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TW: yandere themes, kidnapping, use of chloroform, stalking, manipulation of information, mild depression

Based on the music video “Pity Party” by Melanie Martinez

Happily, she dashed out to the mailbox in front of her house. Excited she was, it was finally her birthday.

Y/N had been planning the whole thing for months! The decorations, the food, who would be there, every single detail. The street was completely empty. No vehicles were to be seen. A cool wind greeted her, the sun was covered by clouds. Yet that didn’t discourage her.

Although she didn’t tell anyone about her party, she wanted it to be a formal invitation by letter. So today, one daybefore her birthday, she mails the letters.

Satisfied with the pastel pink envelopes wrapped by a red string, she returned indoors.

He spotted her returning to the house. Slyly, he approached the mailbox. Yanking it open, he took all the letters and closed the can again.

Casting a glance at the house, he smiled to himself. She deserved the best gift of all.

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The night turned to day, and Y/N could not contain her enthusiasm.

“Now I should get ready!” she celebrated, the entrance to her house featured a sign that read .

The room was filled with pastel-colored helium balloons and pink ribbons. Party shades on the coffee table and light blue plastic cups. Trays with pizza and sandwiches were there as well. She even bought her own cake.

“Ah, let’s see,” she thought aloud, “I’ve got everything ready…I just have to get dressed.”

Quickly she ran to the staircase.

On the second floor, she entered her room. Pink walls and white furniture decorated the scene. And in front of her bed, hanging above a standing mirror, was her F/C dress.

She tailored it herself. It was a beautiful F/C tulle dress, fell above the knees, and had a lovely sweetheart cleavage. Stars and sparkles decorated the dress. Layers and layers of fabric rolled out from under the skirt, creating a fluffy look.

“Oooh~ It’s my party and I laugh if I want to, laugh if I want to~” she sang as she put on her dress and makeup for the occasion, “I wonder what gifts I’ll get?”

Looking at her reflection, she applied mascara and blush. She was pleased with the result on her face. She had been practicing for months how to apply makeup for this precise moment.

“Hmm~ hm~ hmm~” he hummed softly as he stirred the mixture in the bowl. He was preparing a chocolate cake recipe. His counter was a complete mess; flour, and eggshells everywhere. He wasn’t the tidiest cook, but the results were worth it. Nor was he the best baker around, but for her, he practiced for months and months. Today was an important day.

Wearing his white apron, he turned to the calendar and sighed happily. The day has finally arrived.

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Sitting in the living room, she waited. At any moment the guests would arrive.

Everything was in place. Everything was ready. Everything was going to be perfect for her birthday.

However, it was very quiet in her home…

“While I wait…” she rose from her seat, approaching her radio she had prepared for the occasion, “Time will pass faster with music.”

Returning to her original seat, she continued to stare at the door.

“Any minute now,” she whispered.

Tick, tock, tick, tock went the clock. With each passing minute, she slipped to the floor. It was tedious. It had passed far too many hours already, where were her friends?

“Maybe they are about to arrive,” she said to herself.

Her gut began to turn, but she told herself it was excitement…yes…that’s what it was.

The egg timer above the oven counted the seconds rapidly. He just watched as the dough puffed up amidst the heat. His eagerness forced him to glance at the clock every so often.

“I guess I should have started earlier,” he sighed, tired of waiting and resting his head gently between both hands. He figured he wasted time as he watched the cards burn in the fire on the stove when he arrived at his house. He couldn’t help it, those…people…they didn’t deserve to be around her a second longer. All so fake.

Standing up, he went to his living room. Over the fireplace was a small picture. With golden flowered frames. It enclosed a picture of a girl, h/c and e/c. She looked lovely.

“Don’t worry, dear,” he whispered to the framed photo, “I willbe at your party~”

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It was already past noon.

The balloons were slowly losing their helium. Already there were flies flying over the food. Even her dress was getting a little wrinkled.

“Ugh!” she jerked up abruptly from the couch, “This must be a mean prank!”

She thought maybe someone would have left her a voicemail, yeah, surely that’s what it is. Maybe they’d have let her know they’d be late.

Picking up the phone, only the sound of silence greeted her. There was no message, there was nothing.

“Hm,” she sighed wearily, dropping the phone. She didn’t care if it hit the floor.

“Did my invitations disappear?” she sobbed a little, “Why did I put my heart in every cursive letter?”

The sobbing morphed quickly into crying. Tears rolled down her cheeks. With both hands, she attempted to stop them. She couldn’t understand what she did wrong, she always did everything she could to fit in.

“I even told them the decorations in pastel ribbons,” looking up, she saw her reflection in the mirror hanging above the telephone table.

She looked awful. Makeup smeared all over her face. Her hair was all matted and tangled.

So much effort for nothing…

Pink icing covered the cake. A spatula helped to keep everything neat. He continued his work as a pastry chef, as he still had to visit her. But to be honest, he wasn’t doing a hundred percent great.

“Damn-” he cursed when a bit of the top decorating wasn’t turning out the right way, “I can fix it.”

With a frosting-filled sleeve of light blue icing, he wrote neatly in cursive letters.

Glancing again at the clock, he saw that it was almost three o'clock in the afternoon.

“Better late than never,” he whispered adding the final strokes, “I think it’s done.”

He grabbed a box he had prepared and placed the cake inside. Wrapping it with a lavender ribbon. He ran back and forth, taking off his apron and getting dressed. Mainly he made sure to have his…other arrangements ready for later.

And he left on his way to her house.

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Popped balloons, severed ribbons, trays of food strewn on the floor, and a smashed cake on the living room table. A scene that portrayed…frustration, to say the least.

The afternoon crept slowly by, a horrible day without a doubt.

Cries echoed through the house.

Y/N was lying on her bed. Lying curled up, she was trying to relax after the outburst she had in the living room.

“Well, to clean up,” sitting down on her bed, she said.

Leaving her room, she detoured first to the bathroom. The dim yellow light illuminated a dark room. The mirror again showed she had smudged mascara and lipstick.

“Today was horrible,” she continued looking at herself in the mirror, “Not my best birthday.”

Tears again trickled down.

“I-it’s not fair,” her voice lacked strength, “I-I just wanted today to be special…”

Turning off the lights of his vehicle, he parked. Night had already fallen. It was totally dark. From his seat, he could see that the light in her bedroom was on, as was the light in the living room.

Without saying anything, he gets out of the car and enters the house. Luckily for him, the door was unlocked. He then thought that she had forgotten to lock it.

“Isn’t she the most forgetful? What would you do without me, honey~” he said in a low whisper. He looked carefully at the entrance, filled with balloons and a beautiful handmade sign.

Then he continued on his way to the living room.

“Oh,” he gasped in surprise at the sight of the mess, “Poor thing.”

He bent down to the floor to pick up the trays, reached for a broom to sweep a little, and grabbed the crushed cake.

“Mine’s better,” he said, tossing this one into the trash can.

“Ugh…” she sighed after blowing her nose with a handkerchief, “Well, at least I have enough food for dinner.”

Heading down the stairs she noticed something…The living room seemed cleaner.

The further down the steps she went, the more she could see. There was no trace of the chaos created by her down here. Approaching the front door, it was locked. So everything was in order, she had locked the door, as she remembered.

“Huh, weird,” she turned toward the living room once more.

She froze instantly.

A pink frosted cake with light blue cursive lettering:

She said nothing but walked over to the cake. It was pretty, yes, but that didn’t take away from the sense of unease of the situation. There were six candles around the edge, most likely for a more decorative purpose. However, these were unlit.

She stood noticing her surroundings. What happened here? Who-?

“Happy birthday~” whispered a voice, deep and masculine, “Oh my, you look so pretty in that dress.”

The person was standing behind her, yet she couldn’t turn around from shock. She was glued in place and through her body ran a tingle of anxiety.

Who was this person?

“I know you spent weeks making it,” the person laughed, footsteps echoing closer, “And it turned out rather heavenly.”

She swallowed hard. What could she do in a situation like this?

“Do you like it? I made it myself,” hands gently rested on my tense shoulders, “Too bad no one came to your party, but don’t worry, I did.”

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Valentine’s Day HC’s W/ MY OCs

Spoiler for new characters in the works.

Warning: Implied Adult Themes
MINORS DNI! Seriously don’t make me reboot my page.

Charles:

• Charles will take you to The Club’s Annual Valentine’s Day Ball and show you off in a beautiful new red dress, matching heels and the most expensive jewelry money can buy. Nothing is too good for you.
• He loves to see the looks on everyone’s faces when they see you on his arm. They all gasp and look at you as if you were a princess. This inflates his ego ten times its normal size.
• When you get home he’s a feral animal. He’ll praise you on your work and give himself a few pats on the back before lunging at you. His hands will feverishly rip and tear away the expensive material covering your body.

Beau:

• Beau is a real sweetheart, he’ll wake up stupidly early in the morning pick flowers, and make you a big hearty breakfast in bed. He’ll even sit and watch you eat the whole thing before going out to do his chores.
• After chores, he’ll come straight back into the house and cover your face in kisses and give you big strong hugs. If you’re doing an at-home date get ready not to leave the bed because you’ll have his full attention for the rest of the day until evening chores.
• If you’re going out he sadly doesn’t have a lot of money but he does have a lot of heart. He’ll try to take you out somewhere nice in town, get himself cleaned up and lookin’ slick. He’ll even wash and clean out his truck just for you.

Oliver:(Name is still in development may change later.)

• Ollie sets up a very special at-home all-day event with candles, music, and lots of roses from the back garden. He wants this special day to be perfect not just for him but for you.
• He’ll start by making you a very special breakfast which he’ll feed to you. Then for the afternoon, he’ll spend the day prepping you for tonight’s dinner by giving a full-on spa treatment; hair, teeth, nails, skin, and more will all be managed perfectly. He’ll put you in a new outfit and then set you up at the dinner table.
• Your evening will wrap up with a walk back to your room and a good night kiss. He’s still too shy even now to spend the night with you. But he’ll make sure that your door is locked and your back in bed at lights out.