*ੈ Valen✩‧₊˚

My name is Valentina, I'm 21 years old, and this is my personal blog where I talk randomly about anything or simply repost cute things <3

I am lesbian, non-binary, and asexual. I also use neopronouns and xenoidentities/genders.

My alterhuman identities are angelkin and fictionkin

I'm a Host in a OSDD sys and tourettic. I also have physical health issues. I might talk about that at some point, but don't worry! I'll make sure to include a trigger warning.

Before you read my blog, you should know that many of my older posts don't have the corresponding trigger warnings; I'll fix that over time. I feel it's necessary to say that I'm an adult and, sometimes, though not always, I'm going to post adult content. I know I can't stop minors from following me or seeing my posts, but consider yourselves warned.

I'm a Mello (Death Note) Yumeshipper

Although my yumeship dates back to 2014.

DNI:

Basic DNI criteria (racists, xenophobes, transphobes, homophobes, LGBTphobes in general, ETC) - P3d0 - N3cr0 - z00 etc - If you sexualize age regression, I don't want you here either - Anti-agere - Anti-alterhuman - Antipagan - Anti-xenos/Anti-neopronouns - fatphobes - toxic people in general - Yumeship Doubles - Anti- Soulbond - DNI if you support YandereDev - anti shifting ´- pro israel - anti Argentina

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Mello constantly had to watch his boyfriend play video games, which wasn't unusual; he'd always loved them. But since they started living together, Mihael had noticed certain habits that had previously gone unnoticed.

For some reason, when Matt played video games, he got so focused that he ended up sticking his tongue out. Yes, like a cartoon character.

The blond watched him from the other side of the sofa, intently observing him play something whose name he didn't even know.

"Why do you do that?" Mello asked, almost without thinking.

Matt paused his game and turned to look at him.

"What?" he blurted out, confused. "What are you talking about?"

It seemed the brunette had no idea about his habit.

"You know… when you stick your tongue out while playing."

"…Do I do that?"

In the end, Matt was even more confused than Mello.

"I guess… we all do something like that?" The one with green eyes shrugged. "You scratch your nose when you lie."

Michael tilted his head like a confused dog. It was impossible for him to do something so obvious without noticing.

"No, I don't." He shook his head… and scratched the side of his nose.

Versión en ingles disponible en Ao3 -

Constantemente Mello debía ver a su novio jugar videojuegos, lo cual no tendría nada de inusual, él siempre había amado los videojuegos, pero desde que empezaron a vivir juntos Mihael había sido capaz de notar ciertos hábitos que antes pasaban desapercibidos. 

Por alguna razón cuando Matt jugaba videojuegos se concentraba tanto que terminaba sacando la lengua. Si, como una caricatura. 

El rubio lo miró desde el otro lado del sofá, viendo atentamente cómo jugaba algo de lo que él no sabía ni el nombre. 

¿Por qué haces eso? - Preguntó Mello, casi sin pensar del todo. 

Mail pauso su juego y volteo a verlo.

Que? - Soltó confundido - De qué hablas?

Parece que el castaño no tenía ni idea de su hábito. 

Ya sabes… cuando sacas la lengua al jugar.

... .¿Hago eso? 

Al final, Matt terminó más confundido que Mello. 

Supongo que… todos hacemos algo así? - El de ojos verdes se levantó de hombros - Tú te rascas la nariz cuando mientes. 

Michael ladeo la cabeza como un perro confundido. Era imposible que hiciera algo tan obvio sin notarlo. 

Mello threw himself face-first onto his bed, letting out a small cry into his pillow.

He couldn't understand how his classmate, Mail "Matt" Jeevas, could be so…

It had been a month since Mihael admitted he was in love, and although he had initially tried to get closer, the truth was he'd given up very quickly. It wasn't like him to give up or let someone win; on the contrary, he would normally be the most competitive person in the world and try to beat anyone by any means necessary. But love is very different from competing with a rival for a trophy. This time, the blond boy didn't have a rival to fight against, no one to prove he had won. This time, the rival was himself and the possibility that Matt didn't feel the same way.

Mihael lifted his face from his pillow, staring out his bedroom window.

He couldn't quite understand it. How could he fall in love with Matt?

He was a completely ordinary, average guy. He played video games instead of leaving the house, barely passed his exams, wore stupid t-shirts with anime quotes or memes like "Gaymer," watched anime in class and got sent to the principal's office for it, had freckles on his cheeks and across his nose, had beautiful green eyes, and his naturally brown hair was badly dyed red, still showing some brown streaks… Mello would love to touch that hair, help him dye it better, play those silly games with him, even though he didn't really know how, listen to Matt talk about his action anime, laugh together at the memes on his t-shirts, and buy the stupidest clothes possible together.

When the blond boy snapped out of his thoughts and came back to himself, he found himself smiling, with a few tears escaping his cheeks.

AU escuela secundaria - Versión en ingles disponible en Ao3

Mello se arrojó de cara contra su cama, soltando un pequeño grito contra su almohada. 

No podía entender cómo su compañero de clase, Mail “Matt” Jeevas, podía ser tan… el

Había pasado un mes desde que Mihael admitió que estaba enamorado y, aunque en un principio intentó acercarse, la verdad es que se rindió en muy poco tiempo. No era propio de él rendirse o dejar ganar, al contrario, normalmente sería la persona más competitiva del mundo e intentará ganarle a cualquiera de cualquier forma posible, pero el amor es muy diferente a competir con un rival por un trofeo. Esta vez, el rubio no tenía un rival contra quien pelear, no había nadie para demostrar que había ganado, esta vez el rival era el mismo y la posibilidad de que Matt no sintiera lo mismo. 

Mihael despegó el rostro de su almohada, mirando hacia la ventana de su habitación. 

No podía entender lo del todo, cómo podía enamorarse de MATT?

Era un chico completamente común y promedio, jugaba videojuegos en lugar de salir de su casa, aprobaba los exámenes por dudas penas, usaba remeras muy estúpidas con frases de anime o memes como “Gaymer”, veía anime en clase y era enviado a la dirección por eso, tenía pecas en las mejillas y sobre su nariz, tenía unos lindos ojos verdes, su cabello naturalmente castaño estaba muy mal teñido de rojo, aun mostrando unas partes marrones… Mello amaría tocar ese pelo, ayudarlo a teñirlo mejor, jugar esos tontos juegos con él, aunque realmente no supiera hacerlo, escuchar a Matt hablar de sus animes de acción, reírse juntos de los memes en sus camisetas y comprar la ropa mas estupida posible juntos. 

At first, Matt was slightly dismayed by Mello's insults. They were never anything too personal or brutal, just random insults in random conversations.

Matt began to wonder if his best friend truly saw him as a friend and not some kind of slave. It took a couple of years of living together, plus the formal start of their romantic relationship, for the brunette to notice what was happening.

That was Mello's strange way of showing affection. It sounds stupid, or even toxic, but they weren't malicious insults as anyone would think. Somehow, the blond was trying to do what he'd never been taught: show love to someone.

"You're an idiot," Mello said with a soft chuckle.

They were both sitting on the sofa in their dirty apartment, the television in front of them, and Matt was frantically flipping through the channels.

"Just pick something, moron."

At that moment, the brunette stopped and looked back at his boyfriend.

“I love you too, idiot,” he said softly, with a slight smile.

Matt knew how to leave Mello speechless all the time. This time, the blond just stared at him like a cat caught in the act, his cheeks slowly turning pink.

Lenguaje de amor, versión en ingles disponible en Ao3

TW// leves insultos (nada cruel)

Al principio Matt se sentía ligeramente consternado sobre los insultos de Mello. Nunca eran cosas demasiado personales, o brutales, solo eran insultos aleatorios en conversaciones aleatorias. 

Mail comenzó a preguntarse sobre si su mejor amigo realmente lo veía como un amigo y no como algún tipo de esclavo. Tuvieron que pasar un par de años de convivencia, además del inicio formal de su relación romántica, para que el castaño notara lo que estaba ocurriendo. 

Esa era la extraña forma de Mello de mostrar afecto. Suena estupido, o hasta toxico, pero no eran insultos malintencionados como cualquiera lo pensaría. De alguna manera el rubio intentaba hacer lo que nunca le habían enseñado: demostrar amor a alguien. 

“Eres un idiota” - Solto Mello con una leve risita. 

Ambos estaban sentados sobre el sofá, en su sucio departamento, la televisión estaba frente a ellos y Matt no paraba de cambiar los canales frenéticamente. 

“Solo elige algo, tarado” 

En ese momento el castaño se detuvo y volvió a ver a su novio. 

“Yo también te amo, estupido” - Dijo con tono suave y una ligera sonrisa. 

Matt sabía cómo dejar a Mello sin palabras todo el tiempo. Esta vez, el rubio solo se quedó mirándolo como un gato que fue descubierto haciendo una travesura, con sus mejillas que lentamente se tornaban rosadas.