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A Study on Love: Relearning What It Means to Be Human

Takemichi doesn’t really remember what it’s like to love. He doesn’t really remember what it’s like to live either.

So he is forced to relearn.

In his first life, he blocked all his emotions out, buried his fiery personality away, and kept his head down always apologizing apologizing apologizing. He never wanted to live through the hell his arrogance cost him ever again.

One mistake was all it took to fuck up his life for good.

And yet one push was all it took to make it right.

Takemichi loves Hinata.

Or he did.

When your life’s peak is in the second year of middle school, where emotions and hormones are always high, and everything is so intense, love is as simple as ice cream on a hot summer day.

His first life was simple. The days bled together, full of sorry sorry sorry. Because he was so sorry sorry sorry. Nothing was good, everything was trash, so of course he loved the only person who ever thought highly of him. Of course, that was the highlight of love.

But here he is, in his second life, with a future he crafted, that he took initiative in, that is so much more colorful than his previous one.

And so less lonely.

He doesn’t remember much, his memories of the current timeline lagging a little to catch up, but he does know that even the him that was left to live his life up to this point, started to feel it too:

The dull gray that comes with thinking that as cute as the idea of middle-school sweethearts to lifetime partners is, maybe it isn’t for him. Maybe he doesn’t love Hina the way he once did.

He loved her so much, and he still does. But not like he did before. Her kisses don’t make him feel strong the way they used to. Her embrace lacks a certain warmth. Her love doesn’t make him feel alive the way it used to.

He doesn’t regret saving her. No. He never could. Because he loves Hinata. And maybe it isn’t the blazing love it once was, but it is still a fire that keeps him warm. It makes him feel so good knowing that he saved her, that she’s alive, she’s safe. She’s happy. But she deserves to be happier. She deserves a love that will fulfill her, a love that Takemichi cannot provide for her.

And so Takemichi comes to his first conclusion about love.

That maybe we can love differently at 26 than we did at 14, but that doesn’t make the love any less real.

Just because something is no longer true, doesn’t mean that it once wasn’t, and that doesn’t make it any less valid. People grow, people learn. People become different people.

And isn’t that the most beautiful thing about human nature?

That we can change. That our lives are in our tiny, helpless but ever-changing hands.

So he breaks up with Hina, tells her as gently as possible, cushioning the blows with “I love you, just not the way I used to” and “it’s not you, it’s me,” and “I’m so sor—“

He doesn’t say it. He doesn’t apologize.

He takes a deep breath.

“I’m so sorry I hurt you like this…”

Yes. That is true. That he feels.

Hina cries and Takemichi hugs her. He offers to stay at a friend’s until she is ready to leave. She agrees because she is too much of a mess to do otherwise.

As he packs a bag to stay at Akkun’s or Mikey’s or one of the other guys’ place for a week or so, he is certain that they’ll both be okay.

He’s sure of it.

So Takemichi makes his way out, planting a final kiss to Hina’s head, whispering a soft affirmation that love will find her.

And then he’s out the door and out of her life for good.

Oddly enough, his first instinct is to call Mikey…so he does and not even 20 minutes later, a beautiful CB205T is driving up to the convenience store he is at.

Mikey gives him a reassuring smile, still unaware of why he’s been called out here and why Takemichi needs a place to crash for a while. He just heard Takemichi needed him, and he was already on his way.

Takemichi settles onto the bike, wrapping his arms around Mikey and sighs, inhaling Mikey’s fresh cologne and body wash and fabric softener.

And as he rides through the city with his cheek pressed against Mikey’s warm back, he comes to his first hypothesis about love.

That love must be warm, and smells like vanilla, cinnamon, and sweet sweet ocean breeze.

~~~~

Mikey is helpless.

That is Takemichi’s first impression of staying with him in the first week.

No wonder Draken lives with him, he giggles to himself one morning.

But Takemichi is helpless too, and he realizes that maybe he wants to stop being so. Because he did want a second chance at life. The least he could do was learn household chores.

So he cooks with Draken over his shoulder, instructing him on what to do in a surprising calm voice. The drastic improvement between each meal is always shocking.

He helps Draken with dishes, laundry, and even a bit of spring cleaning.

Takemichi thinks that this is what love must be like. Because what better way to love than to take care of someone in every way you know how.

Mikey is helpless but he takes the skills he does learn and applies it to the small room he has put together in dedication of his missing family. Shin’s room made from a garage stays the same, a time capsule of love. In the memorial are the ashes of Shin, Emma, and his grandfather. The room is adorned with memories, and a picture of Baji nestled between his siblings.

He has the bunny Draken gave Emma on her birthday, three tattered kid uniforms with Sano Dojo embroidered on them hanging on the wall, a picture of the abandoned building with the collapsed ceiling in the Philippines. He has pictures of old bikes, childhood photos, a first generation Black Dragons jacket and a copy of the photo of the founders of Toman. There is a photo of Izana towards the back of the room, hidden away in the corner, a Teijiku jacket hung above and a pair of earrings lay in front.

Takemichi goes into the room sometimes, talks in a soft voice and apologizes for all that he couldn’t do to save the people closest to Mikey. But he promises them that he will dedicate himself to make sure life is a bit easier for him, because now he can share Mikey’s burden with him, instead of making him feel like he must do it alone.

Takemichi looks at all the photos, radiating love, of all of Mikey’s loss, and finally realizes why Kisaki was able to manipulate him into going dark in so many future. Why he still lost his way, even without Kisaki.

And so Takemichi, belatedly, comes to his second conclusion on love.

That love is what makes us human.

It is what fills our lives with color. It connects us to one another, makes life worth living. The two are connected, needing one another so that life does not become bleak and gray. Love hurts, but the hurt is only possible because of love.

Love is our first language.

And Takemichi so desperately wants to use his second life to become more human.

So he makes dorayaki on days that Mikey’s eyes look far away. They’re awful at first; Mikey makes a very disgusted face and a dramatic show of spitting them out. But it still doesn’t fail to bring his eyes back to the present. And Takemichi is determined and stubborn, and if he could fix the future, he can make the perfect dorayaki for his best friend.

So he consults with Draken and the internet and slowly but surely, manages to make a dorayaki so perfect that Mikey’s eyes shine and shimmer and look at him with so much emotion he feels paralyzed in place.

Ah, Takemichi thinks helplessly. That is what love must look like.

~~~

Takemichi moves in with Mikey and Draken.

It’s something brought up by Mikey, co-signed by Draken, and so it instantly becomes a course of action, no matter how badly Takemichi wants to protest.

But he doesn’t.

Because Takemichi thinks that home feels a lot more like a traditional Japanese house, right next to a dojo, with a garage time-capsule than a shitty apartment with paper-thin walls and shitty neighbors.

Home is mornings with Draken wrapped up in a blue-gray apron with a small dragon stitched into the corner pocket, made with love by Mitsuya, making a traditional Japanese breakfast, cursing out Mikey for always waking up so late.

Home is Mikey stumbling into the kitchen, looking more like an adorable 12 year old than a full grown man who could kill you with one kick.

Home is running his hair through black locks on the porch that overlooks a small garden, because Mikey is clingy and says Takemichi is so warm and insisting that he must nap in his lap every Sunday afternoon.

Home is growing fresh vegetables with Draken in the garden to make meals filled with love. It’s the perfect balance of a noisy kitchen while making dinner and a cup of calming tea in the dead quiet before bed.

And so Takemichi comes to his third conclusion about love.

That love is what makes a home.

~~~

Chifuyuu runs a pet shop with Kazutora because he still loves Baji.

Hakkai is a model because he spent so much time around Mitsuya because he loves him.

Smiley and Angry run a ramen shop together, balancing one another, because they love each other.

Mitsuya is a fashion designer because he started sewing for his two baby sisters who he loves so much.

Pey-yan is Pah-chin’s assistant because he loves him.

Draken lives with and takes care of Mikey because he loves him.

Mikey made and disbanded Toman because he loves his friends.

And so Takemichi comes to his fourth conclusion on love.

That love is a lot less like fire, and a lot more like water.

That love is not in burning the world for someone, but building a world for them instead. It is nurturing, it is life, and it refreshes. It makes up so much of who we are.

Sometimes it is soft like a drizzling rain. Sometimes it is sweet like a cool, crisp glass of water. Sometimes it is harsh like a thunderstorm. Sometimes it can be damaging like a brutal tsunami.

But it always always always nourishes the Earth. Even if the pits of it are dark and scary, unknown trenches of deep deep ocean.

Love is so integral to our being.

~~~

Takemichi is slowly but surely learning what it means to be human. He is slowly but surely learning to live each day as if it were precious.

He takes morning runs with Draken. He fosters an environment of forgiveness at work between his employees. He eats ramen at the twin’s shop. He gets bi-weekly haircuts from Akkun. He wears his special Mitsuya-made apron as he cooks dinner. He buys the magazines Hakkai is featured in. He hangs out with Chifuyuu every Friday night. He still talks to Hina and Naoto, loving the way that the light in Hina’s eyes shine brighter than they ever did with him.

And every morning, and every night, in a small futon, he kisses Mikey, sweet and lovingly.

He holds Mikey close to his chest, guarding him from drifting far away into a sea of sorrow ever again. He whispers sweet nothings into his ear, calling him Manjirou on days he sees dark clouds rolling in his eyes. He kisses him like he is trying to pour all the love he feels into Mikey’s heart.

He lets Mikey cry out about how hard life has been, and how much he has suffered. He kisses away his tears, shares his burdens, and wraps him in warm warm love.

Because he has come to a fifth conclusion about love.

That love, to him, is a fierce desire to save someone.

And hasn’t his whole second life been dedicated to saving Mikey?

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Now you see me, now you don't.

Pair: Dipper and Iustitia

Summary: Iustitia learns that sometimes you shouldn't bother too much the triangle demon's victim. Now she is paying the price.

Warning: none. Just some random ideas I have in my mind, probably will edit them later.

" Today, I have come to a point in my life where I need a stronger word than fuck. "

Iustitia groans as she is in a sticky situation right now: stuck on a high pine tree and doesn't know where she is right now. A few minutes before all of this happen, she was teaching Dipper and Mabel about the ancient history of her world (well, Mabel isn't paying much attention because it was boring - according to her). The lesson was going well before some triangle demon came and decided to ruin the lessons. You may ask, How? Well, he thinks that sending her to a different dimension was a good idea because she keeps bothering Pine Tree, so now here she is. And what is worse is he send her right into the weakest branches as well!

Bastard.

The sound of creaking as she tries to find some different branch to land, once she found a perfect sturdy one and praying for herself to not messing up, the young girl quickly jump to the sturdy one and watch the weak one befalling to the ground with a loud crash.

"Fuck you, Cipher." Muttering a curse before sighing to herself, slowly climbing down the tree without getting murdered again.

-

The first thing Iustitia need to do first was figure out where is she now. So she follows the trail out of the woods as the layout of the forest is familiar to the original dimension, so in ten minutes, the young girl has already get out of the woods and heading to the busy streets, Iustitia can finally notice some differences between this world and the original world. While on her way to the mall, she found something interesting - a poster about a magician show, and on the bill, it was the familiar face that she saw before coming to this hell - Iustitia stares at the poster as her finger holding it so tight that makes it crumbles. Is this a funny joke to him? Iustitia thought.

"I'm in Reverse Falls dimension."

Iustitia grumbles, her face scrunches up as she remembers Dipper once tell her about this dimension, why he doesn't want to dream the second time, as Iustitia can understand why based on his endless nightmares.

"Dipper-Dipper, hey. It's just me, Iustitia." She whispers, hands holding a cup of warm milk as her mixed eyes look at him with concern as Mabel seems wide awake as well because of her brother's terrifying scream and flop over where Dipper is sitting, throw a hand over his shoulder.

"It's a bad dream, bro-bro. It's not real." She mumbles, half awake and half asleep. Iustitia looks at Dipper's state as she knows it isn't a common nightmare before gentle giving him the warm milk to calm himself down first.

"Do you want to talk about it?" She asks after Dipper finished drinking the milk, placing the cup on the nearby table as she gentle helping him fixing the pillow and the bed for a night of better sleep.

Dipper only whispers out things sometimes that she can't understand at first, but once she gets closer to him, the young hybrid girl understands why he was so afraid to go back to sleep.

"Have you ever dreamt of killing someone that it feels so real?"

Iustitia doesn't say anything and encourages him to go back to sleep, knowing he is too young to hear her answer.

Later on, she figures out it was another game from that darn triangle demon - Dipper told her as she hugs him close to her side, whispering encourages that he needed the most.

Iustitia snaps out of daydream before looks at the crumble poster in her hand, checking for times when it starts and where to buy a ticket. Once finishes remembered the times and the location, no one wouldn't know or see anything about the poster of their beloved twin being burning down to ashes by her.

-

Once Iustitia found her way to the mall, she can see many familiar faces and almost run up to them as usual, but she stops midway and reminds herself that they're not the same person she knows in the original world. It's hard not to go toward them and asks how are their life as it has become a habit of her now, but the young girl reminds herself and forces that bittersweet feeling down her throat, starts heading right to the book store, her favorites store of the mall.

Of course, those ideas have to throw out of the window as soon as she sees someone she doesn't want to see now - Dipper and Mabel, along with two girls who have to carry a bag, which she already knows based on the hairstyle and clothes.

"Can my life get any better? What's next? Some psychopath starts stalking me now?"

Iustitia groans in frustration as she turns her heel and starts heading to clothes stores opposite the book store as it will have to wait for now. Meanwhile, the young boy has caught a glimpse of the new girl and can't help but be curious about her and his latest dream. In those weird dreams, he always sees her sit beside him with a cup of milk, waiting for him. Those gentle fingers wipe away his sweat as she speaks his name with so much kindness in it - Who are you? he wondered. What kind of spell did you cast on me? - A question that he won't dare to ask out loud.

"Brother. Are you listening to me?" The young girl asks in annoyance tones as she takes a glance over where her brother is looking. Once her sky blue eyes land right on the new girl, she can't help but smirk at her brother.

"Oh, what will our poor Pacifica find out that my brother dear have an eye on a new girl?"

She doesn't care how Pacifica would find out and be heartbroken, oh she would love to see her crying expression; how amusing was that. Dipper only scoffs as he glares at his sister before picking up another book and heading to the cashier.

" She appears in my dream, and that is all. I have asked the cry baby demon about how did this happen, and he only says that someone was messing with my dream by switching my dream state with someone else."

His answer was short and plain, but it isn't good enough to entertain his sister's curious mind as he places his book on the counter, as his twin sister's smile only grew wider at the thought, her hands resting on the counter as she presses more about this issue.

"Oh? What did you see? How does her voice sound? Does it sound nice?"

Dipper grumbles as he pays for the book before heading out, ignoring his sister and her endless questions behind his ears. Mabel pouts as she glances over Candy, demanding her to get all the information about the new girl before catching along with her twin brother.

-

After she finished buy some new clothes, her next stop was the stationery store since all her stuff has stayed at the regular dimension. Iustitia hums as she starts heading toward where it was, each store she would stop by and looking around, feeling there is someone is watching her. Sigh in annoyance as the young girl decides to quickly head right to her next stop, as Iustitia starts mapping out where art and craft were and grabs everything that she needs. Few journals, pens, lots of notes and cute stickers, and finally a backpack. Carry all of this while running would be annoying, and if she wants to annoy those twins, this is necessary.

“Are you new around here, kiddo? I saw you around here.”

The casher asks while checking her stuff, seem to be happy to see a new face around here.

“ Yes. I need a new start, and my friends told me how beautiful this place in the night was, so here I am. ”

Iustitia smile at the cashier before glancing over the machine to see how much all of this cost.

“ Do you want to keep the bill? ”

The cashier asks again as Iustitia gives him the same amount of money before a small ideas light up in her mind.

“ Can I borrow the bill for a bit? Later, there will be a girl in a green shirt and black skirt who would come up here and asks about me, and I want you to give her this bill.”

Iustitia hums as she writes down a note behind the bill before giving them back. As the cashier read what it says, he quickly covers his mouth as the cashier stiffing a laugh.

"Please, don't tell me you also are a magician as well."

They lean on the counter as her smile widens as she whispers in his ear before take her left, leaving his face dust pink at her final words. It takes him few minutes to stop zoning at the new girl with beautiful emerald eyes before glancing down at the next customer who fits with the describes he has been giving as his eyes gawk at the tiny child, stumbling with the bill and handed it to her quickly.

"Nothing out of ordinary, basic stuff." Candy grumbles as she checks the back of the bill and sees the neat words, with a smiley cat face sign on it.

"Now you see me. - I." Realize the familiar words as Candy quickly calls for Grenda to see if she still keeps an eye on her. Silently waiting for Grenda to pick up the phone was annoying to idling as the bill in her hand starts to crumbles. Candy feels like all of this game she did plainly to tease them, a bold and daring claim that they will never catch her. A few minutes later, Grenda finally picks up her phone, panting heavily in the phone as she grumbles out an answer.

"What do you want?"

"Do you still keep an eye on her?!" Candy was yelling through her phone, annoying and pissed at this little game now.

"I have on one moment, but she merely - " Before Grenda can finish those words, Candy ends the call as she already knows the answer - Disappear in the thin air like she didn't exist in this world.

What should she tell Mabel now?!

-

Mabel holds the crumbling bill as the words irritate her more before glancing at her brother and ask what to do now. He only shrugs his shoulder, as all he wants is to leave this place and getting ready for their show now, yet the weather isn't supporting them much.

"Rain. Great."

Dipper mutters under his breath as he has waits for few hours to catch a simple girl but didn't catch her because she disappears in thin air. Like he would believe that excuse, and now it's raining, and he maybe has to stick here for a while. A loud shout of their name can be heard behind them as a security guard runs up to them with an umbrella in their hand, and once the security guard comes closer, they can see a note in his hand as well.

"A girl who came up to me and said that mister Geeful has forgotten his umbrella and asks me to return it, along with this picture as well."

The guard said and handing them the umbrella with a note before running back to his station. Mabel snicker as she thought it would be another love letter as Dipper looks at the picture, he doesn't know where it did take as all he can see was the blue sky - reminding him of his eyes. Once he didn't notice anything strange, Dipper decided to check the back, and on the back of had the same handwriting and the smiley cat signature on it.

"Now you don't.

Better luck next time, Dipper Gleeful and Mabel Gleeful. Hope that you like my first gift.

Ps: Look at the street across the mall, it's my second gift for playing this cat and mouse game with me. - I."

As they both look across the street, they can see one person standing near the bus stop with the same umbrella they have in their hand. When their attention is finally on them, they remove the baseball hat off and letting their hair falling freely and that's when they realize they have seen her walking past them but didn't notice it until now. She mouthed a few words with a smirk on her face before a car run past, once again she disappears in the thin air again.

'Can't wait for our next chasing game.'

That was what she said before disappeared.

Dipper opens the umbrella, humming as he can't wait to catch her next time.

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In between the bed sheets (Ashton Irwin Smut)

Summary: Ashton and (Y/N) spend the night together and have a discussion the morning after. Based on Sleep Prompts: #1: “The bed is cold without you", #6: "Carry me to bed.", #20: "I think your hair is cute when you wake up." & Love Prompt: #1: "I am so in love with you." (Smut /  Unprotected Sex) (Request) (Words: 1.9k)

"You look so beautiful." Ashton whispers, wrapping his arms around my waist. I feel towered by his frame, however, this makes me feel safer than ever. "I am just cooking." I comment, leaning my head back to rest on his peck. "I know... You just look really beautiful, with your hair like that and wearing my clothes. I think the look suits you." He explains, placing his hands on my hips. "Mhm... I bet it does..." I chuckle and he huffs. "How long until the food is ready? The smell... It makes my stomach grumble." He moves his lips down my neck, planting a kiss on the curve. "Just a few more minutes..." I reply, stirring the pot; his lips feel dangerously good on my skin for me to concentrate on anything else but them. I know he is not trying to turn this sexual, but for me, it is getting too difficult to keep my mind from running the dirtiest scenarios.

"I am so hungry, I could eat you up..." He moans, making me lick my lips. "Are you doing this on purpose?" I ask, nearly whining. I turn around, finding Ashton looking at me with his eyebrows furrowed together. "Doing what on purpose?" He asks me, confusion dripping from his voice. "All that... The touching, the kissing... The innuendos... Are you doing it on purpose?" I ask, clearly hot and bothered. "I am just touching my girlfriend. Is that not allowed?" He asks, shrugging his shoulders. "Fletcher, you know damn well this isn't all you're doing." I fold my arms in front of my chest, looking at him. "It's not my fault you get wet by the simplest thing." He sasses and I chuckle. "It kinda is." I point out, making him hum as he puts his fingers through the loops of my jeans. "Yeah? I am making you wet, princess? I am making you wet by just touching you? I got you hooked, huh?" He asks cockily, pressing me against the counter. "I fucking hate you." I utter and he gives me a side smirk. "I bet you do..." He states, slipping his thumb under the hem of my top, grazing it over my skin. "Just... Fuck... Carry me to bed." I mumble, making him cackle at my reaction. "What about the food?" He asks, pulling the pot away from the stove. "There is something else I would rather have..." I state, wrapping my fingers around his wrist. He sighs happily, squatting down a little to wrap my legs around his waist. He picks me up, causing me to hold myself steady by wrapping my arms around his neck.

"I've been thinking about you all day long." He states as he lays me on the edge of the bed. He turns on the bedside lamp, leaving the ceiling light off. "You've been walking around with a boner all day long?" I ask, unbuttoning my jeans. "Yeah, and a headache too." He replies, helping me lower my pants down my legs. "Well, I can help with both of them..." I reply, while he moves down and brings his lips to press kisses on my abdomen. "Bet you can, pretty girl." He chuckles, biting onto my skin softly. "Come on, baby. I need you..." I purr, reaching to the hem of my top, raising it slowly until it is off my body. I leave it on the mattress, bringing my hand down to graze between my breasts. "You are so damn needy... I love it." He takes a moment to get off his clothes, struggling a little in the dim light. I can't help but smile at the sight; he tries to act all cool and casual, but he beams with excitement, like a damn puppy.

He blindly tries to line up to my core, sighing frustratedly as he fails time after time. "Wanna turn on the light, babe?" I ask, scooting down to get closer to him. "I want this to be a little romantic..." He mumbles, running his tip up to my clit. I wince at the sudden touch, but then gasp as he finally slides inside me. My eyes roll back, while a smile stretches to my lips as I feel him go in. "Fuck..." He moans, letting me feel him inch by inch. "Fucking finally." I utter, wrapping my legs around his waist. His hand goes to my breast, cupping it softly before he grazes his thumb over my nipple. "I've been starring at these fucking nipples since I came... You know what the fuck you do to me when you go braless, baby?" He asks me, slamming onto me. His thumb runs in circles over it, roughening the peak a little. "Should have just slipped your hand under my top, play with 'em while I cooked." I state, arching my back off the mattress a little. "I should have, yeah... But we know I wouldn't leave it there, baby, don't we? We both know I would have slide my hand down your panties, play with your little pussy..." He groans, pounding me onto the mattress. His veins pulse on my walls, adding to the whole sensation. "You should have just fucked me on top of my counter, then..." I rasp, clawing into the bedsheet. "I should have. But the sight of you underneath me, with your tits bouncing and your face looking like that... Oh fuck, I wouldn't miss it for anything." He explains, bringing his hand to my hip.

"Ash..." I whisper, bucking my hips up to meet his thrust. He pins me down, pressing onto my body while he thrusts inside me forcefully. "What, princess? What do you need?" He asks me. I bite my bottom lip, my hand flying up to cover my mouth with my wrist and minimize the noise I am making. "You have to tell me what you want, angel." He teases, leaning closer to bring his lips to my neck. "Deeper... A bit deeper..." I whimper, while he nips on my skin. "Oh yeah? Deeper?" He asks, bucking his hips forward, guiding his full length inside me. My eyes flutter, feeling my gut tightening up as he grazes my spot. "Oh, fuck... You are so good at this..." I groan, pulling at the sheet underneath us. "I know..." He replies cockily, making me chuckle at him. He must have marked my neck for good, his lips and teeth have been practically attacking it.

The bed rattles as he slams onto me, adding to the little sounds we are making. "Maybe we should record us sometime..." I note and he hums. "Like a sex tape?" He asks, getting a little sloppy. "No, voice notes... We should be on your next album, we are art..." I explain and he cups my face, turning it to make me look at him. "This is for our ears only, baby." He asserts, his voice sounding deep, with a growl coming from the very back of his throat. "I am so close." I grumble, shutting my eyes to concentrate on what he is giving me. "Me too... I wanna cum..." He moans softly. "No, not yet... It feels so much better when you cum after my orgasm. It is like a little extra shock." I nearly beg him to last a little longer. "Fuck, now I have to think of random stuff and not stare at you and your pretty o-face." He groans, almost complaining. "You definitely shouldn't stare at my face, nor my tits and the way they bounce. Definitely shouldn't... Maybe you should shut your ears and not listen to my moans and how good my wetness sounds, or the sound your skin slapping on mine makes..." I tease him, feeling his cock pulse inside me.

His hand grips my jaw, forcing me to face him. "You think I am joking? You think I am playing, darling? Do you enjoy teasing me, making me suffer?" He barks at me, making my writhe underneath him. I love it when he gets a little dark, when his face tenses back and he shows off his teeth. "I am cumming." I chant, arching my back as I feel my walls convulsing around him and waves of euphoria running down my spine. "Fuck..." He groans, gasping for air as he continues thrusting inside me, not letting the high subdue. "This is too much... This is too much, I love it..." I nearly scream, legs shaking and nails digging into the mattress. "Fuck, I am... Shit." He hisses, grounding his hips on mine, keeping his cock deep inside me as he cums, filling me up with warmth. He stays stiff, panting as I go through the second wave of chills, this time a little less intense. He brings his lips to mine, kissing me softly as we both try to calm down and stop shaking.

I didn't realize I have fallen asleep until I opened my eyes and there was light coming from my windows. I rax my body and yawn, turning to my side to look over Ashton. But the bed is empty and he is nowhere to be seen in the room. For a moment I feel strange; it is not like him to get up and leave the morning after. The weird feeling goes away as he walks into the room, still in his boxers and with his face swollen, probably from being awake for only a couple of minutes. I smile at him and relax back on the bed, bringing the covers closer to me. "The bed is cold without you..." I mumble sleepily, causing him to jump on the bed and land on my side before he hovers over me. "I am sorry I left..." He whispers, kissing the tip of my nose. "It's ok..." I assure him, reaching up to twirl one of his messy strands between my fingers. "What?" He asks me, making my knit my eyebrows together. "What?" I ask him back, confused as to what he is asking me. "You are all smiley and gooey... Why?" He asks, making me shrug my shoulders. "Nothing. I just... I think your hair is cute when you wake up... I can't get enough of the sight of you. I think I would be more of a morning person if I got to wake up next to you every morning." I explain; I haven't been this open, this vulnerable with him before, nor have I ever shared anything sounding like a future plan with him.

He looks at me for a few seconds, and I swear everything pauses until the corners of his mouth curl into a smile. "I am so in love with you." He says happily, pressing his lips softly on mine, for a short second, before he gets under the covers with me, pulling me into a cuddle. "I am not ready to get out of bed yet. And I don't think you are either." "It's ok. We can stay here for a little longer. And then get up and eat something, because I have been hungry since last night and I really need food." He mumbles, running his thumb over the little dip in my back. "I can order breakfast and have it delivered to us whenever we want to." I offer and he hums. "Hey, about that thing you said, about being a morning person if you woke up next to me every morning... I think I want us to start living together."

My Masterlist

[oumiyuki]

Sleepover

Used YouRiko Week 2018 Day 4 Prompt for this but still not gonna count this as Day 4? XD hahahaha

Summary: Riko did not get what she expected during her sleepover with You. But she was filled with love and happiness nonetheless.

Pairing: You x Riko

Genre: Fluff, Romance

Words: 669

Read me at fanfiction.net or AO3 too~ :D

Author Notes

Happy Birthday Riko-chan!! ^w^

Sleepover for a sweet snuggly Riko-chan birthday? :D

May you enjoy~ XD

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It started on a slow and cold winter school day.

“Um…Riko-chan…” You holds onto the corner of Riko’s school uniform sleeve, head facing down as she starts hesitantly, her cheeks flushed.

Riko waits patiently, her heart picking up the pace as she took in the sight of You’s reddened cheeks all the way to the ash-brunette’s ears. And the way You’s gorgeous ocean-blue eyes held nervousness and shyness made her feel so too.

What could this be about..?

“Would you…like to have a sleepover, at my place, tonight?” You’s hand that was positioned over her heart that Riko guessed was drumming away similar to hers, gripped the baby blue scarf You was wearing and pulled it up over her illuminated face.

Ah, she’s so cute. But more importantly… A SLEEPOVER AT YOU-CHAN’S PLACE!!!!!

Riko’s brain erupted like a volcano in cheers and confetti strewn all about inside her mind’s party, while her jaw falls agape.

We’ve always only had sleepovers with Chika-chan included. And always at Chika-chan’s, I almost thought I’d have to wait till we graduate high school to get to have an alone night with You-chan!

Riko could not help the grin that went from ear to ear.

T-This means we get to further our relationship tonight, am I right? Ahhh, thankfully I’m prepared for this. I’ve had so much image training for it!

“I would love to.” Riko takes You’s hands into hers with a bright smile, excited for afterschool.

You returns a shy but happy smile to Riko who seemed equally eager for their first sleepover at her house.

Riko lays on the futon, fluffy, comfy and warm as it may be, the redhead stares at the ceiling with slightly furrowed eyebrows.

…

The room was already dark, and she had You laying beside her in another futon as it was already time for bed.

How did time fly by so fast? Where was the heart-pounding, sweaty palms, blush-covered faces, and hot breaths over one another scene where You-chan and I share a kiss!?

Riko fidgets under the thick blanket.

Don’t get me wrong, it was fun chatting the night away and watching You-chan smile so carefreely and sweetly like the angel she is. But… But… I was expecting a bit more physical intimacy!

Riko turns to pout at You for not being a little less adorable and a bit more charming and forward which the future sailor can be.

You-chan and her pretty blue eyes, always making my heart skip beats—wait. Pretty blue eyes??

“Y-You-chan..! You’re awake?!” Riko whisper-gasps when she notices her girlfriend facing her way and those large blue eyes that constantly stole Riko’s attention looking back at her.

You nods, her fluffy ash-grey hair shifting on the pillow. “Mmph…actually… I…”

Hm?? What is this mood? Could it be? Right now?

“I want to… with Riko-chan…” You murmurs shyly, pressing her plump and enticing lips together and even swallowing her nerves visibly. Those did not escape Riko’s notice in the dark and Riko’s cheeks pinkens at the thought of You asking for the said kiss that Riko was looking forward to.

However…

Riko holds back a wistful sigh as she places her arm over You’s waist and hand around You’s back. “…Come closer, You-chan. It was you who wanted to cuddle.”

Well, cuddles are good too.

“Uu…” You makes a cute sound, face trying its best to illuminate her room. “I-If I move any closer…my heart might go full speed ahead.”

Riko could not stop her cheek muscles from smiling as her heart drummed noisily in her chest, and her hold around You tightens as she feels the warmth of You’s body close to hers, the heat of You’s hands around her back permeating her shirt to her skin.

Mnnn…!! It’s a bit different… it’s a bit different but ahh, this is happiness~~!

Riko did not get a kiss, but she got warm hugs and racing hearts with her precious Yousoro girlfriend; cute and snuggly in her arms that winter night.

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Author Notes

Heyyyyyyy~ (´ ∀ ` *)

Did you feel warm and kinda blushy? Smiley and a bit of hearts racing? Hehe~ (≧◡≦)

If you did, that would make me super happy!! ^w^

Leave me a comment if you like~ (It would make me, Riko-chan and You-chan extra happy after the cuddly night to read them! Hehe~ :D)

And once again, Happy Birthday dear Riko-chan (≧◡≦) ♡

I know you love You-chan soooooo much! So of course, you get You-chan for your birthday!! ( ´ ∀ `)ノ～ ♡ Keep being the sweet, kind, gentle, and secretly guilty Riko-chan always! :D

And to my dear readers, let’s have a wonderful YouRiko day this year too! ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

[mastrmiscellaneous]

Ari’s Coming Out

Ari is scared to come out to her parents, and Jacob helps her settle her mind.

Word count: 2182

 December 20th, 2016…

Ari paced around her room hand covering her mouth, eyes worried as she listened to her brother.

“Ari, it will be fine.” Jacob was sitting on his sister’s bed, hating watching her look like this. She was never this worried, always hyper and smiley, and it was unnatural to see her like this. “you’re their daughter, they are not going to hate you because of this.”

“But how do you know?” Ari looked on the verge of tears as she spoke of her parents being angry at her. she didn’t want them to be mad, especially over something like this. It’s not her fault she’s… that way. She sighed into her hands and looked at her brother. “They are both from pretty strict Pureblood families, and this isn’t really something that aligns with Pureblood beliefs.”

“Ari, you know mum and dad, they fought everything to do with Pureblood beliefs to be together. This isn’t going to be a problem.”

“You don’t know that…” Ari sat down next to Jacob, head in hands, as she tried not to cry. Jacob wrapped his arm around her shoulders and hugged her, muttering comforts in her ear. After she had calmed down a little, Jacob moved to stand in front of her.

“You need to tell them. They deserve to know. Everything will be fine.”

Ari nodded, biting her lower lip in nervousness. She hummed in agreement, and looked at him, a nervous smile on her face. “Ok. Ok, I will. Before we go back to Hogwarts.”

“Good.” Jacob leaned forward and hugged his sister. “I’m here for you, no matter what.”

“Thank you.”

Merula leant on the wall next to her daughter’s room, listening to her conversation with her brother. She felt bad for eavesdropping, but she was intrigued. This sounded serious, and all she could get was that Ari was hiding something, and wouldn’t tell her and Thomas because she was scared of their response.

She hated that her daughter didn’t trust her with her secrets. She thought that she had made it clear that her children could tell her anything. She now what it’s like to live in a place where you have to keep secrets, and she didn’t want her family to feel like that. It broke her to hear Ari so upset, but she couldn’t go in, because then they would know she was listening, and they would never trust her again.

She heard movement coming from inside the room, so she dashed off, silently, towards her’s and Thomas’s room, collecting some clothes that needed washing, and went downstairs, getting on with her chores, thinking about Ari.

 After an awkward, almost silent dinner, the family sat in the living room, doing their own thing, and Jacob was making intense eye contact with his sister, pushing her to tell their parents. All she did was subtly shake her head and mouth ‘not yet’. He rolled his eyes and went back to his book, wishing Ari would just get on with it, because he hated keeping secrets from his parents.

Ari was getting annoyed, feeling too pressured by her brother. She wasn’t ready at that moment to tell them, and Jacob was not making it any easier. Her hands started to clench, and she felt like she was going to cry. She ran out of the room and up the stairs, quickly shutting the door to her room and falling on the bed, curling up and letting silent tears of frustration flow.

In the living room, Merula and Thomas shared a worried look, and Jacob bit his lip, burying his face in his book, avoiding eye contact with his parents.

“What was that about?” Thomas looked towards the door, a concerned look on his face.

“I don’t know…” Merula frowned, closing her book after marking her place and stood up. “I’m going to see if she’s ok.”

 Merula stood outside her daughter’s bedroom, hesitantly, scared of what she was going to find. Se hated when her kids were upset, and she hated not knowing what was making them upset even more. She knocked on the door and listened for an answer. When she didn’t hear one, she opened the door, and peeked in, hoping she wouldn’t anger her daughter.

She scanned the room, quickly, looking for her daughter, and she found her curled up on the bed, shaking slightly, wobbly breathes sounding from her.

“Ari?” Merula said, sliding into the room and closing the door. “What’s wrong?”

Ari jumped slightly, but didn’t respond, only curling up tighter. Merula walked over to her and sat on the edge of the bed, leaning towards her daughter. “Ari, please. Tell me what’s wrong.”

Ari shuffled up to a sitting position, small tears falling down her face, and turned to her mother, bottom lip wobbling. Merula opened her arms offering a hug, and Ari jumped into it, burying her head into her mother’s shoulder, gripping her shirt, shaking and crying into her mother.

After several minutes, Ari calmed down, but she didn’t leave Merula’s embrace, breathing in her comforting scent. Merula twisted Ari’s long hair around her fingers, and kissed her on the head, comfortingly.

“Are you ok?” Merula asked, quietly. “You really worried me.”

Ari’s breath shook, and she nodded a small nod. “I am now.”

“What’s happening with you?” Merula shifted to looked at her daughter, wiping a tear from her eyes, cupping her head in her hands. Ari clenched her eyes shut and turned away, sitting up and hugging her legs. “Come on, baby, talk to me.”

Ari stayed silent for a few seconds and frowned, sadly. She took a shake breath and looked at her mum, looking nervous.

“Errm… well… there’s something I… I have to tell you…” She stuttered, nervously. “It’s… kinda important…”

“Merula wrapped her arm around Ari’s shoulder and hugged her close. “What is it?”

Ari looked at Merula, looking upset. “It’s… complicated… I don’t know how you’ll react. I’m just, kind of scared…”

Merula shuffled closer to her daughter and hugged her tighter, twirling her hair in her fingers. She hated hearing that her daughter was scared to tell her something. She didn’t want that. Merula and Thomas had always made it obvious that Ari and Jacob could tell them anything, even if it was hard to hear, but Ari had clearly ignored that.

“Ari, you can tell me anything.” She placed her hand over her chest and smiled at her daughter (a little tradition the family had). “Donner’s honour.”

Ari smiled and laughed, recognising the old gesture. “Ok. Ok, just… don’t get too mad…”

She took in a deep breath and smiled at her mum, hopefully. Merula smiled back, trying to comfort her daughter. “I promise.”

“Mum… I, erm… Well, I’m just going to out right say it. Mum, I’m bisexual.”

Ari tensed up, clenching her hands and closing her eyes tight. She feared looking at her mother, feeling her embrace loosen when she said it. She thought that she was angry, or upset. She started to panic, immediately regretting what she said.

However, just as Ari started to open her eyes, she heard small huffs of laughter echoing from her mum. She opened her eyes fully and looked at her, pleasantly surprised at what she saw.

Merula was had a wide smile plastered to her face, eyes closed tight, small lines etched into her skin around her eyes, all while she laughed, relieved, at her daughter’s confession. Her arm was still slung around Ari’s shoulders, and Merula tugged her in tighter, making Ari smile in confusion and joy.

“So… you’re ok with this?” Ari asked, hopefully.

“Oh, Ari!” Merula smiled and shifted on the bed, pulling Ari into a full, tight embrace. “Of course, I am! You’re my daughter, I could never hate you.”

Tears of joy welled in Ari’s eyes, as she put on a wide, joyful smile, nuzzling into her mother’s comforting warmth. “Thank Merlin! I was so worried…”

“Because me and your dad are from strict Pureblood families?” Merula said, more stating than asking. “That is exactly how we felt, too.”

Ari pulled a confused face, and looked up at Merula. “What?”

Merula laughed, and looked down at Ari, still smiling wide. “I guess we’ve never told you. We are both bi.”

Ari shot up, making her fringe fall in front of her eyes. Her jaw dropped and she made a sound of shock as she stared at her mother. “What?! You mean I’ve been stressing about this for a year, you’ve been the same this whole time? How come you never told us?”

Merula blushed, and reached forward, brushing her daughter’s fringe out of her eyes, shrugging. “Never came up.”

Ari fell down on her back, now laying on the bed, staring at the ceiling in shock. “Holy Merlin… Everything makes sense now…”

Merula giggled and shifted to the top of the bed, and leaning back onto the headboard. “Ok, now I have questions for you.” Ari looked up and smiled, welcoming anything she wanted to ask. “Well, two question. Who else knows, and how did you find out?”

“Only Jacob and Aspen know. But, since Aspen knows, Ash probably does too, knowing her. and as for finding out, that’s a bit complicated. In fourth year, I started to feel some feelings for this guy that sits nest to me in transfiguration. He’s smart, and pretty cute, and he’s got a bit of a fun streak about him. He’s cool. But, about a month later, I got similar feelings for a girl in my potions class, who again, is very cute, and sweet. I was so confused for ages, then in fifth year, I started to realise that I the feelings were so similar because they were the same thing. I liked both a girl and a boy, and I began to think about it, and its not the first time I’ve felt that way. I found out that I was bi, and I kept it to myself for about five months, I think? Anyway, Jacob found out, and I told Aspen a month later.”

Merula smiled, staring at her daughter, as proud as she could be. “Wow. That is lot of information to get in 50 seconds. I’m glad you told me, though. I need you to know you can tell me anything.”

The two smiled at each other in silence, Ari feeling a weight lifting off her shoulders. After a minute silence, Merula finally spoke.

“So, I have to ask. These classmates. Did anything happen?” Merula asked, raising her eyebrow, in playful interrogation. This made Ari blush, furiously, covering her face in embarrassment.

“Mum, why?” she groaned, squeaking.

“You can’t just tell me something like that and not tell me more!”

“Fine, ok!” Ari laughed, and turned onto her stomach, leaning on her elbows to look at her mother. “I may have gotten a little closer to her, and we may have kissed a little, but that is it! That is actually how Jacob found out.”

Merula smiled and laughed, shaking her head. “Wow. I never thought I’d hear the day that my daughter outed herself by carless snogging. And I thought I taught you better than that!”

Ari shoved her head into her pillow and groaned in embarrassment, and Merula heard a muffled ‘why??’, making her laugh.

“I’m your mother. it’s my job to embarrass you.” Merula ruffled Ari’s plaited hair, and got up. “I’ll leave you to your business. I love you, Ari.”

Ari looked up at her and smiled, still bright red in the face. “I love you, mum.”

Merula left the room, smiling, feeling like she knew her daughter better than ever.

 25th December, 2016…

The Donner family were getting ready for their Christmas lunch, Thomas and Jacob setting the table, and Merula and Ari preparing food in the kitchen. Everything was almost perfect, and the mother and daughter were standing across the room from each other, chatting and laughing. Suddenly, Merula clicked her fingers and rushed to the corner of the room, where they kept sewing and basic craft equipment. She rummaged around in on of the draws and pulled out a small envelope, with ‘Ari’ written on in Gryffindor red ink. She handed it to Ari and gestured for her to open it.

“Just a little celebration for you.”

Ari opened it, excitably, and poured the contents onto her hand. Inside was a small, circular badge coloured pink, purple, and blue, along with a little, folded note saying, ‘Tie Bi’, with instructions to a spell on it.

“The spell will turn your tie into the Bi flag, and the bade is just for every day. Make sure to only transfigure your tie in July, I don’t want you getting too much detentions!”

Instead of answering, Ari rushed into Merula’s arms, hugging her tight, and muttering thanks. Merula returned the hug, and the two smiled at each other. Ari pinned the badge onto her lapel, and stuffed the spell in her pocket, and the two finished preparations, humming quietly together as they worked.

[the-real-tc]

Review: Decision Time, Ep. 1103

There were several threads weaving together this plot in another solid script from Ken Craw. We had Georgie and Val butting heads over how hard to train with Flame. We had Tim and Caleb nearly having a falling out over how to run the rodeo school. There was Jade having confidence issues when a new girl (Avery) shows up at the school with great bulldogging skills. We also had Amy and Ty having their first “new parents” freak-out with Lyndy’s health. Finally, we had Jack extending a business proposition to Mitch (he really does like having that guy around!).

All seems well at Heartland on this morning, with Georgie taking Flame around the jumping pen; un-official coach Amy likes what she sees, telling Georgie everything looks good and that no changes are necessary. New daddy Ty shows up just then to place “smiley-pants” Lyndy in Amy’s arms so he can head off to the clinic. Just before he leaves, Ty suggests dinner at Maggie’s; Amy readily agrees. At Tim’s rodeo school: It’s time for his students to learn the fine art of bulldogging (steer wrestling), or for the ladies in the class, ribbon-grabbing. Caleb and Tim have a little disagreement over Tim’s chosen method of instruction, something that threatens to become a huge problem. Jade overhears their little spat and tries to reign them in a little before things escalate. Tim was so irritated with Caleb’s “suggestions” as the episode progressed, he was about to fire him. Caleb-the-Clueless thought he was contributing invaluable assistance. So funny to see these two on totally different pages. Caleb’s hero-worship of Tim has clearly never ended. But Tim does owe him one: when the students were close to ridiculing the old rodeo legend for banging himself up during a steer wrestling demo, Caleb indignantly talked about Tim’s successes, and that they should be grateful to be learning from him. Back at Heartland, Val is disappointed to find Georgie and Amy are done practicing already. She’s skeptical when Amy tells her they accomplished a lot. The show in Okotoks is next week, and Val lays a guilt trip on Georgie about where her priorities lie. She whips out an iPad with a detailed schedule for Georgie, and it’s clear that between practice times and competition dates, she won’t have much time for anything else, particularly Trick Riding. If Georgie thought riding Flame would be a fun, Val Stanton can really suck the joy out of it. Many others have commented on this, and I agree: it’s like Val hasn’t learned anything from when she pushed Ashley and Apollo. She pushed so hard, Ash grew to hate the sport and took up barrel racing just to spite her mother. So, one wonders why Val is pushing so hard… Flame is apparently an Olympic hopeful. Is it the prestige? Is it the money? I’ve posited in other quarters that since Lisa is experiencing financial difficulty in the “expensive” horse business, could Val be experiencing similar troubles? (It’s been pointed out that show jumping and horse racing are different, so maybe the show jumping scene isn’t going down the tubes and Briar Ridge is staying afloat quite nicely.) But if Val’s business is suffering like Fairfield is, maybe she’s desperate for a winner in Flame in order to keep from folding. Georgie tries to make the grueling schedule work, especially since Olivia has approached her to do a tandem trick as headliners in an upcoming rodeo. When Georgie pulls a muscle during a practice run, upsetting her training schedule, Val pretty much forces her to choose between continuing to work for her and riding for the Extreme Team. Side note: Helen Colliander does a brilliant job as Olivia trying to mask her glee when Georgie breaks the news she’s quitting the Extreme Team. Olivia knows the polite thing to do would be to sound disappointed, but she just can’t help herself. It’s a comical scene (I actually burst out laughing) since it’s clear Oliva is really jubilant that her “rival” is no longer going to be a challenge to her solo “headliner” chances. The other “decision” that had to be made was by Mitch, who seems to be hating his job in Calgary, even though it’s what he trained to do. Jack, seeing how much he misses the great outdoors, offers him a stake in his cattle business. In a really comfortable scene around the dinner table, Jack happily announces that Mitch has agreed to come on board. (Wonder what Lou will think of this when she gets back!) For Amy and Ty, Baby Lyndy has been a pretty happy infant… until she starts teething. Her sleep patterns are upset, and the new parents panic and rush Lyndy to the hospital when she starts running a fever. Of course, the kid is all right, but her whiny, cranky behavior shows new godparents Cass and Caleb that maybe now isn’t quite the right time to start their own family. Last but not least thread: Jade and Avery, the new kid in class. Not satisfied with ribbon-pulling, Avery gets into the thick of things by wrestling the steer to the ground, just like a pro. Jade is instantly intimidated, and treats Avery with open hostility. To her credit, Avery takes Jade’s constant maltreatment and comes across as humble, yet self-assured. By the end of the episode, the two of them come to an understanding. Jade realises Avery isn’t there to be a threat, and (maybe) convinces her to stay on as a student in Tim’s school; offers her a chance to partner with her in team roping. Avery says she’ll think about it… Final notes: Baby Lyndy is seriously cute. Not-so-cute when she’s cranky and bringing up her food on poor Cass, but when she’s happy, she’s adorable. Caleb had a poster of Tim on his wall when he was growing up; Tim had a poster of Farrah Fawcett. Adam is still hanging around, though he's stuck with Olivia. Still, he seems content to be chummy with Georgie, and the two seem comfortable with this arrangement. Val was clearly relieved to hear Georgie had chosen to quit Extreme Team, but at least she acknowledged it was a tough decision. Maybe there’s hope for her, yet! Ty claims he *sings* to Lyndy for bedtime. This, I wanna hear. (I would have thought songbird Mama Amy would be the one to sing lullabies.)

[softforcal]

please OH PLEASE continue the roommate|AU with golden boy Luke PLEASE

continuation of this post (x). Cal here, Ash here, Michael here. 

i got like 7 requests for this little nugget of happiness so here we go

Luke hemmings Roommate!AU

-this little munchkin

-you can’t sleep one night and you’re in the kitchen, Luke comes in and looks tired but wants to keep you company

-talking quietly as he listens to your day and what’s stressing you out and why you can’t sleep

-he looks like he’s going to pass out but refuses to leave you until you go to bed so you’re just like, “look, we can go lay down in my bed and if you fall asleep thats fine.”

-laughing to yourself when Luke wants to be the small spoon

-and he is soooo tired but he’s so warm and soon he’s asleep and you know you’ll be asleep soon too so you press a kiss to his cheek then drift off

-waking up in a tangle of limbs with this giant breadstick

-he’s so precious and golden in the mornings

-never really having fully appreciated it because you’ve never woken up next to him

-kinda just looking at him and he opens your eyes and blushes slightly

-he’s just so pretty and you can’t not kiss him

-your hands tangle in his hair as he pulls you to be straddling him

-pulling away and he just brushes your hair out of your face and you both just smile at each other, then he whispers something like “you’re so beautiful.”

-hiding your face against his chest and you’re both just so happy

-smiling until it hurts

-”so do you maybe wanna… like go on a date sometime?” “pick me up at six Hemmings?” “i’ll try not to be late.”

-realizing that although that was a cute line, since you live together and spend the whole day together anyways might as well just go out whenever

-he takes you to this little hole in the wall restaurant that has a super comfortable vibe

-”can i tell you something?” “of course Luke, you can tell me anything.” “you make me want to write sappy music.”

-heart. melted.

-”oh yeah? like what?” and he proceeds to pull out his phone and read you really cute, romantic lyrics

-”sorry if i’m making this weird, i mean we’re roommates so if you don’t feel the same way-” cutting him off with a kiss

-he’s that guy where you’re walking home and it begins to rain so he covers you with his jacket

-running to get out of the rain but before you can go up the stairs to the apartment he grabs you and spins you around and plants a kiss on you. you pull away, breathless and he just kinda grins sheepishly like “i’ve always wanted to do that with you.”

-grabbing his hand and going back to the apartment

-”you guys are soaked.” “don’t get water on the carpet.” “wait, are you two holding hands?! Luke! you dirty breadstick, you!”

-immediately being attacked with questions and Luke kind of shields you and walks you to your bedroom

-coming out later for food and Calum is kinda just like, “come on, you can tell me.” “Luke and i are trying it out okay?” “pff.” “what do you mean pffff?!” “i mean, that kids been in love with you since the day he first met you. you were everything his ex wasn’t and it made him realize he needed to get out of it. don’t tell him i told you.”

-so thats a bit of a shock

-Michael is pretty straight up about the whole thing, “you know, i’m glad its him. because at least he has the decency to be quiet if he’s in your room, unlike Ashton and Calum who are TOO LOUD!” “its not my fault the girls i bring home are verbally appreciative of my skills in bed.” “sure Mr ‘call me daddy.’”

-Luke tries so hard tho. like so hard. he tries to get Calum to show him how to cook

-bringing you breakfast in bed and you’re so shocked that he cooked but he can’t lie and ends up admitting the eggs he cooked we so bad Calum pushed him away from the stove before he could burn the apartment down

-”Thanks for the eggs Cal!” “don’t mention it Y/N.”

-Luke is king of mushy pet names

-”But babe i wanna cuddle!” “you look gorgeous princess.” “good morning sweetheart.” “there’s my Pretty Girl.” “aw baby, how did i ever get so lucky with you?”

-and he’s so big

-sometimes you think he forgets how big he is

-like this boy tried to shower with you once and then realized it was not going to work cuz his huge body makes him hog all the water

-or when he flops down on top of you when he’s tired

-getting to run your fingers through his hair

-braiding his hair. this is a serious kink of mine but only for Luke, i dont know

-he surprises you at work and leans over the counter to put a flower in your hair

-he’s so smiley and cute and angelic

-all your coworkers are just like “DAMN, Angel boy’s got game!”

-okay he’s just beautiful and if you are not taking pictures of him for artsy instagram posts then you are wrong. you’re wrong fam.

-wearing his clothes and they are soooo looooong on you

-throwing on one of his shirts in the morning and it goes past your knees

-and his jackets just dwarf you

-he’s king of soft kisses

-lazy kisses

-warm kisses

-kisses in the morning where sunlight through the window lights up his bedhead like a crown

-can someone give him a back massage?

-the guys have never seen him this relaxed before, they’re all blown away by all his happy smiles and giggles

-restful spa days where you paint each others nails and put on face masks

-being the most relaxed, laid back, cuddly couple ever

-he’s so happy to move out of Ashton’s room and Ashton is stoked about it, no more sleeping on the couch for Luke

-so much cuddling

-he does grabby hands,  ty to convince me otherwise

-needy boy just wants to be soft with someone

-the softest honey

-so many smiles

-”Luke i have to go to work.” “nooooo.” “Luke, let go of me i have to leave.” “goodbye kisses.”

-and he has such a beautiful voice

-so much singing together

-and him serenading the shit out of you

-him singing you a song that he wrote for you while playing guitar for your anniversary, or just when you have a bad day, and because its such a sweet song that always cheers you up, he sings it whenever you’re sad

-this cuddle muffin freaks out when you’re sad, he can’t stand it

-intertwining your fingers

-he tries so hard to cook for you because he wants to show you that he’s a good boyfriend and he has all these weird prerequisites like being able to cook

-you both freak out when you realize he can actually make decent boxed mac and cheese if he decided to follow the instructions

-”there’s my mac boy.”

-you guys are just so cute the others can’t help but smile when they see you together being all cute

-movie nights where Luke cuddles against you and doesn’t even watch the movie but he looks so happy and peaceful with his head in your lap that none of you guys are going to call him out for it

-when he lets his scruff grow out he loves rubbing it against your neck because you kinda hate it but you always end up laughing and giggling

-inside jokes that are special for the two of you

-his groans are angelic. like imagine being able to make this guy just come undone

-i feel like he’s the really passionate lover

-like he feels things so intensely because he’s a creative soul

-so its usually slow, with lots of grabbing and kissing and scrunching up his eyes (and nose) and just sweet sounds and sweet nothings

-he’s really into praise, giving and receiving

-face stroking 

-looking into your eyes

-laughing while kissing

-just being so at home with this sweet boy

-he’s just a sweet baby who needs love okay?!?!?