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cherryhanji · 4 years

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she was a poem, but she thought he couldn't read it

oneshot. seungmin x reader

Genre: fluff

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And she thought that he will never knew about her

You and Seungmin have been schoolmates since the start of middle school. But this year is the only year you got to be his classmate. You're now in your senior year so you've known him quite a long time. You've known each other since then because you were club mates in performing arts club where you are the vice president and he is the president. You really like him since then. But never attempt to tell him what you feel because Seungmin has this "I don't care about you" face every time you see him at school. But you know that he is kind and approachable(?) you think. Maybe because you were his vice president in your club. You really don't know. But deep in your heart and soul that he has this good and bubbly side because you saw him hanging out with his group, the famous skz members in your school. They are always performing every time there is a school fair and that 's what makes Seungmin the president of performing arts club. You know each member of that group because one member, Hyunjin, is your second cousin.

You are close with Hyunjin and you get along really well. But Hyunjin didn't know that you like his bestfriend. Hyunjin and Seungmin were the closest two in their group. Hyunjin is Seungmin's childhood friend. But you only knew Seungmin since you moved to Hyunjin's town when you started in middle school.

You are now in your last year. Your feelings for Seungmin never left you. You really don't know what to do. Although you did a lot of efforts for him, anonymously like, giving him chocolates and letters every Valentine's day. Or giving him gifts for his birthday. Luckily no one knows that you are the one who's doing that so you keep ongoing. You're not the only one doing that for Seungmin but every time there's a lot of gifts in his locker, your gifts are the only one Seungmin is getting and ignoring the other stuffs. You don't know the reason but it makes you happy with that. You don't know if he knows about you or what, but Seungmin never talked about it with you, so maybe he doesn't know.

"Uhm, are you okay? You're quiet since morning " your friend asks you. You're taking your break time and you were in the cafeteria.

"Uhm, it's nothing to worry about." You told her. "You sure? Are you sick? Is there anything painful?" She asks again.

"No, I'm okay." You smile at her. "Or wait, is it about Seungmin?" She said and pointed her lips on Seungmin and the boys. Your eyes widen and look at their direction. You saw them also taking their break.

"H-hey, your voice." You told her. Except you, your friend also knows your feelings for Seungmin.

"I told you mate, you better tell him what you feel before its too late. How many times did you saw him only taking the stuffs you gave him? And take note, he smiles at it whenever he saw all the gifts you gave him. There's no harm in trying. Tell him. We're now in our last year, grab the opportunity, mate. You'll never know when you two will meet again." She said and smiled at you.

You've been thinking about that lately. Yes, you want to tell him what you feel. But there's something inside you preventing on telling him. What if he doesn't like you? What if he likes someone? What if he already knows about it but doesn't give a shit at all? You keep on debating with yourself.

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You went to the cafe near your school to do your proposal for the upcoming school fair. And your club is the one in charge of the said event.

"Hey, my dear cuz, what a busy bee" Hyunjin greeted you with a smile.

"Oh hey, Jinnie. Just doing stuff for the school fair. Oh hello, Changbin!" You also greeted Changbin.

"Hey y/n, why don't you ask Seungmin for help if that's the work of your club?" You blushed when Changbin mentioned Seungmin's name.

"Oh no, It's okay, I know you're also busy for your upcoming performance. Anyways, how's your practice?" You changed the topic.

"Hmm, it's good, Anyways, we have surprise performance and Seungmin will be the one to perform it. He said he will dedicate it to someone special to him. Don't tell others okay? You're the only one who knows about it. " Hyunjin whispered.

"Really? Wow, that's nice of him. He's indeed the president of Performing arts club" you said with a smile.

"Yeah, yeah, he's the best hmp." Changbin jokingly said. You jokingly smacked him.

"Of course you guys are all talented. That's why skz were formed right? A bunch of talented kiddos." You said and laughed.

"Hey we're not kids anymore" Hyunjin protested.

"Yeah yeah okay okay, calm yo asses down." You said. "Hey, we need to go now, we need to go back to our practice room, we just bought the other guys some snacks. See you later cuz." Hyunjin said. You smiled and give your goodbyes to each other. You get back immediately on what you're doing so you can go home early.

You only have a day to prepare for the school fair and your club almost finishes working for it. You and the secretary is in charge of leading because Seungmin is busy with their performance for the fair.

"Sorry guys, I only have this time to check on you!" Seungmin approached you to check the preparation. you smile at him.

"It's okay, I know your group is also busy with your performance. Good luck!" You cheered for him.

"Thanks. Anyways, do you have any free time later?" He asked you. You were shocked. Wait. Is this real? Is this fucking real??? Kim Seungmin, your longtime crush is asking if you're free later. Oh shit.

"N-no, not really, why?" You answered. "Uhm, I just want to treat you for your hard work, I'm just thankful for your efforts on our club. Uhm, you're very dedicated to our club and as the president, I want to thank you for that." Oh shit, this one's real. Seungmin is treating you later. And you can't calm your freaking ass right now.

"Huh? Oh, it's okay, no need for that. It's also my responsibility as the vice president. As if this is the first time we worked on events." You shyly said.

"No, please accept it. Perhaps it's our last year being the president and vice president of this club so, accept my gratitude." He warmly smiles at you. And you swear to all Gods and Goddesses, this is the first time he smiled at you like that. So you have no choice but to accept that.

"So I guess, at 5 pm, after school?" He asked. You nod in response and told each other your goodbyes. You just can't take off that freaking smile on your face. It's like you won the lottery right now. You just can't help it.

After classes, you met Seungmin at the school entrance. Oh my, he looks like an angel sent from God above, you can't help but smile. "Y/n, let's go," Seungmin asked you. "Sure, let's go"

"Just tell me what flavor you like." Seungmin is now ordering for the both of you. "I'll just take the blueberry cheesecake and iced americano." You said to him. He smiled at you and told the cashier your orders. Both of you went back to the table while waiting for your orders. "Seungmin, thanks for this treat, don't worry, next time I'll be the one to treat you." You said and smiled at him. "It's okay, I should be the one to treat you and be thankful for all of your efforts." He replied. "Hmm, okay. But if I want to treat you anytime, will you be okay with that?" You don't know where did you get that confidence to ask him that question. "Sure, why not? It's not like we're strangers to each other." He said and laughed and you just sat there and feel like you were in cloud nine because Seungmin didn't even say no to your request. God, you keep on falling for him. You smiled back at him. You already got your orders and already started eating.

"Uhm, by any chance.." Seungmin started to ask you. "Hmm?" You asked back. "By any chance, do you have a boyfriend? Or used to have a boyfriend?" You choked at his question. You grabbed your americano and drink. What the heck, why did he asked you such a ridiculous question. Isn't it obvious that you don't have a boyfriend? You only like him. Only him. "Hey, are you okay?" He asked you again.

"Uhm, yeah, it's just that your question is so funny. No, I never had a boyfriend. Only y--" you stopped and realized that if you continue what you're saying your dead. He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "Only what?" He asked. "Uh, nothing, only crush. A long time crush. And I really don't know when to tell him." You said and again, you get sad at the thought. "You know what, you should tell him. It's like this, you don't do anything, and you will get nothing. Why don't you tell him what you feel, you won't know, maybe he likes you too, it's just that you both were waiting for each other. You really won't know unless you tell him." He said and smiled at you cheering you up. "I really don't know, Yes, I want to tell him what I feel but, there are always buts." You sigh in defeat. "You know what, you only have this year to tell him. You don't know when you two will meet again." Just like what your friend said, your one and only crush just told you to confess to him and grab the remaining opportunity. Maybe they're right.

Seungmin took you home that night. And you feel like you're the luckiest person ever. You got the chance to talk to Seungmin for a long time, And even took you home. What a lucky ass you are. But, you remembered what Seungmin and your friend told you. It's 12 in the midnight and you can't sleep just because you 're thinking of confessing to Seungmin tomorrow after the school fair. You just stick to the plan. Confess to Seungmin in the performing arts club room after the fair. That's it. It's final. No turning backs. You're just going to tell him what you feel and voila, you considered what Seungmin told you a while ago.

Today is the most awaited annual school fair where all of the students can freely roam with their friends around the school and have some fun. You, on the other hand, keep on assisting the club for operating the event. But all students were gathered around the quadrangle where skz usually performs every school fair. Every student, usually girls were cheering for them and you can't help yourself but to cheer for them also. And as always, Seungmin never fails to amaze you as they perform their new choreography. It's really cool. Their moves are all synchronized and smooth. After the performance, all students screamed and clapped for them for their amazing performance. "Okay, okay, thank you, guys! But guess what, we still have this surprise performance brought to you by the one and only, Kim Seungmin!!" Chan, their leader introduced the next performance by Seungmin. So this is what Hyunjin told you about. "Thank you guys. As the president of performing arts club for the last time, This performance is for all of you especially to this someone special for me." He said and the students screamed and cheered for him. You don't know if you're dreaming, but Seungmin looked at you for a very very short time and smiled, "to my special someone, this is for you." He said and earned a lot of applause from the audience. He started singing and you swore for the nth time, this Boy is a gift. And there you are again, you really fell in love with this guy. After the performance, the audience once again clapped and cheered for him and you saw the boys also cheered for him.

After the fair, you approached them and congratulated them. "Hey, guys! Congrats for your performance" this is the second time you greeted them every after their performances. "Hey! Thanks, y/n. Hey Hyunjin, your cousin is really something, by the way, do you, by any chance, have a boyfriend?" The chick boy Han asked you. Hyunjin smacked his chest and put his arms on your shoulder. "Back off dude. My cousin is too good for you." Hyunjin said and ruffled your hair. You laughed and smiled at them. "Guuuuys! Here's our food! Noona! Come on join us, let's eat!" Their youngest member, Jeongin asked you and you gladly joined them. Is it just you or Seungmin is surprisingly quiet while you were eating. Is he really like this? You wondered because he's with his friends, so why the heck he's quiet? Is he tired or something?

After lunch, the other boys went out to roam around the school. "Hey, Seung! Wanna join us? Gonna find some girlies out there." Han asked Seungmin. Seungmin only rolled his eyes and said No. "Hey cuz, wanna join us?" Hyunjin asked you. "It's okay Jinnie, I'll take some rest first, I've been walking since morning." You answered and smiled at him, "okay then! See y'all later!" Hyunjin said and already went out with others. And it seems like the Heavens gave you a chance to confess. Only you and Seungmin were the only ones left in the room. "Hey Seungmin, aren't you going out? You should enjoy the event, there's still time before the booths will all close." You told him. "No it's okay, I'll just stay here. Would you mind?" Seungmin said. "Oh no! It's okay." You said while fixing your messy bag. An awkward silence covered the whole room for God knows how long when you decided to break it because you can't take it anymore. This is it. No turning back. For almost 4 years, you decided to tell Seungmin, what you feel. You first check if any of the boys or members of the club is outside and when you saw no one, you looked at Seungmin who's only playing on his phone, you went to him. "S-seungmin, are you busy?" You asked. "No, not really, why?" He asked as he looked at you.

"I just want to tell you something."

"What is it?" Seungmin said and tap the sofa signaling you to sit down beside him.

"Uhm I guess I need to get this out of my chest. Uh--"

"What is it?"

Closing your eyes, you finally told him, "I like you, Seungmin, I really do." Silence. You opened your eyes to check his reaction. He smiled back at you.

"I know, y/n. Finally. But it's a shame because you're the one who did it first." You're confused with what he just said.

"W-what do you mean.?"

"I like you too. Y/n. "

"H-how? Why?"

"I know it's you. You're the first one who gave me stuff and letters, right? I know all of your efforts. One time, when you gave me a gift with a letter, that special poem about me. Hyunjin and his curious ass read your poem and recognize it's your penmanship. I told him not to tell you because I know you're his cousin and that time, I already like that person who's giving me those precious letters and it turns out to be you. I don't know, I'm just relieved that it's you. I like you, for a long time, that's why I never attempted to have a girlfriend except you, I want you to be my first girlfriend, you're my first love, y/n." you cried at what he said. You just can't believe, your long time crush also likes you and even told you you're his first love.

"H-hey, why are you crying? Is there anything bad with what I said?" He said and wiped the tears falling in your eyes with his thumb. You just hugged him and cried again. What a shitty crybaby.

"Don't cry, Someone might walk in and think I made you cry, not Hyunjin, He'll kill me." He caressed your back and shush you.

"I'm just thankful and very happy. I just can't contain my feelings. I'm sorry." You stopped crying and wiped the tears on your face. "Just remember this. I'm always here and no one will replace you. I assure you that." He said as he grabbed your hand and kissed it. You smiled at him and nod your head.

"So, does this mean,-"

"Yes, I'm your boyfriend. We're now dating. Is it weird? Or I'm just happy or argh---" Seungmin accidentally curse at his breath... You laughed at him being frustrated. You hugged him again. You don't what you did to deserve this. Your just thankful that finally Kim Seungmin, your long time crush is now your boyfriend.

Seungmin cupped your cheeks and kissed your forehead. He hugged you again and for God knows how long you two were hugging.

"Oh, so this is why you two didn't go with us. Hmm, now I know why Hyunjin said back off. " Han said while he puffed his cheeks. You didn't notice the boys went back to the room. "Oh hello lovebirds, satisfied now?" Hyunjin said as he winked at the both of you. You smiled at him and threw a pillow on him. Hyunjin catches it and laughed at you. "Letters, poem, chocolates, hmm what else?" Hyunjin teased you as he dictates all the gifts you gave to Seungmin. "Hwang Hyunjin!" You shouted at him and laughed.

"So it's you who gave Seungmin all of those letters and chocolates? Oh that's why he never gave us those chocolates" Felix said and all of them agreed. you looked at Seungmin. "Why? You gave it to me, right? So basically, it's mine." He said.

"Oh, guys! Let's now fixed ourselves and get ready to go home!" Chan said and fixed his things.

You and Seungmin happily walked on your way home. The two of you were five houses away to each other that's why Seungmin's family and your family were familiar to each other.

"Thank you Seungmin. I really enjoyed this day. I'm so happy because of you."

"Me too. I just want you to know that you mean the world to me." He said and smiled sweetly to you.

"So, see you tomorrow, then?"

"Hmm. Let's go to school together. Just wait for me here." Seungmin happily said. Now you get to see his bubbly side yourself. You nod and bid your goodbyes.

Seungmin grabbed your hand and you didn't know what happened next until you felt his lips on yours. Bitch! Seungmin just kissed you! Out of shock, you're speechless. Seungmin just smiled at you and ruffled your hair. He told you to go inside. And you, with how shooketh you are, went inside speechless. You just smiled at the thought, Your long time crush, just kissed you. You feel like you are the luckiest person alive and relieved that you already told him what you feel. And you've felt like you finally got your inspiration, and most importantly the love of your life. Your first love.

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bechloeislegit · 4 years

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2020 BeChloe Valentine’s

I HATE THAT YOU THINK I HATE YOU

Prompt from FanFiction User SecretNerd18: I would like to see a second part to "I Hate That You Hate Me" [Chapter 2] showing Chloe's perspective and when she started disliking Beca and when and how she felt getting the notes. So, basically, the same story only from Chloe's POV. [Side note: Chloe's thoughts are shown in Italics throughout the story.}

It was two weeks before Valentine's Day, and Chloe was at her locker when she noticed Beca Mitchell across and down the hall from her. She stood to look at Beca, wondering why she couldn't get the girl off her mind.

Chloe was surprised when Beca looked up and directly at her. She was even more surprised when Beca smiled at her. Chloe glared at her before looking away.

"Come on, Chloe," Aubrey said. "It's Friday, and I have a date with Stacie."

"Yeah, in like four hours," Chloe scoffed. "Do you mind if we run by the store and pick up some notebook paper on the way home? I want to finish my History paper tonight so that I can enjoy the weekend."

"That's fine," Aubrey said. She looked around and saw Stacie talking to Beca. "How did they ever become friends?"

"Who?" Chloe asked.

"Stacie and Beca," Aubre responded.

"Don't know," Chloe said. "And don't care. Can we go?"

"Sure," Aubrey said and called out to Stacie, "Come on, Stacie. We're leaving."

"Coming," Stacie called back. "See you later, Beca."

~ 2020 Valentines - I Hate That You Think I Hate You ~

On Monday morning, Chloe was alone at her locker and had Beca on her mind again. It seemed as if the whole weekend, Beca kept popping into her head. She was exhausted, keeping up the facade that she disliked Beca.

Chloe had just turned from her locker when she heard, "Oh, excuse me. Sorry"

"It's o-" Chloe started and stopped when she saw who ran into her. "Watch where you're going, Mitchell."

"Sheesh, Beale," Beca said. "Take it down a notch. It was an accident, and I said I was sorry."

"Whatever," Chloe said and walked off.

"That's right, Beale," Beca yelled after Chloe. "You don't want to see me go all badass Beca Mitchell on your ass!"

Chloe flipped Beca off over her shoulder, causing Beca to laugh loudly. She disappeared around the corner, her heart racing.

"God, how does she make my heart race like that?" Chloe thought as she hurried to class. "And why can't I have a normal conversation with her?

At lunch, Chloe sat with Stacie and Aubrey, but she was constantly looking over at Beca. She could hear Beca's laugh and see her smile. God, she hated that she couldn't walk over and talk to Beca like she used to. It feels like it's been years, but it's only been since just before the summer break.

"Why can't I tell Beca I like her?" Chloe thought. "I am usually so confident and have never had a problem being straightforward. Why am I now?"

"What do you think, Chloe?" Aubrey asked. "Chloe? Hey!"

Chloe jerked her head up and looked at Aubrey and then around the table to see the other girls staring at her.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"Where's your head today?" Aubrey asked. "We were just talking about the Valentine's Day Dance. We think renting a limo would be fun. What do you think?"

"Um, sounds good," Chloe said. "I'm in."

"This is going to be so much fun," Jessica said.

"I agree," Stacie said. "Making it a Galentine's event is a great idea."

"Chloe, are you sure you're okay?" Aubrey whispered, looking at her best friend.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Chloe whispered back. "I have a lot of homework and also need to work on my History paper. I didn't get much done this weekend, and it's causing me some anxiety."

"Don't worry about it," Aubrey said. "You always do well on your papers. Plus, you have like two weeks before it's due."

"Yeah," Chloe said, smiling. "I guess I'm worrying over nothing. Now, what's everyone wearing to the dance?"

~ 2020 Valentines - I Hate That You Think I Hate You ~

Chloe turned on some music before she sat at her desk. She dug through her backpack and pulled out her books and homework. A piece of paper fell to the floor, and she reached down to pick it up.

She put her backpack on the floor and her books on the desk. She looked at the paper and opened it and read it out loud in her empty bedroom.

"I wish I could tell you how I feel, but words cannot express the depth of those feelings. I hope one day to tell you how you make me feel. Until then, know that someone out there likes you. A lot."

Chloe turned the paper over and frowned. "No signature. I wonder how they got it into my backpack?"

Chloe sat for a moment. She couldn't help the smile that grew on her face.

"I have a secret admirer," Chloe mumbled. "I wonder who it is?"

~ 2020 Valentines - I Hate That You Think I Hate You ~

The next day, Chloe was walking on air, still thinking about the note she received from her secret admirer. Her day was going well until she walked into her third-period class. Sitting in her seat next to Aubrey was Beca Mitchell.

"What the Hell?" Chloe mumbled as she walked over to Beca. Chloe glared at Beca, and Beca winked at her. "You're in my seat, Mitchell."

"I don't see your name on it," Beca responded. "Um, Miss Matthews?" Beca called out, raising her hand.

"Yes, Miss Mitchell," Miss Matthews answered.

"Do we have assigned seats in this class?"

"Um, no, you don't," Miss Matthews said. "You know that."

"Thanks," Beca said and then looked at Chloe, who was fuming as she glared at Beca. "See, Beale. Not your seat."

Chloe stomped her foot and sat in the seat behind Aubrey. Chloe glared at the back of Beca's head for the entire class.

Class ended, and Beca stood, looking at Aubrey.

"This was fun, Posen," Beca said. "Maybe we can do it again tomorrow."

Before Aubrey could say anything, Beca rushed off.

"I can't believe her," Chloe said, walking out of class with Aubrey and Stacie. "She knows I always sit next to you."

Later that day, Chloe was standing with Aubrey at her locker. Chloe saw a piece of paper fall out as the door opened.

"What's this?" Aubrey asked, picking up the paper.

"I don't know," Chloe said, taking it from her.

Chloe opened it and read it and smiled. She then looked around to see if anyone was watching her. She didn't see anyone paying attention to her.

"Well, what is it?" Aubrey asked.

"It's a poem," Chloe said, handing it to Aubrey.

Aubrey read it out loud.

"Your hair is red Your eyes are blue I don't usually like that combination But, damn, it looks good on you."

Aubrey chuckled. "It's cheesy but cute. It sounds like someone has an admirer."

"Maybe," Chloe said, smiling. She took the poem and folded it neatly before placing it in her backpack. "I found another note in my bag last night when I was getting my books out to do homework."

"Is it from the same person?"

"I think so. But I have no idea who it is."

"So, what?" Aubrey said. "You have a secret admirer now?"

"Looks like it," Chloe said. "I wonder when they'll reveal themselves."

"I don't know," Aubrey said. "But, it's got to be someone you already know."

"I guess," Chloe said.

~ 2020 Valentines - I Hate That You Think I Hate You ~

Chloe found notes in her locker every day that week. They always made her smile.

Chloe spent that weekend working on her History paper and was quite thrilled that she had completed it early.

While sitting at her desk, she opened her top drawer and pulled out the notes she had received that week. She re-read each one, smiling as they each complimented her in some way. She couldn't wait to find out who was giving her these notes.

On Monday, Chloe was running late, so she threw her lunch and books in her locker before heading off to her first class. Later, Aubrey and Stacie walked her to her locker to get her lunch.

"Where is it?" Chloe asked as she dug through her locker. "I put it in here this morning. How could it just disappear."

"Come on, Chloe," Aubrey said. "You can buy lunch. We don't have time to keep going through your locker."

Chloe stood and let out a heavy sigh as she closed her locker and followed after Aubrey and Stacie.

"I still can't believe this," Chloe said angrily as she, Aubrey, and Stacie entered the cafeteria. "How do you lose your lunch when you put it in your locker? Do you think someone broke into my locker and stole it?"

"I don't know, Chloe," Aubrey said. "And why would someone do that?"

"Are you sure you had it this morning?" Stacie asked. "You were running a little late."

"I'm sure," Chloe said. "You know I hate the cafeteria's food and always bring my lunch. I've been bringing my lunch from home since Middle School. Why would I suddenly forget it now?"

Stacie and Aubrey made their way to their table while Chloe went to stand in the food line. She waited in line with her arms crossed, ignoring everyone around her.

"Chloe Beale!" a male voice called out. "I'm looking for a Chloe Beale."

Chloe looked up at hearing her name. Several students pointed at her, causing her to blush. "I'm, uh, Chloe Beale."

"Here you go," the guy said, holding a bag and a take-out drink cup toward Chloe.

"I didn't order this," Chloe said, looking at the bag and drink.

"Hmm, someone knows my favorite diner," Chloe thought.

"I don't know what to tell you," the guy said. "Someone called this morning and placed the order. I was told to deliver it here at exactly Noon and ask for Chloe Beale. It's already paid for and everything."

The guy stood there, holding the food out to Chloe. Chloe looked around and finally took the bag and drink.

"Thank you," Chloe said.

"Enjoy!" the guy said as he walked away.

Chloe took the bag and drink to her table and sat down. She set the bag down and looked at it.

"Who would do this?" Chloe asked herself. "Did they steal my lunch from my locker? I wonder if it's the same person who's been leaving me notes?"

"Something tells me your admirer had something to do with this," Aubrey said. "What did they get you?"

"I don't know," Chloe said, silently thinking, "I hope it's that chicken sandwich I like so much."

"Admirer?" Stacie asked.

"Yeah," Aubrey said. "Someone left notes in Chloe's locker all last week. It looks like their upping their game."

"Well?" Stacie said. "What did they get you?"

Chloe opened the bag and looked inside. Her face lit up. "Oh, my God. It's my favorite chicken sandwich from the diner."

"I hope this is a strawberry-banana smoothie," Chloe thought as she picked up the drink. She took a sip and smiled. "Oh, my God, it is!"

"It's a strawberry-banana smoothie," Chloe told Aubrey and Stacie. "This is my go-to order. How would someone know that?"

"Maybe, because it's someone you know," Aubrey said.

"Right now, I don't care," Chloe said, sipping her smoothie. "This is better than any lunch I could have packed."

Chloe had a smile on her face for the rest of the day. After the last period, Chloe was at her locker with Aubrey and Stacie.

"I'll be back," Stacie told Aubrey. "I need to talk to Beca."

"Ugh, Mitchell," Chloe said. "Why do you hang out with her?"

"I like her," Stacie said. "Give her a chance, and you'd probably be friends with her again."

Chloe didn't say anything, and Stacie walked away.

"What is your problem with Beca anyway?" Aubrey asked. "Stacie has asked me a couple of times, but I have no idea. Why won't you tell me?"

"I don't know," Chloe said. "She just rubs me the wrong way."

Chloe glanced over to see Stacie talking to Beca.

"Why does she have to be so damned cute," Chloe thought. She let out a sigh and finished gathering her books to take home.

~ 2020 Valentines - I Hate That You Think I Hate You ~

On Tuesday, Chloe opened her locker and found another note. She read the note and smiled.

"Let me see," Stacie said as she grabbed the note out of Chloe's hand.

"Hey," Chloe said, reaching for the note. "Give that back."

"Let her read it, Chloe," Aubrey said, laughing at the two. "I'll tell her what it says anyway."

"Fine," Chloe huffed. "I hope it's not something embarrassing, or I'll never hear the end of it."

Stacie cleared her throat.

"Dear Chloe,

Your smile is so bright that it alone could light up all 7 continents for the next 10 years. Your laugh is infectious and may just be the cutest thing I've ever heard.

Did you know these things? Well, you do now because they're both true. I hope you have a great day!

Signed by someone who wants to get to know you better."

"Wow," Aubrey said, grimacing slightly. "They upped the cheesy meter on that one."

"I think it's sweet," Chloe said, grabbing the note back from Stacie. She re-read the note to herself, not able to hold back the smile that came to her face.

"Are you still in the dark as to who your admirer is?" Stacie asked, trying to hide the fact that she knew it was Beca.

"I have no idea who it is," Chloe said. "I wish I did. I'd ask them to be my Valentine and to be my date at the dance. I'd like to get to know them better, too."

"What if it's some loser?" Aubrey asked.

"Oh, my God, Brey!" Chloe said. "Judgemental much?"

"I'm just saying, they might not be cute or whatever," Aubrey said. "What would you do then?"

"I'd still ask them to the dance," Chloe said. "You know I don't care about looks."

"What if it's a girl?" Stacie asked.

"What if it is?" Chloe retorted. "You know I don't label myself or anyone else. I'd gladly ask her out if it turns out to be a girl." Chloe looked thoughtful for a moment. "You know, now that you mention it, these notes do sound more like a girl than a guy."

"I wouldn't mind if it was a girl," Chloe thought as she looked around the hall to see if anyone stood out. "I wonder if Beca would fall for a secret admirer leaving her notes? God, that's dumb. She'd probably figure out it was me and then tell everyone about it. No thanks."

Chloe stole a glance toward Beca's locker, but she was already gone.

Stacie smiled as she quickly glanced to see if Beca was watching. Beca had already left.

~ 2020 Valentines - I Hate That You Think I Hate You ~

Stacie walked into the cafeteria and saw Beca sitting at her usual table. She looked a little off, and Stacie decided to check on her.

"I'll meet you at our table," Stacie told Aubrey. "I need to talk to Beca."

Chloe sat at their table and watched as Stacie talked to Beca. She tried not to stare, but Beca didn't look well. Chloe wanted to ask Stacie about her but thought better of it.

Beca left the cafeteria, and Stacie came over to the table.

"Is Beca okay?" Aubrey asked. "She looked sick."

Chloe looked at Stacie, waiting to hear what she had to say.

"Um, yeah," Stacie said. "She was going to see if she could lay down in the Health Room until lunch was over."

Chloe looked back at the door Beca walked out. "I hope Beca's okay. Maybe I can check on her later without it getting weird."

"Hey, Aubrey," Jessica called out from the other end of the table. "What's the plan for Friday night? Are we each getting picked up individually, or are we meeting in one place?"

Aubrey turned to respond to Jessica, and the girls started talking about the dance.

~ 2020 Valentines - I Hate That You Hate Me ~

The next day, Chloe was all smiles when Beca walked into Miss Wells' class. Chloe, Aubrey, and Stacie were in "their" seats, so Beca walked over and sat behind the three.

Chloe saw Beca looking over Chloe's shoulder and looked back at her with a smug smirk.

"Suck it, Mitchell," Chloe said, pointing to a sign on her desk.

"Classy Beale," Beca said, seeing the sign in front of Chloe that read Reserved for Chloe Beale. "Making up a sign so I wouldn't sit in what you call your seat."

"She didn't do it," Aubrey said. "It was sitting there when we walked in."

"Sure it was," Beca said, sitting back in her chair. Beca winked at Stacie when she saw Stacie looking back at her.

"I don't care whether you believe me or not," Chloe huffed and faced the front of the class.

"God, she's insufferable," Chloe thought. "That shirt brings out the blue in her eyes. Stop it, Beale. No good will come of it."

At lunch, Stacie again went to talk to Beca before joining Aubrey and Chloe.

"It has to be someone in the class," Chloe told Aubrey. "Who else would know what happened yesterday?"

"That makes sense," Aubrey said. "It was kind of cool to walk in and see the sign on your desk."

"Yeah, it was," Chloe said, smiling. "In your face, Mitchell."

"What sign?" Jessica asked.

Chloe was animated as she relayed what happened with Beca the day before and how the sign was on her desk today.

"And you don't know who did it?" Ashley asked.

"No," Chloe said. "But it has to be someone in that class."

"Maybe it's Jesse," Aubrey said. "He's always looking over at you."

"You mean, he's always looking at Beca," Chloe snarked. "He's like a little puppy dog around her."

"You sound jealous," Jessica said with a laugh. "Do you want it to be Jesse?"

"Oh, God no," Chloe said, shivering internally. "Ew, gross, no."

"It's got to be someone else," Chloe added. "At least I hope it is."

~ 2020 Valentines - I Hate That You Hate Me ~

Thursday's note for Chloe wasn't as exciting as the others, but Chloe still loved it because it mentioned Chloe's new sweater.

"I can't believe they knew it was new," Chloe mumbled. "Aubrey didn't even notice it was new."

After re-reading the note, Chloe quickly put it in her backpack before Aubrey or Stacie joined her. Chloe was still feeling pretty good by the end of the day.

Chloe had her dad drop her off at school early the next morning. The printer at home wasn't working, and she needed to use the library computer to print off her History paper.

"I hope the library isn't busy," Chloe thought as she made her way to her locker. She was surprised when she turned the corner to get to her locker. She stopped and watched as Beca held an envelope in her hand while staring at Chloe's locker.

"What the Hell is she doing?"

"Mitchell, what the Hell are you doing to my locker?" Chloe Beale's voice rang out behind Beca.

"Shit," Beca mumbled and put the hand holding the envelope behind her back. "Nothing."

"What's this?" Chloe asked, ripping the rose off the locker. "Were you trying to steal my rose?"

"What?" Beca asked. "No, I'm the one who put it there."

"What?!"

Beca paled and tried to backtrack what she said. "I, uh, mean, yeah, I was going to take it."

"Oh, my God," Chloe said, staring at Beca. "You're my admirer?"

Chloe's brain was having trouble understanding what was happening.

"What? Pfft," Beca stammered. "No."

"Why have you been doing this?" Chloe asked, eyes glistening with tears. "Is this some kind of joke for you?"

"No, Chloe, no, I swear," Beca said. "Please don't cry. I couldn't handle it if you cried."

"Then why did you do this?"

"I was trying to do something nice for you so you wouldn't hate me," Beca said. "I hate that you hate me."

"Oh, my God. She actually thinks I hate her." Chloe verbalized her thoughts.

"I don't hate you, Beca."

"Yes, you do."

"No, I don't."

"Then why do you act like you do?" Beca asked. "What did I ever do to you to make you hate me?"

"This is going to be fun to try and explain." Chloe sighed and ran a hand through her hair. "You didn't do anything. I, um-"

"Shit." Chloe noticed that the halls were filled with students. Some were standing and staring at her and Beca since they had practically been yelling at each other.

"Come with me," Chloe said, grabbing Beca's arm and leading her around the corner.

Chloe opened a door and pulled Beca inside. She closed the door and faced Beca, letting out another sigh.

"I don't hate you," Chloe said. "And I hate that you think I do." Chloe sighed and looked down at the floor. "I've been mean to you because I like you. But, you never paid any attention to me."

"That sounds so stupid when I say it out loud."

"So, let me get this straight. You like me, so you decided to be mean to me?" Beca asked, then laughed. "What are we in second grade?"

"I know it sounds stupid," Chloe said, looking up at Beca. "But I've liked you for a while, and you hardly paid any attention to me. I tried to get your attention, and I finally did, but it wasn't the kind of attention I wanted. You were always snarky and sarcastic."

"Because you were mean to me," Beca said.

Chloe sighed again. "This is not going well."

"Stop saying that," Chloe said. "I'm sorry. Okay?"

Beca chewed on the inside of her cheek. She looked at Chloe, who was looking back at her.

"I forgive you," Beca said, causing Chloe to let out a breath she didn't know she was holding.

"At least we're making progress."

Chloe relaxed but tensed again when Beca pulled Chloe to her and whispered, "Maybe we should kiss and make up."

Chloe's breath hitched as she saw Beca reach up and push a piece of hair behind Chloe's ear.

"Oh, my God! Is this really happening right now?"

Chloe looked down at Beca's lips as she inched closer to Chloe; close enough that they could feel each other's breath.

Chloe didn't dare move as Beca gently leaned in and placed her lips on Chloe's. Chloe let out a small moan and pulled Beca closer, deepening the kiss. The bell rang, and they jolted apart.

"Noooo. Why now?"

Chloe swallowed and looked at Beca.

"I should, um, go," Beca said and left Chloe standing in the room alone.

"We are totes going to do that again. And soon."

For the rest of the day, Chloe couldn't help but smile every time she looked at Beca. She was surprised when she opened her locker, and a note fell out. She picked it up and looked over to Beca, who smiled and raised an eyebrow at her. Chloe quickly read the note and nodded her head at Beca.

"Yes! Beca wants to be my date for the Valentine's dance!"

Both girls were smiling as Stacie and Aubrey walked up to Chloe. Beca turned and smiled over her shoulder at Chloe as she walked away.

Later that night, Chloe walked into the Valentine's dance with her friends. They found a table, and Chloe and Jessica went to the ladies room.

While she was gone, Beca arrived at the dance. She looked around and saw Stacie sitting with Aubrey and some of the girls. Beca didn't see Chloe, so she sat in the empty seat next to Stacie.

"Hey, Beca," Stacie said. "You look nice."

"Thanks," Beca said. "I need to talk to you."

"Hmm, Beca looks hot. Let's see what everyone thinks when they find out we're together."

"Mitchell, you're in my seat," Chloe said from behind Beca.

Beca sighed and slowly stood. She then made a big show of looking all over the chair before turning to face Chloe. "Funny, I don't see your name on it, Beale."

"Let's not start this again," Aubrey said.

Chloe glared at Beca, her lips twitching before they both started laughing. Chloe pulled Beca to her in a kiss.

"What the Hell?" Ashley said.

"Oh, my God, Beca," Stacie said. "Your plan worked."

"What plan?" Aubrey asked.

"Beca's plan to get Chloe to like her," Stacie said. "Beca is Chloe's secret admirer."

"Are they breathing?" Jessica asked, watching as Beca and Chloe continued to kiss.

The other girls laughed when the new couple finally pulled apart; both were trying to catch their breath.

"Wow! That was even better than the first one."

Beca smiled and pulled out the chair next to Stacie. "I believe this is your seat."

"Thank you," Chloe said and sat.

Beca took the seat next to Chloe. She reached under the table and grabbed Chloe's hand, intertwining their fingers. Chloe smiled at her.

"How long has this been going on?" Ashley asked.

"Officially, since this morning," Chloe said. "Unofficially. A while longer."

"So, how exactly did this happen?" Jessica asked.

Beca kissed Chloe on the cheek.

"Well, it all started with me putting a note in Chloe's backpack," Beca said.

Chloe smiled as she watched Beca tell about all the things she had done to win Chloe over.

"She's so cute. I can't believe she did all that for me."

"Best Valentine's Day ever," Chloe said as Beca finished her story.

"I wholeheartedly agree," Beca said, leaning in to kiss Chloe again.

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#bechloe fanfiction #bechloe #beca mitchell #chloe beale

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lovemesomesurveys · 3 years

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Time Started: 1:13AM. Date: Thursday, January 7, 2021.

1) First Name Spelled Backwards: Einahpets.

2) Middle Name Spelled Backwards: I’m not sharing that.

3) Last Name Spelled Backwards: Or that.

4) Your Half-Birthday: Towards the end of this month, January 28th.

5) What type of milk do you drink? I don’t drink it by itself, but I use soy or almond milk in things.

6) What is the most sentimental thing you own? Oh, a lot of my things are sentimental to me.

7) Have any imaginary friends? No.

8 ) When was the last time you brushed your teeth? Yesterday. It’s 1:17AM; I haven’t brushed them yet today.

9) Do you listen to Christmas music in July? No.

10) What is the first thing that comes to mind when I say January?: I think of the new year.

11) May?: Ugh, summer is right around the corner.

12) November?: The holidays and fall.

13) July?: Miserable summer heat and my birthday. 14) April?: Easter and rain.

15) February?: Hearts and my brother’s birthday.

16) October?: Halloween, scary movies, fall.

17) August?: Dreadful summer weather.

18 ) March?: Green and my dad’s birthday.

19) December?: Christmas, of course.

20) June?: Summer D:

21) September? My mom’s birthday and that fall will soon be coming.

21) What color is your blanket? Rose gold.

22) What was the last movie you bought? I haven’t bought a movie in a long time, so I don’t remember.

23) Last CD you bought? *shrug* It’s been several years since I’ve bought a CD.

24) What radio station do you listen to? None anymore. My parents and brother all play their Spotify in their cars and those are the cares I ride in, so.

25) Are you the only child, oldest child, middle child, or youngest child? I’m the middle kid.

26) If you do have brother(s) or sister(s) put them in alphabetical order, including yourself: Jon, Richard, and me (Stephanie).

27) Do you have anything on your bedroom walls? I do.

28 ) How many windows in your home? Two. We have our sliding glass door that goes to the backyard as well if that counts.

29) How many pairs of shoes do you own? Like 5 or 6.

30) What's the weirdest song title you've ever heard of? There’s been many, but of course I’m totally blanking. 31) What's the worst movie you've ever seen? Not the worst, but a bad one that comes to mind that I saw recently is Sinister.

32) Whats the worst CD you've ever listened to? Hmm.

33) What US State would you NEVER want to visit? *shrug* There’s a lot I do want to visit, though. I don’t know if there’s one I’d NEVER visit, just ones that don’t particularly pique my interest.

34) What country would you NEVER want to visit? Uhhh.

35) What is your least favorite color? Brown.

36) What is your favorite flavor Fanta (the soda)? The strawberry one. I haven’t had that in yearsssss.

37) Do you have any scars? If so, tell me about them....: I have a lot of scars, most of which are from surgeries.

38) Do you know anybody in the Army, Navy, Marines, or any other group (currently or a Veteran)? Nope.

39) What color goes good with blue? White or yellow.

40) Green? Gray.

41) Grey? You can pair gray with a lot of colors. 42) Orange? Black.

43) Red? White or black.

44) Yellow? Black, white, blue.

45) Purple? Some shades of blue.

46) What is your favorite character in 'Harry Potter'? Snape.

47) 'Lord Of The Rings'? I never got into that.

48)'Grease'? I didn’t have a particular favorite.

49) Have you ever seen 'Life Is Beautiful'? Nope.

50) What about 'Monsters Inc.'? Yes.

51) Do you like Scooby Doo? Yeah. I liked it growing up. It’s a nostalgic thing for me.

52) Describe your perfect place to live (imaginary or not): A beautiful beach home with my own private beach area.

53) Does your back hurt? Of course.

54) Do you collect anything? If so, what? Giraffe stuffed animals and knickknacks, keychains, Baby Yoda/Grogu stuff...

55) Have you ever been to camp? Which camp? I’ve been to science camp and Girl Scout camp.

56) Do you have a car? If yes, do you call it anything? If so what? No, I don’t drive.

57) If you don't have a car, would you name it? If so, what? I don’t think I would, but who knows.

58 ) What is your perfect car? *shrug* A nice, functioning one?

59) What family member are you closest to? My mom and younger brother.

60) What family member do you wish you were closer to? I miss being close with my cousins like I used to be.

61) Do you consider pets as family? They are family.

62) Do you look at a calendar daily? No. 63) What is your least favorite holiday? Valentine’s Day has just been another day for me, so.

64) Make up your own quote: No.

64) Do you like getting air-mail? I don’t think that’s a thing anymore and hasn’t been for quite a long time?

65) Would you ever go on a cruise? No.

66) How many phones do you have in your home? 6 working ones that are currently used and who knows how many old cell phones my family and I still have.

67) Do you own or wear a watch? Nope.

68) Do you wear any jewelry? I haven’t in awhile.

69) Where do you wish you were right now? I’m good with being at home.

70) With whom? My parents, brother, and doggo are here.

71) Doing what? I’m enjoying doing this and listening to an ASMR video at the moment.

72) Have you ever had a sepia photo taken of you?: Yes.

73) What is your least favorite WB movie? I don’t feel like thinking about which movies are WB movies or looking them up. 74) Do you own any hats? Is yes, what kinds? Yeah, beanies and baseball style caps.

75) Do you own anything that is older than you? Yes.

76) How many hours of sleep did you get last night? Never enough, but last night I think I really only got 2-3 hours. 77) Have you ever seen snow? Yes. 78 ) Have you ever won a ribbon? Yes.

79) Do you save old birthday/Christmas/whatever cards given to you? I do.

80) How many clocks are in your home? I don’t feel like thinking about that either right now.

81) Ever been to Disneyland? …or Disneyworld? I’ve been to Disneyland several times, but not to Disney World so far.

82) Ever been to Universal Studios? Yeah, back when I was 7. I’d like to go now and see the Harry Potter stuff.

83) Ever seen the cockpit of an airplane? No.

84) Ever made a movie? My cousins and I did stuff like that when we were younger, my friend and I did that once for fun, and there was one I made for a class project.

85) Geometry or Algebra? Ew, math. We don’t get along.

86) Poems or short stories? Short stories.

87) AIM or MSN? I was an AIM girl back in the day.

88) MSN or Yahoo? I used Yahoo Messenger sometimes back in the day, too. I currently still use Yahoo for my email.

89) AIM or Yahoo? AIM.

90) Windows or MAC? MAC.

91) What is your least favorite number? I don’t have a least favorite, but my favorite is 8.

92) What was the last thing you said? “Oh wow.”

93) What are you sitting on? My chair.

94) Have you been outside today? Nope. It’s 1:48 in the morning, but I don’t have plans to go out at all later on either.

95) What have you done today? So far, just scrolled through Tumblr, listened to ASMR, and did surveys. I’m going to make my nightly bowl of ramen after this. 96) Do you like apple or orange juice? Ew, neither. I’m not a juice fan.

97) Do you like cats or dogs more? Dogs.

98) What is your most favorite reptile? Uh, none. I’m a scardy cat.

99) Would you rather fish or hunt? Fish out of the two, but I don’t have any interest doing that either.

100) Are you sleepy? Of course I am.

Time Ended: 1:50AM.

#personal #text #survey #surveys #100 questions

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Day 29: Secret Admirer

For the @ineffable-valentines prompt list!

Boy oh boy. I cannot believe I was able to post a fic for this prompt list, on time, every day for an entire month. For me, that’s huge. I tend to be a slow writer and I rarely finish the stuff I start. Not every fic was amazing, or very long, but by gosh, I sure did finish them, and I had so much fun doing it! Huge thanks to @mielpetite for making this list and reblogging all the entries throughout the month, they’ve been amazing. Thank you also to all the lovely folks who commented/reblogged/liked my fics, you gave me the motivation to sit down every day and write something, even when I wasn’t feeling it. Much love to all y’all.

If you go to the #ineffablevalentines tag on tumblr, you’ll see the other entries, and if you go here on my blog you’ll see all of mine. Okay, enough chat, please enjoy my final fic of the month, wherein to no one’s surprise, there is more letter writing.

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To the proprietor of A.Z. Fell & Co Booksellers, Downtown Soho, in case there’s another one knocking about somewhere—

I saw you in the shop the other day and couldn’t help but stare. You were gently ushering someone out the door without a single book in their hands, and I couldn’t help but find your tenacity admirable. I myself was careful not to remove any item from the store when I left, but I’m afraid I may have left one behind. I was wondering if you might have seen it, so I can come back to fetch it. You see, it’s terribly important to me. It’s my heart.

Love,

Your Secret Admirer

Aziraphale chuckled through an unseemly blush as he refolded the letter and placed it on the top of the stack that had been slowly growing on his desk for the past month. Every day of that cold, miserable February, a letter had arrived at his doorstep, with no return address and no name of sender. They were—and there was no beating around the bush about it, really—love letters, very obviously meant for him, from an anonymous so-called secret admirer.

At first, Aziraphale had been rather confused, but had kept the letters anyway, intending to show them to Crowley and have a good laugh. However, as each day passed and each new letter arrived, Aziraphale found himself quite charmed by this secretive writer. Clearly, they were a regular customer of some kind to know Aziraphale so well. They made all the right jokes, said all the right things, made references to all the right literary figures; either they had discerned Aziraphale’s tastes with perfect accuracy, or they had much in common with him.

Some of the letters were extremely lengthy; others, like today’s, were only a short paragraph or two, recounting the admirer’s feelings for him. Some were maudlin and prose-laden; some were humorous and sweet; others still were almost salacious in tone, never saying anything too outlandish but bordering on the cusp of it, hinting at things and implying things that made Aziraphale blush absolutely scarlet. All of them were quite flattering, and left Aziraphale’s mood brighter for the rest of the day.

Aziraphale had been charmed by humans before, and even been romantically pursued by some of them, but never before had one so captivated him with the written word. (This, of course, did not include works of literature. That was a very different kind of captivation that involved less blushing.) He’d never had a secret admirer before. It was all very thrilling and romantic.

Not being able to write back was a bit frustrating, but Aziraphale supposed it was for the best. Though he was quite flattered, and had reread some of the letters more times than he’d like to admit, at the end of the day, his admirer was only a human who only knew him as a bookseller.

Besides, Aziraphale was already taken. Speaking of which, he ought to get himself ready to meet Crowley for dinner; their reservation was at eight.

I ought to tell him about the letters, he thought as he went about selecting a bowtie. Crowley ought to know, after all, that he had some competition. Aziraphale laughed aloud at the thought. After dinner, he decided, he’d bring Crowley back to the shop and show him the pile of letters.

And so he did. Aziraphale poured them both a glass of wine and brought Crowley into his study, presenting the pile of papers as though it were an ice sculpture.

“Terribly sorry I didn’t mention these to you earlier,” said Aziraphale cheerily. “I suppose I didn’t want you getting jealous that I had a secret admirer.”

“Jealous? Me?” said Crowley wryly. “Never.”

“Well?” said Aziraphale, when Crowley didn’t make a move towards the desk. “Go ahead, read some of them. You have my full permission.”

“Hmm. I dunno,” said Crowley, making himself comfortable on one of the armchairs on the opposite side of the room. “Seems like your private affair, to me.”

“Nonsense! Here, I’ll read one to you.” Aziraphale selected one at random from the middle of the pile, unfolded it and cleared his throat. “Oh, this is rather a good one.

“My dear bookseller—

“I’ve read every Wilde I can get my hands on, but apparently even your shop doesn’t hold the book which may contain a description vivid enough to capture you. In my experience, none do; not Whitman, not Keats, not Dickenson. The most complimentary of love poems do not contain a subject more appealing to me than you are. I’m afraid there may not be words in the English language or any other to describe your radiance. Compared to all the other authors and poets, who am I to attempt such a feat?

“I must try anyway. You, of all the beings of the Earth and Heaven above and Hell below, deserve to know your own wonder. Compared to you, my perspective is lowly, to be sure. Still, was it not Wilde who once said that we are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars?

“Endlessly Yours,

“Your Secret Admirer.”

Aziraphale had to pause to surreptitiously wipe at his eyes. That one had been particularly moving when he’d first read it. “Now, wasn’t that just lovely?” he said after a moment. “They know my tastes so well.”

Aziraphale glanced over at Crowley to see his reaction, but to his surprise, Crowley was smiling. A small, rather sweet smile, not at all jealous or mischievous. “Yeah,” Crowley said, “it was alright.” He put out his hand. “Can I have a look?”

Aziraphale handed him the letter and Crowley perused it, his expression much more pensive than Azirapahle would have expected. After a minute or two, Crowley said, “Yeah, not too bad, really. Not much I’d change, on this one. Just that the references to Heaven and Hell were probably a little too on the nose. And I’m pretty sure I used ‘complimentary’ incorrectly there.”

“Oh, really?” said Aziraphale, taking the letter as Crowley passed it back to him. He gave it another quick once-over. “No, I think ‘complimentary’ with an ‘i’ is correct. If it was an ‘e’ then it would be wrong, as in ‘complementary’—wait a moment.”

Aziraphale looked back up at Crowley so quickly he could have given himself whiplash. “You said I. ‘I used it incorrectly.’ Crowley. Did you—”

Crowley grinned, and crossed the room to press a kiss to Aziraphale’s brow. “Happy Valentine’s, Angel,” he said. “Well, happy February. The fourteenth went by and I had more I wanted to say, so I just sort of kept going.”

And suddenly, it all made sense. Who else, after all, could know Aziraphale so well? A human, with limited time on the planet, observing Aziraphale from afar, could never reach such an intimate understanding of him, and what he loved.

“Oh, my dear,” said Aziraphale. He glanced over at the pile. He was already planning a late night of reading through them all again, this time with the proper demon in mind. “Do I even have to say it?”

Crowley stuck his hands in his pockets and bobbed his head from side to side in a pantomime of thinking. “Well, considering it look me bloody ages to draft these all up, and write them by hand, and train the mice to deliver them, and stop myself from bragging about them to you every day for the last month—”

Aziraphale interrupted him with a kiss. “All right then,” he said, laughing. “Thank you, secret admirer.”

Crowley beamed. “Ah, it was no big deal, Angel.”

***

On February first of the following year, Crowley woke up to find an envelope sitting on his bedroom windowsill, outside his flat. It was addressed to “The handsome gentleman on the fifth floor,” and there was no return address. Inside was a letter, written on very old parchment and with very expensive ink, which read:

My dear,

Forgive me for my boldness, but I happened to see you in the Ritz the other day (you were with a rather good-looking gentleman in white, a very lucky man, if he had the privilege of being your dining companion), and you seemed to me to be the most dashing person in the room. Nay, in all of London. I found myself thinking about you for the rest of the evening, and I just had to draft up this letter to tell you exactly how lovely you looked that night. Though you wore dark glasses, I could occasionally catch a glimpse of your eyes behind them, and their beautiful golden color, and I found myself nearly speechless every time.

In all of creation, I have never found a being so wonderful to gaze upon. I imagine that if I were to, hypothetically, take the place of your ever-so-fortunate dining companion, and have a conversation and a drink with you, I would also never find someone so fascinating, so caring, so clever as you. I imagine if I were lucky enough to know you so well, your wit would be as dazzling as your eyes.

With the Greatest Affection,

Your Secret Admirer

Scrawled at the bottom of the page, in a much hastier hand, was a postscript. Crowley read it, cackled uproariously (which helped to hide his blushing), and went immediately to phone Aziraphale, intending to explain to him the point of having a secret admirer.

P.S.: Please do let me know if you received this! The doves are not very good with street directions, unfortunately. I am working on it with them. Much love! —A

Crowley also intended to tell him that he bloody well loved him, too.

#ineffablevalentines #good omens #ineffable husbands #crowley #aziraphale #gwyneth writes

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purplesurveys · 3 years

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Do you usually take blame or blame others? Depends on the context, I guess? When things go wrong on a very deep and personal level between me and people I deeply care for, I usually try to find reasons to blame myself. But if it’s something superficial, like if someone messes up at work through no fault of my own, then I’m able to point my finger to whoever fucked up.

Have you ever been to a McDonald’s in another state? I’ve been to McDonald’s in different provinces and also in different countries. The McDonald’s we went to in Baguio was so surreal because we discovered that they were still using styrofoam containers that they had already phased out years ago everywhere else, and they also never changed the original spaghetti and chicken recipes I grew up with. It was such a blast from the past. As for other countries, I’ve tried out the McDonald’s in Malaysia, Indonesia, and China and made sure to order items that we didn’t have back home.

Have you ever seen 50 First Dates? Yeah, it’s one of my semi-guilty pleasures. It’s such a cheesy movie, but idk the concept is unique and the supporting characters made the whole movie enjoyable for me.

Do you like or hate the smell of fish? The fishy smell at the market can be pretty strong and bleck, but generally I don’t mind the smell of fish. I live in an archipelago, man. We live and breathe seafood. Idk anyone in real life who doesn’t like fish.

Have you ever been to Sea World? No.

Do you know someone who suffers from short term memory loss? I don’t think so, no.

Have you ever read any of John Green’s books? Yeah, but the only one I’ve gotten to read in full was The Fault In Our Stars. I also got to start on The Abundance of Katherines and Paper Towns, but because I only borrowed those copies from friends I never got to read either until the end. All were okay, but I don’t find John Green’s writing to be as great as it was once hyped up to be.

If so, which one is your favorite? I guess TFIOS, since that’s the only one I got to read through to the end.

Are you a protective person? With my loved ones and pets, yes.

Have you ever experienced an earthquake? Yeah I’ve felt a lot but fortunately it’s never been a severe one. Just super brief earthquakes where the most that happened to me was a little swaying.

Would you rather go to a beach or city for a vacation? I love beaches, but a change in scenery would also be nice because I already go to beaches for vacations fairly often. City.

Does your license plate number contain the number 8? I never actually memorized my plate number LOOOOOOL I think so? It’s either a 6 or 8.

Were you ever a ghost on Halloween? Nope.

Has someone ever held the door open for you? Yeah, security guards tend to do that for customers/guests. Sometimes, nice strangers that I enter a place with will do it for me too.

Are you a fan of penguins? I think fan is pushing it far lol. I like penguins, but I’m not obsessed.

Have you ever stayed up all night on a school night? Just a handful of times, and it was always as part of a groupwork. I’d never willingly go through an all-nighter for myself.

What’s your favorite brand of chips? Doritos or Pringles. We also have a local brand that makes these deeeeeelicious salted egg chips, but I’ve never actually taken note of what the brand is.

Has anyone ever sang to you? Not to me. But a lot of people have sung around me.

Are you a good painter? No. That’s why I opt for paint-by-number kits, because those come with a guide haha. I can’t actually craft images by myself – that skill belongs to my sister who has an insane talent for painting.

Before buying a car, do you usually test drive it? I’ve never bought a car by myself; my dad takes care of the car purchases. I know he test-drove the Vitara, but idk about the other cars we have.

Have you ever written a poem and then read it aloud? Hmm, I don’t write poems. I don’t find the vast majority of them appealing, and only once in a while will there be a poem that is able to speak to me.

Do you like pineapple? Nope.

Have you ever met your favorite author? I don’t have a favorite.

Do you look more like your mom or dad? Most comments point to my mom, but I’ll get the occasional remark that half of my face is my dad’s as well. I’m a good mix of both.

Have you and your best friend ever liked the same person? This hasn’t happened before.

When was the last time someone called you babe or baby? Maybe August? I’m not too sure. It’s been a few months.

Do you have an older brother? No. But I’m super close with my eldest cousin on my mom’s side and we grew up together and all that, and I pretty much consider him my older brother. He’s definitely more a brother than a cousin to me, and it has always felt and been that way.

Are you a fan of art? Yes, especially paintings and dioramas.

Did you get your mom or dad’s eyes? My mom’s, I think? I really don’t know, I’m bad at recognizing this kind of stuff. You’d have to ask people who actually see me on a daily basis.

Have you ever seen the movie My Girl? Is this the one with the really sad scene of a boy’s funeral and the girl’s like, “He can’t see without his glasses”? I haven’t seen the movie, but I’ve heard about that scene a million times.

Do you watch Teen Wolf on MTV? Ugh, MTV’s teen shows are such a cringefest to me. I never followed it, but I’ve had to watch a few eps back in high school when my friends would watch it while we were at someone’s place. Not my cup of tea.

When it was on, did you watch Cory In The House on Disney? I watched a few episodes, especially when it was still new. But we were also in the process of moving then and we didn’t have cable for a few years in our new house, so I had to miss out most of it.

Do you have any blackheads? I don’t.

Do you have any freckles? Nope.

Do you have a movie that you have to watch during the summer every year? No, but I have something similar. I like watching Love Actually at least once every year, during the Christmas season. I like watching Two for The Road once a year as well, regardless of the time of year.

Do you think that life isn’t fair sometimes? I mean yeah. It doesn’t revolve around me, so I know it won’t always be fair.

When was the last time someone bought you flowers? Valentine’s Day last year.

What was the last book you read? Midnight Sun. Haven’t touched it since September, though.

How many books do you plan to read this summer? It’s past summer, and I haven’t been doing a lot of reading in general.

Does your house have a dishwasher? No, not a common appliance here.

Do you know anyone who has a flower tattoo? I probably do. But I haven’t seen people outside of family for so long that I can barely remember who has which tattoos. I’m pretty sure I know someone who has flowers.

Do you like the name Carter? It just reminds me of the underwear brand honestly, so not a fan.

Have you ever had a secret admirer? No. Should there be one, they shouldn’t be having high hopes; I wouldn’t be interested in the least.

How many different languages can you say goodbye in? There’s English, Filipino, Korean, Spanish, German, French, Japanese – 7.

Agree or disagree: You like Adam Sandler movies. Disagree for the most part, but 50 First Dates is cute.

Did the last type of shoes you wore have laces? Yups. I wore sneakers when I went out to get Starbucks last Friday evening.

How much money did you spend yesterday? The charging cable that I ordered arrived yesterday, so I had to shell out ₱140 for that.

What genre is your favorite movie? It’s a romcom/drama. My other favorite is a drama.

Are you texting anybody right now? Nope. I’m all alone today, which is the way I want to be for this weekend.

Who was the last person you were in a car with? My parents.

Do you like the picture on your license/I.D. card? I really do, hahaha. I don’t know why the people at the LTO gave me a pass, but I had been allowed to smile with my teeth. That helped make my license photo turn out super well and I no longer feel embarrassed whenever I have to take it out and present it somewhere.

What’s your favorite thing to snack on while watching a movie? Potato Corner fries. Can’t be any other type of fries.

When was the last time somebody hit on you? July or August when this random guy slid into my PMs. I had never had so much fun blocking somebody so fast.

Was the last person you met a male or female? The last new person I met was male.

Which one of your friends do you feel most comfortable around? Angela or Andi.

Do you own a map of the world? I mean, I guess. I have a collection of the World Almanac for Kids books, and it had always included a world map in its Countries chapter every year.

What’s your favorite Thanksgiving food? We don’t celebrate Thanksgiving.

Is the light on in the room you’re in? No, doesn’t have to be as it’s bright out and I can see the sun from my window.

Who did you last spoon with? Gabie.

Are you currently watching TV? No.

Have you ever had surgery or stitches? Never. Hope I’ll never be needing one.

Do you own any clothing that has animal print? I have a tank top with cheetah print that I sometimes wear at home.

Does your family eat dinner together? Yes, every evening. We don’t eat together when my dad is working abroad, but since he has stayed home for all of 2020 because of Covid, we’ve gotten to eat together as a family all year.

Where do you work? Somewhere in Metro Manila; I’m not giving the city away.

Are you in high school? I got out of there nearly five years ago.

Do you have a TV in your room? I used to, but not anymore.

Are any of your electronics charging right now? My phone and laptop both are.

What was the last video game you played? Mario Kart 8.

Are you hungry?: I can def go for a snack, or maybe even a full meal. It’s taking everything in me not to order Popeye’s or Army Navy from Grab rn.

What color is the chair you’re sitting on?: I’m sitting up in bed; my sheets are blue with gold/yellow prints.

What did you buy last time you went to the store?: I got bottled coffee when I went to 7-Eleven a week ago.

Do you like salsa that has fruit in it?: ...Don’t all types of salsa have fruit in them though? It would be brand-new knowledge to me if I was told not all salsas have fruit.

Have you ever opened up your computer to clean the fan on the inside?: No. I’d rather have professionals do that.

Can you count in binary?: No, and I never even understood how it works.

Do you think stained glass windows are pretty?: No. Mostly because it reminds me of cathedrals.

Are you a chocoholic?: Nah. I like chocolate, but I can live without it.

Are you scared of snakes?: I mean if they were venomous or obviously wanted to eat me whole, of course. But I’ve also already held a couple of snakes before.

Have you had your wisdom teeth removed?: No.

Do you like hard or soft pretzels better?: Soft all the way. I find the hard ones too salty.

What was the last magazine or catalog you looked through?: I don’t even remember. Maybe Tatler? My grandma has loads of those at her house.

When was the last time you wore a raincoat?: I don’t think I have ever worn a raincoat.

Have you ever been carded when buying something?: Idk what that is but nothing out of the ordinary has ever happened to me whenever I’ve made a purchase, so I’m gonna go ahead and say no.

Do you eat meat?: Yep.

Corn and mashed potatoes, or beans and rice?: Both pairings aren’t really a part of our cuisine, so neither sound appealing to be honest. As someone who thrives on rice, I hate the idea of eating beans with it; so I would go with corn and mashed potatoes even though I’m having a hard time imagining how it would work.

Can you sleep with the light on?: I probably can, but it would take me a lot longer to fall asleep.

What’s your operating system of choice?: Mac/iOS.

Have you ever broken a bone?: Never.

Do you have a favorite highlighter color?: I don’t have a favorite color to use, but I prefer pastel shades in general over neon.

Do you have a flashlight?: My phone has a built-in flashlight, but we also keep a couple of emergency flashlights at home in case of blackouts.

Do you like watermelon?: I like some watermelon-flavored stuff like candies, but I’m not fond of the fruit.

…Honeydew?: Hahahahahaha. BoJack Horseman, anyone? Anyway, I’ve never had honeydew and probably wouldn’t like it considering my established opinion on fruits.

Can you shoot a gun?: I’ve never tried, so I’ll say no. I’ve always been meaning to go to a shooting range though; I feel like it’ll be such a cool experience.

Do you like salad?: Not for the most part. The only kind I enjoy is spicy tuna salad, which only has lettuce in it alongside tuna sashimi and spicy mayonnaise.

When was the last time you smashed your finger?: I don’t know if I ever have? This doesn’t ring a bell to me.

What color is your computer?: Silver/gray.

Have you ever made ice cream in chemistry class?: No, my chemistry classes in high school and college were never that fun.

Has anyone ever walked in on you while you were on the toilet?: Sure.

What color hair do you have?: Black.

Do you use the microwave often?: I wouldn’t say so; just a couple of times a month.

Are you good at spelling?: Sure, I’d claim that. Thank the movie Akeelah and the Bee; that movie made me super passionate about spelling and dictionaries for a time. I can still feel its effects today because I’m still very much particular about spelling more so than any other kind of writing/language mechanic.

Have you ever petted a donkey?: I’ve never even seen one before :o but I’d love to have the chance to pet one, heh. It would make me so happy.

When was the last time you went to the doctor’s for a physical?: 2016.

Do you like a lot of ice in your drinks?: Sure.

Have you ever painted a room? Never have, but would like to give it a try.

#survey #surveys #multiple ones again so feel free to chop up #might make this a thing just because #we'll see!#but i most likely will

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dr-stone-things · 5 years

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kohaku with modern s/o hcs that would be so cute *explodes* thank you~

*explodes* Kohaku is such a queen tbh.. I aspire to be like her lmao. Also!! I actually have a lot of Kohaku requests!! So Kohaku stans keep an eye out! 💗💗(also... this the first Kohaku x reader ever?? lmao)

Kohaku With Modern S/O HCS

Two words... power couple...

So like, Kohaku and s/o would have so many conversations about the modern world. S/o would tell Kohaku the most unbelievable things and Kohaku doesn’t believe them until Senku confirms it lmao.

If s/o knows about martial arts and such, Kohaku loves to listen!! And like, if s/o practices like karate, taekwondo, judo, etc, Kohaku would be so so amazed!!! If s/o is willing Kohaku would beg them to teach her some moves!

“How are you so strong even without a weapon?!”

“Your fists are your weapons, Kohaku-chan!”

Literally, anything s/o does, Kohaku is like, “S/o, how did you do that??” One time, Kohaku caught s/o drawing with a bit of writing next to it.

“S/o!!! What is this sorcery??”

“This isn’t sorcery, it’s drawing.”

“It looks really good!! What’s this writing?”

“Have you ever heard of poetry, Kohaku-chan?”

“Erm.. no.”

“Well, in the modern world, there were all kinds of poems, haikus, sonnet, limericks...”

Kohaku would listen to every single word s/o would say. She’s actually really interested in this stuff! When no one’s around, she might try to do the things s/o does, like writing, drawing...

If s/o is not strong, then she’ll protect them forever!! She puts their safety before hers and just... s/o has to stop Kohaku from making rash decisions and running into danger.

Would teach s/o how to whoop ass just in case she’s not there.

If s/o knows gymnastics, please teach her it!! I think she’ll be really good at it since she’s already so flexible. S/o would tell her about the famous gymnasts and about the international Olympics... just good times man.

One time Senku gave s/o a grueling task to do and to carry a lot of supplies. Kohaku was not aware of this and when she found out she knocked Senku on the head so hard and rushed to take care of s/o.

When s/o is stressed, she brings her the big jar of hot water for s/o to bathe in like she did for Ruri! Once s/o invited Kohaku to join them and Kohaku fell down lmao.

S/o would tell them about jacuzzis and onsens, and about the big neighborhood pools!

Bro, Ruri and s/o would be best friends. Ruri would tell s/o about all the embarrassing things Kohaku did as a kid and describe all of the memories they had since they were children... both of you just go uwu while talking about Kohaku.

Getting Ruri’s and her dad’s blessings mean the world to her. She secretly wants to live a long, happy life with her s/o.

Play! With! Kohaku’s! Hair! Ok, it might hit s/o in the face with its frizziness, but!! Just tangle your fingers in it! She loves it when s/o does that! Do fancy hairstyles!

“S/o, this is a braid... but I’ve never seen it done like this!”

“This is called a french braid! It was very popular back in my days!”

“Suika wants one too!”

“Hmm, I’ll do a braided bun for you, Suika!”

Eventually, all the girls in the village were crowded around s/o, in awe of the adorable hairstyles. S/o ends up making a store called “S/O’s Deluxe Hairstyling” lmao.

If anyone is bothering s/o, Kohaku will fight them no lie. No one messes with her s/o and gets away with it. She may or may not break their arm.

Hype Kohaku up!! Lowkey, sometimes she feels bad that the only thing she is really good at is fighting. But!! Tell her that her strength is amazing!! She loves it when her s/o compliments her!

She may be called gorilla and lioness a lot... but please call her sweet stuff too... honey, cutie pie, sugar, sweetie, anything... make her blush...

Once, s/o told her about Valentine’s Day/White day!! Since then, she’s been counting the days till February 14 by repeatedly bothering Senku and asking him what day it is.

She asked Kaseki to help her with her gift. Even though it wasn’t the best, it made s/o’s heart explode. She glued many pieces of paper together in a heart shape so it wouldn’t rip easily. On, it, crudely written in Japanese, (which she annoyed Senku so he could teach her how to write) was “I love you more than anything” - Kohaku. She left a bouquet of flowers next to it as well.

JUST *EXPLODES* S/O HUGGED HER SO HARD...

Kohaku does try her best... please love her and give lots of hugs...

#dr stone #dr stone headcanon #dr stone x reader #kohaku #kohaku dr stone #kohaku x reader

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surveys-at-your-service · 4 years

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Survey #264

I did tell y’all WoW would devour my life again when I got my laptop back lmao. But I’m still alive!!

When you wake up to pee at night, do you turn on the light? You mean like, in the bathroom? Uh, yeah? When was the last time you got a fresh box of crayons? Damn dude, I don't have a clue. What color is your favorite towel? I don't have a favorite. They're all just random colors. Do you know anyone’s phone number by heart? Actually no, not since Mom got a new phone. I really need to learn it. Do you wear hoodies? Yeah, one Pikachu one. Something your mother said or did that shocked you: We were arguing and she tried to kick me out of the car once. Obviously I didn't listen. It was one of our worst arguments. How many different homes have you live in?We're in our fourth house now. WELL there's another if you count the apartment, but I didn't officially live there, I was just... always there even though it was against policy lmao. Then when we were technically homeless I "lived" with my former best friend, but again, that was not an official thing. Did your mom go to college? She is, though cancer has thrown a wrench in the plan... She's on her final semester of a bachelor's degree in social work. With cancer now plus this wild quarantine, we don't really know what's going on. Where is the best place you know to take a dog for a walk? We have a park maybe like 15 minutes from here that's pretty decent. Nice fountain, fishing docks, plenty of ducks. Are there any crazy sandwich combinations you like to eat? It's not "crazy," as I know it's actually tasty to some people: having lunch meat, cheese, mustard, and potato chips. I haven't had that in yeeeaaars. Which food do you think you have the most cans of in your cupboard? Uh. I'm not sure. We usually have fruit, beans, and soup in there, but I'm not sure which there's more of. Do you save fortunes from fortune cookies? No. Are you offended when Christmas is spelled Xmas? No. Do you prefer rugs or bare floors? Rugs. Describe your favorite mug or glass to drink from? I don't really drink from any. Your bad habit that you love the most: Heh, drinking soda... Do you name your pets after tv/movie/book characters: I have before, yes. Had a guinea pig named Harry Potter lol, rats named Tezzeret and Rhoka, and... that may be it. I am not positive, had a lotta pets... Have you ever died in one of your dreams? Yes. Which is tastier: fruity gum or minty gum? Fruity. Be honest, have you ever bullied anybody? Who was it? Oh my god, I was about to say no, but wait. When I first started RP at around 9, I had the impression you were supposed to always be in-character. Me, at the time my account being just "mozart2" (I don't count her as my first RP character though, she turned into Ruby and was drastically changed) on the Animal Planet forum, wanted to be the "dominant female," and one of the girls whose name was like Angelkiss or something was "mean" to me and so I reciprocated until I GOT FUCKING BANNED ON THIS ACCOUNT I'M WRITING THIS AND IT'S SO EMBARRASSING WHAT THE FUCK WAS WRONG WITH ME I HATE YOUNG ME SO MUCH. What is the cutest Halloween costume for a baby to wear? Idk. Is it a turn-off if somebody’s teeth are stained yellow? Not necessarily. Yellow doesn't mean dirty + everyone is supposed to have some coloration, and I can't say shit anyway 'cuz mine are kinda yellow from poor self-care in the past anyway. I just care that they're clean. Which of your friends is the tallest? Which of them is the shortest? Girt is a damn giant lmao. I only reach his chest. Shortest, I'm unsure. Do you know any quotes from Forrest Gump? Well besides the famous ones, no. HA, fun fact that cracked me the fuck up though, someone in the government in NC that is running for... something, there are sometimes like three signs in a row along the road that say "RUN FORREST, RUN" and I fuckin died the first time I saw it. Do you believe in demonic possession? How about ghosts? Angels? I don't believe in angels or demons, so. Ghosts, yes. Would you rather judge a singing or dancing competition? Why? Dancing, for sure. I'm more educated on the form and techniques, plus it's way more entertaining. What was the mascot at your elementary school? A bulldog. It was super cute, and in art class, the art students all worked together to make colorful, clay models that were in the principal's office. Everyone loved them. Have you ever fallen down in public? Did anybody see you? Yes and yes. Do you scream when you go on rollercoasters? Do you close your eyes? I'll probably never know 'cuz my ass is afraid of them lmao. I get dizzy too easily and I'm terrified of the potential of getting sick. Do you think home-made cards are better than store-bought ones? They're more thoughtful imo. What is one romantic movie that you enjoy enough to watch more than once? The Notebook. Who was the last person to walk out of your life, and why? By their volition, probably a Facebook friend. How did you decide upon your favorite colors? I didn't know you could pick your favorite color. Are you less likely to approach people that look/dress a certain way? Wow no. I mean unless they look obviously dangerous, like if they had blood on them or something like that. What is your favorite Starburst candy flavor? If you say anything but pink, you're wrong. Do you prefer schedules and plans, or spontaneity? Schedules. Sponteneity, usually, stresses me out. How do you let someone know that you like him/her? I mean idk. Act like it or say it. Do you think that you act like yourself while online? I'm more myself online. Have you ever lied about something to get someone to like you? Hell no. I'd want them to like me for who I actually am. Would you rather buy presents for others, or receive them? BUY, so long as I'm happy with what I bought and know it'll make them happy. How did you meet your current best friend? YouTube. The last song/poem/story you wrote - what was it about? I haven't finished it, but I'm writing a poem about the strength of cancer patients following Mom getting her hair shaved off. Are you a mostly blunt person? No, because I'm too afraid of starting an argument. Do you have any talents that come naturally? I guess writing since I've been applauded for it since I was very little. Do you go out often? Even before quarantine, not at all. I go out so little that my eyes seriously hurt when I step outside; I always have to squint or entirely close my eyes for a few seconds. What's the best Valentine's Day gift you've gotten? There was one year Jason got me a really pretty heart box of chocolates plus the game Heavy Rain and a pink rose. May still have a picture of it on my old phone... Is there anyone who is overly nice to you? No. It's hard to be "overly nice" in my opinion. Would you prefer internet or television? Internet. What is something you lose often? I'm not sure. Not a lot. Do you enter a lot of sweepstakes? I never do. How old is your oldest sibling? 30-something. Have you ever considered writing a novel? Yes. Who's the last person you said I love you to? Mom or Sara. What's your stance on spooning? What a question. It's comforting, but I usually can't actually fall asleep like that because I get too hot. Have you ever been "popular?" Nah, not really. Well, I was pretty well-known in the meerkat YouTube community as an editor, but not like, Yelozo level. Has someone ever tried to convert you? Well, I was a Christian when my sister's friend's grandpa made me like, SUPER uncomfortable by talking to me all the way home from school (he had to drive us this day) about the Bible and stuff because it was his "job" as a religious man and I kinda had to take this little Bible from him just to be nice. Even when I was a Christian I wasn't VERY religious and really really felt like he was hardcore shoving his beliefs down my throat. Are you thin? Ha ha no. Do you like big earrings? Heavy/big earrings ruined my ears, so no. The holes are too stretched now and is why I'm putting very small gauges in so it doesn't look as stupid when I put an earring in and it just barely hangs on because my ear lobe literally looks like it could tear. Animated character that was your gay awakening? HA, there's been a few that looking back, I definitely thought were more than pretty, even as a kid, like Sheego from Kim Possible. But #1? Holy mother of fuck, Bayonetta. That is one fuckin HOT MAMA. What show/YouTube video(s) do you put on in the background when you don’t have anything to watch but you want something on? Hmm. It really does depend on what I feel like semi-watching. Maybe like, a let's play where I'm not THAT interested in the game, but I still do listen and glance over. Your go-to bar order, if you drink? I've never been to a bar, but when I go out to eat and I feel like getting a drink, it's usually a margarita. What’s your favorite pair of shoes that you own? UGGGGHHHHH my tall leather boots with all these buckles and stuff. They're hot. What was your first word as a child (that wasn’t a variation of “Mom” or “Dad”)? I don’t know. What’s a job that you’ve had that people might be surprised to find out you’ve had? Nothing that's really "surprising." Just three ordinary minimum wage jobs. What’s directly across from you? My snake's terrarium. Do you own any signed books/memorabilia in general? No. ;-; I wish. What do you get on your bagels? What WOULD you get if you had access to anything you wanted? I've only ever had cream cheese. NO WAIT, I tried jam once and it was fucking repulsive. One bite and I was like "fuck no." I think it was strawberry jam though, which I hate. I'm not sure what else I'd try as idk what would taste good. Fruity or herbal teas? Neither. What’s that one TV show that you’re a little bit embarrassed to watch but you still like nonetheless? None. It's funny, as a kid when I thought I was "too old," I tried to hide the fact I still adored Pokemon, but for years now I've just been like "lol fuck yeah man Pokemon." What was your “phase” when you were younger? (i.e., Mythology Nerd, Horse Girl, Space Geek, etc) Being an emo/goth/metalhead thing was NEVER a phase, Mom. Goddamn do I wish I could afford a gothic wardrobe laksjdfawde. What’s that one outfit in your closet you never get the chance to wear but want to? There's no telling. I rarely check my closet for "special" clothes, but rather my dresser. Where do you sit in the living room (we all have a preferred spot, and you know it)? The couch. Are you a “Quote that relates to the photos” caption-er, an “explanation of where I took the photos” caption-er, or a no caption kinda person when you post pictures online? I'm all of them, plus sometimes song lyrics I find relevant lmao leave me alone. Name a classic Vine: YO that one of the dude looking for his berries with a WILD outfit, expression, and voice and then scares adventurers away from his tree made me fuckin cry for about 1,000 repeats. I miss Vine, man, good shit. What’s the freezer food that you stock up on when you go to the grocery store? We don't really "stock up" on any particular food. We do, however, tend to get a large box of frozen rats for Venus, if you can count that, but obviously that's not from the grocery store lol. How do you top your ice cream? Chocolate syrup mmmMMMMMMMMMMM Do you like Jello? Yeah. Do you have a fear, even only a slight fear of insects? I do. Do you have a favorite poem you like and can recall? If so, what is it? I don't have a favorite, no. Have you ever resided in a home that was haunted: *shrugs* I do think paranormal things happened in my last house, but idk about calling it haunted. Do you ever play any MMORPGS: Just WoW. What’s the closest river to you? Tar River. Have you ever been in a building with over 100 floors? I don't think so. What bird is the cutest? Oh, I don't know. Something small and pudgy lol. Are you scared to look at your own organs on x-ray or ultrasound? No, that shit is so cool. Have you ever held a real sword? No. What do you think about most? PTSD is v fun. My brain naturally drifts to relating topics when I don't know what to think about, which is most of the time. Certainly don't try to, but it just. Happens. Most attractive singer of your opposite gender? Hell man, idk. I do have a weakness for Kellin Quin though; he's the first to come to mind. What was the last film you saw in the cinema? The Lion King. What are you currently listening to? "Saturnalia" by Marilyn Manson. How many people have you kissed, that you can HONESTLY say you loved? Two. The last person to be under covers with you? Sara. What's the compliment you get the most? Uhhh I think it's "I like your tattoo" (referring to my Mark one). BITCH just wait til it gets tidied up for four hours. Have you ever disliked someone just because a friend disliked them? If they have good reason to, yes. I can't deeply dislike someone I don't know/have personally seen be a piece of shit, but I can sure not be fond of them until they prove unworthy of that judgment. Have you ever won a lot of money in a slot machine? How much? Never gambled and don't plan to. Do you eat/drink at your computer? Yes, oops. How much do you overeat at special occasions? (Birthdays, Christmas, etc) Actually, I tend to under-eat at most special occasions because odds are I'm not going to like the food. This isn't always the case, but yeah. Do you think it's important to enjoy your job or do you just work for money? I think it's very important to enjoy it. If you had to, which record would you go into Guinness World Records for? Probably the longest consecutive hours of not leaving the computer laksdfjawe I hate myself. Do/Did you enjoy school? Why (not)? From the very beginning, I hated school. It's why I was a goddamn monster to get up in the morning, even in high school. I only enjoyed (to a degree, anyway) my most recent college because it was a way to get out of the house and work towards my future. Do you find it difficult to sleep at night? Any reason(s) why? Boy, do I. Most recently, after being put on a medication for my nightmares/terrors (which works!), I have intense muscle spasms in my legs, oddly only when I'm falling asleep. Apparently it's a very rare side effect of it, but I'm willing to tolerate it in place of having nightly terrors. Then there's my PTSD and just general poor self-image that can both send me down a total spiral. Have you ever wished you were born the opposite gender? Why? Not legitimately. Like I've wondered what it would be like, but I've never truly wanted to be a guy. I'm just content with being what comes with being genetically female. Do you think you'd make a good model? Would you ever want to be one? Hell to the fuck no. Have you had an argument with anyone recently? If so, do you still have issues with that person? Not recently, no. Who was the last person that asked to hang out with you? Tell me the story of how you met that person, everything you remember. Hell man, I don't have a clue. Have you ever worn colored mascara? If not, would you ever think about trying it? And if you have, what is/was your favorite color to wear? No, but I guess, if I had a reason to? What do you remember about your first day of secondary school? Were you more nervous or excited about it? I very faintly remember I had no desire to be there. Before Facebook became popular, did you use any other social networking site, like Bebo or Myspace? Yeah, I had Myspace. Has anyone ever asked you out, and you turned them down? If so, did you feel guilty about it? Why do you think you said no? Yes, and not *really*, as I'm very strict with myself about whom I date. It's just awkward. And I just didn't like one guy romantically in elementary, my best male childhood friend was black (mind you I haven't been racist in the least since I was a tiny kid, I was just raised like that), and I knew Juan had a bad rep. Have you ever asked anyone “Do you love me?” If so, did you get the response you wanted? Do you think when someone says “I love you”, you feel obliged to say it back? Ugh. Let's not. I feel obligated only with family. Has someone of the opposite sex ever sang to you? If so, how did you respond to it? LET'S. FUCKIN. NOT. If you’ve had a bad experience in a past relationship, did you find that you were scared to get into another relationship, in case the same thing happened again? Terrified.

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eldritchsurveys · 4 years

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727.

Do you think you’re clever? >> I can be clever, sure. Did you wear socks today? >> Yeah, because we actually went outside. I’m still wearing them because I really haven’t felt like taking them off yet. Can you remember how you celebrated your 10th birthday? >> I don’t really remember being ten at all, to be honest.

Know any magic tricks? >> No. Do you sleep well most nights? >> Eh... I guess I sleep all right.

Are your nails painted? >> No. Is there somebody you know that you really don’t trust? >> I don’t really trust most people I know, and that’s usually no fault of theirs. cPTSD is a bitch. Is there music in your head right now? >> No. When’s the last time you baked a cake? >> I don’t think I’ve ever baked a cake. What time was it half an hour ago? >> 1.23p EST. Did you ever play cowboys and indians when you were growing up? >> Absolutely not. When did it last rain? >> I want to say yesterday? Days are all starting to run together, obviously, so I might be wrong. Would you like to become a dancer? >> No. I would like dancing to remain a casual thing I do out of enjoyment. What colour is the bathroom of your house painted? >> The bathrooms are painted the same colour as the rest of the apartment -- off-white. Which country is to the north of your home country? >> Canada. Name one person of the same sex as you you wouldn’t mind doing: >> --- What is the most gory film you’ve seen? >> Hmm... maybe A Serbian Film, since that was like, its whole point or whatever. Is there anybody that you know that you just feel really sorry for? >> No. Do you like the Austin Powers films? >> Nah, that’s not my sense of humour. I can’t even look at the main character’s face without cringing.

Where is the worst place you have ever travelled to? >> I don’t have a worst place. They were all just fine places (or very good places). Ever fallen down a hole? >> No. Do you like to read poetry? >> Not particularly. Most of the poetry I encounter is inscrutable in a way that doesn’t jive with me at all (I don’t dislike poetic ambiguity as a rule, but there’s only a certain kind that I actually connect with). Every once in a while I’ll encounter a poem that speaks to me, but it’s not a frequent occurrence. What’s your preferred frozen snack? >> Mochi ice cream. Is rap music overrated? >> No? Do you work better in a clean or messy environment? >> Clean, absolutely. Do you know any vegans? >> Sure. I was also raised by an almost-vegan. Earphones or headphones? >> Headphones. Do you like bananas? >> Absolutely not. What’s a film you’ve seen that confused you? >> Beyond the Black Rainbow. I didn’t bother finishing it because I couldn’t see the point. Do you ever wear black lipstick? >> I’ve worn it in the past. I prefer more of a plum colour, though. You can take any illegal drug without any bad consequences, which one? >> Hm. I guess Ecstasy. What is next to your bed? >> A nightstand. Are your fingernails dirty? >> No. I can’t abide having dirty fingernails. What would you change about yourself appearence-wise? >> I’d rather not even entertain this right now. How long do you normally spend in the shower? >> Like five minutes. I am always on high alert in the shower and the quicker I can leave, the better. When’s the last time somebody called you “baby”? >> Sparrow usually calls me “babe”, no one calls me “baby” and I’d like to keep it that way. Have you ever had to keep something important from your family? >> --- Don’t you think things feel much better after a good cry? >> Actually, yeah, it does feel pretty cathartic when I just let it happen instead of berating myself for being emotional and shaming myself into submission. It kinda clears out the sludge a bit and lets me breathe a little easier, which helps me move on from whatever stirred me up in the first place. Do you think the UK should keep its monarchy? >> I don’t know shit about the UK and the monarchy and I don’t care. True or false: you’d do Mila Kunis. >> False, obviously. Which colour would you rather have your hair: pink, grey or green? >> Grey. Pink would be fun, though. Maybe grey with a big pink swatch. Don’t you just hate the sound of people eating? >> I really, really, really the fuck do. What’s your favourite music video? >> I have a lot of favourites. Helena by My Chemical Romance is one. Is it your aim to be perfect? >> Fuck no. Inner Critic can just die mad about it. Ever climbed to the top of a mountain? >> No. Have you ever fell for someone believing you could “fix” them? >> *shudder* No. I’m so glad I never had that impulse. I’ve wanted to make life easier for people that I cared about, and even that got me into way more trouble than it was worth. Someone’s paying for a fancy dinner, where do you eat and who do you take? >> I’m not sure. Can you honestly say you are truly happy with your life? >> I’m honestly not trying to be “happy” with my life. Sometimes life sucks. Sometimes it’s way too fucking hard. Sometimes it weighs upon me like eight hundred anvils and I can’t believe I somehow manage to get up every morning. I’m just trying to be okay with that variety of human experience, and not punish myself for not being “~happy~” all the time. Can you paint well? >> No. Describe a picture of yourself that you hate: >> I’d rather not??? If you could keep any animal as a pet, which would you choose? >> The only animal I want is a service dog. Something you did in the past that you’re embarrassed about: >> *shrug* Would you rather play a good or an evil character in a play? >> Evil! Especially if I get to ham it up and just be gleefully awful. Do you like porridge? >> Sure, it’s fine.

Has anybody ever lied to you just to impress you? >> I mean, I have no idea. Strangest gift you ever received: >> --- Do most people annoy you? >> No. Don’t you think you should really be doing something more productive? >> I think anyone that actually asked me that would end up producing a lot of blood from where I stabbed them. Have you ever felt really out of place? >> Absolutely. It’s become a bit of a default response, unfortunately. What’s your favourite shade of blue? >> Dusky greyish-blue. Do you have any odd phobias? >> No. What’s the longest you’ve gone without sleep? >> About four days or so. When was the last time you just wanted to be left alone? >> I don’t know, probably the last time I had an emotion of any sort. Do you believe in karma? >> Karma isn’t a concept that gels with me. Can you remember a world before iPods? >> I do. When was the last time it was sunny? >> This morning. It’s still a little sunny right now, too. Would you like to be photographed by Terry Richardson? >> Who? Don’t feel like googling. Smoke? >> No, thanks. The most I smoke nowadays is about a third of a clove every once in a while. It feels pleasantly buzzy, plus I like the taste. I can’t stomach smoking a whole one, though. It ain’t 2012 anymore. Would you rather have a lazy day or a day of being really busy? >> I’d like to experience the variety of having some really busy days in between all my regular lazy days. Do you like the way that spoken French sounds? >> It’s fine. What’s the best film soundtrack? >> Oh man, anything that Clint Mansell does I just want to absorb into my body. (So that’s... Requiem for a Dream, The Fountain, Moon, Stoker, etc etc etc.) Also, Interstellar had a beautiful score. Where did you go on your last date? >> Uh... I think our last “formal” outing was to the Valentine’s Day cocktails and chocolates event at Long Road Distillery. Do people find you “cute”? >> I don’t fucking know, man. Who does the best remixes? >> I’m not sure. What is most of your money spent on? >> Rent and bills, of course. And subscriptions.

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lunaarajewel · 4 years

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Answering questions because I’m bored again

1. What have you eaten today? breakfast was oats with pb and banana, lunch was a zucchini stew, and then i had oats again for dinner because why not haha ><

2. Who was your last kiss with? Was it pleasant? it was sweet, felt a bit bittersweet because i said bye until next time

3. What color shoes did you last wear? black

4. Who has made you laugh the hardest in the last week? Myself

5. What is your favorite scent? Baked goods

6. What is your favorite season? Why? Spring and or early summer, it's so nice to smell all the flowers and to hear the birds again, to feel the warmth from the sun

7. Can you do a handstand or cartwheel? I can do a headstand on my forearms and a bad cartwheel xD

8. What color are your nails? currently blank!

9. If you had to get a tattoo on your face to save your life, what would it be? a moooon

10. What is something you find romantic? Hugs from behind when i least expect it

11. Are you happy? Yeah I'm doing really good, which is surprising because i haven't felt like that in a long time

12. Is there anything in particular making you happy or sad? The thing that is making me happy is probably my antidepressants but they have helped me to get hope again.

13. Dogs or Cats? Cats

15. Which do you prefer:a museum, a night club, the forest or a library? Ooooo difficult question because it depends!

15. What is your style? Hmm i'd describe it as a mix of cottagecore, steampunk, astrology, herbalism, witchy stuff

16. If you could be doing anything you like right now, what would it be? Travel to japan

17. Are you in a relationship or single? I'm dating but not an official relationship nope

18. What makes you attracted to the person you like right now? Their humor, the way they are so relaxed and careless

19. If you could replace your partner/best friend with a celebrity of your choice, would you? Who with? Whaat no i wouldn't do that

20. Are you holding on to something you need to let go of? If so then what? Some toxic behaviors/habits a bit!

21. How did you celebrate last Halloween? I listened to dark music a bit extra, watched nightmare before christmas and had some halloween candy

22. Have you recently made any big decisions? I started taking antidepressants!

23. Were you ever in a school play? Yes, when i was younger i was a princess i remember

24. What movie would you use to describe your life? aaa that's difficult, i haven't watched that many movies tbh!

25. Is there something you have dreamed of doing for a long time? Why haven’t you done it? Learning piano properly, but i've been busy with mental health stuff so i haven't been able to. But I've been planning on taking it more seriously lately

26. Complete this sentence, “I wish I had someone with whom I could share…” all of my thoughts without judgement

27. What are two things that irritate you about the same sex? (for some, not all) Jealousy, constant focus on showing off to guys

28. What are two things that irritate you about the opposite sex? (for some, not all) Bad at communicating, bad at understanding

29. What is the best thing that has happened to you this week? I started taking the steps to honestly change my life for the better

30. What is something that makes you sad when you think about it? How I treated my ex, he was actually really kind to me but I wasn't mentally stable so I couldn't communicate well to him. But I hope he's well! I only wish him the best.

31. How long was your longest relationship? a little over a year

32. Have you ever been in love? Oh yeah

33. Are you currently in love? A bit!

34. Why did your last relationship end? I ended it because I wasn't well enough, I needed some time alone to get back to myself.

35. What jewelry are you wearing right now, and where did you get it? A heart necklace i made, handmade bracelet from a market, 3 earrings from hm

36. When was the last time you cried and why? When i first took my antidepressants i burst out crying so its around 3 weeks ago i think

37. Name someone pretty. Uma thurman

38. What did you receive last Valentines Day? Japanese snacks

39. Do you get jealous easily? Nope

40. Have you ever been cheated on? Not that i know of

41. Do you trust your partner/best friend? Yes

42. Ever had detention? hahah yeah because i skipped class to buy piercing jewelry

43. Would you rather live in the countryside or the city? hmmm, difficult question. I think i'm that kinda person that likes to switch between the two

44. What do people call you? Luna since it's my name

45. What was the last book you read? "stjärnhimlen" (a book about stars)

46. How big of a nerd/dork are you? well i'm a nerd for moss e.e

47. What kind of music do you listen to? veryyy mixed, metal, rock, indie, alternative rock, jrock, instrumental, kpop, pop, rap

48. How tall are you? 163cm

49. Do you like kids? I don't mind them!

50. Favorite fruits? Banana, blueberries, blackberries, raspberries, wild strawberry, persimmon

51. Do you wear jeans or sweats more? Sweats

52. What’s your earliest memory? In kindergarten i used to dance to Westlife music

53. Ever had a poem or song written about you or to you? Nope not that i know of

54. Do you prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it? behind

55. Do you have a collection of anything? Moon stuff

56. Do you save money or spend it? I try to save!

57. What would your dream house be like? Filled with things i've made and antique stuff as well

58. What top 5 things make you the angriest? Aaa i dont know, i try not to focus on those things

59. What top 5 things always brings a smile to your face? a good meal, plants, good music, animals, finishing something i made

60. You are walking down the street on your way to work. There is a dog drowning in the canal on the side of the street. Your boss has told you if you are late one more time you get fired. What do you do? I would help the dog

61. 72: You are at the doctor’s office and she has just informed you that you have approximately one month to live. a) Do you tell anyone/everyone you are going to die? b) What do you do with your remaining days? c) Would you be afraid? Yeah i'd probably tell the ones closest to me that arent my family. then i'd just make the most of my time, i'd travel to japan for a week, france/germany for a week, a week with my family and last with the ones close to me outside of family. I would probably be a bit scared but i wouldn't try to focus on that fear too much, because well if theres nothing i can do about it then worrying about it will just stop me from enjoying the last of my days

62. Give me the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the word; heart. A heart shape ❤️

63. You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere. You have to depart right now. Where are you gonna go? Japan!

64. Do you like the beach? It's okay, not my favorite place

65. Ever sleep on the couch or a bed with someone special? Yes

66. Do you have a middle name? If so what is it! I have two middle names, Ida and Johanna

67. Do you talk to yourself? Yes, because it helps me to understand my own thoughts and situations better

68. Describe your hair. Thin, blonde

69. What is the meaning of life. To enjoy it

70. What is your ideal partner like? Calming, feels like home, a bit spontaneous romantic, supporting, good listener and communicator

71. Do you want to get married? Yeah it would be cute

72. Do you want to have kids? A bit torn on that question, can't say no or yes

73. Like or dislike your family? A bit so so

74. Are you Chunky or Slim? Somewhere in between

75. Would you consider yourself smart? Yes in some ways

76. What would you change about your life? The place I live

77. Religious or Not? Nope

78. You’re drunk and yelling at hot guys/girls out of your car window, you’re with? I dont drink so no one!

79. You’re locked in a room with the last person you kissed, is that a problem? Nope

80. Does anyone regularly (other than family) tell you they love you? Nope, and my family doesn't say it either

81. If the person you wish to be with were with you, what would you be doing right now? Probably sleeping

82. So, the last person you kissed just happens to arrive at your door at 3AM; do you let them in? Yes but my mom wouldn't be too happy haha

83. Do you like when people play with your hair? yes it's nice sometimes

84. Do you like bubble baths? Nope, i don't really like baths so much

85. Have you ever been pulled over by a cop? Nope

86. Have you ever danced in the rain? Yes, with my old best friend

87. Do you trust anyone with your life? Yes the ones closest to me, not really my family though

88. What was your first thought when you woke up this morning? I wanna eat haha

89. If money wasn’t an issue, what top 10 places would you travel to? (You get to stay at each place for a week) Japan for 3 weeks, France, Germany, LA, Italy, Greece, Thailand, England

90. How was your day today? It was good! I made some stew for the week

91. Play an instrument? A bit of piano, some chords on guitar but thats it

92. Describe the what you think of the ocean. It's okay, if i go i usually prefer a smaller beach with few or no people

93. Do you believe in aliens or ghosts? Aliens but not like in movies, anything that is alive outside of our planet so anything even if it's an ant sized creature it's an alien to me. And as for ghosts i'm open to the idea of it but i haven't really invested much time in that topic!

94. Honestly, are things how you wanted them to be? Nope, but i believe they will be someday

95. Do you have a mean bitchy scary side? Not bitchy but a bit scary maybe

96. When are you vulnerable? When i'm deeply in love

97. How much free time do you have? A lot currently but i'm taking that time to relax

98. Do you like to go hiking? Never been!

99. Odd or Even Numbers? Even

100. Would you ever go sky diving, bungee jumping , cliff diving, wing suit gliding, parasailing, snorkeling, or other extreme activities? hmmm, i can't say for sure

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reylo-solo · 5 years

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a secret admirer

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A Reylo Valentines AU from a cute prompt left by @nite0wl29 where Ben leaves secret Valentines cards in Rey’s locker! Thanks for the prompt, beautiful! I hope you all enjoy the adorableness! Happy Valentine’s Day, reylos! ❤

Read it on AO3.

10-20-30-40.

The lock opened into her palm with one firm pull. Rey slipped it out of its place and pulled her locker door open.

She was expecting to find nothing unusual inside her locker when she opened it, because it was her locker. No one knew the combination to get inside besides her. What else should she be expecting besides the same, small magnetic calendar that was two years out of date, but which she was keeping for the cute photos of kittens? What else, besides the little Polaroid pictures of her and her friends? Or the drawing she’d done of a horse that she was still quite proud of. Or the overdue library books, which were shamefully stashed away in the back, behind her textbooks and binders.

No, she did not expect to find any surprises when she opened the door. And yet, there was one, taped to the inside of her door so that she couldn’t possibly miss it.

A card, hand-made with fine, recycled stationary, decorated with gold leaf accents. Her name was printed in beautifully flowing calligraphy on the front, the ink a beautiful navy blue colour. She gasped as she saw it, and the fact that someone had been in her locker didn’t even hit her, so struck was she by the simplistic beauty of the thing.

Carefully, she pulled off the tape which secured it to her door and, leaning into her locker a little, opened it inside.

The same flawless lettering greeted her, along with something that completely shocked her: a hand-drawn portrait of herself, done in graphite and charcoal. In the drawing her hair was pulled back into her signature triple-bun style, and particular care and attention had gone into adding each freckle that graced the bridge of her nose and her cheekbones. Her eyes were downcast; her lashes, long and dark, casting a shadow over her cheeks. It looked like she was studying something, but there was a hint of a smile there upon her penciled lips, as though she had heard something amusing a minute ago. Whoever had drawn this had watched her intently for a little while. They had to share a class with her, she thought.

The other half of the card’s interior was dedicated to a brief but lovely message, which began quite eloquently with the opening stanza of Lord Byron’s “She Walks in Beauty”:

She walks in beauty, like the night

Of cloudless climes and starry skies;

And all that’s best of dark and bright

Meet in her aspect and her eyes;

Thus mellowed to that tender light

Which heavy to gaudy day denies.

- Happy (almost) Valentine’s Day from your secret admirer.

P.S. I hope you like the portrait. Though it can never compare to the real thing.

P.P.S. You should really think about a more challenging lock combination. That was far too easy.

It took Rey another few minutes before she even began to realize how much her cheeks hurt from smiling. She closed the card and clutched it to her chest. She’d never gotten a Valentine like that before! Or at least, she’d never gotten one that didn’t have a cute bear or cartoon character on it, and those certainly never had romantic poetry included with them.

“Lord Byron…” she murmured to herself.

They must be in my English class. We just covered Lord Byron’s work a few days ago…

But…who was it?

She spent the next two days trying to puzzle it out on her own. This also meant that she had paid little to no attention in her English class since receiving the mysterious Valentine. The entire time her eyes had been secretly jumping around the room, as though she could catch someone staring at her, and maybe doodling in their notebook at the same time…

She ruminated the possibility of it being any number of people, but none stood out to her. She even thought about it maybe being her best friend, much to the detriment of her own anxiety, but then she remembered that Finn can’t draw, and he certainly can’t do calligraphy like that. No, it couldn’t have been him.

It was almost maddening, trying to figure it out. She began to second-guess herself. Maybe the Lord Byron thing had been a fluke. Maybe it was someone in her history class, or math. Maybe it was janitor Bob for all she knew.

Rey was starting to feel down on her luck when she opened her locker between fourth and fifth period and something fell out, gliding down to land perfectly atop her shoes. She bent down to grab it and her heart skipped a beat.

Another Valentine! Written on the same paper! Oh, and the writing is the same…

There was no poem this time; instead she found a personalized message just for her:

Rey,

Still can’t puzzle it out, can you? That’s okay. I’m not giving you very many hints, am I? Maybe I should change that for you. I’m a male in your English class, if the Byron poem wasn’t a big enough clue. We’ve had lots of classes together over the years, but you’ve probably never noticed me before, not like I’ve noticed you.

I saw you looking for me the other day in class, though. You weren’t very sneaky about it, but I didn’t mind. You looked right at me for the longest second of my life, and I thought maybe…maybe you saw it in me, but you didn’t. It’s a good thing – I’d rather you see who I am outside of class anyway.

Speaking of, Valentine’s Day is only a week away. Think you can guess who I am by then?

- Your secret admirer

He had gifted her another portrait. This one was done faster than the other, and he’d left it looking half-finished, but she liked it like that. He’d captured her mid-laugh, with that cheesy smile of hers. He’d even gotten her dimples right. Even though his pencil had spent the briefest of time on this page, he’d created something which Rey thought was even prettier than the real thing.

“Whatcha got there?”

Rey jumped and the Valentine slipped from her hands. She bent fast to pick it up but another hand had caught it before she had a chance. Rose Tico’s eyes widened as they saw the beautiful calligraphy on the front of the card, addressing it to Rey.

“Oh, wow…what is this?” Rose inquired. She waggled her eyebrows suggestively at Rey. “You’re already getting Valentines? What am I saying…of course you are, look at you.”

“I-it’s nothing,” Rey excused, trying to grab for the card to no avail. Rose kept twisting away, keeping it just out of Rey’s grasp. “Can you give it back please?”

“Who’s it from?” Rose grinned broadly and opened it up, her eyes hungrily skimming over the message. She gasped. “A secret admirer?!”

“Shh!” Rey demanded, finally swiping the card away from Rose now that she was distracted enough. “Say it a little louder why don’t you, I don’t think everyone heard…”

“I can’t believe you have a secret admirer! That’s so exciting and romantic!” Rose squealed, in a much quieter tone. “Who do you think it is? And am I mistaken, or does that message sound like you’d already gotten one card from him?”

Rey sighed, looked at her friend, and figured she had not one hope in hell of keeping this secret any longer. Besides, she thought, she could use the help figuring out who the mystery man was. So, she dug around in her schoolbag and produced the first Valentine, allowing Rose to read it, provided she keep it close to her person so no prying eyes could look over her shoulder and see.

“Wow…this is beautiful,” Rose whispered. “That drawing is…wow…”

“I know,” Rey said, swiping the card back and stowing it safely away, along with the other one.

“Who could it be, though? He said he was in our English class…”

“Yeah, I have no clue,” Rey groaned. “I’ve been trying to figure it out since I got the first card and I’ve gotten nowhere since.”

“Hmm…well, two minds are better than one. Let’s go grab some lunch and Nancy Drew this shit, shall we?” Rose offered Rey her arm, which Rey happily took.

“Let’s.”

The two settled themselves in a secluded area of the cafeteria, safely away from prying eyes or ears. First, they had to remember all the boys in their English class, which took much longer than they thought it would. Once they’d recalled mostly everyone (there were a few relatively new kids whose names they couldn’t remember, and so they were referred to as ‘boy with really thick glasses’, ‘boy who wears the same jacket everyday’ and so on), they began to break it down individually. This too was a little tougher than they had anticipated, once they eliminated all the boys they knew to be in a relationship. They were left with about ten viable options after that, and they had to go through each one and decide if they fit the bill or not.

Rey eliminated four of them right off the bat, either because she couldn’t stomach the thought of them leaving romantic notes for her, or they truly didn’t seem the type to think romantically, let alone write in beautiful calligraphy and make lovely sketches. Then there were a couple who hadn’t said more than one word to Rey since elementary school.

Suddenly, Rose gasped and made a low ‘ohhh’ sound.

“What?” Rey demanded. “What is it?”

“What if…no, he wouldn’t…or would he…?”

“Spit it out, Rose!”

“What if it’s Ben?”

Rey went still. Her eyebrows shot up in surprise but she didn’t move or speak for a moment. Rose was monitoring her reaction with keen interest.

Ben Solo. Tall, dark, with a boyish grin, he was alluring in the most unique of ways. He had thick raven hair and deep, soulful brown eyes; his strong, broad frame was built for endurance and power. But he hadn’t always looked that good. Rey remembered a young, gangly boy, with messy black hair and a pasty complexion, whose ears stuck out a little, running around the playground during recess with his toy spaceships, playing games with his friends.

It had been that little boy who Rey had opened her crying eyes to when she had fallen off the swing and hit her head in second grade. He’d been standing over her, blocking out the sun, and offering her his hand.

“Hi, are you okay? Do you need me to get the teacher?” he’d asked, and his voice had had a minor lisp, because he was missing two of his front teeth.

Rey had sniffed and wiped away her tears, not caring if the sand and dirt smudged on her cheeks. She remembered feeling flattered as she had taken his hand and allowed him to help her up. She hadn’t wanted a teacher to come over, and so he had offered to sit with her for the remainder of recess, until her tears stopped falling. And so they had sat together by the swings and talked and laughed until the bell rang, and by that time Rey’s head had stopped hurting, and she had long ago stopped crying.

“Ben…?” Rey whispered to Rose after mulling it over for a moment. “No…no, it couldn’t be. I haven’t had a real conversation with him since…middle school, I think.”

“So? He seems like the type to pine over a girl,” Rose argued. “You know, I’m sure there’s a proper gentleman beneath that surly exterior.”

“But he has lots of friends. Some of them are girls, even.”

“Again, I ask: so? He’s single, isn’t he?”

“I-I don’t know.”

“Hm, well, I’m just saying. If I had to bet on it being anyone, I’d bet on him.”

Hmm…

She didn’t receive another card until Valentine’s Day, and even then she didn’t receive it until the day was almost over and she was cut straight through with anxiety.

During that time between card two and card three, Rey had tried desperately not to convince herself that it was Ben writing them to her, but it was tougher than she anticipated. She’d continuously catch herself absentmindedly referring to her secret admirer as Ben, and then she’d proceed to mentally slap herself for doing so. She hated getting her hopes up; she’d had them crushed too many times in the past.

But she was powerless against the idea that it might be him. The thought of him bent over a desk that looked far too small in comparison, his dark locks falling over his brow and tickling the bridge of his long nose, as he penned her part of a Lord Byron poem and sketched her image just made her feel giddy for some reason. It made the cards even more flattering, and she found herself looking at them repeatedly, reading and re-reading their inscriptions.

She also had found herself watching for Ben, something she hadn’t really done before. She’d constantly be looking past someone’s shoulder, or looking over her own, trying to spot him. Every now and again she’d hear his distinct laugh or his deep, warm voice, and she’d stand up a little straighter and fix her hair.

She hated it.

It felt like he had some kind of control over her. Only he seemed capable of making her palms that clammy. She’d find herself getting annoyed at him from a distance. Who does he think he is? Walking around in his dark wash jeans, with his hair all messed up like that, smiling that goofy smile. What have you done to me, you evil, handsome snake…

One of these times, when she was viciously cursing him in her head, her eyes had actually locked with his across the school courtyard. It had just been for the briefest of moments, but in that time it felt like all the sound was sucked from the world and everything around them stopped moving. Rey’s heartbeat hammered in her ears, steady and loud. There was something there, in the space between them. Something visceral and real and tender.

Or maybe it had just been wishful thinking.

And it was that kind of doubt which had fuelled her panic on Valentine’s Day when she arrived to her locker in the morning, after having practically ran the entire way there, only to find no card inside. And it didn’t help when Rose kept asking after every period of she’d gotten it yet, and Rey kept having to answer with ‘no’.

So when she got to her locker, fully exasperated and confused, at the end of the day as everyone else was scrambling to gather their things and get the hell out of there, and found a letter taped to the outside of her locker, she nearly squealed in excitement.

This one was safely kept in an envelope (which she tore open quite quickly). There was no drawing in this one, only an urgent message:

Meet me in the theatre, right now.

She didn’t even put her books back in her locker. She took them with her as she raced past the swarm of bodies towards the theatre at the back of the school. Her heartbeat was pounding in her ears and every person who got in her way came perilously close to having their toes viciously stepped on.

This was it, she thought to herself. The mystery was finally coming to a close. She was going to find out once and for all who had been behind all those letters. She was going to see who her Valentine really was.

She braced herself when she got to the theatre doors, taking a deep breath in before pushing them open. Her nerves almost had her trembling.

She walked into a mostly-dark theatre. The only light was a silvery glow angled at the stage, where an old piano sat. Upon its bench was a person, playing its keys slowly and a little awkwardly. Rey didn’t realize she was holding her breath.

Oh my god. It’s him.

The door closed with an echoing click and the piano music abruptly stopped. Ben stood, all six-foot-two of him, nearly knocking the piano bench over in his haste. His eyes landed on hers, all the way across the theatre, and his hands rubbed themselves upon the thighs of his jeans.

There it was again – that crackling in the space between them, like a field of exhilarating static.

“Hi.”

His voice echoed, too; its deep, nervous lull drew her instantly closer. She walked down the aisle towards him, one step at a time, until she had reached the stairs up to the stage. Once there she paused, staring up at him as if she couldn’t quite believe he was really there – and a part of her certainly couldn’t believe that. But the rest of her was internally screaming because, damn it, she knew it!

“Hello.” She said, her voice strangely quiet even to her own ears.

He leaned down and offered her his hand. She appraised it for a moment, her eyes roaming over its lines and freckles, before slowly, temptingly, taking it. Their fingers wound around one another and held on lightly. She took the steps up to join him on the stage.

Suddenly their bodies were very close together. She could feel his warmth and smell his entrancing scent. Her eyes travelled up to his face, and she thought her heart was going to jump from her chest when she saw those deep brown eyes lingering on her; looking at her like they never wanted to look at anything else again.

“So? Are you surprised, or did you puzzle it out on your own?” he asked slowly.

“I…had my hopes up that it would be you,” she answered shyly.

He smiled that incredibly handsome, boyish smile, and it was just for her. She couldn’t help but giggle and smile back.

After a moment, she couldn’t help herself from asking, “Why me?”

“Why you?” His eyebrows raised in surprise. “I thought you’d know.”

She tilted her head, puzzled. “Know what?”

“Ah…do you remember back in like, second grade or whatever it was, when you fell off the swing?”

She blushed. “Yes, I do. You helped me up and wiped away my tears.”

“Yeah, and we spent the rest of that recess talking,” he smiled warmly. “I don’t remember exactly what we talked about…probably silly kid stuff. But, I do remember thinking you were pretty, and that you should never have to cry like that.”

“Even then?” she whispered.

“Even then.”

“Then why…why now?”

“Because…I suck. I spent all these years with a crush on you that I could never move on from and I…I was way too nervous around you because of it. I still am, but I just…well, it’s our senior year, so I thought it was now or never. And I realized I really, really couldn’t stand the thought of it being never.”

Rey hadn’t realized until just that moment that they had been slowly getting closer and closer together. When her chest brushed against his she couldn’t help the gentle gasp she made, or the steady pounding of her heart when he didn’t move away.

One of his fingers brushed a lock of her hair away from her face and she wondered, in that brief moment when his skin made contact with hers, if he could feel the heat he’d created upon her flesh. Did he know what he was doing to her? The undeniable nervousness in his shining eyes said yes, he knew firsthand.

“If I never got to see you like this, if I never got to be alone with you again…I think I’d go mad,” he continued, his voice a softly rasping whisper. “If I never got to kiss you…”

“Then do it,” she begged, daring to place her hands delicately upon his chest. “Kiss me, now.”

His fingers trailed along her jaw as he lowered his lips to hers, and she held his hand there, as she felt the roughness of the stubble on his cheek with her other. His lips were soft upon hers at first, and alluring. He was clearly allowing himself to enjoy every tiny moment of their kiss, and it was so romantic of him, but she couldn’t resist the insatiable pull she felt within herself. She wanted more.

Her fingers threaded themselves into his hair and pulled him closer, holding him there, securing him before her. The feeling of his hand travelling down her side and slipping around her waist almost made her moan. It felt like the world was finally giving her everything she’d ever asked for, and she felt equal-parts thrilled and stunned that it had been right in front of her this entire time.

When their embrace finally ended, they looked at each other through half-lidded eyes filled with stars.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” Ben whispered.

Rey chuckled and let her head settle on his chest. His arms wrapped protectively around her and she felt as comforted as she had that day on the playground.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Ben.”

#reylo #reylovalentines2019 #happy valentines day #reylo fic #reylo fanfic #prompts #my fic #kylo x rey

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moonfireflight · 5 years

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Chii and Saeyoung’s Valentine’s Day

Happy early Valentine’s Day @megamixsama ! I hope you like your gift from the swap here! :D @mysmevalentinesdayexchange

Long fingers tangled through braided orange cabling, creating and undoing a series of intricate knots. She’s just late, that’s all. Saeyoung leaned against a brick wall and gazed up at the gathering clouds, tugging at the cord for his headphones fitfully. He had thought he had planned everything out to the last detail, and she was late, or not coming at all, and it was probably going to rain.

His stomach grumbled at him, and he kicked a pebble across the street to relieve some of the frustration that was building inside of him, all of it aimed at himself. This is it. He had messed up Valentine’s Day.

“Saeyoung! I’m so sorry you had to wait so long! I wanted to text you but I couldn’t.” At the sound of her voice, his head snapped up, and there she was. Chii was walking towards him with her cute habit of managing to look almost entirely sophisticated, though her joy at seeing her date couldn't be completely contained. The worries that had weighed upon Saeyoung's heart fluttered away at her embrace.

“You’re worth any wait, my princess,” he said as he lifted her delicate frame by the waist, twirling her about. He always loved watching her long her fan out and glide through the air around her. Though, what he liked most was her smile. It felt like a secret and magical thing, shared only with him.

Once her feet were safely on the ground again, he brushed her hair to the side in one long, cascading wave, before brushing his lips against hers. “Saeyoung… You're too much,” she said with a grin.

“Well, you deserve everything so too much is almost enough!”

Saeyoung blinked as a droplet of water collided with his eyelashes, managing to sneak around his generous glasses. “What was that?” Chii asked as he flinched away from another drop. They both held out their hands to confirm… It was raining on Valentine’s Day. While Saeyoung frowned, Chii, with a flourish, produced a cute black umbrella from her bag. Though she held it as high as she could do so comfortably, her boyfriend had to hunch to get under it. He gave her a strained smile, and she looked up at him. “It’s just a gentle spring rain. Let’s see what the rest of the day looks like, hmm?”

Peering at Saeyoung’s phone as he tapped through a weather app, they discovered that this was just the beginning of a storm that would only grow throughout the evening. The redhead took a deep breath, summoning up his usual chipper tone again. “Nature has nothing on God Seven! I’ll make sure we still have the best date ever… at the bunker!”

Chii leaned into him, snuggling up close. Though she knew most of his sudden mood change was bluster, harkening back to the days before they met, she would nurture the seed of truth within it. “Yay! The rain can’t stop us, no matter what! God Seven is the best!”

***

Back in the bunker, Saeran was sprawled out on a well-worn couch. Shifting colors from the television danced over his hair. Only the very tips of his hair were still white - the rest a vibrant red just a shade lighter than his twin’s. His arm hung off the edge of the seat, loosely holding the remote. “Back already?”

“Yep! We have returned to our castle, safe from the dastardly deluge, determined to dash…”

Saeran cut him off. “So, it’s raining?”

“... yeah?”

“I haven’t seen rain in a long time. I’ll be back in a while.”

“Don’t stay out in it too long! It’s no good if you catch a cold since you’re still…”

With a huff of annoyance, Saeran interrupted his brother again. “I’m not a child. I’m just going out to the balcony for a bit. Relax, dork.”

Saeyoung pulled his girlfriend in close, absolutely beaming. “Did you hear that, Chii! He called me a dork instead of an idiot! Our brotherly love is unstoppable!”

“Don’t push your luck, idiot,” he said, the slight tilt of his lips giving away his true feelings. “Whatever you’re doing, have fun and remember you aren’t the only ones who live here, dammit.”

***

Chii entered the depths of their massive walk-in closet, eyeing a long row of dresses in a rainbow of colors. She snickered to herself at the collection before heading over to her rack - a vast sea of mostly black, dark red, and regal patterns. Saeyoung said he had needed some time to prepare a surprise for her, so she decided to surprise him as well by dressing up for the occasion. The original plan had been to head home and get dressed and ready to go out, anyway.

A few minutes later she stood before a full-length mirror, straightening out the cascading layers of black ruffles that made up her skirt. Since Saeyoung's date idea was a picnic dinner and enjoying watching the sunset fade into night, she skipped the gloves she usually wore with the dress and put on a necklace with little silver stars.

With no way to know how long Saeyoung would be, Chii wandered out to the living room, ready to sit down with her phone. Saeran was back, sitting on the couch with his feet tucked under him, though she now noticed he was reading a slender book. The television was usually on for background noise as he wasn’t yet comfortable with only the hum of the electronics in the bunker for company.

Though she had been living with the twins for a few months, she didn’t often speak with Saeran. In a way, she appreciated that about him. She always had time for Saeyoung’s boisterous nature, yet sitting quietly with his twin, reading or studying was its own comfort. After settling into her favorite chair - a dramatic affair of plush dark red velvet and polished wood - she quietly asked, “what are you reading?”

Despite her care, he still jumped slightly at the sound of her voice, and he closed the book, keeping his eyes on the cover as he spoke. “Desiderata. My therapist gave it to me. It’s a poem.”

Chii smiled. “You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. That one, right?”

Saeran glanced up from the book and nodded at her. “Exactly. I’m not sure if I understand all of it, but that part is… nice.”

A flurry of movement and a familiar black and yellow hoodie caught her eye just before Saeyoung announced, “Madame, your carriage awaits!”

Both Chii and Saeran looked about in confusion, trying to catch his meaning, though Saeyoung was beckoning her to his side, his arm held out like a proper gentleman. He was up to something. She would gladly fall for it though, as she fell in love again with the handsome man she was cautiously walking towards.

A mere few steps away from him, she barely caught the glimmer in his eye before he lunged forward. Next thing she knew, he was holding her like a bride, her arms around his neck, both of them laughing as he carried her to their room. She waved over Saeyoung’s shoulder to his brother. Though he shook his head at their antics, he waved his little family away with a smile.

***

Chii smoothed out her skirt again once Saeyoung set her down before the closed door. His eyes roved over her form, taking in her whole outfit with open appreciation, before settling on the shining stars that bedecked her throat. “I… didn’t expect you get dressed up since we were staying home. You look beautiful,” he said with breathless adoration, his cheeks tinted a faint pink.

“This is nothing, but thank you, hun. I knew you put your whole heart into planning today, so I wanted to be a little fancy.” Her green eyes peered up at him over her glasses, and she couldn’t help but grin at the effect it had on him.

“Y-yes! Planning! Okay~! Are you ready for a picnic under the stars? I told you a little rain couldn’t hold back God Seven!”

She clapped at his performance and nodded, eager to see what he had in store for them. Saeyoung opened the door with a flourish, ushering her into their newly transformed bedroom.

The room was filled with a warm glow from strings of tiny lights that followed the folds of the gauzy white fabric forming a canopy over their bed. She held a hand to her chest as she slowly took a step forward, enchanted by the sight. Once she was in the room, she heard sounds of nature - soft wind carried the melody of distant birdsong, while crickets played their own tune to welcome the coming night.

“What…?”

Saeyoung’s arms wrapped around her waist and she settled into his familiar warmth, only now noticing the picnic basket on their bed. “I hope this makes up for being rained out of our picnic. I can’t believe I didn’t think to look at the weather reports first…”

“Sae, this is magical. I’ve only seen things like this on Pinventory online! I think we should try indoor camping more often.”

At her words, he hugged Chii tightly enough to nearly make her squeak. After a moment, he let her go so that he could lead her by the hand to the bed, where they both settled into the mound of pillows he had gathered. The effect was even prettier from beneath the canopy, the individual bulbs softening into an early twilight glow.

The couple sat together, quietly snickering at each other’s jokes and snuggling ever closer as they enjoyed their little feast. As they neared the end of it, they took turns feeding each other cubes of cheese or bites of fruit. Saeyoung’s face did it’s best to match the color of the last strawberry as she held it up to his waiting lips, green eyes meeting warm amber. Never one to be easily bested, he kept her gaze, licking his lips before taking the sweet fruit into his mouth with deliberate slowness.

When she leaned in to kiss him, he held up a finger to hold her off for the moment and shuffled around a bit so he could get his phone out of his pocket. “I promised a night under the stars, didn’t I?”

With a few taps on his screen, the atmosphere changed. The glow around the canopy dimmed to nothing, replaced by a scant scattering of even smaller lights inside of it, reminiscent of stars. Above everything, his intricate constellations of glow-in-the-dark stars showed themselves as well, shedding their pale green light. Even the sounds altered - birdsong giving away to a quiet, romantic melody that mingled subtly with a whisper of wind and other sounds of the night.

He left Chii’s side momentarily so he could clean up the rest of their meal, and she could take in the sights. “How did you do this all so quickly, Sae? It’s amazing!”

“Uh-uh! A magician never tells his secrets!”

“Oh, you’re a magician now?” she giggled as he laid down next to her.

“Certainly,” he replied with a smirk as he rolled her over on top of him. “And for my first trick, I intend to make that gorgeous dress disappear…”

#moonie writes #saeyoung choi #707 #luciel choi #mystic messenger #valentine's day #valentine's swap

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leswansong · 5 years

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Chapter Fourteen - Adrinette April - Notes for You

Day 14 - The Valentine

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AN: All links to poems can be found at the end

February 1st, the start of a new month and the last of winter, the snow had melted away living any trace of the white Christmas she experienced at the start of the winter months.

She stepped out of the warm bakery, her home into the cold morning air, she couldn’t wait until spring when the morning air warmed up enough to where she didn’t have to be bundled up in a million layers just to head to her high school that sat just across the street, she tugged at her pastel pink scarf wrapping it tighter around her neck trying to keep the morning frost at bay, her feet stomped heavily up the concrete steps towards the large green wooden gate, she could still smell the fresh bread pouring out of the smokestacks of the bakery as she got further into the school, then again she could always smell home reminding her that it was never was far away.

The courtyard was crowded with other students, it was suffocating, she never really liked crowds it was a fear she developed at a young age when she lost her Parents at Mall during Christmas, it had left her scared for a significantly long time terrified to step out into public area’s in case it happened again. She bobbed and weaved around the courtyard heading towards the locker room, she needed to grab a few books before class, she hoped Alya was already waiting for her, the two had some homework to go over before their morning classes began, Marinette had been silly had left it to the last minute for the 800th time.

The locker room was practically empty, only a handful of students remained, she quickly pushed aside her fears and went to her locker, her mind was elsewhere and didn’t register the white envelope sitting neatly on the top shelf, it was only when she needed to grab her Science book and accidentally knocked it off. She placed her books down and gently picked it off the floor, reading her name written carefully on the envelope, she gently opened it, a single white card sat inside, there was no fancy design on the front so it wasn’t store bought, it was just… white. She opened it reading and rereading the words written on the card stock, the words had been written in the most careful handwriting as if the author had spent hours beforehand practising making sure not a letter was out of place.

I can’t say I love you. But it’s hidden deep inside of me.

I can’t say I need you. But it hurts every time you leave me.

I wish that I could express what really is true.

More and more I find myself hiding the way I feel for you.

A thousand words cannot be written in a single card so 13 more shall follow leading to one special day…

- Your secret Valentine

A poem, predictable but it was cute, she placed the card back in the envelope and picked up her books, she needed to speak to Alya. She tripped up the stairs several times trying to get to class before the bell, she had a good thing going for the past week and a half, she had been on time for almost all of her classes and she was cutting it close, the letter had thrown her timing off, she barreled into the classroom meer seconds before the bell.

“And she’s safe!” Alya cheered as Marinette made her way over to her old seat.

“Sorry Nino, I need my old spot back for this morning, you can have Adrien for this morning, Thanks!”

Nino barely had time to protest when Marinette sat down in the wooden seat, he let out a sigh and reluctantly sat down in her seat, grumbling something beyond her hearing.

“What's this about?” Alya whispered, careful not to tip Miss Bustier off to their conversation.

Marinette opened her French Literature book sliding Alya the Envelope.

“Read,” she whispered back.

She watched out of the corner of her eye as her friend opened the card, silently reading the words on the page.

“Secret Admirer?”

“Seems like it…”

“We are so finding out who they are.”

“There are over 100 people in this school.”

“Well, you’re not wrong.”

“It will take forever to find out who.”

“Luckily your admirer is planing 13 more notes.”

Marinette didn’t know how to respond so she stayed silent focused on the chalkboard.

——====+====——

“He likes you…”

“What?”

“He likes you.” Kagami said again in a much clearer voice, “You didn’t know?”

Marinette stared back at Him then at the anonymous Valentine’s letter in her hands, Marinette had suspected that the letter had been written by someone she knew but she never suspected it was Adrien, she opened it rereading the words carefully written on the page.

The words had been committed to her memory, they weren’t originally a quick google search proved that but it didn’t demean the emotions they were trying to convey. She studied the cursive handwriting, it didn’t seem like Adrien’s, his was messy so he could get his idea’s and thoughts out quickly and he normally didn’t write in cursive but that didn’t mean he didn’t write it, she wasn’t a handwriting expert its just she had never seen it so… neat and she couldn’t get past it.

“He mentioned liking someone,” Kagami continued, “I didn’t think… I thought he was just saying it to be kind, It didn’t cross my mind that he was being honest.”

Marinette looked up over to her, a single tear slowly fell down her cheek before a determined look spread across her face.

“Why does he like you?”

“I… I…”

“What makes you better?” Kagami was almost yelling, “Why does he find you more interesting more than me.”

“I… I don’t know. I really don’t know…”

“He’ll be mine…” Kagami angrily muttered before storming off.

Marinette stood in place still in shock at the outburst. Her eyes stayed focus on the door Kagami had left through, her mind replaying everything she had said.

“Marinette?”

She looked up at him, his face was full of concern, “Adrien…”

“Are you okay? Kagami she seemed-“

“Angry?”

“Yeah,” he motioned to sit down next to her, Marinette nodded her head, “Did you want to talk about it?”

“You probably should ask her,” she snapped back.

“I…”

“It’s okay, just a little in shock at her outburst, sorry.”

“What was it about?”

“This silly little card,” she said trying to downplay it, “she thought you wrote it but stormed off before I could tell her that it didn’t match your handwriting.”

She watched his face, watching for something to tell her she was right and Kagami was wrong, but it gave nothing away as he looked down at the card.

“May I?” he asked reaching for the card.

She shrugged, “Sure,” and handed the small white rectangle card over to him.

He carefully inspected the letter, he mouthed the words as he read, she was now pretty sure he wasn’t the one who placed it in her locker that morning.

“Hmm… I don’t know, Good luck trying to find out who,” he handed her back the card.

——====+====——

Saturday and Sunday weekends, her favourite days of the week, days to relax, to design and to spend time with her parents. She was a little surprised not to see two cardboard letters show up on her doorstep, she was disheartened, she was actually looking forward to the little notes with the silly little poems so when Sunday came to an end she reluctantly sent Alya a text.

-_-_-_-

A+ Blogger

No sign of Secret

Maybe he’s given up

That sucks

I was rooting for him

you seem to have miss placed your trust Al

he was probably just going to lead me on…

bet he didn’t think 13 days in advance

-_-_-_-

Marinette slowly walked into school heading towards her locker to dump her extra layers and spare books, lunch was a boring affair she was about ready to turn and walk back home, her locker door squeaked as she opened it, her eyes fell upon a single white envelope, maybe she was wrong maybe this guy was more determined than she thought, she inspected the envelope again, her name neatly written on the front again it was slightly different, handwritten. She opened it, the same rectangular letter, but different words. She read them again, the words singsonged in her head, she knew what was happening, she was falling but she couldn’t be, she loved Chat, how could she fall for random letters on rectangular pieces of paper.

You have come into my life

And it changed with a blink of an eye

You have blown the roof

To let me see the blue sky.

I can praise you for a whole day

But my love for you so great

That I need many days to say.

You could be the one,

the one I’ll stay with till I die.

You are the greatest in every way,

and I’m not telling a lie.

Out of every person in the world,

you are the best.

In every location on the planet,

from the North East South and West.

You are so beautiful,

even from afar,

please stay the same,

you’re perfect just the way you are.

I love your laugh and your smile.

While your voice is all I ask for,

It can make me so happy to hear.

You’re simply everything I adore.

There’s nothing I would change.

You’re just perfect for me too.

I do not see any flaws.

There’s nothing left for me to do.

Three poems for you to make up for the weekend

-Your Secret Valentine

She slowly pushed the paper back in the white envelope and let out a sigh, she needed to get her thoughts together and school was most defiantly not the place for that she turned to leave but collided with a body.

“Oh no, I’m… So sorry,” she fell to her knees to pick up the books they had dropped.

“Marinette it’s fine.”

She looked up and a wave of relief washed over her, “Adrien… I didn’t realise it was you, sorry, I should have been looking.”

“It's okay I’m used to you crashing into my life.”

“Very funny, I… I have to go.”

“But class,” he protested.

“I… I just need to go.”

She waved goodbye and headed to the nearest secluded area to transform, the red spotted suit was covering her body in seconds, she leapt onto the nearest rooftop and ran, she tried to stick to shadows, she didn’t want to cause panic among the streets below. Her mind ran over the words on the paper again and then over everything she loved about her partner, she had plans for valentines day, but the small voice in her head asked her if she was going to follow through with it if she was brave enough to tell him how she felt. The person, her secret admirer was telling her even if… she laughed, he was braver than she was, she was pretty sure it was a boy but to be honest she wasn’t sure. Their words rang in her head, "I can’t say I love you. But it’s hidden deep inside of me,” the words that had started her down this rocky path, who were they and how had they managed such an impossible feat in such a small about of time with such little effort, many had tried before, the simple little Valentine’s card, she had had several appear in her locker over the years, each with their own cheesy pickup line or poem, none of them were original and usually gave themselves away in a matter of hours, this one… puzzled her. They were playing it close to their chest not letting anything away.

Wooing her, this was stage one of his plan, then… then slowly tell her about himself, and by the end she would have 14 letters, 14 letters that would tell her exactly how he felt, she had almost caught him on day one, he panicked, he was afraid to admit it so he had hidden for two days unsure of his plans, missing some important steps in his plans but he could quickly adjust, it was easy to make it seem like it was actually part of the plan it just meant some things had to be shifted around.

Kagami had thrown him for a loop, he hadn’t known she had felt that way about him, keeping it hidden just like Chloe. Marinette had blinded him to the other girls around him, he failed to noticed blushed kissed checks thinking that it was just the makeup or the instructor pushing them a little too far never that they liked him more than a friend, he felt horrible… Kagami was a friend, a good one at that, although he didn’t really know much about her, she was good at fencing, she had a lot of pressure from her family to succeed, he knew little about her family, only having met her mother briefly. Maybe it was the rose he gave her a while ago when he had felt lost and confused around Marinette.

And here he was again circling back around to Marinette. He was saddened that he wasn’t a poet using others to author his feelings towards her, it felt like a cop out, that he wasn’t being 100% honest but he and Plagg agreed that the horrible attempts of original poetry that now sat hidden among his other books upstairs should remain confined to the pages they had first been written on and he should never try poetry again, Plagg had made it clear that if he had to read another word of Adrien’s failed attempts that the small Kwami wouldn’t hesitate to destroy half of Paris. Adrien had saved pages upon pages of other poets works, it was hard to narrow them down into 14 letters, they all said what he wanted to tell her, he tried to avoid the longer ones, his calligraphy practice wouldn’t hold out for that long, his fingers hurt only after a few words but it was all worth it for her, his sweet Marinette. He stared back at the slowly flowering Rose, the florist had assured him it would bloom on Valentine’s day, it wasn’t a red rose but a delicate pink, the colour had caught his eye when he passed it on the street, it now sat among two other roses, red and white, love and purity, they were in bloom and would reach full in a few days. A poem had caught his eye, it had led him to buy them adding them into his ever-growing plan, he couldn’t help but wonder over to them breathing in their sweet scent, he had forgotten how many times he had done so. He stared back at the slowly flowering Rose, the florist had assured him it would bloom on Valentine’s day, it wasn’t a red rose nor a pink, the colour had caught his eye when he passed it on the street, it sat among two other roses, red and pink, love and friendship, they were in bloom and would reach full in a few days. A poem had caught his eye, it had led him to buy them adding them into his ever-growing plan, he couldn’t help but wonder over to them breathing in their sweet scent, he had forgotten how many times he had done so.

He returned back to his computer with a heavy heart, he needed to narrow down what poem he was going to use for tomorrow.

There it sat, her white envelope waiting to be opened, she almost tore it out of the envelope.

If I Thought

If I thought for just one moment that this would be my last breath,

I'd tell you I'll love you forever, even beyond death.

If I thought for just one moment that your face would be the last I'd see,

I'd take a million pictures and save them just for me.

If I thought for just one moment that your voice would be the last I'd hear,

I'd listen attentively and promise not to shed a tear.

If I thought for just one moment that your touch would be the last I'd feel,

I'd embrace you and know that this has all been real.

If I thought for just one moment that my heart would beat its last beat,

I'd thank the Lord for allowing us to meet

-Dana Schwartz

You’ve probably figured that the words I use aren’t my own, I tried to write an original for you but it couldn’t compare

-Your Secret Valentine

She pressed her back on the locker next to her's as she read.

“Lover boy’s still keeping the charade?” Alya asked.

Marinette nodded her head as she continued to read.

“So you’re really going to get 14 of these?”

“I guess so…”

“Let me see.”

Marinette handed her the rectangle card.

“Loverboy has it bad.”

There was no denying it the boy really did have it bad, Marinette almost felt sorry about being in love with Chat, and even more so as she returned to her locker each day to find a new letter within, Alya had lamented to her that her investigation into the boy had dried up with absolutely no information to aid her, but still the small white envelopes came, sometimes they would be there in the morning waiting for her before class, somedays it would show up after lunch others she would have to wait until the end of the day to read. The 14th was approaching quick it was 4 days away, Marinette had 10 envelopes safely tucked away in her diary at home and she was patiently waiting for number 11 to join them, she opened her locker and spied it sitting neatly in her messy locker, it was the first thing she grabbed not caring about the books she would need for class and opened it.

I have heard your request but that comes at a cost: losing one poem that I had reserved for you…

‘His eyes are as green as a fresh pickled toad,

His hair is as dark as a blackboard.

I wish he was mine, he’s really divine,

The hero who conquered the Dark Lord.’

-Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets

This poem tells you two things about me but can you guess what?

-Your secret Valentine

Her eyes grew wide as she raced off to find Alya, calling her name in the bricked hallways.

“Alya!”

“Woah, calm down.”

Marinette pushed the card into her best friends hand.

“Read,” she commanded and her friend obliged.

“Well, this most certainly helps… How many days-“

“4, you have 4.”

“That's all the time I need,” Alya replied snapping a photo of the card before handing it back to Marinette.

Her best friend had purposely left her out on her plans to find who was leaving the cards as to not ruin the fun for her, Marinette didn’t want to know who was behind the cards unless they wanted her to but it didn’t stop her curiosity, occasionally listening in to some of Alya’s theories none of them helped much as she seemed to throw things at the wall to see if they would stick. Marinette didn’t have to commit this poem to memory, she had loved the Harry Potter books when she was younger, Ginny had written it about Harry however there was still the question of why this was today's poem, "This poem tells you two things about me but can you guess what?” Two things, it wouldn’t be the simple Black hair and Green eyes, although one of the features could be, but the second… She highly doubted it was the divine part everything so far had indicated that he wasn’t narcissistic and the last line was completely out of the question, so that left the ones above, just two little lines that gave almost nothing away.

The puzzle had stuck with her all day she stared down at the card exhaustedly, theories had come and all had been debunked, her copy of chamber of secrets sat on her desk, the poem was on page 178 but the number had no meaning behind it, she let out a frustrated groan and hit her head against her desk.

“Maybe you’re looking too far into it Marinette,” The Red Kwami softly offered.

“So he’s trying to tell me he likes Harry Potter, everyone likes Harry Potter,” she responded bluntly.

“And quite a lot of people have black hair or green eyes, he didn’t say anything about it being groundbreaking,” Tikki snapped back sarcastically.

“Sorry Tikki…”

“I understand. Are you going to do anything for Chat on Valentine's day?” She asked changing the subject.

“Maybe, I’m… Still a little unsure Tikki.”

“Just follow your heart it’ll lead you down the right path.”

She smiled at her Kwami, “Thank you Tikki. You always know what to say,"

To Be continued tomorrow

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How to Fake a Marriage Ch. 41

Adrien spent a good chunk of the morning of Valentine's Day wondering if maybe he should go out and brave the crowds (and potential lurking fans) to get a different present for Marinette. He knew that they had agreed on a simpler date this year- they were going to one of their favorite comfy stay-in dates, where they just lounged around in their matching pajama sets and played video games and ate take-out- but this was their second Valentine's as a couple. Surely he shouldn't make it too laid-back.

"Marinette will love your present," Tikki assured Adrien, making sure that her voice stayed low so that Marinette, who was getting up one room over, wouldn't hear. "She doesn't need you to be spending a ton of money on her just because you can. It's a cute present, and she'll like it a lot."

Adrien worried his lip but nodded anyway. He knew that Marinette liked the cute gifts instead of the expensive ones, but it was hard to escape all of the advertisements about buying loved ones jewelry for the holiday. They were plastered across billboards all over the city, played across TV screens, danced in the little ads on his computer screen, and were sandwiched in newspapers and magazines alike- buy jewelry! Rings, necklaces, earrings, bracelets! Make her happy for Valentine's Day!

It was exhausting, and Adrien didn't appreciate the way that the ads made him doubt his gift to Marinette.

"It's your version of a teddy bear, and those are common enough presents for Valentine's Day," Tikki reminded him, clearly picking up on what he was thinking. "She'll love it!"

Adrien nodded and continued making crepes for breakfast, making sure not to burn any. He had had to sacrifice a little sleep to get up early enough to start breakfast so that he would have it ready before Marinette had to go to work, but it was worth it. They would taste delicious.

"I smell something tasty!" Marinette sang, appearing around the corner. She grinned when she spotted the crepe pans on the stove. "Oh, yum!"

"Happy Valentine's Day, Bugaboo," Adrien told her, leaning forward to kiss her. "You look gorgeous this morning."

Marinette laughed. "I haven't even gotten dressed yet."

"Mm-hmm. Your bedhead is adorable." Adrien grinned at Marinette's blush and reached over to ruffle his girlfriend's hair up a little more. "And you'd look adorable in anything. Or out of anything."

"Adrien!"

Adrien just laughed. "Go get ready, Bug," he told her, giving her a gentle push out of the kitchen. "I'll get the crepes ready."

"Best boyfriend ever." Marinette vanished back around the corner with a grin, a bounce in her step. Adrien watched her go, then went back to making sure his batter was the right consistency.

(He had once packed his flour while measuring it instead of keeping it loose and fluffy and, well...that was definitely not correct. Crepes were not meant to be that thick.)

By the time Marinette emerged, dressed and ready for the day, Adrien was placing the last of the crepes on a large platter and bringing it out to the table, setting out plates and pouring juice for them both. He had set out an array of jams and a bottle of maple syrup on the table as well, just so Marinette could choose what she wanted.

"You are amazing," Marinette proclaimed, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "This looks fantastic. Best morning ever."

Adrien just grinned. "I wanted to make it special."

The (proper) kiss that he got in return made the early(ish) wake-up call and all of the dishes he would have to wash up well worth it.

They made an interesting little group, Adrien had to admit once they were all settled. He and Marinette sat on one side of the table, their knees bumping occasionally as they ate. On the other side, Plagg had refused any crepe and was nibbling his way through a generous slice of Brie. Next to him, Tikki had gotten a full-sized crepe, because Adrien had forgotten to make a small one, and strawberry jam and icing sugar were clinging to her cheeks as she ate. They would have to remember to help her clean up later.

...well, at least it would be good practice for when they had kids that needed their mouths wiped after eating.

After they had finished breakfast, Marinette kissed Adrien good-bye and trotted off to work, sounding very cheerful indeed as she greeted Abbey in the hallway outside of their apartment. Adrien grinned as he started rinsing the dishes, sticking what could go into the dishwasher in and hand-washing the rest.

"Are you going to spend the rest of the day cooking some ridiculously meal for your lover?" Plagg wanted to know as Adrien dried the last of the dishes and put everything away. "Because that's boring."

"Is it so hard for you to say girlfriend? And no, I have to go to class. And we've agreed to do pizza for dinner, so I'll get that dough going once I get home." Adrien wrinkled his nose at the thought of having to knead the dough for the pizza. It wasn't his favorite thing to do, even if he did enjoy the end product. They didn't have a dough hook to do the kneading with, so he had to do it all by hand instead.

And the dough had to be kneaded for something like ten minutes, all constantly. While it wasn't difficult to knead, necessarily, it was tiring and it tended to make his arms start to ache. But they got pizza out of it, so it was worth it. And Marinette had sworn up and down that they would get a proper mixer once they moved back to Paris, so they would only have to hand-knead their dough for a few more months.

"That's not very fancy."

"Valentine's Day isn't about being fancy, Plagg. It's about spending time together, and this year Marinette and I decided that we wanted to go for something laid-back and relaxed." Adrien headed back into the bedroom to change and get ready for the day. "It'll be fun."

Plagg snorted. "You spend the evenings together all the time anyway. How is this any different?"

"Easy. I won't be studying at all, and she won't be designing. We'll just hang out and talk and play video games and eat tasty food." It wasn't as though they never did that- they didn't spend all weekend on homework and commissions, after all- but it was the intention that counted. They were calling it a date, so therefore it would feel more datelike than playing a few rounds of Mega Strike on an average Saturday afternoon.

"And you always do that, too."

"Fine." Exasperated, Adrien turned to his kwami. "You really want to know what's going to be different? Fine. The difference is that you aren't going to want to be out here when Marinette and I are, and you definitely aren't going to be in the bedroom once we head back there."

"Ew, ew, ew, ew, ew! I didn't wanna know that!"

"I'd wish you a happy Valentine's Day, but I'm sure that you and Marinette are being boring and not even remotely romantic even though we all know you should be, so I don't see the point." Paul said as he sat down next to Adrien. "And just FYI, my sister made up this giant glittery obnoxious card for you for Valentine's Day with, like, a poem that's three pages long and obnoxiously sappy that she wanted me to deliver to you today with a bouquet of roses, but I binned the card on my way here and gave the flowers to my mom."

Adrien tried not to laugh at Paul's long-suffering expression. "I appreciate that, thanks."

"Do you normally get a lot of cards from your admirers?" Paul asked while they waited for class to start. "At home, I mean."

"Oh, gosh. Yes. But my father's secretary started filtering out the cards after I complained about the, ah, contents of some of the letters once I reached lycée." Adrien made a face at the memory. The contents of some of the letters had gotten creepy, to say the least. His father had ordered Nathalie to look through the cards, and Adrien had told her to just bin everything rather than wasting her time with the sorting. After all, if any of his friends wanted to give him any cards for the fun of it, they could give them to him in person. "So I have no idea how many cards I get nowadays, because she knows that I don't really care to see any of them."

"Brutal."

Adrien shrugged. "None of them know me. Why should I open all of those cards and read them, just because someone thinks that they're in love with me because they've seen some ads that I'm in and read a few magazine articles about me? I don't have the time."

"Fair point."

As class started, Adrien wondered when he should tell Paul that he and Marinette were actually dating. After all, Marinette had told her team at work the truth about their relationship. But she had told them because Abbey was moving into her old apartment, and it would be impolite to make Abbey lie about where she was living to her friends and coworkers, and impossible to do besides with Sarah and several other people working at Madam Rosalie's also living in the building. And Paul lived at home, with a sister who seemed to be a big fan of his. If she heard that Adrien was dating Marinette...

Well, he could deny it again, but Adrien had long since gotten tired of that. Maybe he would wait until the end of the semester, just to be safe. It never hurt to play on the safe side when it came to keeping secrets.

Lecture went by in a flash, and then Adrien headed to his discussion class. Paul hadn't managed to get into the same section- he had gone for an eight o'clock discussion instead- so he waved good-bye to his friend and headed to discussion. That went by in a flash, and then Adrien was headed back to his neighborhood, a bit of a spring in his step. A delicious smell tickled his nose as he headed down the street, and he was struck by an idea.

Grinning, Adrien spun around and changed course, ducking into their favorite bakery to pick a few things up instead of passing it by. He knew that Marinette was going to be whipping up some cookies for them to have with their pizza later- or maybe she was going to dig into their stash of chilled dough from previous too-large batches to bake, he wasn't sure- but there was nothing wrong with a midday treat.

Well, as long as he could brave the crowds in the bakery, which was far busier than usual with plenty of people who had had the same idea as Adrien.

Adrien headed out of the bakery nearly twenty minutes later with a bag in his hands and a whistle on his lips. He had managed to snag the last of Marinette's favorite treat plus one of his own favorites (plus a cookie for Tikki and a cheesy breadstick for Plagg, he wasn't cruel), which he was going to count as a success.

"That was insane," Plagg grumbled as they headed down the street. "Insane! Why are there so many people?"

Adrien gave his kwami a Look- or, rather, he tried, because it was difficult to crane his neck to look at Plagg properly when his kwami was in his jacket. "It's Valentine's Day."

"So?"

Adrien let out a long-suffering sigh. "So a lot of people are trying to pick up a fancy dessert for their dinners with their significant others tonight when they wouldn't normally bother. And clearly the bakeries are trying to account for that by making more, but they can only make so much product at a time. And they probably have people who placed orders that they have to bake for as well. And obviously the cashiers can only go so fast without making mistakes or accidentally damaging anything, so the line gets really long."

"And then there are the idiots who get to the front of the line and still don't know what they want."

Adrien tried not to laugh. It would only encourage Plagg, and while he had a point... "Well, maybe their first choice was out or something."

"Then they should have a second choice ready. And a third. It's called planning ahead." Plagg peered up at Adrien. "Don't tell me that you would have stood there looking around like an idiot if they had sold out of the kind of stuff you bought. You had options that you would have gone to next."

"And I was keeping an eye on the display cases to make sure that they had what I wanted," Adrien admitted. "And to know if I would have to change my order. It's what I always do, and I think it's a good habit to have."

"Yeah, well, other people should take up that habit too." Plagg sounded grumpy. Clearly he wasn't in a great mood, maybe because of the promise of future romance and ooey-gooey human grossness in the near future. "So are we going back home now?"

"I gotta get this to Mari first." Bag clutched tightly in his hand, Adrien sped up his step, carefully avoiding the slick spots on the sidewalk. "Otherwise it'll be cold, and she won't want to eat sweets right before dinner."

Plagg groaned and rolled over in Adrien's pocket. "Remind me how you two aren't married already?"

"It's totally a boyfriend thing to do!"

Marinette's coworkers were not surprised to see him there. Sarah's head popped out into the hallway and she eyed the bag he carried with a grin.

"Oh! Treats!" She made a big show of clapping her hands over her heart. "You shouldn't have, Agreste! You're so sweet to us."

Adrien couldn't help but laugh. "Very funny."

"Seriously, though. No flowers?" Sarah stood up from her chair and came out fully, pushing her chair back to her desk. "I would have thought that a big sappy romantic like you would have gone the flowers route."

"There really wasn't any way for me to do that without being seen," Adrien admitted, because low-key Valentine's date or no, he would have liked to get flowers for Marinette. There just wasn't a good way to hide them, and if he was spotted in a flower shop, they would end up in the magazines again and he was enjoying not having articles written about his personal life too much to risk setting them off again.

Sarah made a face. "Oh, I suppose. But you'll have to let the world know someday, Sunshine!" she added, and Adrien had to wonder when on Earth Sarah had met Alya in order to pick up that nickname. "And believe me, you guys will be seeing all of the magazines that cover it!"

"I don't doubt that," Adrien grumbled, though he really wasn't upset at all. "I think we have an entire box in one of our closets that's devoted to magazines that you guys have brought us with articles about Marinette and I in them."

Sarah snickered.

"I'm gonna do a dramatic reading of the best of the articles after you two go public and give it to you guys when you get married," Abbey told him, appearing around the corner with an armful of shimmery silver fabric. Adrien grinned at her and waved with his free hand. "Marinette said that you surprised her with crepes for breakfast this morning. That's very French of you."

Adrien laughed. "We are French," he pointed out. "And now I'm bringing her a treat before I go get dinner started. There's dough that needs to proof," he explained hastily when Sarah and Abbey looked too impressed. "It's not- we decided not to go fancy this year. Fancy meals make too many dishes."

"I suppose that would take away from the romance of the evening a bit," Sarah allowed. "Except it's you two that we're talking about, so I wouldn't be surprised if you could still make it ridiculously sweet somehow. It's, like, a superpower of yours." She grinned, mischief lighting up her smile. "Speaking of which- does your superhero-researching friend know about you guys yet?"

Adrien shook her head, enjoying the way Sarah's eyebrows shot up. "No, we haven't told her. We figured it would be funnier if we waited until we got back first," he explained at her exasperated expression. "And we didn't want to risk the news getting out early, either. The press in Paris won't care about me when we get back, unlike the people here."

"It will be funny. I wish I could be a fly on the wall when they find out, honestly." Abbey grinned at him. "They'll never trust the two of you unsupervised again. But I should let you get whatever that is to Marinette- we have a meeting in ten minutes, so you came just in time, really. She'll probably be in her cubicle."

"Thanks, guys!" Adrien headed past them, through the familiar rows of cubicles. He waved to a few of Marinette's other coworkers as he passed them, and then ducked into her cubicle. It took a minute for Marinette to notice that he was there, and that was only because of the tempting smell drifting out of the bakery bag.

"Hey, Adrien!" Marinette bounced up out of her seat to press a chaste kiss to the corner of his lips. "I didn't expect to see you here today! Are those treats I smell?"

"Mm-hmm. I got your favorite." Adrien fished out the almond crème-filled pan au chocolat and handed it over to her. "Last one in the bakery, too. I got there just in time."

"Oh, yum." Marinette took the treat and a napkin and bit into it with a blissful expression on her face. "Just what I needed. We just have a lot of meetings scheduled today, because the Spring runway collection needs to be really revamped so that it's actually cohesive. We have too many different ideas going on right now, so the Men's runway outfits look like they're from an entirely different fashion house than the Women's line and the kid's stuff as well."

Adrien gave her a hug, careful to dodge the powdered sugar from the pastry puffing off as Marinette bit into the flaky layers. "Good luck with your meetings. I'm sure it'll work out. And I should probably get home and get started on the pizza dough so it's all ready to load up once you get home."

Marinette perked up. "Oh, yeah! Pizza and video games and relaxing. I can't wait!" She polished off the last few bites of her treat and licked the sugar off of her fingers. "But I, uh, have a meeting-"

"Yeah, Abbey told me. I just wanted to get your treat to you." He reached down into the bag and pulled out Tikki's cookie, wrapped in a napkin. "And for Tikki, since I was there."

Marinette grinned, taking the cookie. Adrien heard a quiet cheer from inside of her bag. "Great! I'll make more cookies when I get home."

"A fresh batch or should I get some of the dough from the freezer thawing?" Adrien wanted to know.

"Fresh, though we probably won't bake all of it tonight. I'll bake a trayful and throw the rest in the fridge." Marinette turned back to her desk, gathering up some papers into a folder. "Then I can bake more tomorrow, when we aren't trying to make pizza at the same time and have a date."

There was another cheer from inside of the bag. Adrien muffled his laugh.

"Well, someone is happy about that," Adrien commented. His pressed a kiss to Marinette's forehead and then stepped back. "I'd better go, then. Have a good rest of the day at work."

She kissed him properly. "I will. And you remember how to not kill the yeast, right?"

"That only happened once, I swear. Once." Adrien resisted the urge to stick his tongue out at his girlfriend, instead contenting himself with a quick kiss pressed to her cheek. "See you later!"

Adrien was trying to wrestle the pizza dough into a vaguely circular shape of the right size and thickness when Marinette arrived home.

"Where do you need me?" Marinette called as she kicked off her shoes. "Do you need help with the pizza, or should I go straight for the cookies?

"I need the Queen of Breads to come win an argument with this dough for me," Adrien told her. "And I'll get some of the you-know-what ready."

Plagg appeared, suddenly awake. "Did I hear you say something about cheese?"

"I just fed you and no, you did not." Adrien pushed his kwami back out of the kitchen. "Can you ever not interrupt us making dinner? And don't you remember that it's Valentine's Day? It's gonna get sappy in here really fast."

Plagg gagged and zipped away.

Marinette laughed as she washed her hands in the sink and pulled out an apron. "You're so mean to him."

"He deserves it most of the time, really." Adrien handed her the rolling pin and went to go grab the mozzarella out of the fridge. "And he knows perfectly well that it's Valentine's Day and I don't necessarily want to have him hanging around like a nosy third wheel all of the time."

"Do you want me to go to the back room, too?" Tikki inquired, flitting around the corner. "I was planning to eventually, of course, I was just hoping to maybe have a warm cookie first."

Adrien grinned at Tikki. "You know we don't mind having you around. You actually know when we need to be alone."

Tikki giggled. "Plagg knows, too. He just likes to ignore that sometimes so he can play up the being a grumpy old sourpuss."

"Ah-hah. I knew it!"

With Marinette's help, it didn't take long for them to get their pizza loaded up and in the oven. She got started on the cookie dough and Adrien took the short break to warm up Plagg's little heat pad and bring it back to his kwami, who was napping on their dresser. Even asleep, it didn't take long for Plagg to register the heat and wake up long enough to flop face-first on the pad.

"You're welcome," Adrien said a bit sarcastically as he stripped out of his flour-covered clothes and pulled out his Ladybug jammies. He wiggled into them, making face at a loose thread that he found. It wasn't hard to find a pair of scissors to clip it- a side effect of living with someone who was heavily involved in the fiber arts, and Adrien really wanted Marinette to count all of her scissors when they packed up at the end of their time in London because there had to be at least half a dozen in their apartment- and then Adrien headed back out to help Marinette.

Well. "Help". He really wasn't contributing to the forward progress of cookie-making. In fact, he was rather hindering Marinette's progress.

"Oh, go set the table or something," Marinette said with a laugh, swatting him away from the cookie dough. "First I have Tikki trying to steal the dough, and then you do. Shoo, shoo."

Laughing, Adrien dodged the swat from the towel she was holding and darted out to the living room to set the table. He had gone for a few romantic notes, of course- there were the presents that he had picked up, and then the ruby red candles in the center of their table. Lacy placemats- paper, not actual lace- were set out across from each other, just for a touch of Valentine's, and napkins matching the candles added the final touch.

"Oh, that looks nice," Marinette said from the kitchen. "Festive, but not too upscale for a pajama date."

"I hope you know that I'm going to take you out for a ridiculously fancy dinner next year," Adrien told her, grinning. He had already started thinking ahead, to when they could be open about their relationship. "And there won't even be dishes to do afterwards. It'll be amazing."

"Woo-hoo! No dishes!"

With the table ready, Adrien headed back into the kitchen to start on the dishes before their date properly began. With the cookie mix made, Marinette covered the top of the bowl and stuck it back in the fridge to chill a little before baking, out of reach of both Adrien and Tikki.

"I'll go change," Marinette told Adrien, one hand brushing down his back. Adrien grinned when her hand wandered a bit far south, cheekily giving his rear a squeeze before darting back into their bedroom.

Oh, they were going to have the best cat-and-bug chases across the rooftops of Paris once they moved back. Nothing inappropriate in the public eye, of course- they were still superheroes and role models- but they could tease and chase and pounce and wrestle all they wanted.

It was going to be so. much. fun. and Adrien couldn't wait.

He had cleared most of their prep dishes when Marinette came back, dressed in her Chat Noir pajamas, a pair of fuzzy cat ears perched cheekily on her head. She grinned at his expression, hip-checking him as she reached for the dish towel and started drying.

"Where did you get those?" Adrien asked with a laugh. "And are they staying on all night?"

Marinette shrugged. "If they don't bug me, they'll stay on. And I got them at a costume shop. It was easy enough to find." She grinned. "And if you don't remove them first."

Adrien flicked the water off one hand and reached over to bat at one of the cat ears. "I like them. They're cute." He grinned. "Not as cute as the wearer, of course, but still adorable."

The blush he got from that was welcome. He liked making his Lady blush when he showered her with compliments, and it truly never got old.

Once the first round of dirty dishes was washed and put away, they headed out to their living room while they waited the pizza to cook. Marinette pulled up Mega Strike on her computer, setting it up on their side table and handing Adrien one of the controllers. They set up a two-on-two game against another pair online, and then plunged into battle together.

Their opponents never had a chance. Even in online robot format, Ladybug and Chat Noir were a force to be reckoned with. They got three battles in before the kitchen timer chimed and they had to set aside the controllers for a bit to eat.

"I wish there were difficulty levels online," Adrien commented as they headed for the kitchen. "I mean, the people we played weren't complete beginners or anything, but they weren't exactly a challenge."

"I think there's some way to find more advanced players to play against, if we go to the forums first. But then we'd have to find a pair that's actually online." Marinette shuffled the pizza from the pizza pan onto their largest cutting board. "Which can be difficult sometimes. I mean, the site has some way to filter out who isn't online at the moment, but when people keep their computers on and stay logged in, that messes with the program."

"Ah-hah."

Marinette cut up the pizza with a few deft strokes of their pizza cutter, and then they dug in. Adrien piled a couple slices of the gorgeously cheesy pizza on his plate and headed over to the table to set it down. While Marinette got her own slices, Adrien pulled out a pair of wine glasses and poured them each a glass of grape juice to go with their meal, since Marinette wasn't a huge fan of wine and really, neither was he.

And then they could really get their date started.

Perched at their table, eating cheesy pizza and vegetable salad in their pajamas, it was about as far as they could get from the previous year's fancy dinner, with their best dress-up outfits and their several side dishes and steak that wouldn't have been out of place at a restaurant.

But Adrien loved it. They didn't have to make everything fancy and go out of their way to dress up for their date to be romantic. They could be relaxed and as giggly as they wanted.

"Oh, you have some cheese trying to escape," Marinette said, interrupting herself mid-sentence to lean over and swipe the cheese off of the corner of his mouth. She popped the bit of cheese in her mouth, then glanced back over at him. "Oh, wait, you still have a bit of sauce-"

She leaned over to kiss the sauce off at the same time Adrien stuck his tongue out to try to lick his lips cleaned. They broke down in giggles when Adrien accidentally licked Marinette's lips instead.

"Here I was trying to be romantic, and instead you licked me," Marinette complained, but she was giggling. "Fail."

"To be fair, I wasn't expecting you right there." Adrien grinned over at her. "But I have to say, pizza sauce tastes very good on your lips."

"Oh, just eat your pizza."

When he got up to get another slice of pizza, Adrien was amused to see that the pizza still had all of the cheese on it, which must have been a first for them. Clearly Plagg had been squicked out enough by the idea of seeing him and Marinette be all romantic and gooey together that he had decided to actually stay away from his favorite food for once.

"Okay, the plates can probably wait until later," Marinette said once they had both finished both pizza and juice. "I have something for you."

Adrien grinned. "What a coincidence, I have something for you as well!"

Marinette scampered to their bedroom, while Adrien recovered her presents for her from the very top shelf of their large closet in the hallway. He stashed them under the table for the time being, knowing full well what Marinette's response would be when she saw the bulky package.

"Ta-da!" Marinette announced, returning with a slim, rectangular package. She handed it to him. "For you, kitty-cat."

Adrien took the present and pulled off the wrapping, revealing a book. It was from a series that he had wanted to read, but had never been able to find in stores when he was in Paris. He opened it with a grin, flipping through the first few pages. "I've been wanting to read this! Thanks, Mari!"

Marinette grinned, pleased. "Plagg said you would like it."

"He does make himself useful every once in a while." Adrien set the book down to grab his gifts for Marinette, putting the smaller one to the side to hand over the large one first. "For you, my Lady."

Marinette gave Adrien a fondly exasperated look as she accepted the larger package. "Kitty, this is too much-"

"You haven't even seen what it is yet!" Adrien protested with a laugh. "At least wait to open the box."

"It's big, and that's enough to tell me that it's too much." Still, Marinette tore open the wrapping paper and pulled out the box inside. With one last wary look at the still-grinning Adrien, she pulled off the tape and opened the box.

And then Adrien was pleased to see a grin spread across her face.

"It's so cute!" Marinette squealed, pulling the ladybug pillow out from its bed of tissue paper and hugging it to her chest. "It'll go with my cat pillow."

"Are you referring to me, or to an actual pillow?" Adrien teased. "Because if you're referring to me, I've already found my match." He leaned over to press a warm kiss to her forehead. "I already have my Ladybug."

"I'm talking about an actual pillow, silly. I had to leave it at home in Paris because it was too big to bring over." Marinette giggled. "And it would be a bit too big for our bed, I think. It's already a bit cramped with the two of us as it is. We'll have to get a bigger bed when we move back to Paris."

Adrien couldn't argue there. With too many extra blankets and pillows, they would get crowded out of their own bed. A bigger bed, piled with blankets and pillows of all shapes and sizes, would be the perfect place to sprawl and nap. "Is it cute?"

"It's a cat. Of course it is." She giggled at his expression. "But not as cute as you."

"I'm handsome, thank-you-very-much. Hardly cute." Adrien brushed his hair back, preening like the model he was. Even in pajamas, he knew his best angles. "One handsome cat."

Marinette just sighed at him, rolling her eyes affectionately. "Uh-huh. Whatever you say, Mr. Cutest Cat."

"Mr. Handsome-est Cat says that you need to open his other present for you." Adrien leaned over, grabbing the much smaller package off of the floor and placing it in front of Marinette. "Purr-ty please?"

"Why do I have a feeling that I know what this is?" Marinette didn't hesitate to pick this present up and tear off the paper. It didn't take long for her to reveal the bird-shaped candle inside. She laughed as she pulled it out. "Oh, kitty. How long are you going to keep doing this?"

Adrien grinned. "Until it's not funny anymore. And it's going to be funny for quite a while, I think."

"At least it's not rats," Marinette muttered under her breath, and Adrien tried not to laugh. "Most of the time, at least."

"I'll keep the rats to Halloween-time, I promise," Adrien said with a bit of a laugh. "They're not as cute, and it's hard to find anything shaped like a rat for most of the year."

"And thank goodness for that."

Adrien did his best not to snicker at that.

With presents open, Marinette popped back into the kitchen briefly to scoop out some cookie dough to bake and then they went back to their video games while they waited for the cookies to be ready. This time, they got a tougher team of opponents to fight, and so the battles took longer.

"Nice job!" Adrien said with a laugh once they once again emerged victorious, exchanging a fist bump with Marinette and then kissing her. "Ladybug and Chat Noir save the day!"

Marinette laughed at that. "And we're even using the Ladybug and Chat Noir bots. How fitting."

"I liked the catbug that we used against Gamer the most." He had hoped that Megastrike would create a similar bot in their game after that, but they hadn't. He wasn't sure if it was because they hadn't heard about it- they must have, there were dozens of Megastrike fans in Paris who had been thrilled with the security camera footage of the fight from the stadium and who had messaged the company, exclaiming over the Ladybug and Chat Noir combo bot- or if they were worried that there was some sort of copyright claim that the superheroes had over the design, or if it was something else entirely. Maybe the Catbug was too overpowered.

He would have thought that they would have at least considered trying a partners game where, like with him and Ladybug, one person controlled the movements and the other controlled the attacks. Maybe they had, but there weren't enough people who could work together on the same wavelength as well as he and Marinette could.

The timer went off, and Marinette scurried into the kitchen to pull the cookies out of the oven. Adrien followed her, but just to put away the leftover pizza for another meal.

"Now these have to cool," Marinette reminded him before Adrien could reach for any of the piping hot cookies. "And then we can eat far too many of them."

"We're going to have to go out on a run soon," Adrien said with a laugh, eying the gorgeous way the molten chocolate glistened under the kitchen lights. "It'll be worth it, really, but we will."

Marinette groaned. "A run out in the slush. That's no fun."

"Or maybe we can get in to some of the group fitness classes on campus. I'll look into what they have there when I go by the gym next."

"Ooh, that could be fun."

Once the cookies had cooled enough that they could eat them, Marinette piled them onto a tray and they headed back out into the living room.

Their next battle went a little bumpier- as it turned out, it was difficult to effectively work the controllers while eating the delicious cookies. But then Marinette put her cookie between her lips to free her hands and her adorably determined face slid into place, and within a minute, their opponents had been flattened.

"You get scary when you're not winning," Adrien said with a laugh. "Scary determined. The poor suckers never stood a chance."

Marinette giggled as she set her controller aside to retrieve her cookie and eat it properly. "It's the same thing that always happened when we got into a tight spot when fighting akumas. I just get hyperfocused and it seems like everything slows down, enough that I can plan out all of my attacks and see what needs to be done."

"Remind me to never get on your wrong side."

An hour and a half later, they were pleasantly stuffed with cookies and they had defeated several more opponents online. It was getting later, though, and they had school and work the next day, so they decided to call an end to the games for the night.

While Marinette turned her computer off, Adrien headed into the back bedroom. Both kwamis were snoozing on the dresser, curled up together on Plagg's heat pad. Tikki stirred when the light turned on, head lifting up and sleepy blue eyes peering around. She blinked twice when she spotted Adrien, and then gave him a look of understanding and zipped out of the room, heading to the more permanent kwami bed set up in the living room. Plagg stayed stubbornly asleep.

Sighing, Adrien poked his kwami. A sleepy green eye glared up at him.

"What?"

"Marinette and I are going to bed," Adrien informed his kwami. "So, unless you want to be here when she comes in-"

Plagg bolted up, suddenly awake, and phased through the wall in a black and green blur in his rush to leave the room. Adrien laughed, then headed over to their bed to straighten the sheets- not that they would stay straight for long, of course, but it was nice to make the bed look nice for a short while, at least- before heading into the bathroom to quickly wash up.

After all, Adrien had a sneaking suspicion that he might be too tired to wash up later on.

#Miraculous Ladybug #My writing #How to Fake a Marriage #Adrien Agreste #Marinette Dupain-Cheng

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