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i wrote something for the demon slayer fandom but i feel like its too random to share over here 😭

i visited idiot street and everyone knew your name!

part i, part ii, part iii

a/n: i wrote this for valentines last month and only got around posting it now, here you go!

synopsis: the three times you friendzoned Alhaitham, and the one he made damn sure you didn't.

tags: alhaitham/reader ; childhood friends to lovers ; school setting ; valentine's day special ; reader likes sewing

“S–sorry! These are for you!”

A breathy utterance, the girl speaking is shy and completely red in the face, while holding out the pink paper bag like an offering to some higher being—and maybe to her, he is.

You swear you can almost hear the cheesy background music that television shows play with these types of scenes, you lean in as much as your desk will let you and strain to hear his response. Gripping the wood of your desk tight. Some of your other classmates are tuning in too, drama hungry vultures they are, you can feel the buzzing energy of anticipation waiting for his answer.

Without missing a beat, he offers her a shallow nod of his head.

“Thanks.”

…and another one bites the dust.

Slumping back in your chair, you gaze at a disheartening confession scene from your seat across the room, picking idly at your sandwich’s crust, sighing to yourself and for the poor girl that has been plainly rejected by Alhaitham.

The whole class either lets out sounds of disappointment—they only wish that once Alhaitham is off market, they’d have their chance, though you doubt it—or loud sighs of relief—aka, those who, too, wish to make themselves known to him. They all don’t register much to you though. All you can see is her crushed expression.

He isn’t even looking at her for goodness sake. Poor girl.

Valentine’s day is not only a day of cheesy confessions and plush teddy bears and chocolate (though you especially enjoy those), for those lonely souls without a valentine it is the perfect day for witnessing the drama unfold. It’s like watching a telenovela in real time.

Alhaitham is that telenovela’s perfect lead.

He’s breathtakingly handsome even as he delivers the driest response to whatever-her-name’s confession. His gray-silver hair tumbles artfully on his head and glints as the afternoon sun outside hits just right. The aquamarine of his eyes are enrapturing and absolutely intense as he stares down his new goodie bag.

It’s a little silly to see such a stoic man gripping heartsy pink gift bags that are filled with the high quality chocolate you can only dream of. His marble-carved physique and top tier face makes up for it though, it makes it all the more endearing to you. You understand wholeheartedly why he’s such a magnet for so much romantic attention. Not that you’d fall victim to it yourself.

You find yourself unable to conceal the way your lips turn upwards in amusement, a little cruel knowing the situation. Taking a generous bite of your sandwich, you laugh to yourself quietly (honestly, you’re making it seem like you’re not all there).

“What’s so funny?”

Summoned by your laugh—or the thought that you are laughing at him, for some not-so-crazy reason—he stands tall in front of your desk.

You’ve known him since your bratty elementary school phases, you’ve fought, pulled at each other’s hair but you consider Alhaitham to be your closest and oldest friend. Before he was a stunning romantic magnet, he was an insufferable book worm in junior high.

When you started exploring your interest in sewing and fashion design, he was by your bed and bluntly critiquing any piece you’d show him. You have come a long way since then, having become an integral member of the fashion design club.

You crane your neck to look at him, giving him a lazy grin, you kick blindly at his shins from underneath the table in an attempt to draw some form of reaction (though he doesn’t even bat an eye).

“Nothing, nothing,” you wave him off, speaking through a mouthful of peanut butter and jelly. “As long as you’re on the market, there won’t be enough for the rest of us.”

He gives you a look, though you can’t take it as seriously, he’s still holding all those valentines. “Irrelevant. Your sense of humor needs fixing, not even Cyno would find you entertaining.”

“First off, I do not appreciate all this sass.”

His lips twitch. “I had quite the persistent teacher.”

This time, you flat out laugh at him. “Whatever,” you snort. “Anyway, you should consider taking up acting. Pretty boys like you will have people salivating like starving wolves.”

He pauses and just stares at you, it’s a little peculiar and totally out of character for him, you tilt your head in confusion.

“Pretty boy?”

You almost choke on your sandwich, bringing a fist to your mouth through coughs. Out of everything you said, that’s what he chooses to focus on?

“Uhm, yeah,” you mutter, laughing sheepishly, and suddenly feeling out of place. Internally, you cringe at yourself. “Have you ever looked in a mirror or something?”

Once the words tumble out of your mouth, you feel the heat of mortification crawling up on the expanse of your skin. Oh my god, do you ever stop talking?

Alhaitham says nothing, he stares you down with the intensity increased by tenfold. If anything, the expression on his flawless face looks displeased.

“I meant platonically, of course,” you blather on, pointedly avoiding eye contact. The table looks especially interesting as of the moment. “I mean—I would never—”

He puts his free hand up, sharply stopping you from going further on your flustered tangent. Something you are all too well acquainted with, Alhaitham does not have much patience for dalliances. Immediately, your jaw locks shut—you’d rather not start a fight with him if you wanted to mooch off all the valentines chocolate he received.

You take another big bite of your sandwich.

You roll your eyes, mumbling. “Okay, whatever. Don’t be a pretty boy, then. As long as I get a share of your chocolate, it’s whatever you want.”

“I didn’t say anything about that,” he deadpans. In his arms, the goodie bags shift as he moves closer.

A small plastic-wrapped chocolate box is dropped inelegantly on your table, resounding with a heavy thump. It’s pink and smells heavily of chocolate and cinnamon. Your eyes widen at the pleasant surprise—but more importantly, the price. A crazed smile curls from your lips, and you clutch the chocolates to your chest.

You gasp. “Oh my—fuck! Haitham, these are like a thousand mora a box!”

Alhaitham raises a perfectly arched brow. “Is that so? I should get it back then.”

Even if you’re pretty sure he’s only messing with you, your hold around the chocolates tightens into a death grip. You turn your chest away from him, shielding the box away from his view.

“That’s too bad,” you sing-song. “No take backs.”

A smug smile tugs at his lips before it completely melts away—the thing that growing up with a boy so ungenerous with his expressions makes these small moments all the more special.

“Then I’ll just have to keep the rest of these for myself.”

“Haitham, no! You promised to share—”

Sam who gets sent by his mom to go and pick up some produce from the farm while she brings Vincent for a check-up but ends up getting distracted by the farmer themselves

If growing up ever taught Sam anything, it was to take a hint.

To leave the room if his parent’s discussion was starting to get heated, to head home when Sebastian started to quieten and recluse while hanging out—

…and you probably don’t like him as much as he liked you.

It’s such a cynical thought to have while playing on stage in front of countless people. Spotlights highlight him in a bath of brightness, his fingers move almost effortlessly on the strings of his guitar. All his friends and family are in the crowd, cheering the Pelicans on for their first performance.

They’re all showing their support, yes—but Sam can only really notice you.

Right in the smack front-middle is you—the silly farmer he’s fallen head over heels over; you’re bobbing your head to the beat of the song with a tentative, almost secretive smile. Not like the big proud grins that you usually offer him, when your teeth are bared and lips stretched so far your cheeks hurt—no, you look every bit the pining yearner in the books Penny would tell him about.

It’s a look he’s terribly familiar with, it’s exactly how he looks at you.

When he’s on the stage, all the attention on him as he sings every high and low note, it’s easy to shut his eyes and picture you staring up at him with that lovesick expression that he reserves for only you.

It’s wishful thinking. But Sam knows how to take a hint. You aren’t looking at him, who’s right under the spotlight and center stage—but right over his shoulder.

You don’t smile at him like that.

He knows the adoring look in your eyes is only for Sebastian.

tell me abour ur ocs ,, PLEAASSEEE.... (holding out a empty bowl)

gladly!!! though they dont have any correlation with stardew valley whatsoever, they still hold such a special place in my heart❤️ i think i made them 2-3 years ago…

(under the cut!)

LILOU OLIVA

(she’s the oldest character ive made so far! i remember when i first made her, she had bright pink hair LOL)

here are some fun facts about her:

she’s filipino; her skin’s on the tanner side and she has really thick wavy hair

lilou lives by the seaside in a little apartment above a convenience store.

she likes to cook and bake; even make jams and pickles (this is kinda sdv related 😭)

lilou’s 5’5 but has the guts of a much taller person…

she has an arm tattoo of stars that was made by her younger brother!

lastly, she used to have a scholarship at this prestigious school but was dropped 🤷‍♀️

INIGO OLIVA

(this is lilou’s younger brother)

fun facts about inigo:

he’s 3 years younger than his older sister but is way taller (5’9 ft)

inigo is very artsy, he likes mediums where he can keep his hands busy (pottery, sculpting)

he doesn’t technically have a permanent home—he likes travelling and backpacking a lot (but if he had to name a place home, it would be his sister’s house)

he likes experimenting with different art mediums a lot—he’s tried piercing, hair dying, tattooing and all sorts of things

inigo is a sweetheart, a little cutiepatootie… he has my whole heart!

i actually have 3 more but they’re more… intense than inigo and lilou so im a bit apprehensive to share 😭 but! they are part of a story i’ve been developing for quite some time and i love them a whole lot

Going on hiatus for a while because of school stuff! Sorry guys😔

Have this sam art ^^

crossing over the valley part ✌️

“Is it okay if I draw fanart of your fanfic?👉🏼👈🏼”

My brother in Christ we shall have a spring wedding

SAM

fics

sweet like (fluff; 1.7k words)

8:05 (fluff; 3.2k words)

homecoming (hurt/comfort; 3.2k)

everyone adores you, at least i do (fluff, pining; 1.1k)

kny phase over sam is my true love