, a little huff escaping his lips as I did so.

I broke the kiss to focus on what I was doing, Bucky’s head dropping into my neck as I popped open the button of his jeans. My head flew back, little moans escaping my lips as Bucky nipped at the base of my throat softly.

My fingers pulled open his zipper, my pussy clenching as I slid my hand into his underwear. My touch was greeted by his hard cock, heavy in my hand. Bucky huffed out softly, his eyes closing as I felt my way down to his balls.

I gasped softly at how big he felt, his lips kissing a strip up up the front of my throat and chin. His lips reconnected with mine as I circled his swollen tip with my thumb, smearing the leaking pre-cum.

I lubricated my hand as much as I could with his juices before wrapping my fingers around his shaft. I tugged on his member gently, feeling his whole body tense at the foreign feeling. I hummed into the kiss, my pussy aching with need as I imagined how he’d feel inside me.

Bucky moaned as my hand jerked him off, his hips bucking to meet my touch as he hovered above me. He kissed me with so much force that my head pressed hard against the floor, softened slightly by the blanket.

I felt his cock twitch in my hand, his hips jolting forward as he tried to control himself. Bucky lifted his flesh hand from the floor and moved it down between our bodies, his fingers tracing down my bare skin.

His eyes immediately dropped to look between our legs, he licked his lips as his fingers came into contact with my shorts. Bucky’s jaw clenched as I squeezed his cock tighter, keeping my eyes trained on his gorgeous face.

Bucky skilfully flicked open the button on my jeans, his lips dropping to kiss me as he snaked his hand beneath the material of my panties. I gasped as he cupped my mound, my wetness leaking down onto his palm.

My fingers dropped from around his cock, clinging to his bicep as he rubbed my pussy. My hips bucked up to meet his touch, needier than ever for his attention. I moaned into the kiss, my tongue flicking his as I arched my back off of the floor, feeling Bucky sit back from where I was.

I looked up at him innocently, all baffled and horny as I watched him hook his fingers into the waistband of my shorts. In one swift motion, but slid my shorts and panties down to my knees. I wiggled my legs, helping him get them off the rest of the way as he sat back on his knees.

“So beautiful.” Bucky mumbled as he looked down at my naked body, his cock standing proudly against his stomach. I bit my lip shyly a I sat up, my arousal dripping down onto the rug.

Bucky crawled closer to me, his flesh hand running up my bare thigh as his cock throbbed desperately for attention. I breathed shakily, my arms wrapping around his neck as he pushes the last of his clothing down his thick thighs before kicking them behind him.

He hovered over my body as I laid back down, now being cradled by the pillows he’d decorated the floor with. I could feel his big member against my thigh, trying to nudge its way into my warmth. I whimpered needily, bending my knees and pressing the heels of my feet against the blanket.

“Just let me know if this gets too mu-“ Bucky cut himself off with a moan, his nose crinkling in pleasure as he felt my hand wrap around his cock again.

I guided him to my entrance, encouragingly rubbing his throbbing tip into my wetness. My hand pulled away when I felt him pushing into me, filling me up with his big cock.

I let out a sensual moan of half pain and half pleasure as Bucky’s lips parted, a shaky breath escaping them as we felt my pussy clench around him.

My thighs clenched too, squeezing around his hips as his thick length slid out from where it was half sheathed inside of me. Bucky was going at a painfully slow rate, sliding his cock a little deeper into me with every thrust.

His lips dropped down onto mine, kissing me gently as he stretched my tight little pussy with his cock. The feeling of his thick length inside me made me dig my fingernails into the muscly flesh of his back.

I whimpered against his lips, my face screwing up in pleasure as he pulls his head back for a moment to admire me before crashing his lips on mine again.

I lifted my legs to wrap around his waist, my hips desperately bucking up to him in need. Bucky used his flesh hand to balance as his metal one ran up my leg, over my waist and up to my boob, squeezing it gently.

I cried out and arched my back into his touch, still in disbelief at how good he felt inside me. His cock filled me up again as he let out a grunt, breathing heavily as his body stilled.

Bucky moaned against my lips as he felt my pussy squeezing his cock, both of us lost in the overwhelming feeling of our bodies connecting. I pecked his lips over and over as he started rocking his hips back and forth slowly, making my tits bounce with every thrust.

His balls slapped against me, the sound filling the room as I let my mouth hang open. Our breaths met in a hot mix as Bucky squeezed his eyes shut in pleasure.

His hips jerked with each thrust, feeling himself rubbing against my walls as my pussy lips hugged his length. Bucky shuffled forward on his knees, deepening the thrusts as he picked up the pace.

I whimpered out softly, the new angle hitting all the right spots as my pussy welcomed his size, his cock soaked in my juices. “Bucky” I breathed shakily as I wrapped my arms around his neck, hugging him tightly against me. Bucky’s head fell perfectly into my neck, his little grunts intensified in my ear now.

A shiver ran through my body as I inhaled his manly scent, overwhelmed by the emotion and euphoric feeling of the moment. I felt my pussy tingle with pleasure, already close to my high as Bucky fucked his cock into me.

I tugged on his hair lightly when I felt his lips on my neck again, both of his hands pressed into the blanket either side of my head as he nudged his hips forward, sending his cock deeper into me. Bucky moaned into my neck, his cock twitching inside of me as he became overwhelmed with the feeling.

Bucky stopped his thrusting with such a suddenness that my eyes opened, a worried look washing over my face. He panted breathlessly, gripping my hips and supporting my back as he picked me up, sitting back on his knees with me on top of him.

I let out a moan the new angle impairing me on his cock as my arms stayed clung tightly around him. Bucky groaned full of pleasure, kissing me slowly as he started thrusting up into me, using his new position to his advantage.

Waves of pleasure mercilessly washed over me, only being intensified by the way Bucky was watching me fuck himself on top of him. He leaned his head back to watch me, his hips lifting to meet my movements as his arms clung to my body.

His eyes were soft and full of lust, his lips dropped into a pout as he watched me whither on top of him, overwhelmed with pleasure. I moaned with as gasp as my orgasm suddenly took over, my body pulsating on him as I rode out my high.

I leaned forward and kissed him deeply, our tongues playing as he kept me in place despite how my hips were jolting at the throbbing of my clit. Bucky’s face dropped into my neck, his hot breath against my skin as I felt his warm cum spurting inside of me. I sighed out in satisfaction as Bucky grunts, wave after wave of cum filling me up.

He kept me close, our breathless bodies pushed together as we sat there in the afterglow of our orgasms. I’d never cum so hard in my life, the gentleness and love of Bucky’s actions had only topped the experience.

I turned my head and smiled lazily, kissing his swollen lips as my fingers ran through his hair. Bucky reacted by leaving soft pecks on lips over and over, his softening cock still buried inside of me.

“Y/N.” Bucky whispered softly, his breath still warm against my lips as his hooded eyes gazed into mine. “Will you be mine?”

“Your valentine?” I softly asked, holding him tightly as I thought about the coldness I would feel once his body retreated from mine.

“No, forever.” Bucky replied hopefully, making my heart stop as a wave of emotion flooded through my body.

“Forever’s good for me.” I smiled as my eyes filled with tears, nothing but love for the man in front of me as I connected our lips in a gentle kiss. The perfect end to the perfect day.

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