#ravenhellishimp

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The clattering of the pills in the bottle shocks him back to the present for a crucial moment, and a cold, clammy hand darts out to grasp the bottle. How big’s a dose again? How much will kill him and how much will shut up these voices in his head?

His hands shake as he unscrews the cap and tries to pour the pills into his hand. He takes five pills. Dry. Ten milligrams. Not enough. Can you overdose on Xanax? Probably. He’d dropped the bottle. He’s reaching for it again when they hit.

Raven leaves a voice message instead of a card and some chocolates and flowers that smell sweet since he can't see them.

The voice note says "Happy valentines day my love. Lots of love your Birdie"

No, he’s not crying, what the fuck are you talking about—

Rolling over in bed and kicking his feet like a schoolgirl, he listens to the voice message again and again while nibbling on a piece of the chocolate and giggling. Smitten bastard. It takes him a good five minutes to relax enough to tell his phone to text Raven back.

[ txt from: nik 💕 ] got ur note

[ txt from: nik 💕 ] wanna come ovr? miss u 💋

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He grins. “Yup! There are perks to having a boyfriend, aren’t there, love?” He’d peck their forehead with affection, but he’s scared to poke his eye out on Raven’s horns, so he settles for giving their hair a good ruffling. “Hopefully Hell’s water doesn’t kill it immediately. Wouldn’t put it past it.”

"Nikki" she says in a soft tone placing the flowers she was holding on the vanity before dropping to the floor and scooping him into her lap. "I'm here"

He gasps as he hears his name, back muscles tightening and hands freezing in place. “No! No, fuck, go— ngh, go away—” His voice sounds pitiful even to his own ears, but it’s not like he’s paying much attention to that sort of stuff.

He scrambles away from the touch, pressing his back against the wall again and wrapping his arms around his legs, rocking back and forth. His cheeks are wet and sticky from the tears, and it’s absolute sensory hell. “Go away, go away, go away, don’t touch me, don’t touch me, please, please, please…” he mumbles over and over again, his fingers twitching and his shoulders shaking.

Your name: Raven (Birdie)

Romantic or platonic?: Romantic

A night in or dinner out or an activity?: Anything so long as you're there.

Ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?: Strawberries

What's your perfect date?: Something fun. I love new experiences.

Would you cook for me?: I can do!

Would you let me cook for you?: Yes if you'd like.

Can we make-out?: Absolutely

Make out in private or in public?: Anywhere you wish x

Do you like to cuddle?: I love to cuddle

Blankets or no blankets for cuddling?: Either, depends on the mood

Couch or bed?: Anywhere and everywhere.

What are at least 3 hobbies of yours?: Singing, Dancing (not great at it) and making friends.

Tell me something about you no else knows: I've lived in all the rings.

Why do you want to be my valentine?: Because I love spending time with you, my love.

What makes you a good Valentine?: I'm yours. And you're mine xxx

supernova

a supernova is a large explosion that takes place at the end of a star's life cycle. it's big, bright and beautiful, although quite sad. if you got this result, i wanna tell you that even if trauma still haunts you- even if you have scars, either on your skin or on your soul, you're still wonderful. you still shine, you're the most incredible work of art in the entire universe. give yourself more credit for all the stuff you've gone through, okay? i'm gonna speak for everyone and thank you for letting us be part of your life.

Tagged by: stolen from @ritzy-cervidae

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Nikki takes a deep breath, hand resting gently on the wood before him. He silently traces the patterns on the door, overthinking his plan of action with one half of his brain and checking over himself with the other. His other hand is tucked safely behind his back, clutching a single rose tightly. He’d have gotten a bouquet, but he thinks that this is more romantic.