#( package delievered )

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♚ — @prerodinu Luka & Toshiro.

   Luka blinked at the otherside of the door, staring into a set of eyes that looked like they wanted to rip him apart and feed him to the nearest wolf. Except said wolf might actually be standing in front of him, not that he thinks Toshiro eats Vampire for dinner. Not that he has been to a pack dinner in all honesty. He shifts a bit in the doorway, gripping it tighter. Radovan is upstairs, they had a rather interesting night and he had woken up with the Vampire cuddling him like he was a life sized doll. Luka had nearly thrown him from the bed, but instead carefully extracted him from it. He had just finished getting dressed, now Toshiro is standing in his doorway. 

   What is his life lately? 

   “What do you want? It’s early.” 

   “Early–it’s four in the afternoon, Luka.” 

   “Exactly. It’s early.” 

   The Alpha blinked, lips thinning in irritation and then he just invited himself inside the house like he lived here. Luka moved a bit out of the way and then swung the door shut, pushing his hand tiredly through his hair. He breathed out soft, shook his head slightly and then slid his attention over toward the Alpha once more. Toshiro stopped walking by the stairs and tossed the back he had been carrying gently onto the floor, not having any idea what was in it or if it was breakable. 

   “You’re not moving in too, are you? I don’t think I can handle anymore unwanted guests at the moment.” His father wouldn’t care about Toshiro though, he can have him, Casimir, anyone else over and the man leaves them alone. They’re a bit more important if they go missing and he was trying to not get caught. Not that knocking his son around like a toy did much for that image of his. Usually that’s just behind doors though. 

   “I’d sooner gouge my eyes out than move in with you.” Toshiro stated and Luka sighed. The kid was still so young, still very opinionated, and still very angry at him and Wyatt for everything that happens during the meetings. 

   It’s not like he asks Wyatt to try and kill him every time they’re in a room together. He just defends himself. 

   “Artem asked me to drop that off for Radovan. You two should come over to the Pack house for dinner. It’ll settle their unrest at their missing Pack Mate.” 

   Ah. That was why he was here. It was time to return Radovan then, was it? Luka frowned slightly and ignored the rush of coldness that seemed to fill his chest and gut at that. That man had the right to leave, Luka did not own him and he had said he wanted to leave. He had things to do. So why does it feel like it’s bothering him? 

   “I don’t control Radovan. He can do what he wants.” 

   “God you are so insufferable.” Toshiro rolled his eyes and heaved a sigh. “I’m just inviting you, I'm not telling you to drag him to the Pack House.” 

[lavender-lily]

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME

FOR A CAP AND GOWN

WHICH WILL BE DELIVERED *TO THE SCHOOL*

[inutaffy]

MY PACKKAHDKAGSOWJDOQJPSNOEBWPDJSPDNSPDJAOX

[edgelite]

bothering shopaew costumer support until they ship my order

[mysecretlittlelibrary]

It Was Only A Kiss

Pairing: Logan Howlett x Reader

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings: unprotected sex, hand job (kind of) cockwarming technically, creampie- this is relatively tame

Genre: smut, kinda fluff

Summary: Just another story of a very touch starved man

***

You take a deep breath and knock bravely on the door of your brooding neighbor's apartment. It takes a moment but eventually the door swings open and you're face to face, well more face to chest actually- he's much larger than you were prepared for- with your mysterious across the hall neighbor.

"Can I help you?" He asks flatly.

"Hi. You're Logan, right?" You ask and his eyes narrow at the question.

"Who the hell are you?"

"I'm y/n, I live- well above you actually." You point up towards your apartment.

"You live above me?" He quirks an eyebrow up.

"Correct." You nod.

"And how do you know my name?" He's still regarding you with a level of suspicion.

"We live in the same building I make a point to know as many of my neighbors as I can if there's an emergency and the cops show up asking me about the man that lives below me I wanna be able to at least say who the man that lives directly below me actually is."

"Cut the shit. I didn't tell you my name. So who did?" He asks. You glance down and watch his fist clench.

"Cool it hothead. I help out in the lobby sometimes, you learn a lot that way."

"So you're spying on me?" He glares.

"Are you always so paranoid?" You frown.

"Excuse me?"

"It's a simple question, I told you I help with stuff at the front sometimes you think I'm spying on you? That's a rather extreme assumption, can you reach those heights all on your own or do use a trampoline to help you jump to such wild conclusions?"

"You showed up at my door for reasons you still have not explained I have every right to be skeptical."

"A package of yours ended up at my door. I thought I'd bring it down for you but hey if you think I'm spying on you never mind I'll just keep it. Hope you got something fun in there!" You say, tapping the package tucked comfortably under your arm.

"Give me that!" Logan swipes at the box but you twist the box just out of reach.

"You have terrible manners, the least you could do is acknowledge you jumped the gun here."

"You know it's illegal to steal someone's mail." Logan crosses his arms.

"I'm not asking you to grovel just a simple 'my bad, thank you' would be sufficient. Plus I didn't steal this it was delievered to MY apartment."

"You're being pedantic." He rolls his eyes.

"And you're being difficult. You want your package? Try a little hospitality."

"You're a stranger unannounced at my door. I'm not hosting you."

"Now you're being pedantic. And a hypocrite." You shake your head. Logan tips his head back and sighs in exasperation. You have to restrain from smiling as you realize you've definitely wore him down.

"It is more than reasonable to be skeptical of a stranger knocking on your door with information you didn't tell them but your motives were altruistic, I misjudged. Thanks for bringing my package. Can I have it now?" Logan forces out. You flash him a smile and hand the package over.

"See how simple that was? Although I should come clean it wasn't purely altruistic. The package gave me the perfect excuse but I've been dying to meet the brooding mystery man in apartment 632. Thank you mistaken delivery driver."

"Yeah we're done here." Logan says closing the door.

"I'll see you around Logan!" You call just before it's shut.

"What an odd woman." You hear through the cheap wood and you giggle as you return to your apartment. He's rugged looking, imposing, no wonder he's such a mystery to your neighbors. You're sure he scares them shitless. He'd probably scare you too under different circumstances.

"You did what?!" Henry blinks at you as you recount your interaction with Logan.

"Why are you looking at me like that? I had to get the guy his package." You say.

"You're insane, you know that?"

"Why? He's just some guy. He's- very attractive but he's just some guy." You shrug.

"Quick question darling do you- understand the concept of fear? Do you have any sort of survival instincts that tell you not to poke sleeping bears?"

"Nobody died." You scoff.

"I cannot believe you forced this man to apologize to you for being rude when he opened the door to a stranger!" Henry shakes his head.

"Well somebody ought to teach him some manners. His mom would be very disappointed in his habits." You shake your head.

"What does he sound like?" He rests his head on his hand.

"Oh now it's fine that I 'poked the sleeping bear'? I thought I was insane."

"You are but since you did it already might as well learn something from it. Now answer me what's he sound like?" Henry gently shakes you with his free hand. It seems he hasn't noticed the subject of your conversation walking up to the front door.

"Let's see if you get to hear it yourself." You say with a smile.

"What?" Henry follows your line of sight just as Logan pulls open the door to the lobby.

"Hi Logan!" You call out. He looks at you and rolls his eyes. "Don't be rude or next time I get one of your packages by mistake I'm just going to keep it!" You warn.

"Is this going to become a regular thing?" He asks gruffly as he waits for the elevator.

"You lose absolutely nothing by being kind to your neighbors."

"I gain absolutely nothing as well."

"There's no need to be such a grump Logan." You shake your head.

"There's no need to be such a nuisance Y/n."

"You remember my name." You smile.

"Goodbye." Logan huffs out stepping into the now open elevator.

"Now you know what he sounds like." You tell Henry.

"You are unbelievable."

"Yeah sure we've covered that already, moving on now, how can you hear that voice and not do everything to keep him talking?" You sigh.

"He sounds like he'd eat you." Henry says.

"Oh I wouldn't protest that."

"Not in the fun way you psycho I mean like he'd murder you." He shakes his head.

"Well that I'd have to argue against."

"I sure fucking HOPE you would!"

"God that man is fine, the things I would do to him."

"I've lost you haven't I?" Henry's exasperation with you is obvious in his tone.

"No! Of course not! Okay maybe a little bit but in my defense you're the one that brought up him eating me." You toss your hands up.

"I meant he sounds dangerous, like he'd kill somebody you're just unwell!"

"Two things can be true! He can be hot and dangerous- shout out to Kesha- people watch all kinds of movies and shows about criminals and villains!"

"Look just don't push your luck too far okay? Some people shouldn't be messed with and I would guess he falls into that category."

"Oh please we get along great!"

"I don't even know what to do with you at this point." Henry says, concerned confusion colors his expression, making you laugh a bit. Honestly you think he's freaked out over nothing. Logan's no more dangerous than any other man you don't know that well living in this building. You're not going to put yourself in harm's way but he's fun to sort of wind up.

You sing along to your speaker as you drag your couch across your apartment, in all the commotion you barely hear the fevered knocking at your door and almost trip over your table trying to answer it once you realize someone's here.

"Logan? What're you doing here?" You blink at him in surprise when you find Logan in your hallway.

"What the hell are you doing in there?" He asks.

"Moving around some furniture. Why?" You frown.

"Well stop it. Or get people to help you carry things because the sound of you dragging shit around is unbearable." He grits out.

"Are you going to help?"

"Excuse you?"

"My apartment is a wreck right now and I can't exactly just stop and wait for someone to be able to help me finish this up so unless you plan on helping me you'll have to suck it up and wait for me to be done." You say. He stares at you for a moment, his jaw tightening a moment before he lets out a harsh breath through his nose.

"Fine. What needs moving?" He grits out.

"You'll help?" You blink at him, you didn't expect him to offer that. You expected him to stomp off back to his place to brood or whatever he spends his time doing down there.

"At the very least it'll be quicker if I help."

"Alright, well, I need the couch against that wall first." You say. Logan walks over to your couch and before you can help him, he lifts the couch and moves it to where you asked him to.

"What next?" He turns to you, barely acknowledging the baffled look on your face.

"Uh the coffee table, needs to be put in front of the couch." You point, watching in awe as again Logan lifts the table like it's a down pillow and lowers it where you directed.

"What else?"

"Can you move the bookcase? I need it next to the television. I can take everything out of it first so it's-" he doesn't give you a chance to finish the sentence, he moves the entirely full bookcase from one side of your living room to the other with ease. You spend a little while longer dictating for Logan what needs to be moved where and no matter how many times he does it you're astounded by his displays of strength. It's like every piece of furniture in here weighs less than the average toddler to him, he's barely breaking a sweat by the time you've run out of tasks to watch him do because he truly doesn't need your help with any of it.

"Everything's where you want it to be?" He asks.

"Yes."

"So I won't hear any more insufferable scraping of furniture against the floor then?"

"You won't. Thank you for helping. I'll make you lunch." You suggest.

"Don't bother." He rolls his eyes.

"No no no all that work you just did for me I have to at least feed you."

"You don't." He shakes his head.

"Logan you moved like 20 pieces of furniture by yourself, let me pay you back." You insist.

"You pay me back by not scraping things against your floor slash my ceiling."

"Sit. Eat. Then you can leave." You say, wrapping a hand around his wrist to drag him into your kitchen to sit on a barstool at the counter.

"This isn't necessary y/n, really."

"Yes yes you've made that clear. I'm doing it anyway, so stop protesting. Do you have any allergies?" You look at him over your shoulder as you pull things out of your fridge.

"No." He scoffs as if it's a crazy thing to even ask, you won't bother asking why. It's a good thing you have no sense of portion control and always end up making more than one portion of anything you cook anyway. Logan doesn't say anything while you fix lunch and you're not sure how to break the silence so you don't. You cook, and hum, and let Logan sit and watch or daydream or whatever brooders do when they're not interacting with the world. Lunch takes just over 20 minutes and soon enough you're placing a plate in front of Logan.

"What is it?" He asks.

"It's a bufflo chicken sandwhich wrap thing."

"Sandwhich wrap thing?" He quirks an eyebrow up at you.

"Oh just eat it." You roll your eyes taking a bite of yours. Logan looks as if he's going to retort but seems to decide against it as he picks up the wrap and takes a bite. You watch intently as he processes the food, his eyes widen at some point while he's chewing.

"Oh wow this is good." He says eventually.

"Thank you." You smile at him as you take a seat next to him at your island counter. You and Logan eat pretty much in silence and it isn't until you drop the plates in the sink that he speaks again.

"You're a very odd woman you know." Logan says.

"So I've heard. My downstairs neighbor is very vocal about how strange he thinks I am." You wink at him.

"He might be onto something."

"Maybe. But I must be doing something correct because he still talks to me." You lean against the counter beside him.

"How much of choice does he have in that really?" He scoffs.

"Well you came up to mine today so- you tell me." You say softly, moving closer to him.

"I came up here because you were being disruptive." Logan says lowly.

"So you said." You hum. You're not quite sure who closed the gap between you but the next thing you know, your lips are pressed against his and his hands are around your waist pulling you towards him. You hands settle on his shoulders as his kiss practically devours you. You hear the sound of metal against metal that you're fully prepared to ignore but it seems to snap Logan out of things as he practically leaps away from you.

"I- I have to go." Logan says abruptly. You notice him clenching and unclenching his fists as he looks at his hands.

"Hang on a second what- what just happened?"

"Doesn't matter it won't happen again." He says before leaving your apartment.

"Logan!" You call but you're sure he's already at the elevator at this point. "And he calls me the odd one." You sigh. Part of you wants to go after him but why should you? He's probably not going to answer you if you go down to his place now anyway. You'll let him cool down from whatever that was and deal with it later.

A few weeks go by without incident. If you didn't know any better you'd think Logan was intentionally avoiding you, but he hardly leaves his place anyway so it's not like anything has really changed. However today one of his packages has ended up at your door again. Weird. You wonder briefly if Henry has anything to do with this but it's not really his style. Regardless of how it got there, you have to take it down to him now. So you get in the elevator and go one floor down to Logan's apartment knocking on the door firmly. You hear some shuffling on the other side and eventually Logan pulls the door open.

"What are you doing here?" He asks.

"Are you okay?" You tilt your head. He looks a little flustered for some reason.

"Don't answer my question with another question."

"Technically, I'm not answering your question I'm just asking a separate one you look flustered and I wanna know if you're okay."

"I'm fine, y/n. Why are you here?" He says sharply.

"Don't be a dick."

"Excuse me?" He blinks at you.

"I got a package adressed to you again and I'm being nice by bringing it down to you. Look I didn't realize you'd be so up in arms over a kiss, sorry it bugged you so much, but you don't just get to be an asshole whenever you see me."

"I'm not-"

"Whatever your problem is, why ever you ran out of my partment like I burned you, I didn't kiss myself so don't take it out on me like it's all my fault."

"I didn't say it was your fault."

"Here. I'll try not to get any more of your mail." You shove the package into his chest and he scrambles to get it before it drops.

"Y/n hang on-" Logan grabs your wrist before you can even turn to leave.

"I'd rather not do this I just wanted to bring your... thing."

"No I owe you an explanation. Come inside, please." He says.

"Fine." You say entering Logan's apartment. It's pretty minimalist. All the basic furniture you'd expect in a living room plus a bookcase that's about half full of stuff and a trunk in one corner. Logan tosses the package onto the trunk and clenches his fists. You gasp and jump back as metal claws protrude from Logan's knuckles. "You have knives coming out of your knuckles."

"Kind of."

"Why are you showing me them?" You frown.

"This is why I ran out like you burned me, as you put it."

"I need more information."

"These are- obviously dangerous and I usually have incredible control but- while we were in your apartment that day I- they came out without me doing it. It's been a long time since I couldn't control them but something about you- it's risky." He says, brows furrowed.

"We kissed and your claws popped out like an erection?"

"Don't phrase it like that."

"I'm just trying to understand. Are you implying that kissing makes you like lose control of yourself?"

"No. Maybe. It's hard to know I-" you cut Logan off by kissing him. Easiest way to confirm the theory is to test it. His hands are on your waist right away and moments later the sound of metal sliding against metal grabs your attention.

"Well- I'd say that answers that." You say.

"You can't do that." He says.

"You didn't stop me." You shrug.

"I could hurt you, you know. I can't- there's no-"

"You could sure but I don't think that you will." You say.

"You shouldn't have such faith in me." Logan shakes his head.

"Why not?"

"I am... in pain trying to keep it together here."

"Don't bother." You say kissing him again. His hands on your hips tighten, and he's doing what he did last time, kissing you so ferociously you feel as if he's going to consume you whole. Eventually, he pulls away with a groan.

"You need to go. Please." He grits out.

"You'll have to let me go first." You say, he's still holding your waist rather tightly.

"I know that." Logan says but he makes no move to do so.

"Logan, stop trying to be such a gentleman. I'm not a china doll, you won't break me." You say pushing him onto his couch and straddling him.

"Wait y/n-"

"If you tell me one more time that you're going to hurt me so we can't keep making out I'm going to throw a fit." You roll your eyes.

"No it's not that I- this is much more embarrassing than that." He mutters.

"Embarrassing?"

"I'm too... high strung, if this continues I- I'll end up looking like an inexperienced teenager."

"Don't worry I know you're not an inexperienced teenager." You hum kissing his neck.

"Y/n-"

"Logan." You drawl. Logan closes his eyes and blows out a heavy breath that makes you giggle.

"You're trying to kill me, I'm sure." He says.

"Not at all. Necrophilla isn't my thing." You shrug and Logan chuckles. Finally a break in his unnecessarily serious disposition.

"You're impossible."

"Well yes, you've said that before I'm pretty sure. Look if you really want this to stop Logan I'll leave." You make a move to get off of his lap and Logan's hand on your hip stops you.

"Don't."

"Still concerned about your... percieved overexcitement?"

"Just kiss me." He rolls his eyes using his other hand to pull you in for another kiss. You let your hands trail down his body slipping under his shirt to feel the hard muscle underneath. Clothing comes off hastily as you switch between kissing his lips and covering his throat in hickeys. Logan's hands are roaming wildly across your body, gripping here and grabbing there, his mouth exploring your skin with the same fierceness, nipping and sucking anywhere he can get. When your hand slips between your bodies and grabs his dick the sound he makes is pornographic and damn if you don't want to hear him make it again. Logan is all groans and harsh breaths as you move your hand against him. He doesn't let you get away with it for long, his hand quickly grabs your wrist.

"You sure you're not tryna kill me?"

"I told you I'm not into fucking dead people." You wink at him. "You can die when I'm done with you if you're that determined to do so."

"Well that's not the worst way to go." Logan chuckles.

"No but there's a lot more I could do if you stayed alive." You whisper, lining him up with your entrance and slowly sinking down onto him. You'd guessed he'd be big but your fantasies definitely were not doing him justice. His moan as you settle fully onto him is deep and long and makes you clench around him. Using his shoulders to brace yourself, you set a steady pace riding him. He's thick and you relish in the way he stretches you.

"Fuck you're so wet." He groans, head tipping back against the back of the couch. His hands are on your sides but his hold is loose, either to allow you control or because he's busy trying not to embarrass himself. You keep your rhythm, nails scraping against his skin as you chase your orgasm. Suddenly, Logan's grip tightens, tight enough that you feel there may be bruising tomorrow, like a beast suddenly woken from sleep he growls low in his throat as he takes over the situation. Without warning, he's fucking up into you furiously and all you can do is moan as you claw at his arms and chest. Logan's release hits him first but he doesn't stop, not until you're spasming around him.

"That was not the performance of an inexperienced teenager you know." You say after you've caught your breath.

"Oh shut up." He scoffs.

"I'm just saying." You shrug.

"You're insane."

"Ooo new adjective."

"That's all you got from that?" He asks. You sit up and smile at him.

"You can call me abnormal in whatever way you'd like you're still into me so it makes no difference to me." You say.

"Try not to move too much." He groans when you shift in his lap.

"Sorry, am I hurting you?" You ask.

"Quite the opposite, but I wanna give you time to recover from-"

"You're still treating me like a china doll." You poke his chest.

"You implying you're good to go again?"

"Refractory periods are way longer for men than women you know."

"I don't really have one so I try to remember other people do."

"I bet I could tire you out first."

"That's a bet you're definitely gonna lose." He scoffs.

"Care to prove it?" You ask. Logan smirks at you.

"I hope you've got nothing planned for the next few days." He says as he carries you to his bedroom. "First things first I'm dying to find out if you taste as good as you smell." The promise of a thoroughly pleasurable experience is clear in his eye and you're only too thrilled to find out what he can really do.

***

[deadpuppetboi]

Update: I’m 110% sure someone stole my package💀

I need to spend my money on important things!

Said important things:

[tvrded]

Dpd deliever my fucking package or so help me god

[itsbebebe]

Feels like im getting irl trick or treated (the package that was supposed to arrive today hasnt been delievered yet and its almost 6pm)

[baby-alien11]

Like in the movie (2)

lewistanofficial started to follow you

To say you were surprised when that notification light your phone, was nothing, I mean, you only gave him your first name

How on earth he found your instagram account from one day to another?

"Nugget", you called your little corgie, causing her to look at you, "Did you gave him my instagram user?"

In response, Nugget only lightly barked before returning her attention to her toys, making you laugh slightly before giving your complete attention to the TV in the hotel room to continue watching the movie that was currently on

Until your phone light up again, this time with a dm

lewistanofficial: Hey, I hope this doesn't sound weird, but I found you on instagram

ynusser: Hi Lewis, it's actually more surprising than weird

lewistanofficial: So you are comfortable with this, right?

ynusser: I mean, yeah, you are really nice

lewistanofficial: Well, I'm glad I make a good first impression

ynusser: I give it an seven point five out of ten

lewistanofficial: I'll work to reach to ten

ynusser: lol

That chat wasn't the last the two of you had, because for the next few days you countinue to text each other when he wasn't filming or you weren't working online, even having some videocalls in ocassions

All that communications ended with Lewis inviting you to go on a date which you accepted, and knowing he will take you to a restaurant, you choose to wear a short lantern sleeve dress with floral print in neutral colors with nude chunky heel sandals along with your Y/H/C loose with small waves, adorned with some necklaces, bracelets and rings

Recibing a text saying that he was at the lobby of your hotel, you took your face mask and your purse, looking at Nugget who was in your bed, making sure she had enough food and water while you weren't there

"Little Nugget, have fun, don't destroy anything because you are going to pay it, drink water, eat your food, and do your things in the papers in the bathroom", you instructed Nugget who only watched you with attention, "You have all your toys and a marathon of Bluey on the TV, so have fun and be nice, love you"

Glancing another look at your dog, you closed the door making sure that you had the access card to walk in the corridor to the elevator

During the whole elevator ride, you worked on controlling your nerves and making sure that you looked good and nothing were wrong with your whole look

Fortunately, when the elevator finally reached the lobby, you put a calmed expression in your face to walk in direction to the lobby, noticing how Lewis was standing there with a smile on his face and a bouquet of white and pink tulips in his hands

"Hey, Lewis", you greeted with a smile

"Hi, Y/N", Lewis responded, "You look beautiful"

"Thanks, you also look good"

"This are for you", Lewis said handing you the bouquet

"They are beautiful, thanks", you smiled recieving the flowers

"So, ready to go?"

"Absolutely"

During the car trip to the restaurant, you to sing-along the songs that played in the radio and laughing at both of your impressions of the artists

When you arrived to the restaurant, you were guided to the table that Lewis reserved for both of you, which was in a corner so you could have a little bit of privacy

After ordering your meals along with some white wine, both of you started to talk

"How is filming going?", you asked while the waitress served the wine

"Pretty great, we started filming like a week ago, before that we had fight trainning and costumes fittings", Lewis explain, "How's the business?"

"It's been good, I have a few orders to ship, well, my mom because she is the one who is in charge while I'm away"

"So, is kinda like a family business?"

"Something like that", you laughed, "I'm the head of the business and all, my mom helps me with the packaging, the two knuckleheads I have for brothers are the ones who help with the new products, and my dad takes me to the post office to deliever the packages"

"That sounds like a family business"

"I realized that while I was saying it"

After that sentence, you both laughed for a few minutes until your dishes arrived

"I propose a toast, for our pets who ran away and found each other", Lewis said lifting his cup of wine, "Thanks to them this is happening"

"For Nugget and Bear"

"For Bear and Nugget"

During the rest of the dinner the two of you continue to know more about each other while also sharing some funny stories about themselves or their families

It wasn't until they realised that the restaurant was about to close, that both of you decided to leave the restaurant to walk around a park nearby

"The food was really good", you commented while walking

"Before coming here I researched for the best restaurants", Lewis explained, "This was the number one"

"It earned that position"

"So, when do you go back to L.A.?"

"My flight is programmed to this sunday, basically in three days"

"In that case, I'd like you to visit the set one of these days"

Hearing that, you stopped walking to watch him in shock causing him to look at you with fun because of your face

"You're kidding"

"I am not", Lewis laughed, "I'm being completely serious, I already talk with the producers and they say they are fine, so, what do you say?"

"Lew, while I'm honored that you trust me enough to go to the set, as a fan of the books I prefer to see everything when the season is on Netflix"

"There's a way that I could possibly convince you to go?"

Lewis asked while getting close to you, making you lift your head due to the height diference

"No way, but you can try"

Looking between your eyes and lips, Lewis took one of your cheeks pulling you towards him, and you didn't stop him

Until your lips connected

That kiss felt like fireworks exploding around both of you, like they were to pieces of a puzzle that fit perfectly, it was like it was meant to be

Slowly, when you were out of breath, both of you broke the kiss but your foreheads were still united

"For the record, I'm not longer a seven point five?", Lewis joked refering to the first messages that you shared

"Just shut up", you laughed taking the back of his neck to continue the kiss

I noticed that this is giving romcom movie, and I love it

For visual help, this is the dress and the shoes

[studionakamoto]

My dress is safe <3

istg if someone stole my package im gonna commit a crime

[lgcjiho]

( from @lgckai )

It’s Jiho’s birthday and all Kai wants is to make this day one of the brightest, happiest days of the year for his boyfriend. Thankfully, neither of them is away this time, giving Kai the perfect chance to plan something truly special.

Though he won’t be able to visit Jiho’s studio until later due to his own schedules and comeback preparations, Kai ensures his gift reaches him in time.

True to his thoughtful, heart-first nature—especially where Jiho is concerned—Kai arranges for a delivery man to bring a large package labeled, “To my Moon! With love, your Sun.”

Inside, a custom care package awaits, brimming with hand - picked items:

a plush neck pillow, a mini massager and an assortment of adorable, healthy snacks Kai had baked early that morning just for him. He’s also included the newest noise - canceling earbuds so Jiho can stay blissfully undisturbed at work ( they match Jiho’s official band color exactly, with his initials delicately engraved on each one.), along with a cozy hoodie in his favorite color, a framed picture of them from when they had their blanket fort night, and a small cake safely packed for the occasion.

The cake is a custom order, glimmering with yellow sparkles and topped with a sign that reads, “Happy Birthday, Versace Prince!”

Tucked inside is a handwritten card, with a small doodle of a sun and moon.

“I’m sorry I can’t be there with you all day, but I’ll come by right after schedules! I hope this little package brings you some joy and that you find use in everything—I picked each one just for you!

Happy Birthday, Jiho. You mean the world to me.

P.S. When I get there, no more working! I have another surprise planned for you!“

     honestly, with the halloween party and other festivities, jiho had, once again, fully forgotten about his birthday. of course, he gets the messages from his parents and everything, and he had made plans with a few of the v&a members to go to a birthday cafe and everything. but it’s not something that’s at the forefront of his mind, and it’s easy to get lost in the work he was doing when he hears a package being delievered.

     opening the door, jiho picks up the box and thanks the delivery man, a small smile appearing on his lips when he sees the label on it. already knowing who it was from, he disappears back into his studio to open the present away from prying eyes. considering that none of the members know about his relationship (yet) (aside from haru), he doesn’t want to draw any attention to himself when he’s opening it. he knows he won’t be able to hide his expression while going through the presents so he doesn’t want to have to do that at all.

     as he goes through the presents, he can’t help but think that truly, kai knows him so well. they were friends before they became boyfriends, so it’s expected, but he feels his heart warm with every item that he pulls out of the care package.

     he tugs the hoodie on immediately, relishing in the soft fabric and imagines that it’s kai’s arms around him instead before shaking that thought from his mind. he probably shouldn’t be thinking so romantically right now, considering he really should be doing more work before he heads out to the cafe but he can’t help it. 

     taking a selfie, to show that he’s wearing the hoodie, and then a picture of the cake among the presents, he sends out a quick text to his boyfriend. he knows that he can just show the other his appreciation later when he pops by, since they had plans to hang out later, but he wants to say something anyway.

thank you 💜 also, these pastries are so cute? how am i supposed to eat them ㅠㅠ

[misteriios]

berlioz & michael ( @rainbowmuses )

with everything going on and all of his million jobs, he could not stop. working. no matter what happens in the city. he looked up at the nearest person ❝ you know, some of these addresses are weird. my boss, or whoever ordered this package thinks i should deliever it by their door? are they insane, do they what is going on now? i know it's insane to continue with more than one job, but what do you do when you must have the money. do you want the package instead? i can just lie and say we didn't get it ❞

[shuxiii]

Everytime i listen to about you by the 1975 i start crying like i had a past life where my lover died in a car accident and suddenly a package was delievered to me and when i opened it it was a letter from them to me and it was a old vintage camera of me and my s/o together

[zhongrin]

The door opens up and a Fatui Agent comes into the shop, a flat, white package in their hands. A Hydro Visions hangs from their hips, sometimes visible when the coat flapped open. The waiter was busy serving a table and a certain Harbinger was not in sight.

Looking around the shop, they finally spot the Owner sitting by the counter. They stop for a moment, seemingly bewildered, before they resume their stride and bow before the woman.

"Miss Rin? My name is Varley. Lady Secretary sends her regards, but is unable to come today. The Lady noticed that your health was...damaged and instructed me to deliever a few remedies, including vitamines from the Pharmacy and a In-House Tea-Supplement to boost your elemental energy."

*Varley lays the package in your hands, their hands carefully not making contact with your skin.*

They bow again and stride out of the shop, hastening their steps. A few seconds later, a crash and loud cursing was heard. A figure speed away, just a shadow, but blood flowed freely from an injured arm, splattering the street outside.

"I guess we were right?"

"...Yes, Lady Secretary."

"Sighh...Go get treated at Med Bay and join your twin at their research."

Were he not the Geo Archon, the Geo Energy would have been completely eroded in her body it seems.

[ Inside the package, hidden near the Tea-Supplement, was a tiny folded paper with a Snowflake attached to it. It felt cold to the touch, like ice cream. It can fit inside your hand perfectly.]

[Break in case of Emergency. It should help you to get away. Hunting down the Geo Archon.

The northern Bank is always open for you.

Belial]

"huh? oh! thank you?"

meirin blinked as she stared for a few moment at the package. even as the strange person walked away, so many questions popped inside her mind. carefully, she opened the package and checked all the items closely. they all seemed expensive and carefully selected.

her fingers brushed against the small paper and unfolded it, frowning when the strangely cold snowflake dropped onto her palm.

for a moment, she looked utterly bewildered as her eyes skimmed over the content.

'belial'.

......

whー oh!

"hmmm..."

i should remember to treat her to a cup of tea the next time she comes by.... but why would she say all these things?

i don't even have a connection with any archons?

.....

she decided to pocket the strange snowflake for now.

[thelasttime]

AHHHH I JUST GOT AN EMAIL SAYING THAT MY SHIRT GOT DELIEVERED

lol i won’t actually get to open the package until like two weeks i believe or maybe it’s next week cuz i sent it towards my home and i’m at college rn so i’m going back home next weekend i believe so lol but IM SO HAPPY I GOT THE EMAIL THAT IT DELIEVERED

YAYYYYYYY 🕺🕺🕺

[cometcrystal]

my package says last location was new jersey but its supposed to be delievered today