✿ My Valentine’s Day plans: Work on writing, finally play the new DLC, and try to forget that no one is going to give me any chocolate. But in the meantime… Some holiday-appropriate headcanons!
Makes this day all about you, and sticks to pretty traditional date locations.
The Zoo, the Aquarium - y’know. The kind of “first date” locations a teenager would take his first datemate too. The sort of stuff you’d find in a game like Tokimeki Memorial or Love Plus.
…You have a sneaking suspicion that Yoosung might have gotten his dating ideas from a romance game.
Oh well. it’s cute.
He’s kind of modest with his gifts - y’know, heart shaped box of chocolate, plush teddy bear, a bouquet of very tasteful flowers - but you can tell it’s because he didn’t want to overwhelm you.
At first, he’s super anxious about how you’re enjoying the day, but he starts relaxing around lunchtime and getting into the day.
You get to act a bit like a kid again. Getting excited about things, pointing out animals… Yoosung even stops to get you a a balloon shaped like a tiger.
Valentine’s Day with Yoosung is pure. Refreshing. Comforting, in a way the holiday often… isn’t.
HOW LONG HAS THIS MAN BEEN WAITING FOR VALENTINES DAY?
Zen shows up at your door at eight AM with the biggest teddy bear you’ve ever seen, a huge, hulking bag full of chocolates, and so many flowers that you think he actually purchased an entire boutique.
Before you can really process all of these gifts, he’s presenting you tickets to a musical he got for you and the news that you’ve got a fancy dinner reservation and he got you a new dress for the occasion, do you want to try it on?
you are basically steamrolled by this excited puppy.
Keeping up with Zen is nightmarish, because he wants to do everything and make your Valentine’s Day as memorable as possible. When he notices that he’s tired you out, though…
He stops and gives you a piggy-back ride to the next place on your list.
Super shy and insecure about pleasing you on Valentine’s Day, but surprisingly enough, she’s a total natural at it.
She hand-makes you chocolates, surprises you with a cake, and the two of you go to a botanical garden afterwards to enjoy the flowers.
Jaehee is very interested in all the scientific facts about the plants, and the both of you point out your favorite flowers and smile.
She takes pictures of you, you take pictures of her, and the both of you get all cute and giggly.
Afterwards, you go rest at a coffeeshop, and Jaehee takes the cutest sounds as she talks to you about the new blend of coffee she wants to try.
You reach out, wiping away a little dollop of whipped cream that’s gotten on her nose… and you know what it’s like to be at peace.
Surprises you by taking the day off, and - furthermore - by not taking you to a fancy restaurant on your date.
Jumin takes you to a carnival.
It seems he’s taken it to heart, that he can’t just drown you in money to make happy memories, so he wants to do something that the “commoners” do with you.
…Seeing a corporate CEO on a rollercoaster is hilarious, but even more hilarious is seeing him desperately trying to win you things from all of the carnival games.
His aim is pretty bad, his reflexes are slow… but there’s nothing sweeter than his determined expression as he tries to win you a cat plush from the whack-a-mole stand.
You teach him about cotton candy, dippin’ dots, and other festival food. You go to cheap souvenir shops together, and you see Jumin stop in front of one of the stands selling mainly aluminum jewelry.
More specifically, though… it’s those lockets that come in pairs, the ones that are various shapes broken down the middle so they form a pair with their other half.
Jumin is fascinated, and even though they’re cheap, mass-manufactured goods, he gets a key-chain to share with you so he can have you in his thoughts always.
While Seven spends the week leading up to the “big day” making fun of consumerism, he does actually relish the idea of spending Valentine’s Day with you, and he surprises you by actually preparing something beforehand.
That something is, interestingly enough, delivered in the form of a specially made robot that wakes you up with recitations of love poetry and them vomits paper hearts and glitter on you.
You spend the morning chasing Seven around for getting glitter all over your pajamas, where you then realize that he’s decorated your entire apartment with hearts, cupids, and red and white streamers.
He’s also bought a cake, a huge mountain of soda… and a pizza that he’s cut in the shape of a heart. It’s enough food that you’re certain you won’t have to leave the house the entire day, and it’s then that you see the absolute mass of boxes he’s piled up by the TV.
Video game boxes. Saeyoung’s great plans for the day is a video game date where you eat terrible food and play cooperative games.
…Honestly, the thought of avoiding all the other crowded, couple filled places is great, and you can’t help but admire how he prepared all this without letting you know at all.
You know that au where uhura becomes a captain? (That there should be more fics on). Well t'pring would totally be that overly proud partner that throws a party and gets presents cause she’s so happy for nyota but she can’t just smile about it and say any emotional compliments so she over compensates and like fills their room to the brim with tons of balloons (in animal shapes because she thinks that’s what’s expected) and calls stfarfleet privately and immediately orders them to assign t'pring with uhura’s new ship Or Else.
Requests: “Pls do a protective/ jealous Stefan imagine. Could be smut idc but jealous is so cute!!!” (Credits to gif owners! I also kept this as fluff because fluffy and jealous Stefan seems cuter.)
Valentine’s Day was a huge deal in Mystic Falls High. Kids from your classes got to buy candy grams and to pass balloons out for their friends. So far you’d gotten a few from guys you didn’t know, balloons, teddy bears to chocolates in a box.
You were excited to see Stefan, you didn’t get to his locker yet but you were going to give him a candy gram and a heart shaped balloon that you blew up yourself in the school store.
“My cat steals underwear and I come home to find you chasing my cat to get your underwear back.”
“I was imitating a fight scene off this anime I watched and accidentally hit you in the face.”
“This horrible umbrella won’t extend! Oh shit I just hit you in the stomach/crotch! I’m so sorry.”
“I needed a drink of water after my shower but I forgot that I opened the blinds to my balcony and you just saw me walk into my kitchen naked.”
“I just tripped and fell face first into your crotch, god end my life now please.”
“I drunkenly tried to fight you and knocked myself out but you were kind enough to take care of me till I woke up.”
“You have just witnessed me cry over the ending to my favorite game before class began please don’t ever tell anyone about this.”
“I thought you were my friend so I slapped your ass in greeting.”
“I sent a selfie of myself in the tub to the wrong number and you responded back with another selfie. Holy shit you’re really attractive.”
“You’re headphones aren’t plugged in all the way so I know you’re listening to educational children’s cartoon theme songs.”
“You just caught me reading hardcore smut fan fiction during class and you’re wondering how I can read this with a blank face.”
“You accidently broke my arm when you fell from a tree and landed on top of me.”
“I got my ass handed to me in SSB4 by this little kid and you were there to witness it.”
“I’ve never talked to you before but the teacher just used us as an example for a scenario where we are married.”
“Hello we are full grown adults fighting over this last balloon that’s shaped like a cats head.”
“I’m running late to school and you just hit me with your motorcycle cause you’re also late and no I don’t want to go to the hospital instead because I cannot miss this test just please give me a ride instead?”
“Please don’t tell anyone that I carry a stuffed animal around with me and even talk to it.”
“Hello I’m your boss and you’re the new employee who just saw me shove an entire cupcake into my mouth.”
“I’m watching The Lion King on my phone and I’m trying to hide the fact I’m sobbing uncontrollably but you notice anyway.”
“I was trying to ask for directions and you accidentally pepper sprayed me cause you thought I was your stalker.”
“Hey you called this number at like 3AM and we talked about some pretty heavy shit do you remember any of that?”
Marinette Dupain-Cheng has been in love with Adrien Agreste for a year and five months. She has also been Ladybug for that long, and has learned courage in the strangest of places.
So when the second Valentine’s day of their acquaintance draws near, Marinette is sure and determined that this year she’s going to do it.
Alya is nothing if not encouraging. She’s the one who comes up with the treasure hunt idea, when Marinette says she wants her confession to be private, but has no way of getting Adrien where she wants without setting off the rabid fangirls by being seen pulling him away. She even recruited Nino to the game, having him plant clues in his friend’s bag and fencing equipment and even his pocket. Each note was written as a poem; in the same fashion as the one last year that imitated his own.
Adrien had seemed flushed, and excited, eagerly reading each piece of paper like it was a real treasure map, exclaiming when he found another one, and hoarding them jealously. It made Marinette flush happily, to see him so into the game. It gave her hope that he’d, perhaps, like the game’s originator too. At one point, he gave a knowing smile that had gone straight to her chest like a warm, caffeinated arrow, sending her heart into overdrive. ‘She’s so creative,’ he had sighed, folding the paper carefully. Marinette had also noticed that he was keeping each and every one of the clues, and Nino had reported in an SMS to Alya that the signs were good; real good. Nino suspected that Adrien knew who the sender was, and was anything but reluctant.
The final note took him to the music and ballet room in their school. There was a large piano, lid raised invitingly, a gilded stand mirror and long, polished wooden floors. It was one of Marinette’s favourite rooms to escape to if it was empty. The large bay windows let in light throughout the day, so that she could sketch quietly, imagining that music was being played behind her - usually, imagining Adrien was playing it. It was a little bit indulgent to tell him here, but in truth, it was also convenient. Very few students in school took music and ballet, and Marinette had easily memorised the schedule in which the room was available. The setting was beautiful, and, conveniently, empty when she needed it after Adrien’s fencing lesson, so it was a natural choice.
She waited, almost holding her breath, hidden the deep doorway of the adjacent art room. The school attendants had already switched the electric light on this floor off, so she was positive that he couldn’t see her. Once he was inside the room, she’d sneak to the doorway and walk in as soon as he read the final note. It was identical to the one she’d sent last year; except for one tiny detail. Tikki almost vibrating in her pocket with excitement, her kwami nearly as eager as her to see her happy.
When Adrien rounded the corner, her last note in his hands, Marinette almost squeaked, ducking into doorway and covering her mouth, Tikki pressing down on her hands to help. Adrien was using his phone’s flashlight, and even in the harsh white light, Marinette could clearly see his flushed cheeks and shining eyes. Adrien really looked like he wanted to meet her … oh, her heart was beating so fast!
He arrived at the door and paused. Marinette peered out of her hiding place, watching as he took three deep breaths, put his hand on the handle, hesitated and then pushed in. Light from the room flooded the corridor, and Marinette ducked backwards, counted to ten, then tiptoed to the door.
She’d made the location of the last letter, on the keyboard of piano, obvious by tying a red heart-shaped balloon to the score stand right above it. Adrien made an eager beeline towards it, as fast as he could without flat out running, but still paused to look around the room - presumably to see if the writer was there. Holding in a giggle at how cutely eager he was, Marinette barely dared to breathe.
The envelope made a neat rip as he opened it, so, so carefully. His eyes ran over the text and he flushed deeper, a laugh escaping and a smile splitting his face.
‘“… my heart belongs to you”’! Oh, it’s her!’ He said to himself excitedly, ‘it’s the same poem, it’s got to be … Marinette?’
Everything about the girl outside froze. The only difference between this poem and the one from last year was that she’d signed it. And Adrien’s excited, vibrant form had shifted into confusion.
‘No,’ he said, and now Marinette’s pattering heart felt heavier. Because there was stark, naked disappointment there, unmistakable in the brightly lit room as his eyebrows rose and fell to convey dismay and displeasure. ‘What? No, this was supposed to be Ladybug…’
He sounded almost like was about to cry. He certainly sounded severely disappointed. The flush from his cheeks was all but gone, the shine in his eyes dulling to make way for a different sort of shine as he blinked tears away.
Oh. Ladybug had put that smile and flush on his face. Marinette had only taken it away. Oh.
Adrien didn’t notice the flip of a pair of pigtails, or the very light patter of ballerina shoes as they raced down the darkened corridor beyond the picturesque, well-lit room. Plagg did, though, and looked after them with a very heavy heart.
His poor kitten didn’t even know what he’d done. Plagg sighed sadly; it was going to be one of those cycles, then.
You all thought these concepts were only going to be fluffy and happy?
I felt like doing a “what’s in my bag” post, so here it is :)) This is just the stuff I normally bring on Thursdays. The first pic is the stuff in the front pocket, my wallet, mints, lighter, usb, house key, receipts, $2.30, a spinny thing that my little brother made me, and the lid to a watercolour brush. The second photo is proper school stuff, my design assessment instructions, chemistry workbook, calculus and chemistry books, and normally the ionic table and solubility chart are in my chem book. The third pic is obviously just my stationery, pencil case, my only pencil, ¾ of a yard stick, scissors and gluestick, calculator, and a measuring tape that’s in there for Wednesdays. The fourth pic is stuff that isn’t really school related, my bullet journal, an easter egg from my tutor teacher, pile of rubbish paper, umbrella (for that sick cyclone we had yesterday!) and then my “party pouch” which has stuff that I feel I might need one day.
A/N: Omg guys it’s finally here, the last chapter of Smooth! Ahhhhh I’m sorry it took so long. I needed a little break to try to make this last chapter gooood. I hope you guys like it. I’m actually like rlly sad that it’s over ;-; mehh
PS OMG ALSO THANKS FOR 5K!!! 🎉You guys are the best 💕
On a warm and sunny Saturday afternoon in late May, the boys taking El to McDonalds and, as they’re ordering their meals, Mike notices El staring at the play place with interest and a little confusion in her soft brown eyes. He realizes, all at once and with a sinking feeling, that crawling around in those plastic tubes and jumping into the ball pit are things that she never got to do as a child. He figures that, at that point, they’re too old to be allowed inside the play place, so he doesn’t mention anything. Yet, as Mike digs into his chicken nuggets, his brain is working a mile a minute, thinking about exactly how he can recreate such a quintessential childhood experience for El. Looking up from her hamburger, drawing her eyes away from the brightly coloured pool of balls in the other room, El asks Mike if everything is alright. He smiles at her and nods reassuringly.
The solution hits him as he’s falling asleep that night and he practically leaps out of bed and bounds down to the kitchen, where his mother is still preparing lunches for the next day. With haste, he explains his plan and his reasoning and begs her for both permission and help; though it doesn’t take much to convince Karen. She absolutely adores El and is more than happy to help bring Mike’s plan to life.
A month later, on a warm and sunny Saturday afternoon in late June, Mike Wheeler turns fourteen years old. He had been planning to invite his friends over for pizza and a Star Wars themed sleepover, but as he answers the door for El, his stomach flips with excitement and he knows that this will be a hundred times better. Mike, blushing, takes the pink and polka-dotted gift bag she offers him and places it with the rest in the living room (the guys have already arrived and are waiting impatiently for El outside).
Mike thanks her and asks her to close her eyes, informing El that he has a surprise for her. She looks at him sideways, her brow wrinkled in confusion. “But Mike,” El says, “It’s your birthday. You should get the surprises.”
“Please, El?” Mike is almost whining and El can’t help but to grin, wondering what this surprise could possibly be. She closes her eyes, covering them with one hand for good measure. Mike takes her other hand in his, intertwining their fingers and leading her carefully through the house, glad that she trusts him enough to let him do so.
“Ready?” he whispers as they reach the back door. El nods her agreement and hears the sliding door open, feels a wave of warm air hit her body as Mike leads her out into the backyard. “Okay,” Mike says, “You can open your eyes.”
El’s eyes flutter open and her lips part into a gasp as she takes in the scene laid out on the Wheeler’s perfectly kept green lawn. There’s something that looks oddly like a pool a few feet off from where they stand. Except instead of water it’s filled with those brightly coloured balls that El instantly remembers from that day at McDonalds. A little further off is a large, almost balloon-like structure shaped like a castle swaying calmly on the grass. Dustin, Lucas, and Will stand, without shoes, by the castle, also swaying—though impatiently.
Holding back tears, El turns to Mike and purses her lips. She’s unsure what to say; if there’s a word that means more than thank you. Instantly, she opens her arms and wraps them around Mike’s shoulders. He tenses for a fraction of a moment, before relaxing into the hug and shyly pressing his lips to the top of her curls, hoping the guys aren’t paying enough attention to them to have noticed.
“Come on,” Mike laughs, “What do you want to try first? The bouncy castle or the ball pit?”
The remainder of the afternoon is spent full of smiles and laughter; pepperoni pizza, and ice cream birthday cake.
The wind rushed into the room as he set the items in place, hoping you wouldn’t wake up mid-surprise to a half finished event. He had woken up early to prepare everything for you, hoping you would love the surprise with all your heart.
He watched as you turned to your side, your hair falling over your face delicately. With a smile, he set down whatever he had been holding and walked over to you, moving your hair out of your face as he planted a kiss on your forehead. “Damn I adore you so much,” he’d whisper to himself.
Seungcheol: Seungcheol would be the cliche movie man. He’d have a platter of food in the kitchen that he actually made like wow man, he’d have a bath running, full of flower petals and it would be very fragrant. And when he woke you up, he’d have the sweetest smile “Happy Valentine’s day my love.” After eating breakfast in bed, he’d bring you to the bath and let you have some alone time to hopefully gush about what he was doing for you to your friends, yes he set up a phone in there. And after the bath, you’d come out in a robe, and he’d be sitting in a heart made of flower petals serenading you with ‘your song’.
Jeonghan: Jeonghan would be the type to be too lazy to do anything too extravagant, but he would still try. You’d wake up to a coy Jeonghan who confidently says he didn’t do much, but when you look around the room, you’d see it filled with heart shaped photos of your previous dates. And the tv would suddenly turn on and a video would pop up and it would be edited clips of you guys laughing and having fun, and at the end of the video, there would be a photo from your first date, and a text would come rolling in “I, Yoon Jeonghan, will forever love you, no matter how much you annoy me. Happy Valentines day (Y/n)!”
Joshua: Joshua would be the type to go all out while keeping it simple. He’d have bears, he’d have chocolates, he’d have roses, ya know the typical Valentines day stuff Anyway, you’d wake up to the sound of his guitar playing from somewhere in the house. You’d run out into your living room/dining room and see a feast on the table, you’d see the note that told you to sit and eat as things got prepared, but being the sneaky person you were, you ran around the apartment, looking for Joshua but to your dismay he wasn’t there. “Hi (Y/n)!” He’d greet from the screen cutely, “If you didn’t do what I told you to do, you would see that I am not in the house right now, but please don’t be alarmed, just go look out on the balcony and you’ll see where I am.” You’d rush to the nearest balcony, swinging the door open to look out and see Joshua up on the hill behind your apartment complex. He’d be surrounded by bouquets and bouquets of roses that spelled out “I LUV U”, waving to you, you’d smile cheekily before running to your front door and rushing down to him.
Jun: Jun would do the most normal thing out of all the members while also being romantic. He’d buy a crap ton of heart shaped balloons and throw them around the the room, filling them until you couldn’t see your ceiling or floor. Each balloon on the floor would have a little note stuck inside of it, and in order to read it, you’d have to pop it open. And the balloons floating above your head would have a little gift along with a note, in fact when you woke up, you were hit in the head with a teddy bear. After going through all the balloons, you’d open the door to your room to see him in the kitchen cooking breakfast in an apron. “Good morning (Y/n), happy valentines day.” he’d give you a playful wink as he set down the pan and sauntered over to you, giving you a chaste kiss.
Hoshi: Hoshi would practically fill your apartment with stuffed bears. Starting from small to big, you would wake up to a small stuffed bear the size of your face stuffed in your arms and you would squeeze it bc it told you to, “Good morning darling, I hope you had a nice sleep.” And when you sat up, you would see another pillow sized stuffed bear sitting on your desk with a box of chocolates and a note. “I hope for our love to be as sweet as these chocolates. P.S. I made them so I hope they taste good <3” And each bear you encountered as you followed the flower petal arrows would give you a gift and a heartfelt note until you were led back to your bedroom where he would be waiting in a bear onesie with a bouquet of roses.
Wonwoo: Wonwoo’s would be simple but special, something so simple you could predict what was going to happen. You’d wake up in his arms, his husky voice the first thing you hear. “Good morning, I hope you slept well.” You’d be blindfolded as soon as he saw you were awake. He’d carry you over to what you thought was your dinner table, and he would feed you the delicious foods he had made earlier that morning oh how much ingredients he wasted rip and after breakfast, he’d lead you to the bathroom where he’d take off the blind fold and let you wash up in the warm bath that he had prepared. And when you were done, you’d get out and follow the trail of thornless roses. When you got to him, he’d have the biggest smile on his face as he saw you were smiling and he’d forget everything he had planned and just hugged you. “Happy Valentines day (Y/n), I really, really, really love you.”
Woozi: Woozi would do something that he knew he could do. And what can he do you ask? He can make you a song. Woozi would be in his studio, making a song describing your relationship and how he felt when he saw you. On Valentine’s day, he would present it to you in an old fashioned way, a cassette tape tied to three balloons. You would wake up to the gentle hands that belonged to Jihoon and rise slowly, unaware of what he was doing. And once you became aware, everything seemed to fall in place, a balloon floated your way with a cassette tape and you would look up to Jihoon who was now standing in the doorway. “Come on, you gotta find the cassette player to listen to it.” Your morning would be filled with a treasure hunt to find the cassette player, determined to listen to what was on it -of course you knew it had to do with music, but nonetheless, you wanted to listen to it, and feel the effort and heart that Jihoon poured into it. When you finally found it and ended the treasure hunt, you’d sit down in the living room and place it on your coffee table to play as you sat on the couch and cuddled with him. “I love you (Y/n)” he would say as the song finished.
Seokmin: Seokmin would be normal on Valentine’s day. He would wake you up with his smile that could compete with the sun and give you a giant hug. The day would be filled with tons of skinship, every chance he’d get, he’d be hugging you or giving you sweet pecks on the cheek. He’d have individual pieces of chocolate in his pocket that he’d bring out at random times in the morning and he’d literally stuff it in your mouth. And when you’re least expecting it, he’d bring out a giant bundle of balloons that each have a rose tied to them and he’d walk around the house with them and each hour at the same time, he’d give you one along with a peck on the cheek.
Mingyu: Mingyu would wake up hella early to cook you food. Knowing that food is something that you both love a lot, that’s what he did, he woke up at the ass crack of dawn to make a whole bunch of your favorite dishes. He’d even go as far to make his own assorted chocolates and chocolate strawberries. When it was time for the big reveal, you’d wake up to the smell of nice ass foods and dishes that he had made and run out to your kitchen/dining room only to be blocked by Mingyu. Knowing you’d wake up to the smell of food sooner or later, he stood in front of your bedroom door, blocking it with all his might and gifts that he didn’t make in his hands. He had went out and bought a large bouquet of your favorite flowers, along with some roses and a medium sized teddy bear. “Good morning, I know you love my food but hear me out first okay sweets?”
Minghao: Minghao’s wake up surprise would be a thing you’ve never seen before. You’d wake up on the living room couch with a tray of food before your eyes, and there would be a note telling you to eat up and stay in the living room. And you wouldn’t notice it at first, but the Tv would be on, and it would be playing this sweet song that COUgh he wrote himself couGH and you’d hum along to the melody after realizing it was playing. And all of a sudden the song would stop and a video would play, “Good morning (Y/n)! If you are still in the living room, I want you to get up and walk to the kitchen and open the oven, there’s some stuff in there.” And when you did as asked, you’d see that there was a cake-along with a note and a stuffed cat. You’d feel him embrace you from behind, and he just wraps his arms around your waist and rests his head on your shoulder. “Happy valentines day my love”
Seungkwan: Seungkwan would do THE most for you. He would plan for his morning surprise like two months ahead just to make sure he had everything he needed and that everything would go as planned. You’d wake up to his soft singing voice, a song that he had made himself would flow to your ears as he played the instrumental. You’d open your eyes to see him sitting at the end of your bed with a giant stuffed bear and he’d have the purest smile on his face as he saw you beam. “Happy Valentines day,” he greet. And you’d think that this is it, but no, he has more. Seungkwan would bring you out to a living room full of photos with notes and small gifts. “I love you so much, and no matter what I won’t forget about you, not today, not tomorrow, not ever.” And after getting ready, he’d take you out for breakfast.
Vernon: Vernon’s would be very pure. Like this extremely pure being, everything he’d prepare for you would be pure, sweet and heartfelt. Everytime he went to buy, or taste, or look for things for this special day, he would try to remember what you like and if it would suit your taste. The whole day, he is worrying whether or not you would like the things you’re doing for him, or even if it’s enough. You would wake up to shy kisses on your cheeks and lips, the first thing you see when you open your eyes would be Vernon’s eyes. He would kiss you on the lips as soon as you make eye contact and pull away from you all shy before pulling you from your bed and bringng you out into the living room. The ceiling is filled with balloons that have photos of your dates hung upon them, and couch is scattered with handmade chocolates and oragami notes. “I hope you like it,” he’s say timidly as he walked up to you and kissed the top of your forehead. “Happy Valentine’s day.”
Dino: Dino’s would be a very new approach to things. He is a newbie to life, and a newbie to long-term love. He would get you the regular teddy bear from the store and he would set it on your computer chair. He’d set up notes around your house, telling you which way to go, and nice little things he had thought but never told you. “I know I don’t say it a lot, but I appreciate that you’re here with me on this journey of life as we start our careers and experience new things as adults. Happy Valentines day love.” And he’d pop out from behind the couch with those little confetti poppers and scare you, pulling you into a back hug as he kissed your cheek.
This was supposed to be a short little ficlet but it turned into an almost 6k mess, so I hope you enjoy it, Charlie! (also on ao3!)
Derek had never celebrated an anniversary before. At least, not an anniversary for a romantic relationship.
In the past, he had never had the opportunity nor the necessity to. But now that he was dating Stiles, and had been for exactly a year now, he finally did.
Precisely a decade ago, way back in high school, he had only ever dated one person seriously and that had been Paige. Despite the fact that they had been together for several months, they had never celebrated an anniversary.
They had been too busy making out behind the bleachers and passing love notes and secretive looks in class, too preoccupied with being stupid teenagers to worry about anniversaries. Not when they could be focused on thinking about the next time they could slip away to some vacant broom closet or the backseat of a friend’s car.
And then Derek had made one of the worst, most disastrous decisions of his life, getting the idea in his head that things would be so much better if his girlfriend was a werewolf like him. Poor Paige had ended up dead, buried in the middle of the woods away from her family and friends in an unmarked grave by the Nemeton.
The only anniversary present she ever got from him was a funeral bouquet.
He had no anniversary to speak of with Kate. They had never even really been dating in the first place. It had taken him a long time, years, as a matter of fact, to finally realize that.
She had just been using. A much older woman seducing a vulnerable, naive teenager, manipulating him with sex for her own gains.
Unfortunately, it was only after the fire and years of intensive therapy that he realized she was nothing more than a monster.
It was almost the exact same situation with Jennifer, or rather Julia or whatever the hell her real name was. All she had done was use him for her own nefarious purposes, using a bit of dark magic to help her turn him into a pawn.
Luckily, he had come to terms with the fact that she too was nothing more than some kind of heartless monster. He wasn’t sure if it hurt more or less that time.
But it was different with Stiles. They were dating. Really dating. And it was wonderful. He didn’t think he had ever been happier.
After the frankly terrifying ordeal with the Nogitsune, the whole debacle nearly costing Stiles his life, Derek had finally mustered up enough courage and gall to act on his feelings for the beautiful, brave, infuriating boy. Steeling his nerves with a deep breath, Derek had thrown caution to the wind and strode right up to Stiles, carefully grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and kissing the daylights out of him.
Looking back, Derek had to admit that his timing had been absolutely terrible considering the fact that they had been in the middle of a crowded hospital room, right in front of the Sheriff and the rest of the pack. Admittedly, he hadn’t thought much about that, too busy making sure that Stiles knew how much he cared about him.
And if that meant that they shared their first kiss in front of all of their loved ones then so be it. He certainly didn’t regret it. Especially since shortly thereafter they had begun officially dating.
With turnabout being fair play, a few days after their first kiss, Stiles had strolled up to him in the middle of an important pack meeting to grab him by the lapels and tug him into a deep kiss. The chorus of raucous wolf whistles and fake gagging from the pack that greeted their kiss did absolutely nothing to detract from how meaningful and amazing it was.
Pulling back from the kiss, his big brown eyes still closed as he licked his lips, Stiles whispered a soft request, inquiring if Derek would like to go out to dinner with him sometime, maybe that upcoming Saturday. Derek had eagerly, suggesting one of the local Mom and Pop diners that he knew Stiles loved, drinking in the smile on Stiles’ gorgeous face with a beaming grin of his own when he said yes.
And now, exactly a year into their relationship, Derek was busy making preparations for what was both his and Stiles’ first anniversary and the first anniversary he had ever gotten to celebrate.
The first time Jamie and Claire held their daughter, they knew she would be their last. Not because the delivery was difficult, which it was, or because they opposed larger families, which they didn’t, but because they couldn’t imagine needing anything more than this seven-pound bundle of themselves. Who could contend with the spot on the top of her skull, the feeling of its putty-like softness beneath their fingertips? Or the sprout of lash, red-gold wings taking flight from the left side of her left eye? No. There was no room for a second child, or a third—barely enough to contain Brianna herself. (It was true, they soon realized, that it was possible to feel too much. That the physical ache of loving was not a lie fabricated by romance novelists.)
What shocked them more than their immediate certainty were these minute details, these things that were singularly, extraordinarily her. Despite their initial impressions, Brianna was not just a combination of Jamie and Claire’s genes (an uneven distribution; she favored her father), but was a tiny self with her own hungers and thirsts, which she expressed through Neanderthal grunts or spectacularly vibrant shits. It was a foreign language Jamie and Claire were forced to learn quickly, interpreting their successes and failures in the perceived tone of her gurgles, the way she would yank Claire’s curls in glee or in irritation. The correct translations were scribbled down for future reference, for posterity. (For the simple pleasure of recording something they knew to be finite.)
But Jamie and Claire’s awe has taken other forms in the 15 months since Bree was born. They’ve become the sort of people whose voices rise in the presence of the small, as if their love—so much grander than everything else—has filled them like two helium balloons. Toys of all shapes, sizes, and noises colonize the spaces left untouched by their adulthood chaos. A plush rabbit maintains a stony vigil over Jamie’s desk, where, after a year of writing more blurbs than books, he is finally working on his third novel. Fatherhood has come like a strike of lightning, an electricity that has set fire to his mind. Nowadays, he cannot put thought to paper fast enough. (Unlike its predecessors, A Rare Woman will receive middling praise, though a flaying review from Jack Randall, a Times critic, will cripple Jamie for weeks.)
Right now it is December, and Jamie’s family—Jenny, her husband, and their two children—is visiting for the holidays. They have offered to watch Bree for the evening, and so a Presidential Suite has been rented, Cinemax has been briefly considered, and Scotch has been spilt on Claire’s negligee. It is the first time they’ve been away from their daughter, and what had once seemed an occasion for exotic luxury—No baby! Hours of sleep!—has become a pity-party fueled by separation anxiety and booze. They have spoken of nothing, except Bree.
“Girl Guides,” Claire blurts suddenly, voice slurred and a passionate fist raised.
“I think it’s Girl Scouts here, Sassenach.”
“Girl Scouts, then. She should know how to build a fire! Make things with her hands, like—like building a stove from a Folgers tin!”
“Is that what they teach them?” Jamie asks. “To make household appliances from cheap coffee?”
“I think so. I mean, they should. What else is Folgers coffee good for?”