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Valentine's Day Pink Saturation: Valentines
Author: Kat
Title: Valentines
Story: In the Heart
Colors: Valentine's Day Pink saturation
Supplies and Materials: Miniature collection, seed beads, graffiti, novelty beads ("Lay All Your Love On Me," ABBA), glitter (Heart to Heart), yarn (The Rosette Nebula), feathers (Valentine's Day), cavnas, frame, watercolors (Sweethearts and Sweetie Pies), brush (billet doux)
Word Count: 1500
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Some minor couples being in love.
Warnings: recreational drug use, minor medical talk, subtly implied suicide.
Notes: welp that was a long dry spell. Here's hoping it goes better.
1. red
Rajani's sari was red and gold, glowing against her skin. Ma and Nani conspired to make her get mehendi, all up and down her arms and legs-- Rajani hated sitting still, but against Ma and Nani there was no fight, and she did have to admit it looked great. They didn't have to fight to get her to wear the family jewelry, heavy gold bangles, big round earrings, maang tikka with pearls; it made her feel like the goddess she was named for.
And Carlos, standing at the altar in his tuxedo...
That made her feel like she could fly.
2. pink
To the west, the sky was turning pink. Bridget had been up all night.
She was sort of glad about that, because she hadn't missed a moment, and sort of terrified, because tomorrow-- today!-- she'd have to work on no sleep, but more than that she'd have to leave Lily.
Lily, who was going home tomorrow-- today. Lily, who wouldn't be moving out here until next week, if ever. Lily, who she was going to miss more than her arm.
Lily, who was stirring next to her, rolling over into her hip. "Bridge?"
She smiled down at her girlfriend. "Hey."
3. white
Jack came home from work and they stayed home for the rest of the week, the television firmly off, the baby staggering around underfoot. Sophia ought to keep her in line, but if the worst happened and the last thing she saw was a blinding white flash, she wanted to remember this: her husband tickling their giggling two-year-old daughter, the smell of meatloaf in the oven.
Nothing happened. The Commies backed down and they never came that close again. And for all the fear, for all the constant watchfulness, if the bombs really had flown, Sophia would have died happy.
4. love
Melanie never said "I love you."
This might have been a problem for Ben. He could have felt ignored, maybe taken for granted. He could have felt like a means to an end.
But he thought about it, and he listened. Maybe Mel never said those words, the I and the love and the you. She did say, "Have a good time," and "How was your day?" and "You look good." She said, "Go take a nap," and "Want a hug?" and "Sit down, I'll get dinner."
Maybe she didn't use those words, but she said it all the same.
5. card
For about three years, they sent each other cards. Nothing too intimate at first, nothing too serious. Happy birthday, merry Christmas, happy Hanukkah.
Then Paige bought a blank card and told Morgan it was Take a Walk in the Park Day, and get out of the house, will you? Morgan returned a Mother's Day card, and said it was Dance Like a Chicken Day too, shameful how people neglected some holidays. Bad Poetry Day. National Dessert Day. Paige looked up holidays at work. Morgan hunted through encyclopedias.
When they finally (finally!) exchanged heartfelt valentines, it wasn't a surprise at all.
6. heart
"Have you taken your heart pills today?" Leah asked, before Viktorie could even get out a word.
"Yes, worrywart, I have," she said, and kissed her wife's head. "Good evening to you, by the way."
Leah scoffed apologetically, and turned her head to kiss Viktorie properly. "Good evening. Sorry. How was your day?"
"Fine." She'd had an angiogram and everything had looked good, the nurses were annoying but no need to complain, and now she was home, with Leah, who made her heart skip a beat even when it was working right. "Better now."
Leah smiled at her. "Me too."
7. chocolate
"Will you marry me?" Lawrence asked, over dessert.
Maria looked at him, then looked down at her chocolate cake, then looked back up at him, and said, "What?"
"I said," he repeated, patiently, "will you marry me?"
"Lawrence," Maria said, "we have known each other for, what, ten hours? Three of which have been this, our only date?"
"About that."
"And you're proposing," she said. "Just to be clear."
"Yes," he said, and gave her a hopeful smile. "I'm used to making quick judgments."
Maria regarded him for a moment. "Ask again later," she said, finally, and finished her cake.
8. ribbon
Emily liked to tie her hair back with ribbons, especially when she painted, and David always, without fail, stole every single one of them. She would buy herself a packet, and six months later they'd all have vanished but for the occasional glimpse of one twining around his fingers or marking his place in his book. Then one by one they'd find their way back into her things, and vanish again.
She would have been mad, but she'd asked him once why, and he'd replied, sheepishly, "They smell like you."
It was so bizarrely charming. Like everything David did, really.
9. candle
Joy doesn't dance much anymore-- at least professionally. Michael is well aware that the day she stops dancing is the day she dies. But she's not working much, so she can, and does, come with him when he travels for work.
And isn't that wonderful? To have her next to him on the plane, to take her out in a gondola in Venice, to sit across from her in a candlelit restaurant in St. Petersburg. They go to the ballet in every country, and every night he turns over in a hotel bed and she's there, sleeping next to him.
10. rose
Daniel never had trouble remembering Rose Marie's name. She looked like a rose, with her curling hair and pink face and pretty smile like crumpled petals. And she bloomed under his gaze, as he talked to her and danced with her and finally knelt before her, offering her a ring. He filled their marriage bed with rose petals and rubbed rose-scented lotion into her belly while she carried their son.
He'd told her once, before he went to war, that he wanted her rose carved into his tombstone.
He hoped now, at the end of his life, that she remembered.
11. gift
Dennis didn't even know why he was doing it at first.
He brought the gloves because the new department admin had white knuckles and otherwise looked cold. He brought lasagna-- theoretically for the department, but really for her-- because she looked like the wind blew straight through her. He brought pens because the students kept stealing hers. He brought books because he thought she'd like them.
He brought flowers because he thought she was pretty. He brought cupcakes because she was sweet. He brought cards because they made her smile.
In retrospect, he should've figured it out by the lasagna.
12. ring
Dad offered Christine her mother's wedding ring, if she wanted it, and as much as she appreciated the gesture, she really didn't. It was her mother's, not hers, and Christine didn't want to be her mother anymore. This was going to be her life, hers and Alan's, and she didn't want anything to interfere.
So she wore the cheap silver band Alan bought her, with a sapphire in a simple setting, and every time it caught her eye she thought of him. It was plain and pretty and perfect, and fit like it was made for her.
Just like Alan.
13. teddy bear
When Hector shut the car door and turned to him, an impish look on his face, Theo knew he was for it.
"Teddy?" Hector asked. Oh yeah.
"My family," Theo said, and hoped that would be the end of it, but from the way Hector was grinning, he would not be so lucky.
"No, I think it's sweet," Hector said. "Teddy. It makes you sound all soft and fluffy. Teddy bear."
"First of all," Theo said, "fuck you. Second, you're the bear. And third... well, fuck you."
"Whatever you say, Teddy," Hector said, grinning obnoxiously.
Theo resigned himself to suffering.
14. candy
They were getting high behind of Acacia's house when she remarked, "You know, I'd really like some candy."
"Yeah?" Don asked, and passed her the joint.
Apparently he'd grown the weed himself. Acacia took a drag, and thought kindly of his gardening skills. "Yeah," she said. "Like Reese's or something."
"Okay," Don said, and left.
She would have been offended, but the weed really was good and the hazy pleasure hadn't dissipated when he got back. "Here," he said, and dropped a bag of Reese's in her lap.
Acacia decided then and there that she was going to marry him.
15. kiss
Ashley was midway through the sixteen sonnets she'd been assigned for English when Mort brushed her hair aside and kissed her neck, softly.
She giggled, and leaned into him. "Mort. I'm trying to study."
"I'm trying to make out," he told her, and kissed her neck again, almost at her hairline. "How's that going for you?"
Ashley giggled again, and said, maybe unconvincingly, "I really do need to study this though."
Her boyfriend heaved a huge sigh, and sat up. "Well, if you're really sure don't want to make out..."
Ah, what the hell. She could read the sonnets tomorrow.
Title: Valentines
Story: In the Heart
Colors: Valentine's Day Pink saturation
Supplies and Materials: Miniature collection, seed beads, graffiti, novelty beads ("Lay All Your Love On Me," ABBA), glitter (Heart to Heart), yarn (The Rosette Nebula), feathers (Valentine's Day), cavnas, frame, watercolors (Sweethearts and Sweetie Pies), brush (billet doux)
Word Count: 1500
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Some minor couples being in love.
Warnings: recreational drug use, minor medical talk, subtly implied suicide.
Notes: welp that was a long dry spell. Here's hoping it goes better.
1. red
Rajani's sari was red and gold, glowing against her skin. Ma and Nani conspired to make her get mehendi, all up and down her arms and legs-- Rajani hated sitting still, but against Ma and Nani there was no fight, and she did have to admit it looked great. They didn't have to fight to get her to wear the family jewelry, heavy gold bangles, big round earrings, maang tikka with pearls; it made her feel like the goddess she was named for.
And Carlos, standing at the altar in his tuxedo...
That made her feel like she could fly.
2. pink
To the west, the sky was turning pink. Bridget had been up all night.
She was sort of glad about that, because she hadn't missed a moment, and sort of terrified, because tomorrow-- today!-- she'd have to work on no sleep, but more than that she'd have to leave Lily.
Lily, who was going home tomorrow-- today. Lily, who wouldn't be moving out here until next week, if ever. Lily, who she was going to miss more than her arm.
Lily, who was stirring next to her, rolling over into her hip. "Bridge?"
She smiled down at her girlfriend. "Hey."
3. white
Jack came home from work and they stayed home for the rest of the week, the television firmly off, the baby staggering around underfoot. Sophia ought to keep her in line, but if the worst happened and the last thing she saw was a blinding white flash, she wanted to remember this: her husband tickling their giggling two-year-old daughter, the smell of meatloaf in the oven.
Nothing happened. The Commies backed down and they never came that close again. And for all the fear, for all the constant watchfulness, if the bombs really had flown, Sophia would have died happy.
4. love
Melanie never said "I love you."
This might have been a problem for Ben. He could have felt ignored, maybe taken for granted. He could have felt like a means to an end.
But he thought about it, and he listened. Maybe Mel never said those words, the I and the love and the you. She did say, "Have a good time," and "How was your day?" and "You look good." She said, "Go take a nap," and "Want a hug?" and "Sit down, I'll get dinner."
Maybe she didn't use those words, but she said it all the same.
5. card
For about three years, they sent each other cards. Nothing too intimate at first, nothing too serious. Happy birthday, merry Christmas, happy Hanukkah.
Then Paige bought a blank card and told Morgan it was Take a Walk in the Park Day, and get out of the house, will you? Morgan returned a Mother's Day card, and said it was Dance Like a Chicken Day too, shameful how people neglected some holidays. Bad Poetry Day. National Dessert Day. Paige looked up holidays at work. Morgan hunted through encyclopedias.
When they finally (finally!) exchanged heartfelt valentines, it wasn't a surprise at all.
6. heart
"Have you taken your heart pills today?" Leah asked, before Viktorie could even get out a word.
"Yes, worrywart, I have," she said, and kissed her wife's head. "Good evening to you, by the way."
Leah scoffed apologetically, and turned her head to kiss Viktorie properly. "Good evening. Sorry. How was your day?"
"Fine." She'd had an angiogram and everything had looked good, the nurses were annoying but no need to complain, and now she was home, with Leah, who made her heart skip a beat even when it was working right. "Better now."
Leah smiled at her. "Me too."
7. chocolate
"Will you marry me?" Lawrence asked, over dessert.
Maria looked at him, then looked down at her chocolate cake, then looked back up at him, and said, "What?"
"I said," he repeated, patiently, "will you marry me?"
"Lawrence," Maria said, "we have known each other for, what, ten hours? Three of which have been this, our only date?"
"About that."
"And you're proposing," she said. "Just to be clear."
"Yes," he said, and gave her a hopeful smile. "I'm used to making quick judgments."
Maria regarded him for a moment. "Ask again later," she said, finally, and finished her cake.
8. ribbon
Emily liked to tie her hair back with ribbons, especially when she painted, and David always, without fail, stole every single one of them. She would buy herself a packet, and six months later they'd all have vanished but for the occasional glimpse of one twining around his fingers or marking his place in his book. Then one by one they'd find their way back into her things, and vanish again.
She would have been mad, but she'd asked him once why, and he'd replied, sheepishly, "They smell like you."
It was so bizarrely charming. Like everything David did, really.
9. candle
Joy doesn't dance much anymore-- at least professionally. Michael is well aware that the day she stops dancing is the day she dies. But she's not working much, so she can, and does, come with him when he travels for work.
And isn't that wonderful? To have her next to him on the plane, to take her out in a gondola in Venice, to sit across from her in a candlelit restaurant in St. Petersburg. They go to the ballet in every country, and every night he turns over in a hotel bed and she's there, sleeping next to him.
10. rose
Daniel never had trouble remembering Rose Marie's name. She looked like a rose, with her curling hair and pink face and pretty smile like crumpled petals. And she bloomed under his gaze, as he talked to her and danced with her and finally knelt before her, offering her a ring. He filled their marriage bed with rose petals and rubbed rose-scented lotion into her belly while she carried their son.
He'd told her once, before he went to war, that he wanted her rose carved into his tombstone.
He hoped now, at the end of his life, that she remembered.
11. gift
Dennis didn't even know why he was doing it at first.
He brought the gloves because the new department admin had white knuckles and otherwise looked cold. He brought lasagna-- theoretically for the department, but really for her-- because she looked like the wind blew straight through her. He brought pens because the students kept stealing hers. He brought books because he thought she'd like them.
He brought flowers because he thought she was pretty. He brought cupcakes because she was sweet. He brought cards because they made her smile.
In retrospect, he should've figured it out by the lasagna.
12. ring
Dad offered Christine her mother's wedding ring, if she wanted it, and as much as she appreciated the gesture, she really didn't. It was her mother's, not hers, and Christine didn't want to be her mother anymore. This was going to be her life, hers and Alan's, and she didn't want anything to interfere.
So she wore the cheap silver band Alan bought her, with a sapphire in a simple setting, and every time it caught her eye she thought of him. It was plain and pretty and perfect, and fit like it was made for her.
Just like Alan.
13. teddy bear
When Hector shut the car door and turned to him, an impish look on his face, Theo knew he was for it.
"Teddy?" Hector asked. Oh yeah.
"My family," Theo said, and hoped that would be the end of it, but from the way Hector was grinning, he would not be so lucky.
"No, I think it's sweet," Hector said. "Teddy. It makes you sound all soft and fluffy. Teddy bear."
"First of all," Theo said, "fuck you. Second, you're the bear. And third... well, fuck you."
"Whatever you say, Teddy," Hector said, grinning obnoxiously.
Theo resigned himself to suffering.
14. candy
They were getting high behind of Acacia's house when she remarked, "You know, I'd really like some candy."
"Yeah?" Don asked, and passed her the joint.
Apparently he'd grown the weed himself. Acacia took a drag, and thought kindly of his gardening skills. "Yeah," she said. "Like Reese's or something."
"Okay," Don said, and left.
She would have been offended, but the weed really was good and the hazy pleasure hadn't dissipated when he got back. "Here," he said, and dropped a bag of Reese's in her lap.
Acacia decided then and there that she was going to marry him.
15. kiss
Ashley was midway through the sixteen sonnets she'd been assigned for English when Mort brushed her hair aside and kissed her neck, softly.
She giggled, and leaned into him. "Mort. I'm trying to study."
"I'm trying to make out," he told her, and kissed her neck again, almost at her hairline. "How's that going for you?"
Ashley giggled again, and said, maybe unconvincingly, "I really do need to study this though."
Her boyfriend heaved a huge sigh, and sat up. "Well, if you're really sure don't want to make out..."
Ah, what the hell. She could read the sonnets tomorrow.
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IT'S AN EPIC CHOCOLATE BOX OF YOUR COUPLES WE DON'T SEE MUCH OF
They're all so squishy and perfect in all these different ways.
I think 14 is my favorite thought.
*SQUISH* THANK YOU
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Thank you!