dream-a-little-longer-1

[dream-a-little-longer-1]

If you're seeing this dear anon,pls tell me if tags started working again

hi! did u delete your mtp works? was planning to read them again but there are no posts found when i search on the tags :(

Hello dear!!

Im surprised to hear that!!all my works are still here,maybe its some sort of glitch???

May i ask what tags did you search for?

[dream-a-little-longer-1]

hi! did u delete your mtp works? was planning to read them again but there are no posts found when i search on the tags :(

Hello dear!!

Im surprised to hear that!!all my works are still here,maybe its some sort of glitch???

May i ask what tags did you search for?

[dream-a-little-longer-1]

Ahh who am i kidding. Im gonna give up on writing for this blog since i feel like no one reads them....

[dream-a-little-longer-1]

Opening ask box to talk (pls dont send requests)

How is everyone today?

[dream-a-little-longer-1]

Beautiful Pain :

Helping these characters on a rough day

Author : so hello!!(人*´∀｀)

No,im not dead. I was just really busy and didnt feel like writing honestly.

And like,i see blogs getting so much love (lots of likes, comments and just simple asks about their writing,not requests) that it just makes me upset how nobody really enjoys mine :)

*sighs* honestly im used to it so its ok.

Anyways! here's something for u guys ;)

✧*.｡*♡✧*.｡*♡✧*.｡*♡✧*.｡*♡✧*.｡*♡✧*.

Albert

•as soon as Albert closes the doors to your room behind himself

•he lets out a heavy sigh; rubbing his temple with shaky hand

•he can already feel a headache coming

•so when he lays down on your shared bed,and burrows further into the cold sheets that feels like heaven

•he doesnt expect anyone to knock on his door

•his heart thumps with sadness when he thinks bout having to deal with another matter

•After all duty is more important than anything

•but just as he's about to rise up,the door opens slowly,and in the darkness of the room,he can see your figure shyly stepping inside

•he can always recognize you,even in the dark

•even if he's blind

•so when you move towards him,where he's currently sitting on the bed

•he reaches out for you,and takes hold of your hand

•before planting a gentle kiss on your knuckles

• "Darling," and he hates how his voice is so tired

•and of course,you notice. You always do

•so when you slowly bury your fingers into his soft chocolate locks

•and start messaging his head

•and Albert can swear that he's died and went to heaven

•without realizing,he leans into your touch;until his forehead is resting against your stomach

•and finally,after a long week

•he feels like he can breath

.

William

•when William sits down on the couch in the wee hours of the night

•a deep,bone crushing numbness and exhaustion settles in his body

•his eyes are heavy,and they sting

•William rubs at them without any gentleness;applying an amount of unnecessary pressure until he can see stars dancing behind his eyelids

•and a heavy sigh breaks through from his mouth

•he feels exhausted, so much that he doesnt bother to take off his coat,or go to his own bedroom

•instead,he settles right there;head uncomfortably laying low from the lack of pillow

•but he doesnt care

•he just wants to sleep

•so when a pair of gentle hands raise his head slowly, only to place a pillow under it

•William knows its you, without opening his eyes

•because only you has ever treated him so gently

•you place a soft blanket on him,and with a kiss to his forehead,brush his golden locks away from his eyes

•William sighs out a breath of relief, whispers a small "thank you,my love",

•and falls into a deep sleep

[dream-a-little-longer-1]

Alone i break :

Warnings : angst, spoilers for manga, hopeful(?) Ending

Sometimes everything and nothing is too much to bear. sometimes,you need to close your eyes,and imagine your deepest dreams,be your reality.

✧*.｡*♡✧*.｡*♡✧*.｡*♡✧*.｡*♡✧*.｡*♡✧*.

The orange and yellow rays of the setting sun,shone through the open window; lightening up the small, cramped space.

The room didnt have much,save for the single chair and a small desk by the window,and a wooden bed; covered by a thin blanket that would do nothing against the harsh cold of the winter breeze through the night.

But none of these would be able to faze the man that lost way too much.

That lost everything in a fire that started by his own two hands.

"dont you feel cold,Albert?

He doesnt raise his head;he knows you're not real.

But he allows himself to be lulled into this dance;to talk and talk with the ghost of your memories, because he knows if he stops, he'll lost whats left of his sanity.

So he smiles;dull and dry, and continues to write on the wrinkled paper with the last of his ink.

"mn. Its not that cold. Nothing to be concerned about."

He can hear you rolling your eyes at him.

"why act so tough? If you're cold,then say you're cold. There's no need to act like it doesnt bother you."

The sound of the tip of the pen moving along the rough surface of the paper fills the silence between you.

"is that so?" He hums

"it is so." You argue back.

Albert smiles;not brighter than before,and looks up through the curls covering his forehead and half of his eyes.

You're sitting on the edge of the windowsill;your face adorned by a small frown and pout while you cross your arms around your chest.

Its sad,how a memory can feel so alive .

"i always tell you to stop masking it all. Share your problems with the people around you. let them in;let them help you. But i guess old habits die hard,no?"

You're right,like always .

After all,its been three years since he started talking with the memories of the person he loved the most,and cant seem to stop.

He doesnt want to stop. Not even if that means he'll loose his mind talking with an illusion that resembles you.

He doesnt answer though; choosing to stare down and continue on with his writing.

There's silence between you again;one so long that Albert thinks you might've left for the night.

You always do. You never stay till morning comes.

But the sound of light footsteps,one he remembers from three years ago,makes him glance over his shoulder from the corner of his eyes.

You're standing behind him; leaning to peek at his writing.

"what're you writing anyways?"

"remember the first night we went out together?"

"yeah?"

He smiles, "im writing about that."

You lean over more, resting your chin on his shoulder.

If he close his eyes and take a deep breath,maybe he can feel your soft breathing against his cheek too.

He stares firmly at the paper in front of him.

"why?"

"why about that night?"

"why do you write?"

He can see the ink begining to dry on the pen;he starts writing again.

"because...im afraid."

Your voice sounds genuinely curious when you speak next

"afraid of what??"

"of forgetting you. Of forgetting us."

His heart beats louder in his chest;an old pain resurfacing again. He brings a hand up to it and rubs at it,eyes closing momentarily.

When your arms wrap themselves around his shoulders,Albert doesn't move or flinch away.

The touch isnt warm;its not there.

"hey,Albert."

"hm?"

He doesnt turn;he knows what'll you ask next.

"why dont you ever look at me?"

He slowly raises up from his seat;body aching from sitting in the stiff chair for so long. The sky has turned dark at some point;not a single star twinkling above

He doesnt even feel your arms falling away from his shoulders.

"because i know you're not here."

He moves toward his bed, shuffling around before laying down on top.

The ceiling has few cracks in it. He knows them all by heart.

"then why bother?why bother talking to me when im not here. When you know im not real."

"because..."

He doesnt say thinking about you Is all he has left.

He doesnt say that he misses your warmth;your touch. He doesnt say that he's scared if he doesnt talk to you,he soon forget the sound of your voice.

He doesnt say that even if you're not really there,the mere thought of you brings him solace.

He doesnt say anything,and only closes his eyes.

After all, he has had this conversation many times already. He knows that you know the answer.

Because he himself knows it all

He knows when he wakes up tomorrow,the sky will probably be dull again;gray and lifeless.

He knows when he open his eyes tomorrow, he'll see the same ceiling,the same small room.

He knows when he wakes up tomorrow ,you wont be in his arms.

That he wont feel your warmth in the cold winter day.

But as he closes his eyes,he thinks that he hears noises downstairs. But it all might be just his imaginations.

He thinks it's his sleep hazed mind playing tricks on him;making him hear footsteps,hushed whispers.

And when the sleep finally overtakes him,he dreams of your soft hand against his cheek,and the gentle sound of your voice calling his name.

-

Dedicated to @rinnesy 💕

[dream-a-little-longer-1]

*tests mic*

is anyone still here?

My tumblr is messing with me,and i cant answer DM anymore until i fix it.

If u need me,u can send an ask or dm me on my main acc

[dream-a-little-longer-1]

Currently hit writer's block 😭😭😭

[dream-a-little-longer-1]

{And Sadness will sear} collection:

Alone I break

Dont look back, nothing's left to see

[dream-a-little-longer-1]

William angst soon. Get prepared

[dream-a-little-longer-1]

Alone i break :

Warnings : angst, spoilers for manga, hopeful(?) Ending

Sometimes everything and nothing is too much to bear. sometimes,you need to close your eyes,and imagine your deepest dreams,be your reality.

✧*.｡*♡✧*.｡*♡✧*.｡*♡✧*.｡*♡✧*.｡*♡✧*.

The orange and yellow rays of the setting sun,shone through the open window; lightening up the small, cramped space.

The room didnt have much,save for the single chair and a small desk by the window,and a wooden bed; covered by a thin blanket that would do nothing against the harsh cold of the winter breeze through the night.

But none of these would be able to faze the man that lost way too much.

That lost everything in a fire that started by his own two hands.

"dont you feel cold,Albert?

He doesnt raise his head;he knows you're not real.

But he allows himself to be lulled into this dance;to talk and talk with the ghost of your memories, because he knows if he stops, he'll lost whats left of his sanity.

So he smiles;dull and dry, and continues to write on the wrinkled paper with the last of his ink.

"mn. Its not that cold. Nothing to be concerned about."

He can hear you rolling your eyes at him.

"why act so tough? If you're cold,then say you're cold. There's no need to act like it doesnt bother you."

The sound of the tip of the pen moving along the rough surface of the paper fills the silence between you.

"is that so?" He hums

"it is so." You argue back.

Albert smiles;not brighter than before,and looks up through the curls covering his forehead and half of his eyes.

You're sitting on the edge of the windowsill;your face adorned by a small frown and pout while you cross your arms around your chest.

Its sad,how a memory can feel so alive .

"i always tell you to stop masking it all. Share your problems with the people around you. let them in;let them help you. But i guess old habits die hard,no?"

You're right,like always .

After all,its been three years since he started talking with the memories of the person he loved the most,and cant seem to stop.

He doesnt want to stop. Not even if that means he'll loose his mind talking with an illusion that resembles you.

He doesnt answer though; choosing to stare down and continue on with his writing.

There's silence between you again;one so long that Albert thinks you might've left for the night.

You always do. You never stay till morning comes.

But the sound of light footsteps,one he remembers from three years ago,makes him glance over his shoulder from the corner of his eyes.

You're standing behind him; leaning to peek at his writing.

"what're you writing anyways?"

"remember the first night we went out together?"

"yeah?"

He smiles, "im writing about that."

You lean over more, resting your chin on his shoulder.

If he close his eyes and take a deep breath,maybe he can feel your soft breathing against his cheek too.

He stares firmly at the paper in front of him.

"why?"

"why about that night?"

"why do you write?"

He can see the ink begining to dry on the pen;he starts writing again.

"because...im afraid."

Your voice sounds genuinely curious when you speak next

"afraid of what??"

"of forgetting you. Of forgetting us."

His heart beats louder in his chest;an old pain resurfacing again. He brings a hand up to it and rubs at it,eyes closing momentarily.

When your arms wrap themselves around his shoulders,Albert doesn't move or flinch away.

The touch isnt warm;its not there.

"hey,Albert."

"hm?"

He doesnt turn;he knows what'll you ask next.

"why dont you ever look at me?"

He slowly raises up from his seat;body aching from sitting in the stiff chair for so long. The sky has turned dark at some point;not a single star twinkling above

He doesnt even feel your arms falling away from his shoulders.

"because i know you're not here."

He moves toward his bed, shuffling around before laying down on top.

The ceiling has few cracks in it. He knows them all by heart.

"then why bother?why bother talking to me when im not here. When you know im not real."

"because..."

He doesnt say thinking about you Is all he has left.

He doesnt say that he misses your warmth;your touch. He doesnt say that he's scared if he doesnt talk to you,he soon forget the sound of your voice.

He doesnt say that even if you're not really there,the mere thought of you brings him solace.

He doesnt say anything,and only closes his eyes.

After all, he has had this conversation many times already. He knows that you know the answer.

Because he himself knows it all

He knows when he wakes up tomorrow,the sky will probably be dull again;gray and lifeless.

He knows when he open his eyes tomorrow, he'll see the same ceiling,the same small room.

He knows when he wakes up tomorrow ,you wont be in his arms.

That he wont feel your warmth in the cold winter day.

But as he closes his eyes,he thinks that he hears noises downstairs. But it all might be just his imaginations.

He thinks it's his sleep hazed mind playing tricks on him;making him hear footsteps,hushed whispers.

And when the sleep finally overtakes him,he dreams of your soft hand against his cheek,and the gentle sound of your voice calling his name.

-

Dedicated to @rinnesy 💕

[dream-a-little-longer-1]

Don't look back, nothing's left to see

Warnings: includes spoilers from manga, slight angst,fluff

Pairing : Sebastian Moran x reader

Notes : after reading ch. 61 of the manga,i cant help but to love this man even more (´ . .̫ . `)

✧*.｡*♡✧*.｡*♡✧*.｡*♡✧*.｡*♡✧*.｡*♡✧*.

The sound of fabric rustling was surprisingly loud enough to echo through the silence of your shared home.

And just from the sound of it,you knew that Sebastian wasn't in his best mood.

After all, Sebastian never cleaned his gun,not unless there was something on his mind.

You slowly make your way through your dark home;the candles all lifeless,and the curtains closed. The only source of light is the one coming from the crack between the open wooden door of your shared bedroom.

Without making any noise,you push slightly and the door opens, revealing the man you were looking for,sitting on the bed;with his head bend low, wiping at the gun in his hands with a white cloth.

The fact that he didnt immediately look up and notice your presence,was the proof of how Sebastian Moran, wasn't himself at the moment.

You dont move for a while; choosing to simply stare at how his rough, calluses hands,treat the gun so gently. Like it wasn't a weapon for killing,but a newborn child.

But you knew,that it wasnt the gun that Sebastian cared about;it was the memories he shared with that item.

After all,years in the army,leaves a lot of scars that wont ever heal or fade.

And those same hands,you grew to love and hold with all the care in the world.

So to not scare the man in front of you,you gently knock on the door twice,and when Sebastian still doesn't respond,you frown;walking closer until you're only few inches apart.

"Sebastian?"

And the sound of your voice finally breaks Sebastian out of his trace,head snapping up;dark eyes meeting yours.

"Y/n?when did you come back home?"

Your hand reaches out for him and when your palm rests against his cheek,he immediately burrows further,eyes closing on their own accord.

"i came back awhile ago." Your frown deepens, "you didn't notice."

When Sebastian only lets out a soft hum,you sigh and your thumb rubs soothing circles on his high cheekbones.

"anything on your mind?"

His eyes flutter open,but they dont meet yours this time.

"I'm alright."

Your other hand comes up to rest on his shoulder; rubbing at his tense muscles, "you know you can tell me anything,right?" When he doesn't answer,you move to sit on his side instead;the bed dipping under your weight as both of your hands reach up to cup his face.

"baby,tell me whats wrong?"

Sebastian lets out a heavy sigh and after some shuffling,he rests his forehead on your shoulder.

"was thinking about William..."

And you know what he means by that.

Sebastian had told you all about his first meeting with William,and how he became his royal ally. How a small child,wormed his way in his dark heart,and made someone like him, care for such a small creature with a brilliant mind.

How William taught him that his bloody hands,can feel the gentleness of world once more.

And you know how much your husband is scarred from his time in the army,and after years of serving for William,his death had affected him the most as well.

And even now that William has come back,the memories of his fall,the flames and sound of stones and metal falling in the water still haunts him in his dream and reality.

You honestly lost count of how many times you had to wake up to Sebastian's harsh breathing in his sleep,only to wake him up as well and spend the rest of the night gathering the tall man in your arms,to assure him that its all over and he can rest his mind.

Many days,you stay up until the first hours of dawn before you can soothe Sebastian back to sleep.

And never,not even once,you get impatient with the man.

Too bad you dont know how much it means to Sebastian,and how he values your patience.

"do you want to go see him?maybe that'll ease your mind."

Sebastian doesnt reply immediately, choosing to turn his face deeper in the crook of your neck and press his lips to the sensitive skin there.

"but you just got home."

"its alright. I enjoy spending time with everyone."

Sebastian wraps his strong arms around your waist and pulls you closer to himself.

"then..."

You can feel the hesitation in his voice,and you smile; knowing exactly why.

"how about we rest a bit,then head there?"

And when Sebastian smiles against your skin,you cant help the grin spreading on you own lips.

"sounds great,doll."

When Sebastian lays back down,he pulls you down on top of himself and grins when your cheeks turn a tad darker.

His lips start making their way to your forehead,your eyelids,then your cheeks. And when they're finally hovering over yours,you feel the warmth of Sebastian's breath against your skin.

"i love you."

And Sebastian answers you with pressing his own lips against yours.

"love you too. Thanks for everything."

[dream-a-little-longer-1]

THANK YOU FOR 400 FOLLOWERS!!!!!!!

[dream-a-little-longer-1]

Omg this isn't an ask but i just thought of something.

Professor William J. Moriarty who has a secret relationship with one of his students. At day they're just your regular teacher and student but when it's just the two of them, they spend the night in each other' embrace.

So imagine when there's an important test that's coming up, William's lover is trying their best to not fail it and studies hard. But after the results were out, it turned out they got such a bad score to the point William scolded them in front of the class. They were embarrassed and humiliated even though they've studied so much.

William, on the other hand planned to do this because the truth is he knew someone sabotaged his lovers test result, he doesn't believe that they'd get such a bad score when HE'S the one who taught them! Him scolding is a way to find out which one of his other students were the perpetrator.

Then, when the culprit thinks they got away, they were dragged to the councilors office and expelled. The prestige university will not tolerate such shameful behavior.

Back at the Durham mansion, his s/o is ignoring him for what happened earlier. He's still in guilt but it was necessary. Turns out his lover actually got a perfect score, the only one in class. So when they get to bed, no matter how angry his s/o is they'd never decline a cuddle from him.

"My dear, are you alright? Did I scolded you too hard?" William asked as he stroked their face, under the moonlight he swore he's never seen such beauty. Seconds later his s/o finally shed some tears and told him how they felt and more than being embarrassed, they're sad for disappointing him.

"How terrible of me to make you feel that way, you'd never disappoint me, my love. Let me make it up to you, how about a little date tomorrow, celebrate your perfect score together?"

I woke up and chose fluff

Omgs Rin san 😭 this is too soft i cant-

I can totally imagine how awful William must've felt to scold his partner in front of everyone like that! And after everything is solved,he will definitely do everything in his power,and even beyond,to make it up to them.

You woke up and chose to kill me with this cute idea 🥺 tysm for sharing it with me!!loved it!!!

[dream-a-little-longer-1]

Random thoughts :

Little things they do that makes you fall in love with them harder.

✧*.｡*♡✧*.｡*♡✧*.｡*♡✧*.｡*♡✧*.｡*♡✧*.

Albert is the type of man to always brings you a small bouquet of red roses on every date you two have. It doesnt matter if its your third one,or years after marriage,he will always bring you a beautiful bouquet, simply because he wants to show you that even after years of being together,he still loves you all the same.

-

William is someone who can always read your emotions,no matter how hard you try to hide them. He knows you so well,that even the smallest, barest show of discomfort or sadness,wont go unnoticed by him. He will make suee to let you know that you can always talk to him,and that he will always protect you and solve your problems. He will always find a way to make you feel better.

-

Louis always makes sure to listen to every little thing you say. No matter if its just rambling about your day,or some important information about an upcoming mission,he always makes sure to remember everything you say. Needless to say,that he knows everything about you by heart,and wont hesitate to make you smile with his knowledge about you.

-

James Bond loves to take you out shopping for new clothes. He just enjoys seeing you all smiling and grinning at him in a clothing that he picked for you. It always warms his heart to see you wear those clothes in special events. Makes him buy even more stuff for you. He loves to take you to new little cafes as well,and try different sweets with you. He watches for your every reaction, memorizing what foods and sweets made you the happiest,so he can surprise you by buying them later.

-

Sebastian loves to take you out for late night walks. Something about having you walk by his side,his hand engulfing your smaller one,as you two take a stroll in the empty park near by,makes him feel relaxed. Its moments like this where he truly understands how lucky he is to have you by his side. You,who saved him from his loneliness. To him, you're the only moon that shines on his dark world.

-

Sherlock always plays the violin for you,even if its late in the night. He never enjoyed playing for others,but when you always stare at him with such adoration,and look like you're mesmerized by his simple play,it makes him want to play for you forever. You're the only one who he would love to hear cheer for him after every play.

-

Mycroft makes sure to always take some time off the work,so he can spend it with you. May it be only few hours for lunch break,where he rushes to wherever you are so he can share his meal with you and listen to you talk about your day,or nights,where he can skip work just so he can take you out on a date. Whatever it is,he just wants to hear you laugh and see your eyes twinkle with happiness.

[dream-a-little-longer-1]

Don't look back, nothing's left to see :

From the {And Sadness will sear} collection

Warnings: includes spoilers from manga, slight angst,fluff

Pairing : Sebastian Moran x reader

Notes : after reading ch. 61 of the manga,i cant help but to love this man even more (´ . .̫ . `)

✧*.｡*♡✧*.｡*♡✧*.｡*♡✧*.｡*♡✧*.｡*♡✧*.

The sound of fabric rustling was surprisingly loud enough to echo through the silence of your shared home.

And just from the sound of it,you knew that Sebastian wasn't in his best mood.

After all, Sebastian never cleaned his gun,not unless there was something on his mind.

You slowly make your way through your dark home;the candles all lifeless,and the curtains closed. The only source of light is the one coming from the crack between the open wooden door of your shared bedroom.

Without making any noise,you push slightly and the door opens, revealing the man you were looking for,sitting on the bed;with his head bend low, wiping at the gun in his hands with a white cloth.

The fact that he didnt immediately look up and notice your presence,was the proof of how Sebastian Moran, wasn't himself at the moment.

You dont move for a while; choosing to simply stare at how his rough, calluses hands,treat the gun so gently. Like it wasn't a weapon for killing,but a newborn child.

But you knew,that it wasnt the gun that Sebastian cared about;it was the memories he shared with that item.

After all,years in the army,leaves a lot of scars that wont ever heal or fade.

And those same hands,you grew to love and hold with all the care in the world.

So to not scare the man in front of you,you gently knock on the door twice,and when Sebastian still doesn't respond,you frown;walking closer until you're only few inches apart.

"Sebastian?"

And the sound of your voice finally breaks Sebastian out of his trace,head snapping up;dark eyes meeting yours.

"Y/n?when did you come back home?"

Your hand reaches out for him and when your palm rests against his cheek,he immediately burrows further,eyes closing on their own accord.

"i came back awhile ago." Your frown deepens, "you didn't notice."

When Sebastian only lets out a soft hum,you sigh and your thumb rubs soothing circles on his high cheekbones.

"anything on your mind?"

His eyes flutter open,but they dont meet yours this time.

"I'm alright."

Your other hand comes up to rest on his shoulder; rubbing at his tense muscles, "you know you can tell me anything,right?" When he doesn't answer,you move to sit on his side instead;the bed dipping under your weight as both of your hands reach up to cup his face.

"baby,tell me whats wrong?"

Sebastian lets out a heavy sigh and after some shuffling,he rests his forehead on your shoulder.

"was thinking about William..."

And you know what he means by that.

Sebastian had told you all about his first meeting with William,and how he became his royal ally. How a small child,wormed his way in his dark heart,and made someone like him, care for such a small creature with a brilliant mind.

How William taught him that his bloody hands,can feel the gentleness of world once more.

And you know how much your husband is scarred from his time in the army,and after years of serving for William,his death had affected him the most as well.

And even now that William has come back,the memories of his fall,the flames and sound of stones and metal falling in the water still haunts him in his dream and reality.

You honestly lost count of how many times you had to wake up to Sebastian's harsh breathing in his sleep,only to wake him up as well and spend the rest of the night gathering the tall man in your arms,to assure him that its all over and he can rest his mind.

Many days,you stay up until the first hours of dawn before you can soothe Sebastian back to sleep.

And never,not even once,you get impatient with the man.

Too bad you dont know how much it means to Sebastian,and how he values your patience.

"do you want to go see him?maybe that'll ease your mind."

Sebastian doesnt reply immediately, choosing to turn his face deeper in the crook of your neck and press his lips to the sensitive skin there.

"but you just got home."

"its alright. I enjoy spending time with everyone."

Sebastian wraps his strong arms around your waist and pulls you closer to himself.

"then..."

You can feel the hesitation in his voice,and you smile; knowing exactly why.

"how about we rest a bit,then head there?"

And when Sebastian smiles against your skin,you cant help the grin spreading on you own lips.

"sounds great,doll."

When Sebastian lays back down,he pulls you down on top of himself and grins when your cheeks turn a tad darker.

His lips start making their way to your forehead,your eyelids,then your cheeks. And when they're finally hovering over yours,you feel the warmth of Sebastian's breath against your skin.

"i love you."

And Sebastian answers you with pressing his own lips against yours.

"love you too. Thanks for everything."

[dream-a-little-longer-1]

Ok!for tonight!pick one!!!

(you can comment below or tell me anonymously)

Sherliam fic

Sebastian x reader

Louis x reader