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pascals-doll · 3 months

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ellie williams x reader

🫧 happy valentines day to all my beautiful followers | enjoy this vday special 🩷 am i uploading this ar midnight because a bitch had classes and work yes but its valentines (was technically) IM GGONNA WRITE AN ELLIE FIC 🧘‍♀️

🫧 inspired by the song candy by doja cat | bed of roses PT2

🫧 description: fluffy, cute surprises, reader knows how to know paint a bit, just fluff, cute fluff,ellie sings to you (i took the scene from the game because i cherish it sm) smut, SLUT SMUT💋, power dynamic, dom!ellie, sub!reader, you and ellie live together, reader is PUSSYHUNGRY (mmm im so- i would do anything for that tsunami), reader eats out ellie on stairs (you’re welcome), fingering, praises, no use of y/n, use of petnames like doll, mama, and good girl, very little degradation, hair pulling, clit sucking, face grinding, cum eating, just ellie getting eaten so good! enjoy

She's just like candy, she's so sweet

but you know that it ain't real cherry

know that it ain't real cherry

🫧

it was valetines day today which meant ellie got to spoil you rotten; it is very well- deserved.

you would always be very thoughtful with your gifts.

this valentines day, you sneakily woke up around 1 AM and worked until dawn on customizing a wooden workstation that you got her for her artwork.

you knew you had work in the morning but you would do anything for the woman who’s protected you, provided for you, and pleased you.

you painted the workstation very carefully a dark earth-green. you let each coat of paint dry before beginning to carefully paint details on it.

you were going to paint symbols for each of her favorite memories onto it. you took references from her own beautiful drawings.

one of the details you painted were the beginning of Joel’s; now her guitar, painting even the moth.

one of the guitar strings then ran around the whole work-station, dragging the brush till the end.

you began to draw small moths and different flowers with herbs carefully placing them along the string line.

lastly, finishing it up by drawing a silhouette of the both of your bodies intertwined, then painting an outline of ellie’s knife and joel’s gun side by side on the side of her workbench.

once you were done, you carved both of your initials into the side of the workbench.

you transfered all of her essentials from the small broken down drawers; that could barely hold up to her made with so much love customized workstation.

you made your way back into your shared warm bed, careful not to wake up ellie.

sunrise made its way into the sky, ellie waking up now as you now slept.

ellie noticed you got up in the middle of the night, searching for your warmth but she shrugged it off before knocking into slumber again.

ellie got up very quietly, planting a kiss on your head before heading into her work room to get her guitar.

she walked into her art room, stepping as she scans the room. she immediately stopped in her steps, her eyes falling onto your beautiful workstation.

ellie’s heart pounds outside of her chest, tears wanting to form in her hazel eyes as a rush of emotions take over her.

she walks around the small wooden dark-green station, her handing brushing it softly as she takes in your designs.

she couldnt help but think about although you had work sadly on valetines day, you still did this for her.

this was bigger than the world to ellie.

you were the most perfect girl and if one thing was for certain, ellie would be spending an eternity of valetine’s day with you.

🫧

I can be your sugar when you're fiendin' for that sweet spot

Put me in your mouth, baby, and eat it 'til your teeth rot

I can be your cherry, apple, pecan,

or your key lime

Baby, I got everything and so much more than she's got

you were now currently at work, you hated how you got called in today.

you asked ellie if she was going to be good with you going to work today, in which she responded by pulling down your panties.

lets just say, you had a very pleasant morning before going into work.

while you were away at work, ellie got to work on her surprise because eating your cum for breakfast wasn’t enough.

she went to almost all the floral shops she could, selling them out of their pink and red roses.

ellie covered the entryway with petals, even the staircase that leads upstairs, and leading all the way up into your room.

the living room, she had a fairy lights hung along with pink lit candles on the ground.

ellie had a huge case of flowers waiting for you, wrapped in the arrangement of your inital.

that was only the downstairs, your room was filled with more surprises.

your shared bed was covered in rose petals, a couple small gifts waiting for you while your surprise gift was tucked away by ellie.

ellie finished up any last miniute preparations before you came home from work.

she changed from her pj shirt and boyshorts from this morning to a flannel with a black-tee and some baggy shorts that exposed her Calvin Klein lining.

She's just like candy, she's so sweet

But you know that it ain't real cherry, know that it ain't real cherry

She's just like candy, she's so sweet (She's so sweet)

But you know that it ain't real, know that it ain't real

🫧

you came home a bit exhausted but excited because you picked up a teddy bear that held a heart with the writing “i love u” on it from a street vendor, leaving your job.

once you made it home, beginning to turn the keys to step through your front door.

you open the door to see your beautiful auburn-hair girlfriend.

she was sitting there on your shared loveseat, her beautiful fingers strumming her guitar.

the melodious tone from the strums of her guitar strumming the song your love for each other shares.

she began to sing softly “talking away” your hand cant help but go ovee your mouth as you felt tears begin to form.

the sound of her silky voice singing through your ears, making your heart pound and face hot.

“today’s another day to find you”

you could listen to ellie sing for the rest of your life, tears were already streaming down your face. ellie couldn’t look you in the eyes while she sang because if she did, she wouldn’t be able to finish.

you made her heart go a million miles per minute like a schoolgirl crush.

you made her stomach flutter like she was born with a butterfly nest inside her.

you made her soul shine like the sun after never-ending rain.

ellie finished serenating you, putting her guitar down

she finally looked up at you, clutching a teddy bear with tears streaming down your face.

before ellie could say anything, you ran into her arms; immediately taking you in to her embrace.

this was a feeling words couldn’t express, but only actions.

your heart felt like it was going to pop out of your chest with the clash of ellie’s lips onto yours.

you weren’t alone with ellie barely being able to catch her breath but so desperate for you.

the way your lips moved with such hasty movement but yet still passionately and amorously.

you began to walk towards the staircase, lips not leaving a moment. your eyes slightly opening time to time to make sure you were guiding you and ellie correctly.

“all i wanted-“ you began but were interrupted by her lips again.

“all day was to” ellie pulled away momentarily to let you continue.

“come home to this” you whined out against her lips, your tongue slightly licking over them.

🫧

Sugar coated, lies unfolded, you still lick the wrapper

It's addictive, you know this, but you still lick the wrapper

Sugar coated, lies unfolded, you still lick the wrapper

It's addictive, you know this, but you still lick the wrapper

you were fillied with arousal and need to please as you dropped to your knees…on the staircase. you could careless at this given moment.

your hands ran through her back, feeling each crevess of each toned muscle, then coming back around to her arms.

you gave her strong-toned arms a soft squeeze before having them go up to her chest. you needed to have her.

“doll i got a surprise in the room, lets-” ellie begins but you didn’t care.

“no” you said, looking her in the eyes as you unzip and unbutton her shorts “right here, right now” you whine out, pulling down ellie shorts completely.

ellie would be lying if she said you dying to eat her out on each other’s staircase wasn’t the hottest thing, especially on fucking valentine’s day.

it was you, how could she deny you.

“that desperate, mama?” she teases you as you peck her toned abdomen. you gave her a slight whimper as you nod.

she brings herself down to sit on the stairs, grabbing you by your jaw to pull you in for a kiss.

your lips meet again, your hand traveling down into her boxers immediately feeling seeping slick cunt “you drive me insane” you moan out, your mind was so drunk by her.

she had you high on her scent, taste, look, and touch. anything ellie did could have you on your knees, just like this.

your fingers begin to rub her clit in circular motion causing her breathing to hitch and soft moans of content escape her mouth as your lips travel down to her neck.

you begin to suck on the skin as your fingers massaged her clit, slightly putting pressure here and there causing ellie to let out gentle-yet-loud groan.

ellie’s hips began to rise to meet your hand “my beautiful doll-s’good f’me” she mumbled under her breathy moans.

you were sure you left her a purpletrail from her neck leading into her shoulder before going down a couple more steps.

you waste no time in pulling off her boxers, meeting with her wet pussy “s’pretty els, i love you.” you were just completely dazed by ellie at this point, wanting to please her and have her taste on you for days.

“you gonna drool or eat up, doll?” ellie smirks, she knew the effect she had on you and it made you fiend to please her even more.

your hands go to spread her thighs open a bit more before diving your head in between her legs. you met face to face with her juiced pussy, her slick coating your tongue as you lick a stripe.

“ah fuck, doll!” ellie moans out, her hips slightly bucking against your face as her hand had a grip on your hair.

the way you were on your knees on these steps buried into ellie’s pussy, your tongue collects her juices as you begin to swirl your tongue around her clit sucking softly.

she tasted just like candy, you grab her one of her thighs, hooking it up to balance on your shoulder.

the wider angle made her throw her head back “s’fuck doll! just like that. eat it just like that.” her vile voice praising the way you took the way she slopped her pussy against your tongue.

ellie began to work herself towards her orgasm on your tongue, her hand following the movement of your head.

you ate her out like this was your last meal, not wanting to let a single drop “god fuck-y-you’re insane!” she whined out as you worked you fucked her with yout tongue.

ellies stomach stomach flexes, her toned abdomen becoming more prominent as her breathy moans turn into pants and loud gutteral moans as you took your free hand; licking her asshole all the way up to her clit.

“fuck fuck fuck, doll! s’such a good girl” ellie’s hand swore she could’ve pulled your hair our by now but you could careless, the only thing on your mind was making this woman cum.

she deserved the way you ate her with delight, completely letting her use your face for her orgasm.

your nails dig into her thigh as you feel yourself slowly loosing your breath; but you were not leaving till she had came all over your face.

“s’close god! youre such a fuckin’ slut f’me.” her orgasm finally riding out.

“atta girl, lick it all up again.” she praises, pulling you back up from her pussy to her lips, tasting herself momentarily before her hand finds the back of your head guiding you to the white cum-beed that seaped out of her now fucked-out hole.

you licked her from asshole up, completely picking up her cum onto the tip on tongue causing you moan out as your lips were wrapped around her.

once you pulled away meeting her eyes, her cum covering your lips causing your face to glisten lightly.

“you’re a demon” ellie brings you into her embrace on the stairs.

“its not my fault you’re my favorite candy”

🫧

She's just like candy, she's so sweet

But you know that it ain't real cherry, know that it ain't real cherry

She's just like candy, she's so sweet

a/n > part 2 ??? 😇

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readychilledwine · 3 months

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Breathplay

✨️Kink Education with Elizabeth✨️

If you're looking to add danger to your sex life, look no further.

Erotic asphyxiation, or breath play, is one of the most dangerous kinks in the BDSM community. Breathplay is the act of cutting off air supply during sex with the goal of achieving a more intense orgasm. There's mild forms of breathplay (hand or elbow around throat, closing partner's nose off during oral), less mild (forcing head into pillows or objects, hoods specifically designed for breathplay), to extreme (use of plastic wrap or plastic bags, waterboarding, forcing your partner's head into a body of water) and none of them are 100% safe.

Breathplay is dangerous for anyone, but if you have an underlying health condition, especially one involving your heart or lungs, it's best to possibly avoid this form of play. You can enjoy a hand necklace without the pressure, don't worry.

This form of kink play is not recommended by any medical professional nor sex therapists.

Please play safely💜

💕Peep the Valentine's Day list here💕

As always, NSFW below cut.

Rowan Whitethorn x Reader

Warnings - I picture Rowan as a mean daddy dom with a masochistic streak, oral m receiving, p in v, reader passes out, references to her being passed around the Cadre, references to forced submission, hints of degradtion, unedited because I was running a little behind today 🫣

Rowan’s head fell back, a soft grunt falling from his lips as he seated himself all way into your throat. One hand had you back the back of your neck, forcing you where he wanted you for as long as he wanted you.

Breathing was becoming difficult, vision blurring slightly as you did everything you could to take a deep breath with your air way constricted the way it was. “Struggling whore?” You felt yourself clench at his words, at the deep graveled tone of his voice.

Rowan was never gentle with you. He was strict, demanding, and a masochist. He enjoyed watching you struggle, seeing you in pain and begging. He loved watching you cry as he pounded into you withholding orgasm after orgasm until you were so over stimulated you could do nothing but lay there, pliant to his pleasure.

You knew he cared for you, but you were his small fraction of peace in this fucked up world. One he so desperately was fighting tooth and nail to make better.

You weren't a warrior, you weren't blessed with healing magic. You were just a simple fae female. Well, as simple as a female capable of shifting into any form could be.

You were his spy. A spy damn near useless for anything but scouting, but still a spy.

Besides, he found use for you. So many uses actually.

His personal lap pet.

His personal whore.

His personal toy he could loan out to his brothers when they needed stress relief.

Right now, though, your biggest use was being his.

He pulled out slightly, grip on the sides of your neck tightening as his other hand came to hold your nose shut. “If you are struggling this early, how am I supposed to have fun with you?” The lack of air was getting to you. You knew you could tap his leg twice, and it would stop, but you wanted to desperately please him, to be of service. “Such an eager slut. You are lucky I can tell you need to breathe, y/n.” He pulled out completely, letting go of your nose. He forced you up, hand moving to the front of your throat as you gasped for air.

Precious life giving air.

He pulled you to his lips, a messy harsh kiss cutting air back off for a second as his grip tightened again.

This wasn't fully what you had in mind when he said he wanted to try something new, something Fenrys told them he had tried recently.

You would have to talk to the wolf about his reckless endangerment of himself later.

Rowan turned you, letting go long enough to force you down on the bed, forcing you hips up slightly. “Such a pretty cunt,” he slapped your core, watching in sadistic glee as as you screamed and wiggled, wetness now spreading and dripping. “All mine, isn't she?” He shoved your head into the pillow, forcing you into shocked silence.

Forcing you to be unable to answer him. “I asked you a question. Is this pussy mine?” You could hear the smirk in his voice, hear him planning on how he'd punish you.

You felt the slaps land. Three consecutive slaps right to your aching needy center.

Your moans were muffled by the pillow. You tried taking a deep breath to still your body and calm back down, but your airways were mostly blocked again.

4 more slaps came before two thick fingers plunged into you. Rowan growled behind you. “Wyrd, you are so tight. You'd like after this long we would have ruined your holes by now.” He began pulling them in and out at a blinding speed, hand still holding you in the pillows.

Your vision was going black again, mind racing as it pleaded for oxygen.

His fingers curled, and out of nowhere, an orgasm tore through you, ripping a scream of his name and the rest of the oxygen from your lungs. Rowan was silent behind you, hand moving to your hair to pull you up.

“Status?”

You shook your head, throat so sore and body needing air so badly you couldn't answer. You tapped the bed once, a code you normally only used when your lips were wrapped around his throat to indicate you needed him to slow down.

“I figured. You have never done that. You have never come without my permission.” Rowan removed his fingers from you, wiping them on the bed. He went behind you, holding your hips in his hands.

You knew he'd be gentle for a bit as his cock entered your soft walls slowly inch by inch. He took you slowly, a finger playing with your clit until you were calm again, body welcoming and swallowing him.

You relaxed, enjoy each roll of his hips as it sent a wave and wave of pleasure through you. Of the Cadre, he would always be your favorite. His length filled every inch of you so perfectly, so snugly, sex with him felt more like a puzzle finally finding its last piece than it did the obligation you were actually sent to them to fulfill. "Daddy," you moaned out, hips meeting his in a practiced dance. "So good, Daddy."

He groaned behind you. "I know, princess. Daddy's cock always makes you so wet." His hand found the back of your neck again. "Take a deep breath, princess."

He was pounding into you with in second, head forced back into the pillows as he did. You felt your hands curling at the sheets as you writhed moaning and crying below him.

It felt so fucking good. Better than normal, actually. It was as if your body was too lost on where to focus, fighting for air or relaxing and enjoying the way Rowan was ripping you apart.

You felt yourself becoming lightheaded, body softening. Rowan, misunderstanding, smiled, thinking you had fallen into his favorite overestimated dick drunken state. Your vision was filled with black dots, mind focusing on the sounds of him above you. Of his moans, his groans, the growls.

Rowan felt the moment he lost you, pulling himself out of you and flipping you as quickly as he could. "Fuck! Princess, I need you to come back to me," he started rubbing your sternum, eyes wide as he took in your face.

Your beautiful face where blood vessels had ruptured as your body struggled.

Struggled because of him.

He had almost killed you.

And you had almost let him.

He didn't know if he was angry, aroused by your complete trust in him, or just scared, but that first breath, that gasp you took before your body shook in his arms, tears falling. He laid you back down, hovering above your face and stroking your hair back. "Deep breath, y/n. There you go. Good girl."

You were met with light and green eyes staring down at you. "What happened?"

Rowan kissed your brow. "You did not use our fucking safe word or tap system is what happened. I almost fucking killed you."

You smiled below him, eyes closing again. "Felt so good. I wanted you to keep going."

Rowan’s forehead fell to yours, a rare full smile on his face. "Only you would pick dying with my cock inside of you over having to take a quick break."

He heard you moan, lips tugging up at the idea. "I would die a happy female if I died on your cock. Seems like the best way to die, actually. You buried so deep inside me, using me, body spent from pleasure."

He kissed your temple. "You will be punished for this later. Rest, my love."

"Are you sure you want to wait?"

Brows went up as he shook his head at you. "I will be bringing help with me to keep your mouth shut. Rest and prepare, princess."

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ribbonetteart · 3 months

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Tribute to one of my favorite movies of all time + the franchise that has me in a death grip 💖

a bit late for Christmas but at least Valentine's day is around the corner ^^;;

Process below if that interests you:

AS I SAID EARLIER, I had been working on this piece as early as December of 2021 😱!!!

This was the original sketch! I was inspired after learning about Blaze's own design inspiration coming from Takarazuka theater, as well as it being the Nutcracker season so this film was in bouncing around in my head.

and this was allllll the way back in 2021 ^^; I had put the idea to paper to capture the image in my head immediately. But the idea in my head was extravagant and beautiful and would certainly take time to complete, as well as the patience and skill to work with watercolor 😔 I've certainly done my share of watercolor, both physical and digital, but I still feel like my physical watercolor work is a fluke, and I was still a novice digital artist at the time of this sketch.

In short, I was confident my skill could live up to the vision.

So I would put this on the back burner. It wouldn't be ready in time for Christmas, and I could use this as an opportunity to hone that digital art experience so it could be ready next year!

2 Years Later...

It's December 5th. Fuck it. Let's crack this open again, I tell myself.

SO starting with the line art, it's actually 2 different brushes layered over one another.

I also changed Sonic's expression to be more love struck-looking, because I'm a sucker for romance.

The image on the left is a watercolor line brush, while the right is a pencil brush. The reason I wanted a water color look was because I thought it would make the illustration look dreamy and fantastical, and I wanted that to extend to the line art as well. However, my usual lines on traditional usually veer more towards thick and cartoony from years of studying the Sonic art style, so I really felt like I was working against myself here. I had also asked friends for their input and they preferred the lines on the right as well. If my followers actually do read these blog posts, I'd love if you could comment which line art style you prefer drawing or looking at.

The happy medium was to just combine the 2. Here's a better look at that:

I like it! I think it combines the solid line with the rustic water color grain. Best of both worlds :]

For the actual painting, The most notable thing I can say is that getting the right pastel-y color was VERY difficult to achieve for someone like me who often loves to use bright and saturated colors in her art. I feel like I really set myself up to do one of those "evil art style" or "opposite art style" challenges I've been seeing around. I had to repaint Sonic at one paint because the blue of his fur was WAY too saturated for the style I was going for:

I started with painting Sonic and Blaze in first and then working on the background. I think that's probably the backwards way of doing it but one of the perks of digital art is you can do stuff any order you want when you have layers.

The background wasn't actually as difficult as I thought it would be. I wasn't going for any difficult perspective, and I was using a reference so that could be it. I'm usually averse to backgrounds but I really wanna tackle more of my weak points in art. I actually had way more fun than I was expecting, painting the sky and adding texture to the grass. I think I had the most fun rendering the water coming from the fountain (which you can't even see too well anyway, lol).

Funny enough, I had just about finished painting the characters and background by early January. So why am I posting this in February?

The Flowers...

In case you don't know. I love flowers. I love looking at them, I love learning about flower languages, I love drawing them. so seeing that my reference image showed flowers circling the fountain, I was excited! I was already having more fun than I expected to be, working against my usual style, rendering a background, so how could this be a pain in the ass?

Well, I am my own worst enemy 😞I couldn't exactly identify each flower offhand from this screenshot alone. The texture of the flowers is kinda grainy, since I don't think the animators were expecting viewers to look too closely at the set piece to use as reference for my lovingly crafted crossover fanart. If anyone has this in high quality though, please tell me.

(I think I actually got this reference from a tumblr post but I can't find it on my blog for the life of me nor can I find it in the tags I'm so sorry)

I'm a huge stickler for details so I really wanted to be as "accurate" as possible in my illustration. I can hardly identify some of these flowers with confidence. I think there are roses in there? or tulips? I'm not sure if those yellow flowers are roses or some kinda petunia or if I'm way off.

I'm sure these details won't matter to most viewers but it was EATING AWAY AT ME. Eventually I decided to try drawing in flowers that might look similar to the ones in the reference. Or some based on their flower languages. I was certainly overthinking it ;;;; It led me to going "fuck it" and just throwing in whatever I wanted. There are no irises visible in that screenshot but I made it the centerpiece of the flower ring. Who give a shit.

I made some guides for me to follow: The blue ring was so I could make sure the flowers make a half circular border around Sonic and Blaze. I was envisioning how it could look as like an icon or sticker or something, which is why it's framed this way. then the second guide is the sketch of the flowers I made. I always do line art and I'm not great at just improvising with color to paper, or color to screen in this case.

The rest of this process is then just working on each flower piece by piece (with the help of the mirror tool of course) with varying degrees of detail. Some flowers are more abstract than others, and I had debated if that would look jarring and disrupted any kind of harmony I was trying to maintain with the style parameters I set for myself. And then I decided I was overthinking it once again which is why this was taking me nearly 2 months to complete.

At some point during this process, my wifi went out for a whole week! Of course, I could still work on this illustration offline, but I had a lot of tabs open with a bunch of reference images on there (plus I like to listen to music while I draw otherwise I lose focus and I had neglected to download a varied selection on my phone or laptop 😭 Learn from my mistakes).

The most tedious of this process was making each set of gladioluses a unique color.

Was it worth it? You tell me! I think they're pretty, at least.

Along the way, I repainted the grass because it wasn't symmetrical (It didn't need to be but I had been using the mirror tool for a lot at this point and it was bugging me). I made other little final adjustments, like color adjusting the leaves on the flowers, lowering the flower ring border, and so on.

Ultimately, I'm extremely satisfied with the final product. I had my heart set on doing something like this for a long time. I had so much fun just experimenting throwing on color or not worrying about technical stuff. Of course, I did do what I usually do and overthink it at some points, but I'm working on it!

I've wanted to do an extremely indulgent AU illustration and other drawings for a Sonic x The Nutcracker story for a long while. I will be totally honest, I'm still a little embarrassed to share stuff like this, even after years of posting fan art online. It feels like the more self indulgent something is, the more people might judge me for it ^^; But I wanna practice what I preach and kill the thing inside me that cringes at my harmless attempts at joy and whimsy.

I would love to do some more drawings for this AU, but maybe post them around December when it would be more seasonally appropriate. I hope you'll stick around for it!

If you read this whole thing to the end, thank you. Whether you follow my blog or not, I hope you have a lovely day :3💝

#Barbie in the Nutcracker #Sonic the Hedgehog #Blaze the Cat #Sonaze #Jess's Digital Odyssey #Sorry for not posting frequently it may happen again

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drewsbuzzcut · 3 months

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https://www.tumblr.com/drewsbuzzcut/737730544334487552/also-christmas-night-is-when-nick-asks-dallas

Can we get a blurb on this?

When You Know, You Know

nick moldenhauer x dallas blankenburg

a so it goes blurb

warnings: talk of marriage

“Baby, I’m going to take Layla to get some ice cream from the store, want to come with us?” Dallas asks, leaning over the back of the couch where Nick is sitting. Her hands go to massage his shoulders and she presses kisses to his cheek.

“I actually need to make some phone calls to my family, sorry,” Nick says, leaning to the side to connect his lips to hers.

“It’s no problem. I’ll be back,” she responds before leaving with her baby sister.

“Mr and Mrs. Blankenburg, Nick, can I ask you guys a question?” Nick asks Dallas’ family, voice a little wobbly and eyes growing a bit teary.

“Sure. What’s going on sweetheart?”

“I know June and I haven’t been together for long, but I love her so much. There’s not a day that goes by that I’m not thankful for her. It’s safe to say that she’s the one for me, without a doubt. I know this is going to sound completely insane, but I want to ask for her hand in marriage. I know your acceptance means everything to June, so I wouldn’t dream of not asking before proposing,” Nick says smoothly, a silent sigh of relief escaping his lips.

“You both are only 19,” Dallas’ dad says.

“I know, sir, but when you know you know. I am so sure about June,” Nick explains.

“Look Nick, we adore you and we love the way you treat our daughter,” Mrs. Blankenburg starts and Nick can feel his enthusiastic mood falter.

“But,” Nick adds because he knows there’s a “but.”

“But this seems like a drastic move. Please don’t be offended by this, but I don’t want my daughter to feel like she can’t pursue her career because she has to be a housewife,” she says and Nick feels a little shocked at the statement. He’d never hold Dallas back.

“I would never expect June to be a housewife. I know she wants to be a designer and she’s already an amazing one. The way June encourages me with hockey is the same way I will always encourage her with her endeavors. Just because I want to get married doesn’t mean I want to start having kids right away. I just want to be able to love your daughter forever,” Nick defends himself.

“Mom, dad, I don’t think there’s any reason for us to not want them to get married. Nick is a great guy and he treats Dallas with so much respect and love. They’re prefect for each other. Dallas has been the happiest I’ve ever seen her,” Blanks contributes to the conversation, and it makes Nick smile.

“What about living arrangements and school?”

“For the remainder of this school year we will stay where we are, but I was thinking for the next school year that we would rent an apartment together. School will still remain an important part of our lives. Marriage wouldn’t take away from that.”

“You really want to marry our little girl? You really want to be the one who always makes her happy?” Mrs. Blankenburg questions, voice breaking and tears springing to her eyes.

“Yes. I’ll always want her. She’s the love of my life,” Nick states.

“You have our permission. All of ours,” Mr. Blankenburg concludes and gets up to bring Nick in a hug.

“Thank you, so much. I already picked out the ring and I’m planning to propose on Valentine’s Day, because I know she really loves that holiday,” Nick exclaims, his blushing cheeks on display.

“Can we see it?”

“Of course,” Nick pulls out the small ring, going around and going in depth for his explanation on why he chose that ring. He’s counting down the days until February 14th.

a/n: To the anon who requested this, I am so sorry it took so long. I hope you enjoy!

#nick moldenhauer #nick moldenhauer x oc #nick moldenhauer x reader #nick x dallas #so it goes au #umich imagine #umich hockey

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canned-pears · 3 months

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💞💜💟 Intro to my Zen route MC!💟💜💞

Since it's Valentines Day I find it fitting to post more about my most lovely, bubbly, pink/purple obsessed MC!

Design is based on the pony pfp from the game lol

She/her

She's a performer like zen

Thoroughly enjoys traditionally feminine things like makeup, fashion, skin care etc.

Magenta, purple & pink is her COLOR!! Argue w/ the wall

Close to Zen's height & towers over him when she wears heels loool

Sanrio girlyy (my Melo is her favorite fs)

Since she and Zen share a lot of things in common regarding personal upkeep, humor, & the arts, they instantly clicked. I like to think of their relationship as pretty fun and lighthearted! They see each other as equals but r sooo competitive in the best ways-especially when it comes to gift giving or dates! I think of them as ppl who do anything & everything for each other & are as open as possible about it! Idk they're cute & i thought they were the best pair to post around Valentines season <3

More drawings under the cut

Enjoy the art dump! Some drawings I did earlier than others so you can def see the changes in style & coloring methods-not too drastically different but you can tell the saturation was off sometimes & i apologize for the inconsistency ( I had a whole situation with my phone & recovering images it was a mess))

I am fs planning on doing more MC's! I'm still working on that comic I toootally didn't forget about too...🧍

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meowthefluffy · 8 months

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An update on my unfinished au’s!

I have over the last few months fallen deeply out of love with the Sanders Sides series and as a result I have not updated any of my projects in some time. At the current point I am at I am only planning to do the final two installments in the cupid au (because I pretty much lost my affection for the ts series right before the big finale of the project!!) and the lust Roman au (as it is my longest running work to date and I want to comple the project as a show of dedication to my younger self) although it will most likely be on a much quicker time scale than I was intending originally! (Instead of the 11 more parts I was hoping to produce it will probably be closer to 5 and I will most likely skip a few parts of the story that weren’t as important)

I feel a lot of affection for the work I have created but not a lot for the actual series so I’m trying to find a way to rework the stories I’ve created for the au’s to become independent creations that I will enjoy continuing to make! (Aside from the Lust au which I feel is mostly a story I don’t feel the need to come back to/rework since it relies so heavily on the source material) Most of my au’s function as stories mostly separate from canon material except for the characters archetypes present in each, so I’ll be working on retooling/reskinning said work to be more original and workable as long term projects! (Since u guys were really invest in my plots which had almost nothing to do with the canon characterization)

I’m currently working on retooling the Zombie au (Which I used as heavy inspiration for my oc Sophia I sometimes post about and her girlfriend) the Cupid au (I’m putting together more creative designs for the characters so that I can hopefully redo the comic- since I’m super in love with the concept) The sleeping beauty au (since it functions entirely the same as a stand alone story- and I could use the designs of my princess characters from that comic I made a long time ago for Valentine’s Day ) and the Super hero au! (Which I never properly defined and thus have a lot of incomplete ideas for, and my only struggle is coming up with better super hero names for them)

The only one of my main au’s I probably won’t rework is the Evil king au- just because I’m not sure how I could retool it to not just be a story about abuse(I feel more comfortable creating a story where everything is horrible and bad and the people involved are just bad for eachother when it’s an au- because there is other work of those characters where they aren’t that way to balance it out- but if it were my own new characters I feel as though it wouldn’t be nearly as fun to read or write)

This is a series of decisions I’ve been trying to wait on for a long time because I have been hoping something sanders Sides related would come out soon that would re spark my interest but nothing so far has happened- and with the way the story is going I don’t think it’s something that is going to happen. I still love all the work I have created for this fandom and I am so proud of all the collaborative projects I have been able to create with you all! I will happily re-read your asks and comments on my comics and I am still really proud of the community I’ve been able to create!

I’m sad to let this part of my life go (it’s taken up a solid 4th of my lifetime) and I understand that a lot of you all won’t follow me to my new projects- because I understand you guys didn’t come here for random oc projects- or original comics. And Altho it breaks my heart to see some of you move on and leave my notifications I am happy I the time with you all that I did!

Thank you all for everything- and I’ll see you soon 💖

#Im going to use the Prinxiety tags so that more people will see this post- since I am one of the bigger Prinxiety centric creators)#prinxiety #ts roman #tsvirgil #virgil sanders #cupid! au #sanders sides #roman sanders

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taybatwo2 · 5 months

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Monster High Skullector Nightmare Before Christmas Review Part 1 of 2

I don’t know how I managed to snag one for my friend and me on that poorly done and hellish drop (it was also my first time I have ever tried ordering two Skullectors), but they came in and I finally had time to review my set.

The hand painted prototypes on the front of the box are so lovely (especially Sally’s delicate eyebrows and blush that are missing on her final doll).

The back of the box sleeve: “J ❤️ S True Love Never Dies. Debuting in the fan-favorite film, Disney Tim Burton’s The Nightmare Before Christmas, Pumpkin King Jack Skellington and dreamer Sally embark on a wild misadventure that capture the spirit of Halloween, Christmas and true love. This collector doll pack celebrates the moment that Jack and Sally realize they’re meant to be together forever. Dressed in a boospoke suit with a frightening skeleton print. Jack is ready for a haunting night with Sally, who is dressed in a creeptastic off-shoulder dress with a petrifying patchwork print.

The defrightful collector item captures the nightmarish fun that awaits every night in Halloween Town.”

……I always thought their romance was a bit slap dashed at the very end, but they are a hauntingly lovely couple.

Their box with the sleeve off! It’s a very lovey set up. With the gate from the graveyard being shown, Zero (which I would have gladly traded for Sally’s purse), and a tombstone that has Frankie’s symbols, and the Monster High crest.

The back of the box has another lovely photo of the dolls. I like the lighting on them in this photo.

I like how they made the artwork all scratchy and hatchy like Tim Burton’s art style. They also added some snowflakes, skulletes, Draculaura’s bat symbols, and a heart with Clawdeen’s G1 shirt pattern.

Okay, enough of the box! Let’s open this sucker up!

……anyone else feeling a draft……?

Well apparently Jack has too much booty for his pants to be fully closed in the back when they were packaging him. Haha!

More under the cut:

The inside panel, sans the plastic and Jack and Sally. I love that they included the Spiral Hill, two trees featuring Halloween Town and the Valentine’s Day Town doorways (although the hinges seem to be missing), and Sally’s basket to Jack (something else that I would have preferred over her thread purse).

A closer look at the trees in the corner. Clever choices in trees: one representing Halloween and the other the love between the characters.

Okay dokey, now onto Sally. I thought I was going to like her less than Jack in this set, but she is actually a GORGEOUS doll.

How they did her eyes, her eyelashes, her face stitching, and even her cooler blue body stitching is just so lovely. I AM SO GLAD they did not give her “regular monster high eyes.” I love it when the designers experiment and give their ghouls, boos, and mansters new looks while still calling back to their roots (she might have the Tim Burton inspired eyes, but her proportions are all Monster High). Her hair is also a really soft (Saran….?). It’s not overly red or brown, but a nice mix of the two.

Her stitching has been simplified, which is a shame, but expected. Her right arm should have had her stitches moved down, but I really like the stitching they kept on her legs and chest and neck.

I actually like her mermaid gown more than I thought I would (Monster High really needs to try some new silhouettes). There is actual thread stitching going down the center of her top and around the collar. The spider-web like lace is also very soft and flowey and not at all stiff. The green skullete on her skirt is also not super distracting. It also lays very nicely around her shoulders and bust.

While the gown looks nice on her, I have seen cooler looking fan created dress/outfit designs for Sally than what they have here….but it does have some details I was just expecting to be printed on.

Her shoes are nicely detailed (duh, it’s Monster High), with the stitches in them looking like they’re actually pulling the different segments together (like movie Sally’s stitches do). The heels are a reference to some of the potions/ingredients that Sally uses in the movie.

The font looks spot on, while the outside of the jars have been simplified.

The soles of her shoes have more of that scratching ink pen texture that Tim Burton seems so fond of.

I first thought she had a dead opossum/rat on her head band (like in the movie), but it actually is made up of vines, and several of the flowers Sally picks in the movie that foretells the future of Jack’s Christmas to her.

Her bag is definitely a slightly altered model of G2 Beast Pets Frankie’s purse (on another note, I find it a fun coincidence that G2 Frankie has blue-ish stitches like Sally does). In my opinion, it is the weakest of her pieces….why couldn’t we have gotten Zero with that extra plastic?!? Mattel loves putting pets where they don’t belong in Barbie and other Monster High releases, why not this one (the answer is probably the extra cost of Jack’s new head and body sculpt).

Her earrings are black cats, and look fairly similar to the black cat that shows up in the movie.

Her body color is a much stronger blue than I originally thought (I was thinking it would be closer to G1 Frankie, Scarah, or Lagoona’s). But it looks closer to G3 Frankie’s.

The second and last part of my review will feature a close up of Sally’s head sculpt and a full review of Jack, as I ran out of space for pictures here.

#aleta’s toys #monster high #monster high doll #doll collecting #dollbr #doll collector #toy collecting #monster high dolls #Aleta’s review #toy review #monster high review #monster high skullector #monster high nightmare before christmas #nightmare before Christmas dolls #the nightmare before christmas

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jils-things · 3 months

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❨♡❩ valentine's week ; familial day

familials have been such an important factor in my time as a selfshipper recently because i truly came to appreciate what is familial love. it's just that really nice feeling of pride and appreciation for someone you really care about. i'm excited to say that i have a lot in my roster to share! reading isn't mandatory for anyone viewing - writing my feelings help me articulate my words well.

first and probably my most important one yet is ruby stone! at first, I wasn't really interested in the whole "he's my son concept" but i just knew that ruby was an instant favorite of mine after reading the manga. it's funny, because i actually did kin him at one point (i mean, i can still say i kin him but because i'm a selfshipper first, manga consumer second. i see him as my son more). i see myself a lot in him especially in his flaws. but because a friend told me it would be fun if i had called him a familial, it wouldn't be so bad (and steven is also there. wouldn't it be a cute family?). i initially drafted jaide stone and ruby to just be friends but ruby has a special attachment to her (due to his personal issues with his father) but that shit changed FAST and thus, ruby stone was born. i adore my silly boy, he makes me so happy and i admire his character. he's different from the other protagonists and it makes him stand out all the more. I'm so proud of him, his whole story made me so emotional and i just want to hug him and let him know everything's okay and he has every right to be who he wants.

am i allowed to talk about my husband? i mean he IS ruby's father so,,, heheh. ill keep it short or else it becomes a romantic love letter to my hunni sorry 😚 anyways i always imagined steven to want to have kids and ruby was the best thing he ever asked for. he's so proud of him too. they went through a rough patch as a father and son but things gotten better and they're very happy to call each other family. 💚

ahh, my favorite silly stinky little brother. gold! this one's got a long history. i was always a big fan of ethan/gold as a protagonist in the games. but i had no idea that this version ethan (or as the manga calls him, gold.) was simply the best for me. he's got this special spark that really checks off my list of what makes a character my favorite! just like ruby, i also see myself a lot in him. (heck, even my sister thinks i'm super gold-coded) he was so shaped to be my best friend or little brother, and i picked the latter. he's probably the most comedic, and has a very deep emotional side that i like to philosophize about. po.kespe kids are written with much difficulty and he's no exception. if i had a brother, i feel like this is how i would treat him.

okay this one's gonna be SUPER confusing which i'll apologize over and over again i'm so sorry 😭😭 for this one, i'd like go introduce blake and nate (respectively). these two are completely different from each other, but i still have this maternal/big sister care for both of them. just like gold - nate is one of my favorite protagonists by game and learning their personalities in both manga and game (pkmn masters ex) made me adore them even more. i think ilynne (oc) is the first girl who has more priority over familial and platonics than romantics. i think that's very cool! it's hard to say everything here why i love both versions but if you took a look for yourself, maybe you'll understand hehe. (also, nate just has the BEST protagonist design. hello? who wouldn't love him? definitely not me!!!!) it was only because of pkmn masters ex that made me like nate a lot. his voicelines makes me feel so comforted like that's just a really happy boy! he sounds so excited for everything and his giggles just cleanse my soul 😭 i could pat his head all day. silly pineapple boy. blake just... i dunno man. it's probably because i already liked his base design so naturally I'd like his manga ver too 😭 they pulled a wildcard in designing this kid like he's a fuckin agent!!! that's so cool!!! hes a fuckin hater!!! look at him go i can fix the edgy kid !!! by being his mom!!! (lore accurate btw)

ah yes. the most fanbase developed kid ever. it's carmine! this kid is so special. his entire existence came from a fan created f.n.f mod and everyone ran with it - just like me. i remember constantly keeping tabs with this mod and i was always curious to know what carmine has in his story - playing the mod itself was such a pleasant surprise. my whole attention was shifted to carmine's story - it's rewritten slightly to make the creepypasta more impactful and it certainly did make me feel sympathetic for the little guy. giving him the sweetest and admired big brother to love and care for him was the best design i ever thought of. after the devs added more story, it made me feel all the more protective of carmine. unfortunately he's not the most lively boy around as he's bullied for his insignificance. i would do anything to let him know he's loved. (AGGRESSIVELY FORGETS THE PART WHERE HE'S PAINFULLY POSSESSED BY THE FUCKIN GHOST BEGONE!!!!)

i think what also powered how much i love carmine was the endless support i got from the actual fans of the mod on twt. even the devs approved it and it made me feel so happy and reassured that it's okay to appreciate him (it was actually a little nerve-wracking to post rhys and carmine on twt because carmine is... technically an oc). that's why i describe carmine to be a special kind of fo. he's an oc of a mod and that's pretty neat

those are my main familials, but i'd also like to give a shoutout to my secondary familials!

when i tell you there's so many cool characters in this game I wasn't JOKING. these guys are so... AUGHH i feel like they would be the best guys to have around to make my day better. looker is more uncle shaped to me, he's not exactly the BEST caretaker (shh i know emma) but i know he's trying his best. it's hard to juggle being an agent and a friend but i understand that and i appreciate his efforts. playing platinum to see this guy appear, i just KNEW he's gonna be the coolest. and i wasnt wrong! he's associated with my oc ilynne along with blake! for po.kespe consumers, yes - they are all coworkers!

professor sy.camore is definitely a father figure to me. i love his enthusiasm and i know he's the best guy to cheer someone up. his cheerfulness is endless and he literally mentors 4 kids, if he can do that then surely he can make my day better (a miserable young adult /jjj) i really wanted to make a kalosian oc for him. i envisioned the oc to be an ex team flar.e member who wanted to renew herself from her past deeds (as she was foolish to not understand lysandre's grand plan) and sy.camore was there to rescue her from her crisis and helped her start somewhere by being a student under his care. they would develop a father-daughter dynamic and i think that's very sweet 🥺💚

in case you noticed. my main familials are a case of like ... me wanting to nurture them. but my secondaries are the other way around and it's like... what if i was the one being nurtured and cared for? pretty cool...

that's all for today. thank you familials 💚

#~ rambling #~ lovemail #ruby.fam #gold.fam #carmine.fam #i accidentallu posted it and im pretty sure its not even the right time in most timezones but ohh welll #nate.fam #blake.fam #looker.plat #sycamore.fam

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liaromancewriter · 1 year

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Return to Dagger Mountain

Premise: Cassie whisks Ethan off for a romantic weekend, much to his discomfort and surprise.

Book: Open Heart (post series) Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Cassie Valentine) Rating/Category: Teen. Angsty Fluff. Words: 2,615

A/N: Inspired by this edit I made back in 2021. Submission for @choicesjanuarychallenge Day 31 "adventure". I'm participating in @choicesprompts and using @choicesflashfics week 17 prompt 1 (in bold)

“Grab your coat, leave a note, and run away with me.”

Ethan Ramsey absently glanced up from the computer screen, his reading glasses perched on the bridge of his nose. The temporary annoyance at being disturbed faded from his blue eyes when he saw who it was.

“Who am I leaving a note for, and why are we running away?” he asked nonchalantly, turning back to the screen to finish replying to an email.

After almost three years together, he was well used to his girlfriend’s grandiose statements, often designed to get a rise out of him.

Cassie Valentine swiveled his chair around and leaned in until her face was close enough for him to see the tiny blue-black flecks in her eyes. Her hands gripped either side of his chair, and she teased his lips with her tongue until he parted them slightly.

“Leave a note for whoever needs to know you’ll be out of the office for a few days. And because we can.”

He shook his head to clear the fog, somewhat disappointed to not receive a kiss. It took him a minute to realize that she’d already moved away and was reaching inside the corner closet for his winter coat and scarf.

“You know what I love about being an attending?” she said without turning around. “How I can take off after morning rounds if I don’t have anything else going on. And not having to fill out time cards. That’s gotta be the best deal.”

Still confused, Ethan stood up, the coat she’d thrown at him clutched in his hand. She started to pack up his laptop, unplugging it from the docking station and unzipping his messenger bag to slip it inside.

“Cassie, will you please stop?” he said, exasperated. And then his eyebrows snapped together. “And no, you cannot just take off after morning rounds even if you’re an attending. The day’s work is just beginning, for Christ’s sake. I taught you better than that.”

When Cassie burst out laughing, he knew he’d been had. She hugged the laptop bag in her arms as she doubled over, tears leaking from the corner of her eyes.

“You’re so easily riled, Dr. Ramsey,” she said, her chest heaving as she tried to breathe through her laughter. “Check your watch, babe.”

Ethan looked down at his wristwatch and saw it was after five o’clock. A quick glance at the twilight outside had him wondering where the day had gone.

“Oh,” he said for lack of anything else to say.

“Oh, indeed. It’s Friday, and we’re off the clock for the next two days. Our bags are packed, and a car is waiting downstairs to whisk us away for a ski getaway. Don’t ask questions; just go on this adventure with me.” She arched one brow and stared at him intently, holding out her hands as fists. “Red pill or blue pill?”

And that’s how Ethan found himself sitting in the back seat of a town car. At the same time, Cassie bubbled excitedly about their plans to return to Dagger Mountain.

“Rodney reserved the same penthouse suite,” she said. “I want to try the Old Serpentine Trail. I was bummed I couldn’t go with you last time. Maybe we can visit the thinking rock, you know, for Picta.”

“I don’t know why you hired a car service,” Ethan grumbled. “We could’ve taken my car. It’s a bit of a drive, and we probably should’ve left early tomorrow rather than risk dark country roads at night. We don’t even have skis or helmets or….”

Cassie ignored most of his diatribe. “That’s why god invented ski rentals. And I never said we were driving to New Hampshire.

Ethan realized what she meant by that when the car turned towards Logan Airport rather than the interstate and drove through a security gate shortly after. He remembered coming here once before when they took a private jet to Ines’s wedding in Hawaii.

“I know you said no questions,” he said slowly as the car pulled up in front of a hanger. People in uniforms milled about. A luxurious helicopter waited not too far away. “But I will need answers before I leave this car.”

Cassie glanced at the driver and nodded. The man exited the car and stood with his back to the door.

“It’s not that complicated, Ethan. We always talk about going skiing but never do. This weekend has perfect weather conditions, so I decided to surprise you. And yes, hiring a car service and a private helicopter is a bit much. But what’s the point of having money if we can’t indulge ourselves once in a while?”

“I get that,” he countered. “But weekend getaways in private jets or helicopters and all this….” He waved his hands to indicate the car and the scene outside. “…is not who I am.”

“Well, it is me, or it used to be once upon a time. Sometimes, I miss being able to say, ‘fuck it, let’s go to Cabo’. There’s nothing wrong with that. Some people find it romantic to be whisked away by their lover.”

Ethan knew he could make several counterarguments, but he wasn’t sure what. It was rare for him to see the Valentine side of Cassie, and a part of him wondered if it was long overdue. Lately, he’d begun to question the differences between them. Perhaps this weekend was exactly what he needed to gain clarity.

“This weekend is my gift to us,” she said, quietly taking his hand. “When it’s your turn, we can rent a Pinto and go on a road trip to Plymouth Rock.”

“I doubt my legs would fit into a Pinto, and there’s not much to see in Plymouth,” he said, holding his hand up when she started to speak. “Forget it. Red pill, right?”

Later Ethan would admit, privately anyway, that there was something incredibly efficient in traveling by air. Within an hour of leaving Boston, they were touching down at a helipad near the resort, a car waiting to take them the rest of the way.

He could still remember driving up snowy and winding country roads as a teenager. Contrary to what Rodney said, Ethan didn’t come up here on vacation but to work. Skiing lessons were an employee perk, and he’d quickly graduated from green to blue.

He tried to keep his hand in, but his studies and then life got in the way. He racked his brain, trying to recall the last time he’d skied. It would’ve been…ah…when they solved Paula’s case two years ago.

“What level are you?” he asked Cassie as the resort entrance came into view.

“Black,” she said without hesitation. “I’m so going to kick your ass out there, babe!”

He smiled in amusement, not really surprised. He imagined someone like Cassie had been skiing since she was old enough to walk. Aspen, maybe Vail every winter, or St. Moritz with the rest of the jet setters.

In another life, their paths might never have crossed.

“Aspen?” he mused in a deliberately neutral tone as they walked into the warm lobby. He wasn’t sure why he wasn’t letting this go. What did it matter now? They were equals and had been for years.

Cassie must have heard the disquiet in his voice because she threw him a considering look. She glanced sideways at the bellman carrying their bags behind them and remained silent. He thought she might not reply, but she waited until they were alone before turning towards him.

“Among other places,” she confirmed, letting her annoyance show. “My mom loves to ski, and my dad loves to sail. Max and I learned how to do both well, whether it was in the Swiss Alps or Bora Bora. Is there a point to this, Ethan? Because you’ve been silently sneering at everything since we left Boston.”

He started to argue otherwise, but Rodney entered from the small office behind the reception area.

“Welcome back,” he said, shaking Ethan’s hand with a smile. “I’m so glad to see you both. Hopefully, no medical emergencies this weekend.”

Rodney checked them in, making small talk with Cassie while Ethan seethed internally. He handed them the key cards, reminding them of breakfast and the amenities. And then, the bellman accompanied them upstairs with their bags. Ethan could’ve carried them, but Cassie didn’t give him a chance, waving at the man to precede them.

By the time the suite’s door closed behind them, Cassie was vibrating with anger. Ethan recognized he’d behaved poorly, dismissing her grand gesture as unworthy.

“You’re an ass!”

“But you love me.”

“Not right now, I don’t,” Cassie bit out. “I wanted to do something romantic, just the two of us. But all of you’ve done so far is ruin my mood.”

“I’m sorry, Cassie,” Ethan said, ignoring her stiff shoulders to wrap his arms around her from behind. “I don’t know what got into me. Let’s start over.”

He turned her around and framed her face between his hands. “I’m an idiot and don’t deserve a girlfriend like you.” He kissed one corner of her mouth and then the other.

“You missed a spot,” she said with a pout.

“My bad,” he whispered softly as he covered her mouth, keeping the kiss light and sweet, seeking forgiveness.

Their foreheads came to rest against each other, and his hands cuffed her wrists.

“I made reservations for a late supper,” she said, stepping away from him. “We should get ready.”

“Okay.”

Cassie grabbed her tote and headed towards the ensuite. She stopped in the doorway, her head cocked as she watched him over her shoulder.

“You know, Ethan, instead of focusing on how different we are, maybe you can try to remember how much we have in common.”

He heard the bathroom door lock click and let out a heavy sigh. Cassie was right. The last few years had proved they were more alike than dissimilar. But still, that inner voice inside him reared its ugly head at the most inopportune times. It had worsened ever since Cassie asked if she could go with him to visit his father every now and then.

Ethan had made himself into Dr. Ramsey, a sophisticated and cultured man who gave the illusion of a wealthy background. Very few people in Edenbrook knew he’d grown up in a blue-collar neighborhood of rundown houses with chain-link fences and weedy yards.

He wasn’t ashamed of his background but felt far removed from it. That’s not who he was anymore and never would be, except when he saw it through Cassie’s blue-blooded perspective.

Hearing the bathroom door open, he shook off the gloomy thoughts and forced a smile on his face. No matter what, he would enjoy this weekend that Cassie had arranged. Even if it killed him.

The following day, Ethan examined the brand-new skis strapped to their feet as the chair lift ascended the mountain. After much debate, he and Cassie decided to buy new gear rather than rent. He saw it as a sign that they’d use them more, maybe returning here or trying out other ski resorts in New England.

Despite things settling down last night, the silence between them was fraught with unspoken words. As they neared the top station, the chair slowed down. They took their skis off the rest, lifted the safety bar, and got into position to slide off the chair lift and onto the gentle incline.

“The Serpentine Trail is off that way,” Ethan said once they cleared the chair lift. “I think it’s more beginner, so it might be too tame for a black diamond skier like yourself.”

“More assumptions?” Her arched tone wiped the teasing grin off his face.

“Cassie…”

“I’m sorry,” she cut in. “That wasn’t very nice of me. Let’s just have a good time. That’s all I want. We can try the Serpentine, and if it’s too crowded or boring, we can switch trails. I checked the map before we left the resort, and there are several options.”

They joined the other skiers, smoothly sailing down the slope and taking a winding path around each other. She laughed joyously as he overtook her, the arrogant smirk he threw her way setting off her competitive spirit. She raced past him, spraying snow at him from the back of her skis.

The crowds made going faster difficult, and she pivoted towards a parallel trail with a blue circle marker before bypassing it to enter the black diamond slope.

Ethan checked his blind spot and raced after her. She was a demon on skis, zigzagging past trees and using short turns to cut through moguls, her excited cries ringing through the air as she gained speed. He watched her expertly leap off an incline and disappear from view.

It took him a few minutes to adjust to the more challenging trail and lack of practice. He stayed upright, barely, through the first mogul but almost wiped out on the second. Deciding to steer clear of them, he moved to the side where the snow was compressed, flat, and out of the way of more experienced skiers.

He was almost at the spot where he’d last seen Cassie jump when the skier in front of him lost their balance. They cried out loud before toppling off the steep incline, head first, rolling through the snow and coming to rest at the base of a tree.

Ethan took the jump cautiously, the doctor in him already starting the count from the moment of impact. He reached the injured skier just as Cassie skidded to a stop on the other side of the tree trunk.

She pushed down on the heel lever with her pole, released one boot, and then the other to step off the skis and crouch beside him.

“Call for help,” Ethan said.

He placed his ear against the open visor and checked for breathing while Cassie dialed the emergency number on the card she’d picked up at reception.

Ethan evaluated the patient for possible injuries and recited what he found. “Patient is breathing but unresponsive. Possible head and neck injury, broken tibia. I can feel the bone pushing against the surface.”

Cassie explained the situation quickly and succinctly, relaying their location and Ethan’s diagnosis before hanging up to help him. She didn’t want to remove the helmet but braced her hands on either side of the neck for support.

“Here.” She took off her scarf with one hand and handed it to Ethan. “The right arm is bleeding. We need to put pressure on it.”

“Observant as always, Dr. Valentine,” Ethan muttered.

“I did learn from the best,” she quipped.

Pushing the sleeve away, he cursed at the long and deep cut along the antecubital fossa. He wrapped the scarf tightly around the wound, the blood staining the expensive material.

“Remind me to buy you a new scarf when we return to the resort.”

“Buy me a drink instead,” she said. “I have plenty more scarves in my closet back home.”

The rescue team arrived shortly. Ethan let Cassie debrief them while he carefully helped load the patient onto a stretcher.

Once they were alone again, Cassie leaned against his side, their arms hooked around each other’s waists. She tilted her head back to gaze at him, laughter making her green eyes sparkle. The tip of her nose was red from the cold, and her lips lightly chapped.

“One of these days, babe, we’re going to come to this resort and not deal with a medical emergency.”

Ethan’s booming laugh and a quick kiss confirmed that he wholeheartedly agreed.

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lykegenia · 3 months

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Happy Valentine’s Day, lovely person 🌹

I love your writing so much (your Nate! And Leah!) and am so happy you’ve started sharing more about Rhi and Mason as well. And whenever you share your thoughts, they are always so well-though out and interesting to read!

Here’s a romance-themed OC question for any OC(s) of your choosing (no pressure to answer on Valentine’s day itself, or at all):

What combination of random objects would your OC use to describe their LI? What do they represent? Bonus question: What would their LI use to describe them?

Dearest Nonny, you have no idea what a delight it was to wake up to this message this morning. Thank you so much for such kind words, it's one of the best feelings to know my characters are loved 🌹

For the OC question...

Objects Leah would use to describe Nate:

A fountain pen, but like, a really fancy one made of tortoiseshell and ebony and gold wire - not only do charming words seem to flow easily from him, but there's a certain elegance in his hands and a lightness of touch that matches the finesse required to use a fountain pen properly (she could never master it). It's also slightly old-fashioned, but there's potential for change as well with special inks or new designs like those glass nibs, which he would probably appreciate even if he was a bit dubious at first.

A cashmere blanket - soft and comforting and cozy (and expensive, because Nate would never compromise on quality). Something that she doesn't necessarily need or was missing before it came into her life, but woe betide you if you try to take it away from her. She's snuggled and comfortable now.

A star chart - not just for his naval background, or his penchant for deep thinking, but because people have always used the stars for guidance. She never really had a direction before UB came into her life, but now she does, and the feeling of looking up into the vastness of the night sky is very reminiscent of the rare mornings where she can wake up before Nate and watch him still sleeping.

Nate for Leah:

A (European) magpie feather - elegant but understated and unassuming, from an intelligent but often overlooked/maligned bird, until you look at it from the right angle and the plain black shimmers into brilliant irridescence. He once listened to her talk for an hour about how structural colours evolved in birds, and wishes she could appreciate that complex beauty in herself.

A lit candle - staring down the darkness of eternity often seemed unbearable at times. There were previous sparks, but nothing to provide the steady light that Leah provides him. The sweet smell of beeswax meant it was used to create church candles in the medieval period, and being close to her certainly feels holy, the flame bright and warm but with a bite if you're not careful. But at the same time, it's precious, because eventually the flame will burn down and go out, and the memory of it will be all that's left.

An arrow - it flies straight and true and pierces its quarry without mercy, and that's what Leah is like in the pursuit of justice. There are also so many stories where arrows are a symbol of devotion, from St Sebastian to Cupid, and he likes the imagery of himself as an Arthurian white stag finally brought down by a strike to the heart.

Bonus Mason and Rhi:

"What the fuck kind of question is that? Rhi's not an object, and if I wanted to describe her, I'd just say she's hot." "Charming." "Don't hear you contradicting me." "Well I know what kind of object you are." "Oh?" "You're one of those metal ring puzzles you get in Christmas crackers that are fun for the first few minutes before everyone gets sick of it." "I like to think it'd take more than a few minutes to get bored of playing with me, Sweetheart." "And you even come with a terrible joke - do not respond to that." "Wouldn't dream of it."

#rhi doesn't mean it #much #she's just surprised mason didn't compare her to a cigarette or something #but fun fact #cigarettes are something he can live without now #he's going to go away and think about this for a week and come up with a really prodfound answer out of context #meanwhile leah and nate are out here falling deep into the romance of it all #i apologise to anyone who hasn't experienced christmas crackers #i got carried away #the wayhaven chronicles #nate sewell #twc mason

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chibitantei · 4 months

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If I am Naoto's only and biggest fan, that is my burden to bear.

Rank 11, or a little more about a thing called change.

This is the true final moment you get to hang out with Naoto before she dips into void (or if you dated her, you still have Valentine's).

The scene takes place by the pavilion by the Samegawa, which also happens to be the place where her Social Link took place when you weren't running around town with her.

(Yu has the illusion of free choice to say something after the third image, but they all lead to the same thing.)

You get to learn a thing about Naoto and winter, and this pathetic little crumb is a godsend. The last four images are Naoto's observations on Inaba. The town was uneasy throughout the murder case, and things only ramped up in November-December, but this is the first time Naoto's stuck around long enough to see the effects of her work. This would make Naoto's 25th case, and if she managed to solve 24 before this, she obviously didn't stay long enough to see how she affected everyone after her work was done.

She notes the town is undergoing a change, and if you remember the theme in her SL, it was change, or to be exact, Naoto's fears about change and what it meant.

Then she starts waxing philosophical, so as much as I would like to screencap everything she says... it's not happening, so you get the script instead.

The first line in this chunk is interesting because I think Naoto is afraid of forgetting. Her parents died when she was young. Her family is moderately famous, so it was possible their deaths were on the news and Naoto couldn't escape hearing about it, until a few days or a week later, they just stopped. Soon, everyone moved on and forgot while she hadn't. As she grew older, memories of her parents started fading away, like what they sounded like, what they did years ago, etc. All she has left are memories, so what'll happen when she forgets almost everything about them?

Now, she phrases the chunk about memories under a note about how she comes across a certain problem while on serious cases, but Naoto enjoys being vague and cryptic, so I'm inclined to believe she's also indirectly referring to herself, but not in a way that reveals too much of her Trauma™ because that's silly and embarrassing. While she doesn't cry or get emo over her parents being dead, I don't think she's properly grieved yet. With so much work to do, she used that as a distraction and kept going because as long as she didn't think about it, it wouldn't bother her.

And in Naoto's silly little mind, adults don't cry over anything and show weakness, not over how unfair the world is or dead parents.

However, it's thanks to Yu (and pals) that Naoto starts to think differently. She says the trademark Yu line about drawing strength from everyone else, even. The line about how that strength kept her alive is... might be a little worrying and considering how she seemed okay with getting kidnapped on purpose and potentially dying if the team didn't get to her in time as long as her death was useful is........ ok.

Because seriously, who is that resolved to do that.

With hope and a new outlook on life, Naoto awakens to her Persona, which is just Yamato Takeru, but with a red outfit and flowing blond hair straight out of a shampoo commercial.

IIRC Soejima (the designer) was inspired by Oscar from Rose of Versailles and comparing them here...

possibly.

But she is not done waxing philosophical.

SHE SAID THE THING ABOUT CHANGE, CHAT!

Now, she says the thing about love even if you didn't romance her, but leave it to her to say the most unintentionally romantic things, I swear to god.

These choices don't matter, but if you romanced her, it's better because, you know. You know what I mean.

I TOO HAVE AN INTENSE LOVE FOR NAOTO AND SHE SHOULD KISS YU OKAY GOODNIGHT

#Dossier: About Naoto #I am deranged about her always #I simply cannot change that

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seawing-vibes · 4 months

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HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYPONY ! ! Here’s some art summary thangs <3 ! Template is by Mintcokev on DeviantArt !! I did one of full pieces and one of Sillay Doodles

Explanations of every piece & stuff is below read the readmore ! + links to the full work if its posed online !

First Template:

January -> This Sora Piece ! I am honestly still super proud of how it turned out , it was fun to work on and looking at it still gives me that nice vibe I was in while drawing it

February -> This headshot of my OC Elk! I developed and expanded on her story this year and did some headshots for their TH, still super proud of how the shading came out here ,,

March -> lmao nothin , not sure what happened in March but I dont have anything there aside from sillay Doodles

April -> This design of Blaze! One of my fav designs I’ve done recently .. shes just so sillay To Me

May -> This piece of my friend and I’s cat ocs ! Stickpaw & Frostclaw, two silly fellas <3 something possessed me here I’ve never drawn a kibby this well since and Im still super proud of this

June -> This reference of my oc Dee!!!! ITS DEE ! ! EVERYONE SAY HI TO DEE <3 ! ! ! ! ! I was so happy to finally give her a proper ref , shes one of my favorite ocs of all time and this came out so well , it looks so much like her!!!!

July -> This artfight attack! This piece was honestly just a blast to work on, the background and frame design and expression were all fun to illustrate

August -> These refs of my lomp ocs! Lomps are fictional guys made by my good friend and August was just the Month for them. These guys are (bottom to top) Fizz, Roe, and Skipper! They’re . Normal <3

September -> This piece of my fursona Kenny ! ! Just a fun piece to work on again, the colors came together way better than I thought they would

October -> This piece of my oc Houndcall! They’re feeling normal about their leader being possessed! This was like a weird experimental painted piece and ou .. I really loved working on it I wanna do more things with that method

November -> Not posed online! Surprisingly, this is a wip of a self-portrait I’m doing for class! Fathead Minnows and Rainbow Trout !! This canvas is massive (taller than me ,, which aint much but still!!) and I’ve been cracking at it for a while but hammered out the details of the trout in November so! It’s acrylic but I really wish I could’ve done oil instead .. acrylic dont blend well

December -> The final fella ! My idiot son ! Also not posed online , this is a linocut printed on hand-made paper! Fun fact, I make my own paper and my own Lino cuts as my main medium, I just cant afford the proper transfer ink, but I got some from school to use so ! My idiot dragon linocut son was born ! I hate him because he wont print proper but this piece ended up working out. Its lino-ink on handmade paper with red micron pen over it

Second Template:

January -> DNA Helicase

February -> Valentine’s Day Gift <3 !

March -> Not (publicly) posted online doodle of my epic oc Anton Bayheart giving his grandson a thumbs up :)

April -> Not (publicly) posted doodles of my ocs Sebastian (left) and Dee (right) (you saw her ref earlier <33) having a normal convo !

May -> A shot from This video of my friends ocs … the one depicted is Quickpaw <3

June -> Not posted doodle of Breezewhipser giving Rippletooth some good advice (it was not good advice) (ripple just learns hes aro)

July -> Not (publicly) posed doodle of my Oc’s Garret (BALD) and Benny (TIRED) . Also just two normal guys (they’re divorced) (and obsessed with eachother)

August -> This doodle of my ocs Savi & Skipper (Skip’s ref is in August first template <3) . Music taste

September -> a small part of this cat sketch page ! Beetlekit getting bullied by his cousins

October -> This doodle of Skipper . I appreciate him

November -> I dont know where this came from actually. Its my friends oc’s Redstone and Bumblebuzz staring kitty-like at my oc Specklestep (she is married to Red and Bumble is their daughter)

December -> Doodle of Tide from this whiteboard ! !

Have a great new year everyone ! ! ! Thanks for reading through all that if you did lmao

#Its new years in Germany so uh . hiiii ! ! ! happy ‘24 !!! thank you to everyone whos been fallowing me despite the lack of art !! ! im #super greatful to have met and interacted with so many amazing artists and people through this account ! ! ! !! hope everyone has a lovely #new year ! !#HAPPY YEAR OF THE DRAGON RAHHHHH #tideart

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alwayslovingharry · 2 years

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Rolling In The Deep

A/N: Here comes the second chapter of When the music finally starts, part 1. The second part will be posted next week also on Saturday, I'm going to advance that it's called True Love. I think I'm going to start posting things on Saturdays, but no promises.

previous part

PAIRING: Harry Styles x Hailey Foster (1Dmember!reader)

WORD COUNT: 4.3k

WARNING: Not an english native speaker.

SUMMARY: Hayley gets ready for her Valentine's Day.

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14/03/2017

A relaxing shower listening to Adele was just what I needed. Since New Year's I've had almost no days off, and I can assure you that I've travelled more this month than during my first world tour with the band. If it wasn't a modelling show in London, it was an ad campaign in New York and if not a meeting in Los Angeles.

Since the boys and I decided to take a break from the band I've been trying to start a modelling career or at least trying to start making a fashion image of myself. I've always loved design and the fashion world so, to get away from the music world for a bit, I thought modelling or starting to collaborate with brands would be the best option.

That's why I've been so busy having meetings and attending events to get the attention of brands. Now my management is in meetings to start collaborating with Dior and Versace, whether they want me as a model or as an advertising image.

"If you don’t get out of the shower right now, I'm going inside to take you, I don't care if you're totally naked," I hear my best friend shout from outside the bathroom, snapping me out of my thoughts, it seems my relaxing time is over.

I step out of the shower through the mist that has been created in the bathroom and roll my hair up in a towel before I start drying myself off with another towel and put on my pyjamas. Olive has come to my house to help me get ready for my Valentine's date with Jack, he had insisted that we were going to one of the best restaurants in London as I was going to be here for a week without any events.

When I come out of the bathroom, Liv is lying on her back on my bed staring at her mobile.

"It's about time! We're short on time and I have to do all your make-up and hair," she says as she locks her phone and throws it on the bed before jumping to her feet.

"There's still 3 hours before he comes. "I walk over to my dressing table, where all my make-up and everything else Liv will need is, and sit in the chair, looking at myself in the mirror.

"Yeah, but we need to dry your hair, do your make-up and make sure the shoes I've picked out look good with the dress Jack gave you, we don't have as much time as you think we do."

"I'm sure you'll make me perfect, Liv."

"We'll see..." she replies as she towels the excess water out of my hair. "Although I'd rather leave you with an EMO style, see if I can't scare off that stiff boyfriend of yours. "

"Olive..."

"What!? We all think the same, it makes you boring and it’s like you've got a stick up your arse, also you can't say he's not a compulsive control freak."

I try to answer but she turns on the dryer, preventing me from being able to say anything because I can't even hear myself.

Jack may be uptight and his lifestyle may influence my character and my own way of living life. But managers have always said that it is good publicity that two childhood friends have fallen in love after meeting again years later. Besides the fact that the companies that belong to Jack's family are very influential and it also gives them a good image that the future director has a serious and stable relationship, like ours.

And yes, Jack knows that my contracts with my managers allow them to decide about my life, although I'm sure he knows very little about the clauses in the contracts and what I am or am not obliged to do. The only people who know exactly what my contracts prevent me from doing are Louis and Olive, my best friends, who I told what they were because I needed to share with someone why I can't do what really makes me happy most of the time.

"He's not a compulsive control freak," I reply as she finishes blow-drying my hair and is picking up the irons to curl my hair.

"Hailey, where are you? Hailey I don't think you should be wearing that to that interview. Hailey I think you should stop making music for a while." she tries to mimic Jack."If he could I'm sure he'd put a tracking chip in you so he'd know where you are at all times."

"He's just worried about me, it's nothing to worry about..."

"It's nothing to worry about? You donated your hair over a year ago and you still keep your hair above your shoulders because he says short hair is more businesslike."

"I like it short like that, I barely have to style it."

"Hails, I cut your hair when you donated it and your literal words when I was done were "I can't wait for it to grow out so I can go back to doing a high ponytail"."

"I said that because of the change, I went from a mile-long mane to shoulder-length hair." I make it up trying to sound convincing.

"If you say so...I like your short hair, any haircut would look good on you, but you had such a well-cared for and beautiful mane...I loved all the braids and hairstyles you did. "

You're not the only one who loved it.

I look in the mirror, noticing how short my hair looks now that Liv has curled it a bit. Having short hair is very comfortable, but I always liked having long hair. I used to love being able to do all sorts of different hairstyles and I really miss it.

"You know, I think I'm going to let it grow back, it's time to go back to my star look," I smile at my best friend through the mirror, and she does too as she finishes curling my hair. "I'm going to cancel my haircut appointment this week. "

Olive finishes and picks up some of the front strands to make two braids and pin them together at the back of my head with a small clip. She has always been good at doing my hair and I love being her test model.

Just as she is about to start the make-up, the doorbell rings.

"It can't be Jack, it's over two hours away," I say standing up and walking out of the room with Liv following me.

"Maybe he sent you flowers or some of his usual crap to make him look like the perfect gentleman," Liv replies as we walk down the stairs to the door.

"I don't think so, he's not the flower type."

I open the door to find a delivery man with a tablet on my little porch.

"Hailey Foster?" the delivery guy asks looking up, he's a middle aged gentleman and doesn't seem to recognise me from having been in the best known English band of the decade.

"It's me."

"Sign here, please." he hands me his tablet with a stylus pen so I can sign.

Once I've signed and handed him back his tablet, the delivery man bends down and picks up a small box from the floor with a bunch of sunflowers on top.

"This is for you," he replies as I take the flowers and pass them to Liv so I can take the box from his hands.

"Thank you. Do you know who sent it?" I ask.

"No. Have a nice day."

I stand in disbelief as the delivery man walks down the stairs and out of my small garden and into his van before I go back inside and close the door, turning to look at Liv.

"Did you see how rude he was?" I ask Olive.

"A man of few words," she replies with a shrug, "Did Jack send it?"

"I don't think so, sunflowers and sending me something like this doesn't seem like his style. "

"Well open it, maybe it's some fan, they've finally found your lair."

"Ha. Ha. Ha. How funny you are Liv, but no, I moved out when the band broke up so they wouldn't bother me and I don't think they've found me yet." I start walking up the stairs looking at the box in my hands, it looks like a normal package.

It must be a coincidence that a delivery arrived today, maybe the flowers were sent to me by Jack, maybe he has finally learnt which is my favourite flower.

I get to my room and sit back in my dressing table chair, leaving the box in a recess on the table. Liv enters my room with the bouquet still in her hands and sets it carefully on the bed before she sits down next to it as well.

"What are you waiting for, open it!"

"Maybe it's some Amazon order I didn't remember, Liv, maybe it's nothing. "

"An Amazon order that isn't packaged with an Amazon box and comes with flowers included on Valentine's Day, you are not buying that yourself."

I watch as Olive looks at me in the mirror, waiting for me to react and open the box. We both know she's right. I don't usually order things, I prefer to buy them in person and if I had ordered something it would be very strange if I didn't remember ordering it.

"Open it, it'll be something Jack wants you to wear on your date. "

"Surely." I reply as I take the box back into my hands, turn in the chair so I'm facing Liv and carefully remove the ribbon that closes it." Maybe it's another Valentine's Day present. "

I open the box to find an envelope, another smaller box and two notebooks along with a small bag of Love hearts.

It doesn't look like something Jack would give me.

"Hails, there was a card in the flowers." says Liv, I look up from the box to see the small envelope in my friend's hand and take it, as Liv takes her first look at the contents of the box." I don't think it was Jack. "

The small envelope now in my hands is completely white. I look up from the small envelope, meeting my friend's blue eyes staring back at me.

"What are you waiting for, open it!"

"I'm doing it, no need to yell," I reply as I dig my fingernail into the envelope and peel back the tab, only seeing a white card with something written on it before tossing the envelope to my best friend." I don't think...I'm not going to read it now. "

"But do you know who sent you all this?" she asks without looking at what's on the note yet. "Because if you don't want to know right now, I'm going to read it."

"I don't want to think it's who I think it is...he's given me things like this before, it wouldn't be the first time. "

"All right..." Liv replies as she takes the little card out of the envelope and reads it to herself. "You can tell Mr. Styles that he can also give me gifts like this for Valentine's Day, I would really appreciate his thoughtfulness. "

"I thought after he didn't send anything last year, he'd never do it again."

Ever since we'd met, Harry had always given me something for Valentine's Day. Flowers, a necklace, a book...every year he'd given me something that meant something to us. Except last year. When I didn't get anything last year...I thought it meant he would have accepted that we could never be anything, but that doesn't seem to be the case.

"Well, it looks like he hasn't lost faith in you guys...that he sent you this means he doesn't think all is lost."

"But he can't do anything, he doesn't know about the contracts."

"The truth is that he doesn't have a contract that explicitly obliges him not to go out or have anything to do with you..."

"But my contract directly affects him if I break it."

"But he doesn't even know that! I always thought those contracts you signed must not be legal at all. It must not be legal for your managers to decide who you can and can't have a relationship with!"

"They're the ones who help us get to the top, they must have something to reassure them that all their efforts are worth it."

"Fucking managers with their stupid contracts..." Liv dramatically throws herself back on the bed, making me laugh." You're not going to want to read the card? Or open anything he sent you?"

"I don't think it's a good idea to look at presents from a guy who has a crush on me just before I go out with my boyfriend to our Valentine's Day dinner," she smiles sadly as I take the card from her hand and slip it into the box all the presents came in, closing it without looking inside again.

"You've been in love with him since the moment you saw where your smoothie ended up when I threw it at you in the queue for your audition.

"You and I both know that with our situation it never could be and never will be, a miracle would have to happen for Harry and I to have any chance."

"A miracle or you stop accepting other people deciding about your life."

"Those people have helped me achieve everything I have and without them I wouldn't be where I am."

"But at what cost?"

"You're dramatising it too much, Liv," I reply as I get up from my chair and put the box with what Harry has given me under my bed, "It's not like I've sold my soul to the devil, I have a boyfriend I can have a future with and I can't say I'm not happy, all my dreams since I was a little girl have come true."

"You have a boyfriend who loves you for your image and for all the publicity your relationship gives his company. You can't say you're fully happy either because you're not." Olive gets up to the vanity and grabs one of the makeup brushes, I sit back down on the vanity chair and she starts to apply my makeup.

"You don't know anything about my relationship, you think you do but you don't. "

“You can try lying to yourself, but not to me. I'm the one who listens to all your complaints, in case you forget. "

"Look, Jack wants to have a future and that's something I'm happy about, to know that someone wants me in his life. "

"And Harry? Do you know what Harry wants? Because he does too many things for you, like sending you a present like this, he does too much to be someone he doesn't care about being in his life."

"But Harry...Harry has to succeed, that's what he's always wanted. "

"But he loves you too. "

"I doubt that, let alone if he found out the truth, he'd never risk losing everything he's worked for all these years. "

"You'll never know without talking to him, avoiding him isn't the best solution, it's hurting him more and it's hurting you too."

"It's not my fault he's obsessed with me."

"He's in love with you and you're in love with him! Do you really know what you really want in your life? Do you want this?"

"I just want to be happy...and be successful, to reach the whole world with my music and the things I do."

"Well, thanks to Jack you stopped making your music, because he told you that maybe you should take advantage of the band's hiatus and take your time without composing or performing. You like the fashion world but everyone knows that your life is music. "

I remain silent as she searches through her bags for what she needs. I know she's right, but it's not as easy as just throwing it all away and running off to tell everything to Harry so we can have a happily ever after.

"Do you want me to tell you what I see from my outside point of view of all this?," she asks as she puts a bit of makeup on my eyelids and I just nod, "I think Jack might want to marry you but you want to be with Harry and Harry wants to be with you...and I think you should say 'fuck Jack and all the contracts' and give Harry the chance he deserves. You can make it to the top together, you and Harry.

"It's not that easy, Liv, I'm not even sure I want to risk it all to prove it. I can't just throw it all away without Harry telling me if he wants to risk it or not, I can't just fuck up his career because I want to."

"Well you should ask him, shouldn't you? That's why you need to talk about all this. Although if he told you all that the last time you met and he's given you something again on Valentine's Day...I think he's willing to risk it all for you, Hails," Liv continues to finish my make-up but I decide not to answer again.

I know Olive is right, Harry has never refused anything to be together and he has proved it to me several times. But I don't know if I want to risk everything we have both fought and worked for.

Olive finishes my make-up shortly after and I get dressed right away. We both avoid going back to the same subject and she stays until she's sure I'm perfect for my date, she may not like my boyfriend but she wants to make sure "her best friend is a hottie" on Valentine's Day.

It's been almost a quarter of an hour since Olive left and it's more than half an hour before Jack comes to pick me up, my mobile rings above my bed. So I finish putting Harry's flowers in the vase on my dresser and turn to get my phone. Figuring it's Liv saying she's forgotten something, I pick it up without looking at the name as I sit on my bed.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Haileybear."

"Lou! I thought you were Liv" I laugh, Louis likes to give me absurd nicknames from time to time.

"You make my heart ache by insinuating that I look like your crazy friend," Louis jokes, Liv has always gotten along great with all the boys but with him she has a very very weird brotherly love-hate relationship." And you haven't even congratulated me on Valentine's Day, I thought you really loved your soul mate enough to be able to congratulate him on Valentine's Day.

Happy Valentine's Day, soul mate," I reply getting a laugh from Louis on the other end of the phone, "Are you in London or Doncaster? I need to see you. "

"Neither, I'm in LA recording a couple of things and I was on Late Late with Steve yesterday. But I'm sorry, I don't think I'll be back in England for more than a few hours for almost three weeks. "

"Why?! I need to see you Louis, I'm only going to be in London until the end of the week and then I'll be back and forth again until the end of the month or early March..."

"Harry is in Jamaica with his crew recording his album and has offered me to go with him to relax and enjoy the Caribbean."

I knew Louis and Harry were as good friends as Lou and I were, but that didn't mean I wasn't jealous to hear that Harry had convinced Louis to go to Jamaica.

I didn't convince him to come on any part of my trip to Europe but Harry offers him to go to Jamaica and he goes straight for it.

"That's great...I'm glad."

"My flight is on the 25th and I fly back on the 4th of March to London and I'll be staying for a long time, maybe we could plan something just for when I come back or you come back, after Jamaica I'll be back in England until the end of April unless there's a change of plans" proposed Louis, knowing that I didn't like not being able to see him.

"Sure, we can try.

"Great!" exclaims Louis. We'll have to talk about it later, and by the way, I haven't asked you, how was your Valentine's Day? Jack?"

"He should be here soon, we're going to dinner at the Ritz restaurant."

"The idea doesn't seem to excite you..."

"It's just, I'd rather it wasn't so formal, I'd rather have a pizza and movie night at home and spend the whole night talking about anything...I'd prefer it simpler."

"And then you say you don't like clichés..."

"It's not that I don't want a cliché, what I mean is that I'd prefer something more personal, just the two of us, but..."

"With Jack nothing is like that," Louis finished with a sigh, "Hails, you know you can tell me everything, what's up?"

I took a deep breath and got ready to blurt it all out.

"Harry sent me his usual Valentine's Day presents again and... I couldn't help comparing him to Jack. My boyfriend may have given me an expensive, stupid black dress from Channel, a dress he probably had one of his assistants buy for me without even seeing it. And Harry has given me my favourite flowers with a card and a box with things that I don't want to look at because I'm sure I'll end up crying, because I'm sure that everything he sent me is something that he has prepared and that he knows I'll like," I say without taking a breath until I finish, I know that with Louis I can be completely honest about all my problems without him judging me like Olive usually does, he understands what it's like to have contracts that limit your life and he knows that we have a limit.

"Harry is one of the cheesiest, most romantic and thoughtful people I've ever met, don't ever compare his gifts to anyone else because he'll always win."

"I didn't expect him to send anything this year, last year he didn't send anything."

"Well...last year he did want to get you something but...he didn't know your new address," Louis hesitates and I can imagine why.

"And how did he know it this year, Louis?"

-Okay, I can't fool you, it was me. But I told him on X Factor because you left him devastated and he looked like an abandoned puppy, I couldn't say no when we started talking. " explains Louis. "He's my friend too. "

"I know, Lou, it's okay."

Louis doesn't answer, I know he's waiting for me to continue talking.

"Just...do you think...should I tell Harry everything or should I just leave everything as it is?"

"I know you're in a very difficult situation and I wouldn't know quite what to do either but...I think you should have talked it over with Harry from the beginning. You may have had problems but at least you could support each other at this time and you wouldn't be suffering separately. Maybe you could have hidden your relationship or something. He cares about you a lot more than you think he does. "

" And what about Jack?"

"I'm not too worried about that asshole either, honey," Louis replies clearly making me laugh." I know he's your boyfriend and all, but you deserve someone much better who appreciates and values you like you deserve."

" Lou, you're going to make me cry and Liv will kill me for ruining her makeup."

"Harry has always shown you that he loves you, he values you as it should be. Not like the attempted boyfriend who only uses you for marketing. "

"So should I tell him? Should I tell him that I've been lying to him all these years? "

"I'm not saying hang up and call him right now but you could try talking to him about it when it's time and you feel really ready. "

"I don't want to fuck up anymore, Lou," I sigh, I'm tired of all this trouble. "What if Harry gets mad at me like forever?"

"Harry has never really been mad at you and I can assure you that everything will be fine, you'll see."

Just as I'm about to answer Louis the doorbell rings and I look at the clock on my bedside table. For once Jack seems to be on time for one of our appointments.

"Lou, I've got to go, Jack just got here.

"You know, if you need anything call me, no matter the time difference."

"I love you Lou, I don't know what I'd do without you."

"I love you too Hails, take care of yourself." he replies before hanging up.

I get out of bed and take one last look at myself in the mirror in my room to make sure everything is okay, I love the make up Liv has done and the braids she has pulled up from the front of my hair are beautiful.

Before I leave my room I pick up the jacket and bag I'm going to take with me and head downstairs. I open the door to find my boyfriend looking up from his mobile to look at me with a smile.

"Happy Valentine's Day," he says before coming up to me and giving me a quick kiss on the lips.

"Happy Valentine's Day to you too."

"Are you ready?"

"Sure" I smile as I walk through the door and close it, Jack smiles at me and offers me his hand to walk to the car, where a driver is waiting for us.

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