#(actually i made it with My valentine in mind i just have yet to send it. to it. Regardless!)

[saerins]

─── 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

+ sae x f!reader | wc 3.2k | content: angst, insecurities, death

notes: i’m sorry idk how this came about but i was in a mood :’) i promise i love him okay <3 feedback & reblogs appreciated !!

summary: he’s back home, and you recall the times you’d spoken to him. all the calls you made, then all the calls he made, and then all the times it went to voicemail.

you remember every conversation you’ve had with your boyfriend. the good and the bad, the beautiful and the ugly. it’s hard to quantify into numbers since you’d been together for the last five years.

but there’s a few of them that are prominent, that are burned into your mind, engraved onto your brain. the sound of his laugh, for one, that’s always been precious to you, if only for the fact that he doesn’t laugh often.

sae always said you were the only one who could get that out of him, and you’ve kept it close to your heart since.

to the world, he may have seemed rude and off-putting at times, and despite the countless false reports of sae being an asshole to all his girlfriends in private (because the media can never decide who he’s actually with), he’s always been the same itoshi sae to you—the kind of guy who only ever bothers what you think about him because the other people not involved in your relationship don’t matter.

you remember everything he’s ever done for you.

“you know that one day you’ll be mrs. itoshi, right?”

yeah, you definitely remember.

MARCH 2020; [ sae’s fifth day in spain ]

“you miss me, itoshi sae?”

you can feel him rolling his eyes from the other end. “i should just hang up right now.”

“you could, but then you’d miss me even more.”

sae suppresses a grin, even if there’s no one around to see it. you’re right, but he doesn’t say anything.

it was rare for sae to call you at all. but then again, it is the first time you two had been apart since you got together. maybe it isn’t so weird after all.

“how’d practice go today?”

“it’s fine, nothing i couldn’t handle.” of course he’s fine, he’s the youngest on the team and yet it was as though he’d played the longest.

“of course it was fine, mr genius,” you tease, and he smiles because he knows you’re smiling too.

you can’t really remember how the rest of the conversation went. but you only remember this moment because it was the first time you realised that amidst all the times you’d pester him to go on a date with you, amidst all the times you asked him for a kiss, sae could miss you too.

SEPTEMBER 2020; [ sae comes back to japan soon ]

“hey so i was thinking, i’ll meet you at the airport?”

sae hums, “wanna see me that bad, huh?”

“shut up,” you snap at him, hating his quick tongue that so easily gets you flustered. “so i miss my handsome, successful boyfriend, big deal.”

he missed you too.

“am i just arm candy for you, y/n?”

“what? no—”

“too late. i’m offended. bye.”

then he actually hangs up on you.

it takes you half a second to pull up your message thread with him.

itoshi sae, you wanna die or something?

it takes him the same amount of time to respond to you.

y/n l/n, okay, then maybe i’d get some relief from you.

before you can even be actually offended, your phone vibrates again.

miss you too, stupid. see you tomorrow.

you can’t seem to rub the smile off your face.

FEBRUARY 2021; [ first valentines’ apart ]

it takes him three rings to pick up.

“happy valentines’, lover,” you giggle over the phone.

it’s been a few months since your about-to-go-pro soccer player boyfriend had gone back to spain, doing pro soccer player things. you miss him, especially since it’s the first time you guys are spending the romantic occasion apart.

it sucks that you couldn’t even spend new years with him. it’s okay though, you managed to video call him while you spent time with his family.

“think you got the wrong number.”

“itoshi—”

“open the door, smarty pants.”

“w-wait, what? did you send me something?”

you hurry over to your front door, not knowing what to expect. but you definitely didn’t expect sae to be there, in the flesh, sighing when you finally open your door, a pretty bouquet of flowers in his hand.

“what are you doing here?” you’re still shocked from his mere presence.

sae smirks, and you realise just how much you miss him. “think i got the wrong apartment, i was supposed to deliver these to my other girl—”

but you kiss him to shut him up. he’s full of nonsense, and so, so witty, and he’s here.

sae’s always claimed that it was not soccer stealing him from you, it was more the other way around. and he had been joking at the time he said that, but right now he thinks maybe there’s some truth to it.

if there’s anyone capable of having and getting him to willingly relinquish his attention from soccer, it’s you.

JUNE 2021; [ night of sae’s first PR event ]

“someone looks handsome,” you comment as you watch your boyfriend getting ready over the phone.

he has an entire entourage of people over at his hotel—they must be the makeup crew and stylists. his entire team is getting vip treatment for being champions of the league thanks to last week’s game. now, even more brands are trying to sponsor them and you really shouldn’t be surprised over the amount of girls going crazy over your boyfriend.

“and someone should really sleep,” sae pauses for a moment when the man beside him (presumably his stylist, because he’s double checking sae’s suit) asks a quick that your girlfriend?, to which sae says “yes.”

the man winks at you through the video. “lucky girl,” he comments, eyes back on the fabric he’s touching, “the only time i caught him smiling was while he was texting ya.”

you snicker through the phone as you watch sae’s face go beet red before frowning at you.

“he did not.”

his stylist is laughing at his reaction too. “totally did. i thought he was possessed.”

sae grabs the phone and relegates himself to the bathroom, glaring at you through the screen. he’s not mad at you, he’s just embarrassed and you know that. you’ve known him long enough now to tell his cues.

“i hope you know i hate you.”

he’s always all bark and no bite and you’re still laughing at him.

“aw, i hate you too, mr itoshi.”

“stop with the smart mouth before i find another contender for a mrs itoshi.”

you and sae had been staring at each other through the screen up until that point, when sae realised what he just said and has to look away.

“you… think i could be?”

neither you nor sae have ever broached another about the future, and sae has always been generally avoidant about it, which is why it makes you even more surprised that he’s the one who slipped up about it.

after a moment of silence, he sighs, trying to suppress a smile. it tugs at the edges of his lips, not really there but you can feel it.

“you know that one day you’ll be mrs itoshi, right?”

you don’t know that, he doesn’t know that, not until the day has come. but yeah, you really, really want to be.

OCTOBER 2022; [ sae’s birthday ]

“happy birthday, mr. itoshi,” you greet when he picks up the phone.

things had been rocky lately, admittedly. only because you and sae lived worlds apart.

sae is famous now, in both japan and europe, and it’s no surprise because he’s one of the best midfielders anyone has ever seen. his life is now full of the glitz and glam that you’re not even close to familiar with.

and you; you’re just a simple girl living in tokyo, with a normal life and normal friends and normal everything. except for the fact that sometimes people stalk you online because based on theories, you’re his girlfriend.

he was advised against confirming your identity with the press. for a myriad of reasons, apparently. and you’re fine with it, because yeah, you’re aware there are games to be played when you have his status. and it was fine with you, except for times when it’s not.

like how at his previous PR event he had to appear like he was dating some other celebrity. which was fine, but you’d be lying if you said it didn’t suck having to see your boyfriend appear intimate with someone else. even worse when you hear said someone else mention in multiple interviews that she’s always had a huge crush on him.

“thanks, though it kinda sucks today.”

but it’s fine; you’ve been with him long enough to know that sae isn’t the type to hurt you like that. so even if it’s rocky, it doesn’t stop you from loving him.

“why? i thought the guys were bringing you out drinking tonight.”

sae sighs. “that’s exactly why.”

you smile, thinking how sae is still the same sae you’ve always known. “you’ve been playing with them for more than a year now, i think one night out wouldn’t kill you, babe.”

“but they’re freaks.” and sae says that because they’re rowdy, noisy guys and he doesn’t even want to imagine them drunk.

“we both know they’re going to bother you to no end if you don’t go,” you point out, and sae relents. “and if you need an escape when you’re too tired, you could just use my name.”

you break into a grin because you know for a fact that sae uses you as an excuse to his publicist sometimes to not attend events.

“yeah, maybe i’ll tell ‘em the missus is angry,” he jokes, and you find yourself wishing you could hug him right now.

“have fun tonight, okay?” a little hesitance comes to you before you ultimately open your mouth, “i love you.”

sae chuckles, and he can’t even describe the relief that comes to him each time he hears you say those words.

“i love you too.”

DECEMBER 2022; [ the day you break ]

you don’t pick up his call.

when you saw the picture earlier, it’s like you’ve gone numb. and now everyone in the world will see the picture too. but you don’t really care. the images the paparazzi capture will die down after a while. the rumours will take longer.

right now you’re not even sure if your relationship is dead.

but you love him. you still do. and he’s still calling for what seems like the ninetieth time tonight.

this time you pick up.

“what?”

sae flinches on the other line because he’s not used to this coldness. “can i at least explain?”

you sniffle, gritting your teeth to stop your crying. “sure, why don’t you explain why i had to find out from the fucking news that you kissed someone else on your birthday?”

it’s that girl. the same celebrity you’ve seen ogling him and gushing over him and the one who has PR relations with him.

“i promise, she means nothing,” and you can hear the panic in sae’s voice. he sounds apologetic and manic and scared. “look, i-i was drunk, and she kissed me, and i pushed her off right after—”

“then why didn’t you tell me?” you yell back. because you’re sure that’s what happened. you believe him. but it wasn’t the fact that some other girl was so desperate for him that she’d do that, it was the fact that sae kept it from you.

sae can’t answer. he knows it, but he’s struggling to find the words. “i-i didn’t want you to misunderstand,” is all he can manage.

you pause for a while because you’re crying again, and sae can sense it even if you’re silent. he loves you and he’s killing himself for his stupid decisions.

“sae,” you call him, softly. “is that how much you know me?” because after all this time, you’d think he’d know better. you trusted him. a hundred percent. now? you’re not sure.

“please, y/n, i’m sorry, please just- forgive me?” and sae’s not sure how to do this. sae’s never had anyone he cared about this much other than you. you’re the only one and you forever will be. and he’s stupid and clueless outside of soccer but he’s always had you to hold his hand through this, yet now you feel further away from him than ever.

you’re quiet and he’s not sure what to expect. you’re just sniffling on the other side, not saying anything, and for the first time in his life, sae is afraid.

“babe, i—”

“don’t say it, sae,” you sigh, because you don’t want to think that he’s saying it just to appease you.

sae obeys, because he’s scared that just a little nudge would push you right off the edge. “i’m gonna fix this, okay? i’ll tell everyone that—”

“it’s fine,” you interject, your mind in shambles. you’re tired, and you really don’t know what to do about this when it’s so fresh in your heart. “i need to think things through anyway.”

“no- y/n, please, i—”

and for the first time ever, you’re the one who hangs up abruptly. then you turn off your phone because you know sae’s not going to stop but you really just don’t want to to feel bad about not picking up.

you still love him, but you’re just heartbroken right now.

sae stares at his phone after you hang up. he can hear his heart beating out of his chest and his breathing gets shallow. he tries to call you again but it’s not even ringing.

there’s only one thing he knows: he fucked up.

a stupid, stupid mistake which was grave enough to make you doubt everything and you’re right. this was on him for not opening his stupid mouth and just trusting that you’d understand.

for the first time ever, he heard what you sounded like when you’re hurt and he can’t forgive himself. not if he doesn’t do anything about it.

he gives up on trying to call you and pulls up his club’s coach’s contact instead. “sub someone else in for me tomorrow, i won’t be there.”

“what? what are you talking about? we can’t play without our star midfielder! it’s a big match against our home rivals—”

but everything he’s lecturing sae about falls on deaf ears because sae’s already packing his duffel bag and searching for his passport. he doesn’t even bother acknowledging anything before he hangs up, dialing his assistant’s number instead.

“i need to fly back to tokyo. immediately.”

his assistant’s distraught voice is apparent. “wha- um, you have a game tomorrow—”

“i don’t care. i need to fly now. get me a flight or you’re fired.”

“uh, but- um, the private jet’s not available—”

“then get me tickets on a commercial flight. i don’t fucking care about what kind of plane it is.”

yeah, because he only cares about fixing things with you. no one and nothing else, just you.

his assistant sighs because he knows he’s going to get in trouble for aiding sae. “fine, i’ll send you the details soon.”

JANUARY 2023; [ the present ]

it goes straight to voicemail. you still talk.

“you know, i hate you so much for not having a voicemail recording.”

you pause, the tears streaming down your face. you’re staring at your phone, at his instagram, at his last post. something he posted before his flight.

a picture of the both of you in private, in your room. he’s sitting behind you on the bed, his arms around your neck as he kisses your head and you take the picture.

it’s funny because he was forbidden from sharing any sort of those pictures yet he still did it anyway. you stare at the caption.

i love only you

“itoshi sae, how am i going to hear your voice now, huh?”

you’re already full-on crying now, as you have been for the last month.

“itoshi sae! talk to me, answer me!” you’re screaming but no one will ever hear you.

how can sae hear you? you’re unreasonable for expecting that.

“tell me how to reach you,” you wail into the receiver.

you’re painfully aware of what you’re getting now.

“i love you, mr. itoshi.”

there’s no one on the other line who’ll chuckle now. you can’t hear the same fondness in his voice when he says he loves you too. you can’t ever hear him joking with you again.

no more sighs, no more video calls, no more love. no more you know one day you’ll be mrs. itoshi, right?

you hang up and look at the note in your hand; something sae’s assistant passed to you on the day of his funeral.

a few weeks ago, sae asked me to get this for him. i know he wanted you to have this. before he left for tokyo, he told me to get this done for you at all costs. it was only ready a day after he left. i thought you might still like to have this. i’m sorry you have to go through this.

the gold velvet box sits heavy in your hand. it’s all of sae’s commitment to you, feelings for you—it’s all of his resolution in one tiny package and it’s heavy.

you open it, same as the countless times before.

it’s still beautiful. it’s shiny and four carats and princess cut because you were always his princess. inside the band, he has mrs itoshi engraved.

you know one day you’ll be mrs. itoshi, right?

you bring up his messages and play the last audio he sent to you.

“look, i know i fucked up and it was stupid of me to keep it from you. i’m sorry, okay? and i know you don’t want to speak to me right now but i can’t just sit around and do nothing. i love you, so i’m coming back home, and we’ll talk, and then… i promise you, nothing like this will happen again.”

you remember your last words to him and can’t help but to hate yourself. you should’ve told him one last time before you lost your chance.

if you’d just stayed on the line, he wouldn’t have come back. if he didn’t come back, he wouldn’t have gotten into that cab. if he didn’t get into that cab, he wouldn’t have been in that fatal accident in shibuya.

staring at the ring, calling his number, getting no response, visiting his plot and running into rin. and repeat. that’s all life is now.

sometimes you wear the ring to pretend he’s still here. to pretend he’s already proposed and you’re waiting for him to come back from spain.

you’re probably at voicemail #314 now.

mrs itoshi stares at you until you’re crying all over again.

you’ll never hear his voice again. never hear his laugh. never get to hug him, or pick fights with him. you’ll never get to feel his broad shoulders or his strong arms around your body. you won’t get to go home ever again.

you’ll never be mrs itoshi now.

[bloomries]

be my valentine!

includes : lucifer, mammon, leviathan, satan, asmodeus, beelzebub, and belphegor.

summary : it's valentine's day, how will you spend it with your beloved?

warnings : gn! reader. food mention. valentines is my absolute faaaavorite holiday i love love and hearts and pink and chocolate~

LUCIFER

Loves the classics~ gets you a giant bouquet of red roses and has made a special, private reservation just for you two.

Today is really just an excuse to spoil you, Lucifer is secretly happy he gets to do so! Even though he claims Valentine's Day is a little silly, he doesn't miss his chance to celebrate it.

Very romantic and sincere and sweet, ugh, he's perfect~

Taking your hand in his, his thumb gently rubs against your wrist as he smiles at you. "Thank you," He says, a softness in his tone that puts you on edge— it's not often he lets down his walls to be so vulnerable. "For staying with me, and putting up with those idiots... I love you."

"I love you, too." And Lucifer certainly wouldn't mind if you leaned across the table to meet him in a sweet kiss.

MAMMON

Stayed up all night to try and make you chocolates but somehow failed— however its very last minute and he can't run out so this is what you're getting!

He's actually super nervous about it, getting bashful as he hands you the chocolates.

"If ya don't like 'em you can just throw 'em out," Mammon says, clearing his throat as he avoids eye contact. Burnt chocolates mixed up in a bag, the molds not holding together well and crumbling but you didn't have the heart to throw them away, so stealing yourself, you grab a chocolate and eat it.

"It's delicious!" You cheer, and although you're clearly lying through your teeth, Mammon appreciates it nonetheless.

"I- I'll get you some real chocolates next time."

LEVIATHAN

Sends you a bunch of those valentine meme cards/posts and a lot of 'this is us' with cuddling cats and such.

Braves the outside world in order to take you out on a date— to the arcade of course, where he wins you a bunch of plushies!

Panics when he realizes he hadn't asked you to be his valentine.

"And then I-" Levi cuts himself off mid sentence as he stares at the mirror backing of the claw machine. Today is Valentines Day, and he's just realized he hadn't asked you to be his valentines yet. Pathetically, he turns to you, eyes glistening a little.

"H- Hey, you'll be my valentine's right?"

You have to hold back a laugh, unless you want him to start balling in the middle of the arcade. Accept his request quickly now so that you two can continue your lovely date.

SATAN

Plans a scavenger hunt from the moment you wake up. It leads you to several locations in the house that hold some sort of present before leading to him in the kitchen, where he's made your favorite breakfast.

He's wearing one of those cheesy 'kiss the cook' aprons, and you happily oblige.

"There you are." You coo, entering the kitchen. He curses under his breath, turning around to greet you with a smile— you solved his riddles much faster than he thought, but this fact also makes him proud.

"I made your favorite." He grins, plating your food and then his. You pick at it, sneaking a bite before it can reach the table. He chuckles, sitting down beside you.

"Eat up, because there's another riddle under your food."

ASMODEUS

Romcom marathon! Asmodeus has already set you out a matching loungewear set (it matches his) and a bowl of popcorn and candy and some drinks.

Cuddling all day and flirting in between movies- Is there any better way to spend the day?

Tuffs of champagne hair tickle your neck and Asmo wiggles about to try and get comfy again. Your fingers grazing against his arm softly and sending goosebumps down his spine. He sent a glance up at you, a smirk forming.

"Are you trying to get something more than a movie out of this, hmm?" He asks, leaning up to meet your lips in a kiss. "Not that I'm complaining..."

"Uh-huh," You lean in to kiss him again, only to tease him by placing a candy in your mouth. "Pay attention, you're going to miss your favorite part."

BEELZEBUB

Almost forgot it was Valentines, and gets flustered when he remembers. He's not the most romantic, but he wants to do something for you.

Decides to make you breakfast in bed, although by the time it gets to you...

"Well, at least you didn't eat my favorite part?" You try to calm him down, taking the food and taking a few bites. Delicious. He sighs, rubbing his arm as he looks at the ground. "I'm not that hungry right now, you want the rest?"

Dejectedly, he takes it and devours it. Then he perks up as he gets an idea.

"How about we go out? That place you wanted to try opened up downtown just last week."

"Sounds perfect."

BELPHEGOR

Teases you for celebrating the cheesy holiday.

Might cave in and get you flowers and a simple box of chocolate, don't mention it, okay?

Is he blushing? Yes, yes he is.

"Oh? I thought the holiday was a waste of money and time, a corny holiday invented by capitalist?" Belphegor rolls his eyes at your words. You sure know how to irk him, don't you? But he loves that about you too.

"Yeah, yeah, if you don't want 'em, I'll just give 'em to Beel."

"Nope, they're mine." You coo as you snatch the bouquet and chocolates. "Thank you, Belphie. I got you a little something too." Well he certainly won't deny a gift from you~

[hueningsloverr]

౨ৎ isn't it obvious !

pairing: soobin x reader summary: soobin was smart, just not when it came to love. and you weren't exactly the most confident. that's where taehyun comes in. word count: 0.9k extra: inspired by katherine li's 'isn't it obvious'! apart of my valentines day series

soobin always prided himself in how observant he was, at least in regards to his friends. when it came to love, he was oblivious. no matter how many times girls would confess to him, he always found himself taking their confessions the wrong way. confessions that consisted of very heartfelt words always fell short of the line of actually saying "i love you". 

and to soobins mind, those three words made a large difference. love was different from like. "i really like you!" always had an added "as a friend" in his mind. 

that is why liking soobin was pointless if you ever wanted a romantic relationship. yet, you somehow still found yourself drawn to him.

you weren't the type to confess to crushes on a whim - your friends weren't sure if you had ever confessed to anyone in your life. it would make sense that you hadn't.

you could barely talk to people you didn't know, let alone a person you were infatuated with.

you were a watcher, and you had accepted that role in your life.

it made life easier, only ever watching, never having to talk. you could observe things about people, pick and chose your actions more carefully.

somehow, soobin never managed to pick up how your gaze always landed on him - and it was pretty clear it did. soft, lovestruck eyes always finding him, even in a crowded room. 

soobin also never let it register that when you'd freeze up, it was because of him. whenever he'd enter the room, you'd momentarily go into overdrive, no matter what you were doing prior.

you'd never tell him how you felt - the fear of rejection alone was too much. let alone the idea that maybe he'd laugh at you, tell all his friends - something terrible.

naturally, you expected that if you were ever going to have a reltationship with the boy, he'd have to make the first move. yet, you couldn't even tell him that.

his friends all knew, obviously. they were able to pick up on the way you'd avoid eye contact with the teen - well really, avoid any contact. taehyun picked up on it first, and while he really didn't mean to tell anyone before he confirmed it, he blinked and all of the sudden the three other boys knew.

you tried to lie your way out of it - tell them that soobin was "just a friend!", a really good one at that. but they saw right through. unlike soobin, they weren't so oblivious to love. 

"just tell him," taehyun smiled, eyebrows furrowed as he tried to think through the best course of action. "you could even just text him! soobin is a kind person."

he was trying to be supportive. trying to help you out. but there is no helping a person who freaks out, giggling and kicking their feet, when even a mere name is brought up. so naturally, saying 'the s word' got you all discombobulated.

"tyun! i - god. his smile, oh my god did you see his smile?" you giggled, face buried in your hands as you rolled around on your bed. you really were acting like a teenager who was in love. "i could never text him! i'd type something wrong, and then the whole thing would be messed up!"

taehyun sighed. 

you were an overthinker. every scenario had at least five outcomes when it came to you.

"then… let me text him?" he offered, "you could tell me what to write, and then i'd hit send!"

you paused.

overthinker.

"fine." you huffed, moving to grab your phone from your nightstand. 

no texts from soobin.

you handed it gingerly to taehyun, already regretting your decision. what if taehyun was the one who messed it up for you?

he nodded when he was ready to type, 'soobin🩷' largely displayed on the screen.

"what do i even say, tyun?" you whined, throwing yourself back on your bed. "hey, soobin! i'm in love with you! but i've never said anything because i didn't want to mess up the friendship we had. if you even think of me as a friend! practically every night i want to just tell you how i feel, but not doing it was better off than knowing you didn't feel the same!"

taehyun laughed slightly, tossing your phone towards you.

he had written what you said.

and sent it.

"tyun!" you gasped, eyes wide as you held your phone with shaking hands. "i was joking! oh my god - you sent it!"

taehyun shrugged, stretching. "yeah, but he's already read it so there’s no going back."

you practically screamed.

there was a high chance someone thought you were being attacked.

your feelings were.

you felt your phone buzz in your hands and you instinctively tossed it to taehyun. "you open it! you got me into this mess." you pleaded, too scared to open the message yourself.

he laughed again, shaking his head. "you might want to read this yourself." he grinned, handing it back.

soobin🩷 | 'really? i thought you hated me.' soobin🩷 | 'i'm in love with you too.' soobin🩷 | '...' soobin🩷 | 'did you text me then die?'

you felt your heart stop beating. maybe you would die right then and there.

"oh," you mumbled to yourself, texting back as taehyun watched eagerly.

(y/n) | 'isn't it obvious?'

needless to say, though soobin was oblivious to most girls, something about your rambling confession opened his eyes.

authors note: part 2!!! and yes, i’m aware it’s taehyun birthday 😭 i’m posting by member age so tyun is after gyu (wednesday)

©2024 — all rights reserved to hueningsloverr , please do not plagiarise or translate any of my work

[bbanghiitomi]

| you're so complicated

synopsis: you've been dating danielle for almost a year, she knows it but it seems like you haven't realized it yet.

— nonidol!danielle × nonidol!dense!fem!reader

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"y/n-nie." danielle rested her elbows on the wooden surface of your desk, her chin gently resting on her palms as she leaned close to you. you raised your eyebrows at the mention of your name, your eyes met her sparkling eyes and you can almost see your own reflection on her brown pupils. "yes?" you asked, tilting your head.

danielle smiled and stared at you, you don't know what was going on inside her silly head — your eyes are only fixed on her angelic face as she looked at you with so much adoration.

so much for you to even realize it.

"we're going on a date today right?" she asked, fluttering her eyelashes, her pretty and long eyelashes that you really like. you stared at her, before shifting your eyes away and then back at her.

"uh-huh." you muttered.

danielle's smile widened, more than you expected, her smile is sweet, you like it — love it in fact.

danielle lets a fit of giggles spill her pretty lips, she pulls her face away from her palms before setting her hands on yours, caressing them gently.

your blood boils up to your face, your cheeks are tinted with bright red and the temperature rises. "i'm so happy, i love you!" danielle declared, with so much certainty.

but you only took it in a platonic way.

the thing is, you actually don't know that you've been in a relationship with danielle.

it's not like she had no consent, it's not like she just told everyone that you were her girlfriend and she is yours, it's not like she forced you —

but it's just that it hasn't registered in your mind yet.

in a span of almost a year she's been saying "i love you", calling you pet names, and taking you out on multiple dates, you are still not aware of the fact you are dating her. stuck on the knowledge that you are still on the stage of liking her and believing you are still on a one-sided pinning with her.

everyone is aware, they all know danielle loves you and it seemed like you also did — that made them think you are in a relationship with her.

you did notice the decline of numbers danielle got in this year's valentines, every month even, there are lesser students that come up to her and send letters of confessions! but you are still unaware of the reason as to why.

maybe because it happened way too fast?

that probably is the reason why.

or you just forgot what happened.

you love danielle, that's one of the truths, danielle knows it herself.

just as you are unaware about being danielle's girlfriend, she is also unaware of you having no idea that you are in a relationship with her.

because she loves you so much to even care.

every date you have gone to with her feels amazing, she's sweet and so affectionate but you are not sure whether it is romantic or not.

"hey, let's study at your place tomorrow." danielle swings your hand as both of you walk down the street, the afternoon today feels nice, it's not too hot, nor too cold — it's windy and the weather is perfect.

you look at her, your eyes focused on the way she scrunched her face, her cute nose, pretty lips, eyes that looked like the whole universe is inside of them, and cheeks that are ready to be caressed.

how would you get the courage to lean in? you wonder.

you want to give her a kiss, but don't know where to start — it's not like she had kissed you already, she's pretty adamant on making you do the first move.

you snapped out of your thoughts and nodded, still pretty dazed. "ya, let's study and play my favorite game." you told her.

danielle pulls your hand closer, making you huff at the sudden action, she wraps her arms on your arm and leans on your shoulder. you feel the softness of her hair on you, her fingers intertwined on yours. danielle is trying to enjoy this moment with you, in the middle of an empty street, the sunset above the two of you — peace and quiet, she's happy to spend the most of it with just you.

you leaned, lowering your head to look at her serene face, her eyes are closed and she's smiling.

danielle is your love.

you are her love too, and you are about to find out.

"hey, wanna go home now?" you asked her, tapping her hand with your index finger. danielle hums, nodding gently before looking up at you.

"yes, let's go."

danielle loved your certain fascination about any piece of media, she loved your collection of old ps2 games that you keep on your big shelf inside your room — when she visits, you let her touch them, and it's only her who gets to touch it besides you.

danielle enjoys hearing you ramble about all the things you love about your video games, the books that you read, even just the cartoons — it's often seen as a childish trait but she loves how transparent you are with her. hearing you speak after a long day is such a nice stress reliever.

so one of her perfect ways of spending time is being in your room, playing games with her after studying.

"i think ellipses are not supposed to be equal to zero." you muttered, your face close to her ears as you spoke, sitting beside her. danielle nodded, before looking up at you — a natural blush dusting her soft cheeks. "did i do it wrong?" she asked, in a hushed whisper. you raised your eyebrows before shaking your head.

"uh no, that's just about right." you replied and pointed to the paper in which she wrote "ellipse".

"that's supposed to be a degenerate ellipse." you smiled at her. just that gesture caused a storm inside her heart, thumping violently with a tornado of mixed emotions.

she lives for your wit and wisdom, your gentleness and generosity.

"you really love this game don't you?" danielle laughs, looking up at you as she holds the controller by her hands. you looked down back at her, it seems like her smile never fades, no matter what the situation is, she's got that darn smile plastered on her face — it's all because she's with you.

it's your 50th run of the game, life is strange. it's your favorite game, and you know danielle loves it too. she's always seen you play it before, the game is plastered all over your room, various types of merchandise are scattered, a proof of your long time dedication for the game.

there must be a reason as to why you kept playing the game again and again, either you love it so much or you just keep forgetting about what the hell happened.

could be both.

you laughed, sitting behind her while your hands are on her wrists, guiding her through the story. "you know why." you smiled at her.

it instantly melted her, she felt a warm feeling spreading throughout her body — and she got the urge to giggle, yet again falling for you a thousand times.

it's been two days since she last visited your room, danielle misses the comfort the room provides her — the scent of your cologne wafted around the room.

and here you are, sitting on your chair whilst reading the newest book you bought last week from a sale at a bookstore — your seat lies behind danielle's seat. she's out for a meantime, accompanying her friend to fetch some papers for your homeroom teacher. you like that about her, she's so considerate, kind and volunteers a lot without waiting for an exchange, the way she treats everyone the same kindness — she's too good for this world.

it is just that she loves you more so you get a special treatment.

you just don't know it yet.

"hey, y/n." you look up from the book in your hands, you see a friend, a girl the same age as you — kim jiwoo. you stared at her for some seconds and bobbed your head to acknowledge her presence. "what's up?" you asked.

jiwoo snickers at you and hits your shoulder. "ah so ms. lovergirl is a snobber now huh!" jiwoo puts a hand on her lips and sits on a chair beside you. you raised a brow at her and looked somewhere else, confused. jiwoo continued messing with you. "just 'cause you're doing so much better than me now that doesn't mean you'll ignore me." you don't understand what she meant but you only chuckled, shaking your head.

"whatever you mean." you muttered, closing your book before turning your body to jiwoo's direction.

"what do you need jiwoo?" you asked, propping a hand on the rest of your chair. jiwoo leaned in to whisper at you, holding up a hand close to her mouth, you took it as a cue to turn your head in order to hear her. "have you gotten danielle a gift?" she whispered.

you cock your brow, having no idea what she meant.

it's actually the first anniversary of your relationship with danielle, isn't that cool? you got almost a year not knowing you were dating danielle the whole time — there has to be some sort of guinness world record for the densest girlfriend of the world and that's going to be you.

imagine how proud danielle would be.

jiwoo pulls away and looks at you in disbelief, shaking her head with wide eyes.

"don't tell me you haven't gotten her a gift?" she asked, with a feigned disappointment on her voice.

you feel a bead of sweat on your temple before shaking your head. "no! i got her a gift of course." you scratched your head, jiwoo is sure you looked confused but then shook the thought out of her head.

you absolutely have no idea what the gift is all about, but you didn't want to ask jiwoo because it will make it look like you don't care about whatever special occasion you have with danielle. keeping your mouth shut, you laughed sheepishly, caressing your nape and trying to play it cool.

but deep inside you were already dying, you stood inside your room, looking for the other missing sock to complete your pair. you planned on buying a gift for her, anything would do really, danielle's the type of girl who appreciates effort more.

but you wanted it to be special, you digged inside your old bag where you keep your money — piggy banks are not a concept to you, you like burying your money anywhere that has a space to save money and come back for it.

it had been long since you started and you earned almost two thousand dollars (it's totally not because you have long forgotten about using the money and kept burying more inside without a single thought inside your brain).

it's pretty interesting how stupid you can be sometimes.

if not sometimes, all the time.

as you rummaged inside your room, you found a jar under your study desk, it is flipped upside-down, there's a flower made out of old plastic bottles that you collected every time you drank soft drinks. under the flower is a wooden base, wrapped around another plastic to cover the wires and pins inside.

you don't remember what was the purpose of why you decided to remake the flower from the beauty and the beast, when you could've just bought a cheap one from an online store.

then there's a letter underneath the jar when you lifted it up.

you tried to stand up but as you lifted your head up, you hit the temple of your head on your desk, causing you to fall down the carpeted floor of your room with a loud groan.

out of anger, you threw the paper and stood up with the jar in your hands, placing it on your desk.

you rubbed your head, sighing as you felt the pain banging in your head.

your phone vibrated on your pocket, with a pout, you reached for it and opened it to a message from danielle.

danielle <3

hey,

(⁠◠⁠ᴥ⁠◕⁠ʋ⁠)

(⁠´⁠ε⁠｀⁠ )

what are you doing right now?

(⁠灬⁠º⁠‿⁠º⁠灬⁠)⁠♡

seen.

you were greeted by messages from danielle, you sighed once again but then smiled. feeling a lot better now.

danielle <3

good aftie

nothing :))

just fixing something

sent.

one thing about danielle, is that she's gonna bring the same energy that she has even in messages. she's so full of love, that there was never a time she had nothing to give.

you love her emoticons — her emotions.

danielle <3

＼⁠(⁠°⁠o⁠°⁠)⁠／

what is it?

what is it?

(ﾟ⁠οﾟ⁠人⁠)⁠)

may i know?

pleaseee

seen.

she's so cute, it's gonna kill you.

you took a deep breath, placing a hand on your mouth, the urge to grin growing a lot stronger against you.

danielle <3

it's a secret

;))

you'll know someday

:pp

sent.

it's like you can imagine her pouting so cutely, those puppy eyes of hers that struck you in the heart.

danielle <3

okay, i guess patience will do

⋋⁠✿⁠ ⁠⁰⁠ ⁠o⁠ ⁠⁰⁠ ⁠✿⁠⋌

but i ammmm excited to know what that is

╰⁠(⁠⸝⁠⸝⁠⸝⁠´⁠꒳⁠`⁠⸝⁠⸝⁠⸝⁠)⁠╯

i <3 u

muwaaaa

seen.

honestly, you don't know when that "someday" is gonna be. you think it's best to wait till she gives her gift and then just whip out yours.

danielle <3

ʕ⁠っ⁠•⁠ᴥ⁠•⁠ʔ⁠っ

hehe

sent.

after a few hours of thinking, you decided to give the diy lamp as a gift. you spent hours and days fixing what needs to be fixed. you had the chance to use the 3D printer your friend had inside their house to redesign the whole lamp.

you gave it all you've got to give the lamp the major upgrades it needed.

then the day has finally come, she graced your room with her angelic presence, the paper you have thrown on the ground sat on the carpeted floor for days without you noticing it. you initially found it again laying on the floor and picked it up, before placing it under the box you used as the gift wrapper for the lamp.

when she stepped inside the room, you see her carrying a big box, wrapped in a pink glossy paper wrapper. you were quite surprised with how big the box and how heavy it was.

"that's…" you trailed.

danielle only smiled at you and pulled you for a hug, in which you returned, gently gracing your hand on her back.

"that's all for you." she giggled, you couldn't help but blush hard at that. she seemed very absorbed with the hug, leaning closer as she hummed.

"you okay?" you asked her.

danielle only sighed in content, burying her head on your neck. you could feel your heart trying to jump out of your chest, it's such a weird feeling but you love it.

"just emotional." danielle pulled away, laughing as she looked down and sobbed silently. you tilted your head and smiled at her, gracing your hand on her hair.

you looked over to your desk and pointed at the box wrapped in wrapping paper with powerpuff girls design (you actually went outside to buy something after spending most of your time inside the room of your friend or yours, trying to fix the lamp).

"hey, i got that gift for you. it took a long time to make, just for you." you snickered, proud of yourself because you know she'll love it.

danielle looked at you with heart eyes, clasping her hands together to contain a squeal. she walks over to your desk and opens the box. the first thing she sees is a flower made out of plastic, colored with a glistening paint inside an arc of transparent thick plastic, above a thick base made out of wood.

danielle was in awe, and you were proud.

her reaction was priceless, every work you've put on that lamp was worth it, seeing her take it and embrace the lamp with so much happiness.

"you like it — oh, i mean do you love it?" you walked towards her and tried to take a peek at her face, your hands on your mouth — expectantly waiting for a positive response.

"oh my god i love this!" danielle looks at you, with so much love.

danielle placed it inside the box again and noticed the paper underneath the box and picked it up.

you were about to take it from her but she held it with both hands and started reading it.

you realized you have no idea what that paper says and tried praying it's not something stupid.

after a minute of reading, you were surprised to see her bursting out in tears, wiping her eyes with her hands and she's now sobbing hard. "y-y/n…" she whispered, you frowned and held her shoulders. "w-what's wrong?" you asked, danielle wraps her arms on your shoulders and pulls you close. "i love you." danielle whispered and kissed your cheek.

oh.

oh no.

you looked at her with wide eyes, a blush adorning your cheeks.

you're falling deeper.

"it's our one year anniversary and i got you a 3D printer." you shot your eyes wider, pulling away a little and looked at her with shock written all over your face.

"a what?" you asked for confirmation.

first of all, the first year anniversary?

second, a 3D printer?

what the hell?

"yeah, because i know you've been wanting to have one, right? that's why you were saving up money."

oh my god, you laughed.

you remember it all now.

"and, you know exactly what i wanted. your letter…" danielle almost melted, she swore she's about to condense with how weak her knees are right now.

"yeah, because i love you." you whispered.

you are so out of it. you remember it all now. you sent her a message, telling her how much you love her, she replied but you refused to read the message because you were afraid that she'll reject you and it all went buried down a series of new messages from her.

she loved you back the whole time.

and you thought you were back to normal as friends.

you feel so stupid, you are so stupid.

and that letter, you wrote it for her when you heard she would love to have a flower lamp of her own, you made the lamp for her but cowered down because you were once again scared she won't like it.

now you're here, finally realizing.

"we're dating — for over a year." you muttered, and she nodded, giggling. "isn't that crazy?" she replied and you nodded, smiling. "yeah…"

you felt breathless, you're so close to her it feels unbelievable. you once again get the urge to kiss her, this time nothing's stopping you and you took the risk — leaning in. "can i kiss you?" you asked her, gently and she felt your breath fanning over her cheeks.

she nods, trying to contain a squeal from spilling out of her lips.

you grinned and leaned in, capturing her lips to a kiss. she gladly accepted it, closing her eyes and you feel her hands on your face, pulling you close.

she smells so nice, your hands reach over to her waist. danielle is so happy she cannot contain herself from giggling on the kiss, you were still lovestruck by her beauty. when you pulled away your eyes couldn't look anywhere but her.

"i love you danielle." you felt so relieved, finally being able to say it without any hesitance.

"i love you so much!"

you cannot believe it — of course you can't, this feels like a dream you don't ever want to wake up to. but who are you even kidding? she's been in love with you for a very long time, to say that you're dreaming over the thought of her loving you is like underestimating how powerful her love is.

[viviennevermillion]

Spending Valentine's Day with him

notes: i just noticed i haven't written anything for cater yet except for my dystopian au. also if you guys like my writing, comments in the tags or anon asks are appreciated! feedback motivates me to write more!

contains: character x gn!reader, established relationship in some but not all

characters included: cater diamond, leona kingscholar, jade leech, malleus draconia

warnings: mention of gruesome death in jade's part (this is about a mushroom he grew and talks about), accidental marriage proposal

dark content creators and consumers dni

Cater, of course, is more than familiar with Valentine's Day. He's always up to date with the latest trends and on this day, Valentine's Day is trending on Magicam. Every year, Cater participates in this holiday even though he didn't have a crush on anyone for the past few years. He at least always posts some themed photos and sends chocolates to his friends. Sometimes he also does little events on his Magicam page where he prompts people to ask him Valentine's Day related questions or post their own stories they've had with this day and he'll comment on it.

But this year was different.

Having fallen for you quite a few months ago, Valentine's Day was the perfect opportunity to finally ask you out on a date. Cater knew so too but Trey was the one who had to convince him. "You're always so flirty with them, why don't you ask them out already?", Trey smiled and shook his head in confusion. "Well, that's different...", Cater replied awkwardly and rubbed the back of his head. "How exactly is that different?", Trey chuckled and proceeded making a Valentine's Day cake for the Heartslabyul dorm.

Indeed, Cater had flirted with you quite a few times but given his usual demeanor, there was no reason for you to suspect this wasn't just what he was like in general.

Cater eventually asks you out with a box of chocolate from Sam's store. He's happy when you say yes and the two of you agree to go to the cinema together.

Cater buys the two of you colorful drinks and a box of nachos. He takes a picture of the food and asks you if you'd like to take a photo with him as well, which he'd post on Magicam with the caption "Spending today with my valentine ❤️ #cinemadate #valentinesday #nightravencollege ❤️" if you let him. He'd tag you in the picture as well. Cater loves to take pictures but there's a couple of them that's just you two laughing together and having fun and he decides that even though they'd probably get a lot of likes, they're special to him and he just keeps them on his phone to remember this day with you fondly.

He originally intends to take you to a romance movie and bought tickets for it....but life had other plans for you.

"This uh....this doesn't look like the movie we asked to watch", Cater sunk back into the seat and had to be careful not to drop his 3D glasses when the horrifying forest creature from the screen seemed to charge directly at him. You fished the movie tickets out of your pockets. "Uh yeah I think the employee mixed something up...we have tickets for something called 'The Unspeakable Horrors'", you explained before looking back at the screen. "Oh god I don't like or subscribe to this", Cater lets out a slightly distressed sigh. He wondered whether it was too late to watch the other movie and get the actual tickets he wanted but you taking his hand in yours when he seemed scared changed his mind. Maybe watching the unspeakable horrors was indeed a way to get closer to you.

"I'm going to have vivid nightmares of this for days to come", Cater chuckled awkwardly as the two of you left the cinema, still holding hands. "Maybe I can help with that", you chuckled and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek.

Cater asks you to be his significant other after your date. He explains how he had a crush on you for a while now and how all the attempts he had made at flirting with you were actually genuine. "Oh yeah I knew", you smirked and pulled him into a hug, "and yes... I'd love to be your valentine every day from now on."

"How about we finish this date with a kiss?", he suggests, nervousness now having left his voice. You nod and he cups your cheek and presses several soft kisses to your lips; the horrors from the movie already forgotten.

If Leona didn't have have a deep-rooted distaste for a lot of celebrations his older brother hosted in his homeland, Valentine's Day would be right up there on the list of Leona's least favorite holidays. He really doesn't like anything cheesy and seeing people being all lovey-dovey gets on his nerves. For Leona, it's pointless to dedicate an entire holiday to appreciating your lover when you could just be doing that whenever.

You enter Leona's room on Valentine's Day, finding your boyfriend sleeping in bed. You smile and sit down beside him, gently rubbing his ears and watching him instinctively snuggle close to your lap and his tail swishing back and forth. "Pspspspsps Leona", you whisper and poke his cheek.

His eyes open slowly and he looks at your face with a confused expression before stretching his limbs like a cat and sitting up. "Why'd you wake me up, herbivore?", he asks calmly and rests against your shoulder. To anyone else he would have said this with an annoyed tone and a frustrated facial expression but with you his tone was gentle and like he was actually interested in the answer.

"I got you something", you say and pull out a small yellow box from your bag, tied neatly with a black ribbon. "Did you get me one of those Valentine's chocolates Sam sells around this time of year?", he asks as he takes the box from you. "Well, not really. I know you don't really like Valentine's Day so I got you this instead", you explain and Leona lifted the cover of the box, instantly snorting and letting out a laugh. Instead of chocolate hearts there were pumpkin-shaped chicken nuggets in the box and the inside of the cover was decorated with a sparkling, cursive "Happy Halloween!" surrounded by stickers of ghosts and bats. The little greeting card that came with it had a distorted "Congratulation!" written on it that started in the middle of the card and the letters became more and more squeezed the closer the writing got to the edge, to make sure that the whole word still fit on it.

Leona was wheezing and patted your head. "Okay that's funny, you got me", he chuckled and plopped one of the nuggets into his mouth, pleased that you had given him meat instead and attempted to make him laugh rather than trying to feed into convention and giving him a red box of Valentine's chocolates.

He ate all of the nuggets in the box and then put it aside, pulling you into his arms and laying down in bed with you. He mumbled a "thank you" and buried his face in your shoulder. You started gently caressing his ears and kissed his forehead.

Leona would just hold you in his arms for a while and maybe spend the day in bed cuddling with you or playing chess with you.

If Valentine's Day is important to you, Leona would adapt and actually try to celebrate it with you. But in general, as your relationship grows, Leona learns of all the things you like and dislike and he takes you out on dates once in a while when he feels like you'd appreciate it. Whether that's Valentine's Day or just any other day. After all, who would he be if he didn't put in any effort after you were the one to put him first?

He definitely keeps your affectionate gestures in mind and who knows? He might take you out a couple days later to have a nice walk on the beach and have a picnic there as the sun sets.

Jade is relatively new to Valentine's Day as it's not a holiday that exists under the sea. They have a similar holiday that's dedicated to celebrating the union of the mermaid princess and her human lover but it's not quite the same as Valentine's Day on land.

"What a curious custom", Jade thought at first when he heard about it during his first year. Ever since the twins and Azul knew about it, they've been using the opportunity to sell overpriced Valentine's gifts and specials at Mostro Lounge.

Ever since he started dating you, Jade has wondered whether he'd be celebrating Valentine's Day with you this year. He gets you some rare flowers he grew himself (actually making sure none of them are poisonous) and if he feels like you'd like it, he'll make you a terrarium like the ones he has. He puts a bunch of plants and small sea animals in there that he collected himself while scavenging the ocean around Sage's Isle. He makes sure to include everything he thinks you might like. He promised you to take you to the Coral Sea and show you his home one day but for now the opportunity hasn't arisen yet so he wants to show that you're part of his world by giving you a part of his.

He puts psathyrella aquatica in your terrarium which is the first and only known underwater mushroom.

Jade shows you how to take care of the terrarium and sometimes the both of you take care of it together.

For Valentine's Day, Jade takes a free day from work and reserves a table at Mostro Lounge for you and himself. He gets the special Valentine's Day mocktails and dishes for half the price so you're in luck. "It took you this long to prepare it?", Jade teases his twin brother as Floyd brings you your meals. Floyd glares at his brother angrily and then turns to you. "Jade used to be scared shitless of the sun when he was a kid. He thought it was gonna fall out of the sky and kill him", Floyd snickered, now being the one to earn a glare from his brother. You laugh at the mental image of a small Jade being scared to swim to the surface of the ocean because the sun was there. "We'll sort this out later, Floyd", Jade replies with a bright smile on his face. The shady, threatening kind.

"For the record, Floyd was the one who told me that the sun was going to fall out of the sky and kill me", Jade explained and sighed, "he kept that prank up for 2 whole years." You chuckle. "Somehow that makes it even funnier", you took his hand on the table and held it in your own, "did you think you were safe underwater?" Jade nodded. "I thought it was just going to go out when it falls into the water", he chuckled, "looking back on it, it was quite curious what we'd come up with to explain what was above the surface and on land before we started going to school and learnt the real facts."

He makes sure to inquire whether you enjoyed your meal or not and gives Azul his feedback. He wraps an arm around your shoulder as he walks out of the restaurant with you.

He later takes you to the greenhouse after all classes have ended for the day and no one was in there anymore. "I have to show you something", he explains and leads you to the window where several plants were standing, "this is an entirely new mushroom species I've created. It's very fascinating. I named it after you." You look at the mushrooms that were moving slightly in a way that looked almost threatening. "Let me guess, they're poisonous?", you ask and lean against Jade. "Probably the most poisonous ones we have on this entire island. Actually they'd make your organs explode within a couple of hours of eating them." He said that with such a joyful smile on his face that it was almost unsettling. But don't worry, Jade naming the creepy mushrooms after you is a sign of his love for you.

You're like "is this even allowed?" and Jade is like "that depends on how you interpret the rules :) "

Valentine's Day with Jade ends with some comforting cuddles in his room and few sharing chocolates after stopping by at Sam's shop and buying some.

Malleus is completely unaware of Valentine's Day. Straight up didn't know what it is.

You've liked him for a while but you were quite unsure whether the two of you could even work out because he's the crown prince of a whole country and meant to be king one day and you're a commoner. Nevertheless, you hoped he would become aware of your feelings for him and give you the answers you needed. You considered just telling him and talking to him about this but you didn't know how appropriate it was to just confess your love to Briar Valley's heir apparent and you were also worried it might make your friendship awkward.

So you decide to take your chances on Valentine's Day. If he rejected the idea of being involved with you romantically, you could always say you gave him flowers and chocolate because he's a great friend.

You get him a personalized bouquet with flowers you associate with him and a box of Valentine's chocolates. He doesn't get why you're giving him gifts and he's just like "thank you, my dear friend :) "

He's really happy about it but he only learns about the intention behind the gifts when Lilia educates him later. "Valentine's Day is a celebration in human society that is dedicated to appreciating the one you love", he explains. "Oh...like a best friend?", Malleus smiles. Lilia sighs. "Uh...sometimes...but I think y/n wanted to express that they're in love with you", he puts Malleus out of his misery. Cue the surprised Malleus face™.

Malleus is so unfamiliar with romantic relationships that he doesn't notice he has a crush on someone until someone else makes him aware of it, in this case Lilia.

So Malleus, with his newfound clarity about his feelings for you, decides to make the best out of the rest of Valentine's Day and get you some gifts in return to attempt to court you. Lilia recommends that he stops by the Mystery Shop, since Sam is selling a lot of typical Valentine's gifts today. So Malleus heeds the older fae's advice and buys 3 bouquets of red roses, which Lilia told him are the ones most associated with romantic love, along with a box of chocolates for you too.

There's also a stand in Sam's shop with a bunch of silver rings in ring boxes. The picture above it shows a man going down on one knee and presenting the ring to his significant other. The caption on it says "Give your loved one the ultimate proof of your love". And Malleus finds one with a subtle dragon-themed design and he's like :)

So he goes to you after classes and presents you with the bouquets and the chocolate first. "Y/n....perhaps it took me some time to realize, but I love you. Would you allow me to court you?", Malleus asks. The three bouquets are a bit much but he's got the spirit. You accept and put the bouquets aside for a moment, pulling him into a hug.

Then he pulls out the ring and gets down on one knee in front of you, presenting it to you. You're shocked for a moment, not knowing how to even process what is happening. Three students walk by and stare at the two of you in bewilderment as you frantically try to gesture to them "this is not what it looks like".

You guide Malleus to stand up again and take his hand in yours, squeezing it gently. "I love you, Malleus. But we've only started dating a couple of minutes ago...I can't possibly agree to marry you yet...", you explain softly. Malleus is like "wait what?"

He explains to you how the rings were advertised in the shop and you laugh, putting one on your finger and the other one on his. "Well, an accidental proposal was not on my list of things I expected to happen today, but I will never forget about this", you snicker and Malleus laughs along with you, glad you're taking his awkward mistake with humor, "let's take these rings as a promise of our love for now. We'll worry about the future when we get there."

You gently cup his cheek. "May I kiss you?", you ask and Malleus nods, leaning close until his lips meet yours in a soft and loving kiss. He holds you gently in his arms and looks into your eyes with a happy smile. "I love you, my dearest. Next year you should show me all about celebrating Valentine's Day."

[fortheloveofarchons]

You're In A Vampire Hunter's Ball, With Some Familiar Members...

C.W. Vampires, vampire hunters, drinking blood, biting, smut, aftercare

Characters included in this fanfic besides Pierro are Childe, Pantalone, Arlecchino, La Signora, Pantalone, Capitano, and a mention of Pulcinella

Full version in the link down below! Happy belated Valentine's Day btw!

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In the ballroom where crystal chandeliers and luxurious fabrics are adorned and draped, a palpable tension hung in the air as you concealed yourself among the elegantly attired crowd, hiding in the shadows at the corner. While the couples would waltz in the middle of the ballroom with rhythmic cadence, your eyes blink a bit rapidly as you surveyed the room. 

Dressed in an exquisite dark blue gown that shimmered like moonlight, you move carefully, trying to not draw attention to yourself. Your black eye contacts fortunately conceals your vampiric red eyes, yet it did little to mask the hunger that gnawed at your insides. The scent of blood– of pulsating life surrounded you, a tantalising aroma that sent shivers down your spine. 

“So hungry…” You mutter the words out. 

As the ball is filled with vampire hunters, your heightened senses would often pick up on conversations discussing recent vampire sightings and the latest hunting techniques. Every word sends a chill down your spine, and you clutch the edges of your gown. 

Being distracted from hunger, you didn’t realise that a man was walking towards you. Your vision, that stared aimlessly through the ballroom, is interrupted with a crystal goblet, one that contains a familiar aroma. The thirst for blood intensified with each passing moment, threatening to expose your true nature. 

Your eyes quickly flicker to find the ginger-haired man with cold blue eyes, handing you the goblet with a smile on his face. 

“Hey, didn’t you say you were hungry?” It looks like he didn't take no for an answer, pushing the goblet into your palms. “Come on, don’t tell me you were trying to hold your hunger in a room full of vampire hunters.” 

You quickly take the goblet from his hand, compose yourself, and delicately sip the deep red liquid, trying to keep your composure. Any sudden movement or slip of control could spell disaster in the presence of these vampire hunters, after all. 

“Thank you.” You hand him the goblet back, your tongue licking your upper lip to remove any traces of blood. “...Wait, you are–” 

“You can just call me Childe, or Tartaglia if that’s what you prefer.” Childe smiles at you. “Are you perhaps looking for Lord Pierro?” 

You quickly nod. After all, for a man who supposedly invited you into a hunter’s den, you’re surprised to find him gone. 

“He actually sent me to find you.” Childe explains, fiddling with the collar of his suit. “He wants you to go into the private lounge room.” 

“Are you coming with me, then?” You ask, hoping that he might accompany you even though he’s the eleventh ranking of the vampire hunters. Perhaps it's because he’s close to Pierro that made you feel a bit relieved. 

“I’m afraid not.” That made your heart sink. “I have to leave early to catch up with Pulcinella, he has some important matters to discuss with me.” 

“Does it have something to do with your fami–” Your lips became thin and firm, shutting yourself up. You have heard stories about his family from Pierro during the nights when you are in bed with him. However, instead of Childe’s eyes being icy cold and his lips pursed with suppressed fury, he lets out a hearty laugh. 

“Aha~ It’s okay,” Childe waves dismissively. “I don't really mind talking about my family to anyone! In fact, I enjoyed talking to anyone about them.”

“Oh,” You let out an awkward chuckle. “I see, that’s good then–” 

“After all, it’s a fine way to deceive my enemies to think that we’re getting along well, and much closer… until they feel a sharp spike in their hearts, and soon… they can see smoke coming out of them.” 

Childe studies you with a crazed look on his face: Icy stare boring into you, the muscles along his jaw clench, his hand holding onto what seems to be a pure silver dagger that hangs around his thigh. All you could do was stand there and freeze yourself to the ground. Were you scared? Yes, but you knew you wouldn’t get hurt considering that Lord Pierro wants you. 

Childe then releases his grip on his dagger, rubbing the back of his head with another hearty laughter. 

“Just kidding!” He pats you on the back of your shoulder, which makes you shiver from his cold gloves being in contact with your open shoulders. “I gotta go now. Oh– about the room, it’s just right down that red hall.”

Before you could even say a word, Childe runs off, but not before he turns to you and gives you a wave with a smile on his face. 

“See ya!” 

“I– See you, I guess…” 

With a reluctant sigh, you hike up your dress and make your way towards the red hallway. Stopping in front of a large door, you take a deep breath and push the door, walking your way into the room. The room was bathed in a dim, sultry ambiance, with crimson velvet drapes hanging from ornate windows, casting shadows to the lavish furnishing. 

As you stepped into the room, you sensed an unusual tension in the air. The low hum of whispered conversations ceased abruptly, replaced by an unsettling stillness as the members turned their attention towards you.

To your surprise, you found yourself surrounded by some familiar members of the Fatui Harbingers, their presence as alluring as it was threatening. 

In this room, besides you, lies Lady Signora, Lord Pantalone, and Lord Arlecchino. 

On a fancy mahogany sofa, lies Lady Signora. Her long blond hair braided into a neat bun, with some long stands of her hair cascading down to her legs. Her dress consists of a slim wine red gown made of silk organza, along with the blush prints of butterfly patterns appearing on her dress that truly made her look like the queen of crimson butterflies. Her open shoulders, one that is similar to your outfit as well, reveals her plump chest, with some strands of blond hair sitting on them.

“Is this perhaps his… ‘pet’?” She studies you with a critical squint, and that alone immediately makes you want to bury into a hole and die. 

“Now, now, Fair Lady.” The man with square-framed glasses replies to her. “Perhaps we shouldn’t be too rude to a guest, that wouldn’t look good on us, hmm?” 

La Signora argues with a puff of smoke from her cigarette holder. “The guest is a vampire.” 

“And it would ruin the party if we make a bloodshed~” His sultry voice along with the sharp gaze made your body shiver. Lord Pantalone, the man with the black and white fur coat that complements well with his sleek, tailored dark purple suit highlighted both elegance and grace, seems to look at you as a formidable adversary, but also something… magnetic. 

“Come,” He pats the sofa, gesturing to you to come over. “Sit next to me, miss.” 

Although this feels like a carefully laid trap, what choice do you have. In front of you, all of their eyes bore into you, each glance carrying a mix of suspicion and readiness. Attempting to maintain an air of regal indifference, you square your shoulders and take a measured step forward, and sit next to Lord Pantalone. 

And just right next to Lord Arlecchino, who has been silent this whole time. Her long sleeveless gown that draped gently over her lithe frame, exuding an aura of a graceful figure. The fabric of her gown flowed like liquid silk, while the absence of sleeves accentuated the graceful lines of her tainted blackened arms from the works of a delusion. You couldn’t help but take a peek at her arms, and that made Lord Arlecchino’s eyes linger on your face, memorising every detail. 

“As a guest, it is impolite to stare and not greet someone.” Lord Arlecchino folds her arms , her gaze hardened, the spark of aversion flickering within it. “Has Jester not taught you anything when it comes to manners?” 

You sit upright in your position, being too overwhelmed to move. “I– I’m sorry, Lord Arlecchino.” 

You then gently take her hand, greeting it with a gentle kiss. 

“It is an honour to meet you, and to be in your presence.” 

You turn around, doing the same for Lord Pantalone, kissing his hand that was covered with a leather glove. “Lord Pantalone, it is an honour to meet a distinguished harbinger, and to be in your presence.” 

“Ahem.” A familiar voice calls out across the room, as Lady Signora holds out her hand, slightly tilting her head. You are about to bend down, but then you remember that La Signora holds the title of a ‘Lady’, not a ‘Lord’. 

“Wait a minute…” 

Though Lady Signora was trying to hide it, the corners of her mouth were twitching upwards. “You really are… a foolish little vampire pet. I see why the Jester has chosen you in his inner circle.” 

You let out a crimson blush from embarrassment. 

Just then, the heavy door opens, revealing the silhouette of a weary figure. As Lord Il Capitano steps into the room, a hush falls over its occupants, the air thick with tension and the faint scent of blood. 

“Goodness, Captain.” Signora pinches her nose. “Were you seriously killing vampires out there while a party was taking place?” 

Killing… vampires? Your lips slightly part in silent terror, taking a glance up at him.. 

His silver armour, dented and stained with the remnants of battle, clanks softly with each step. His claymore, still gripped firmly in his hand, gleams dully in the dim light, its edge tinged crimson with the lifeblood of his fallen foes.

You couldn’t help but recoil in horror, your hands trembling in fear. 

Especially when Lord Il Capitano is coming towards you. 

With a low growl, you instinctively back away from him, your fangs baring in a silent snarl of defiance. Despite the amount of killings from the Captain, you recognize him as someone whose strength and power-hungry determination posed a grave threat to your kind. 

He takes a few steps forward, with each stride, Capitano’s expression remained stoic, his features masked by the shadow of his helmet.

But just as it seemed that Capitano would unleash a blow upon you, he abruptly halted, his hand still hovering over the hilt of his claymore. Slowly, deliberately, Capitano lowers his hand. 

"I could just end you with a single blow," He spoke, his voice low and gruff, yet tinged with a note of compassion. "But I choose not to."

You blink your eyes in surprise, your fear momentarily forgotten as you gaze up at the Captain in wonderment. 

“You are under the Jester’s hands, after all.” 

Ah… The gears in your mind click. 

Your legs become soft like jelly, slumping onto the ground. Your heart slowly gains back a rhythmic beat, as you breathe heavily from the adrenaline of fear.

A sigh escapes from Capitano’s lips, seeing a fearful vampire in front of him. After all, as one whose title is called, ‘Captain’, fighting with someone whose strength is of the same level as him is much worthier to fight than someone like you. 

He then bends down with one knee, extending a hand to you. “May I?” 

Despite the fear in your heart, your shaky hand reaches out, holding onto the cold steel of his hand. 

Even as a ruthless member, he’s still quite chivalrous... You mumble in your mind.

Capitano then pulls you up, his other hand holding onto your back, making your body shiver despite the barrier between your skin and his other hand is merely a fabric of your gown. You stand rigid with terror, being too overwhelmed to move. 

“My, my~” Lord Pantalone locks his hands together, raising an eyebrow. “Being so forward, aren’t you, dear Captain ? If Jester were to see this, surely he would–” 

Just then, you could hear heavy footsteps, and all eyes turn towards the entrance, drawn by the magnetic presence of the man with a towering figure. 

Dressed in a black and dark blue tailored suit with intricate snowflakes on the corners of his suit, it hugs his muscular frame in all the right places. The fabric accentuating his broad shoulders and chiselled physique. With a wide twilight blue pelerine cape, it infused him with a quiet strength, showing a testament to his power and poise.

Seeing Pierro in that attire ignites a flush of warmth that spreads through your cheeks...

[heartshapedcreaturefromcriptoon]

Jesus fucking Christ I fucking hate "The Doll Community" especially Monster High and g3 monster high, I really do...

I was just watching a video of this big name doll youtuber reporting on doll news, as they do, and they were covering the new Beetlejuice Skullector Two Pack, but what got me is they how said some pretty Anti leaning shit that was just unnecessary?

Like they literally said: "Obviously NO ONE ships Beetlejuice and Lydia so NO ONE would promote this as a romantic thing.. But if it's a wedding set that's set to release Valentines day then la de dah blah blah!"

And like? I honestly didn't know if this person was just saying this to just like, cover their own ass so THEY didn't get harassed by other tenderqueers because they were young, or if *they* genuinely believed what they were saying? Because from what I've watched from their channel, they're young and don't seem to know or care a lot about horror as genre in general? Like I don't mean to gate keep, but they're one one those obnoxious Monster High fans I made of fun of in my one post where it's like, "knows nothing about horror, just learned who Elvira is, only got into mh as a kid as the 'alternative' to their conservative ass parents who already believe pokemon is The Devil letting them experience Actual Horror and just never stopped consuming the dolls and Skullectors regardless if they're even familiar with the source material" kinda people? And yeah, that gets really annoying?

But I obviously didn't want this to be my cutting off point for watching their channel because ... Doll news?

So, I just wrote up the most, civil. neutral comment I could possibly articulate explaining how the Beetlejuice fandom's been practically built off of nothing but shipping for 36 years and how people can think whatever they want but Winona Ryder does ship it and it was quite frankly unprofessional of them to alienate Beetlebabes who might want to grab the two pack by implying there's a right way and a wrong way of interpreting the movie and the relationship between these iconic characters and they should respect the older fanbase and all the history that came before the musical?

And I was about to post it, but then I got nervous when I remembered, that I once purchased a doll from this person, which meant that they had my address at one point, which meant if they didn't like what I was saying, they could like, maybe dig it up and dox me? Or at least threaten to and I'd have cause to panic over it being like, legit or not? And I tried to brush it from my mind like nuh nuh they're cool they're cool... They're not on *that* level of Anti...

So then I just tried to check and refresh the comments to see any more overt ship bashing was taking place and of course, I just immediately find this:

So then I do this little blackout thingy for the usernames so that none of this can get back to youtube, and I go to screencap my comment so I can at least post it here in a vent, but I lost my comment trying to get the screen cap thingy to work and accidently clicking the youtube refresh button... 😔

... I just...I hate having such a lil' ghost face moment right now, but just like... I hate you legit fake horror fan Monster High collectors who can't appreciate horror having romantic subtext when that's the entire point yet you keep hoarding all the dolls anyway, I hate you little faggity boys with broccoli haircuts and split dyes who pressure girls into sending you nudes and the retired Mommy Vloggers who enable you, I find you extremely annoying XCanadensis, I hate you for your extremely annoying editing and intros zombiexcorn, I like you Lookin' Bratz but I hate your bratzline podcast cohost for fully admitting to doing a binge watch of all the Harry Potter movies in the franchise for "the first time ever" in fuckin' 2024 with absolutely no disclaimers or acknowledgment of the elephant in the room there and thinking that was a good idea to disclose something as quite frankly as disgusting as that and ruining what could've been a nice gothic doll chat for me and putting sour taste in my mouth about listening to the rest of your podcast...

And I especially hate that one dude with the ugly live action beauty and the beast dolls with the pink hair and the bowl cut and the glasses who for some reason keeps insisting every time she's brought up that Ghoulia Yelps can't be disabled/autistic because she's supposed to have some type of racial coding...

They're HEADCANONS!

They're PIECES OF PLASTIC!

GROW UP! 💀

(I love you weirdo OOAK Doll Artists, you're the only Real Ones left! ❤🫶)

[rainthespiritual]

Tate Langdon head canons because im actually in love with him 🙂

disclaimer in my delusional mind he isn't a rapist or a killer he's just a broken boy so plz let me STAY delusional ty

He would never admit it but he I just know he loves reality tv... like hed act all cool and say some stupid shit like "only sheep watch that 🙄"

BUT IK DAMNNNNNNNNNNNN WELL HES SITTING ON HIS PHONE GIGGLING KICKING HIS FEET WATCHING LOVE IS BLIND! ik damn well

Kardashian show? HE FUCKING LOVES IT he just loves all the drama no matter how fake it is and honestly same..

I feel like he would knit like ... he's a ghost with like nothing to do I could see him knitting or crocheting to pass time if he could like get those things?

also he wears alot of sweaters, imagine him making his own sweater and SHOWING IT TO YOU he'd be so proud 👏

"Hey.. y/n do you like my sweater?.."😌

"yeah why?"😗

"Cuz I fucking MADE IT! isn't it so cool it took me like 3 months : ) !" 😣😣😣😣

he'd totally make you little stuffed animals and just leave them on your pillow occasionally out of love little bears and bunnies nd shit

so cute ♡

He'd help you cook just to be near you, asking about all the steps and ingredients

"hey y/n, what's a leek again?"

"is this lettuce or a cabbage?"

"how do I make a roux again, do I use flour?"

"fold it? how the hell do I fold batter..."

"is it boiling yet?... ?

"what about now?"

"are you sure it looks hot..."

cutest sous chief ever 😍 💕

he'd try to make you a cake on your birthday or on valentines day nd he'd get all embarrassed cuz its not as good as the videos

"I know its not perfect but I tried, I hope you like it."

"is it good?"

he'd boop icing on your nose then lick it off 🤭

he 100% wants you guys to feed fruit too each other he thinks it's romantic

SEND HEAD CANON OR FIC REQUESTS TO ME AND ILL DO IT!! I have a pinned post about it: )

[writtenbymisunderstoodnerds]

For you, I would do anything (Kelley O'Hara x Reader)

Little valentines fic for you all :) First time writing for Kelley! Hope you enjoy

Words: 2.2K

Over the years I had noticed Kelley getting less and less excited about valentines day. When we first started dating 5 years ago, she was super excited about it and I had to break it to her that I didn't actually celebrate valentines day. I despised it. Why did I need one day to spoil her when I did it constantly throughout the year. She was understandably disappointed and I hated it so we had compromised on doing something small. For the first 2 years of our relationship we were never together on valentines day so I got away with sending her flowers and a nice letter. The 2 years after that I just cooked her dinner and got her flowers or a necklace or something similar. I always felt a little bit guilty though because I knew she loved it. Deep down I was worried that Kelley would start to resent me for not liking it, for not celebrating it the way she wanted to. 

As we walked around town, looking around shops that were all decorated for valentines day, I noticed how Kelley would frown briefly before covering it up. I promised myself then that I was going to spoil the shit out of her this year. I had just opened my own Auto body and mechanical shop so I didn't have a lot of money these days. Ever since I was a kid, I would spend hours working on cars with my dad. Ranging from fixing them to body work. I fell in love with it and worked for years to be able to open a shop that incorporated both aspects. Despite that, I was determined to spoil her.

Kelley was going away for the week leading up to valentines day and wasn't coming back until the 15th. It gave me plenty of time to put my plan into action. I had been planning on proposing to her for a while now, but I couldn't afford to get her the ring she deserves yet. I knew I could probably get her a cheap $50 one and she wouldn't care, but Kelley deserved better. I had seen a couple of videos where people had made their own rings out of hex nuts or by welding them from scratch. It didn't look too hard so I thought about maybe doing that instead. I just hoped it would be good enough for her. 

I tried to enjoy the time with Kelley before she went away, but my mind was working over time trying to plan how to make this the best valentines day. Kelley stopped suddenly, pulling me back with our joined hands and pecking my lips quickly. "You okay baby?"

"I'm fine, why?"

"You just seem quieter than usual."

"It's just been a long couple of days and you're leaving me."

Kelley laughed, pecking my lips, "I know it's hard work, but I'm so proud of you, you're doing amazing. I'm only gone for a week. It'll fly by."

"Let's get out of here, you need to finish packing and I need cuddles before you leave."

Kelley went straight to packing when we got home while I got lost in research about making rings out of a hex nuts. I wanted to get it right so if that meant watching countless videos and spending hours making it then that's what I would do. I don't know how long had passed when Kelley closed my laptop, moving it to the coffee table. She was only wearing underwear and one of my t-shirts, "You've been longer then 10 minutes."

"Sorry baby, I got caught up. Are you all packed?"

She straddled my lap, pecking my lips, "You work too hard. I'm all done."

"I know, I'm sorry."

"Don't apologise for working hard on something you love. Is it cuddle time?"

My hands ran up her thighs as I placed light kisses along her jaw, a quite moan slipping from her lips, "I have a better idea." 

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I always hated when Kelley was gone, but this time I was at least a bit glad about it. It meant I didn't have to sneak around or make excuses for staying out late while I planned the perfect valentines day. I still didn't understand it or even like it, but for Kelley I was willing to do anything. 

For the next week I spent most of my time at my shop working on the ring as well as a welded flower made from different types of nuts. She had seen a video where someone had made something similar and joked that if I made her one then she would love me forever. So I decided to actually do it. I also spent most of the week anxious and filled with worry that it wouldn't be enough for her. I wanted to do more, I wanted to spoil her and buy her something amazing that she deserved, but I just couldn't afford it this year. I knew deep down that whatever I did for Kelley, she would love it. She always said that it wasn't about the money, that the important thing was the thought behind it. I tried to keep that in mind. 

It took a lot of work, but I managed to turn the nut into a perfectly round and shiny ring. I didn't want it to just be plain so with the help of one of my friends I got a feather engraved on the top and 'You swept me off my feet' engraved inside. The feather represented how we first met. Kelley and I had met when she crashed into me with her bike while trying to avoid a bird on the path. I ended up with a fractured wrist and nasty cut on my forehead. Despite that, I still found her oddly charming and very attractive. So when she asked me to dinner as an apology, I accepted. It was the best decision I'd ever made. Even if she always jokes that she swept me off my feet the second we met. That was the reason for the engraving inside. 

Kelley was due to land in just over an hour and I was rushing around getting everything set up before I had to go pick her up. I had spread LED candles and flowers across the room, set the table with a heart patterned table cloth, some real candles and a heart shaped box of chocolates. I had prepared her favourite food and some chocolate covered strawberries. Once everything was set up, I rushed out to pick her up. The hardest part was not to telling her about it when she asked how my week was. I normally told Kelley everything. It was easier not to when she wasn't here in person, when I didn't feel her hand in mine or lips on mine. It was hard, but I managed to change the topic to stop myself from spilling everything. 

The plan was to have Kelley go in first, which wouldn't work if she managed to get her bags like she was about to. I quickly ran around the car, taking the bags from her hands, much to Kelley's confusion, "I got your bags."

"I ca-"

"I know you can get them yourself, doesn't mean I'm going to let you. Now open the door."

Kelley gasped, freezing in place when she made it inside. After a few seconds, she turned to face me, eyes glistening with unshed tears. I wrapped my arm around her waist, pulling her into me and kissing her temple, "Happy valentines day my love."

"Y-you did this?"

"Unless you have a secret girlfriend I don't know about, yes it was me."

Kelley laughed, kissing me softly before she turned serious, "I love this. You didn't have to do it though. I know you don't like valentines day."

"You're right, I don't really like the day, but you do Kel. I've watched you become less excited about it over the years and I hated it. I'm not going to let you lose your love for valentines day because of me. You deserve to be spoilt, you deserve to be showered with love from your girlfriend on a day you love. Seeing the way you lit up is well worth celebrating a day I don't like so get used to it."

"I love you, I love that you did this for me, but it's not fair to make you do something you don't like."

"And it's not fair to not do something you love. You're not making me do anything. Seeing you happy is all that matters to me Kel and if this does that then I'm going to do it."

She sighed, knowing I wasn't going to back down, "Why don't we compromise? Next year we just stick to what we have been doing and the year after we go all out. Then just keep to that rotation. That way we both get what we want."

"You're okay with that?"

"I am. Relationships are about compromise. I'm just looking forward to the day I get to spoil the shit out of you. I didn't get you anything this year though, I'm sorry." 

"Don't be, I don't need anything. Valentines is for me to spoil you, the one who actually likes it. Speaking of, can you stop arguing with me so we can get back to me spoiling you?"

I stepped away from Kelley, holding my arm out for her and guiding her to the table. I pulled her seat out, waiting for her to sit down before putting dinner on to finish cooking and lighting the candles. Kelley had a small smile as she watched me move around. Her eyes were almost sparkling with the happiness and love that filled them. It made me want to get down on one knee right then and there, but I had a plan that I wanted to stick to. Instead we talked about anything we could think of while joking and laughing. Even after being together for 5 years, we never ran out of things to talk about. Talking to her was easy, being with her was easy. We fought occasionally, ran into rough patches especially over how much Kelley was gone, but together we made it work. I couldn't wait to marry her, to spend the rest of my life with her by my side through whatever life threw at us. 

We had just finished dinner when Kelley squeezed my hand bringing me out of my thoughts, "What's on your mind baby?"

"Nothing, I'm just thinking about how much I love you."

"I love you too Y/n/n. Thank you for dinner, it was amazing."

I kissed the back of her hand, "You're welcome my love. There's chocolate covered strawberries as well."

Kelley laughed, reaching over the table to kiss me gently, "You really did every cliché valentines thing there is and I love it. The strawberries might have to wait because I'm stuffed."

"I know, that's why I did it. In that case, I have something for you."

I handed Kelley the wrapped flower. She unwrapped it slowly, wide smile appearing as she saw what it was. I felt myself relax slightly seeing her smile while I tried not to freak out about what comes next. "You actually made me one? This is awesome baby."

I pulled the black box out of my pocket, keeping it hidden as I moved to stand in front of her, "You said if I made you one then you would love me forever, so I did. I may have gone one step extra and made you a ring hoping that still stands." I opened the box, sinking down on one knee as Kelley covered her mouth, eyes sparkling with tears for the second time today, "Hoping that you'll let me love you, support you, protect you, make you laugh and smile for the rest of our lives, hoping you'll say yes when I ask if you'll marry me. So Kelley O'Hara, will you be by my side for the rest of our lives? Will you make me the happiest woman alive and marry me?"

"Yes, yes Y/n of course I will," Kelley pulled me up, wrapping her arms around me tightly as tears fell against my neck, "I love you so much."

My own tears made their way down my cheeks as I connected our lips then pulled away slightly, "I love you Kel. Can I put this on you now?"

Kelley connected our lips in a lingering kiss before holding her hand out. I slipped the perfectly sized ring on her finger, nerves skyrocketing as she examined it, "Did you say you made this?"

"Um yeah. I couldn't afford the nice ring you deserve so I made one. It's nothing special and I'll get you a-"

"Baby I love it. I love it so much. This means more to me than any fancy, expensive ring you could have gotten. I don't want a different one. I love this because you made it and that's more important then how much this costs. You engraved it with a feather?"

"Riley did it for me. I figure it represents how we first met. It's engraved inside as well."

Kelley slipped the ring off, laughing as she read what it said, "How the hell did I get lucky enough to get to marry you? I love you so fucking much Y/n. I can't wait to marry you."

[lady-de-mon-coeur]

Lady in red

Chapter 5. You're loved, you're needed

AO3

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Summary: Adrien continues his investigation and gets a self-esteem boost.

A/N: Took me forever to finish this chapter. I hope you are still there and enjoy reading.

After making sure Plagg was peacefully snoring on his tiny cat pillow, Adrien pulled out the crumpled piece of paper he still carried around in his pocket.

He unfolded it and skimmed the list he's been compiling for a couple of weeks now, adding new stuff to it every now and then.

Some of this stuff happened recently; some was from months ago, now having acquired a whole new meaning for Adrien's restless brain.

8. Marinette talking to her purse right after entering the elevator at the Montparnasse Tower. Then she acted in an extremely weird way, asking someone via phone to send help. Rena Rouge came to our rescue shortly after.

(Adrien didn't know how to feel about this. It might be just Marinette being Marinette.)

9. Ladybug confirmed that the Valentine card was sent by her. Besides, it has to come from someone who goes to my school, since it was written in the form of a response to the poem I wrote but ended up throwing in the trash bin.

(He smirked and put a red exclamation mark next to this point.).

10. Ladybug was absent the other day, having sent another ladybug miraculous holder in place of her. I found out that Marinette had left for London the same day.

(That was the most suspicious point on his list; there was no denying it. He couldn’t help but notice the growing complicity between Marinette and Alya. They had always been thick as thieves, but recently their friendship acquired a whole new level of intimacy. They constantly discussed something with each other in hushed voices, not letting others be part of the conversation.)

11. Ladybug told me the other day that she dreamt of becoming a knitting fairy as a child.

(He knew this one was too far-fetched, but Adrien couldn’t bring himself to cross it out. Something was telling him that being a knitting fairy was such a Marinette-ish thing to dream of, with her passion for crafting all sorts of hand-made things. He smiled to himself as he imagined Marinette with a pair of transparent fairy wings, dressed in a home-knit dress.).

12. Marinette’s whole family was akumatized recently, and Ladybug let it slip that the akuma must have been at home (at Dupain-Cheng's, as she immediately corrected herself).

(He added this point a few days ago. Not too much of a giveaway, but still suspicious enough.).

Adrien sighed and shoved the list back in his pocket.

It was still too soon to jump to conclusions.

Besides, obsessively documenting every fact that (for the most part indirectly) somewhat confirmed his theory started consuming too much of his mental energy.

During patrols and akuma attacks, he found himself more and more often observing Ladybug instead of focusing on the job. It needed to stop.

After all, didn't he say to himself the day of their first mission that whoever she was behind the mask, he loved that girl?

And now she needed him like never before.

There were also things he didn't come around to writing down, but he always kept them in mind anyway.

Ladybug being such a kind and supportive person, just like Marinette was.

Marinette being brave and passionate, just like his lady.

Marinette telling him he looked pretty in the Project Oxygen ad. No, he didn't mishear. She actually said that. His face still flushed at the thought that Marinette found him pretty.

The way his heart fluttered as he watched Marinette wave her hands and overall act so goofily while talking to her friends. He could barely resist the tenderness that threatened to consume him.

You need to be honest with yourself, Adrien. Why do you so desperately need Marinette to be Ladybug?

Adrien thought he already knew the answer, but he couldn’t bring himself to admit it, not even to himself. Not yet.

===

"You need to get your head out of the clouds, Marinette," said Tikki in her usual high-pitched voice, knowing fully well that her words were most likely destined to fall on deaf ears. "It's not a secret that you're prone to letting your guard down when you're with Adrien."

"I need to stay focused only when it's an akuma attack. He's my boyfriend, after all. Why can't a girl indulge herself in being honest with her boyfriend?" whined Marinette.

"Because to him, you're not just some random girl he's never met in his everyday life. You're his classmate, for God's sake! You can do or say something that might give away your identity if you're not careful enough."

"Ugh, stop it, Tikki!" said Marinette with a big yawn. “Gosh, there are tons of girls like me in Paris. Who would suspect Marinette, a normal girl with a normal life?”

Tikki sighed. It was harder than she thought. She couldn't just tell her wielder that an extremely panicked Plagg pulled her aside today at school and that according to him (as he revealed to her in very incoherent sentences), his wielder was already highly suspicious of Ladybug's identity.

All she could do was pray for Adrien to drop this investigation.

She watched in silent resignation Marinette put aside her school belongings and get ready for bed.

===

Adrien, mon amour. You deserve your girlfriend to trust you. You deserve unconditional love. And that's what I'm going to give you. I want to give my whole self to you, Ladybug was talking to herself as she headed to her boyfriend’s house.

She found Adrien sitting at his computer, browsing the Ladyblog's main page.

He turned around upon hearing her arrive, a warm, genuine smile lighting up his face.

Ladybug threw her arms around his neck, burying her nose into the crook of his neck.

"I missed you, Adrien," she said, and she really meant it. Although she saw him today at school, she couldn't just come up to him and kiss him senseless, no matter how much she wanted to.

No, Tikki doesn't understand that feeling. The pining. The longing. The yearning. The urge to cherish your loved one and treasure every moment together. Kwamis never fall in love, so there was nothing Marinette could do.

"I've been reading your interview on the Ladyblog", he said softly, drawing circles on her palm with his thumb. Ladybug loved those small acts of love of his. They had such a soothing effect on her.

"Really? What do you think?"

"You do so much for Paris, sacrificing your time and energy. I think you could use some friendly support, Ladybug", said Adrien, looking at her with such admiration that her heart skipped a bit.

"So do you," she said, smoothing Adrien's hair lovingly. "You deserve the world, Adrien. You give your whole self to the people around you. You should get just as much love in return."

"Nice try, Ladybug, but my father would disagree with you. He thinks I'm a failure. I have always thought I was unlovable. How can you love me when I'm such a loser?"

"Why would you think something like that about yourself?" gasped Ladybug.

Adrien shrugged.

"Maybe because it's true. Whatever I do is not enough to make my father so much as to have breakfast with me. Whatever I do to make people around me love me and need me, they end up brushing me aside, forgetting about my very existence. I try to be funny, but my jokes end up being humiliating. One of my friends called me out for being a people-pleaser. But I've never known how not to be one since I'm such a waste of space."

Ladybug didn't interrupt him. She watched him with her eyes as wide as saucers while he was speaking.

Up until now, she had seen just glimpses of how Adrien felt about himself. What he was telling her now was a shocking revelation. She was beating herself up for failing to see how low self-esteem this boy, so happy on the outside, seemed to have.

When he finally stopped, his gaze scrutinising the toes of his sneakers, Ladybug surprised him by squeezing him in a bone-crushing hug.

"Mon Adrien," she whispered in his ear. "Mon amour, I promise you, I'm begging you to believe that you're absolutely not a waste of space. You're the kindest boy I've ever met in my life. You have a heart of gold. You're needed. You're loved. I promise you this. Do you believe me?”

He nodded hesitantly and buried his face in her hair, clutching at her for dear life.

===

Adrien didn't know why he was telling her all of this, but he couldn’t bring himself to stop. He felt that he must get it all off his chest. He still cringed internally for showing his vulnerability, but for nothing in the world would he take it back.

After Ladybug was gone, he tried to collect himself.

His lady was truly amazing. He was the luckiest guy to have such a fantastic person in his life. A person who came to his rescue just in time to save him from spiralling when he happened to be at his lowest, despite having been traumatised herself.

He didn't want to let go of her. She felt like home.

There was this warm comfort feeling radiating from her, which made him feel safe and cared for when it all came crashing down around him.

No need to be performative. No need to earn love.

If he only knew who she was. He would spend every waking moment by her side, thriving on her love and support. If she turned out to be Marinette, it'd be everything he could ever wish for.

That's when it hit him. He's been busy searching for insignificant details that proved nothing, while the clue might lurk elsewhere.

It was obvious how much Ladybug loved him. Her love for him was literally tangible.

If Adrien wanted to prove his theory, he should be searching for proof that Marinette was in love with him, too.

But how? It was easier said than done.

Because if Marinette truly was in love with him, she was a good actress. He couldn’t help but applaud her skills in concealing her feelings.

Thus, another dead end?

“Mission impossible,” Adrien murmured under his breath.

“What did you say, kid?” Plagg asked, interrupting his cheese feast—he'd said he needed to eat a great amount of camembert to recover from the sickness caused by all the corny talking he'd been forced to witness.

“Nothing,” Adrien said with a defeated sigh.

===

Except there was a way he might get another proof for his theory.

Another indirect one, of course, but at this point Adrien couldn’t care less, as long as the proof aligned with his theory.

After all, the only direct proof he could ever get would be seeing Ladybug's transformation or detransformation firsthand.

But in order to get this proof, Adrien will have to touch a raw nerve. He prayed inwardly that Luka would forgive him.

===

"May I ask you something?” Adrien asked after having cleared his throat nervously. “Why did you and Marinette break up?"

It was another run-of-the-mill Kitty Section rehearsal, Adrien playing keyboards as a special guest star, and he used a short break to have a word with Luka in the cabin.

The way Luka stiffened at the question didn't escape his attention. He even eyed Adrien for a moment, as if pondering how much he could reveal.

"We… uhm… didn't get to spend much time together… She was always too busy." He said eventually.

"I was just surprised when I heard the news." Adrien explained in an apologetic tone. "I thought you two made such a wholesome couple."

"Maybe we did, but anyway, we weren't meant to last long, since the love I had for Marinette was always one-sided."

Despite having other things on his mind, Adrien couldn’t help but feel bad for Luka.

"Sorry, I didn’t mean to get too personal." Adrien mumbled, his face flushing. He hated himself for his forced indiscretion. "It's just that you both mean so much to me, and I'd hate to see you miserable.".

"Don't you worry about me," Luka, usually very nice, suddenly said rather dryly. I'll be fine, and so will Marinette."

Luka gave him a short nod as he walked by towards the exit.

Adrien mentally gave himself a slap on the face. Did he go too far with his questions? He'll have to apologize to Luka. He didn't even learn anything new.

Wait, what did he say? His feelings for Marinette were one-sided? Does this mean what I think it means?

"Well, well, well, someone's jealous," a familiar saccharine voice said, interrupting Adrien's train of thought.

"How did you get here, Lila?" Adrien asked without even trying to conceal his annoyance.

"I told Rose the other day that I was a huge fan of Kitty Section, and she was so sweet that she granted me permission to attend their next rehearsal." Lila answered in her usual undisturbed tone, taking a seat next to him. "I hope you don't mind that I overheard your conversation with Luka. You're so lucky to have me, because I can provide some more information about the subject you're interested in."

"If you came here to badmouth Marinette, don't waste your time; I'm not buying your lies." Adrien said harshly.

"I'm not going to badmouth anyone; I just want to avert another heartbreak. Oh la la, poor Luka. Marinette broke his heart in such a cruel way. She was constantly absent from their dates, leaving Luka all alone for hours and then finding the lamest excuses imaginable. But the most heinous thing about their relationship was that the poor guitar boy had always been her second choice. Marinette was in love with someone else."

"Was she? In love with whom?" Adrien found himself asking. He mentally gave himself another slap on the face, but it was too late.

"Ask Marinette if you really want to know," Lila answered in a sing-song voice, a wicked grin on her face. "It's not my secret to tell. I just want you to know that Marinette is not good girlfriend material. If you want a perfect date, it's right here next to you."

Adrien stood up abruptly and turned his back to her in disgust. Lila's poisonous talk ruined his mood entirely.

However, her words somehow planted a seed of doubt in his head. Because, as infuriating as they were, some of them fitted perfectly with his theory, as if they were tailored specifically for the puzzle Adrien tried so desperately to put together.

===

The next day was tough for Adrien. He couldn’t make it when another akuma attack occurred due to a press conference his father had obligated Adrien to cover for him at.

“Maybe Ladybug doesn't need Chat Noir all that much,” he said to himself, watching magical ladybugs swarms do their usual job of getting Paris back to normal. “She seems to be doing perfectly fine with all the other heroes having her back.”

He was getting home a little bitter, thinking about everything Ladybug told him the other day, when his self-esteem dropped, as it did every once in a while. About needing him and wanting him around.

Was it all a lie? Or was the traumatic experience she'd mentioned at fault for leaving him behind?

Did she really need him, as Adrien or Chat Noir?

===

She probably did, though. Why else would there be 14 missed calls and several voice messages from her on his catphone, telling him to meet her at the top of the Eiffel Tower?

However, the poor cat didn't know whether he should be looking forward to meeting her. Chances are that his today's absence was the last straw, and now Ladybug was going to take his miraculous away.

And if so… what then?

Okay, calm down, matou. It's too soon to panic. Perhaps everything will turn out just fine.

He gulped painfully, but a lump blocking his throat didn't go away.

===

He found her standing with her back turned to him, leaning on the railing. No matter how hard Chat Noir tried to read her body's language, he couldn’t decipher whether she was angry or just stargazing.

His heart made it all the way up and was now thumping in his throat. Sucking in a deep breath, he meowed softly to let her know he was there.

He started making lame excuses, trying to explain his absence earlier that day without revealing too much personal information, but Ladybug interrupted him.

“I've been thinking about it a lot lately, Chaton, and now I think you were right, after all,” she started, still not looking at him.

Chat Noir looked at her, puzzled, not sure what she was getting at with all of this.

His ignorance didn't last long, though. Ladybug turned abruptly, and he found himself face to face with her. Her eyes were full of determination.

“We should reveal our secret identities to each other.”

[elvenbeard]

Then and now - shippy edition! 💜

Enabled and inspired by @pinkyjulien @humberg @arcandoria @breezypunk @kharonion and everyone else who's done something similar XD My little VP and modding journey featuring Vince and Kerry over the last few months!

So, I figure, most of you can relate to my disappointment when I realized at the end of my first playthrough that there's so little interaction possible with the main NPCs outside of their respective questlines. The text messages your LI sends you are adorable, yes. Being able to sleep in their bed and then waking up next to them? A+ game design, 100/100, every game with romances needs this. But where is my option to hug, kiss, spend time with Kerry? Rude!!

Still though, I was undeterred to create some shots for my new favourite blorbos with my vanilla game (I had never heard of AMM then (or at least was too chickenshit still to install it)).

2023/Feb/06

Behold, my first attempts at creating something shippy (and I do still like these a lot) - title: Kerry meets Nibbles.

The idea behind this is probably kinda self-explainatory XD I had these as desktop background for so long, it feels so nostalgic to look back at them now. I think I have some slightly edited versions somewhere but cannot find them for the life of me, but there's no big difference really, just some slight colour/contrast editing.

I was always a bit bummed out by the fact that Kerry's default outfit for idling at the villa is the one with sunglasses on (while over the progression of his questline he wears it less and less as he gets to know V better, as if he is letting his guard down). But oh well! Also yes, that was and still is my favourite photomode pose for V really, because it is very versatile:

But that's... really it when it comes to opportunities for shippy moments outside of the quests.

2023/Feb/09

I was yearning for more!! As you can see, these are only 3 days apart. I had done some research and learned about the "[NPC] Interactions Enhanced" mods that I highly recommend for the options to kiss and hug your LIs alone :3 And! More shippy shot opportunities, because Kerry will finally be somewhere else in his huge-ass villa besides the sofa or the bed, and take off those beloathed sunglasses:

Hhhh.... I can't tell you how happy I was about this shot. I remember yelling to my friends on Discord about it half in tears (none of them really knowing much about the game yet apart from my occasional screaming about all the angst and plot twists). I think I described it as "Vince finally feeling some actual, real happiness, daring to imagine a future", just content and relaxed, having a late night talk with Kerry. I still like it a lot, and because of the mod enabling me to take this pic I still low-key wanna look into quest-modding some day and see if I can make something in a "romance-enhanced" direction. The "Kerry calls V and wants help with cleaning up the villa" quest we all deserve xD

2023/Feb/12

Another couple of days later, and with one toe dipped into modding now, I finally installed AMM (I think, since this was around Valentine's Day, this must've been when I saw a tutorial by @pinkyjulien on how to pose your blorbos for kissing poses with AMM, and my mind was blown XD). My first attempt to even get anything accomplished was kinda frustrating though (because I wanted to do too much too quickly). In a couple of the other "then and now" posts I saw earlier that the more common approach for getting into AMM used to be "swap your characters with NPCs around the city" and I was like.... "oh, yeah, that would've made things a lot easier" 🤡 Nope, I went right in with spawning them in and trying to squish them together with poses that somewhat matched XD

The following were my first AMM-posed screenshots that worked how I wanted them to, and aösdhfdsaf I am somewhat self-conscious about them still. What is a "look at" feature? What are expressions?

I never shared these publically before but hhhhh... this is it, this is the moment where the brainrot started. They're at Dark Matter, talking about V's childhood in Charter Hill, musing about how it's insane how they both occupied almost the same spaces for such long periods of their lives and only never ran into each other due to their age difference. I'm actually still (slooooowly) working on a little comic with this scene/story as topic, cause it is so essential and important to me (based on a random spontaneous decision I made about V's past before even knowing the Dark Matter existed... right across from V's childhood home asdöasdhfjds. Setting the whole "we were destined for each other" trope I have going on with them so much in stone ;A;). This is one of the shoots I'd also really like to redo with my current VP skills... maybe when I've finished my hand-holding poses, cause yeah... hand holding ;__;

Speaking of which:

2023/Jul/13

Five months later, still stupidly in love with each other, still regularly back at the Dark Matter because the place is so gorgeous and important to them. Kerry's getting some more outfits slowly but surely (even with sunglasses!), I have a much better understanding of AMM and the VP possibilities in general now. These two unlocked completely new ways of creative expression for me that I wouldn't even have dreamed of possessing or wanting to follow. VP has become such an amazing creative outlet, for creating all those little scenes I wish I existed in the base game, or which I'd love for them to have in their future.

Am I crying about fictional pixel men too much? Maybe. But over a short period of time they've become so important to me, and I got to meet so many cool and inspiring people in this community after not really feeling part of or even drawn to creating for a fandom for a long time anymore. Can't wait to update this post some time in the future to see where my and their journey will lead to!

I feel like my progress is kinda slow, and I wish I had more time to dedicate to them and all my creative endeavours, cause they'd deserve it for all the joy they bring me xD But alas... Fingers crossed for more spare time and better time management in my future! Thanks for reading this far and coming to my blorbo talk 💜

[ahelluvahigh]

@demondads asked: your name: Sir Pentious! Romantic or platonic?: Romantic, er, i-if you prefer! A night in or dinner out or an activity?: Hm, well, you seem to be a 'night out on the town' kind of lady. Ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?: Ice cream never fails. What's your perfect date?: Perhaps an opportunity to work together on a project? Would you cook for me?: I don't see why not. Would you let me cook for you?: Of course! Can we make-out?: …yes please. Make out in private or in public?: Private, though I suppose it is ultimately up to you. Do you like to cuddle?: Of course, these coils were made for it! Blankets or no blankets for cuddling?: Blankets never hurt. Couch or bed?: The bed certainly has more space. What are at least 3 hobbies of yours?: Inventing, scheming, er… minion herding? Tell me something about you no else knows: I died in a great war back in 1888! Why do you want to be my valentine?: Because I have the utmost respect for your abilities! What makes you a good Valentine?: What better Valentine than your archrival?

Oh. She totally should have seen this coming.

She sorta did... but she also sorta thought he'd weasel out before he actually submitted anything.

Okay. She can give this a read.

Romantic? Yeah, she figured. And she is a night on the town kind of girl. Clearly more than he can handle but... she could go easy on him. There could be ice cream involved. It's been awhile since she robbed an ice cream truck.

A... project?

Well... she had to admit, that death ray of his was kind of cool. She wouldn't mind seeing how he did that. Maybe they could make a... ray gun. Or something. Or an atom bomb! She hasn't figured out how to make one of those yet, but she bets he has.

Oh... yeah, they're definitely gonna have to swipe some food from somewhere. It's not that Cherri can't cook, it's just that... she's not patient. There's a good chance she'll forget she put something in the oven and not realize it until her kitchen's on fire (smoke alarms are for pussies.) If she couldn't microwave it in the time it took to make a Sinstagram post... she was going to find something else to do.

If it was really demanded, like those times when Angie was sick and needed to eat something, she could make herself settle for that, but most of the time? A pot has maybe two minutes to boil before she's doing something else.

....

Pfft.

Did he really say please to making out?

This fuckin' guy. She's got to throw him a bone. She can... tug him into the back of that ice cream truck once they've robbed it. That's private, right?

Cuddling, though?

Well... they can see where the night goes. Maybe this could end up in bed... if he shows her how to make a weapon of mass destruction.

Holy fuck he's old.

Like. She knew he was old but.

.... She's gotta give the guy credit for staying alive down here for over 100 years.

She whips her phone from her bra and quickly sends one Edgelord Snake a text.

So, when're we doin' this?

[cricketcampbell]

eavesdrop + chauncey paddington montgomery campbell iii!

"You need to come get your son."

(An unusual greeting for a 1 AM FaceTime call, mostly because Cricket and Mack didn't share any actual children together, unless you counted their joint custody over Aiden.)

"What do you mean, who? Your son, Mack."

The camera flipped from the extreme close up on Cricket's face to her view from the safety of her bedroom doorway. It looked about the same as it always did, some varying degree of mess, but with all the lights turned on despite the time of night and her bed hastily unmade from when she'd clearly just thrown herself from it moments before.

She doesn't dare inch closer inside the room, instead making sure that the small brown bear holding a heart perched on the fluffy pink chair at her vanity is in clear line of sight of her camera.

"Stop laughing! I'm like being so fucking serious right now. I swear Chauncey moved."

Chauncey Paddington Montgomery Campbell III (despite only being the first of his name as far as they knew) was a Valentine's Day present from their first and only year of dating, and who unfortunately just happened to share a first name with the murderous imaginary friend from the movie she and Lori had watched just a few hours before.

"Stop, you're so not funny. I already made sure that Sola could see him too." hey quick q can u see the bear in my chair rn? an equally confusing text to have received at 1 AM, she's sure, and yet probably still not their weirdest. "But I'm not even kidding, Mack. He moved! Do you think he's pissed that he's our son but was also, like, our criminally underpaid butler? Like isn't that so kinda fucked up when you think about it?"

And now she was going to get dragged into the Never Ever or murdered in her sleep over it while Mack, who was equally if not more so to blame, got off scot-free.

Fathers.

"Please come get him. Like I seriously don't think I can sleep--" From the corner of her eye, Cricket catches sudden movement from inside the room, and any attempt to remain mindful of her sleeping roommates is rendered useless with her shriek as she darts out of the doorway and further into the hall. "Oh my God, see? Did you see? He--"

Was actually only Caesar. The cat pauses in her doorway completely unbothered, head tilted curiously up at Cricket and her theatrics, unimpressed.

"Stop laughing. That wasn't even funny, Mack! I literally thought I was about to die!" And she still might, though whether that was at the hands of Chauncey or her abruptly awoken roommates remained to be seen. "Just come down here, please. But, like...still stay on the phone with me until you're at the door, obviously."

She wasn't taking any chances.

@mackmontgomery

send me “eavesdrop” and my muse will describe your muse like they’re talking to a third party.

[chishiyasbiscuits]

valentine! || tatta x reader xo

[2.7k words.] [Warning: Smut of course. Light praise. This was for Valentine's day. I'm basically Tatta's #1 fangirl at this point🤭 Niragi's mentioned, and that's a warning on it's own. He's a dick.]

Time was difficult to track. The months, days, weeks and years were simple movements of the sun and moon. We had no mind, no care for the actual date. No one knew, and actually, it seemed the whole concept had slipped from our crowded minds. Hatter, however, managed to pull up a slightly controversial fact, just moments into the day. That fact being he knew of the time. Hatter, along with Mira, Kuzuryuu and a few others were granted with being one of the first to grace this land. They had kept up to date with the calendar, and today of all days they had managed to spill their knowledge.

"Several months ago, on this very day, I appeared in the midst of this world." Hatter began. His usual tone ridden with a wisdom no human in this room had a care for. I crossed over my arms, and exchanged a knowing glance with Chishiya. He smirked, letting a laugh out through his nostrils.

"According to my knowledge.." The man grinned, raising his arms up and spreading them - Much alike an eagle. He peered over the edge of his sunglasses. Taking in the reactions of his people. "Today is the day of affection!"

Hatter's voice rose in tone and excitement. Perhaps signifying that we should have shown equal interest. Instead, the room fell into a silence. "Is that it." Aguni blinked. His face was deadly serious. "That was your important notice?"

Hatter appeared offended. His jaw dropped and he placed a flat palm against his bare chest. "It is important."

Silence yet again. I couldn't help it - Scoffing out a small chuckle. Hatter raised his head, lifting his brows. Chishiya turned to me, sending me a quick nod before walking toward the exit. His movements a clear indication of his uninterest. Ann followed, arms crossed and chin high. She clicked her tongue as she handled the door.

"Heartless." Hatter shook his head. His hair moved frantically across his shoulders.

I smiled at his expression, copying his action subtly. I then made my own way toward the door. Valentine's day was in no way a top priority for me. The Borderlands made that clear. I had no intention of celebrating the holiday, though with it in mind, my thoughts drifted unknowingly to my boyfriend. Would he know today was the day? Surely not.

"Hey doll." I froze. Groaning lightly beneath my breath. "What do you want, Niragi?" I questioned. A palm landed on my shoulder. Gripping the exposed skin. With force, I was thrown. Spun round, and pushed against a nearby wall. Niragi drew closer. Leaning into me like an animal, sniffing out it's prey. "You know what day it is." He flashed me a nauseating grin. His eyes, narrowed, stripped me with every glance they took at my body.

"No way in hell are you going to be my Valentine." My mouth parted to let a laugh slip. My lips rose into a smirk. Niragi scowled, his grip tightening. I could feel his fingertips almost breaking my skin. "I never gave you a choice." He spat. His face contorting into an off-putting, sadistic leer. "You're mine for today."

The words were enough to bring my stomach acid to my throat. I barely gagged. Glaring at his antics, as his opposite hand stroked my waist. "Tatta doesn't deserve such a beauty like you.." Niragi whispered, staring at my lips in content. "Shut up." I scowled, thrashing in his grip.

"I should be the one kissing you." His breaths became ragged. More distorted, and his sentences spiralled from his lips. Almost in distress. "Fucking you every night." A deep growl arose from his chest and I whimpered out a faint "Please.." before his lips came crashing down against mine.

It was a moment. A moment too long, and then he pulled back. Leaning into my neck, so he could lick a stripe up my pulsing throat. In this moment, over his dark, slicked back hair, I noticed a figure. Him. I witnessed the betrayal in his eyes and my heart cracked. It clenched desperately as he shook his head and slunk off behind a corridor wall.

"Get the fuck away from me!" I screeched. The anger bubbled beneath my skin, and I slammed my knee up into his groin. Niragi cried out, glaring at me as I ran toward my love.

I sprinted down the desolate halls until people began crowding them. I stopped, walking slowly, and tossing my head to each side. Scanning the groups in hope I'd find his face. I'd fucked up, though it was in no way my fault. Frustration reached my features and I raised an arm, using the back of my hand to wipe the ghost of a kiss from my lips.

It was no use. I spun on my heel and headed to my room. Stepping lethargically until I reached my bed. I sighed and brought my hands up, slipping my bikini straps down. Letting them trail down my skin, and land against my inner bicep.

All thoughts were washed without a trace, as his voice met the back of my mind. Lighting my eyes and bringing a new sense of comfort, as well as regret to my expression.

"Tatta?" I turned, eyes growing as he stood above me. He tilted his chin. That same look of betrayal flinching across the grimace on his lips. I furrowed my brows. "I'm sorry, it's not what it looked like.."

I was desperate.

"Do you like him?" Tatta spoke calmly. His voice slightly cracking under the pressure of his emotions. His eyes wandered across my face, searching for truth. "Did you want the kiss?"

"No, no." I shook my head frantically, blinking back the disbelief. I lifted a hand and placed it on his jaw. Gently running my thumb across his damp skin. He had been crying..

"I only like you, I only want you." I breathed out, chest heaving. My head tilted upwards and I brushed my lips against his. "There's no need to ever be jealous. You're all I want." I whispered against them.

He tensed, and I felt a soft shiver run up his spine as he shook against my grip. "I..I wasn't jealous. It's just.." He hesitated, eyes wide. That hint of sorrow still swirling beneath his iris. He swallowed dryly, averting his gaze by dropping it to his feet. "You're mine."

I paused. The anger, the frustration, the sorrow. They melted away, and an overpowering desire replaced them. Not even lust, but something else. An ache for his feeling. A longing for his touch - For his love. I softly lifted my fingers, folding them behind his neck and pushing his head toward mine. I could feel the anticipation rising around us. Through the way my breath sped up, and through the way he gazed at me longingly, waiting patiently for my body to be once again tangled with his. "I am yours." I made clear, gasping out and harshly pushing myself forward. I was trapped by his chest, and I adored it. Positioning his head as I parted his soft lips with my tongue.

He kissed back. Sparking up my insides with the way he flicked his tongue against mine, and how his palms rested easily against the flesh of my hips. As if he were meant to be holding me there.

It wasn't often Tatta appeared less like a submissive lover. It was a rare case, only ignited by perhaps jealousy or a feeling alike the latter. The boy felt my body with such care. Brushing my lower lip with his as he guided me to the bed. He pulled back, and he flashed me a smile. Short yet reassuring. He was still shy. As shown by the way he cautiously tugged at my bikini. Raising his gaze, and making sure he had the Okay with every touch he gave. His eyes glazed over mine as his fingers hooked beneath the fabric of my lower half. He questioned with his expression and I lowered my head in a nod. Suppressing a giggle with my palm.

He smiled in satisfaction, eyes already sparkling as he slowly removed the material. I was naked now, and he had seen the sight a fair few times. However, he acted as if he had never seen my bare features before. Widening his eyes in awe and parting his lips, as if he wished to say something, but the words were caught in his throat. "You're so hot.." He muttered, eyes frantically inspecting each part of me. "I got lucky." He then spoke, lifting his head so I could be met with his dorky grin.

"I'm the lucky one.." I whispered, sitting my upper half up and pressing my hands against his waist. My fingers gripped the waistband of his shorts. "Any girl would die for a dick like yours."

Tatta's skin erupted into an array of pink colours. Fuchsia decorated his cheeks as he stuttered out incoherent words. Turning his head in an attempt to cover his flusterment. I smirked at his reaction. I had always loved how well he reacted to praise. His embarrassment was adorable in a way I couldn't comprehend, yet I knew I loved to see his face red, and his mouth agape.

"Fuck Y/n.." He whispered, almost in disbelief, as his eyes began to brace my form. He stood before me, watching through his lashes as I pulled away his confines. Revealing his cock - hard and already dripping with arousal. He swallowed, moving his lip between his teeth. "You're so pretty.." I murmured. In this moment I felt fortunate to have him. I admired him. Every aspect of the boy brought me joy and wonderment. He really was the most attractive being out there. No other person, not even Niragi could deter that belief.

As my thoughts drifted to his beauty I lifted a finger from the base and up his shaft. It grazed his tip and he whimpered. Watching with half-lidded eyes as I brushed away his pre-cum, and placed the digit between my lips, sucking the skin clean. He grew harder at the sight. "Tatta, I want you inside of me." I stated firmly, blinking up at him as he twitched within my grasp. I handled his cock, dipping my hand up, and down. Running my fingers over his veins, easing out soft moans from his delicate lips.

"Please Y/n.." Tatta cried lightly. His head fell back as I moved my arm. His chest staggered and I watched as his dick twitched against my fingers. His breathy moans grew louder and just as he was about to cum I removed my palm. He whined. "No fair." He said before he lingered his gaze on my lips. "Please let me fuck you."

My eyes widened. The pink that would usually be present on Tatta now reached my cheeks. Lighting up my face with a clear sense of shock. "Uh." I paused, genuinely surprised at his straightforward approach. "Yes, yes. Please.." I found myself begging and he presented me a delighted smile.

"I want everyone to know that you're mine." He whispered, leaning forward and taking my thighs in his hands. His fingers gripped the flesh, and he gave them a gentle squeeze before dragging me closer to his body. I was lay flat on my back, and he was on the bed, now hungrily taking in my position with his gaze. He flicked his eyes to my face, then dropped them down to my neck. He positioned an arm above my head and he lowered himself. Pressing his lips against the skin of my throat. He continued this, leaving small kisses hurriedly across every surface of my body. "I want them to know you're taken." He said between sharp breaths, seconds before dropping down again to capture my chest in a passionate kiss.

"They'll know who did this." He let his hot breath fan out across my stomach. "I don't want to ever lose you." He brushed himself against my inner thigh. He paused. "I want to love you.."

"I want to be the best for you. I want to give you everything." Tatta planted his lips on my lower stomach. Gently letting himself drift to between my legs. My breath hitched as his warm lips came in contact with my clit. "Tatta.." I sighed in arousal.

"I'm such a lucky guy." He smiled, lifting his head. "Please Tatta." I pleaded.

He took in my features. The way my eyes longed for him, and my mouth parted. How my face was already red and sweat had began forming at the corners of my forehead. His dick pulsed and he took it into his hand, watching as I spread my legs eagerly. Just for him. He positioned his cock, entering it slowly. His face melted into a pleasured one as he stretched out my walls. As he was greeted with my tight warmth. I moaned against the back of my hand, back already arching.

He hesitated, waiting for me to adjust before his hips began thrusting into mine. His palms returned to the flesh of my thighs and he handled them as he rutted into me. Gasping out my name as if it were a spell. Chanting it, over, and over.

His dick filled me so well, I refused to believe anyone could have fucked me better. Every movement, every buck of his hips was perfect. Each time his balls slapped against my ass. Every erotic moan that slipped from his wet, shining lips. I would never get bored of this. Seeing his dark hair, messed through his rough action. The strands falling over his glossy, lustful eyes. The muscle in his neck tensing every time I clenched around his dick. Every time I pushed myself forward and allowed his cock to slide further into me.

He was gorgeous. I loved him.

Tatta grunted, teeth now gritting together as his hands tightened around the fat on my thighs. "Could he make you feel as good as I do?" He asked as I moaned, letting my eyes roll back. He thrust harder, sliding his dick in and out of me at a near inhuman speed. I was becoming impressed. Very almost surprised at how rough he was being. "No.." I stumbled over my words. My hands took a bunch of my bedsheet and I gripped it through my fingers. This was pure emotion spurring him on. I just knew the picture of Niragi against me, lips meeting mine, had successfully triggered this side of him.

Sweat dripped down his collarbone, over his shoulders, and down from his temples - Where his dark hair stuck to his skin in a sensually attractive way. He parted his lips, fingers shaking against my body. "I-I won't let him touch you again.." He stuttered, squeezing his eyes shut in a moment of ecstasy. "You're mine!" He cried gently, picking up the pace as he lifted my ass and slammed into me. Catching my g-spot with his tip each and every time.

I moaned his name. Repeatedly letting it drip from my tongue. "I'm yours!" I returned, barely able to speak clear words. "I'm yours Tatta, please!" I screamed his name, watching through my fallen eyelids as he threw his head back. Letting out a sweet cry as his high approached. I tilted my chin and pushed myself back against the duvet. Moaning loudly as I reached my climax. Tatta's hips continued to rut into me, and my walls tightened around his cock. I could feel him inside of me, filling me. Pushing up into my lower stomach. He came inside of me with a final stutter of his hips, chasing after my orgasm, as I spilled onto his dick.

"You're mine.." He breathed out, fingers slipping from my thighs. He fell forwards and caught my lips in his. Kissing me passionately, as our limbs slid against each other in this sensual dance.

"Always." I replied, pulling away from him. Gasping for breath. "Always." He repeated with that signature dorky smile. 

[sunnyie-eve]

15 | Asking...

Series: Valentine Addams | Wednesday

Paring: (Xavier Thorpe x OFC Addams! Tyler Galpin x OFC Addams!)

Word Count: 1518

Warnings: conflicted feelings, arguing about a dance

14. It's Human | 16. Rave'N

Enid and a few girls decided we should all go dress shopping for the dance. They wanted us to wear white to match the theme but there was no way I'd wear a white dress. While I went to look at dresses with the girls, Wednesday whet off to see the sheriff. Barely into the shopping I got bored so I left to go to the Weathervane. 

As I walk in Tyler bumps into me on the way out, "Val." He smiles. 

"Tyler." I smile back. 

"What are you doing in town today?" He asks as we walk outside down the sidewalk. 

"A few girls are dress shopping. I got bored of watching them." I shrug my shoulders. 

"For the Rave'N this weekend. It was all the buzz at the Weathervane today." He says as we come to a stop. 

"Wow, everyone is really obsessed with this dance." I shake my head. 

"So, you're not going?" He asks. 

"Actually, I was forced to ask someone because of Wednesday." I roll my eyes still pissed at her. "

Sure, that happens. Who is it?" He asks eyeing me. 

"Xavier..." I watch his whole face change. 

"Got it. Hope you two have fun." He starts to walk away.

"Why are you upset? I literally said I was forced." I make him turn around. 

"I have a reason to be upset because you keep giving me these signals. I thought we liked each other, but then you pull something like this because you were forced?" He looks at me with so many different emotions. 

"Wednesday put me on the chopping block because he almost caught us snooping around his shit. She made something up on the spot and threw me under the bus she was driving. I didn't want to ask him to the stupid dance. If I was going to ask anyone it would have been you." I start to get frustrated. "I told you Xavier was missing something so that meant I don't like him more than a friend." I run my hands through my hair getting even more frustrated. "I still don't fully know feelings because I'm developing new ones I've never felt before until I met you. You make me feel so many things and it makes me feel like I'm losing my mind." I feel myself wanting to cry which I hated was a thing now when I feel super frustrated. 

Tyler walks up to me and stops right in front of me looking down at me, "You make me feel like I'm losing my mind as well." He takes a hold of one of my hands. 

"I'm sorry." I take my hand back and walk away confused wanting to run to the train station and lay down on the tracks.

-

I just end up walk back to school to clear my mind. "Miss Addams, a gift from your mother has arrived today. I sat it on your bed." Ms. Thornhill smiles at I pass her in the hall. 

"My mother sent me a gift? Thank you." I got to my room to see a box on the bed with a letter on top.

My dear, Valentine. I know the Rave'N will be coming up soon around this time. I have a feeling you'll end up going with a certain person or maybe just a friend. So I've taken the time to find you a perfect dress you would love. I didn't send your sister one because I know she would never go. And if I did send one she would even more think I was trying to change her. Love you my sweet little black rose.

I didn't want to open the box quite yet because I wanted it to be a surprise. I end up calling my mother with the crystal ball to thank her for the dress but I don't want to look at it till the dance. She was happy I was going but I told her Wednesday wasn't going to go which she had a feeling.

"We're going for a walk." Wednesday walks into my room. 

"A walk where?" I eye her. "The woods. Eugene is leading the way." She leaves so I get up from my desk following her. 

We end up at a cave that had the same circle spiral in the rocks. "It's definitely a match. What were you doing out here?" Wednesday asks him. 

"Collecting specimens. This place is ground zero for horny gypsy moths. You think it's in there?" Eugene asks. 

"Only one way to find out." She walks up to it and we go in. We see the floor covered in animal bones. 

"Check this out." Eugene flashes his light on shackles nailed into the wall with scratches marks around it. 

She walks towards something else while I touch the shackles. "Stop! Please leave me alone! Don't come near me! No!" A distorted voice screams getting deeper and their blurry body becomes the monster.

"Valentine, what did you see?" Wednesday looks at me. 

"That's the thing, I couldn't really see or hear. It was blurry but the person who's the monster didn't want to change they were forced by someone." I explain to her as she holds a claw. 

"I need to go back to the shed. I need something to compare this too. You don't look well. Eugene make sure she gets to her room okay." Wednesday leaves us so Eugene helps me.

As I lay in bed after taking something for my head I kept thinking about how there was two people we needed to find. Why would someone force someone into that monster? There was banging at the door making me jump in bed. "What the hell?" I get up walking to the door opening to see Xavier. 

"Did you only ask me to the Rave'N because you and Wednesday think I'm the monster? She heavily believes I'm the monster because of all those things I painted of the monster." He brushes past me coming into the room. 

"I don't think it's you." I tell him truthfully. 

"I don't know if I can believe you." He shakes his head. 

"All I want to know is how did you get the scratches and why paint all those? You're my friend Xavier, you can tell me. I was confused to see all that but I still don't think it's you." I walk away from the door.

"The creature has been haunting my dreams for weeks. I try to block it out but I can't. So I just paint it. The recent one, the claws reached out and took a swipe at me." He sits on my bed. "See that makes sense to me." I take a seat next to him. "You're sister doesn't think so." He messes with his hands. 

"Do you care what she thinks?" I laugh. 

"No, I care what you think." He looks at me. 

"Well, I still don't think it's you. I only will if there's hardcore evidence to support it." I chuckle. 

"You didn't want to ask me to the dance did you? You only did it to cover up you two were in the shed." His eyes scan my face so I nod my head, 

"She cornered me into asking you but I'll still go with a friend if you want me to. If you're upset about the whole thing I get it." I let him know.

"I'm hurt you didn't want to ask me originally but I was going to ask you, so yeah, I still want to go to the dance with you." He smiles. 

"Great, because my mom sent me my dress today but I don't want to see it till I get ready for the dance." I clap my hands and he leans over kissing me making me freeze in place. 

"Can't wait to see you in your dress tomorrow." He leaves my room. 

"I just called you a friend, dude." I wipe my mouth as I was left alone.

-

"Whose your date for the dance?" I ask Enid as we hangout in her room. 

"Lucas." She smiles, "It's to make Ajax jealous." She rolls her eyes. 

"But out of everyone, Lucas?" I give her a look. 

"He approached me to get back at someone too so why not." She shrugs her shoulders. 

"Your dress matches the theme." I say as she shows me her dress. 

"What dress did you end up getting?" She asks me but Wednesday jumps in. 

"She's not going to the dance anymore." She says making me look over at her. 

"Why do you say that?" I ask her. 

"Because Xavier knows the truth that you were forced to ask him." She turns to face me.

"I'm still going with him. And my mother sent me a dress. I still haven't looked at it. I want to be surprised when I put it on tonight." I tell both of them. 

"Why still go with him?" Wednesday asks me. 

"He's a friend still. Have fun doing whatever you and Eugene plan to do." I leave their room to go do whatever in my room.

[bookwyrminspiration]

Hi Quil!

It was awesome to hear from you! I had a few add-ons/clarifications to my last note to you:

By “autistic theatre kid” I actually meant myself! I’ve been wanting to kind of “come out” to you as autistic for a while, but I was overthinking my words and I think my language was a little confusing. But yeah! I’m also autistic!

I’ve actually been listening to some of EPIC: The Musical recently, partially thanks to you! I found it at first a while ago because I had to read The Odyssey for school (it was a fun read, so if you haven’t read it I’d recommend) and I was looking at musical animatics and it came up. And then I was hanging around your blog a few weeks ago and you reblogged a post talking about how the Circe Saga would be coming out for Valentine’s Day, so you actually got me back into it! Some of my favorite songs from it are “The Horse and The Infant”, “Warrior of the Mind”, and “Done For” – what are your favorites?

Also, I love the description of a “hearth”! I had to stop and look that word up but it fits really well. It also reminds me of a book that I’m reading right now that I want to tell you about, but that’s a longer story so I’ll try to remember to tell you later.

Also I had one extra question: Do you know if submissions get sent differently than asks? Every time I send one there’s this message that it’s “awaiting moderator approval”, but I don’t actually know what that’s about so if you know anything about how submissions work vs. asks that would be helpful. 

But yeah! Also I’d love to hear about your day if you’d like to share. I personally had a lower-key day today with a lot of studying because I have a really hard test coming up soon, but it was actually a pretty good day! I also finished this book called Belle of the Ball that has an all-girls love triangle going on and it’s really sweet and pretty!

Enjoy your day!

- Amethyst

~

Hello again, Amethyst!! I’ll go through your points one by one for clarity :)

1. Ah, it’s me who wasn’t clear enough here--I understood what you were saying. Me saying “I also love musicals--though my partner’s the theater kid, not me” was me making a connection to you! You said you were an autistic theater kid who loved musicals, so I went oh! I also love musicals--but am not a theater kid. my partner is though! establishing similarities and distinctions, that kind of thing. but I can 100% see how my wording made that confusing. and woo! autism buddies!

2. HELL YEAH!! I love Epic, it’s like 70% of my current music. I haven’t read the Odyssey myself yet, but I’ve always wanted to get around to it--same with the Iliad. There’s a bunch of famous classics I want to check out, some for genuine interest and some just so I can have context (like the Divine Comedy).

I think my top three songs--at least of what’s released are: Ruthlessness, My Goodbye, and Open Arms. Though I love so many more than that--Wouldn’t You Like, Done For, Warrior of the Mind. Teagan Early just has such a lovely voice.

3. Yeah!! A thing I’ll do, especially when I’m talking to other autistic people, is use atypical words to describe feelings. Feeling like fireworks, or a rusty pipe, or an aching hourglass. Because they’re such specific feelings sometimes, and I can generalize, but it’s not quite right--and I’ve found, at least w/ anecdotal evidence, it’s something other autistic people also do or understand. Also curious to hear more about this book :)

And yes, submissions are a bit different than asks. When you submit a post, it’s submitted to be posted as if I had made it. I add text to respond to you, but usually submissions are posted as they’re received. You’re using it like the askbox--which is totally fine, but a typical submission can be posted without other people knowing it wasn’t me. There is a label in the tags that marks it as a submission, but if people don’t see that (they don’t look, it gets reblogged and people don’t check the og tags), it looks like any other post I’ve made. Which means that I need to approve it for publication, as it’ll look more like it’s coming from my mouth, and I don’t want people putting words in my mouth. 

Asks clearly separate the asker from the answerer, but submissions don’t, so whoever you submit something to (me in this case) is the moderator who has to approve having it on their blog (there are a few blogs whose whole gimmicks are submissions--like one-time-I-dreamt where we know different people are submitting their different dreams, but that’s generally an outlier)

And my day! Right now it’s still fairly early (about 7:30), so I haven’t done much--I’ll have to review a few of my classmates’ short fiction pieces for tomorrow and finalize mine to turn in. But otherwise I’m going to try and take it very slow and easy, since tomorrow is my long day and I haven’t had the most restful weekend. My nana was in town with my 7yo cousin, and they were with my cousin’s friend and her grandma. And we don’t see extended family often so they wanted to visit.

However, my family is...not great with guests. We’re not rude, it’s just really hard on us. It’s a big disruption to our routines, and we’re a very routine oriented family just naturally (sans my dad). And we’re a VERY quiet household, which is interrupted by having even one person over. especially since my dog is very anxious and doesn’t even trust my dad, who he lives with. So four people in our house--especially since this side of my extended family is horrible at giving heads up--two of whom are very energetic children? woof. they came over twice so I. need to recharge a little before tomorrow.

but thank you for the well wishes! i return them back upon you :)