#blaisevisual

A carnival night with Blaise feels like this.

You arrive as the sun sets and the lights turn the whole place into a glowing dream. Music is loud, the air smells like popcorn, cotton candy and carnival foods, Blaise is already buzzing with energy.

You ride everything. He screams bloody murder on the roller coaster, loud, dramatic, and completely on purpose. At the game stalls you hype him up the whole time, cheering when he wins you the biggest plushies of course he does.

The night ends on the Ferris wheel. Blaise pulls you close, one arm wrapped around you, the other hand gently holding yours. He kisses you softly, then rests his forehead against yours.

“I’m so thankful to be your boyfriend,” he whispers, voice low and sincere against the noise of the carnival below. “Best nights of my life are the ones I spend with you.”

this is PINK PURPLE

Moving into your first apartment together with Blaise and shopping goes like this.

It starts the second you walk through the doors, you immediately swipes a handful of those little pencils, cause what else would they be free for.

Your first stop is food, your trays loaded with Swedish meatballs, fries, and sauce while he dramatically rates the cinnamon buns. Then the real fun begins.

You lose hours wandering through the showrooms. In the kitchens he starts fake arguments with you just to “test the vibe,” gesturing wildly and calling you “my darling wife” in the most theatrical voice until you’re both cracking up. In the bedrooms he stands at the foot of every bed, gives the mattress a little push, then does subtle but not really subtle hip thrusts while raising an eyebrow at you testing the height.

“Blaise, we’re in public,” you hiss, cheeks burning as you swat his arm.

He just smiles and ecplains calmly. “I’m being thorough, my love. Gotta make sure it’s the right height… for sleeping.” The way he says it makes it very clear he’s not thinking about sleep and you know all too well what he means.

When things do get serious, you can’t help but melt a little watching him take the lead, measuring, comparing, writing down references, looking so focused and capable. He looks stupidly good doing it.

Somewhere between the living rooms and the lighting section you find the plushies. You pick up the green alien and hold it next to his face.

“He looks like you.”

Blaise tilts his head. “Why?”

You grin. “Out of this world… and a little weird.”

He gasps, fake offended, “Wow. That’s cold. Alright then—” then grabs the big shark plush and gently bonks you on the head with it. “Well this one is you then.”

“Why?”

“Because you can’t stop biting me every chance you get.” He replies, proud of himself.

You snatch the shark back and hug it to your chest. “I dont bite… Well I do but it's love bites, thank you very much.”

He laughs, soft and warm, and kisses your forehead. “Yeah? Keep those for me then.”

By the end of the day your cart is full of actual furniture, plus the shark and the alien sitting proudly on top like the new unofficial members of your household.

This is YELLOW

Created by Bug 𓆣 | @voidofsunlight

A beach day with Blaise feels like this.

You arrive early afternoon, sun warm on your skin. He helps you out of your clothes, eyes dragging over you as he lets out a low whistle. “Look at you… damn, my love. How am I supposed to behave myself all day?” He smirks at you as he peels off his own shirt and throws it onto your bag, standing there in his swim trunks looking far too good.

The water is perfect. You swim for hours. He lifts you onto his shoulders just to launch you back into the sea, laughing at your squeals. You play shark, chasing each other until he or you catch the other, he can't help pulling you close for a wet, salty kiss before dunking you under water. Every soft hug turns into playful chaos, hands always on you, making sure you come up laughing and breathless.

He insists on playing mermaids “I’m a very serious mermaid, don’t laugh”, shows off his dive moves, and keeps finding new ways to make you smile.

Eventually you return to the towels. While you hunt for seashells, he grabs his camera and starts snapping pictures, hyping you up the whole time. When he catches the shot of you, his face lights up.

He stares at the screen, dramatically clutching his chest. “No no no, you don’t understand. This is it. I need this picture tattooed behind my eyelids. In my brain. In my heart. You’re perfect.”

Your cheeks burn, but he just shakes his head, completely serious. “I’m setting this as my background everywhere. I need everyone to see my girl.”

The rest of the afternoon melts away, sharing snacks and ice cream, headphones in as you listen to music together. The sun slowly sinks while you stay tangled up on the towel, sandy, and stupidly happy.

this is BLUE

An aquarium date with Blaise feels like this.

His hand stays in yours the entire time as you wander through the glowing blue halls. When you stop to read the little info plaques, he listens quietly. When he reads them to you, he pulls you close shifting his hand from your handto your lower back, voice low reading only to you.

But mostly… he watches you.

He watches the way your face lights up at the bright fish, how your eyes follow the jellyfish, how you smile at the tiny creatures. He loves how soft and hypnotized you look under the aquarium lights like the whole ocean is reflecting in your eyes.

At one quieter exhibit, a girl your age shyly approaches you both.

“Hey… sorry to interrupt,” she says, a little nervous, “but I took this picture of you two. You looked really cute together. Do you want it?”

Blaise thanks her softly and you also thank her, your heart feeling warm. He saves the picture immediately.

Later he tells you it’s going straight to his favorites folder.

this is BLUE cause i couldn't decide between beach or aquarium

Your sundays with Blaise go like this.

You wake up to soft golden sunlight spilling across the sheets and the quiet sound of him already in the kitchen. He’s squeezing fresh fruits for you, humming something low under his breath. When you pad in, he greets you with a slow morning kiss and a glass of juice made with love.

Showering together is lazy and familiar, warm water, him brushing his teeth while you wash your hair, switching places with sleepy smiles and gentle touches. You pick out matching outfits.

Your Sunday ritual starts at the long street market you both love. Half flea market, half farmers market. You spend hours wandering hand in hand, digging through Vinyls and vintage finds. He buys you a worn book he knows you’ll love. Later you fill your bags with fresh bread, local jam, and whatever else catches your eye for an improvised picnic.

He carries the blanket in his bag like always. In the park, you lay it out under the sun, unpack everything, and eat slowly while talking about nothing and everything. A little orange and white cat eventually wanders over and claims a spot between you two, purring as Blaise scratches behind its ears.

After eating, you nap in the warm light, your head on his chest, his hands on you to keep you safe. When you wake up, he’s already setting up his small travel palette. He paints you while you read the book he got you earlier, legs stretched across his lap, the soft breeze keeping you both cool. He doesn’t say much, just glances at you with that quiet, focused look he saves for things he loves.

As the sun begins to set, painting everything in honey and gold, you pack up and walk home together, fingers laced, bags heavy with treasures and loving each other a little more in your own calm ways.

This is ORANGE

Created by Bug 𓆣 | @voidofsunlight

Being loved by Blaise feels like this.

He doesn’t need to rush. He never does. After the restaurant and the quiet shopping spree where his hand never left your lower back, he brings you to the suite he booked just for the two of you. No reason. No occasion. Just because he can, and because he likes spoiling you.

The room is bathed in soft lights. Deep colored roses. He runs you a bath, pouring in your favorite scented bubbles and favorite oils, then fills two glasses with rich Bordeaux wine. While you soak, he sits on the edge, shirtless, slowly dragging his big hands across your shoulders, pressing soft kisses along the curve of your neck.

No demands. Just devotion in the form of touch.

Later, he carries you to the bed still damp and glowing. The sheets are expensive, the candles still flickering. He lowers you gently and guides you so he can massages the tension from where your body aches, long, slow strokes, gentle pressure. Every now and then pampering kisses and tender bites on your spine letting his palms get a handful of your hips at times cause he can't help himself,.

You fall asleep under his hands, safe, spoiled, and completely loved.

This is RED

Created by Bug 𓆣 | @voidofsunlight

I didn't have any ideas for a little story IM SORRY 🙏😭

this is GREEN