i swear Martin is awfully cute,the cutest boi I´ver seen,imagine his S/O telling him that 🥺
He really is though! I mean better than most I see now anyways... I would have no problem as his s/o reminding him of that. I imagine it wouldn’t be long till he called me a simp but its fine. I am a proud simp for that shy vampire boy.
* At times, you couldn’t wrap your head around the fact that you were together, you developed a crush on him from day one. When you first spotted him behind the counter at Cuda’s shop, he was so shy, he could barely even look at you.
* You could tell there was something rather special about him, you made sure to stop in every other day.You could definitely tell the shift in his demeanor whenever you would enter the room. He grew flustered, immediately reaching for a broom, or any other object that could keep him preoccupied. As you drew close to the counter he seemed to momentarily glitch, dropping items... still unable to meet your gaze.
*When he finally looked at you, truly looked at you, you could have sworn your heart stopped beating in your chest. There was something in his eyes that caused time to stand still, you were drowning in pools of honey brown. Heat began to rise to his face as he slowly bagged your items. He continued to cast small glances at you as you made small talk.
*Something changed in you that day, it was as though you already knew eventually he would be yours. You would finally get to tell him how wonderful he was, how beautiful his eyes looked in the sunlight. And there was sunlight, bouncing off the counter, it seemed to bathe him in an ethereal glow. You were smitten, That much was obvious. You only wanted to know him in real life.
* And you did. The moment the two of you started dating, he became a staple in your life. You soon decided that everything Martin did was decidedly..’cute’ The way he would perk up whenever you entered the room, even if Cuda was still there. The small freckles that adorned his cheeks, that you only grew familiar with once you stood up close. The way he would chew at his lips randomly whenever he was nervous. It was almost a problem, he worried at his lips often enough that they sometimes began to bruise.
It was about one thirty and you stood on your porch, anxious for Martin to arrive. It was Thursday, Cuda always let him out early... the next day he had completely to himself. It wasn’t long before you glanced down the sidewalk. You could see Martin making his way up the street. You begin to descend down the stairs, watching as he leaps up to grasp at a stray branch.
It was late summer, some of the leaves already started to fall. A hand full of them landed at his feet. You watched as he raked his fingers through his hair, over his shoulders, leaves crunching beneath his feet. He held something in his hands, you couldn’t quite tell from the distance. Every now and then he would clutch it to his chest, the closer he got to your apartment.
You decide to spare him a few steps, and bounded down the concrete stairs. The short metal gate swung open as you stepped out onto the sidewalk with open arms. He practically sprinted his way to you, he managed to lose his step only once. In an instant he hoisted you up in his arms as he begins to pepper kisses against your cheeks. “Y/n.. I missed you so much!!” He panted, cheeks clearly flush from exertion. His breath came out in ragged huffs as he smoothed some of the hair from his eyes.
Your eyes move over his features briefly, and something inside contract. You hated the way you looked at him sometimes, it felt bordering on objectifying. It didn't help that Martin was simply beautiful. Where else were you supposed to look? Your teeth sink into your bottom lips as you reach forward to cup his face.
Just as you expected, his cheeks were flushed, the warmth seemed to seep into your palm. You could feel his warm breath against your fingertips as he nuzzles against your hand.
“Cute...” You manage to whisper. His eyes shoot up to you almost instantly.
“What?” He asks, a look of near astonishment on his face
“Cute..Martin, You’re so cute and lovely... c’mon. Lets go!”
He takes your hand immediately, only slightly lagging behind. He could still feel the gentle hum of sensation of your hand lightly cupping his cheek. His feet felt like lead, like foreign objects dragging across the pavement. All he could think of were your words, and the gentle way you handled him. You thought he was cute?