#finn ames

finn wants to implode at the mere mention of love. not because he doesn't love you, no. but because he's not sure if he's ready to say it. he doesn't know if he should admit it because he fears that if he does, he'll scare you off. but finn knows he loves you. more than he'd like to admit. even a mere glimpse of you in the hallways or classrooms sends his heart soaring, but finn knows that he loves you because he feels so safe with you.

you're a home he wished he had in his childhood, back when he thought a home was a building. but finn learned that a home is a person's heart, and he's made himself at home in your heart just as much you've found one in his. and he hopes you'll never leave it. there's nowhere else safer for him than in your arms with your hands in his.

finn knows that things will be okay because he loves you, even if he hasn't come around to saying just yet.

there are very few things lance hesitates about. in fact, one might think there's nothing that would make him stumble more than the knowledge that his sister might get a boyfriend one day. but those kinds of people don't know him. they all assume he only has his sister in his mind and nothing else, but that's not true at all.

no, lance hesitates the most when he considers for a brief moment if he truly loves you more than anna. of course, the argument there would be: it's a different kind of love; there's no comparison! but that's not what lance is questions. he doesn't want to be a waste of your time. he doesn't want to look back and realize you were never his first priority when you should've. he doesn't know if he could handle the heartbroken and disappointed look you give him when you realize you weren't his first priority, the first person he thinks of when he wakes up to the last person he thinks of when he falls asleep.

lance knows you should be. and therefore, he questions his love for you. and when he realizes that you're no mere second or third priority in his life, lance feels comforted. only when he is self-assured can he face you as your lover. because you deserved his full devotion.

of course he does; dot has no doubt in his mind that you are the only thing on his mind for a good portion of the day. he daydreams and dreams about you, spends any spare waking moment wondering what you're doing, if you've ate, if you're sleeping well, if you're having a good day, and so on. to dot, you're on a whole different level of vip, even more than his friends and sister. so yes, dot doesn't hesitate to say bold declarations of love because what else could these feelings be?

dot is the picture perfection description of a simp, down bad, head over heels, and rose-tinted glasses all at once. there's really no question behind it when he's grinning like an idiot at a picture of you and him on your latest date, rubbing it into his friends faces and declaring you as nothing short of his heart, soul, and world. and dot's words are only simple and bold because he sees no need to use fancy, illustrating words for the love that burns for you night and day.

abyss loves you like you're the only reason he gets up in the morning. he doesn't even have to open his eyes to think about you; the darkness beneath his eyelids makes him crave your blinding smile and warm embrace immediately. oh, how he longs for the future days where you can wake up in his arms, the mornings and nights when you're the first and last thing he sees. abyss knows he loves you... he craves you in more than mere carnal ways.

abyss has no need of the sun when he has you; abyss has no need of a large manor that he grew up in the basement of when he has you. he needs nothing else but you, and there's nothing that deters him from knowing that he loves you. and he knows you know he loves you because you're so gentle with him, his heart, his body, his soul. there's no amount of words he could say to describe how you make him feel, but all he knows is that you must be a reward, a blessing from the heavens because he had some great and marvelous thing i his past life.

whenever abyss looks at you, he knows. all the trouble and suffering in his childhood was all the more worth it when he found you in his life. found you in the sunlight, humming and swaying with the sunny breeze, sitting there like you had stepped out of a painting, feeling like you were made of silk. how soft and delicate his love is, but stronger than anything else in the universe.

is there truly a word abel could use to describe how he feels around you? was there really a phrase of sorts, something poetic but simple that he could use to explain how painful yet delightful his love for you is? he wonders, truly.

abel is no genius with his feelings, but he knows that you are what he's been looking for. you are the other half of his soul, the puzzle piece that fits the you-shaped gap in his heart; you're simply so perfect for him to love that abel feels like it is a sin to love you. a sin to love you and desire you the way only he could, to crave you and seek you out when he misses the sight and feel of you, perhaps even the taste of your lips on his.

abel is no genius with his feelings, yet he knows that this love between you and him are for the two of you alone. no one else gets to lay a hand on it, lest this love be a sin to anyone else, a maze of torturous wants and needs that could only be fulfilled by you. but they can't have you. because abel has you. therefore, this love is only for you and you alone.

there's very little wirth feels like he needs to prove. he knows he's strong, he knows he's smart and has wealth that his other peers are jealous of. and he knows he loves you.

but does he? does he love you the way you deserve? are you content being loved by him? are you pleased with the love you've found in hi heart, all for you to take and take with no expectations of giving anything in return? perhaps a glance or two his way and maybe a smile will do nicely, wirth thinks. he'll do just about anything and everything that you wish him to do, just as he had for his father who gave him no recognition and no praise for his hard work. you, on the other hand, gave when you weren't required to. you recognized, acknowledged, and praised him beyond words. you touched his heart when no one else wanted to, and now he's so hopelessly yet willingly yours.

wirth knows he will never be happier with anyone else. they could never provide him with what you give him, even if you didn't need to. all your sweet words and touches, warm eyes and hands, down to your very breath seems to sing praises to him, and wirth thrives.

oh please, please ask rayne if he loves you. please ask when he knew he loved you. he begs. he begs and pleads and waits for the day you walk about to him with the cutely curious glint in your eyes, adorably asking him when he knew he loved you because he has an answer. an answer that's been holed up in his pocket like a housekey waiting to be brought out at the end of a tiring day of work.

rayne knew he loved you the moment you came to him in tears, apologizing over and over again until he was more worried you were going to pass out from the lack of air in your lungs than whatever you did wrong. he found it so silly yet lovable that you were so sorry that you spilled your morning coffee on his rabbit handkerchief, knowing he cherished it. but there was nothing more he cherished than you. rayne loves you more than all the money in the world, all the wealth and comfort the world and its people could lay at his feet. why would he need all that when he has you right beside him? don't be silly, he has no thoughts of leaving you, so you shouldn't be either. you were his for the taking to day you sobbed into his chest over spilled coffee on his handkerchief. you were his to love and cherish and keep when he tilted your head up and had the first taste of your lips against his.

there's no love like rayne's, and rayne knows he got you hook, line, and sinker.

ah yes, the one man who acts like you don't mean anything more to him than a housemate and a coworker. orter is insufferably emotionally constipated, so please bless him if he can't show his love for you properly. orter has considered telepathically sharing his thoughts with you whenever he thinks of you and fawns over you in his head, but he doesn't because he knows neither of you will get anything done. you're better off having blind faith that this guy loves you because while you and him think he's being sly and sneaky, his coworkers and especially his brother can see otherwise.

how do you now know that he covers the table with his head when you go under to grab something you dropped? how do you not realize that he has memorized your coffee order top to bottom? how do you not see how he knows how you like your eggs, steak, or any food order that you've made at any restaurant? how do you not see orter madl going above and beyond for you?

the answer is simple: he's never given you a reason to expect anything less. orter, from acquaintance to marriage, never gave you a reason to expect anything less from you because he knew when he met you that you were going to be something else to him. cringey, i know, and he knows too, but there's really no other way to explain it. but because that's the case, you don't see his efforts because orter doesn't want you to. he doesn't want to be praised for something he sees elementary, basic, and put promptly, the lowest standard.