sweethearts headcanons : a valentine's day headcanon prompt inspired by the cute little sweethearts candies. a fun little way to explore your muse(s) romantic side ! feel free to answer all or some of the questions per prompt. / specify for multis !
WOW : is your muse easily drawn to the appearance of someone to grow an immediate interest in them? if appearances aren't their big thing, what is their wow factor to grow interest?
BE TRUE : when your muse is spending time with a crush or a potential lover, are they being authentic to themselves or do they pretend to be authentic for whatever reason they may have?
CALL ME : when your muse is talking to someone they're romantically interested in, how do they tend to reach out first? if they reach out first? by phone? by text message? through dms? what was their first call/dm/text like?
BE GOOD TO ME : in your own muse's words, what kind of qualities do they look for to feel like they're being treated well by them? or, alternatively, how does your muse treat their partner to show that they're being good to them?
XOXO : is your muse more of a hugger, a kisser, or are they a mix of both? what kind of hugs do they give? what are their kisses like?
TRUST ME : how guarded is your muse when it comes to someone they're interested in? do they gradually lower their walls over time or does it all come down during one pivotal moment? what does it take for your muse to trust someone? does your muse believe they're trustworthy?
FIRST KISS : has your muse already had their first kiss? is it a memory they look fondly on or find a bit laughable in hindsight? if your muse hasn't had their first kiss, are they someone to believe in the perfect first kiss or not?
DATE ME : what kind of dates is your muse more interested in? do they like cozy, more personal dates? do they like dates that take them out of their comfort zone and go practically everywhere? do they have a perfect date in their mind?
REAL LOVE : what is love like to your muse? does your muse believe in the idea of real love or are they someone that has a harder time trying to define that?
SAY YES : how easy is it for your muse to say yes to their partner or lover? do they cave easily or do they try and resist for a bit before finally saying yes? what are some things that they say yes to?
HOLD HANDS : is your muse likely to reach out and hold hands first or do they hope that the person their interested in will hold their hand? how do they like to hold hands; waffles ( fingers interlaced ), pancakes ( palms flat ), or it doesn't matter?
YOU'RE IN MY HEART : what kind of memories or moments does your muse hold very close to them? are these moments big or are they small and subtle? why do they still hold them close to their heart?
SOUL MATE : does your muse believe in soulmates? do they also believe in the idea of platonic soulmates or do they only believe that soulmates are romantic? what does a soulmate mean to them?
EVER AFTER : does your muse believe that they deserve a "happy ending" with someone they're interested in or are they more realistic with those kind of things? what would they consider as their "ever after"? is it something like marriage or something deeper?
listen I know full well that like. telling my crush I like them and them not feeling the same way won't ruin the friendship. but man my brain is like ur gonna be down a friend because you can't Shut Up
Anywhere you go, let me go too; Love me, that's all I ask of you || Cheslock Valentine's Day Drabble
Valentine’s Day.
The holiday that simultaneously reminds all the couples of the world that love exists between them and it’s a glorious feeling whereas everyone else who is single is recalled that another day has passed where they can’t be with those they love, for whatever multitude of reasons there may be, and that they may never be. A terrible excuse for a holiday really. For the past twenty eight or so years Chester kept indifferent thoughts regarding the day of shared love, though most were expressed in disgust towards the younger couples that felt it necessary to express their ignorant adolescent feelings in public whenever they felt so; repulsive to say the very least.
-- But this year, it was all different.
Pacing around his flat with one arm held closely to his chest and tucked under the other with its fingers drumming over his clenched lower lip Chester’s face strained in concentration. Many unusual thoughts had been plaguing him for the past few weeks and as the day of lover’s approached rapidly the load upon his thoughts did not level. Not once before had he considered the idea of sending out a gift to show feelings that had never surfaced but come this time of the year, nothing was ever to be the same as years past. Easily his paces increased to a moment when if taken any faster it was sure that a daze would soon overlay the feline’s already refractured sanity. Abruptly the thud of grave footsteps against the hardwoods rang throughout the devoid flat as Chester halted from his cantering and stood in the center of the void, his eyelids lightly draped over sapphire hues. Glancing over towards his laptop settled on the end table aside from typical seat a heavy sigh flew part from his lips. Dropping his arms to his side Chester ambled over and brushed off the riddles that found their way about his flat for the last few days before taking the laptop on his knees and flipping it open. With one look at the blank screen the Cheshire quickly shut it closed and fell his face into his palms.
What was he doing? He had never given a wit about this day in any years before, so why had he felt compelled to start now? Broad hands flushed down his cheeks before irises caught a look over past the small vase holding the three white roses painted red laying on the end table aside of his with one of the riddles at it's base.
What am I?
Without a second of hesitation Chester threw open the laptop once again, this time ready to begin.
Mimicking the charades of the winter holidays there is a gift box at the foot of 221B, albeit noticeably smaller than the one of that before. There is no indication of who it may be from, and without any prior alerts to the consulting detective, it was truly a gift from a stranger; But, if he were to open it and read into the contents inside the sender would no longer remain much of a mystery.
The first thing noticed when after opened from the box is a heart shaped box with a small bundle of green, purple, blue, and white orchids tied neatly together with a disk that read "Watch Me (before anything)" across it and it would be wise for Sherlock to comply in doing so, and so he would. Once he inserted the disk to his player and clicked to watch the image of his feline doppelganger appeared on the screen in what appears to be adjusting his camera. After a minor second or so Chester sat settled with sea tinted hues locked with the camera.
"Hi." The murmur finally escaped from tightened lips. "Hello there Sherlock," He restated himself. "It so seems that today is renowned both here and where you are as one that most people are accustomed to be celebrating whatever this day is about with those that they --" It didn't take too long into the recording for the anxiousness felt to the cat to be shown apparent through the recording as Chester bit down on his lower lip and had given up on finishing his thought. "Well then," He smacked his lips with his usual cheery facade crossing over his expression with a grin pulling it's way against his mouth. "-- I guess I should start explaining what you'll find inside. First is first, you've probably taken a few glances at the small bouquet of orchids, each will become more significant later, but those are...what you favor, right?" He tilted his head ever so slightly before shaking it off and pursuing on.
“Along with the small bundle of orchids you’ll see a small heart shaped box, those were the only ones they had,” He quickly interjected over remembering all the sideways stares fueled by judgment and haze. It wasn’t of Chester to be seen out and about buying what appeared to be gifts for anyone so a few glares were to be expected. “-- filled with assorted chocolates and truffles because according the rules of the day everyone must buy everyone some arrangement of tempting snacks. Don’t ask me why people would want to fatten each other up with sweets on this day, or any time at all. Where I come from there’s a story about that and it didn’t exactly end well.” It could be heard over the recording of the cat clicking his tongue off the side of his mouth whilst he tilted his head and shrugged his shoulders. It wouldn’t take a genius to notice the unrest circling about the feline as he shifted around in his seat with the laptop shaking in spastic intervals. All movements were relented after the recorder was set on the table in front of him and the came focused to fixate on his entire frame.
“I want to…um,” Through the screen Chester wiped his fingers before his mouth and evaded his hues down as he stuttered over finding the right words to say. That has been happening a lot lately, the stuttering and pondering. It wasn’t associated with his typical norm but he was the Cheshire Cat, there was little to nothing normal about anything from his actions to his demeanor. Leveling his glance back to the camera Chester continued on with his hands now tucked at his sides. “-- I want to say something about that one time a while back where I sent you something that looked like I was…with someone else I just wanted to say,” He folded in his lips as of afraid to say what was to come next but one shouldn’t confused being timid for being a coward. “--That wasn’t me, it was that one actor that happens to look like us, I—I’m not even sure how I found it. When I sent it I didn’t mean for it to come across as me trying to show you that I’ve gotten over you but because I was thinking of you, and I wanted to do that to you; I wanted that to be us. I can’t ever imagine doing anything like that with anyone, not after what we’ve done. I'm sorry for misleading you in what I wanted you to think, I'm sorry.”
After confessing the first half of his sins the man in the screen took in a deep breath as did he a pause and locked his glacier hues at the camera as if trying to loose himself in the vastness that was his mirrors eyes. Though he knew he wasn’t looking directly at Sherlock at the time Chester still felt that he was connected to his twin flame despite how time would have passed by the time the detective would view his recording. Blinking his eyelids the Cheshire took a brief look down with another inhale of courage before shifting himself to sit proper and edge closer to the laptop before continuing on in his concedes.
“I miss you Sherlock Holmes. I tried to keep my distance from you when you asked me to but I can’t keep myself from missing you. I miss you cradling me and telling me it’s going to be all right because even if I know it’s not going to ever be alright for me you’re the only that can make me believe that it might be. I miss the days we shared together because then I thought that it’s more painful to be alone rather than to risk being with someone. I can’t forget those nights we spent together because no one has made me feel excitement and pleasure like you have. I miss you.” Chester only stopped for a moment to take in a much needed breath and to wipe his hands over the wetness pooling behind his eyes, though he managed to masquerade it as only to wipe drowsiness from under his cheeks.
“I miss simply being around you because whenever I am I don’t feel as weighed down by all the sins that I’ve done through the lands and to whom I’ve enacted me wrath upon and,” Chester’s mouth gawked open straining out a breathe. The word suddenly became hard to search for from his mind and all that escaped were the feeble sighs that he failed at holding back. Canting his face off to the side Chester blanketed his eyelids over sea-faring hues and broth calmly before he matched his gaze back at the camera. “-- I like it. I like being able to genuinely smile instead of do my usual grin and chuckle and acts like it’s okay, that I’m okay when I’m not, I’m not okay. I like being around you, and as much as I keep telling myself I can’t be anymore, I’m lying to myself. I tried listened to you and I tried to figure out myself and what I want but I can’t do that, not without you here with me and guiding me towards what’s right and what’s not because I have no idea where to start or where to go when I do. I can’t stop thinking about you Sherlock, I've never been able to since the first time we've met each other, but I don’t know if I want to or not. I don’t know much of anything anymore, not at least when I’m with you. All I know is that when I’m around you I’m not me, I don’t feel like myself…but I don’t think that’s a bad thing.”
At this moment in the video Chester was sent into a slight panting for breaths with his cheeks flushing a sweet shade of pink over it's flesh complimenting the softened blue tints circling his broken irises. Silence is held out for what appears to be unrelenting minutes on end but after the mere only seconds it truly was a sniffle is heard from the recording and the former feline is seen wiping his index under his nose, but oh, this wasn't the end, not just yet.
"There's more of your gifts resting under your box of chocolates. If you look under you'll see that there are four envelopes signed each with the name of each of the orchids from before; four orchids four envelopes. Inside each are some works I've composed for the piano and complementing violin sheet music. I've been entwined to a lot of time to myself and I...got bored." That was the least and far from the truth from what he was saying. "I wasn't entirely sure if you knew how to play the prior but I know you'll be able to play the later. Now this will give you a reason to use to play the new model I bought you during the winter holiday." His lips twitched at remembering over the scenes that played out during the time of December.
"That isn't the last of it just yet, there's one last thing hiding beneath whatever you may think you see. If you search your way to the bottom of the box you'll find a small brown bound book, a journal to be exact, a journal of mine." Folding in his lips he ran his tongue across his lower lip and looked down from the camera before furrowing his brow and looking back up. "It's my stories of Wonderland, everything that I could remember after coming to this land. I began writing them all down after I escaped from the asylum so that if anything had happened there and I do begin to loose what memories I had I wouldn't truly but have them in writing. These are nothing like his interpretation from the curious little girl's view, these are my views and memories of what really happened down the rabbit hole; and I want you to have it. I don't need it anymore, I've never forgotten any of my life in Wonderland but I think these stories may be ones that you'll find enjoyment in reading."
After he had gone through explaining over the contents of his gifts Chester took in a much needed breath. After saying most of what he had under one breathe each, the vigor in his tone become thin and winded. Huffing out a last breath Chester matched his eyes into the camera once more. "I know that I'm probably the last person you want to hear from today and certainly the last you wan to receive anything from but I think that you deserve a reminder that you deserve to be happy and I'm sorry that I've made you everything but. Happy Valentine's Day Sherlock Holmes, you deserve one." And at that the recording on the screen clicked off.
Just as he was told, there were four envelopes underneath the heart shaped box, each titled with the color of one of the irises and sealed into each were compositions for both the piano and violin as well as an audio file on an SD card that had an audio recording of each of the piano arrangements: Blue Orchid, White Orchid, and Purple Orchid. But wait, there's something different about the one noted as Green Orchid. Unlike the others, there is not an audio file but another disk, another video. If Sherlock were to watch this one he would be greeted by the face of his once lover once more but this time there is something different about him.
Shifting around in his seat Chester situated a fairly substantially sized acoustic guitar to fit square in his lip. His facade appears to be more worn and fragile than in the confession video prior and his tone is damper with sorrow and grief lining each of his words spoken from his lips. "Hello again Sherlock. If you're watching this you've gone through each composition, obviously, and you have either decided to listen to them all before or skipped straight to watching this one," He pursed his lips. "obviously. Now I'm think you have a few questions regarding this," He motioned against the instrument held in his lap and palms. "-- and why this is rather a video instead of an audio like the others. Well the answer to that is quite simple, I've gotten tired of simply writing only piano and violin arrangements and wanted to try my hand at something that seemed to be cool and hip to play nowadays so I --- borrowed this from someplace, I don't even know where, and taught myself. That and I know that orchids are your favorite flower, I don't know why (they were the catty bunch in the flower bed), and green is likewise in regards to you color choice, so...I wanted this one to be special for you. There are also lyrics to this one so," Chester breathed softly before clearing his throat. "--without further ado, here's Green Orchid."
Curling his fingers around the neck of the guitar Chester broke his glance from the screen and focused on how to play the instrument he held in his hands. Breathing out a sigh Chester began to play strums against the strings. After playing his way into a few chords easily the lyrics began to sing from his lips, though he kept his gaze turned away from the recorder. "And I'd give forever to touch you, because I know that you feel me somehow..."
His tone is soft and timid while he leads along the lyrics and the more he plays the stronger his sound becomes until the his lyrics pause for him to be overtaken by bridge and being entirely surrounded by his own playing. Throwing shut his eyes he held back the tears that welled behind his eyes. All of his memories revolving around the memories shared between the two lover's and as just the Chester began to play the last verse his face snapped up and locked to the camera for the rst of his song. He hadn't bothered trying to hide his tear any longer and the cat's puffed cheeks soon became wet under the escaped tears that pooled at his yes.
"And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am"
Continuing to strum through the ending of the song whilst he had finished the lyrics. Keeping his gaze fixated into the camera all care that he had about the day was lost to the image Sherlock's smile and the feeling of his hands wrapped around his neck with his fingers toying with his curls; everything that he adored about the other and how he wanted, no needed, the other to be beside right now again. Finally Chester eased his plays down until no sound was heard from the other end as he ended the song, whilst his breathes shook unevenly. Suddenly the image of the cat reaching over the screen flashed across the screen before -- click! -- and back to a blank screen.
*leaves a bundle of carnations with a little note* 'happy valentine's day with love'
Chester scanned over the note with thoughts swarming of whom could have decided to gift the so called "unlovable" feline with the custom bouquet. Glancing back over the petals his shoulders arched up in a shrug and he waltzed over to the rubbish bin and tossed both flowers and note inside.
