#On an honest note I burst tf out laughing after seeing this ask

[probablyanalienindisguise]

you made a post about it today but i want that bug sona of yours carnally i want it to **** on my **** till **** *** *****

I am them and they are me

[shotorozu]

HI AIDHAIHDHAJD I HOPE YOU’RE DOING WELL RN BUT I SAW THIS POST ON TIKTOK AND- BQKDHQIHAHA ITS SO FUNNY IF IT’S OKAY TO YOU CAN YOU PLEASE DO THAT ONE FOR KAMINARI, BAKUGO AND SHOTO 😭😭

IT’S JUST SO??? BAHAHAHAH THANK YOU THOUGHT ILY🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️

(https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSJRWVY2g/)

giving them boxers with your face on them

(tiktok trend)

character(s) : kaminari denki, bakugou katsuki, todoroki shouto (bnha)

legend : [Y/N = your name] they/them pronouns used, quirk not mentioned

headcanon type : fluff, crack (x reader)

note(s) : PLEASE I BURSTED INTO LAUGHTER WHEN I READ THE TITLE, AND IM NOT EVEN SUPPOSED TO LAUGH THAT MUCH 💀💀

no proof read— wrote this at 12am so,, if there are any mistakes, i’ll fix them later!

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kaminari denki

you saw a tiktok of someone giving their boyfriend a pair of boxers— but it had their face on it. so, you KNEW that you NEEDED to give this to denki.

beforehand, you asked his besties— sero and kirishima, to help you out on this tiktok. because,, if you asked someone else, it would’ve DEFINITELY been questioned (and obviously, they were willing to help)

but let’s be honest, when you told them what exactly you wanted to get done, they bursted into laughter 💀 and it took them 10 minutes to recover

it didn’t take long for you to receive the pair, and you also managed to conceal the pair of boxers with dark packaging. all that’s left is your boyfriend’s arrival

now— you’d think that denki would know about this new trend going around, but surprise! he doesn’t know 🗿

and even if he did know, i feel like he’d be caught off guard anyway— if you saw someone’s face on a piece of underwear, you would be surprised too

when you were setting up your phone (for the tiktok) that was when denki comes in, “hey Y/N! whatchu doing?”

“hi denki, look! i want you to open something i got you— and it’s custom made.” this sparks his interest no pun intended, and he hurries on to open it

and he is NOT DISAPPOINTED

he doesn’t even comment on the fact that your phone is out which he assumed was for tiktok and he bursts into uncontrollable laughter, practically snorting

“PLEEASEE WHY DO YOU HAVE YOUR FACE ON A PAIR OF BOXERS? I WASN’T EXPECTING THIS—” and he really meant that.

after you finished filming the tiktok, denki basically SPRINTED to the bathroom, so that he could wear the boxers 💀 he has to cherish your gifts as soon as he received them, right?

he’ll talk about them once in a while, “remember the time that you gave me those boxers? plEASE it’s still funny.”

the tiktok does incredibly well, and heck— it even came to the point where the tiktok’s sound went viral 💀 gathering 11k videos under that sound

bakugou katsuki

the idea never crossed your mind— and the tiktok didn’t show up on your fyp. but it did show up on kaminari’s fyp

you’d be scared because one, he’d scold you for spending too much money on ‘stupid pair of boxers’ which you worded in katsuki’s words

and two— this is bakugou katsuki 🧍 pranks and trends like these don’t really work on him, and you’re also scared of angering him?? you value NOT dying in the hands of an angry bakugou katsuki, okay?

but i don’t think that should be your concern anyway, the fact that you even managed to tame katsuki— was enough

back to the topic, kaminari basically dared you to give katsuki that because “he’d appreciate anything from his dearest s/o, riiigght?” and he’s not wrong

so, you receive the custom made boxers in the mail (with your face SLAPPED on it’s front) and you make sure to repackage the boxers

so that the wrapping would conceal the boxers’ print— and so that the surprise would be a tad bit more effective.

when you were discreetly setting your phone up for the tiktok, that was also when katsuki came from his daily workout routine

he’s just like 🤨 when he sees you all excited— and when he also sees the package

“what are you all excited about?” he’ll ask after pecking your lips,“idiot?? don’t tell me yo—”

“no, no! it’s for you, this time!” you reassure him, “i promise it’s not anything funny!” too bad katsuki believes you

he walks over, and immediately tears the wrapping— “what the,,” when he opens the package, he is NOT pleased 🧍

“WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?? YOU’RE GIVING ME BOXERS WITH YOUR FACE ON THEM??”

you just laughed out loud, rolling onto the floor in pure laughter— and katsuki can only stare at the boxers in shock, “you’re gonna wear them, right?”

“no, fuck no.” he’s so done with your shit

“aww pleaseee? those were expensive, AND they were custom made.” he’s so disappointed wjdnsjs

“i—” he sighs, “you’re lucky that i love you. i would’ve chucked this.. thing in the trashcan.”

it’s,,, the thought that counts for sure! he’ll probably wear them once in every blue moon though.

kaminari watches the tiktok, and ends up having the biggest field day— on the brighter side! your wallet isn’t that empty anymore.

if you’re curious about the tiktok’s results, it does well— it’s almost scary, considering how the tiktok blew up FAST

todoroki shouto

pleaseeee 💀🖐

now,, shouto would’ve thought that you wanted to gift those boxers to him GENUINELY. like,, sincerely

not like a gag gift, but more like a “oh hey shouto! i saw these boxers while shopping, and i thought these would look great on you.”

and you’d also think that shouto would’ve gotten a lot more used to the social thing— in a way, he has.

but,, boxers with YOUR face on them??? that wasn’t in the run through, tf

you were shopping online for clothes, when you suddenly got the greatest idea to surprise your boyfriend with a pair of boxers—

that had your face on them 💀

you don’t actually mean to tease him, but you’re just really curious on how he’d react to seeing the boxers (and if he’d actually wear them)

you place your phone in a not so obvious area— but it was also high enough to capture his reaction. when you get the boxers, they actually came in black packaging so,, less trouble!

“hey love,” he greets you with a quick kiss on the lips— and he quickly notices the black package that sat right next to you. “what’s that?”

“oh, speaking of which—” you hold out the box, “open it!”

and shouto is like,, hmm.. because you didn’t tell him what exactly the gift was, but either way— anything from you would be worth the suspense im sorry, but you’re just trying your best to hold yourself back

when he opens the package, he’s surprised to see what appears to be shorts, but when he unfolds the pair of ‘shorts’

😯 “is that..” he’s at a loss for worrd, completely BAFFLED at the sight of your face on a pair of boxers. out of all of the things he was expecting, it,, wasn’t this

YOU JUST CAN’T HELP BUT LAUGH AT THE FACT THAT HE’S LIKE 😯 ➡️🧍

shouto’s so confused, because why are you laughing? was this not genuine? is this not a social cue he doesn’t understand? why would he not like them??

but he’s surprised for sure, so he does laugh, “Y/N, i’d appreciate anything you’d give me. so, this was not any exception— but this was certainly the most interesting gift you have given me.”

setting all of jokes aside, he takes good care of the boxers— commenting on how he doesn’t want to tarnish the fabric, or the print of your astonishing face.

he wears them when he’s not going anywhere 🗿 so occasionally, you’d catch a glimpse of those boxers in the laundry—

he’s not very shy about it, since “you gifted me them so.. i’m using them.”

when you posted the tiktok, it does extremely well— and it mostly consisted of comments like “LMAO WE KNOW HOW MUCH YOU WANTED TO LAUGH” “he was genuinely surprised lmaooo”

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[idy-ll-ique]

Will You Marry Me?

Pairing: Jake Gyllenhaal x F!Reader

Warnings: None

Genre: Pure Fluff

Requested: Nope

Summary: Y/N babysits her sister's son and Jake decides to propose.

Author's Note: Hi! I'm currently working on a fanfic requested by @rougese7en but it's not over yet so till that time enjoy this already written fic.

Y/N - Your Name

Y/S/N - Your Sister's Name

[Husband]- Your Sister's Husband's Name (tf)

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Y/N POV:

"Really, now, you want me to look after Try?" I sighed. My sister looked at me pleadingly. "Please, Y/N, [Husband] and I have not enjoyed for 4 years, this is a once in a lifetime opportunity!"

"Exaggerating but alright," I chuckled. Really, Tristan was a handful. He was my nephew, my sister's boy. At only 4 years old, he knew how to wreak havoc very well. "Please?"

"I'll stay, don't worry. Dates with Jake will come and go," I told her and she hugged me tightly. "Thank you so much, Y/N, you're the best," [Husband] grinned. They were already dressed for the evening. 

Tristan then came out of the kitchen, covered in flour, coughing. "Tristan!" my sister sighed as I burst out laughing. "I'll look after him, you guys enjoy," I wheezed as my sister gave Tristan a look of disappointment. 

Tristan simply grinned at her. "Alright, baby, mommy's not gonna hug you because then you'll ruin her dress. Goodbye!" she cooed at him. "Say goodbye to mommy and daddy?" [Husband] asked. 

"Bye!" Tristan squealed and ran back into the kitchen. Two minutes later, we heard a thud. My sister groaned as her husband dragged her out of the house, laughing. Tristan walked back outside. 

"Did you fall?" I asked him as he sat on the floor in front of the couch, teary eyed. "Yes, auntie Y/N," he sniffled. I snorted and dialled Jake's number. If you didn't know, I was dating Jake Gyllenhaal. 

We had been dating for seven years now. "Y/N? Aw come on, don't tell me you're cancelling?!" Jake whined as soon as he picked up the call. "Sorry, bubba, I have to. I'm looking after Tristan, you're welcome to join."

"That monster? Hell no," Jake scoffed and I laughed. Jake and I knew each other's families very well by now. "Your call. I'm staying, my sis and bro have already left, I have no choice."

"I understand, sweetie. Well, why don't we reschedule for tomorrow?" he offered. "Sounds like a plan. I gotta go now, Tristan's covered in flour and I have to give him a bath and clean the kitchen."

"Enjoy," Jake cooed condescendingly. "Duck off, you a-hole," I growled and the last thing I heard as I ended the call was Jake's wheezing. "Tristan, let's give you a bath, come on darling."

He stood up and walked towards the bathroom. I first went to his room and got his towel. When I returned to the bathroom, I had to refrain myself from laughing. Tristan, clothing still intact, was sitting in the bathtub. 

The faucet was on, spraying water on Tristan. This was too cute not to tape. I whipped out my phone and started recording him. "Tristan, what are you doing?" I asked him. "Taking a bath!"

"You… you gotta take off your clothes, little man," I chuckled. "No you don't," Tristan scoffed, grinning and squealing at the cold water falling on him. Geez, this kid. I ended the video and sent it to Jake.

Trying to bathe him, gone wrong. 

I helped Tristan undress, turned on the hot water and finally gave Tristan a proper bath. I don't know how my sister had been doing this for 4 years. After we were done, I wrapped a towel around him. 

I carried Tristan to his bedroom and put him in his pajamas. I heard a 'bing!' on my phone when I was putting him in a t-shirt. Tristan ran out of the room as I picked up my phone. Jake had replied. 

Nearly died laughing. That kid is chaotic 🤣

I chuckled and kept my phone away. I walked out of the room and went to the sitting room. Tristan was sitting on the couch, trying to turn the TV on. "You need help, little guy?" I asked him. 

He handed the remote to me and I put on Peppa Pig on the TV. Tristan was silent for a long time after that, so I decided to go clean the kitchen. Thankfully, there was only flour to clean up, nothing else. 

As soon as I was done with that, I heard Tristan screaming. I ran outside, scared and laughed when I understood what was going on. Tristan was crying grossly because Peppa dropped her ice cream onscreen. 

One more memorable moment. I paused the TV at the exact time Peppa had dropped the ice cream and started recording Tristan. "Tristan? Honey, what's wrong?" I asked him. 

"Ice cream," Tristan sobbed, hastily wiping his tears as more and more tears rolled down his cheeks. "But it's not your ice cream…" I said, a small chuckle escaping my lips. 

"Huh? It's not?" Tristan asked, his breath hitching. "No!" I laughed this time. "Okay…" Tristan muttered and sniffled, wiping his tears. I cleaned up his face and planted a kiss on his forehead. 

"Auntie Y/N is going to make dinner for you now. What do you want to eat?" I asked him with a smile. "Chicken nuggets!" Tristan said with a broad grin. To be honest, I wanted those too. 

"How about we eat dinner from McDonald's today? Only if you won't tell mommy," I whispered to him, recording him for the second time. "Yeah! You promise, auntie?" he whispered back. I nodded. 

His face lit up as he gave me an enthusiastic high-five. I sat next to him and sent both the videos to Jake. He's crying because Peppa dropped her ice cream smh and Don't tell mommy ;) 

I called up McDonald's, placed our orders and ended the call. I sat watching Peppa Pig with Tristan afterwards. Honestly, why did I stop watching this show, again? It was so freaking hilarious for an adult. 

I heard a 'bing!' on my phone and checked it out. Jake had replied to both the videos. Little kids 🤦🏻‍♂ and You're spoiling him. You're spoiling your nephew, Y/N. I laughed at the second one. 

What? I'm his best auntie, you have to use dishonest means to maintain that position. A few seconds later, Jake replied, Whatever, you dishonest woman. I think he had nothing better to do. 

Shut up. I kept my phone away after sending that message. A few minutes later, the bell rang. "Me!" Tristan yelled and ran to open the door. I started recording him again. Whatever he did was funny. It was the delivery guy from McDonald's.

He struggled a bit to open the door but finally when he did, his face fell as he realized there was another door outside. I captured the expression perfectly and laughed to myself. 

"Step aside, baby, let auntie handle it," I cooed at the boy and he walked away, sulking. I paid for the order and brought the bags inside. "McDonald's!" Tristan grinned, following me to the kitchen. 

It was comical how fast his mood changed. "Wait, let me put it on a plate, it'll be easier for you to eat," I laughed as he bounced on his feet next to me. He stood still as I took out his box of chicken nuggets. 

I put them on his plate, emptied two sauce packets in the side compartment and put his fries in the plate. "We're sitting in the dining room." Tristan screamed, "No!" I sighed. I loved him too much to deny him anything. 

"Fine, we can sit in front of the TV, only if you don't spill anything," I told him with a small smile. "Yay!" he yelled out happily and ran outside. I chuckled and texted Jake. He's throwing tantrums. 

What did he do? Jake replied a few minutes later as I prepared my own plate of food. Chicken nuggets, fries and a Big Mac. Tristan didn't like burgers yet, so I knew he wouldn't steal my food. 

I told him we were sitting in the dining room, screamed until I told him we could sit in the living room. I love him too much to deny him anything :') I texted back. 

Sheesh, Y/N. Be a little firm on that young man, he'll become spoilt. Hold up, I'm joining y'all. My eyes widened and I grinned broadly. I kept my phone away and carried the food outside. 

Tristan was patiently waiting for his food, watching Ben and Holly's Little Kingdom. "Uncle Jake is joining us," I told Tristan as he delved right into his food. "Uncle Jakey? From TV?"

That's how Tristan knew Jake. Tristan and I were watching Spider-Man: Far From Home one day and when Mysterio came on, I told Tristan he was my boyfriend. Tristan was in awe. 

Then, when it was revealed Mysterio was the bad guy, Tristan spent the rest of the movie crying. "What if he hurts you, auntie Y/N?!" Tristan had reasoned. Us adults had a good laugh about it. 

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I was finished with my food and Tristan had finished his fries when I heard the roaring of a bike outside. "Uncle Jakey?" Tristan asked happily, leaving his food as he stood up. 

Again, I began recording it. Tristan went to the window and looked outside, trying to see in the dark. I noticed Jake straight away as he parked his bike in the driveway. Then he made his way to the door. 

Jake rang the bell and Tristan squealed. He was chanting 'Uncle Jakey' the whole time he tried to open the door. I was recording him the entire time, stifling my laughter. Tristan opened the main door. 

He opened the safety door by himself successfully too. I openly laughed as Tristan threw himself on Jake, yelling 'Uncle Jakey!' for the last time. Jake took a few steps backwards, catching Tristan with an 'oof'. I was definitely putting this on Instagram. 

I ended the video as Jake carried Tristan inside. "Miss me that much?" he chuckled. "Yeah!" Tristan grinned. "Ooh, do I see chicken nuggets? Are they for me?" Jake asked excitedly, trying to get Tristan to go back to his food so he could say hi to me. 

"No! Mine," Tristan screeched, running back to his food. I swear, he was so energetic sometimes. "Hi babe," Jake said, looking at me with a soft smile. "Hey," I smiled back, giving him a small peck on the lips. 

"I missed you a lot," Jake whispered to me, putting his arm around my waist as we walked back to the couch. "I've been gone for 4 hours," I chuckled, "But yeah, I missed you too."

Jake and I sat down on the couch. "Uncle Jakey, do you know Ben and Holly?" Tristan asked the grown man, looking up at us with sauce all over his lips. I laughed, sitting next to him on the floor. 

I grabbed the tissue Jake handed to me from the nearby tissue box and wiped Tristan's face. "No, buddy, who are they?" Jake grinned at Tristan. "These guys! They're elves and fairies!"

"Really? That's awesome! Who's that man in the blue clothes with that white beard?" Jake asked Tristan. "He's the Wise Old Elf! He's wise, he's old and he's an elf!" Tristan said and pretended to blow a horn. 

"Wow, that's awesome." I was watching Jake and Tristan interact with a small smile on my face. Honestly, I would love to start a family with Jake. Jake would be an amazing father. We weren't married, though; I wanted to be married before having kids.

After Tristan was done eating, I took the empty plates to the kitchen while Tristan got up and sat on Jake's lap. I could hear Tristan explaining the show to Jake, who listened patiently to humor him. 

I chuckled and cleaned up the plates, keeping them away. I walked out after wiping my hands on the washcloth and sat next to the two boys. We changed the channel and searched for some good movies. 

Avengers: Age of Ultron was on one channel. "This one! Captain America!" Tristan squealed, excitedly pointing at the screen. "Alright, kiddo, your call," I chuckled. We watched the movie until it was Tristan's bedtime. 

Thankfully for Jake and I, Tristan was very sleepy by the time his bedtime rolled around. "Goodnight, baby," I cooed as I carried Tristan to his bedroom. I helped him brush his teeth and clean up before bed. 

When I was about to put the half-asleep baby on his bed, he whined. I brought him away from the bed and he fell silent. I took him near the bed and he whined again. "No!" he sobbed. The third time, he leaked a few tears. I could wait until he was fully asleep… 

I took him back outside and Jake muted the TV. "What happened?" he asked, frowning. "Try wouldn't sleep on the bed. I'll wait until he's fully asleep," I whispered to Jake. He nodded. 

I sat back down next to Jake and cradled Tristan in my arms. The tiny tot laid his head on my shoulder and I patted him on the back, rocking him until he was out cold. I sighed in relief but as soon as I tried to stand, Tristan whined. 

"Oh God," I sighed. When I sat still, Tristan became quiet. I decided to hold him for a while longer, until I was sure he was fully asleep. Jake laid down on the couch, putting his head on my lap. "What am I, a pillow?"

"Yeah. You're comfortable." He smiled at me. "You know, this would be so awesome. You, me, our baby…" he whispered, taking my hand. I held Tristan with one hand as Jake caressed the other one. 

"I know, I was thinking about it. But we have to be married for that," I chuckled. "Alright, then. Y/N Y/L/N, will you marry me?" Jake asked, sitting up. My breath caught in my throat. 

"For real?" I whispered, tearing up. "Yes, Mrs Gyllenhaal," he smiled, tears shining in his own eyes as he took out a ring box from the pocket of his jeans. I nodded gently, trying my best to not wake Tristan up.

"Wait, were you going to propose on our date tonight?"

"I was, yeah."

Jake slipped the beautiful ring on the ring finger of my left hand, leaning in to give me a kiss. "I love you, Mrs Gyllenhaal," he whispered, pulling back. "I love you too, Mr Gyllenhaal," I chuckled. 

Jake laid back down on the couch, his head on my lap as he caressed my left hand, kissing the palm, the fingers and the ring. A few minutes later, Jake fell asleep. He had had a busy day. 

I smiled softly as I looked at my two precious boys. "I love you two so much," I whispered to myself, kissing Tristan on the head. I stayed up, watching a movie on mute with subtitles until my sister and her husband came home. 

"Y/N? Oh my God, thank you so much! Jake's here too, I guess you got that date after all," my sister whispered happily as they stepped into the room. Jake woke up immediately, sitting up. 

"Hey Y/S/N, hey [Husband]," he yawned, rubbing his eyes. [Husband] took Tristan from my arms and carried him to his bedroom. "Hold up, Y/N, what's that?" my sister asked as Jake and I stood up. She was looking at my ring. 

"Jake proposed an hour ago," I told her and she teared up, smiling broadly. "I'm so happy for you guys! Congratulations!" she grinned, throwing her arms over both of us. Jake and I chuckled. 

"[Husband], come here!" Y/S/N called out and he walked out of Tristan's room. "Yeah?" he asked his wife. "Jake and Y/N are getting married!" she told him and he grinned too. "Congratulations!"

"Thank you so much, we should leave now," I said, hugging [Husband]. Jake hugged him too and we walked out of the house. Y/S/N and [Husband] stood at the door until Jake and I got on his bike. 

"Bye!" I waved at them and they closed the door as Jake drove away. It was nearly midnight, but our house wasn't far from here. "We have to plan a wedding now," I whispered to Jake.

"We'll make it the best shit ever," he told me and I laughed. "I love you so much, Jake," I whispered to him, kissing his cheek as I wrapped my arms tighter around him. "I love you too, Y/N, so much." 

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A/N: Ah, domestic fluff. So cute. Please leave a like!

[endless-vall]

Valentine’s day - Zig x Mc fanfic

Summary: With Valentine’s Day arriving in such a busy time in Vall’s life, will it be a brilliant success or a horrendous disaster? Author’s note: So this is the first time I’ve written for Zig x MC. I’ve shipped my MC with Zig from the moment he first appeared on our screen. My MC was dating James at the time, and had a brief fling with Chris... But I’ve never really connected to TF’s LI. Until Zig. 🤤😍 I just love him so much, and it’s funny since I’ve written fanfics for almost every TF/TS LI there is, besides the one I’m romancing, LOL So.... Here you finally go! I know it’s not Valentine’s Day yet, but it’s just around the corner, so i’ve figured, why the hell not? Hope you enjoy! 😄

"I don't want anything big, okay?" Vall's eyes sparkled, as she looked up at Zig. They were cuddling in her bed. Zig was spending a lot of time in their house lately, which Vall basically adored. She was so in-love with the man. It was nearly impossible. Zig blinked at her with a sleepy gaze, probably not following on what she was talking about. Vall sent an apologetic, ingenuous look his way. "For Valentine's, I mean." She chuckled, clarifying herself. It's their first Valentine together. "Oh."

"No no I don't mean it like that. I'm sorry if you already planned something. Did you...?" She furrowed her eyebrows. She'd hate to make him cancel his plans... But she had a lot of catching up to do. "I mean... Not really. There's still a few weeks until Valentine's. Don't worry. It's not anything I can't postpone to later." He assured her. Vall sighed in relief. "It's just that..." She bit at her lower lip. "With the whole thing with the house, I haven't been writing ANYTHING for the newspaper. For weeks!" She plumps into the side of her bed, watching the white ceiling. "And while I still managed to pass all my classes for the first quarter, It was barely by a scratch. I really need to focus right now. And after talking to Colin Harper I've really been thinking of starting my own, new novel and-" "Hey, hey, it's okay..." Zig turns around, and watches her, a bit amusingly. "Shhh... Just... Relax, baby..." He caresses her cheek. Zig's touch is soothing and Vall just closes her eyes, leaning into his touch. "I get it." His voice continues talking, as Vall sinks into bliss. With Zig... She always feels... Content. "You really busy right now and there's a lot of things going on... It's okay to be under pressure and if you want to just spend Valentine's Day in a relaxing afternoon date, that's more than fine with me." Zig assures her. Vall reopens her eyes. "Really?" She's almost teary-eyes by now. Her friends always did make fun of her getting emotional easily, but it wasn't about that. It was about someone finally validating her hard work. "What did I ever do to deserve you?" Was all she could come up with. Zig let out a half-chuckle, as he leaned down and pressed a kiss to her lips. "I'm asking myself the same question every day." He winks at her, and pulls her back on top of him. They fall asleep smiling, content, in the arms of each other.

As the few weeks separating them from Valentine's day pass, Vall manages to catch up with her schoolwork, her paperwork articles, and even come up with an idea for a present for Zig. Or even... Two ideas. Zig enthuses and encourages her after hearing about her thoughts of starting a new novel. "That's so exciting!" He rubs her shoulders as nothing comes to her mind... But she promises to keep trying. She wants her first book be a tribute as well as a farewell for Vasquez. She'd always think about him, in her career life but also her personal, he was an important figure in her freshman year of college and helped her shape herself to who she wanted to be, as well as push her to aspire to be better. But... Nothing seems to be worthy enough. Kind of like James not knowing what to write in the special notebook Vasquez left for him. Suddenly... She could really identify. Until... An idea popped into her mind. Just the night before Valentine Day’s itself...

She goes through her classes for the day in quick motion. She didn't sleep much the day before it... being busy writing... But somehow, she wasn't exhausted at all. She was excited, for the evening. She gets back to their house, quickly passing through Zach, Chris and Becca. "What's with her?" Chris questions, at her eagerness. "Someone's got a date." Becca raises her eyebrows up and down, with a devilish grin. Vall nods and blushes, as she turns to her room. Everything's got to be perfect. She tells herself, only to stop and scowl for a moment. She's the one who told Zig not to go big with this Valentine gesture. Why was she so worked up about it now? Shaking her head to herself, she reminded herself that no matter what'll happen, their evening will be perfect. Because they'll spend it together. She turns on her printer, prints a few pages, and places them into a folder. She puts the folder with the other present she got for Zig, and turns to her closet. "A cheeky pink dress is perfect for Valentine's, right?" She rhetorically questions herself, smiling. "It sure is." She doesn't expect to hear any response, but it comes. Becca pushes open her door, and strides into her room. "But certainly not that one." Becca points to the dress into Vall's hands. "Excuse me?" Vall blinks at her. She knows Becca means well, at least now - more then in the past - but was that comment really necessary? Becca giggles for a moment, at the sight of Vall being baffled. "Anyway, the dress you're holding is cute. But you wanna look fabulous. Here, take this." She practically throws a dress at Vall. Vall examines it. The dress Becca threw her way is defiantly fancier... But is it really what she's looking for? She asked Zig to do something simple for this event, and dressing in that dress could confuse him. "I'm not sure..." She bites her lip, as she raises her eyes back to Becca. "Trust me." Becca gives no mercy, and before Vall knows is, she's wearing the dress Becca threw at her, and standing in front of her mirror. "See? You're gorgeous. 10/10 Zig approved." Becca comments, as Vall spins around. The skirt of the dress following her motions. She turns back to Becca. "You're right, thank you, Becca. Though you got one thing wrong there." Vall comments. "What is it? I'm never wrong." Becca questions. "Zig would approve only 9/10 of it. Since the thing he likes me the most to wear is actually nothing at all." Both burst into laughter at Vall's comments. "Touche." Becca agrees, in defeat. "Why do you care so much what I wear, anyway?" Vall suddenly suspects, raising one eyebrow at Becca. "Uhhh... Duh! The fact I don't have a date for Valentine's doesn't mean I can't enjoy the perks of it. And dressing up is defiantly a perk." Becca blows a kiss in the air, and Vall chuckles again. "Besides, I'm adapting to your approach." Becca gets ready to leave the room. "What do you mean?" Vall isn't following. "Let's just say i'm doing a favor for a... Friend." Becca shrugs, and refuses to say more. "Anyway, we cleared up the living room, for you two, and Kaitlyn's just about to go out to meet with Annisa. So have fun, you two!" And with that, Becca runs off. What are they up to...? As she walked out of her room, fully ready and with her gifts in her hands, she bumped into Zig. “Oh! You’re already here!” She exclaimed, running over to him and attacking him with a kiss. “Why didn’t you say so?” She asked, briefly, as she set down on the table her presents. “I just got here,” Zig chuckled. “I’m making hot cocoa, you want some?” He added, looking her up and down. “Obviously!” She’d never say ‘no’ to hot cocoa. Never. It looked as if he approved of her choice of dress, but also... Like he already seen it. What was he and Becca conspiring on? She raised an eyebrow as she followed him to their kitchen. She admired him too. He was wearing a black suit, that looked as if it was sewn especially for him. Every little detail carefully tailored. Suddenly she got why Becca insisted on classing it up. “Zig?” Vall asked, as her handsome barista skillfully poured the both of them two big cups of cocoa. “Mmhm?” He made a wondering sound, as he handed her her cup. “Did you plan something fancy?” Her tone was honest, and wondering. “Oh, right. You’re probably wondering.” Zig just smirked, as he headed back to the living room. “I though we said nothing big this Valentine. It’s not a ‘go big or go home’ situation. You already are my present-” She started protesting. Yes, eventually she came up with a nice surprise too, but it wasn’t anything flashy. And if Zig did do some grand gesture for their Valentine, she’d feel as if she didn’t do enough. “Do you trust me?” He suddenly asked, cutting her short. “Well, sure, but-” “No buts.” Vall rolled her eyes and stuck her tongue out at him. She earned a snort and a laugh in return from Zig, and they settled on the couch together. Cuddling closer to each other, with some music in the background and hot cocoa in their hands. This was perfect... She thought. Vall leans her head against Zig’s shoulder. “I got something for you.” Zig tells her. She opens her eyes again. “Me too.” She smiles. Both raise their bags and exchange it. Vall hands him the gift bag, holding the folder still behind. Zig gives her a box that resembles a jewelry box, and Vall wonders what it is. Both go through unwrapping their gifts, and sigh in bliss when they see the contents of the boxes. “I can’t believe you remembered!” Vall exclaimed, as she opens up the jewelry box to reveal a beautiful, small, silver caged-heart necklace, with a pearl inside of it. Vall was looking at one similar to this in their road trip to the Aurora festival.  This one, though, was even prettier. She didn’t even look at the necklace for too long, before dropping it, but apparently Zig noticed. Zig flashed a smile. “I’m glad you like it.” He told her, as he helped her put the necklace on. It went surprisingly well with her dress, as if it was carefully chosen. “Now open yours.” Vall almost jumped in her seat. She had his gift costume-made especially for him. Zig nods and finally opens his box. Inside he finds a coffee-cup looking thermos with ‘Vall’ and ‘Zig’ written on it in a fancy font, and a photo of them at the top. “Woah! This photo was taken even before we started dating...” Zig looks carefully at the photo. It’s in the coffee shop where he worked in, and was taken by Kaitlyn, who was encouraging Vall at the time to hit on him. Vall was just out of a long-term relationship with James, and wasn’t sure Zig was what she needed.  How wrong she was. And how thankful for Kaitlyn, too. “I just wanted you to know how much you meant for me, from the moment we met. We had this special connection, right away... Besides, I’ll never look at coffee the same way. Now, It always makes me think of you, and that always makes me happy.” She shrugs. It’s no silver necklace, but her sentimental value is high too. And they haven’t talked yet on her other surprise... “Vall...” Zig barely holds himself before pulling her into a passionate kiss. She kisses back, wrapping her hands around his neck. “I take that you like it?” She questions, as they - barely - break apart. “I love it.” They share a smile, and kiss again. It’s just a brief touch of their lips, but it sends shivers down Vall’s spine. Kisses with Zig tend to do that to her. “I do have another surprise for you, though.” Zig mentions. Vall blinks at him. “Me too.” She admits. They both share a nervous chuckle. They both promised not to over-do it, and yet... Both gathered up not one, but two presents for each other. “You go first.” Zig gestures, as the gentleman he is. “Okay.” Vall nods, suddenly feeling nervous. She knows she shouldn’t be nervous about it... But the idea is tempting and she’d be ecstatic if Zig agrees. “So...” She turns and takes out the folder she hided earlier. “I’ve finally been able to come up with an idea for my new novel... So my surprise if more of a... Ask for permission.” She admits, handing the folder to Zig’s hands. “What do you mean?” He asks, opening the folder slowly. Vall just makes a vague gesture and lets him read the few pages she printed out earlier. Zig looks through the pages, reading carefully. All while the smile doesn’t fall from his face. The contrary, it only grows. “Let me guess... Desmond and Bertene are going to end up falling in love?” Zig asks after he finishes reading the first few pages of her book. “How did you know?” She asks, as if she’s teasing. “Because Bertene reminds me a lot of you... And I think Desmond is inspired by me.” He rests his forehead over Vall’s. “It’s perfect.” He tells her. Vall took the liberty to work like Vasquez taught her. To write from personal experience. Though, she didn’t do it as obvious as he did, this time... “So you like it? Can I continue writing this book, with Desmond being based on you?” She asks, hopeful in her eyes. Zig laughs out. “Sure.” He tells her, wrapping a hand over her shoulders. “Though you give me much more credit then I deserve.” “Well, I know you’ve never fought a real dragon in your life, but this book IS set in medieval times. I’m pretty sure that if I ever needed to be saved from the arms of a ruthless dragon, I can count of you to come in and sweep me away,”  All the nervousness Vall was feeling prior to Zig reading her draft vanished away, getting replaced by a warm feeling in her chest.  “Let’s be real here, Vall. You would’ve probably convinced the dragon to release you all by yourself, with your kindness and compassion.” Zig pushes lightly at her ribs, and Vall bursts into laughter. “That’s an idea. Maybe I’ll add it in the story later.” Vall plants a kiss over Zig’s cheek. “Any way, I feel like Bertene and Desmond complete each other, and this is how I feel when I’m with you.” She smiles, and Zig’s eyes sparkle. “Vall... I love you.” They haven’t said it yet, but it was somehow obvious. To the both of them... And yet, hearing it out loud, for the first time...  “I love you too.”  They both fall into bliss. After putting aside the draft for the book, and finishing their cocoa. “Are you ready for your surprise?” Zig asks. “Yes.” Vall’s not worried anymore, that Zig pulled off something too big. She knows he’d do it just in the right amount. “I booked some reservation for us. It’s to this nice Italian restaurant we noticed a few weeks ago.” Zig tells her, watching her closely. “Okay....?” She waits for the catch. “I booked a table for 6.” He bites at his lower lip, and Vall’s eyes shoot wide open. “6?” She asks, confused. “My mom and my sisters are coming, too. Is that okay?--” “Of course!!! Oh my god... I’m finally going to meet your family?” Vall can’t suppress the huge grin forming over her lips right now. “Yes,” Zig smiles, relived Vall likes the idea. “Yes!!! Finally!” Vall jumps over to his lap, making him fall over the couch. All the while Zig can’t stop laughing. “Well, I’m glad you’re excited to meet them. They’ve been dying to meet you, too.” He tells when he finally calms down. Vall’s still smiling, when she gets up and offers her hand. “Well then, we shouldn’t keep them waiting.” Zig stands up, taking Vall’s hand in his. “You’re right. Let’s go?” “Lead the way.”