#my sweet mom always makes a special breakfast on valentine’s day

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[yelenasdiary]

Olivia Benson x fem reader valentines request

Olivia has to work on valentines Day. Reader is watching Noah for her while she's gone. The two of them decide to make Olivia some valentines for her to come home to.

A Cozy Valentines Haven

Pairing: Olivia Benson x Fem! Reader

Summary: Liv is called into work on Valentines Day, so you and Noah decide to make something special for her to come home too. 

Fluff & Light Angst

Warnings: Normal SVU Talk | 1.4K

AC: Thank you for sending this! I have found write Olivia really comforting! I hope you enjoy! x

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The morning started off soft and sweet, you woke up to Olivia wrapping an arm around you and pulling you closer to her in bed, placing a kiss on the back of your clothed shoulder. “Happy Valentines” she whispered, making you smile softly. “Happy Valentines baby” you replied, soaking up this rare, peaceful moment. “How long do you think we have until Noah wakes up?” You asked, turning in her hold to face her. Olivia lightly chuckled, “I think I heard him turn the tv on 5 minutes ago”.

Before you could fit in another word, Olivia’s phone buzzed, tearing the two of you away from this rare moment. Olivia placed a soft kiss on your forehead before she rolled over and reached for her phone. “Benson” she said sternly, slowly sitting up. You rolled over and quietly slipped out of bed, grabbing your dressing gown before leaving her to take the call in private. 

The sound of cartoons softly filled the apartment as Noah sat comfortably on the sofa watching them. “Morning kiddo!” You said as you entered the kitchen. Noah turned, looking at you over his shoulder, “Morning Ma!” He smiled sweetly, his messy curls showing proof that he had a decent nights sleep. “What do you want for breakfast this morning?” You asked, flicking the kettle on.

“Um….toast, please!” He replied before turning his attention back to the cartoons. 

You made Noah’s toast and placed it on the counter, calling him over as you grabbed Liv’s travel mug from the dishwasher. “Thanks Ma!” Noah smiled, pushing himself up onto the stool. “Morning Mom!” He added, beaming another smile at his mother. 

“Good morning” Olivia replied, giving his curls a light tussle before she turned to you. 

“Got a case?” You asked, pouring her hot coffee into her mug. She nodded lightly, “I’m sorry darling, I’ll try and get home as soon as I can” she said, wrapping her arms around you. 

“But mom, it’s valentines day” Noah pouted, “you said you would help me with my valentines card” he added. 

“I know sweetie, I’m sorry but maybe Ma can help” Liv suggested, looking over her shoulder at Noah. She placed a kiss on your cheek before pulling away, “I promise to make it up to both of you. How about, after work, we order the biggest pizza we can get and watch whatever movies you guys want” she added. Noah perked up at the mention of pizza, “can we get peperoni on it?” He asked, his eyes wide with hope. 

Olivia chuckled before running her hand through his dark curls once more, “of course we can sweet boy. Whatever you want”. She placed a kiss on the top of his head then pulled you in for one last tight hug before pressing a soft kiss on your lips. “I gotta go, I love you” she spoke softly. 

“I love you too, Liv. Be safe, okay?” You replied, looking into her eyes. 

“Always” she said, grabbing her keys in one hand and her travel mug in the other before heading out the door. 

Once she was gone, the apartment fell silent, even with Noah’s cartoons playing in the background, you saw your son’s slight disappointment as he finished his breakfast. “So, who’s this card for?” You asked, wanting to try and cheer him up. 

“A girl in my class but she won’t be at school until Tuesday, and I don’t want her to miss out on a card” he explained. His kind heart made you smile softly, “that’s very kind of you honey, maybe after I’ve had a shower and some breakfast we can work on it. How does that sound?” 

“Mm, I was thinking maybe we could do something special for mom? You know, since I guess I won’t be going over to Aunt Amanda’s now” he suggested, reminding you of the original plans you and Olivia had in mind. “Sounds like a perfect idea, what did you have in mind?” You asked, sipping your coffee. 

“Mom loves double choc chip cookies, could we bake some?” He asked.

“Sounds like a great idea!” You smiled at the young boy. 

Soon enough, the morning was quickly filled with baking, chatter and lots of laughter as you and Noah baked your wife some of her favorite cookies. You watched as Noah took the lead, reading the recipe from his phone, he’s grown up so fast it was hard not to take in this bittersweet moment. 

When the cookies were finally out of the oven, you turned to Noah who now was busy playing on this Switch. “Hey bud!” You called out, catching his attention. 

“Yeah?”

“Did you want to decorate these cookies?” You asked while you were looking in the cupboard for the baking decorations. Noah paused his game, “do we have red icing?” He asked, wandering back into the kitchen. “We do! I can whip some up, what else do you need?” You smiled softly. 

“Uhm, sprinkles?” He replied, racking his brain. 

“You’re in luck!” You said, pulling out the rainbow-colored sprinkles, “they’re rainbow but with some red icing, I think they’ll be perfect” you added. 

As the day went on and the cookies were complete with their red icing, sprinkles and some very wonky writing on top, you and Noah spent the rest of the day thinking about what movies to watch when Liv would get home. A scroll through the pack while enjoying a cheeky muffin kept the two of you from feeling cooped up in the apartment and before you knew it, it was reaching dinner time. 

Noah, armed with cushions and blankets he had nicked from his bedroom and your bedroom turned the living room into a cozy haven while you helped at his command. “Pizza time!” Noah declared, practically bouncing off the balls of his feet. 

You chuckled, grabbing your phone from the countertop. “You said pepperoni, yeah?” You asked, just to be sure. Noah nodded, “and the biggest!” He reminded you. 

As the sunset that casted a warm glow over the apartment turned to dark skies, you and Noah sat on the sofa patiently waiting for your wife to come through the front door. The pizza, almost too big to fit on the coffee table was placed in the oven on a very low heat to keep it from getting cold. 

“Look out Ma!!” Noah chuckled while the two of you played a game of Mario Kart, his character speeding past you. “Oh! I’m gonna catch up!” You replied, using your red shell to hit Noah’s kart. 

“Hey!! unfair!!” He laughed

Before the match was over, the front door slowly opened. “Mom!” Noah beamed, almost forgetting about the game in front of him. “Hello, my sweet boy” Olivia smiled, her heart swelling with warmth as her eyes locked onto the two of you. “Oh my, what have you two been up too?” She asked, noticing the cozy haven the living room had become. 

“Ma and I got everything ready for tonight!” Noah beamed, finishing the race in first place. “We made cookies and got pizza!!” He added, his eyes sparkling with excitement. 

“This looks very cozy!” Liv smiled once more. You pushed yourself off the sofa and wandered over to her, greeting her with a tight hug. Her arms naturally wrapping around you, “you’re incredible, you know that?” She whispered. 

“Don’t be silly, you deserve this” you smiled softly before kissing her softly. 

“I’m going to go wash up!” Noah said, not wanting to see his mothers kiss. You and Olivia chuckled as he ran down the hall into the bathroom. “I’m going to have a quick shower, and I’ll come join you both” Liv said, gently pulling away. You nodded softly at her words, it wasn’t the time to ask but you could see that the case she had today was a tough one. 

“Hey” you said softly, gently grabbing her arm. She looked at you, her eyes softening, “it’ll be okay” you assured her. All she could do was nod before wandering down the hall to the bedroom. 

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The night was one to remember. The three of you sandwiched on the sofa covered with blankets, the large pizza almost half eaten, Noah leaving his crust behind. The small plate of cookies were the winner with only two left on the plate. Noah was fast asleep after 2 movies, leaving you and Liv to enjoy the rest of Valentines Day together.

She wrapped her arms around you, pulling you close as you nuzzled into her neck, a small sigh of contentment left her lips. It was the Valentines Day you both had originally planned but it was one that you both enjoyed the most.

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[stevesbipanic]

@steddielovemonth Day 29: Love is going out of your way to do something you know will make them happy @forgottenkanji

Eddie knew a lot of things about Steve. He knew he loved peonies more than roses and listened to folk music when he cooked. He knew he loved sledding in the winter and lake days in the summer. He knew every step of his hair care routine and loved head scratches the most. Above all he knew Steve loved Valentine's Day.

He remembered how Steve would always make sure every girl got at least one rose delivered to them in home room and loved decorating his locker. Always wrote his classmates cards to fill their love boxes and made sure the kids got plenty of chocolate. Watched some special girl get taken on a perfect date each year, wishing for a world it could be him.

He remembers there being no dates last year, Steve looking as forlorn as him. He would find out a couple months later it's because the golden boy had been harbouring an equally massive crush and they promptly got together.

Now this year he vowed to go all out for his sweet boyfriend and give him the Valentine's Day he deserved.

"Eddie you hate Valentine's Day."

"You said it was capitalist bullshit."

"You literally burnt a bouquet once."

Eddie glared at the other Hellfire boys, he'd asked them to the diner to help him plan the best day ever not be attacked.

"That was the old Eddie, a sad gay little teenager, adult Eddie has the prettiest boy in the world to please."

Jeff was looking at him fondly while Grant rolled his eyes and Gareth gagged.

"EW don't call my cousin pretty!"

"We literally perform a song where I do just that."

"GOLDEN GODDESS IS ABOUT STEVE!"

"Hush, Garebear, we have plans to make."

The plan began simple, Robin was to take Steve out for breakfast, well, Steve take her out after she begs. Convincing Robin of the plan was easy since she loves Steve and free food as much as Eddie.

Then, while the boys set up the final surprise, Eddie would meet up with Steve at the arcade with the kids.

"Can't wait til we're home and alone, Eds, nice to have someone on Valentine's Day again."

"Just you wait, sweetheart."

Max would then radio Steve asking him to drive her to the movies for her date (although she was refusing to call it that again) with Lucas. She was also easy to convince, liking free rides.

Eddie would quickly change and rush to Steve's apartment to make dinner, he'd told Max to delay getting ready til Steve got there to stall him. He figured he'd have just enough time before-

Eddie was only halfway through making dinner before he heard the keys in the lock. No, Steve was home early, the candles weren't even lit yet!

"Eddie?"

He felt caught and dejected, all his plans falling through his fingers.

Steve glanced around the apartment, rose petals and unlit candles and the dining table set for two with a bouquet of peonies in a vase. Steve's favourite, spaghetti bubbling away behind Eddie.

"Eds, did you do all this for me?"

There's a certain awe in his voice as he asks. Eddie turns, turning down the heat on the pot and steps towards Steve. He takes his boy's hands gazing at him softly, "Of course, sweetheart, you love Valentine's Day. You're always so busy making it special for everyone else, and you missed last year, I wanted you to get wooed for once."

Steve's eyes are a little misty but he's smiling so Eddie knows he's not upset, "You got home early tho, baby, I haven't even lit the candles or turned on the music," Eddie explained biting his lip softly.

"I'm guessing Max was meant to keep me busy? You didn't tell Sinclair and his mom picked her up," Steve laughed.

"Shit, I knew I forgot something."

Steve kissed his cheek, "I'm going to get changed, think that'll be enough time for you?"

"Knowing you'll take forever with your hair, yeah I'll be ready, angel."

Steve flicked him playfully, "Oi, you love my hair."

Eddie yelped but smiled coyly, "Love messing it up too," he said winking.

Steve blushed and went to his bedroom to change. Eddie quickly finished the food, turned on the radio and lit the candles hoping it all set a romantic mood. Like clockwork he plated the food just as Steve returned to the room.

"Smells delicious, baby, you made my favourite!"

Eddie helped him into his chair, playing up the gentlemen's act, "Anything for you, sunshine." He poured them wine and laughed together as Eddie explained the whole plan, including Gareth's protest which Steve's giggled at. They were now cuddled on the couch, not really watching the movie, more just looking at each other occasionally trading soft kisses.

"Thank you for today, Eds, it really means a lot."

"I want to make every day special for you, Stevie."

"I wanted to ask you something, was going to ask on our anniversary but no-one has ever seen me the way you do."

"You know you can ask me anything, love."

Steve took Eddie's hand, glancing down and playing with his rings, a habit Eddie knew he did when he was nervous, "I wanted to ask if you wanted to move in with me?"

A smile quickly crept across Eddie's face, thought about getting to come home everyday to Steve and wake up every morning to him. Thought about how home had become the boy sitting across from him, wherever he went Eddie always wanted to follow.

"I'd love to move in with you, Stevie."

Neither boy would ever have to spend another day, Valentine's or not, not feeling completely and utterly loved ever again.

[luffysprincess]

princess amiraaa let down your hair <3 do ur favs and u have smth special planned for valentine’s day? <3 anything you feel like doing? or are yall lazing at home? <3

Cora!!! Hi pretty!! I do indeed have plans w the faves!! (Not all tho bc I’m too big of a whore for my mind to catch up)

Bachira and I are actually waking up super early this Valentine’s. We’re driving to our local flower shop before opening bc we’re buying it clean out. And then we’re going over to Yu’s house, using the spare key she gave us and displaying the flowers everywhere. Petals on the floor (those will be fake bc I don’t like ripping flowers apart) and just flowers of all colors everywhere for his mom bc she deserves a surprise this valentine. We are also making her breakfast in bed. But after that we are dipping to go back home and have a chill day together. Or so I thought!! Bc actually in the time we were out decorating Yu’s house for her, Megs hired a team to put up a bunch of flowers and balloons etc etc for me at our place. The gesture def makes me teary eyed. Anyways the rest of the day onwards is pretty chill. We make dinner together and dance to So This Is Love and make love while the Shrek movie plays in the background. It’s a great time ᰔ

Me and rinnie are going out for lunch at our fave restaurant and then hes panicking when I say I don’t want dessert bc he did the cliche thing and hid my valentines gift in there. We end up taking cake to-go but I’m just not in the mood for it so the entire day he’s trying to hint at me trying the cake in hopes I’ll finally eat it. He feels bad bc he thinks that i think that he forgot to get me something, but in my head I’m like “awww he got me flowers. I’m the luckiest girl ever 🥰💕✨💖”. Anyways!!! In the evening we go glow night tubing with some friends bc they’ve got a valentines night discount (mainly the inarizaki crew and their gfs. it a big group date lol) and it’s not till after we come back home and get settled in our pjs that I decide I’m in the mood for somethinf sweet. At 11:58pm is when rin hears me screaming an “OMG YOU DID NOT!!” from the kitchen bc I finally found the ring. (It’s not an engagement ring btw, but a pretty ring nonetheless) It becomes a very funny story we love to share at parties/events ᰔ

Me and reo have a tradition on valentines and it’s that we have two months before valentines where I can’t show him what I’ve bought. It’s all stuff for me (shoes, dresses, lingerie, perfumes, etc etc) and then on the day of, we have a little fashion show of my haul. Except he goes all in bc he knows how I’ve always wanted to be a model but can’t bc in my au with him I’m a fashion designer and no fashion designer models their own clothes. Anyways, he rents out the venue for just the two of us, makes the playlist, and caters the food. And then the rest of the evening is just me trying out a bunch of clothes and accessories on for him. It doesn’t seem like it would take too long to get through my haul but he gave me two months and no spending limit. Also everytime I walk out in a lingerie set he pats his lap and asks me to ride him and who am I to say no to a mikage. So that also lengthens the process, but it’s a good thing he rented the venue out for the whole day ᰔ

[softshiin]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ BE MY VALENTINE

##PARING … shinichiro, sanzu, ran, childe, bennett, thoma, wei wuxian, xue yang x reader (separately)

⋆·˚ ༘ *  SUMMARY … valentine hcs <3

##WARNINGS … nothing ig? puuure fluff ‘cause today (14.02) was a shitty one<3

⋆·˚ ༘ * NOTE … hii just wanted to give y’all some cute valentine hcs !! <3 let’s pretend today’s the 14th yes yes

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SHINICHIRO

; he’s totally anxious about this whole thing

; really trying his best to set up a decent date for the two of you

; but he has just so many ideas in his lil head that he doesn’t know what to do :(

; first of all, he decided to take you out for dinner. and that’s a gooood first step

; y’know, classic candlelight dinner- pft what am i saying? he probably took you to mcdonald’s <3

; probably set up some cute decorations here and there with the help of the manager

; gives you a whole bouquet of red roses, and in the middle a white one with a lil note

; “will you be my forever valentine?”

; all of this in-front of some fried chicken ofc

; i will say this again and again: night ridessss <33

; and then he cuddled you until morning

SANZU

; he’s kinda shy about all this situation

; it was only the 10th and he’d already bought all the chocolate and booked a cute cafe to go in the evening

; now that it’s time to see you, he gets nervous and ends up being extra clingy to you <3

; holds your hand- like a lot

; plays with your fingertips and fingers mumbling stuff like “a ring would really fit those pretty fingers…”

; ofc not realizing that you can hear him🤨

; smiles. a looot. he’s just so happy to have you in his life <3

; tells you how much he loves you almost every minute

; continues to make you blush by saying how pretty you look today, how cute it’s your fit and stuff

RAN

; domestic au? i think yes!!

; the two of you spent the afternoon in his kitchen, having a competition

; what kind of competition you ask?

; well, he challenged you for a pizza-cooking competition

; you honestly had so much fun like fr<3

; you didn’t even know he knew how to cook a pizza, but he was surprisingly good

; “yeah sometimes i make it for rin”

; sometimes???? his pizza was DELICIOUS

; but y’know,,, in the end y’all had fun not making it but throwing at each other flour</3

; ended up kissing covered in white

CHILDE

; he’s the best fr<3

; he took you to your fav band concert, in another country as well

; so while you were there, you also visited the beautiful city

; prob booked a 5* hotel, with a magnificent view too

; after this “lil” trip, he also wanted you to meet his family and brought you to them in snezhenaya

; nervous as hell but they absolutely LOVED you <33

; while you where in that cold place all covered in snow, he would always make you hot chocolate with marshmallows

; def knows how to take care of you :(

; holding hands thru the gloves

; eskimo kisses you <33

BENNETT

; he really tried his best alright? :c

; but since he’s so young and inexperienced, he didn’t know what the hell to do

; and asking kaeya wasn’t exactly the best idea he had

; ended up being just paranoid and nervous the night before :(

; HOWEVER!!

; before you even woke up, he was all ready in your house with a bunch of pretty flowers he picked up in his last adventure <3

; tried to make you breakfast (with the help of you mom but shhh) and take it to you in bed

; he’s just so sweet hng

; best boy

THOMA

; sewing a pretty sweater for you? I THINK YESS

; it took him quite a long, because he has all the house works to do, but he managed to give it to you in time <3

; also also, he wanted to do smth special on this day so he went asking around for some ideas

; ayato suggested him a really cute thing to do, to which thoma immediately agreed:

; painting

; yup. simply painting

; he bought some canvases and paint

; and you two decided to paint whatever you wanted <3

; and it turned out that you are such a good painter??? omg </3

WEI WUXIAN

; HEAR ME OUT HES SO CLUMSY

; “what? what am i going to do with y/n on valentine’s day? cant we just drink some booze?”

; lan zhang couldn’t believe him.

; after an entire afternoon spent lecturing him he just went blank, thinking of serious things to do

; and he had the most beautiful idea

; “y/n, y/n!” he called your name so excited

; tbh you even forgot that it was such an important day, especially for him

; “let’s go stargazing!!” his eyes were sparking, and seeing him so happy made your heart melt

; ofc you immediately agreed, how could you say no to him <3

; enjoyed the night cuddling under a blankie and the moon

XUE YANG

; he, too, didn’t really know what to do

; was really really flustered and didn’t have ANY idea

; “cant,,,, just we stay at home?” he asked with puppy eyes to xingchen

; “no can do. it’s an important day” his calm voice reached the poor boy hears

; then he looked out of the window, seeing a child rollerblading

; “OH I KNOW”

; he too asked you so clumsily i swear- he’s so cute :(

; at the end he brought you ice-skating <3

; the problem? he didn’t know how to even stand-

; he fell multiple times, making you laugh

; was it funny for him? no. was it worth it? absolutely. your smile is everything <3

[wastelandcth]

Father’s Day - cth

summary: calum celebrates another father’s day with his crazy family.

author’s notes: hello! welcome back to the doves! it’s been so much fun to be able to write them again, i missed them so much. 

warnings: the doves are too cute for their own good. 

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“Happy papa day!” Eloise squealed as she ran over to Calum, “I can’t believe you’re so old now, papa!”

“It’s not his birthday, Elly,” Charlie frowned, walking in after his four-year-old sister, “It’s just a day where we celebrate him!”

“Oh,” Eloise mumbled, looking up at her dad confused, “So you don’t have two birthdays?”

Calum chuckled, shaking his head and crouching down to pull his excited four-year-old into his arms. Eloise always loved special days like Mother’s Day, Valentine’s day, and as of recent, Father’s day. Ever since Dovey had mentioned what he’d wanted to do that day in front of the kids, Eloise hasn’t stopped asking about Calum’s special day and what he wanted to do. Every day at breakfast she’d ask Calum how many days were left until it was time to celebrate and every night when Calum was tucking her in she’d tell him about how excited she was for him. Calum, who would love every day trying to make sure his daughter always was as happy and excited for life as she’d been that day, couldn’t have asked for a better present than a whole day with his family.

“No, El,” Calum chuckled and shook his head, standing up and bouncing Eloise on his hip, “But it does mean that I get to chose what we do today!”

“What did you decide on, bub?” Dovey asked and smiled as she handed Charlie his water bottle, “Or is it a surprise like last year?” she smirked.

Calum had always gotten to pick what the family did on Father’s Day. His first holiday as a dad was spent pushing a seven-month-old in a stroller around the beach, not the brightest idea, but the sun was warm and baby Charlie had been giggly. The year before had been spent across the ocean and far from home, the Hood family hiding away in the privacy of a rental home in Sydney. Every year, Calum got to pick what he wanted to do with his family and this year had been no different. All he wanted to do was see the smile on his kids’ faces and the look of adoration on his wife’s face. The only reason he’d told Dovey his idea this time around was because they would need to pack for the kids and make sure they both had time off of work to do so.

“I was thinking we could go to the lake?” Calum grinned, looking as the two kids gasped and cheered.

They’d been to the lake plenty of times, enjoying the summer breeze and sun while the water outside the usual place they rented shone. It was the place where Calum had caught his first fish with Charlie, both of them too squeamish to do much about it besides throw it back into the water. He’d taken Dovey and Duke there years before their two kids had arrived, the snowy mountaintops hiding them away from the peering eyes of the world. And they’d even gone to the lake for Eloise’s second birthday, the giggling toddler splashing the day away by the shore as their friends and family enjoyed a barbecue in the April sunshine. Calum couldn’t think of a better place to spend a few days away, and maybe Father’s day was the perfect excuse to ditch town and hide away in their special cabin.

Dovey, who was the most amazing wife and Calum still wondered how he’d gotten so lucky, had already packed and stored their weekend bags away in the car. Her dramatic gasp and giggled that joined the children made Calum’s heart race and even if this day was all about him, he had her to thank for it. Without Dovey, he would’ve never become a father and would’ve never had two kids currently attached to his hip as he packed some snacks for their ride up to the lake. She’d changed his life the second she’d told him she was pregnant and ever since that moment, Calum Hood had never been happier to be alive. He was a father and that’s all that ever really mattered, sure he still loved the band and going out to create music, but being able to come home and see his kids was so much better. He was there for the food days where they’d both talks his ear off about school or something exciting they did with their mom and he was there for the bad days when stuffy noses and clogged ears meant he’d have one of them on his chest snoring the day away. He was a father and nothing would ever top that for him.

“Papa?” Charlie asked as he looked out at the passing scenery, “Is Duke my older brother?”

“What makes you say that, bud?” Calum asked with a chuckle, his eyes moving up to the rearview mirror to look at his son.

“Well mama always calls him your baby and he was here before me and Elly,” Charlie shrugged, patting the old dog’s head who was happily snoring away on his lap, “I think it’d be cool if he was my brother.”

“Well, then I guess he is, in a way, your brother.”

“Papa?”

“Yes, Eloise?”

“Is he my brother too?”

The questions continued for much of the journey up to the lake, each kid taking a turn to ask Calum a question and giggle at his response. That was one part of parenthood that Calum hadn’t realized would be his favorite. He rarely used to love answering questions, years of interviews with the same five questions being thrown at them making him numb, but his kids could ask him the same question all day long and he’d happily answer it to hear their giggles or the hum they gave as they thought it over. But as the sunshine high in the sky and the fresh air floated in through the open sunroof, the two kids quieted down until all they let out were quiet snores.

It wasn’t until the car pulled into the driveway of the familiar cabin that Calum had finally felt at ease. The past couple of months had been hectic and Calum was glad to finally let loose and not have to worry about anything but spending time with his family. He carried the two sleeping kids into the living room, laying them both down before helping Dovey with the bags from the car. The two of them unpacked and made a quick lunch for everyone while the kids napped and it wasn’t until the morning sun was high in the sky that they heard the snores fade and be replaced by giggles.

“Papa, can we color your hair?” Eloise asked excitedly, the toothy grin she gave Calum a weakness she knew and used often.

“What color are we thinking this time around, sweets?” Calum asked and chuckled as he helped the little one change into her favorite orange swimsuit, “Maybe pink again?”

“No! Charlie and I want green!”

“And yellow, papa!” Charlie nodded, his legs swinging off the side of the bed as Dovey slathered him with sunscreen, “And red like Uncle Ash!”

“Maybe once we get back home we can do that, yeah?” Calum chuckled and nodded, “It’ll look so cool!”

The rest of the day was spent with one another, with a lot of laughs and giggles from everyone. It was spent lounging by the lake and taking in the sun, making piles of sand into a tiny city while Eloise and Charlie fought over where the dog store would be. It was having a barbecue on the porch and drinking sweet lemonade while Calum told the kids the latest story in Luke’s new puppy adventures. If Calum could’ve imagined the perfect Father’s day, it would’ve been that day. All he needed was his wife, his two kids, Duke who’d been snoring inside all day, and the beautiful view of the lake from outside the living room. He’d been lounging on the couch, listening to Dovey retell the story of how she and Calum had met all those years ago to the two kids who’d hung on her every word.

“But now your papa and I have to clean up that bathroom that you all made a mess in,” Dovey teased, her eyes meeting Calum’s who only smirked, “Why don’t you two watch a movie with Duke, yeah?”

“Happy Father’s Day, Dove.” Dovey whispered and smiled, her lips pressing up against Calum’s as her arms pulled him in between her spread legs, “You’re an amazing daddy,” she teased.

“Yeah?” Calum chuckled and kissed her shoulder, her skin warm against his wandering lips, “Glad you think so, baby girl.”

“Mhm, of course, I do,” Dovey breathed out, her head tilting back as Calum’s lips traveled from her shoulder to her neck, “Maybe we should make you a father again.”

Calum chuckled softly and pulled Dovey’s hips closer to his, both of them groaning at the feeling of the other against them, “We both know that’s not happening anytime soon lovebug.”

“Ugh, yeah no, the thought of pushing another child out of me has me wanting to push you out of this bathroom,” Dovey teased and giggled as she squeezed Calum’s hips with her thighs.

“And on my special day?” Calum teased, smirking as his hands found their way up to the soft flesh on Dovey’s chest, giving them both a soft squeeze.

“Cal-“ Dovey whimpered out, groaning as she heard the inevitable sound of Eloise opening doors to look for them both, “She’s your kid,” she huffed and shook her head.

“Fuck, you stay right there and don’t move. I’ll be back soon.”

Soon, Dovey learned was pretty much never. 

As she walked out of the bathroom, with the pit in her stomach still burning and her thighs squeezing together to find relief, she hasn’t expected to find Calum and their two kids snoring on the couch. The sun and the dip in the cool lake had tired them out and Dovey couldn’t help but snap a picture of her family. They were crazy and sometimes things got chaotic, tears were shed and giggles were echoed throughout a home they’d built. It was chaos and love and everything Dovey could ever ask for. She pulled a blanket over the three snoring bodies, each one mimicking the other’s squishy cheeks and drooling mouth before pressing a kiss to Calum’s forehead.

“Happy Father’s day, Thomas.”

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[be-ready-when-i-say-go]

Inspired partially by the twitter trend of The Face Vs. The Face Sitting On It and just in time for Valentine’s Day! 

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While sitting in the car, you watch out the window. Folks buzz around you--some folks looking content, strolling about their day. Others are flitting around, a bit of crease in their forehead. And you feel for them. You know those days where there’s just not enough hours in the day to get it all done. Or it’s when one thing sets off a spiral of all terrible things. Or when you just don’t wake up on the right side of the bed. You know that crease all too well because currently you were having a bad sleeping week. 

You were getting tired when you were supposed to but the second you put your head on the pillow your brain was hot wired--keeping you up with all the things you needed to do, hadn’t done, all the appointments you had kept pushing off. It was finding the littlest things to find that anxiety and keep you staring up at the ceiling. Calum noticed the tossing and turning and tried his best to lull you to sleep this week, fixing you tea in the evening, getting you off your phone or laptop a couple hours before bed. He even started reading to you, but your ears picked up on the white noise of everything in the house. Your brain picked up the embarrassing memory that you hadn’t even considered in decades and now holding it in front of your mind’s eye for hours on end during the week. 

Like right now, you should’ve been at home sleeping. Your work was giving you a long weekend and you really could’ve used the time to catch some extra Z’s, but you were, admittedly, a little scared to stay home. Sure maybe you did fall asleep cuddled up next to Duke. But you worried that you’d stay up, worry yourself sick some more so when Calum told you he had some errands to run you immediately tagged along. The time running around would hopefully tire you out enough that when you got home you could actually fall asleep. 

So after Calum’s personal training session in the morning, which you sort of tagged along for, but mostly went through your own routine and getting a solid breakfast, you two were now buzzing around from store to store. Calum had gotten most of the grocery the other day, but he forgot a couple things so your first objective was to grab those and bring them back up. He then had to go to the post office to mail out his mother’s birthday cards and a few other things. 

While in the line at the post office, your head tucked into his back, Calum got a phone call from a guitar shop on the other side of time about a new model that had just come in. Calum had been eying it for ages, but he didn’t want to be reckless with his money especially after getting some work on his teeth and to the house. So he asked the guitar shop to keep an eye out for when more stock arrived in case it sold out before Calum felt comfortable spending a large sum of money like that again. 

The store agreed to set one off to the side for him and could keep it on hold until the end of the day. Which was perfect--still gave the two of you time to get lunch. You didn’t need to get anything, didn’t need to do anything. But even after lunch, Calum made one more pit stop. Here now at the gas station, you sit peering through the windshield and can see a mother with her two sons walking from the doors. They boys hold brightly colored icees in their hand, each clutching a bag field with goodies. 

You aren’t entirely sure whey Calum needed to stop here for anything. It’s not like he needed stamps, since he got those at the post office. He hadn’t pulled in to get gas. Lunch had been filling, though you tried not to stuff yourself too much just because you knew that on a long car ride, the last thing you wanted to do was be uncomfortably full. 

The door opens again, Calum strutting through with his glasses covering his eyes and resting comfortably atop the chubby cheeks. Barely hanging from the crook of his fingers is a brown plastic bag. The doors click open and he climbs into the driver seat. The guitar shop wasn’t that far, but today seemed to be a busy day on the road. Took you all too long just to get to the grocery store this morning. 

“Snacks?”

“Was craving something sweet after lunch.” 

You peer into the bag as he hands it over to you. Some gummy bears, gum, a bar or two of chocolate you can’t quite tell. You set it onto the floor at your feet. “Let me know when you want something.” But he’s already tearing into a Twix bar when you glance at him. “Or not,” you laugh. 

“The other stuff is for you--if you want to indulge. Can’t forget ya,” he pushes the glasses down for just a moment to wink at you and then looks into the rearview mirror. 

“Do you think you’re going to get this one?” you asks as the SUV rolls out from the parking lot and onto the asphalt of the highway. 

“Hmm, maybe. Gotta see how it feels first.”

You nod at his question, resting your head into the cushion of the seat. And it goes quiet for a while. The radio plays softly in the background, and every so often the packaging crinkles as Calum downs more of the chocolate and caramel treat. 

“Valentine’s Day is coming up soon,” Calum states, while paused in a bit of traffic. “Got any ideas on what you want to do for it?”

You think for a moment. Valentine’s Day has never been your thing--being perpetually single does that to a person. “Restaurants are going to be a nightmare.”

“Yeah, they will be.” Another crinkle comes from the right side of the car and then his arm reaches behind your seat, finding the small bag of trash you stash there--though you have to be careful when Duke sits in the backseat. Generally though, he doesn’t mess with too much. “My mom sent me a recipe of hers. It’s really good.”

“I’d be down for cooking.”

“Nothing else? Don’t wanna go sky diving? Give me another heart attack?”

You laugh thinking about the first birthday you spent with Calum together as a couple. “You didn’t die.”

“But I did almost shit myself.”

“You can play on stage to thousands of people, but no, jumping from a plane is a no-go.”

“Yes, because I am a sane human.”

You huff out a small tuft of laughter and turn to look at him. One hand on the wheel with the stainless steel linked chain dangling from his wrist. His other arm is resting against the door, gently tapping out a beat with his long slender fingers. “Do you want to do anything?”

“Valentine’s Day,” he scoffs. “How long have we been dating? When have I ever been dying to do anything on some random day in February.” His statement doesn’t fall venomously from his mouth. He even looks over to you with a smile. “I don’t need one day out of 365 to declare my love for someone.”

And it’s true. While Calum wasn’t super accepting of love from new people, while it took you months to show Calum that you were trustworthy and not someone to keep at an arm’s length, once he cracked open, he oozed adoration and love for people. And you knew it was a defense mechanism. You knew that when someone did care as hard as Calum did it wouldn’t always be an easy thing to win over. 

Calum, when he finally let someone one, loved hard. It could be a random Tuesday in July or a Sunday in February, and he would make sure his love was known. He never needed a special occasion to send flowers, to cook dinner, to offer to drive you to doctors appointments because he knew that sometimes you got too nervous or flustered by them to drive but did manage to push through if absolutely necessary. He’d easily pick up some gloves and an extra sponge if he saw you wiping down the walls in the kitchen or wiping through the counter. He kept fridge cleaning days marked on the calendar. And when you added reminders to wash bed sheets to the shared one, he also include rest breaks for you too. 

Calum had never needed someone to force him to show appreciation. 

“I mean, there is the option to literally do nothing on Valentine’s Day. Like treat it as any other day.”

“That’s still something,” he countered, turning on his signal and switching out from the middle lane. His exit was approaching in another mile and a half. 

“Oh fuck off,” you laugh. “We can’t cease to exist that day. Bare minimum we need to convert oxygen into carbon dioxide.”

Calum laughs softly, showing some of his teeth too. “Fair, fair. There’s another Netflix documentary coming out, true crime one. I forget what it’s fully about, but I think it’s about a serial killer if you’d be down to start it then?”

“When would I ever turn down the opportunity to be a detective with you?”

“You haven’t yet,” he states with laughter in his voice. 

“And I never will.” The ramp takes the two of you down and down and soon you’re winding through streets and not too far you can see the shopping center coming into view. He pulls into the lot of the shop and the two of you step out in unison. 

The bell above the door chimes as he opens it for you and you smile often in your thanks. “Hey, Calum!” one of the guys at the register calls out. The store is fairly empty. But you’re not shocked on a Tuesday afternoon. 

“Hey, Derek. How’s it going?” Calum heads directly over to the counter and you look up to the left wall, at the records on display.

“Let me know if you need anything,” the second guy states to you, “or if you want to see anything.” He’s younger than Derek, both look to be equally tattooed from the pieces that peek out from the short sleeve work shirts, but his face is significantly brighter. 

“Thanks,” you return and go back to the displays. You can hear Calum and Derek chatting but slowly tune it out, make it background noise to the music playing through the speakers. 

You turn to walk towards the back where more instruments sit and you can see Calum leaning into the glass display of the counter. The palms of his hand pressed into the metal edge. The sunglasses sit on top of his head and you notice the younger guy glancing over at you again.

He nods again and then goes back to his computer. Nothing else is said. And you look over the stringed instruments, ukuleles, some violins and then you spin around again, done with that lap and go to head up to Calum. “See anything?” he asks. 

You shake your head. “You’re the musically talented one. I just nod and smile when you talk about it.”

Derek returns, a case in hand. He comes out from the hinged doors that separate the sales floor from the registers and back of the store. You scoot a little closer to the display as the case is transferred over. Calum takes it easily heading to the corner you just abandoned to sit and check out the instrument. It’s a beautiful deep green, almost reminds you of the thick Washington forest. The body is slender. 

“That’s a pretty cool color,” you note, watching Calum work his fingers over the frets. 

He grins up at you. “Think so?” You give another nod. He doesn’t inspect it long before you can see the desire to give in crosses his face. 

Derek’s standing close by and you turn to him and keep your voice as close to a whisper as you can while still being heard. “What’s a bass like that cost?”

He rattles off the price, one eyebrow slightly raised over the other. You know Calum will riot--he’ll pitch a fucking fit. But you reach into your wallet and slide out your card. You had been saving--for a year. You wanted to do something big for Calum. You just didn’t know what it was yet specifically though you had some ideas, a bass was top of the list.  But you didn’t want to try and go out and buy a bass without consulting him, without getting an understanding of what he liked. You thought about maybe a really good leather jacket and some more boots. He loved the ones he had, wore them as much as he could. 

And when you mentioned possibly getting him more, he told you the ones he had were still in good shape. Calum wasn’t the type to just buy clothes to buy them. He indulged here and there, but always made a point to wear something he had down before replacing it. You’d tease the subject a couple more times after that, but he never took the bait and you weren’t going to force him into a thing he didn’t want or need. 

But it’s clear to you that this is something he wants. But he’ll tussle with himself and never give in on it. It’s pricer than you thought it would be. But you too were being smart, having finally paid off the last of your car, you start moving those payments to savings and it helped a great deal. You were fine. You get insurance and the whole deal as Derek advises. By the time you slide the receipt back across the counter, Calum comes back to the registers. “I appreciate you holding it for me, man. But I don’t think I can right now.”

Derek looks at you and you look down into the glass. “It’s--it’s yours, dude.”

“What?” Calum breathes behind you. 

“They-uh, they paid for it,” Derek says, nodding at you.

You can feel the heat in your body now and spin around to face Calum in a rush. “Consider it a not Valentine’s Day gift.”

“What? What are you talking about?”

“Ever since I finished paying off my car, I saved the payments to do something nice for you. Didn’t know what it was going to be for sure. But I know you, Calum. You’d want something and tell yourself no. I mean you can treat yourself sometimes.”

“You-you didn’t?” His eyes are rapidly blinking, head shaking like he doesn’t want to believe you. Like he can’t believe you as his mouth mumbles out, “No,” repeatedly. 

“It’s yours,” you nod. “It’s really yours.”

If it weren’t for the weight of the bass, you’re sure Calum would’ve tipped over, maybe even rushed to Derek to hand the case back over, but instead he’s weighed down, chained to this spot in the blue speckled carpet of the store, still repeating, “No,” softly. 

“‘I hate to break it to you, but you’re gonna have to find space in your office for it now. Because I refuse to return it.” You step forward, find the handle and slip your hands around it taking it from Calum. A small grunt leaves you and then you start to the door, throwing a thanks to Derek. 

The lights to the SUV blink and you can hear the locks clicking open as you push open the door to the store. “Wait--what are you doing?” Calum asks. 

“Open the trunk please,” you ask. 

“Let me do it,” he demands, stepping in close to take the case with the bass now. “What the fuck did you do? Baby, this is expensive.”

“It’s not a Valentine’s Day gift,” you answer again. “Because I love you. On a random Tuesday.”

He gets the instrument safely into the trunk and then closes it, watching dumbly as you climb into the passenger side. He walks to the driver seat and climbs in, taking you gently by the chin. “That was absolutely reckless and unnecessary-- ”

“I am just absolutely reckless and unnecessary then,” you counter, “because I’m not returning it.”

“--but thank you. Thank you so much,” he continues as if you hadn’t interrupted him. “I love you.”

“I love you.” Then it’s silent, as the two of your gaze at each other, watching what could almost be tears well in his eyes, but they don’t fall. 

“I don’t know what I did to deserve a person like you, but whatever it was, I’m glad I did it.”

“I’m glad you did it too.” The two of you return home, Duke rushing to the front door as the two of you step through it. Calum safely places the bass in his music room/office and returns shortly after to help you decide on what to order for dinner. 

As the two of you settle onto the couch, Calum takes your hand and presses a kiss to teach knuckle. “I’m gonna teach you how to play.”

“You know we’ve done this before.”

“And you were good at it.”

“I was alright at it.”

“It’ll be your bass,” he whispers. 

“I bought it for you,” you return tossing your head back to look at him. 

He kisses your lips. “Yeah, but it’ll be the one that I teach you to play for real one and it’ll be yours--just as much as it is mine.”

“A true sap,” you laugh, but nod and return your focus back to the TV. 

In the week that follows, Calum makes sure to take an hour in the evenings to set you down and pick up on the lessons. They fizzled out as work for the both of you picked up. But now things are a bit more calm. He sits next to you, assessing what you remember from last time and correcting finger placements as needed, but they go smoothly. 

When Valentine’s Day does come, Calum pulls you back into bed for just five more minutes of sleep. And five minutes turns into half an hour. But finally you two pull yourself out from the sheets, figure out what to do in the midmorning that results in food being consumed and then you slowly gravitate towards different sections of the house. 

There’s still a bit of laundry to be done and Calum takes Duke out for just a little bit. The two of you migrate back together by mid afternoon. He finds you making a quick lunch and presses a kiss to your cheek. You turn to face him, squeezing at his. “I bought some face masks,” he offers. “Care to join me in doing the bare minimum of converting oxygen into carbon dioxide after your lunch?”

“Don’t see how I could pass up such a wonderful offer? You want anything?” He shakes head, mentioning grubbing on some of the leftovers earlier while you took a nap. 

With your lunch done and the plates cleaned, you find Calum in the bedroom and let him know you’re ready for the face masks. He shuffles to the bathroom. “I hope I got the right one for you,” he mutters. “I got them forever ago it feels, so who the hell knows what I got.” His laughter is soft as he rummages through the bins under the skin. 

“I’ll be in the office,” you tell him and he nods, still pulling bins out. You settle into the couch and spy the green bass still on the stand from yesterday. You pull it into your lap and sling your arm over it. The amp next to you is off, you know but you still pluck away at it as if it were on. 

Calum shuffles in a few minutes later. “Um, babe. It’s off.”

You don’t reply but do look up. He holds up three different packages. “Here’s to hoping one of these is worthwhile.” You place your bass back to the stand and take one that sounds like one you’re okay with using. Calum hands you a towel so you can wipe your fingers off after you get it placed onto your face. He helps get it right and then you help him with his and the two of you slip onto the couch, legs entangled and leaning into opposite ends of the couch.

You laugh at Calum’s story as you scroll mindless through app after app. In the boredom you snap a picture of Calum with the face masks on and don’t think too much of it, saving it to the album with all the silly and cute photos of him are--there are tons. 

“I mean the sun is a star. Though the ones we see have been dead for a long time.”

Calum taps your leg with his foot. “It was a simple question--to be the sun or the stars. I didn’t ask for this philosophical crisis.”

“Why would it not weigh in your decision! If you’re a star like the ones we see at night, you’re technically already dead. You wanna be dead?” You huff, sitting up. 

“I mean, no, but c’mon.”

“It’s a valid thing to consider, that’s all I’m saying!”

He laughs. “Okay, sun or the moon?”

“You first,” you return and just then your alarm on your phone goes off. The two of you shuffle back to the bathroom and take off the masks. 

“Moon, maybe,” he counters. 

You nod. “Fitting. When should we get started on that recipe of your moms? Is it super involved?”

“Nah, it’s pretty easy. Normal time should be good. I’m going to read outside if you want to join.”

“Maybe in a bit.”

Calum nods, grabbing his book as he passes through the bedroom and the patter of Duke’s claws follow behind him. You go back to the music room, turn on the amp and then actually play a little something. It’s nothing fancy--just the arrangement you put together with Calum as a practice exercise once. You play it for a bit, adding a little flair. When you phone rings, you pause to answer it. You wouldn’t normally, but the number looks semi recognizable so you answer it. 

It’s just a scam call and you hang up but then notice some other notifications. Before you realize it, you’re deep into Twitter. You’ve run across the trend of people posting pictures of themselves and their significant others with the caption, The Face Vs The Face Sitting On It. It made you laugh just a little bit at first. And then you kept going down the rabbit hole. Some are silly, most are good pictures. 

While it’s not exactly secret that you and Calum are dating, you two don’t post too much. Calum isn’t incline to post on social media in the first place and while you use it a bit more than him, you try not to post too much about him out of respect. However, as you look tap on quote retweet and bring up your photos you think maybe one silly post wouldn’t hurt. So you grab the one of him recently with the face masks and then one of yourself--it’s silly too, a little blurry too in the darkness that it was taken in. 

You hit post and watch the likes come in. Then keep scrolling. Eventually you have to put the bass away and peel yourself from the couch to find Calum and see if he’s hungry enough for dinner. Just as you round the corner to the office, you spy him stepping through the glass sliding backdoor. “Hungry?” you ask. 

He nods, “Yeah.”

The two of you, with Duke trotting ahead, make your way down the hallway and into the kitchen. “You’re funny,” he states, washing his hands first. 

“Thank you. I’ll be here until you kick me out.”

He laughs. “No, the pictures you posted. On Twitter.”

You’re shocked that he noticed it that fast. Normally it took him a bit longer to see silly stuff like that. “Hope you don’t mind.”

“Nah. What I hope you don’t mind is my reply.”

At first you’re nervous. Calum could’ve gone one of two ways--super silly and broke out even worse photos of you possibly not sober or he went super on trend with it and pulled out a photo of you done up for a date night. Not that you preferred one over the other, but sometimes you liked to keep your relationship light on social media. It was easier that way. There wasn’t any real pressure that way. Though the fans seemed to have enjoyed it when you posted more posed and serious content. 

You liked to keep it a bit more real. You and Calum didn’t do the whole nine yards a lot--you two were normal people who hated getting out of bed some days and went as well into the afternoon before showering at times and walked Duke and went to doctor’s appointments like everyone does. So you always opted for a bit of a joke, a silly Tweet or photo whenever you could. 

“What did you post?” you ask. 

He shrugs, taking up the knife to dice the onion. “I’m not telling you.”

You glance at the printed out recipe and get a pan on the aisle over medium heat before pulling out your phone. As you load the app, you listen to the snap of the knife fitting the wooden cutting board. You type Calum’s name and tap onto his profile. 

While there’s is silly--I do want to take a moment to show off my favorite person in the world. So here we go, The Face Vs. The Face Sitting On It. Below is attached a picture of him--you snapped while you two were out for lunch one day. The black t-shirt tight around his biceps as he slyly grins into the camera. The lights in the background are just barely in focus of the resturant and Calum’s glancing out of the window next to him. You remember that you were recording him, or at least you thought you were, and told him that he was handsome. Not the first time, but everytime he did, he blushed and turn away. And you captured it here too. 

The photo of you is actually one with him in it. The guys got together and did a big family dinner and the two of you posed at Crystal’s request in the slightly matching outfits. You hadn’t intended to match--though black was a staple in both your wardrobes. You were a bit different thanks to the pop of color in your shoes, but in the lighting of the street lamp, you had to admit that you did look hot. The first couple of  buttons on your shirt you were undone and with your hands tucked into the pockets, you looked like you owned shit. 

“While I hoped that you’d go with something more silly, I will take this,” you finally say. 

“That picture is literally my background for a reason,” he returns. 

You kiss his cheek and then trace over the stubble with your teeth to his ear. “Can I make a reservation for tonight?”

“The table is reserved for you literally at all times,” he returns in a breathe. 

“Good,” you laugh and then glance back to the recipe. 

[tuney-and-looney]

Hey! Me again. So...valentines day is coming up. Dp you have any BugsxElmer headcanons about them celebrating it? [Just not to explicit, please.] 😀

absolutely tootly rootly, my mutual.

- bugs’s favorite type of flower during this time is pink roses, but more on the pastel side. he thinks they’re traditional enough to be found in lots of places but not too common that everyone will have them and he won’t feel too special (he’s petty like that sometimes, ya know)

- elmer loves white roses. he sees the meaning behind them as beginning a new chapter. even after years of dating bugs, elmer still feels that sort of “honeymoon phase” whenever he’s with him. plus, it could also stand for the loyalty of their relationship as well, sticking through and being there for each other no matter what!

- bugs will probably do the cooking in the morning (a very rare occurrence). he would whip up some nice pancakes with strawberries cooked into, eggs, and some toast with jam. he’ll try his best to make it look as good in presentation. he’ll let elmer sleep in as late as he wanted/definitely needed.

- elmer would wake up, spooked a little at first that bugs isn’t sleeping in the bed with him. after he hears the sizzling in the kitchen (comically large smell steam included), he’ll start to calm down. he mentally prepares for everything to go perfect and peachy keen. he goes into the bathroom, showers (he’s normally a night shower person), and makes sure he doesn’t look like a wreck.

- both of them are feeling lovey-dovey, and nervous. they want everything to be absolutely wonderful and unforgettable. it doesn’t feel like a lot on the outside, but their guts are full of butterflies doing somersaults.

- they eat breakfast, mostly in silence, constant stares and blushes all around. bugs got some really good and expensive coffee grounds and brewed some, but forgot to give some to elmer when it was hot. they eventually drank it cold with ice and sweet oat milk.

- they mostly spend the morning lounging, cuddling on the couch and watching their skits. just being close towards each other felt amazing enough to have. nothing too fancy. bugs kept complimenting elmer, with the common response being a blush, smile and denial, and bugs kissing him after, confirming that what he said is true, now and forever.

- they almost ran late for their spa appointment, got too distracted with the feels. going into the seperate rooms made elmer feel a bit stressed; being by himself causes him to overthink a lot. elmer got a lot of tissue massages on his back (stress knots, mostly) and a facial, while bugs got a full body fur treatment. they both come out without a care in the world. bugs couldn’t stop staring after, little hearts floating around once in a while.

- for dinner, they decided on Bosko’s. They always go there for really special occurrences. plus, it’s private enough so that paparazzi can’t get in and invade the mood (they were following them a bit towards the place, though). Bosko and Honey made sure that they got the “Honeymoon Special” (red silk tablecloth, candelabra in the middle, silverware with gold flourishes, etc.). everything felt so extra, but that’s exactly what bugs and elmer wanted.

- when they eventually got home (around 9:00 pm or so), both of them had surprise gifts for the other.

- bugs got elmer a white rose bouquet, comically large chocolate box, really cheesy sleeping mask (like think mom joke cheesy), some chamomile tea with melatonin, and some energizing face masks.

- elmer got bugs a few pink roses, a carrot cookbook, some really nice shampoo and conditioner for his fur (funny given the earlier spa), some exquisite carrot tea, and a 24k gold necklace with small hearts.

- however, bugs saved the best for last. he pulls out a medium sized box (not small enough for a ring). it’s a nice gold bracelet (yay, matching jewelry!) with the inscription:

“l’amour est plus fort que tout - bugs” love is stronger than anything.

elmer starts crying, tears of overwhelmed happiness streaming down. he’s never felt more safe, more cared for, than he is with bugs. and bugs wants him to know that whenever elmer feels any doubt towards bugs loving his imperfect self (he DOES ask a lot about that), this bracelet shows just a fraction of how much bugs loves him.

- they kiss passionately this time, both crying ugly tears, but happy ones at that. they never want this day, this one moment, to end.

[crystalwillow]

Fixing A Broken Heart

Paring: Ethan x Casey w/ Bryce & Sienna. (a little bit of Bryce x Casey)

 Tagging: @eleanorbloom @brycelahelalover

“Casey honey! It’s time to get up and ready for your new school!”

Casey opened her eyes, groaning groggily as she took in the light that flooded into her room through the cracks in her curtains. She yawned as she got up from under the covers, throwing  the curtains open before opening her door, finding her mom smiling at her.

“Ready for breakfast honey pie?”

“Yeah.”

She followed her mom to the kitchen as she rubbed sleep from her eyes and took a seat at the table. She took her hair out and threw it back up in a messy bun, so it wasn’t in her face as she ate, smiling at her mom as she placed her favorite pop tarts and a slice of toast on the table in front of her.

“Thanks mom.”

“You’re welcome sweetie.” Her mom smiled as she kissed her forehead. “Now you remember what time the bus leaves, don’t you?”

“I do mum. 8:15am sharp from the stop just down the road.”

“Great! Don’t be late okay?”

“But I thought you were taking me today?”

“Oh Casey. I forgot to tell you last night. I have an interview this morning that starts at the same time as school does for you.”

“Oh...”

“I’m sorry honey. I know that I promised. Why don’t I buy us Chinese tonight as a treat?”

Casey thought her mothers words over for a brief moment, before settling her face into a happier expression.

“Yeah. Okay. You’ll remember the special noodles I like?”

“I could never forget after your freak out when you were 8 years old. You’d never let it go.”

The two shared a chuckle and a hug before Casey’s mom said goodbye and headed out the front door. After finishing her breakfast, Casey placed her plate in the sink and headed upstairs to grab a shower, get dressed and check her bag had everything she would need. At 8:05am she set off to the bus  stop just down the road to wait for the bus to school. The ride was bumpy, loud and had an uneasy setting for Casey. Everyone was looking at her as if she was some type of extraterrestrial being. When the bus stopped outside the school stop, she was the last one off. She hugged herself as she walked towards the front doors of the school building. Anxiety and fear eating away at her. Not knowing where to go by herself she wandered the halls until she came across the one door she was looking for. The principal’s office. She knocked politely and waited to be called in.

“Come in!”

Casey opened the door and stuck her head in and met the principal’s face which changed into a friendly smile upon seeing her.

“Ah. You must be new.”

“Y-yes ma’am. My name i-is C-Casey. Va-Valentine.”

“Come in my sweet. There’s no need to be nervous.” The principal smiled at her warmly.

Swallowing harshly, Casey opened the door fully and stepped inside the office, closing the door behind her and sitting opposite the principal as she finished typing some things on her computer. As she waited, Casey looked around the office noting the name plaque on the principals desk. ‘Principal. B. Witherspoon’

Clearing her throat, principal Witherspoon smiled as Casey snapped her attention towards her.

“S-sorry.”

“For?”

“Looking around. I-it was rude of me.”

“Relax darling. It’s okay.” She offered Casey a kind smile which was half returned. After helping Casey sort her schedule, she walked her to her first class, knocking on the door, walking in and smiling at the teacher.

“Sorry for the interruption, Mr. Nelson. I have a new student for you.”

Casey stood behind the principal and nervously gave the teacher a wave.

“Thank you, principal Witherspoon.”

The principal smiled at Casey and gave her shoulder a quick rub. “You’ll be okay. Mr. Nelson is one of the best teachers we have at this school.”

Casey nodded and the principal left the classroom. Mr. Nelson introduced himself to Casey, and pointed her to a seat at the back of the room next to a boy with long-ish brown hair and glasses. His expression stoic, and eyes that were bluer than any ocean she had ever seen in her life so far. She was so mesmerized by the boy that she almost tripped over another students bag.

“Careful!” The boy who she was staring at exclaimed. Narrowly stopping the accident.

“Huh? Oh! Th-thank you.. um..”

“Don’t mention it.”

Casey took her seat and pulled out her notebook and pen. At the front of the class Mr. Nelson had minimized the PowerPoint and was looking at the class.

“Now. We will now take a few minutes to get to know our new classmate.”

“UM.. well uhhhh.” Casey stammered looking for words, and around the room panicked. She knew this would happen a lot to day, but introducing herself always made her nervous. She could feel a panic attack starting to bubble up inside of her, that’s when as if she was in some movie or a story her eyes met the boys ocean blue ones. They were full of kindness and patience as she stared into them, a small smile crept onto her face. As if she was giving him a silent thank you, he gave her a small and subtle nod. Taking a deep breath to calm herself down, Casey rose to her feet and smiled at the class.

“Well, my name is Casey Valentine. I’ve transferred here from a school in California. Uhhh, I live with my mum and our dog snowball.” At the mention of her dog’s name, her eyes went wide with horror. “Oh no! I forgot to feed snowball!”

Seeing the panic creeping onto her face, Mr. Nelson done his best to calm her down.

“Now it’s okay Casey. He’s going to be okay. It will be okay.”

Casey sat in her seat and slumped over on her desk as she tried to calm herself down. She knew deep down that he would be okay, but right now she feared she’d go home and find him dead. After that the day passed in a blur of introductions and hard work. When she returned home she called out to her mom but got no response. She looked around the whole house but there was no sign of her. Concluding that she was probably shopping, Casey headed to the kitchen, filling snowballs food and water bowls, crouching beside him as he ate the food enthusiastically.

“I’m so sorry I forgot to feed you this morning snow. It was careless of me.”

She stroked his fluffy coat for a few moments then headed to her room and started on her homework. After she had everything at her desk, she went to open her bedroom window and tie back her curtains. Casey was working hard on a math problem when her phone rang, a smile lit up her features when she saw the name of one of her best friends from back in California. She wasted no time in picking up the call, answering excitedly and with a new burst of energy.

“Sienna!”

“CASEY! I, well WE didn’t think you’d pick up.”

“We?”

“mhm! Bryce is here too!”

“Hey Cassie!”

“Hi Brycie!”

“UGHHHH CASEYYYYYYY. You know I don’t like you calling me thaaaattt!”

“But what fun is life if you can’t tease your friends every now and then?”

“... fine. I’ll let it slip this time. But only because I’m missing you”

“Hey! I miss her too you know!”

Casey chuckled as her two friends engaged in a playful fight on the other end of the line. The three chatted for hours as Casey done her homework, upon hearing the front door open and close again, Casey let out a sigh.

“Guys, I should go. I think my mum just come home.”

“AWWW. Do you really have to go?”

“Yes Bryce, I really have to go. But I’ll call you guys again at the weekend.”

“Awww...” Bryce sighed. Casey could practically hear the pout in his voice as Sienna spoke up

“We’ll look forward to your call! It’s not the same hanging out with out you. I hope we can do it again soon.”

“We definitely will you guys. I love you!”

“We love you too Casey!”

After saying a couple more goodbye’s Casey hung up and rushed down the stairs to the kitchen, following the smell of food.

“Mom? ... Mom!”

She ran over to her and hugged her from behind. She squeezed her eyes shut tightly, feeling all of the leftover anxiety and fear from the day flood out of her body as she relaxed.

“Oh! Hey honey pie. How was school?” Her mom asked as she hugged Casey back just as tightly.

“It was okay. I had to introduce myself a lot and I was a little bit scared at first. But I met some friendly faces who helped me out, so I didn’t make myself seem like too much of a fool.”

“Aw, my little girl isn’t a fool. She couldn’t be even if she tried. Though she is extremely goofy at times.”

“Mooommmm.”

Her mom laughed and ruffled Casey’s hair playfully.

“Now, can you set the table and I’ll come over to sort out the dinner.”

The two sat at the dinner table together, smiling and laughing as Casey’s mom asked her what her favourite class is so far. She would of course say Mr. Nelson’s class. Of course when she was asked why she gave the obvious answer.

“Mom.. really? You know that I love biology!”

She wasn’t going to let her mom know that there was a cute boy in the class that she was attracted to in some magnetic way. It was similar to how she felt for her friend Bryce. It’s why she enjoyed teasing him so much. But the feeling towards this boy in her new biology class was somehow a stronger version of what she felt for Bryce. Dinner passed by happily and after rinsing the dishes and  placing them in the dishwasher, Casey sat on the couch with her mom and they watched a movie together. After that, Casey was ready for bed. So she stood up and stretched out her limbs then smiled at her mom.

“I’m going to head to bed now. I’m exhausted after today.”

“Okay honey. Sleep well, see you tomorrow.”

“Night mom.”

“Goodnight Casey.”

--- That Weekend ---

Casey had just finished helping her mom put the groceries away when her phone pinged.

“Oh, mom. I promised Bryce and Sienna that I’d call this weekend. Is it okay if I go up and?”

“Of course. I’ll call you when dinner is ready.”

Thanking her mom and giving her a quick peck on the cheek, Casey ran upstairs to her bedroom and shut her door behind her. She hung her jacket up and put her shoes away before flopping on the bed on her stomach and sent Sienna a quick text.

Casey: Hey! Do you guys mind if I facetime you instead?

Sienna: We’d love that!

Casey: Cool, just give me a moment, I think snowball is outside my door!

She got up and opened her door, snowball walking in and jumping on her bed, making himself comfortable. Casey cuddled with him as she waited for Sienna to answer the call. After a couple of rings she picked up

“Bryce stop being so vein! It’s your hair! Casey isn’t going to care what you look like!”

“But I care what I look like Si!”

“Boys!” Sienna sighed with an eyeroll and Casey chuckled

“Hey there!”

“Casey! Hey!”

Sienna and Casey spoke between themselves whilst they waited for Bryce to stop messing with his hair. It took about 15 minutes but soon Bryce came into view of the camera, looking glum and annoyed.

“Awww, Brycie what’s wrong?” Casey asked.

“Shut up.” He pouted as he crossed his arms.

“You’re cute when you’re mad.”

There was a silence as Casey realized what she said after she had said it, turning beet red and giving a small and awkward cough, looking at snowball who now wanted to leave the room.

“One second guys. Snowball wants out.”

She got up and opened the door letting her dog go, before shutting it again and laying back on her bed. The awkwardness hung in the air for a little longer after Casey returned to her phone, before the slight tension was broke by Sienna’s dad coming up the stairs, calling out to her.

“Sienna sweetie? Are you up here?”

“In my room dad! I’m talking to Casey with Bryce”

“Ah darling. I’m going away on another long drive. I’ll be gone for about a week.”

“A week?!”

“... I know it’s difficult sweetheart but it’s all to help us out hey?”

Sienna sighs before hugging her dad tight and following him downstairs to say goodbye properly. Leaving Bryce and Casey alone for a few moments.

“Bryce?”

“Yeah?”

“Uh... for what it’s worth. Your bad hair day kind of suits you”

“...I- Thanks.”

They smiled at each other as Sienna came back and sat down. She took her phone from Bryce and smiled at Casey.

“Soooo...”

“So?... what?”

“Are you going to tell me more about this boy in your biology class?”

Casey blushed furiously as Sienna spoke in a teasing tone and Bryce tensed up a bit. Almost as if he was sensing competition. He looked at Sienna and then at the screen where Casey was still blushing brightly.

“Is everything okay with your dad Si?”

“Nu-uhh. We are not changing the subject Casey Valentine!”

“I have a question.” Bryce cut in. “Is he better looking than me?”

“What?”

“ooo, Bryce looking for the juicy gossip!”

Casey sighed and picked at her nails. “If you guys really want to know. Yes, he is cute. And kind. And misunderstood most of the time outside of class because of his brooding exterior but.. I’m his lab partner now and I’ve been getting to know him. He’s nice.”

“Ohmygosh” You like him!”

“No! I do not! I mean maybe I can see him being my first friend here on the East Coast... But other than that.. no!”

Casey blushed again and felt a pang of a feeling similar to guilt in her chest as she looked at Bryce’s expression.

“Bryce? Are you okay?” Casey asked, and Sienna turned to him.

“Do you feel alright? You’ve gone awfully pale...”

“I... I’m fine. I just, remembered that I need to run an errand before it gets too dark.” Bryce said and then left abruptly. Sienna and Casey shared a knowing look of sadness and understanding.

“He likes me as more than a friend, doesn’t he?”

“Yeah... It looks that way.”

Casey was about to speak again when she heard her mom calling up the stairs that dinner was ready. Turning back to the screen after calling back a quick okay, and smiled apologetically at Sienna.

“Sorry. I’ve gotta go. Mom just called for dinner.”

“Okay! Speak soon?”

“Definitely. Oh and Si?”

“Yeah?”

“When you see Bryce next, tell him to uh.. give me a call? I’d like to talk with him one on one.”

“Sure thing Case. Miss and love you!”

“Bye Si! Miss and love you too!”

The two girls waved goodbye to each other then hung up the call, and Casey put her phone to charge before heading downstairs. Her mom smiled at her as she entered the kitchen.

“How was the call with Sienna and Bryce.”

“It was good.” Casey sighed.

“Only good?”

“Well... me and Sienna kinda found out Bryce likes me when I told them about the boy in my bio class. He acted jealous and then made up this excuse about an errand before bolting off. It’s not like I’m even interested in the boy in bio that way. I only know his first name and that he’s passionate about bio like I am.”

Casey’s mom sighed and placed her hands around Casey’s.

“Listen. Boys are just as complex as girls. But you’re too young to be having boy drama Casey Valentine.” She booped her daughters nose and ruffled her hair, earning a small giggle from Casey before they dug into their meal.

After that night, the next few weeks went past in a blur. Casey heard from Sienna frequently but never heard a word from Bryce. Not one text or call for ages. Until one day she finally had enough of his avoidance game. She was at lunch by herself, and knowing he would most likely be in class, she dialed her old schools number. The scowl on her face was unmissable but she kept her tone level as possible as she spoke to the receptionist that answered.

“Hello, Greenfield Middle School. How may I help you?”

“Hi. It’s Casey Valentine. I’m a former student. I um. I would like to get a very angry message to Bryce Lahela in Mrs. Smith’s homeroom. Can somebody please tell him he is a big headed bitch with an overinflated ego, and he needs to just talk to me.”

“Woah. Sweetheart. You were a very sweet student here. Are things okay at your new school?”

“Things here are fine. I just want my friend to stop being mad at me just because he thinks I like another boy. I’ve wanted to talk with him about it for weeks now. But he’s ignoring me and it’s starting to effect my grades.”

“Okay well um.. We’ll get that message to him.”

Just then Casey froze as Ethan sat with her, opening his lunch box and pulling out his sandwich.

“Thank you. And um... I am so sorry for the harsh language.”

“It’s okay Casey. Goodbye now.”

“Bye.”

Sighing she hung up and placed her elbows on the table, resting her chin in her hands as she stared straight ahead. Ethan swallowed his food and took a sip of his drink, looking straight at Casey as he done so. He could practically see the gears in her brain working. “Are you okay?” He asked, but Casey was zoned out and could barely hear him. It wasn’t until the bell rang and brought her back to the present moment that she noticed Ethan was still sitting there. Looking at her as if he was studying a plant or something. “What?” she asked, and Ethan simply shrugged, slinging his bag over his shoulder.

“I guess I’ll see you in last period.”

“Uhhhh, right.” Casey tried to smile but it didn’t reach her eyes. It seemed pained and forced. She headed to her math class, trying her best to concentrate but her mind kept coming back to Bryce and figuring out he saw her as more than a friend, and somehow it hurt even more that he was ignoring her. Because deep down, she knew she kinda liked him back. She zoned out as she thought about what it would feel like to have his lips press softly against her own. It wasn’t until she heard the teacher shouting her name that she realized how far she had zoned out. Blushing, she snapped her attention back to the front of the class.

“Yes Miss?”

“What’s the answer to question 8c?”

Casey looked down at her text book and read the question, then set a determined look on her face as she turned her gaze back to the teacher at the front of the class. Giving her best smile, she cleared her throat to speak up.

“Of course Miss.The answer is t-“

But she was cut off by another student blurting out the answer. The teacher looking in their direction visibly annoyed.

“Is that what you were going to say Casey?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Pay attention to my class from now on okay?”

Casey gave a nod and the rest of the day dragged by. Even in last period she didn’t smile or engage with the practical properly. Ethan tried getting her to focus, but she just wasn’t in the mood. There was a point where Mr. Nelson had to send another female student to get her from the bathroom. When she returned, she sat in her seat next to Ethan but kept her head down. She had been crying. The one thing she never done at school, because it made her look ‘weak’ and like a perfect target for the popular people because she’s already showing she’s broken. At the end of the day when the school bell rang. She grabbed her bag, stuffing her things inside and rushed out the door and to the bus stop as fast as possible. When her bus arrived she jumped on and secured a seat at the back. Upon getting home, snowball greeted her at the door, but all she could manage to do was stroke his head as she shut the front door before running to her room, shutting the door behind her with a loud bang. Usually she was sad that her mom’s new job finished late, but today she was thankful. She had so many tears left to get out that she just laid on her bed and let them fall. As she was crying her phone rang, “Not the greatest timing Si.” she muttered as she rolled over and fished through her bag to get it out. Her eyebrows raised a little when she saw Bryce’s name across the screen, yet she didn’t answer because she didn’t need him to hear the brokenness in her voice right now. She left it to ring but suddenly this boy was relentless in his attempts at trying to contact her. She knew she should answer, but she just couldn’t. Crying was all she could do right now.

--- In California ---

“Come on pick up. Please pick up.”

Bryce paced in Sienna’s room as he waited for Casey to answer her phone. Sienna was sitting at her desk doing homework, or at least she was trying. Bryce had been pacing for about 5 minutes when she had finally had enough.

“Bryce could you please just sit down.”

“I can’t Sienna. She’s not answering. What if she’s in danger? What if she’s hurt somewhere. What if she’s... with him...” Bryce said, swallowing hard as he spoke his last words.

“Bryce.” Sienna sighed and got to her feet. “I’m sure she’s fine. She’s probably having dinner or time with her mom.  You know she’s three hours ahead of us now.”

“I know it’s just..... I really like her Si and I’m scared I’ve lost her to someone else.”

“Well.. Have you thought about the third possibility here?”

“Third possibility?”

“Yeah. That she’s ignoring you to show you how it’s felt for her these past few weeks. She’s usually so bubbly. But every phone call I’ve had with her recently.. she’s sounded deflated and not like the Casey we know and love so much.”

“Oh God. What if I broke her? She probably hates me now! I should never have stormed off like that when- Oh God.”

Bryce sat on Sienna’s bed, his hands now trembling as he dug his fingers into his hair and pulled. A mix of anger, guilt and sadness in his chest. “GODDAMNIT!” he said harshly through clenched teeth. Sienna sat next to him, placing a comforting hand on his back. In that moment he broke too. He let himself fall into Sienna shoulder as he sobbed. He said some words as he sobbed but she couldn’t make them out. Sienna was stroking Bryce’s arm as her bedroom door opened slowly and her mom popped her head in.

“Si? I heard a shout is everything o- Oh! What’s happened?”

“Just some girl trouble.”

“... This is about Casey isn’t it?”

Sienna looked at her mom shocked for a moment before looking at her sorrowfully and giving a small nod. Her mom came into the room and pulled up a chair near Bryce and Sienna.

“Look. I may be old. But I’ve seen the way you look at that girl Bryce. So what’s happened? Did she reject you? Has she got a boyfriend at her new school? What’s up?”

Bryce hiccupped as he tried to calm himself down to speak but it didn’t work. Every time he got ready to speak, emotion overwhelmed him again.  

“Casey is sort of crushing on this boy in her bio class. She won’t openly admit it. But what she has admitted is that she likes Bryce back. Only she’s giving him a taste of his own medicine because the last time they spoke, Bryce got jealous when she told us about this boy and stormed off. He hasn’t tried contacting her until tonight when she’s tried reaching out constantly. The only reason he’s snapped back to reality, is because she called the school office today and asked for a message to be passed on.”

“I see. Well, Bryce, maybe just wait it out? She’ll call you back. I’m sure she’s just a mess at the minute and doesn’t want you to hear her broken. I done a similar thing when I was your ages and had the attention of two very attractive boys.”

“Really? Mom, how come you’ve never told me this?!”

“Because I was saving the story. But it’s how I met your father. I fell in love with him and those boys ran home to nurse their wounded egos after being chewed out by your dad for showing me disrespect by fighting over me.”

Bryce sniffled and sat up straight, looking at Sienna’s mom with bright red circles around his eyes. Sienna handed him a tissue.

“Thanks Si.” He blew his nose and cleared his throat before speaking to Sienna’s mom.

“So what you’re saying is, if I want any chance of dating Casey I have to not fight over her with another guy like she’s a prize?”

“Exactly my sweet. Girls hate being treated like they’re some trophy prize in a race. They just want love, loyalty, respect and to get to know you. The real you that’s inside here.” Sienna’s mom patted her chest over her heart with a kind smile as she looked back at Bryce. “Treat her like the beautiful human she is and never lose track of the fact she’s just that. Human. Not a trophy.”

Bryce sniffled again and gave Sienna’s mom a grateful smile and a small nod.

“Thank you, Mrs. Trinh. I’ll remember that.”

“You better. Otherwise I’ll whoop your ass.”

The three laughed together and shared a hug, Sienna’s mom then leaving and heading back downstairs. Bryce looked at Sienna and gave a shy smile, eyeing the shoulder of her shirt.

“Sorry about soaking your shoulder.”

“It’s okay. You feel better now?”

“Much.” He smiled.

“Then I’m doing my job of being a friend well.”

“Are you kidding Si? You’re the best friend a guy like me could ask for!”

“Aw Bryce! You’ve gone all soft!”

Sienna carried on teasing him for a little while before her mom called them for dinner, and they rushed down the stairs. The aroma’s of another amazing homecooked meal hitting their nostrils before they were even half way to the dining room.

--- Back On The East Coast ---

Hours had passed since Casey had gotten in and cried herself to sleep as she waited for her mom to get home. Ignoring phone calls from Bryce. Since then she had been woken up, had dinner and spent some time with her mom. She now sat in her room at her laptop as she watched some videos on the internet. It was late but she couldn’t sleep. Everything was becoming too much. She paused her video and picked up her phone from her desk, taking it off charge. Her hand shook hesitantly over Bryce’s number before just pressing call. Finding herself immediately pacing the length of her room back and forth until he picked up.

“Casey! I uh mean.. Casey. Hey.”

She wanted to giggle at him. Hearing his voice after so long brought a smile to her face and renewed her energy.

“H-hey Bryce.” She spoke shyly down the phone. “Are you okay?”

“Ye- I- ... No. I’m not. I’m not okay at all.”

“Why? What’s wrong? Did you fail your math test again?”

Bryce let out a small chuckle as a soft smile spread itself on his features. She still had a sense of humor like his Casey always had. ... His Casey. He smiled even more at the thought of calling her that.

“...um Bryce? Are you still there? ... Hello?”

He snapped back to reality and cleared his throat.

“Hi. Yes, I’m still here hon- Casey.”

Damn it Bryce. Control yourself, she’s not your girlfriend yet. Casey smiled and continued talking.

“I’ve missed you Bryce.”

“I.. you have?”

“yes. I’ve hated every part of the last few weeks. At first Ethan helped me out a little. But-”

“Ethan?”

“Oh. Right. I never told you guys his name. The boy from my biology class. His name’s Ethan.”

“Oh. Okay.”

“If it helps. He doesn’t do relationships you know. He doesn’t want the distraction and I don’t even think he likes me back. So you have no competition. If that’s what this has been about.” Casey said and she stopped pacing and sat on her bed.

“Competition? I-, Yeah you’re right. I guess I did see him as competition.”

“Well you can relax. Okay Brycie?”

“Heh. I didn’t notice how much I missed you calling me that until now.”

“Sooo. Are we...”

“Yeah. We’re good.”

“Woop!”

Bryce chuckled at Casey, wishing he could hug her. He let out a long sigh, a clear indication that something was wrong, which immediately made Casey frown.

“What’s wrong, Bryce? Seriously. You’ve never sounded so glum.”

“I’ve never gone so long without being able to give you a hug.”

“... Our hugs. They were never just hugs were they?”

“What do you-”

“Bryce, come on. We’re both smart kids. Those hugs were more to you weren’t they?”

There was a brief silence on the other end of the line until Bryce let out another sigh. But this one sounded a little different.

“Yeah... they did. They were um... They were my way of saying that I like you more than you’ll ever know.”

Now it was Casey’s turn to be silent as she processed his words. He sounded so sure. Almost as if he wanted to say a different four letter L word, but wouldn’t. She could understand why. They were still young, how could they know what love actually is? That’s what older generations would say anyway. “You’re only 14, you wouldn’t know the meaning of love if it hit you in the face!” She let out a small laugh at the subtle obscenity of her thoughts, forgetting she was on the phone until she heard Bryce’s hesitant voice again.

“Um, Casey...”

“Ah! Hoooo. Don’t scare me like that!” She whined and Bryce chuckled.

“You zoned out huh?”

“... yeah.”

“Look. When can I see you again. I miss you so much! Sienna does too but-”

“I get it Bryce. You want to hug me again.”

“... yeah. I do.”

“There’s always the summer.”

“But... that’s ages away and I.. Well uh-”

He sounds so shy and different. Maybe his voice has broken a little bit? Casey didn’t know for sure, but his tone did sound a little deeper. They spoke for a little while longer before Casey started yawning, sleep quickly wanting to take over her body.

“Getting tired huh?”

“... mmm, yeah.”

“Then I shall let Sleeping Beauty go and get her Beauty sleep. Even though she looks beautiful with bags under her eyes too.”

“UM. RUDE!”

“Only being truthful...”

They laughed together, the sound genuine and full. Then they said their goodbyes and hung up, both going to bed to get what sleep they could. Glad they had gotten over the bump in their relationship at last.

The months passed by and suddenly spring break had arrived. Casey was waiting out the front of the school for her mom to come and pick her up when a figure stopped beside her. She was watching a video Sienna had sent her of Bryce doing something real goofy, so she didn’t speak or look up to greet whoever it was until the video finished.

“Oh, Ethan. Hi”

“Hey. Uh...”

She could see he was nervous, so she locked and bagged her phone then gave him a friendly smile.

“How can I help? Did I accidently keep your pen again?”

“No. Nothing like that.” He chuckled. Casey froze. It was the first time she had heard him chuckle so genuinely.

“...Oh. so uh, what’s up?”

“This is going to sound so stupid. But um. My dad is going to be working late and I’ve locked myself out of the house. Would it be okay if I uh.. came to yours until he could pick me up? I would ask someone else but you’re actually the only person I consider, a friend.”

Casey looked up as she saw a car, her mom smiled and waved at her through the window. Casey smiled and waved back, then turned her attention back to Ethan.

“Let me just ask my mom. It should be okay, but I wouldn’t want to do anything wrong.”

“Yeah. Sure.” He smiled at her and she walked to the car, opening the trunk and throwing her bag in before opening the passenger side door, sticking her head in.

“Hey mom? Ethan’s locked himself out of his house. Could he come home with us until his dad can pick him up later?”

“Sure honey.”

“Thanks mom.”

She stood up straight and called out to him, he walked over and got in the back as Casey secured her front seat and turned on the radio, singing along to the pop songs all the way home. When they got inside, snowball raced towards Casey almost knocking her over.

“Hey boy!” she exclaimed as she crouched down and ruffled his furry coat as he licked her face. “Oh! I’ve missed you too buddy! Did you have a good day?”

Snowball woofed excitedly and Casey grinned back, pretending to understand, talking back in between each woof. Her mom made her way to the kitchen as Ethan stood by the now closed door awkwardly.

“An adventure?! Into space? ... No way! You’ll have to take me next time. I’d love to see your rocket ship!” She giggled as snowball jumped on her, giving her a hug before walking off to find Casey’s mom. She stood up and turned to Ethan, still smiling.

“Is that-?”

“That’s snowball yeah.”

“He seems very.... Energetic.”

Casey threw her head back a little as she laughed and nodded. “He is. But he’s such a lovely dog.”

She was about to suggest going upstairs when Ethan’s stomach interrupted the unspoken thought as it grumbled loudly.

“Would you like a snack? We have plenty of supplies.”

“Oh. No. I couldn’t take your food. I’m only taking shelter here until I can go home.”

At that moment Ethan’s phone pinged. His face fell as he read the message.

“Ethan.. what is it?”

“My dad.. He um. Won’t be able to get me until the morning. Where am I going to go now?”

“You can stay in our guest room. Or we could have a sleepover in the living room.”

“A sleepover? That’s ridiculous.” He said, trying to hide the tiny smile that was creeping onto his features. He didn’t want to admit he actually liked the idea.

“It’s not. Look, let’s ask mom if you can stay the night and then we can decide on sleeping arrangements.” Casey went to the kitchen in search of her mom.

“Mom?!”

“In here honey pie!”

She followed the sound to the living room and sat next to her mom on the couch, looking at her with a smile.

“What’s up?”

“Could Ethan stay tonight? His dad can’t pick him up until the morning now.”

“Oh honey, of course! We can’t just throw him onto the streets!”

“Thanks mom. If we wanted to. Would it be okay to sleep in here?”

Her mom gave her a smile and squeezed her arm gently. “Of course.”

She hugged her mom and returned to Ethan, a light bouncy energy about her as she smiled from ear to ear.  “It’s okay for you to stay. Now let’s get you something to eat.” She said, grabbing his wrist and pulling him to the kitchen as she ignored his protests. “What would you like? Something sweet? Savory?” She turned to him as she closed a cupboard.

“C-could I have a grilled cheese?”

“Yeah. Of course.”

Casey grabbed the bread and made two grilled cheese sandwiches then handed Ethan his.

“Let’s go upstairs!”

“Um. Okay.”

Ethan followed her hesitantly and they enter her room, Casey closing the door behind him.

“Um shouldn’t you-?”

“What? Leave it open? No. My mom trusts me and besides even if we were older, we’re just friends. We wouldn’t be engaging in that kind of activity.” She sat on her bed and patted the spot next to her, gesturing for Ethan to sit down. He hesitated then sat on the floor. Casey gave him a look, but he just shrugged. They ate their food then Casey took the plates to the kitchen and washed them up before returning to her room and climbing back on her bed.

“Are you seriously studying right now?”

“Yes. Studying is imperative if you want good grades and I want good grades so..”

“You can be such a killjoy Ethan.”

He wished he had a witty comment ready to fire at her, but he didn’t so he just smiled before going back to his book. Casey was flipping through TV channels when her phone rang. She looked at the screen and smiled before answering it. Normally she would put it to her ear, but it was a facetime call, so she held it in the air, earning a weird look from Ethan as she pressed accept.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“Then why are you looking at me like that?”

“I-”

“Casey?” someone said on the call

She shook her head and then smiled at the screen.

“Hey Sienna!”

“Am I still a ghost to you on these things?” Bryce joked as he poked his head in the corner of the screen.

“No Bryce. You’re not. But, if you aren’t on screen when I look, I’m always going to assume that Si is alone.”

Bryce rolled his eyes good naturedly then disappeared again.

“Where are you guys anyway?”

“We’re in Target. We’re choosing snacks for the picnic tomorrow.”

“You guys better not have too much fun without me.”

“How could we? You and Bryce together were the fun.”

“Which means.” Bryce said as he came back into view, arms full of chips and other delicious looking snacks. “We will only ever have half the fun whilst you’re gone.”

Casey smiled at that. She was so thankful for them. Most people would have given up contact like this by now if their friend had moved as far away from them as Casey had from Sienna and Bryce. But almost every day like clockwork, there they were. Calling her, facetiming, being there with jokes and ready to help her study when she needed it. Their bond and friendship was pure and true. It just felt right. Bryce and Casey didn’t know if they were going to try at being more than just friends, but they knew they seriously liked each other, and it showed. In the past few weeks, they had gotten comfortable with sharing light hearted flirty jokes. She was talking to them about what she was probably going to be doing over spring break without them when Ethan waved to get her attention.

“One second guys.”

She kept the camera on herself and looked at Ethan.

“What’s up?”

“I can’t figure out the answer to this math question. Could you help quick?” Ethan asked

Casey smiled and moved from her bed next to Ethan on the floor. Looking at the question.

 She looked at the equation but the longer she looked the more stumped she started to feel. She read the full question over and over but the equation that needed to be answered left her at a loss for thought, let alone a loss for words.

“I... I don’t know.”

“Ugh. This is stupid!” Ethan exclaimed and slammed the book shut, taking off his glasses and rubbing his hands over his face.

“Well why don’t you put the books away and come say hi to my friends from my old school?”

“Because they’re exactly that. You’re friends. I don’t do friendships. Well... unless it’s you. Everyone else at school is dumb.”

Casey chuckled at him and shook her head. She’d forgotten her phone was angled at her, meaning Sienna and Bryce could probably see him anyway.

“Is that Ethan?” Sienna said, their attention snapped to Casey’s phone to find Sienna smiling at them. Bryce was doing his best to look friendly, but Casey could see he was kinda jealous that she had another guy friend. Casey smiled at the screen and ruffled Ethan’s hair as she nodded. He scowled at her but she just grinned, it took him a while, but he clicked.

“You done that on purpose!” he exclaimed

“Yup. This is Ethan. The least approachable 14 year old you’ll ever know.”

“I am not unapproachable.”

“Are to.”

“Then why do you approach me?”

“I don’t. If I remember correctly, you’re the one who seeks me out a lunch sometimes. And if we’re ever in the same hall. You come to me.”

“Well yeah. Because we have biology together. If you don’t want a walking partner, I’ll stop.”

“Uh-huh.” She gave him a knowing look and the four carried on talking for another hour before Casey had to hang up and put her phone on charge. They moved to Casey’s bed and put on some medical TV show Ethan liked. He was super engrossed, but Casey felt tired and didn’t want her eyes to strain more than necessary so rolled on her side, facing away from Ethan and closed her eyes. She must have fallen asleep because the next thing she knew her mom was standing in her doorway, calling her name.

“Casey. Casey!”

Casey jolted awake but didn’t sit up fast enough, and ended up rolling off the bed. As she landed the was a yelp of pain and Ethan lent over to look down at her.

“Are you okay?”

“I hit my head.”

“Here.” Ethan held his hand out and helped her up. She laid back on her bed, tears stinging her eyes.

“I’m sorry poppet. I didn’t mean to scare you.” Her mom said, coming in and sitting on the edge of the bed. “I only came to ask what you kids would like for dinner. I’m ordering Indian.”

“Same as always please mom. Chicken Korma, rice and naan. Also extra poppadum’s for snacking on later.”

Ethan looked at her with his mouth agape.

“You do that too?”

“Do what?” Casey asked

“Get poppadum’s for snacking on.”

“Yeah. Why?”

“I do that. I thought I was alone.”

“You’re never really alone.”

He smiled before giving Casey’s mom his order and she left to order it. When it arrived they sat around the dining table talking about school, how work went for Casey’s mom, and Ethan told them a bit about what it was like for him growing up on the east coast so far. After dinner, Casey and Ethan moved sleeping supplies to the living room. Casey told spooky stories, and Ethan tried his best to keep a stoic expression at all of them, though internally, he admitted to himself that some of them were scaring the shit out of him.

After that night, Casey and Ethan were inseparable. They done almost everything together. If he wasn’t at Casey’s house to study after school, they were at his. They had started hanging out every lunchtime and despite the weird looks everyone gave them, they smiled and laughed as they carried on with their conversations. When summer break came round, Ethan was at Casey’s to say goodbye as she was going back to California to see Bryce and Sienna for 3 weeks. They were some of the most boring weeks he had experienced in a while. He didn’t notice how happy he was to have her as a friend until she had left. When she came back, she stopped at his house to give him a gift and say hi. Soon the months had turned into years and they were in the last stretch of their senior year. Ethan developed feelings of attraction to Casey as they got older, but had to restrain himself from taking action on them, because on her 15th birthday, she started a relationship with Bryce. They were happy together despite the hardships the distance brought them. They made an effort to see each other in person as much as they could. But by halfway through senior year, Bryce wasn’t feeling as enthusiastic about things as he had been. One day he called Casey. She answered happily but by the end of the call, she couldn’t focus on anything. She laid in the middle of her bed, cuddling a pillow as tears stung her eyes, her heart continued to shatter, and his words echoed in her head.

“Casey... I don’t think this is going to work much longer. We either need to be just friends or just go our own ways.”

She was broken. She really loved Bryce, and he loved her back. At least that’s what she thought. But after that call, doubt after doubt came into her mind. Her tears were hot and stung her eyes. She didn’t leave her room that night and the next few days she completely skipped school. She couldn’t see anyone, and she didn’t want anyone to see her. How could Bryce do this to her? She wanted so badly to ask Sienna if he’d been acting differently at all, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. Instead, she ignored every message and incoming call she got. The furthest she moved was to use the toilet or get a drink. She hated what she was feeling. She cried, day and night all alone in her room until finally one night when she was in the middle of what felt like her millionth time crying, her door creaked open and a head popped in.

“I’m fine mom. I’ll go back to school Monday, just like I promised.”

“Casey... I’m not your mother.”

She looked at the door and saw Ethan standing there, he had pushed the door wide open and was holding a bag.

“What’s in the bag.”

“Everything needed to help you feel better.”

“I’m not going to feel better Ethan. I’m broken. No tape, bandage, glue or amount of chocolate is going to fix me. I loved.. no I love him.”

Ethan sighed. He’d been talking with Sienna through Pictagram DM’s, and the two were sharing mutual feelings of disgust and horror at the videos and pictures taken secretly that Sienna was sending. He didn’t love Casey anymore. If he ever did at all. He was acting like the perfect stereotypical jock. He’d dumped Casey and gotten together with the bleach blonde barbie looking cheerleader. It was so cliché that it made Ethan sick. She didn’t deserve this kind of treatment. Bryce had sworn to Ethan he would never break Casey’s heart. Yet here she was, in bed, skipping school and looking more disheveled than a well-used mop, crying over a boy who broke her heart and no longer loved her back. Ethan stepped in the room and closed the door, walking over and sitting on her bed next to her.

“You’re right. You’re not going to feel better with just chocolates, a hug or two and cheesy rom-com movies. Not even trash talking him is going to help you fully heal from the pain you’re feeling. But I’m here for you Casey. Always have been. Always will be. Sienna too. She’s planning to come and see you as soon as possible.”

Casey brought her gaze to Ethan’s face and his heart panged in his chest at how red and swollen her eyes were. He controlled the rage he felt inside towards Bryce and smiled at her kindly, she couldn’t manage a smile back, but she did sit up and crawl into his lap. This is what she had needed, hugs from her best friend on the east coast. She had gotten a few from her mom, though they didn’t feel as comfortable as Ethan’s did. He grabbed her blanket and wrapped it round her shoulders before continuing the hug. He didn’t know how he was going to do it, but he had just given himself the job of fixing a broken heart.

Monday came quicker than Casey would have liked. She pulled herself out of bed and got ready for school, practicing her game face in the mirror but there was no point. She was sad. The kind of sad you can’t hide no matter how much you smile, scowl or keep a neutral expression. Sighing, she grabbed her bag and headed downstairs, opening the front door to head out only to be met with a smiling Ethan.

“Ready?” he asked as she looked at him perplexed

“No.”

“Good. Let’s go.”

He grabbed her hand and together they walked to school. He would have linked their arms but that felt too joyous. It was something they done as they walked along happily before breaking out into a skip. And there was no way he was going to let her stubbornness make them late. Holding her hand felt like the only option left, though as they neared the front of the school, Ethan acted as though he was dragging Casey behind him.

“I really don’t want to be here.” She whined.

Perfect. She was helping his case and unintentionally too. There wouldn’t be gossip and rumors today surrounding Ethan and Casey’s relationship status with each other. The day was tough. Everyone was asking where she had been, if it was true she’d been dumped and if she was with Ethan now or still single. Ethan fielded all the questions like he was her personal press secretary, and protected her like her bodyguard all day. They were sitting together at lunch when a familiar looking bleach blonde caught Ethan’s eye. Halting his conversation with Casey briefly, he looked at his phone. He went onto his messages with Sienna, silently cursing under his breath when his suspicions were ultimately confirmed. He thought she went to the same school as Bryce. He was typing out a message when he heard Casey scoff loudly.

“Ugh. What is she doing here?”

“Who?” Ethan asked, stopping typing for a minute and looking up from his phone.

“Melissia Haywood. I thought I got rid of her when I left Cali.”

“You.. know her?”

“Yeah. She’s the reason I moved here. She bullied me the whole way through school, until one day, I couldn’t take it anymore and made a scene until mom agreed to let me move.”

“Uh.. then I guess you should h-” he was cut off by Melissia’s voice as she stopped in front of Casey “hear it from me.” he mumbled but Casey didn’t hear him finish speaking over the volume of the other girls voice.

“Casey!” she shrilled

“What do you want?” Casey said monotonously as she took a sip of her water.

“Well I came here to say thank you.”

“To whom?”

“To you of course. Silly.”

“Why me?”

“Because you dumped Bryce so he could be happy with me. Finally!”

In that moment everything and everyone else froze around her as she zeroed in on Melissia’s smug face. Every emotion that had started to even out, came flooding back with full force, only this time it felt 100 times more painful. Bryce had dumped her for Melissia? Why the fuck would he do that? He knew what she had done to Casey. He was even there most times to help her back on her feet again. Now he had dumped her and gotten together in a relationship with the bleach blonde whore. She rose to her feet and tackled Melissia to the floor. Punching, kicking, spitting, hair pulling. Anything she could do to hurt Melissia. A crowd was around them instantly, cheering Casey on when they saw that she had the clear advantage. Ethan tried pulling Casey off Melissia, but her legs were hooked around the girl beneath her tight. He got her off finally with the help of a teacher and took her inside to their classroom.

Back in the courtyard Melissia was laying on the ground, bloody, her hair a mess and some bruises already forming on her skin. Teachers worked to disperse the crowd and get them to classrooms. Casey sat in the classroom fuming. You could almost see the steam coming from her ears. Ethan wanted to hug her, but he didn’t want his contact to be unwanted.

“Do you need a hug?”

“No, Ethan. I don’t. I need to punch that whores face in until she can no longer see and needs a thousand surgeries to reconstruct it!”

“Why don’t I just get you a punching bag instead?”

“Is it going to be her face?”

“No... Not exactly. But we could stick a picture of her face on it.”

The anger now left her body and was replaced by hurt as she started crying. Yeah, she needed that hug now. Ethan opened his arms and she ran into them. Locking her hands round his torso and sobbing loudly into his chest.

“WHHYYYYYYYY. WHY WOULD HE DO THIS TO MEEEE?” she cried loudly, gripping onto his jacket tightly. Ethan wanted to tell her it was okay, that everything was going to be fine. But he knew that wouldn’t help Casey right now. All he could do was rub her back soothingly and whisper “I’m here” as they waited for someone to come and get them. They sat waiting and Casey’s cries eventually subsided into hiccups. The room was quiet but then her phone rang. She’d know the number anywhere, it was Bryce. The first time he’d called in a while, but she just ignored it. “Who is it?” Ethan asked when it just kept ringing. “Him.” She snarled, arms crossed and still ignoring the call, but Ethan picked up.

“Casey what the FUCK were yo-”

“No. You listen here you heartbreaking piece of scum! Casey had every right to do what she just done. Do you know how many nights she’s spent crying. Not just to sleep. But EVERY. FUCKING. HOUR. Of the day. Do you know how hurt she is but still can’t bring herself to throw away her Christmas sweater that matched yours. Do you even care that you’ve broken her to the point where she saw that violence was the answer?! Let me answer that for you Bryce Lahela. No. You don’t. because if you did you wouldn’t have broken up with her. You would have loved her for who she is. Like you did in the beginning and your feelings for her would never had changed. But now you’re at the age where all that matters is sex and drinking and partying until late. You no longer care about Casey do you? ... DO YOU!”

“I-”

“You know that Casey doesn’t want to do any of that yet. You know. And instead of respecting that and loving her.. you’d rather break her and date a whore. So have a great life with Melissia, Bryce. Because once she’s done having her fun with you. Cheats and walks out the door. Casey is not going to be there to take you back. Because I won’t let her make that mistake again. So lose this number. Unfollow her accounts. And never, I mean never, bother her again.”

Ethan didn’t even wait for a reply, he just angrily hung up the phone and placed it back on the table. Fury was blazing in his eyes, and for the first time Casey saw it. He was doing this because he loved her. She was in no shape to be jumping into another relationship right now, but she sat staring at him thinking that maybe, one day. Maybe she could ask Ethan to go on a date.

After the incident, the rest of school passed by in a blur and soon they had graduated. It was hard for Casey, but Ethan was there everyday with whatever it was she needed. Hugs, pizza rolls, trash talking sessions, help with catching up or homework. And it all paid off when they stood on their school field in their graduation gowns and caps. That night Ethan and his dad were at Casey’s for dinner. The mood was bright and cheerful, Ethan smiled at Casey as she was smiling her first genuine smile in months.

“I can’t believe I done it!” she exclaimed as she gave her mom a hug.

“I can. I always believed you would.” Ethan smiled.

“Aw, thanks.” Casey blushed.

“So, what are you kiddo’s doing during your gap year?” Ethan’s dad asked

“Well, we done a lot of talking and deciding and then rethinking that decision. But.. we’ve decided to go backpacking around Europe.” Casey explained as she looked at Ethan who nodded enthusiastically.

“We still want to be doctors, but we thought that a break would be good to reset the mood. And give Casey time to heal as best as she can from what’s happened.”

Casey’s mom smiled at the two. “Promise me you’ll look after my little girl.”

“Of course, Ms. Valentine, I’ll always look after her. For the rest of her life. She’s stuck with me, whether she likes it or not.” Casey scrunched up her nose as Ethan ruffled her hair with a low chuckle.

“Get oooofffff.” She whined as she pushed his arm away.

They all enjoyed a buffet style dinner that night and Ethan said goodbye to his dad, deciding to stay the night with Casey in the living room. After they had showered and gotten ready for bed, They settled down on the inflatable air beds and Casey laughed.

“What?”

“Nothing. I’m just remembering the first night we done this. You seemed so uneasy, but now look at you. Asking to stay the night and saying goodbye to your dad like a big boy.”

“I am a big boy Case. I just graduated senior year, in case you didn’t notice.”

The two laughed together as the TV spoke quietly in the background. The laughing subsided and they looked at each other. There was something dancing in Ethan’s eyes. It almost seemed as though he had a question, but was afraid to ask it.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Casey asked

“Hrm?” Ethan hummed, turning his attention back to Casey

“You look troubled.”

Ethan sighed heavily. “I just keep thinking about how I wish you didn’t have to go through something so scummy. And how I wish I knew how long it was going to take for the healing process to work because I just..”

“You, what?... Ethan.”

“I want to take you on a date. I wish I could just ask you to be my girlfriend because I want to love you so bad.”

“Ethan, I...”

“No. It’s okay. I just needed to say how I feel.”

“How about tomorrow?”

“What?”

“A date. Tomorrow. Me, you, something lowkey.”

“...Seriously? Are you being serious?” Ethan smiled brightly as he sat up looking at Casey.

“Yeah. After all. You’ve been doing a great job at fixing my broken heart, I wouldn’t want you to stop and.... I sort of like you too.”

Ethan let out a little scream and rolled onto the floor, crawling over to Casey and hugging her.

“You have no idea how happy I feel right now.”

“I may not. But I can see it on your face.”

“Can I give you a kiss?”

Casey thought for a moment. Was she ready for something like that again? After a while she came to a conclusion.

“Sure. But just a peck.”

Ethan smiled at her and pecked her lips. “You don’t have to say it yet Case, but I love you, and I’m never going to stop fixing your broken heart. Even when it’s not broken anymore.”

[faerune]

🔫 27-47 for lux/viktor whore

who leaves their stuff lying everywhere? Lux! She’s used to traveling light in comparison to people who don’t live from place to place so she’s not exactly good at being organized and keeping things in their place. She’s like ok whatever well I remember where it is and it drives Viktor up the wall who is a neat person.

what kind of stuff can be found around their place? Boxing trophies, cybernetic, car, and mechanic magazines, dirty clothes and towels on the floor of the bathroom, pictures of their friends, their shoes just kinda haphazardly kicked into the corner by the door, Lux’s mother’s old china (has a few chips in it but relatively in good condition), a car battery half taken apart on the kitchen table with a bunch of spare parts, vase of fake roses that never wilt, movie and old boxing fight posters. Everything is warm and mismatched and very homey.

what do their cupboards or shelves look like? Mismatching bowls and cups, not “messy” but definitely not organized. Like spoons mixed in with the forks in the drawers, bowls stacked not by size but just however they were washed. They’re not really We Have To Have Matching Plates kind of people.

what does their closet(s) look like? Viktor’s is relatively organized. Not Extra but everything has a place and is hung up. Lux’s side is of course very disheveled. She can never find anything and Viktor teases her like hmm I wonder why.

what do they do when they’re away from each other? Pine! Call each other on the holo every night, moon over each other. It doesn’t ruin their days though. They’re both pretty independent people and just go about their days as usual just missing the other.

do they have nicknames or pet names for each other? Viktor calls Lux baby, sweetheart, honey, and doll/dollface. Lux calls him baby, honey, and tiger. Also [redacted].

how do they refer to the other in public? how do other people refer to the other? (i.e. “my partner”, “ask your father”, ”dad and papa”, ”how’s your wife?”, etc) Pet names or just their regular names. Lux calls him Vik a lot when they’re around friends. I can see Vik saying my partner when they’re dating and Lux says my man (🤢) or my partner too. If they ever have kids they’re definitely just mom and dad!

who is more likely to pay for dinner? Viktor! He’s old fashioned and chivalrous at least when it comes to that. He wants to spoil his girl and treat her right. Dates for Lux when she was growing up were a lot different (going on four wheelers out in the badlands, drinking on cliffs at night, watching movies in the fam’s RV) and she really likes the dates he takes her on and how he treats her.

how often do they go on dates? They try to ever weekend!

typical date night? out or at home? Vik is bent on taking her to all the good restaurants in Night City. The hidden gems that Lux really loves. They’re a dinner and a movie kind of couple and they’re very sweet. They love date night.

do they celebrate birthdays, valentine’s day, anniversaries? Yes! Lux is kind of bad at it at first but she downloads a calendar and makes sure she gets alerts now.

what would they get each other for gifts? For Lux, a new car part or tool along with flowers and chocolates. For Viktor, front row tickets to a fight that’s coming to Night City (even though he says all of the professional fights are rigged and bullshit he still gets excited) or a new watch/piece of jewelry. 

how do they spend christmas and new year’s (or equivalent family gatherings)? They usually spend it with Misty and whoever else of their friends are in town! They also do Christmas Eve dinner with the owner of the garage Lux works in because the two of them are close and her kiddos love Viktor. Lux refers to them as their “adult couple friends”. For New Years, they get nicely dressed and go to a bar with their friends!

who cusses more? They both are kind of at the same level - not dropping f-bombs on the regular like Johnny and Vera but Lux pulls ahead just a little bit for her propensity to use it more than Vik.

what would they do if the other one was hurt? Vik would try and insist he be the one to assist or help her. Which...is not the smartest if there’s a different option. He’s very nervous when he’s not around her/she’s out but he’s very soothing and always by her side when she awake and aware. He protects her feelings a lot by not looking as worried as he should be.

Lux is very openly distressed and has to constantly be by his side holding his hand. Wants to be there when he wakes up, wants to know everything that’s going on. Needs to know exactly what they’re doing to fix him and how it works because that eases her anxiety. 

what are little gestures they do for each other? Vik makes Lux coffee in the morning for her since she hates mornings. Always kinda makes sure she’s tucked into her little blanket burrito at night and gives her a kiss on the temple. Wipes any grease/oil that’s on her face off.

Lux always brings him food when he’s working, makes sure he sleeps and takes care of himself. She likes washing his hair/him in the shower. Massages his bad hand idly when they’re watching TV or something, kisses the palm. Likes shaving his face for him.

do they know how the other takes their coffee/tea? Yes! Viktor used to bring her coffee in the mornings before his shop or the garage opened. Because he was into her and liked to talk to her but insisted it was because they were friends (which they were but still). Lux figures out a little while later when she returns the favor after a couple months of that. Asks him about it offhandedly and then shows up the next day to beat him at getting her coffee.

do they feel they see each other enough, or do they have activities that take too much of their time? I think they’ve struck up a nice balance! It’s important to them to have their own thing and aspirations, it really makes them attracted to each other and makes coming home to see each other all the more special!

do they friend/follow each other on facebook/tumblr/livejournal/skype/etc? Yes! Vik is always tagging her in old man loves his wife posts.

morning routine? Vik wakes up first, makes coffee and breakfast. The two eat breakfast together (mostly in silence because Lux is still trying to wake up lmao.  Lux washes the dishes and checks her email while Vik takes a shower (sometimes she’ll join him but that makes them late). Lux will take a shower and they’ll get ready the rest of the wake together. Always! a kiss! before!! they leave each other!!

how do they make up after a fight? They’ll apologize and tell each other they love each other but won’t talk about it till the next day. That night they’ll do smth they both love to do together and then when everything else is kind of cooled down the next day they sit down and talk about it.

[slasherscream]

poly billy and stu celebrating holidays with their s/o?? from birthdays (theirs) valentine's day, christmas, etc love your blog sm!! it's my favourite 🤩🤩

A/N: anon this is such a cute idea thank you for sending it in. 

     billy loomis x reader x stu macher

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Let’s start with the top’s birthday. So Billy? He is an iconic mix of bitch and bastard. Meaning that he is absolutely pretending to hate his birthday. Or at least is exaggerating on the point of how much he wants “everyone” to forget about it. Because … and I mean this ….god help you if Stu and you ever forget or listen to him when he says “don’t do anything”. It would be a fucking nightmare of which you would never wake if you both did this. 

Luckily Stu already made this mistake one year before y'all were all together and he knows. The first year you’re together Billy is going through his regular shtick of bullshit. You pull Stu aside privately later and ask, “so are we doing anything for his birthday or are we listening to Billy.”

Stu gets….the most distant far-off look in his eyes. Like he’s a man that’s come back from war and just got drafted again. He’s never grabbed your shoulders harsher, “We have to do something he’s lying.“ 

So you do something. The good part about Billy’s birthday is he’s actually not hard to please. Start the day off right with an acknowledgement. So you do a movie night the day before. This way when midnight hits you can pause Halloween and he will almost start yelling at you before you guys whip out obnoxious colored party-horns and start trying to blow them to the beat of Happy Birthday. He is rolling his eyes but deeply pleased as he was already contemplating ….revenge of some sort at 11:55 (please god make Billy chill out for one day). 

He is not lying about not wanting anything big though. He really only wants to celebrate with you and Stu. Don’t throw him a party. He won’t be mad per-say but he won’t be like pumped or anything. Will end the party early or will make you and Stu sneak off with him. This is #His Day and the focus will be #On Him. 

His Mom used to make him a cake every year and Stu, as his life-long best friend (and now boyfriend), totally remembers the tradition. He's just not capable of baking or cooking. But he tells you and hopes you can do it and you can (if you're bad at baking too let's just imagine with you and Stu both working hard you can...achieve....something). Surprising Billy with the cake would make him feel #Soft.

Honestly he's spending the whole day acting tough and pretending he barely wants to do anything but?? He loves it and loves that you're both 100% focused on him and making him happy. He's just a brat. But ignore him while he's scoffing about you guys both kissing his cheeks at the same time he's having the time of his life. He just wants to cuddle and watch movies and for no one to go anywhere. 

If you want to go Big for Him one year or something the best thing you could do is put Rich Boy Stu's money to good use and get him autographed shit from Horror Icons. Or original props from movies. He'll lose his fuCKING MIND. Finally breaks his lame "cool guy" act for 0.5 seconds. 

Stu doesn't play hard to get and he doesn't play mind-games (with you and Billy, that is). Y'all know damn well he wants a big fuss made about his special day. He also wants a big party. It's super easy to make him happy on his birthday if you just remember that unlike Billy he wants this to be as over the top as fucking possible.  

Wake him up with breakfast in bed screaming happy birthday at the top of your lungs and he jumps up like a kid on Christmas Morning. Yes....this is #His Day....pay attention to HIM. 

Give him lots of presents! He's easy to buy for! New clothes. Stupid jewelry. Horror shit. New voice changer box. He just likes receiving gifts. They don't have to be expensive ...just have him open a lot of packages and he'll love it.

Do a surprise birthday party. It's not a surprise in any way at all but watching his face light up when he walks into his fucking house at the end of the day and half the highschool pops out like "surprise!!" is so fucking worth all the hassle that you and Billy have to smile at each other. 

Billy has thrown him parties before but they're more of just...huge get-together’s. Like highschool(TM) parties where you're too cool to decorate. You? Not a pussy. You deck out the whole house and Stu loses his fucking mind. Knows you are the cause of this and kisses the shit out of you. Dips you and everything. Billy is protesting because, "Hey I blew up half these fucking balloons" ...don't be a piss baby it'll be your turn in like thirty seconds. 

Fourth of July?? Stu has the most illegal fireworks he could get his hands on so they’re. …. pretty illegal. They’re the asshole neighbors that set them off like weeks before the 4th and if you weren't fucking them you'd want their heads on a platter. As is? Eh.....you're fucking them so I guess this is the neighbor's problems- They always forgive because Stu's family throws the greatest fucking barbecues day of.

St. Patrick's Day? Time to get fucking WASTED. You are wearing green aggressively because the one year you didn't Stu pinched your ass all day long. Even Billy joined in when he saw how feisty and annoyed it was making you. Stu is still doing it but you...tried at least, RIP. It's the tradition now. 

Valentine's Day?? billy vc: love is a neurochemical con job. But don't worry Stu will not allow him to be a bastard about the day because he's affectionate and loving. Stu knows how to celebrate the day perfectly. This is his time to shine! The Most Obnoxious Boyfriend. Everyone else is jealous. Flowers? Delivered in the middle of class. Huge chocolate box that is also #Expensive? Have fun putting that in your locker (he's sweet so he's actually gonna put it in his car for you once you've had a few)! Would pay the Band Kids to Follow Billy and s/o around MOSTLY to annoy Billy but also to be cute. They're playing the fucking .... they're playing this. Billy is so angry but..... like.... his inner possessive loves being made a fuss over publicly so whatever. Maybe he won't kill the band kids for this. You're not an ungrateful cretin so you clap and laugh. 

Billy does get Stu a gift ...something not really...Valentine's Day-esque but something he'll like. Like a horror-themed bong (i'm so sorry y'all this man obviously is smoking weed). You wrap it in pink, heart themed paper for him which he didn't know you were going to do and he is going to get you for that ...later...in the bedroom. But Stu loved it so whatever. 

You? At the exact same time you and Stu present each other teddy bears. His teddy for you? Cute and fucking...Huge. Yours?? Fucking horror themed.. made to be gore-y and bloody looking. He gasps, obviously touched, "Babe!". Gonna get made out with so hard.... How are you so cute and funny? He loves you!! It sits proudly on his dresser. 

What do you get Billy?? He really does dislike the Holiday because he thinks people who use this as the day to show they half-ass care about their s/o one day a year deserve death and despair. He will give them that death and despair. So what to give him then?

Stu pretended to be too busy planning for Valentine's Day to plan any murders with him which pissed Billy off even more the week prior. He was busy planning Valentine's Day. He was planning the Normal one they'd have with you and the more private, bloody one they'd have later that night killing couples together. Icing on cake? You pitched in by helping Stu plan it and by picking out new knives for them to use during. They're #Pink in a way that is obnoxious but the quality is amazing and you say, "it's your Valentine's Day knives!!! Just to use on Valentine's every year. Do you like them?"       billy choked up: it's fucking .... alright 

Got em'! The only way you can make the night better is letting Stu and Billy have sex with you when they get home. They're high off the kill rush and Billy is pleasantly-surprised that Stu did a really good job of planning everything alone. They're covered in blood and feeling love-dovey. Let's all do heavy eye-contact missionary tonight

April Fools is a mess and it leaves all of y'all mad at each other for a solid fucking week. Everybody gets got. Nobody can trust one another. Nobody should.

Thanksgiving is not a happy time for Billy. He doesn't like spending it with his Dad because while he's ...so good at misdirecting or #Avoiding Things He Doesn't Want To Deal With it gets very hard at this time of year to not get mad at his Dad. He's for some reason never going to hurt his Dad who he could easily blame for his Mom leaving?? But he won't. Though he's very angry during this time of the year. His Dad will try to do anything and he just shuts himself in his room. Doesn't even wanna go to Stu's house or your house. It would just make him feel .... weird, upset, like he's intruding... jealous, even. It's kinda sad. He won't even pick up your calls that day. You and Stu don't even have to sneak into the house. Billy's Dad quietly let's you in and you go upstairs and just hold him together. It's a solemn holiday because it's like the start of reminding Billy about his Mother abandoning him. 

Christmas goes kinda the same way tbh but he's ....trying to make an effort to not be as big of a bummer since Christmas is a little more significant than Thanksgiving. He knows you and Stu actually enjoy the holiday season. He tries to distance himself in general during this time because he just doesn't know how to be anything else. It's actually kinda sad because most of Billy's emotions if they're negative wind up manifesting as anger but he's genuinely depressed as shit. 

Things are different when you all move in together because now he's also not trying to spend the holidays with the literal reminder of why his life sucks (his cheating ass daddy). Plus you and Stu are determined to give him new Holiday experiences to replace the ones that make him feel so shitty with nostalgia. He's grumpy the first Christmas you guys spend together after you're living alone but not angry the way he's been at Christmas times' past. Improvement.  

The Christmas after that? Doesn't cringe once seasonal music starts playing in stores. Ghostface killings get a little less violent and frequent (he's not using them to cope as soon as it gets cold). Getting better. The Christmas after that?? You can get him to help you decorate. He helps you and Stu with the tree. He makes cookies with you. You watch horror themed Christmas movies and some regular ones (you cannot be a movie tyrant during the holidays, billy-). Christmas after that? You all send out a "family" Christmas card. You and Stu are in ridiculous sweaters and Billy is in one of solid red but he's wearing a Santa hat. His arms are crossed but there's the slightest smile on his face. You each have an arm around him. You all look happy together.

Now ..... for the big one: Halloween. Thought I skipped it? Hah! Best for last. This is their happiest time of year. They are so ready for this shit you have no idea. It's disgusting how ready they are. It turns October and Stu drops this video in your three person chat. Billy replies with a devil emoji. Disgusting?? You know you're in for a chore of keeping them in line for a whole fucking month. They will be doing MISCHIEF. They will be doing SHENANIGANS. Both MURDER and OTHERWISE. They're teepeeing houses. Cars. They're stealing candy from kids like dicks probably. Or laughing at people who are doing this. They keep the kills to Halloween night though. A whole month of just planning so they can do something big and terrible. You have to be looking after them extra during this time because they're so excited they are ...not ...doing that. you: you guys please drink some water i haven't seen you move in hours billy and stu: billy: holy shit it's been- stu: babe please make us something to eat we haven't had anything since yesterday :(((( 

Fucking dumb idiot disease. If you're living together?? God help you, you used to only have to see them get hype as fuck. Now? You must experience it 24/7. Halloween prep starts emotionally? Once summer ends. They want to deck out the house to the nines and you’re just gonna have to piss now staring at/being aware of the over-sized plastic spider Stu put on the back of the toilet. 

Everything is spooky. Cobwebs everywhere. Black! Orange! Pumpkins! Outside decorations that are actually scary as shit. They're the haunted house on the street that gets #Talked About. They're gonna go murder the shit outta people later but early in the night?? The kids that manage to walk up to the house?? Get fucking...the Mother-load of all candy. The brave little bastard dressed as a ballerina-fairy-princess?? Fist-bump. Billy does not much like kids but all the kids who get to his door? You deserve this. Full-sized chocolate bars and bags of candy. Maybe even a dollar or two. Stu is actually great with kids and is the nice one who guesses all of their costumes. Somehow can guess the weird ones accurately? 

Once that part of the night is over they go out and just wreak total fucking havoc. Halloween in Woodsboro is a nightmare. They're having fun at least! This is their Christmas and they love it. Babe         babe don't wait up. They tell you as if you couldn't fucking guess?? They're not home till the wee hours of the morning and they're dead-exhausted but they had the time of their lives. 

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[baekbyunny]

Chanyeol’s Valentine Disaster

Summary: Chanyeol tries his best to sweep you off your feet for Valentine’s Day, but things don’t go exactly as planned….

Genre: Fluff + a little bit of angst

Author’s Note: Hellooo, this fic was for a v-day collaboration I’m doing with a group of wonderful writers. The theme was “failed Valentine dates” and I chose Chanyeol :) It’s suppose to be a one shot, but tumblr is being a butt so I’ll need to make it two parts. Sorry about that! It’s a late Valentine’s Day gift, but oh well ^-^;;

This is also my first fic so please excuse me if there are any errors.

Shoutout to @yuki-starlight for checking my spelling and thank you @lucyandthepen for inviting me~

I hope you guys enjoy!

Part 2 is on my blog!

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You woke up in your bed, slightly freezing from the drift of the open window beside you. You were about to fall back asleep until you caught the scent of something awry in the air.

Is something burning?, you think to yourself. Your eyes immediately fly open when you hear the fire detector go off, pushing yourself off the bed, you run towards the kitchen.

“Chanyeol?” You cry out as you frantically wave the fumes of smoke out of your face.

You look through the smoke and see your boyfriend wearing a frilly pink apron in the smoky haze desperately trying to open a waffle iron with some silver tongs from the top drawer. He freezes after hearing your voice and turns to look at you.

“Y/N! You’re awake!” Quickly glancing from the blackened waffle in the waffle iron and then back to your face he tries to hide the burnt mess by putting it out of your view.

“This isn’t what it looks like?” He says meekly making it sound more like a question rather than a statement.

Sighing to yourself, you ask, “What in the world are you doing? It’s only 8 A.M. and our apartment is about to go up in flames.”

He sheepishly looks at you and replies, “I was planning on making you breakfast in bed and well,” He pauses and glances to the waffle iron on his right, “things didn’t go as planned.”

You sigh and chuckle to yourself. Looking around, you try and assess how much damage the tall giant has done to your kitchen. You see a tall wine glass filled with milk, a piece of burnt toast, and some badly chopped fruit in what looks like an outline of a gremlin on a heart-patterned tray you never knew you had.

Should I ask him what that’s supposed to be?, you refrain yourself from questioning him after looking at the downcast look on his face. You gently grab his arm and hold onto it while cupping his right cheek with your other.

You tilt your head upward slightly to see his face. “Chanyeol, this is very sweet of you to do, but you really didn’t have to. We both know what you’re like in the kitchen without someone supervising you.”

He looks down with a gloomy look on his face, closes his eyes and sighs, “I know, but it’s Valentine’s Day and I wanted to do something special for you. You seemed a little stressed this past week so I thought I could cheer you up a little. Plus, I wanted to take a picture of the food after I was done with it and send it to Kyungsoo to show him that I CAN cook without his help.”

Laughing, you try and fix the messy strands in his curly brown hair. “Thanks for trying, honey. The sentiment was nice enough for me and I,” you pause while glancing to the clock behind him and gasp, “I’m late!”

Letting go of his arm, you rush to the bathroom and prepare yourself for work. After putting on your usual formal attire for work, you come running back out to see him wearing a pair of pink rubber gloves scrubbing pieces of badly burned waffle batter off the waffle iron. He’s so sweet, you think and smile to yourself while rushing over to the shoe rack to put on your heels. After putting them on, you head for the door.

Realizing you’re about to leave, Chanyeol turns away from the sink, grabs a paper bag from the kitchen counter, and makes his way over to you. “Wait! Here, I made lunch for you. I swear it’s not burnt or anything.” He reassures you while handing it over to you.

“Aw, thanks sweetie! I’ll see you tonight!” grabbing the paper bag from his hand, you quickly walk over to him and give him a quick peck on the lips.

“Bye, Yeol!” you yell out to him and rush out the door while walking backwards to wave at him as you slowly make your way to the car.

“Bye, love you!” he yells out, waving back to you as he watches you from the door of your apartment. “Love you too!” You yell back, smiling to yourself while walking to your car.

You and Chanyeol have been dating for the past year and a half and it’s been wonderful. Sure you had some small arguments on things like what to watch on Netflix or who should wash the dishes or do the laundry, but you guys never had any big fights so things never got too bad.

There were some times where you both argued about the lack of time spent together considering how he had to spend most of his time at home composing songs on his computer and how you had to go and work at the office, but you both understood that your jobs were important and how much it meant to you both so those fights never lasted too long.

You could never really stay mad at him for it anyway. Especially when you saw how his eyes would gleam and how excited he would get talking about his new songs with you. That’s why every now and then, you guys would splurge on some money you two saved up the past and take a small vacation to places like the mountains or the beach to makeup for the little time you guys had together.

He wasn’t your first boyfriend though. You’ve been through some break ups in the past, but Chanyeol had a way where when you were with him, everything felt new and different. You never felt happier than when you were with him and you felt like he brought the best out of you. He could always make you feel better whenever you felt down and he could make you laugh so hard to the point tears were coming out of your eyes. You loved every second of your time with him, but you just wished you could actually have more time in the day to be together.

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Upon entering the office building, you push a button on the side of the wall for the elevator to come down.

I wonder if Chanyeol is done cleaning the kitchen, you think to yourself. I hope he didn’t leave the stove on or anything.

Before your brain could continue to think of all the disasters that might have happened in the house after you left, you see the elevator doors open and you walk inside.

Right when the elevator doors are about to shut, you hear someone call out to you, “Y/N, wait up!” You immediately push the button on the left wall to open the elevator doors and see your co-worker and friend, Baekhyun, jogging to you.

“Glad to see I’m not the only one late this time.” He says with a smile on his face.

You scoff at his joke and reply, “I would have been on time if my kitchen wasn’t up in smoke this morning.” His eyes widen and he asks you to explain what you’re talking about and you explain the disastrous episode in the kitchen to him.

“He really almost made your kitchen explode!” He exclaims astonished.

“You should have seen the look on his face when I caught him trying to open the waffle iron with tongs! He looked like a kid who got caught trying to steal candy from a supermarket.” Laughing, you both make your way out of the elevator when the doors open.

“Meet up for lunch?” He asks you.

“Yeah, sure! I’ll see you later.” You reply.

Giving you a thumbs up, he walks to his desk and begins to type on his computer. You walk to yours and sigh after seeing all the papers on your desk neatly lined up in a pile next to your laptop.

It’s gonna be a long day, brushing off your negative thoughts, you get to work.

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“I need a break.” You murmur to yourself while looking at your computer screen

Looking at the time on the clock on the wall, you see it’s time for lunch. Glancing to your left, you wonder if Baekhyun is still at his desk and you snort to yourself after you see him dozing off while the game, Solitaire, is displayed on his computer screen.

You make your way to his desk and shake his right shoulder. “Baek, wake up.”

Stirring a little, his eyebrows furrow, “Just go and get the cheese. No one’s watching.” he mumbles

Snickering you shake him harder, “Baekhyun, come on! It’s time for lunch. You can get the cheese you want over there.”

His eyes slowly opened and he looks up at you squinting for a good few seconds. “Mom?” He says out loud with a tone of confusion.

Bursting out with laughter you reply, “Yes, dear?”

Rubbing his eyes, he looks at you again and realizes that it’s actually you and not his mother. You’re bent over with laughter while he gives you a deadpan look. “Oh, haha. Very funny. Is it time for lunch already?”

Wiping the tears of joy from your eyes, you tease him by using you best baby voice, “Yeah, it’s time for wunch. Let’s go, sweetie. Do you wanna take your wittle wunch box with you?”

“Stop!” He whines putting his face in hands while his cheeks turn to a dusty red. “Let’s just go already.”

Laughing you reply, “Okay okay, let me just get the lunch from my bag.”

You walk to your desk and grab your lunch bag in your purse, but you notice that something feels off.

Why does this bag feel so light? you wonder and stick your hand in the paper bag and pull out a red rose.

You smile softly and as you look at it and reach back into the bag only to feel nothing inside.

What? He only got me a rose for lunch? You feel a buzz in your pocket and you pull out your phone.

*You have one new message!*

Unlocking your phone, you check the notification and realize it’s from Chanyeol.

Yeollie: Y/N

Yeollie: I FORGOT TO PUT YOUR SANDWICH IN THE BAG

Yeollie: I’M SO SORRY

Yeollie: D,:

“Oh my gosh.” You murmur

Y/N: lol

Y/N: It’s ok, I’ll just get some lunch from the. cafeteria

Yeollie: BUT I MADE IT OUT OF LOVE

MY LOVE

Y/N: Omg Yeol, it’s fine really

Yeollie: I’m sorry :’(

Y/N: The sentiment was nice enough

Thank you for the rose btw. Very sweet of you ♡

Yeollie: It would have been better with the sandwich I made you >:(

You laugh at his childish behavior and reply

Y/N: Yeeoooool, its ok! Really!

Yeollie: I’ll make it up to you I swear

Y/N: lol I’ll keep you to it then

gonna go get lunch ttyl!

Yeollie: Ok :(

Ily ♡

Y/N: I ly 2 ♡

“What’s up?” Baekhyun asks curious as to why it’s taking so long for you to get your lunch. Glancing at the paper bag in your hand, he grabs it from you.

“Chanyeol forgot to put my lunch in the bag”, you reply

He takes out the rose and admires it for a few seconds, “Well, at least he gave you a rose.” His eyes widen, “You think if you just put the petals in water, you’ll get rose water?”

He playfully hits you on the shoulder, “You could sell it by the bottle and make a nice load of money off of it!”.

You raise your eyes to the roof of the office and contemplate on how you became friends with someone so dumb.

“Baekhyun, I’m pretty sure that’s not how you make rose water.” You reply unamused. “Anyways, let’s go to the cafeteria. I’m starving!”

“Fine, but if that’s not how you make it, then why do they call it rose water? How do you think they make it?” He questions you as you both make your way to the see-through elevator

Rolling your eyes, you reply, “I don’t know, Baek. Look it up.” And made your way to the cafeteria.

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“That will be $7.99, please.” The cashier states while looking at the numbers on the screen of her computer.

“Here you go.” You reply and give her the cash from your wallet. After receiving your change, you put the change of coins in the see-through tipping jar that has “Feed Me Please!” inscribed on it.

Taking your tray of food you turn to the tables behind you and see Baekhyun waving to you while Chen is on the opposite side of the table motioning to you to come to where they are sitting.

Seating yourself down next to Baekhyun, you greet Chen on the other side of the table.

“How’s your day been, Chen?” You ask.

“Dreadful, you won’t believe what happened at my office today,” He says and put his hands on his face. “I opened the door to my office and the first thing I see is my trash can on fire and Sehun screaming while trying to dose it out with a water bottle.”

“Who’s Sehun?” Baekhyun asks.

“Just a co-worker of mine. He kept screaming ‘Chen, you’re trash can is mad! Hurry and call 911!’ So I just grabbed the bucket of fire and ran to the bathroom and took it out.”

“Damn, Chen, you’ve got some balls to actually hold it.” Baekhyun says while shaking his head impressed. “I would’ve just called the fire department. But wow, is this fire situation contagious or something? First it’s Y/N and now you. Am I gonna get the disease too?” Baekhyun questions with an infliction of fear in his voice.

You scoff at Baekhyun and his dramatics while Chen looks between you and Baekhyun in confusion

“What’s he talking about?” Chen asks with his eyebrows furrowed. He looks at you and asks, “Did something happen to you?”

You explain to Chen what happened in the morning with Chanyeol in full detail.

“That idiot!” Chen exclaims with a look of disbelief on his face, “How could he be so dumb?” He asks.

“Chanyeol is Chanyeol.“ Baekhyun says while putting a hand on his heart and gives the two of you a sincere look. "As his best friend, I have seen the ups and downs of that man. Once, he managed to trip over a can of Pepsi on the floor NINE times.” He lifts up his hands and shows nine digits for emphasis. “All in thirty minutes!” He raises both of his arms in exasperation.

“There was another time,” he continues while trying to hold back his laughter. “Where he thought his phone was his cup of water and he threw the cup of water on his bed instead of his phone.” Letting out a boisterous laugh, Chen looks at you, “You’ve got quite the man, Y/N.”

Snorting you reply, “Hey look, he might now be the brightest, but he IS the sweetest. He always does his best to comfort me when I’m having period cramps. He’ll rub my back and give me chocolate and he waits for me when I come home from work late. Plus, he’s taking me out to dinner tonight at some fancy restaurant for Valentine’s Day.”

You see the look on both of their faces and chuckle with how disgusted they look. “Don’t look so grossed out, guys. You’ll think it’s cute when you find someone to do these kinds of things with.”

Baekhyun rolls his eyes and gives you a pointed look, “I’ll have you know I can have all those cute mushy moments with someone. I just haven’t found them yet.” Grabbing his cup of water on the table, he takes a sip and continues. “I’ll meet the girl of my dreams one day. We’ll lock eyes and then I’ll walk over to her and introduce myself and boom!” Baekhyun says while using his hands to gesture an explosion. “Next thing you know we’ll be married with a kid living in a mansion.”

“Woah, hold on there,” Chen interjects. “You might want to try and take her out on a date first. But one kid? Really? I always felt like you would want more.”

“Mm, I’ve thought about it, but that’s just so much work and I want to spend a lot of my time with my wife.” Baekhyun replies, resting his chin on the palm of his hand with a dreamy look in his eyes and a goofy smile.

You snort and Chen looks to you, eyes widening as if he remembered something. “Speaking of kids, are you going to be babysitting that toddler tomorrow? It’s every other Sunday right?”

“Ah, yeah. That’s what the plan is anyway.” You say while shrugging. “He’s a real cutie. His mom is pretty smart. She gave me a bag full of the boy’s stuff just in case she had to leave him with me in case of an emergency.”

“Oh, that’s smart of her.” Chen agrees.

“Isn’t it? Anyways back to the topic at hand, how’s your love life been, Chen?” You question him. “We’ve given you our daily update, what’s yours?”

“I’m actually better off by myself. Thank you very much.” Chen states with his head slightly lifted and a haughty expression on his face.

You and Baekhyun stare at him in silence for a good five seconds before he continues.

“What? You don’t think I can be a strong independent man?” He questions the two of you with his upper eyebrows raised.

After another few seconds of silence, his shoulders droop and he sighs

“Well, you’re right.” he admits, immediately putting his head in his arms that are resting on the table and starts to whine. “I’ve gone on so many dates and I still can’t find a man that can reach at least the minimum of my expectations! Is God being cruel? Does he not like me? Why am I this unlucky?”

You look at his depressed state with pity. You’ve known Chen for a good five years. The two of you met in college and became friends after meeting at a party. The both of you didn’t drink so you two were the only two sober kids there and quickly became friends after realizing you both liked the same show. You knew Chen was always looking for the right guy to come his way and you started to feel pity for him since he wasn’t having any luck in that area for quite some time now.

Feeling sympathy for him, you pat his head and try to reassure him. “Aw, come on Chen! I’m sure the right guy will come along soon! You just need to keep trying!”

You notice Baekhyun suddenly sits up straight and claps his hand together. “Oh, that reminds me! I think you might be interested in this guy I met at that one club I go to. He’s got everything you’re looking for! He’s smart, funny, kind, and financially stable. You guys even watch the same television shows!”

Chen instantly lifts his head with a surprised look on his face and asks, “You found someone who watches Strong Woman Do Bong Soon? ”

“The one with the Hulk lady right?”

Chen nods quickly.

“Yeah, he watches it too. Here’s his phone number.” He slides a small piece of ripped paper with the man’s number scribbled on it to Chen. “His name is Minseok Kim and he’s an accountant. I have a feeling you two will hit it off.” Baekhyun says smugly while giving a wink.

Chen takes the piece of paper off the table and inputs the number scrawled on it as a new contact on his phone. “Thanks, Baek. Let’s hope you’re right about this.”

You see Chen’s eyes wander to the time on the top right screen of his phone and he quickly stands up, “Shoot, I’m late for my meeting. I got to go and do my presentation on electronics and what it does to children. I’ll see you guys later!”

“We better hear more about you and Minseok the next time we see you!” You yell out to him while Chen gives you a thumbs up and runs to the elevator almost tripping on a small white napkin on the marbled floor. The two of you wince as you watch him stumble on his way to the elevator.

“I swear that man needs to be more careful.” You murmur and Baekhyun nods in agreement. You look down at your watch and realize lunchtime is about to be over.

“Well, it’s time to head back to work,” you say and you put your phone in your left back pocket of your jeans. “Come on, Baek.” You tell him while nudging your head to the elevator.

Baekhyun’s slouches in his seat and moans while using his best baby voice, “But Mom! I don’t wanna go.”

You laugh seeing him pout at you and you’re surprised that he’s actually wanting to play along now. You respond with a motherly tone, “Come on sweetie, lunchtime is over. If you work hard enough in class, I’ll let you have nappy time early today.”

His eyes widen, “Really? You mean that, Mommy?”

“Mhm.” You hum while nodding.

“Okay, Mommy! I’ll be good and clean up my mess.”

He then stands up and makes a heart over his head with his arms and shouts, “I love you, mom!” in front of the whole cafeteria.

You immediately look around and see that some of the people in the cafeteria are looking at the two of you with a shocked look on their faces.

“Baekhyun!” You hiss and look back at him only to see a smug and cocky look in his eyes. You drag him out of the cafeteria and once the two of you are out of sight, you slap him on the arm. “You idiot! People are gonna think you’re my son now!”

He grins, “What’s the matter, Mom?”

You glare and respond, “Haha, you got me. Now quit it.”

“And what will you do if I don’t?” He challenges you with his arms folded.

“Well,” You pause and look back at him with a wicked grin and a look in your eyes that causes Baekhyun’s cocky demeanor to change. He takes a step back out of fear of not knowing what you’re planning to do.

You take a step closer and yell, “I’ll just do this!” You put his head in a headlock and ruffle his light brown hair messing up his perfectly styled hair.

“Y/N! I spent an hour on this!” he shrieks

“Y/N? What happen to mommy?” You tease him.

“I won’t call you that again I swear!” He pleads.

“Okay, good!” You say and let go of his head. “Glad we could handle this in a civil like manner.”

You pat your jeans wiping off any dust from them while Baekhyun scowls at you.

“You can be a real demon sometimes.” Baekhyun murmurs while he tries to pat down all the loose hair strands on his head with his right hand.

“It’s all out of love, my dear,” You reply with a sugary tone in your voice and pull out a small purple hairbrush from your brown leather purse. “Here, use this. You’re lucky I brought this with me otherwise you’d look like you just got out of bed for the rest of the day.” You say and hand him the hairbrush. “Go to the bathroom and fix it.”

Grabbing the hairbrush out of your hand, he responds, “I’ll meet you back at the office.”

You look at him and ask him with a bit of uncertainty, “Are you sure you don’t want me to wait for you? You usually complain if I try and leave.”

He nods, “Yeah, this might take a while.”

You nod back, “Ok, I’ll see you there then. Don’t stay in there too long. You know how Kyungsoo gets when he doesn’t see you working.” You say as you slowly walk backwards toward the elevator.

“Yeah yeah, it’ll only take like fifteen minutes. Don’t worry,” He replies and starts walking backwards to the bathroom himself. “I’m sure our leader won’t mind if I’m a little late.”

Rolling your eyes, you reply, “I’ll try and make something up for you if Kyungsoo asks me where you are.”

He smiles and gives you a thumbs up and turn to the bathroom. You turn and walk to the elevator only to stop after you hear him yelling behind you.“Thanks, Mom!”

You look back at him with a playful glare. “Don’t make regret giving that to you, young man.”

_________________________________________

Scrubbing the kitchen floor, Chanyeol berates himself on how awful this morning went.

"I can’t believe I broke the waffle iron AND forgot to pack her sandwich in the lunch bag. All I wanted to do was make her something to eat. I should have been more careful.” He says outloud to himself

Sighing, he gets up and drops the towel on the kitchen countertop.

“Some cook I am.” He murmurs dispirited.

He glances at the picture of the two of you on the wall and sadly smiles to himself. It’s a picture of your faces together and he’s giving you a kiss on the cheek while you’re bashfully looking the other way. He loves how attentive you are whenever he discuss ideas for songs or when you would give him something to munch on when he was too immersed in his songwriting. He loved how comfortable he was when he was with you and how you could cheer him up whenever he felt down. The two of you had your own little world and nothing would matter.

He noticed the little things about you like when you would sometimes hum while you were walking or when you were contemplating something, your eyebrows would furrow and you would bite your lip in frustration. It was a cute expression you had, but he was seeing it a lot more lately and it was usually when you were with him. He wasn’t sure of what was wrong and you never really said anything about it, but it was beginning to make him worry that something was up.

“~Hello angel, look at the sky. In my eyes you’re perfect like a painting~”

Chanyeol jumps at the sound of his ringtone playing and picks up the phone. Seeing the ID name “Angel” flashing on it, he realizes it’s you.

Why is Y/N is calling? She usually doesn’t call when she’s working. Did something happen? Chanyeol wonders and answers the call.

“Hey, honey. What’s up?”

Hearing silence coming from your end, he asks again.

“Babe?”

He starts to hear some shuffling in the background and some muffled voices coming through. Thinking you’ve butt-dialed him, he’s about to end the call until he hears something that makes him freeze in his spot.

“But Mom! I don’t wanna go.”

What?

“Come on sweetie, lunchtime is over. If you work hard enough in class, I’ll let you have nappy time early today.”

His eyes widen realizing that’s your voice

“Really? You mean that, mommy?”

“Mhm.”

What’s happening? he thinks to himself. Why is he calling her his “mommy”?!

“Ok, mommy! I’ll be good and clean up my mess.”

Am I dreaming? Is he really calling her “mom”?

“I love you, mom!”

Desperately trying to hear more of the conversation, Chanyeol’s tight grip on the phone causes his index finger to slip and it accidentally pushes the ‘end call’ button.

“No,” Chanyeol shouts out. “No! No! No!”

He looks at the screen frantically trying to figure out a way to eavesdrop back into the conversation. After a few minutes of searching through Google for any solutions, he gives up and puts the phone on the kitchen countertop. Scratching his hair, he starts to pace around in the kitchen while biting his thumb.

This is impossible! There’s no way she could hide something like this from me! I’ve never seen a child here! Although, it does get pretty messy in the house every now and then. But, that doesn’t mean that there’s a baby living in this house right? He immediately stops pacing and looks at your room. There’s only one way to find out.

Chanyeol isn’t the type to snoop around his girlfriend’s apartment, but he believes he doesn’t have a choice this time and quickly makes his way to your room.

If I was Y/N, where would I put my kid’s stuff? He starts off by looking under your bed only to find a black pen and a yellow cap and then quickly moves on to the dresser only to find stacks of clothing in each drawer. Would she put them in the closet? He wonders and opens the closet door.

Upon entering the room, he turns on the lights and briskly checks the shelves thinking there might be some hidden compartment behind one of the objects like the ones he’s seen in movies. Realizing there was nothing there, he goes to the wall next to the shelves of shoes and feels something bump against his foot, looking down he spots a box underneath some hangers of clothes. Pushing the hangers of clothes away from his field of vision, he bends down and quickly lifts the cover of the box and freezes.

Oh my God. It IS true! She has a kid! How? How is this possible?! He thinks to himself while carefully taking out the contents of the box. He places each item on the floor beside the box and looks at them in wonder. A couple pairs of toddler underwear, a bottle of baby powder, three sets of toddler pajamas, and a baby blanket leave Chanyeol speechless.

What do I do? Why would she hide this from me?! How do I talk to her about this? I need to tell someone about this or I’m gonna lose my mind!, Chanyeol quickly gets up and sprints to the kitchen and picks up his phone.

Calling Baekhyun, Chanyeol taps his fingers on the kitchen countertop. “Come on, Baekhyun! Pick up already!” Chanyeol murmurs impatiently. After three missed calls, Chanyeol decides to call Kyungsoo instead. “Come on, come on, come on. Pick up!” after hearing it reach voicemail, he decides to text Kyungsoo instead.

Chanyeol: KYUNGSOO

PICK UP

Satansoo: What

Chanyeol: PICK UP

ITS AN EMERGENCY

Satansoo: How bad is it?

Chanyeol: BAD

IM

FREAKING

OUT

PICK UP YOUR PHONE

Satansoo: Fine

Chanyeol calls him again and bites his lip until he hears Kyungsoo pick up.

“What is it?” Kyungsoo ask monotonously

“Dude, I’m freaking out! I-I’m so confused, I don’t know how she could hide something like this from me!”

“You mean Y/N?”

“Yeah!” Chanyeol shouts exasperated.

“What happen?”

“Kyungsoo, I think-,” He pauses and swallows trying to stay calm. “I think she has a kid.”

[gaycrouton]

Quirky

Words of Love 17/27 [Scully wakes up to the sound of someone rummaging around her apartment.]

Quirky:  (adjective) characterized by peculiar or unexpected traits; strikingly unconventional.

Scully liked to sleep in whenever she possibly could. Contrary to the fact that she woke up everyday at five so she could shower and get the the Hoover Building by seven, always earlier than Mulder, the truth is that she is not a morning person. Because of that, Saturday and Sunday mornings were reserved for lounging around exclusively. This was the first time in a long time her routine had been switched up.

Scully awoke to the sun beaming down at her through the curtains. Looking at her alarm clock she sighed in contentment when she saw 10:10 glaring back at her in red neon. However, her tranquility was extremely short lived. As soon as her head was back on the pillow, she heard a loud crash in the kitchen, followed by a voice grumbling something unintelligible.

She shot up in bed, grabbed her gun off the nightstand, and tiptoed to the source of the noise. It sounded like somebody was rummaging through her cabinets unsuccessfully. As she got closer to the kitchen, she could smell that her stove was on. Now she was just on edge and confused. Turning the corner, she saw a tall man in a black hoodie going through her cabinets. As soon as he opened the one with all the knives, she cleared her throat and commanded, “FBI, I’m armed. Put your hands behind your head and turn around slowly.”

As soon as she heard the man start to chuckle, she knew who it was. Of course it was him. “Mulder, what are you doing in my kitchen? Let alone on a Sunday?” She asked, lowering her gun and letting out the breath she didn’t know she had been holding.

Mulder now thought it would be a good idea to take off his hood, and turned around to meet her with a sheepish grin. “I was trying to surprise you.” He rubbed his hand over the back of his neck and tried to lean against the counter casually. Except he leaned against the stove he just turned on, causing him to yelp and jump away. It may have been extremely amusing if she wasn’t so perplexed by the whole thing.

“Surprise me?”

He looked at her, but then avoided his gaze back to the floor. He was acting unusually shy, she just figured it was because he got caught with his hand in the cookie jar. “I wanted to make you breakfast,” he mumbled sheepishly.

She smiled at how endearing the whole scene was. She still had no idea why, but she was touched that Mulder had come all the way over to do something nice for her. Ignoring the fact that he broke into her home and was rummaging through her belongings dressed as a burglar. “May I ask why?” She said it in the nicest tone she would to let him know she wasn’t mad at his gesture.

He grinned back at her, obviously pleased with her acceptance. With a full toothed smile he replied, “No.”

If her face already wasn’t plastered with confusion, it was now. “No?” she parroted back to him.

“As much as I love seeing sleepy-Scully in her pyjamas, sleepy-Scully asks too many questions. Why don’t you go take a shower and by the time you’re finished, I will be too.” His words caused her to look down and she immediately side-stepped behind a counter to hide from his gaze.

A few years ago, Mulder slept at her place while his apartment was being repainted, and he had left an old Aerosmith shirt behind. She remembered seeing it laying on the bathroom floor and in a moment of uncharacteristic romanticism, she quickly discarded her own clothes and put it on. It came down only to her upper-mid thigh, but she enjoyed being engulfed in his shirt that smelled exactly like him. He never asked about it, and she never attempted to bring it back. Instead, she had made it one of her favorite sleep shirts.

Now, here she was in her own kitchen, wearing absolutely nothing but that shirt and a pair of tiny black panties. Looking back up at him, the gleam in his eye told her that he was fully aware that was his and that he more than enjoyed it being in her possession. She still wanted to find out what he was up to, but using his offer as a scapegoat from her gaze sounded good too. Clearing her throat, she replied, “Okay, I’ll go take a shower. I’ll be out in about twenty minutes.” She made it a few steps down the hallway before turning back around, “What are you looking for anyway?”

With the same grin that seemed to be taking up residency on his face, he replied, “A pan.” He followed her extended finger to the cabinet with the pans and thanked her.

“And what was that crashing noise I heard a few minutes ago?”

“Oh,” his embarrassment making a comeback, “I slipped and fell on your welcome mat.”

She rolled her eyes and went back into her room to change into her robe before going to the bathroom. She sat down for her morning pee as she listened to Mulder stomping around in the other room. It was like comforting background music, you could hear his clumsy backtracking as he made wrong moves, the sound of his curses underneath his breath, and the sound of something sizzling on the stove.

She finished up and started her shower. She was torn between speeding up the process so she could go out there and see domestic-Mulder in action, versus taking her time so that he could fully prepare her surprise the way he intended. She settled on a happy medium and was done in after about fifteen minutes. She stepped out of the shower and gently dried off with a towel before putting on her robe.

She had just stepped out of the bathroom when she heard Mulder cry out in pain. Her doctor instincts kicked in and she quickly made her way into the kitchen to see Mulder running his hand under the faucet.

“Are you okay?” She asked, padding her way over to his hunched over form.

“Yeah, I just burned my finger on the stove,” he mumbled from his position.

She grabbed his wrist from underneath the water, turned off the tap, and she dragged him back with her to the steam-riddled bathroom. She instructed him to sit on the ledge of the bathtub and told him not to touch his finger. She trifled through her medicine cabinet until she found the Bactine, Band-Aids, and Neosporin. Turning back to her task, she stood in front of Mulder and cleaned his wound and started rubbing the ointment onto the raw wound. While she was doing that, she noticed a droplet of water fall down onto his jeans. She realized her damp hair had been dripping onto him while she had been preoccupied. Putting one hand on his shoulder, she reached behind him and grabbed a towel. Taking a few steps back, she lightly bent over, threw the towel on her head, and mussed it up, absorbing the remaining water. When she was done, she flipped her hair up and tossed the towel back to where it was, returning to Mulder. “Sorry about that,” she mumbled as she tried to find a good size Band-Aid from the variety pack.

“You’re fine,” he said after clearing his throat. She noticed there was a strangled quality in his voice and she flitted her eyes to look at him. He was bright red, resting his non-injured hand on the crotch of his jeans, and avoiding her gaze at all costs, though she noticed he kept inadvertently looking back at her body before gluing his eyes to random objects around the room.

She cursed herself for the second time today when she realized she hadn’t changed out of her robe. It wasn’t the worst thing in the world, but it was relatively short, and fixing her hair caused the sash to loosen, making the front gape open a little more than normal. In other words, she had been throwing an excessive amount of cleavage in Mulder’s face.

She quickly pulled out a good enough Band-Aid and wrapped it around his injury. Tapping it lightly, she declared, “You’re all good to go!” Then she quickly left him so, for the first time today, she could put on actual clothes.

When she emerged from her room, in all the appropriate garments, she was greeted with the sight of her dining room table adorned with two plates full of various breakfast foods. Mulder was standing near a chair that he pulled out for her when she got close enough. When she was settled, he sat in the chair next to her and smiled.

“So are you going to let me in on what made you want to roleplay Martha Stewart in my kitchen this morning?” She asked, taking a bite of her eggs. “These are very good by the way.”

Mulder always looked shy when she complimented him, and this was no different. “Thank you. I just felt bad that in the seven years I’ve known you, the only thing you’ve ever gotten from me on a birthday was a keychain and a snowball with a sparkler in it, so I wanted to do something special for you.”

She was touched, she never took it personal when he forgot her birthday, but it was nice to see what he would do when he did remember. However, he was a little off this time. “This is so sweet Mulder, I appreciate this so much, but you know my birthday isn’t until Friday, right?”

She presumed his face got red because he hadn’t realized, but the words out of his mouth took her off guard, “Well, actually it’s not just for your birthday.”

“What do you mean?”

“I could have done it today or tomorrow, there isn’t an exact halfway mark. I did it today because it was Sunday, so I figured we could have more time-”

“Halfway mark for what?” She asked, getting lost in his explanation.

“Today and Tomorrow are halfway in between Valentine’s Day and your birthday.” She knew she was smiling, but he was too hyper focused on pretending to be preoccupied by his food to notice. “I didn’t know if you already had a date on Valentine’s Day, and I didn’t want to bother you, and I know that you usually visit your mom on your birthday, so I figured in between would work best for celebrating both.”

They had gotten progressively closer and closer with each passing year. They both knew they were at the tipping point of their relationship, as soon as one of them finally took the plunge and said “I love you,” she knew there would be no resistance in starting a relationship. They were just both so scared to change what they have. It’s not as if they hadn’t tried though, Scully spent hours helping Mulder reorganize his file cabinets just so they could spend more time together. Mulder just was a bit more quirky when it came to his expressions. Like intricately figuring out how to celebrate both Valentines Day and her birthday with her without being a ‘bother’. Mulder was reserved about showing his emotions to just anyone, so him bearing his heart on his sleeve like this meant the world to her.

She took his hand into her own, getting his attention, and she kissed the palm of his hand before pressing it to her cheek. “Thank you, Mulder. I love this.” She closed her eyes when she felt him rub the skin of her cheek with his thumb. “I’m glad you did this too.” She added, moving to eat some of the food he prepared her.

“Glad? How come?” He asked, doing the same.

“Because now I get to spend both holidays with the person I wanted to.” She took a second before checking to see his reaction, and was pleased to see he was beaming.

“Well, I’m glad because this is actually only the start of our day.” He chuckled shyly.

“I wouldn’t expect anything less.”

[blindersbeach]

dad’s plan

wc: 1364

blurb: when the reader comes home crying, Linda notices and Arthur and her come up w a plan for Valentine’s Day.

Being the daughter of Arthur Shelby was never easy. People always had an opinion and you never cared to hear for it. It didn’t matter to you because you knew how kind your father and his brothers were. You always wished people would see the other side of them and not just judge by actions. You also wished for people to not judge you for having a Shelby last name.

You came home from your friend Abby’s house, which was on the way from yours. You had stopped in to say hi to her mother and have a snack. Abby told you all about how her crush had asked her out. No, it didn’t make you feel good, but you didn’t show it. You never really showed emotion unless you were by yourself. Not even around your step-mother, Linda, and you were really close with her. Once you got home, instead of going straight to your room you went outside into the small garden that you started to build with your father. Your books dropped behind you before full fledged bawling. You sat near the conval lilies. In your small garden there was also cheddar pink flowers, roses, sweet peas, and marigolds. Only a few were naturally sprouting and the others you planted with the help of Arthur.

As you continued to weep among the flowers, you keep thinking about just giving up with guys your age. Even Linda said she hated even thinking about liking or dating a guy when she was a teenager. You hadn’t noticed her peering through the window wondering if you were okay. She called upon Arthur to go check on you.

You heard the crunch of the grass under his boot as he approached closer. You realized that it was him and tried to stop crying, wiping your tears away. You sat up straighter and pretended that you were okay. Your father sat next to you putting a hand on your back. “What happened? Why is My Little Girl crying?” He asked. He wiped away the rogue tear.

“Nothing, just a hard day.” You said, but it wasn’t convincing him.

“Then look at me and say it.” He continued knowing that it was the only way to get something out of you.

“Okay, Abby got a date along with everyone else I know and I didn’t. She went into every single detail that I didn’t care for and of course I am happy for her. It just sucks that I didn’t and I have never.” You said being to cry again. Your father pulled you close to him.

“You don’t need a man and you’ll want someone special. Look how long it took for me to find Linda after your mom.” Arthur said. Your mom had left both you and your father more than ten years ago. She didn’t want to bare the thought of being with a Peaky Blinder and raise a child that would end up one. She left in the middle of the night and left a note for Arthur. You found him crying in his room.

“What if I never find anyone?” You ask finally being able to look at him. It broke his heart to see you like this.

“Then you don’t and that’s okay. Surround yourself with people that love you. Now, will you come in the house. It’s freezing outside and I believe Linda is making your favorite soup!” Arthur said with a nice pep in his voice to bring you to a happier place. You both stood up and began walking back inside the house. “Those flowers bloomed nicely. We should pick some later and bring them inside the house.” He put his arm around you hoping that his comfort would cheer you up.

“Linda, I just feel bad. She shouldn’t feel like this over some guys. Finn tells me that some of them are afraid of her because she beat Finn in a fight before. You know that’s not her fault, Finn is so little.” He said with a chuckle. Linda push a finger in front of her mouth for him to be quieter. You were sleeping on the couch in the living room. You couldn’t really make it up the stairs from being so mentally and physically drained. You didn’t know how much it actually affected you.

“Darling, take her to dinner or something. Do something nice for her. It’s not the best, but it’s better than your idea of hiring some guy to ask her.” Linda said putting a hand on his arm.

“You wouldn’t mind?”

“No! She is your daughter and Valentine’s Day is about all kinds of love. We will have many more to celebrate. So, we can start thinking of ideas.”

You woke up to uncomfortable back pain. That couch wasn’t as comfortable as you had remembered for times before. The quilt felt heavy as you pushed it off. The smell of breakfast was coming from the other room. You heard your little brother squirming as Linda was trying to bottle feed him. You entered the kitchen to see your family sitting at the table.

“We didn’t want to wake you, but the food just got done cooking.” Linda said. She was a great cook, way better than your father.

“Where is dad?” You said as he appeared through the kitchen door. He had a bushel of flowers in one hand and a knife, which you assumed cut the flowers, in the other. Arthur set the knife down and tied the flowers with some ribbon that was on the counter. Linda was smiling at him. You were fond of how much they loved each other and wanted the best of the other. It was something that you would eventually want in life with someone. Arthur handed the flowers to you. “This vase is already full of fresh ones.” You said, gesturing to the one in front of you.

“They are for you. I am also going to take you to dinner. I wanted to do something special for My Little Girl.” Arthur said with a smile. You had always had a great relationship with your father and always looked up to him.

“Why thank you, but I am fine watching Billy while you and Linda go out. I actually want to.”  You said with a large smile. Your family was glad to see it back, You put the flowers beside your plate and starting to serve yourself. Linda gestured with her head for Arthur to begin talking again.

“I am not taking no for an answer.” He said proudly, but Linda almost let out a burst of laughter for how he looked. He was standing tall with his chest puffed out like how he had been the first time they went on a date. You looked at your father and then to Linda.

“Okay. What is our grand adventure going to be?” You said as your father sat down next to Linda. Arthur and Linda began to smile knowing what they were planning.

After stopping at the Garrison for unknown reasons to you, your father brought you to a nice restaurant. You didn’t realize that Small Heath had any. Once you sat down, Arthur ordered his usual drink. Your face turned bright red and your eyes widened. Arthur looked at you worried.

“Abby is here with her date.” You said putting your chin in your hand.

“Have a good night, don’t get into trouble!” Arthur said getting up and pressing a kiss on your forehead.

“Wait, Dad! Where are you going? Why are you leaving me? You can’t just leave me” You said, but he already left. When you looked back Isaiah was sitting in his spot. “What are you doing here?” Isaiah and you were just friends, so this was weird for you.

“Don’t worry, y/n. I am just here because Arthur rang me and just wanted you have a fun night. So, let’s make the fookers jealous and confused.” He put his hand on yours and you both started to laugh. It ended up being one of the best nights, mainly because Isaiah always has a way of cheering you up.

[cherryflavoredblood]

Valentines Day Headcanons!

uhmm.. not the best at romance but i’ll try my best.

mild nsfw warning!

                                              🌹Yuuimori🌹  

 -This man just wanted an excuse to spoil the fuck out of you. Will take you shopping for everything you want and after he’ll take you out on a date (multiple dates in fact.) Once you get home you’ve noticed that the entire house is decorated and lighted up. He’ll cook even if you’ve eaten before, and run a bath. 

 -Roses, roses and more roses. His favorite flower ever, and they’re everywhere. Petals scattered across the floor, in the bathtub, on the bed. The entire house smells like roses, he smells like roses, you smells like roses. He cooks and somehow makes it taste like roses, my god.

 -He’s usually shy, but today he’s super talkative and flirty. Praising you every second he can, making jokes and even flaunting to everyone about you.   

 -At the end of the day, all of this is just to please you. He wants you to feel special and loved and cared for.. okay, most of that is true. Truth is, he’s obsessed with you. He wants to claim you, and then shove his relationship down everyone’s throat  He’ll laugh and mock the people who ask you to be their valentine. He can care less today if he looks gross or creepy, his head’s way too far up his own ass.

                                                     ✝Olearius✝ 

 -He’s down bad, down horrendous and locked in horny jail. He doesn’t want to leave you the hell alone. He’s constantly rubbing against you as if his life depends on it, his hands are always on you whether that be holding your hand or touching you inappropriately. He made you dinner and made you cum at the same time, how romantic.

 -”They say, chocolate is a aphrodisiac” Chocolate, in every dish and every drink? Chocolate hearts and chocolate gift boxes, he just wants that aphrodisiac to work even if it might not. Lactose intolerant? Yikes, he’ll order special chocolate for you, or hell, he might just slip a drug into your meal if he needs.

 -Despite being a total pervert and degenerate, he won’t touch you if you don’t want him to. In fact, he’s quite the charmer so he’s got another valentines plan for you. Art! He’ll paint and sketch for you, might even write you a song. He’ll let you sit on his lap and he’ll play piano for you until you fall asleep. 

 -To horny jail we go again..  needless to say, the best Valentines day gift is contraception. Since you’ll most likely be getting creampied every hour, birth control is a must.

                                                 🥩Shirca🥩 

 -”Morning, I made you something” She’ll wake you up to a big breakfast. Your favorite music playing softly in the background while she eats with you. Shirca’ll start up a nice conversation with you, and read you the card she made.

 -She’ll buy you clothes all in your favorite color, after all, a friend deserves to be dressed well. If you don’t like getting clothes from people, she could always take you shopping, it’s not a big deal. 

 -The most romantic thing is dinner.. right? Well, she’ll cook for you again. However, in a horrible nice attempt you get to see the process, since this is a special day. She picked out the most special person to eat, bought a new hacksaw for this. Shirca lets you cut first, and even lets you do it yourself if you insist to. Whatever cut of meat you want, you get to make. Choose wisely

. 

                                                  ⚜Vanathin⚜

 -’”Romance is dead, Bitch” Doesn’t feel much romantic attraction. Please pretend it’s a normal day today. However that might be a bit hard to forget a holiday as big as this.

 -So... plan B. Vanathin will most likely spend time on his phone during the day. He’ll send you memes and videos. And might even draw something on a app for you. 

 -Nighttime rolls around, V takes you out somewhere. A alleyway. “This.. this is more important than this fucking romance bullshit” Lets just say, his idea of love is brutal, bloody and illegal.

-Let him show his love, don’t fight please. Unless you want to, fine by him.

                                                      ⚔Xancer⚔  

 -Holy shit, no. This man despises this holiday, much like his brother.

 -Will make you a card just to shut you up. You open the card, all it says is “I fucked your mom, shit-lips”

                                                   🎠Yvette🎠

-Does whatever you want! She just loves the company of you, she’s never had a valentine before so she’ll try her hardest to make this day special!

-Knows the best bakeries and ice cream shops in town, so she’ll take you to one of those. Buys you all sorts of sweets to take home even after you’ve ate. 

-When you get home, she’ll put on a movie to watch and make some popcorn. You two can cuddle up on the couch and watch to your hearts content. She’ll even carry you to bed if you fall asleep.  

-Loves you very much, and to show that she showers you with affection all day, just a bit too much affection.

                                                  🦴Mateo🦴

-”Happy Valentines Day!” Jumps on you the second you get home. He rushes you over to his bedroom to show you all the gifts he got. A bouquet of flowers, a few boxes of candy, a card and a few blunts..?  

-He baked some cookies, and styled a entire animal crossing village for you. Everything in that village was perfect.. wonder how he did it? While you enjoy the game, he’ll light up a blunt for you two to share. 

-He’ll grab your face, and just stare at you... see where this is going? Soft makeout session fo today. It’s more passionate than usual, he seems lost in it. 

-Eventually the day ends with him eating all your candy, and all the cookies. The entire house is trashed and you hardly did anything that big. 

                                                     🍷Yoo-Ri🍷

-. Starts your day off doing your hair, nails, makeup and dresses you in the outfit she bought. Makes sure everything is intact and perfect before she takes you out. 

-Reserved a spot at the most fanciest restaurant in the State. Buys the most expensive food for you, the best you’ll ever eat in fact. She’ll brag to the waiter on how hot you look, then tip them 100$. 

-After dinner, Yoo-Ri takes you out to a bar, yet another fancy place. She orders Cocktails and Shots. After getting you drunk enough she’ll take you home. Not to the place you and her live with everyone else, but to her own house. 

-Both of you are wasted, and it ain’t long before she touches you. She’ll push you to the ground, her hand pulling your hair, she degrades you. Disgusting words spit out in a slurred tone. You don’t understand what she’s doing, but can’t get enough energy to move. “Happy Valentines day, dumb fucking whore”

                                               🍹Seo-Hyeon🍹

-”There’s my favorite Bubby! Mornin’!” She’s so excited to see you, planting kisses on your lips and face. She grabs your hand and pulls you into the living room. Your gifts all neatly wrapped and bowed, glitter everywhere..

-She makes you lunch after you open everything. Eager to sit next to you and way too touchy. She Holds your waist and talks about all the things she likes about you. She constantly askes if what she made to eat was good enough.

-After the day you had, Seo lays you down on her and holds you close. Whispers to you how much she loves you. How much you make her happy and fulfilled. She let’s you sleep on her, won’t move an inch, she knows how tired her bubby gets.

[gracefully-falling]

85 truths tag 💜

Tagged by @angelfacehobi thank you my love I always love doing these but I’m sorry I take so damn long 😅😅

85 Truths Tag

Tag 20: @evilmaknaeeyes-blog @jjinception @nightowls388 @strawberrymarshmallowstories @hobieism @catladyjaebum @noona4bts @honeyeontan @liz3056 @fly-with-hobi (I don’t know 20 people 😅😅😅)

1. Last Drink- Coffee because I woke up 😅😅

2. Phone call- My best friend that lives 2 min from me to tell her something that was just way over my head 😬😬😬

3. Text message- My Mom to tell her Happy Valentine’s Day ❤️

4. Song you listened to- Mine by Bazzi (#RMusic thank you 🙏🏽)

5. Time you cried- A week ago while watching the Greatest Showman 🤧

6. Dated someone twice- I’m sorry but nooo

7. Kissed someone and regretted it- Yes... just once

8. Been cheated on- No? Haha if they did they did a pretty good job, but not that I know of 😅

9. Lost someone special- Yeah 😞

10. Been depressed- Yes.

11. Gotten drunk and thrown up- Once for my 18th birthday...

Fave colours:

12. Red!!!

13. Light Blue

14. Purple

In the last year have you:

15. Made new friends- Hell yeah!

16. Fallen out of love- Lol still in love with BTS 🤣 but no there isn’t anyone

17. Laughed until you cried- Haha yeah

18. Found out someone was talking about you- Yep! (I gave them a hug because they are too sweet 😭❤️)

19. Met someone who changed you- Oh yeah!!! Definitely!!! I’m looking at you @angelfacehobi and @jjinception (y’all are my loves 💜)

20. Found out who your true friends are- Definitely

21. Kissed someone on your facebook friends list- Haha nonono

22. How many of your facebook friends do you know irl?- 50% lol I never really go on there

23. Do you have any pets- I wanna dog. That’s all I want in life but sadly no 🙁

24. Do you want to change your name- Yeah.... mostly because it’s easily mistaken for my sisters 🙃

25. What did you do for your last birthday- Hehhe I had a nice dinner with a good group of friends then just drank classily and then just became a blur from there 😅

26. What time did you wake up today? : fricken 6:15am for the early birds special at a restaurant for breakfast food 🤣

27. What were you doing at midnight last night- In bed thinking why I’m not asleep when I should be

28. What is something you can’t wait for: Leaving this country for travelling to go to LA and Costa Rica 🙌🏽

30. What are listening to right now- Bad Boy by Red Velvet. That is my jam rn....

31. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom- Uh yeah? Back in High School...

32. Something that’s getting on your nerves- people who can’t admit the truth especially when they were caught in a lie😶😶😶😶

33. Most visited website- Surprise surprise! It’s tumblr 🤣

34. Hair colour- Dark Brown

35. Long or short hair- Long for sure. Short hair makes my head look like an egg 🤣

36. Do you have a crush on someone- I did... but now I just love all my friends 😅

37. What do you like about yourself- I’m fiercely loyal and that I can adapt if something is thrown my way. I love that I love all my friends and they have taught me to learn how to love myself(its a process but it’s progressing) and I love my eyes and smile 😚

38. Want any piercings- Not particularly 😅

39. Blood type- O negative 🤗

40. Nicknames- Jae, Jaeds(don’t like this one lol)

41. Relationship status- Single 🙌🏽

42. Zodiac - Pisces

43. Pronouns- she/her

44. Favorite TV Shows: sense8! Dirk Gently’s Hollistic Dectective Agency 🤣

45. Tattoos- Not yet! Still really thinking about some

46. Right or left handed- Right

47. Ever had a surgery- Nope 👎🏾

48. Piercings- just ears

49. Sports - Basketball and Track

50. Vacation- LA, Costa Rica and Korea(maybe)

51. Trainers- Whaaaat?

More general

52. Eating- Omelette 💜

53. Drinking- water

54. I’m about to watch- Violet Evergarden

55. Waiting for- More surprises that life has in store 🤣

56. Want- Clothing to wear for summer and a dog 👌🏾

57. Get married- Someday. It would be nice to if there is someone 🤣

58. Career- Registered Nurse or Pharmacist

59. Hugs or kisses- How about both 🙌🏽

60. Lips or eyes- rn I’m just thinking of Jung Hoseok and its definitely both

61. Shorter or taller- at least same height or taller

62. Older or younger- Older!! Preach

63. Nice arms or stomach- it doesn’t matter ☺️

64. Hookup or relationship- Relationship 🙌🏽

65. Troublemaker or hesitant- Hesitant definitely

Have you ever

66. Kissed a stranger- yeah...

67. Drank hard liquor- Yes

68. Lost glasses- I don’t wear them

69. Turned someone down- Yes

70. Sex on first date- Nope

71. Broken someone’s heart- Yeah 🙃

72. Had your heart broken- yeah

73. Been arrested- Almost but it’s a long and funny story

74. Cried when someone died- yes

75. Fallen for a friend- Never been in that situation

Do you believe in

76. Yourself- Now I do.. took a while 😊

77. Miracles- Yeah

78. Love at first sight- Umm yes and no?

79. Santa claus- No

80. Kiss on first date- Maybe if it’s going well ☺️

81. Angels- YES and they are my friends ❤️

Other

82. Best friend’s name- i don’t think I should disclose them 😅

83. Eye colour- Brown

84. Fave movie- Black Panther

85. Fave actor: Park Hyungshik