#Adam is a SAPPY SAP SAP

[bellafragolina]

Can i have a cute warden ingo with his S/o havign a nice bath together? Idk if in the alabaster iceland or idk beach or in a lake? Up to you something cute man needs to have a good time and relax hahaha

Relaxing bath time coming up on your left!!

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“Just relax,” he murmured into your temple, carefully cupping hot water to pour down your back, “I’m right here. I’ll take care of everything.”

Endless days and nights alike stretched you far thinner than Ingo would prefer. He understood your need to get things done as soon as possible, as he was as desperate to go home as you were, yet he feared you would stall, you would break, overrunning yourself without proper maintenance in between. So, using the soft voice and softer smile he knew you were so weak to, he invited you here.

The hot springs held everything you needed to finally, properly relax. The water’s temperature sapped away at any stiffness still clinging to your sore muscles, and particularly stubborn knots easily folded beneath the firm caress of Ingo’s calloused hands. You could melt into goo like a Goomy, but Ingo kept you together, huddled into his lap to kiss and to hold and to caress.

You needed this. Even with the distraction of work, of dangerous Pokémon threatening to tear you to mere ribbons, you missed this. Ingo was like a beacon in the darkness, a comforting fire to curl up next and feel seep into your weary bones. He was as tired as you were, wrung dry by the harsh environment you lived in, but he was home.

Ingo’s hands lifted from where they rolled into your hips when you twisted. You turned slowly, water splashing in gentle waves around you, until you were settled back into his lap, this time facing him. Ingo voiced no qualms with the new position, merely wrapping his arms around you as he peppered careful kisses into your hairline.

“I love you.” You whispered, barely audible over the sounds of the world moving around you.

“I love you.” Ingo said right back, a certain kind of insistence threading into his voice. His kisses became harder, lingering on your skin for moments too long. You tilted your head back in silent question. “I love you very much. Please. . . don’t leave.”

You didn’t have to ask what he meant. “I won’t.” Your head lowered back down, carefully nuzzling into the crook of his neck. You laid gentle kisses where his adam’s apple quivered. “I don’t want to be anywhere you’re not. We’re in this together, you and me.”

Ingo sighed, low and long like he was deflating. “Good.” His fingers danced up your spine, carefully feeling, mapping, memorizing. “I’ve forgotten so much already. I don’t want to forget you.”

“I’ll make sure to leave a permanent imprint on your mind then.” You teased him, nipping at the column of his throat. Ingo laughed airily, so you settled again, relaxing into the serene moment you shared. “We’ll be okay.”

“Of course.” Ingo murmured. “Any track you conduct can only lead to success.”

You just smiled, and promised yourself to get him home, no matter the cost.

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I’m so sappy for this mannnnnnn

~Renee

[toomuchracket]

birthday!party matty and girlie christmas vibes! walking around london all wrapped up in scarves and coats, buying and wrapping gifts, trimming up his/her flat (and maybe getting a bit frisky by the fireplace when the tree is up), christmas eve with the infamous red wine! lots of ideas. too many ideas.

matty's grumbling about going out and buying presents for everyone one night he's over at your flat and you're like "d'you want me to come with you?" - he just beams immediately and says "would you, darling? i know i'd be happier if you were there. always am" and kisses your nose, and you're like "oh you're cute, healy. of course i'll go" and kiss him. he stays over that night, and you set off together the next morning all cosied up in your winter jackets (you pouted at matty last month until he pulled the snuggle buddies coat out of retirement lol) and gloves; before you left, matty put his nufc baseball cap on you because "we can't have that perfect head of yours getting cold, sweetheart", but also he just loves it when you wear his clothes (especially his football stuff) lmao. on the tube in, the two of you come up with a little list of what sort of things you want to buy for certain people and where you want to buy them, so you don't get stressed and/or distracted - that fails miserably, though, because matty somehow manages to find something in every shop "that would look perfect on you, babe" and is adamant he's going to buy it for you, so you have to convince him not to (well, you relent a couple of times. you're only human). but for the most part, it's a successful day. and a nice one, wandering around london on a crisp winter morning with matty's hand in yours/arm around your waist or shoulders, stopping for coffee and then lunch and a pint to refuel, before you drag him into liberty to go to the christmas shop for a new tree decoration; you're like "we should pick one out together, start a tradition of getting a new one every year. i know you think nostalgia's a sickness, but i like the thought of us looking back at them every year and reminiscing lol. like yeah that's sappy but... i like being a sap over you", and matty just kisses you really quickly and says "you're not the only sap in this relationship, darling. right, let's pick one, and we can put your tree up when we get in". you settle on one that looks like a bottle of red wine, because of course you do (although matty is highly entertained by the one shaped like a glittery pigeon), and then head back to your flat for a quick dinner before getting properly christmassy - you crack open a bottle of The red wine, matty puts the holiday on tv in the background, and you have a proper laugh getting your tree up and decorated, the new ornament going in the dead centre to be shown off and matty lifting you so you can put the star on the top. then you sit on the floor together, passing the wine between you, wrapping presents and enjoying the end of the film, kissing in between gifts and getting a bit tipsy. and getting a bit turned on, too; when you crawl forward to put the presents under the tree, you hear matty go "fuuuuuuuck, baby" at the good view of your leggings-covered arse, and you cheekily grab one of the present bows and reach back to stick it on yourself and say "oh! looks like you'll need to unwrap me". your boyfriend moans as he obliges, and again when you shake your arse while he unzips his jeans - you hear him shuffling around, and then feel his hands on you as he gently pulls you back and says "that's it, sweetheart, sit back a bit on your knees for me", before you sink down onto him with a whine. you fuck lazily like that for a bit, half doggy half reverse cowgirl, before you both get too needy and matty rolls you onto your back so he can fuck you properly; he's so beautiful above you, illuminated by the lights from the christmas tree, jaw trembling as he gets closer and closer to cumming. you hold each other tightly as you both finish, murmuring i love yous and kissing when you catch your breath, and just lie there contentedly under the tree for a while. dreamy <3

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Hello!! Prompt: 10. “If you do that one more time..." "What? What are you gonna do?" + hangmox! Bonus points if combined with 3. Thank you! ❤️‍🔥

This Feeling Goes Both Ways - also on AO3

Mox and Adam heat up in the ring, but it's what happens when they're alone, when it's just the two of them, that really gets to Adam.

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For the prompts "“Oh you are VERY naked.” and “If you do that one more time…” “What? What are you gonna do?” Title inspired by Do I Wanna Know? by the Arctic Monkeys.

I went...overboard. I hope you enjoy!!

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He’s already fuming as he storms offstage.

“Adam, we tried to stop him, but he shoved me into a –”

As kindly as he can, Adam slides around Matt and strides up to Mox, who is grinning like he knows exactly what’s about to happen.

“You chicken shit, cowardly little fuckhead,” Adam snarls. “Haven’t you learned not to get in the way of my matches?”

“You had your little boy toys out there with you,” he says, waving to the Bucks behind Adam. “I was just out there to help out Yuta.”

“You pulled his leg onto the ropes!” Adam yells. “I would have won!”

Mox shrugs. “It’s only cheating if the ref sees, yeah?”

Adam shoves Mox up against the wall. "If you do that one more time..."

"What?" Mox asks, grinning. Adam hates the way he gets hot at that bitchy smile, hates how good it looks on Mox. Hates how he wants to shove his tongue in Mox’s mouth, and not just to shut him up. "What are you gonna do?"

"You've seen what I can do," Adam says.

Mox laughs, eyes dipping to Adam's lips and back up again. "And you and I both know what you love to do." He winks, and Adam pushes off of him.

"If you interfere with another one of my matches, I'll hang you from your own fuckin' belt this time," Adam growls, staring Mox down.

Mox breaks eye contact first, laughing as he looks away, and Adam grins. "Don't threaten me with a good time, Cowboy." He winks, and walks out of there.

They're quiet for a moment, the Bucks and Kenny behind Adam waiting, and Adam finally exhales and turns around.

"So that was...charged," Matt says, glancing over at Adam. "You good, man?"

Adam nods, rolling his shoulders. "I'm good," he says. He nods. "Yeah, I'm fine. I just need a minute."

His phone buzzes with the text he knew was coming.

[9:56pm]

locker room by the trainers room empty be there in 5

“I’ll talk to y’all later,” he says, staring down at his phone as he walks toward the trainer’s room. “I need a minute.”

He can feel their concerned gazes on his back, and makes his way down the hallway toward the trainer.

This has been happening for months, ever since he came back post-concussion. He and Mox collide in the ring, and then they collide even more intensely backstage.

Adam doesn't bother to knock when he pushes the door open and spins to pull it closed. He turns, ready to bitch at Mox, but then he gets an eyeful of –

"Oh. You are VERY naked."

Mox grins from where he's reclined back on an extra medical bed, arms behind his bed and legs splayed so lewdly Adam has to fight off the urge to get embarrassed. "Figured it would save some of us some time, since you get all sappy with the undressing."

"I don't get sappy," Adam says with an eye roll. He hooks his thumbs in his gear pants and shoves them down his hips, just low enough that his dick, already hard, springs out. He sighs in relief. "Get over here so I can fuck you quiet."

"I'm tired," Mox sighs, shifting down on the bed. He dangles his legs down the end of it. "I had a big job, running out there. Maybe I want you to do all the work."

"You fucking - you didn't even have a match!" Adam exclaims, walking up to Mox. He slides his fingers between Mox's cheeks. "Oh, of course. You already fucked yourself open. Shocker."

"Again," Mox says, as Adam yanks his legs down to get him at the right level, "you get all sappy."

"I'll show you sappy, you fuckin' brat," Adam growls. He slides into Mox so smoothly, like a tailor made glove, and doesn't slow down. He fucks into Mox without any romance, without any sap. "You're the worst. You're fucking impossible."

"You ever shut up?" Mox asks. Adam grins at him. Mox's words are steady, but he's gritting his teeth and his hands grip the table.

"Do you?" Adam asks. "You want it harder?"

"Fuck, yes," Mox moans. "You stopped for, like, two seconds and I almost got up and punched you. If you slow down again, I'll punch open your forehead again."

"One of these days I'm actually going to kill you," Adam says, hips moving at lightning speed. If he's not careful, he'll come too soon, and he'll never live it down.

"Promise?" Mox laughs. "Preferably in this setting. In the ring makes it so messy."

Adam groans. "Jesus. Maybe I'll just leave you here and not let you come," he says. He locks eyes with Mox. "Maybe I use you to get off, and then you can lay here, desperate, until you give up and come thinking of how much better it would have been if it had been on my cock.” He slows his thrusts to drags. He’s close enough. “Maybe I just go.” He doesn’t break eye contact first, just pulls slowly out of Mox until his cock is hit with cool air, and he gets a look at Mox’s hole, clenching desperately on nothing.

“Wait,” Mox says. Adam’s only seen his eyes this frantic once before, right after the Death Match. “No, Cowboy, come back.”

Adam raises an eyebrow. “Hmm?”

“Adam,” Mox pleads. “Please. Please don’t – come back.”

“Aw,” Adam says, making his smile just a little mocking. “You’re so sappy.”

“Don’t use my words – oh, fuck.”

Adam pushes back into Mox and curls his hand around Mox’s cock, matching his strokes with his thrusts. “You’re lucky I’m a sap, you dick,” Adam snarls. “I could be so mean about this. I could come all over your hole and then leave you wanting, but I won’t.”

“Okay, yes, I get it,” Mox laughs, a little hysterical. “Fuck, Adam, baby, give me more. Don’t leave.”

Adam wasn’t going to, really. He couldn’t – leaving Mox there, all miserable, seems like the worst possible option. When it comes to Mox, he is a sap, and he’s only willing to admit it to himself.

It’s funny, then, that he and Mox come at the same time like some sort of practiced married couple, Adam deep within Mox and Mox all over his own chest. They breathe through the aftershocks, and Mox actually whimpers when Adam slides out of him.

“Hey, shh,” Adam says. He walks around the table and leans down to press a kiss to Mox’s lips. It’s not usually part of the equation, but Adam can’t help it. “I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.”

Mox smiles up at him. “Okay.”

They kiss again, soft and sweet, and then Mox drops his head back onto the bed. “I’m all messy.” It’s not quite a pout on his lips, but it’s close, and it makes Adam’s heart clench.

“Sure there’s towels somewhere in here,” Adam says. A quick glance around confirms it and he steps away to grab it. “Three seconds, I promise.”

“One,” Mox calls after him as he slides over to the sink. Adam turns on the faucet. “Two.” He runs the water over it and steps back to Mox. “Three. Look at you, keeping your promises.”

“Well, I’m not gonna pump and dump,” Adam chuckles, slowly running the towel over Mox’s chest. Mox’s pretty eyes flutter shut as Adam moves between his legs, carefully taking care of all the mess. He’s muttering nothing to Mox, just whatever comes to mind to help him stay calm and happy. He doesn’t know why he cares.

That’s a lie.

He knows.

“There you go,” Adam murmurs, pressing a kiss to the corner of Mox’s mouth. “All set.”

Mox blinks his eyes open and smiles at Adam so pretty his heart almost breaks. “Thank you,” Mox says, voice almost a whisper. He reaches up and cups Adam’s cheek. It’s automatic, the way Adam leans down and kisses him softly. They stay like that, kissing like this is something they do all the time, until there’s a loud knock on the door that has them both jumping to their feet.

Adam shoots a panicked look at Mox. “Shit,” he mutters.

“I’m busy,” Mox shouts. “Can’t a guy take a nap without interruption in this fuckin’ place?”

“Did you kill Hangman?” shouts Nick. Adam’s panic grows. “Because Danielson said he saw him go in here.”

“Fuckin’ Bryan,” Mox mutters.

Adam winces. Danielson had walked in on them the week before, but they’d assumed he’d keep his mouth shut.

“I’m fine, Nick, just. I’m fine.”

There’s more jangling of the door handle. “I’ve got a key!” Nick says. “I will open this door.”

Adam is pretty sure neither he nor Mox have ever dressed so fast. “Give me, like, two seconds?”

“Too late!” The door swings open and Nick, who starts off concerned, slowly grows horrified as he takes in Mox’s unbuttoned jeans and Adam’s hair, which Adam can only assume is a mess. “Oh. Oh, my god.” He looks between Mox and Adam so fast his ponytail whips. “Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me.”

“Shut your mouth if you know what’s good for you,” Mox says, and it would be threatening if he wasn’t blushing. And if Adam didn’t still have his smile when Adam kissed him burnt into his mind.

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Mini Playlist: Castle in the Sky - Kim Petras Temporary Bliss - The Cab I Feel Like I'm Drowning - Two Feet Do I Wanna Know? - Arctic Monkeys

[undercoverwatermoon]

“Surprise” (Jalton/Future Fic)

This started as a completely different story, but here's where it ended up. This occurs in the same verse as "Stars", so they're a series now.

Series on AO3 here: Future Moments I'll continue adding related one-shots to this series as I am inspired to write them. All will be future Jalton.

Definitely a wedding one (as promised to #TheFab5) will be added at some point, and of course Jalton babies and Daddy!Adam.

This story happens an appropriate amount of time prior to "Stars”

Endless thank you's to the #TheFab5 who are always willing to talk me off the ledge when I get lost in my feelings (see evidence below), and to @stupid-jeans (who IS one of #TheFab5 lol) for the always wonderful beta!

Enjoy everyone!

It’s only been five days since they touched down on American soil, and an entire three days since she last saw Adam. Saying goodbye at the airport had been a brand new experience, barely hours since they’d given in to the long-standing tension between them, finally deciding their chance at happiness was worth the risk.

Jaz. We are practically together, in every sense of the word, except...physically

Adam had been so convinced. So sure that it was their time. It gives her goosebumps remembering the look in his eyes as he’d patiently argued his point. Preach’s words from a few deployments ago, about not ignoring connections, echo in her mind, and she makes a mental note to ask Adam how many wisdom interventions Preach had subjected him to in the recent past. Comparing stories might be fun.  

Walking aimlessly along the supermarket aisles, looking at everything and deciding on nothing, Jaz finds herself daydreaming. It’s strange to her, how the most mundane things remind her of him. That healthy, cardboard-like cereal he likes is on aisle nine, and she stops there for what seems like hours, smiling like a fool until she finally throws it in the shopping cart. Then come the bagels -Adam likes carbs- the blueberry ones for some reason, so she grabs those too, chastising herself for feeling like a giddy teenager, buying her boyfriend’s favorite things.  

A couple dozen more items end up in the cart, but her mind is distracted, a thousand miles away where Adam is, visiting his sister’s family for a few days. She knows he’ll be back, logically, so it feels ridiculous to her how much she misses his scent, his voice, his smile....how much a cereal box in her hand makes her feel like he’s closer somehow.

Right now, in the middle of an empty supermarket, at two o’clock in the afternoon, this tough, badass, special operations sniper wants nothing more than to have her boyfriend home. How is she supposed to wait two more days?

“Sorry,” she mumbles to the polite old man she almost runs over moving towards the checkout line, and minutes later she’s on the road with a hodgepodge of groceries in the trunk.

The minute she walks through the garage door she knows he’s home.

“Adam?” Calling his name, she rounds the corner from the kitchen and finds him standing there, smiling at her.

“Surprise.”

Adam catches her easily when she rushes toward him and jumps, long smooth legs wrapping around his waist. Laughing as she peppers kisses all over his face, he turns and leans their entwined bodies against the nearest wall, savoring the feel of her pressed against him, in all the right places. God, he missed her so much, and he will tell her that and lots more, as soon as his brain can manage a coherent thought.

They make out like teenagers for a few minutes, soft noises, sighs and moans mixing together, amplifying the pleasure slowly building as their hands roam.

“I missed you,” he murmurs, and she smiles against his mouth. “I might leave more often though, if this is the reception I get.”

“Who says you’re ever leaving again?” Adam chuckles at that. Jaz looks him in the eye, a hand coming up to cup his cheek. “I’m serious. Not sharing you with the world. They can get their own Adam.”

The attempt at levity falls a bit flat. It’s not the words themselves, but what lurks beneath them that has Adam immediately shifting from amusement to mild concern.

“Hey. What’s wrong?”

That soft, intimate tone laces his voice, and Jaz is mildly afraid of the power it holds over her now. Closing her eyes with a shake of her head, she tries to refocus on the way his hard body is still pressing her against the wall. Rolling her hips against him, she moves to kiss him, but Adam is on alert now, and he’s not going to let this go. He shifts his his hips back slightly, and her legs drop to the floor. So, they’re doing this. Now.

“It’s nothing, really. I’m fine.” At his skeptical look she sighs. “It’s just…” Trailing off, she looks down for a second before ducking under his arm and moving towards the kitchen. Adam follows her, a few steps behind, giving her the space her body language is begging for.

Finding the right words proves harder than expected. The wave of frustration begins to rise within her, and having no clue where it even comes from makes it so much worse. The past three days replay in her mind. What is she suppose to say here? That she missed him? That she spent every waking minute daydreaming about his arms around her? That being away from him for three measly days almost drove her mad? That now that they’re here, officially together, she’s afraid she won’t ever survive without him? Isn’t it too soon for all of that?

They’ve grown as close as two people can be without actually being together these past five years, but in all that time, they’ve never done this. Talking openly about their feelings, giving voice to their fears, hopes, and expectations. Five days ago, she thought they were simply taking the next logical step. Giving in to the overwhelming need to explore their relationship - and each other- with nothing holding them back. Right now though, she wonders if they’re right back at square one.

“Talk to me.”

Jaz can’t help but turn towards him at that. She wants to tell him everything, so badly, if only to erase the worry etched on his face. But she’s never done this before….intimacy, opening up. Never cared enough to stick around and do this instead of run.

Even so, she knows none of her past experiences could ever compare to now. Because this is Adam, who is everything she never dreamed she’d find in a man. So, regardless of the past, she will do her best to muddle through this, for him. And it will be messy and uncomfortable, but there’s no other option in her mind. If things between them fail, it won’t be because she didn’t try. Those clear blue eyes she loves are growing more troubled now, and hating that her silence is the cause, she takes a deep breath and jumps in feet first.

“I think it’s just...everything.” She begins with a helpless shrug. “In the last five days, we came back from Turkey, debriefed at the DIA, talked about us- you and me, as a couple- then spent the best night ever together, like... I didn’t know that was even possible...and then you left and--”

Adam frowns at that. “We agreed. You said you were fi--”

“I know what I said, okay?”

The outburst takes them both by surprise, but Adam instantly takes a step closer, cupping her face in his hands before she can retreat. So much is swirling around them, a cloud of questions and future decisions and sensitive conversations about the past- which Xander would say they absolutely need to have. Adam knows they’ll need time to wade through it, and he wonders how much of what’s still to come is driving the frustration pouring out now. Still, amongst all the heavy thoughts floating in his mind, one stands out, and it surprises him that it’s not serious at all.

“The best night ever?” Adam asks, with raised eyebrows and lips curved in a teasing smile.

Jaz huffs out a surprised laugh. “Seriously? That’s what you got from all that?” she asks, and attempts unsuccessfully to squeeze out of his grasp.

Adam sobers, readjusts his strong but tender hold around her neck, thumbs stroking her cheeks. Opening his legs wide, he lowers so they’re at eye level now.

“Jaz, baby. Listen to me.” The pet name draws an almost imperceptible whimper from her, and she brings her hands up, wraps them around his wrists. “I know it’s a lot to take in...us. But I promise you, we’ll figure all this out. I’m not going anywhere. You’re stuck with me.”  

The words sink in, and the raw, fearless emotion in his gaze catches her off guard. It’s too much, and she knows it’s a bit spineless to want to hide from it now, but she’ll implode if she doesn’t clear her head.

Reaching with her right hand, she runs her fingers over his beard, offering a smile that doesn’t entirely reach her eyes. He leans into her touch, wanting to draw her out, but she turns her body away from him toward the counter instead, one hand closing around the nearest grocery bag as the other drops away from his face.

Once again, Adam lets her go, watching as random food items emerge from the striped reusable totes.

“Well….that’s good to know,” she says, trying to sound nonchalant. “That you’re staying, I mean.” With her back to him, she holds up the cereal box for him to see. “Because, I’ve already bought this awful bird food you like. And those blueberry bagels, which are carb-loaded monstrosities really, and it’d be so rude of you to--”

Large, strong hands on her waist halt her nervous rambling, and when he folds his warm, solid body around her, the tension just oozes out of her with a long, deep exhale. Turning in his arms, she buries her face in his chest and just breathes him in.

Adam stands there, arms wrapped tightly around Jaz, and his mind flashes to the few seconds before, as he’d watched her stiff and shaking lightly, emptying out grocery bags. Her words about cereal and bagels flood his ears now- and the underlying fear in them, the possibility that he may not stick around- hits him like a sucker punch to the gut.

He’d gotten on that plane, because his nieces were waiting and Jaz had been adamant she’d meet them another time. Thinking it was her way of carving out “me” time for herself, he’d acquiesced. But as he’d stood hugging her goodbye outside the TSA line, nose buried in her apple-scented hair, he’d wanted nothing more than to haul her with him through security and never let her go.

With stark clarity, he can now feel this abyss between them, this notion of impermanence and ambiguity hovering around their relationship status, their future. He’d thought they’d have time for all that. His words as he’d explained his reasoning five days ago float through his mind...Jaz. We’re practically together, in every sense of the word…

Now though, he can see that statement wasn’t entirely true. By holding back those three words that mattered the most, he unknowingly allowed doubt to seep in through the cracks. Adam knows that nothing but brutal honesty will do now. It’s the one thing that has always worked to stop her from spiraling, so he decides that’s the way this will go. There is no room for more misunderstandings now. They’re not starting this journey on uneven emotional ground.

Jaz’s muffled voice interrupts his epiphany, and he rubs his cheek against her hair as he feels her mouth moving against his chest.  

“I just missed you. It’s stupid. You were only gone three days, and I know we’ve only been--”

“I love you, Jaz.” The way she freezes against him tugs at his heart. After a second, she inches back, staring at her finger as it toys with a button on his checkered dress shirt. He watches as she takes a deep breath before her brown eyes drift up to his, shining with unshed tears.

“You do?” Uncertainty and hope mingle in her voice.  

“Of course I--” Adam swallows, eyes closing against the flood of remorse.

“I’m such an idiot. I convinced you that we could do this, that the time was right for us... and then I….” Shaking his head, he brings his forehead down against hers with a regretful sigh. “I’m sorry. I love you, okay? I have loved you, for years. I’ll say it as many times as you want. Just, please, don’t cry.”

Unable to find her voice after that, she swallows and moves her head up and down in a nod. Adam opens his eyes in time to see her radiant smile, and can’t help kissing the now pinkish tip of her nose. When she blinks, and the tears finally fall, he wipes them away with his thumbs. He’s desperate now to make her understand, and the words just tumble out.

“I was waiting to tell you, when we had more time. I’ve been...planning it for a while.” That self-deprecating Adam smile, the one he reserves just for her, makes her chuckle through the tears. “I even asked my sister for advice. I was gonna take you out. Our official first date. That’s why I came back early, to surprise you and...God, it doesn’t even matter--”

“Adam.” Jaz’s voice is strong now, sure and steady, and he lets out the proverbial breath he’s been holding. Slowly, she fans her hands on his chest, tracing lazy patterns with her fingers and following them with her eyes.

“You know, our first night together?” She looks up through her lashes now. “It really was the best night ever.”

Adam grins, fast and bright. “Yeah?”

“Hell yeah.”

[ninjasexpizza]

I wanna give him the whole world. ❤

[amimimi]

dreams; kyan reki

synposis: in which you tend to reki’s wounds after his second beef with adam; second part to this fic but it can be read on it’s own! takes place after episode 11

pairings: gn! reader x reki

genre: fluff. just fluff. and caretaking.

warnings: mentions of injuries. swearing. brief nudity (?) sap, so sappy.

word count: 3.5k

notes: i loved the series so much! reki has suffered enough, so i decided to show his some love. i was so so proud of him during episode 11. again, i apologize in advance for grammatical/spelling errors. i'm pretty busy with school so i'm just churning fics out at this point.

“i’m not letting you lift a finger for a month” you moan as you help seat reki on his bed. you’re both mostly dried from the rain, save for your hair and clothes. he only giggles in response and you can’t help it when you lean down to gingerly place your hands up to his face, kissing the bridge of his nose. “a month”

“ahh, i don’t think that’s gonna work” reki gives you an easy grin, before placing a kiss on the side of you mouth. “i got a shift tomorrow”

“i’ll cover your shift” you say, stone-faced. disbelief momentarily flashes across reki’s face before he breaks out into uncontrollable giggles—the kind that erupts straight from your stomach. your hands drop from his face. “shh! i’m serious!”

he hangs his head forward and brings a hand up to his mouth, attempting to quell his giggles. “you don’t even work there, y/n!” he manages to say before delving into yet another fit of giggles. reki must’ve curled in too far because his laughter is cut off by strangled cry. immediately, you surge forward, gingerly placing your hands on his shoulders.

it wasn’t unusual for reki to be banged up from skateboarding—everything from scrapes to fractures were all pretty common for him. in the beginning of your relationship with reki, it worried you to no end, and you even begged him to wear a helmet (he said no, of course). eventually you came to accept that injuries were going to be a normal occurrence for reki. but his injuries this time were slightly different.

reki had his second beef with adam earlier that night. technically reki had lost, but it felt more like a victory instead. he came so close, and he did so well. and he was happy. seeing him like that in his element, gleaming with joy, eyes lit a flame with passion—you felt like ten years was added to your lifespan. of course, reki took quite the beating but no where near the damage of last time.

“m’fine!” he wheezes, placing a hand over his stomach. “it’s just a bruise.”

you’re not convinced and it shows on your face because reki gently places his hand on the back of your head, pulling your forehead up against his. “i’m fine, baby”

you let yourself stay there, forehead pressed against reki’s and staring right into each other’s eyes. for the first time in weeks, you felt the tightness in your chest completely dissipate. because here you were gazing into his eyes—reki’s eyes, in his darkened room, knowing he was safe and okay.

“okay,” you whisper. reki gazes at you with half-lidded eyes and attempts to press his forehead closer (if that was even possible), brushing his nose against yours. “but i gotta patch you up”.

you wiggle out of reki’s grasp, who whimpers at the loss of contact, to grab the first aid kit he’d kept in his drawer. stumbling in the dark, you feel around for his desk, flicking on the lamp. reki watches you sift through the contents of his drawer, overtaken by a sudden wave of fondness. he loves you, always has. but suddenly, in this moment, he feels the love he has for you in a new way. it pools in his stomach, warm and fuzzy, and he feels so full, so content, like he ate a whole meal.

“i love you from my stomach” reki blurts out before he’s aware of what he’s saying. from over your shoulder, you glance at him quizzically and he feels a new sensation—mortification, burn all over his face. later, he’s going to blame his misspeaking on the fact that it was so late into the night and that every inch of his body was practically throbbing in pain. but right now, he can’t form any thoughts, let alone excuses.

“huh?” you’re facing him now, first aid kit in hand and your face twitching with the urge to smile. feeling his ears burn up, reki presses his lips and shakes his head, refusing to repeat what he said. “reki~! what did you say?”

he turns his head to the side as you make your way over to the bed. “i forgot”

“no you didn’t!” you whine, throwing the first aid kit on the bed and placing your hands over his cheeks. “say it again, please?”

“ahh, i meant it like—”reki pauses, thinking about how to put his feelings into words. “i-i don’t know! i love you, but sometimes i feel it in my stomach”

“oh”, you plop down right next to him on the bed, pulling your legs up to sit crisscross. reki follows your movement, pulling his legs up on the bed and crossing them. he’s looking at expectantly. “like butterflies, yeah?”

“no, not that. this feels warm—and kinda heavy”

“oh”, you tilt your head to one side and smile coyly. “so, desire then?”

reki rolls his eyes at you, his ears still red. “you’re so—”

“desperately in love with you?” you offer with a grin before leaning and catching his lips in a noisy kiss. you pull back, but not before kissing the tip of his nose just to see his reaction. reki fights back a smile, the corners of his mouth twitching upwards as he shakes his head.

“j-just patch me up, please”, he sighs as his lips finally quirk into a smile.

“can I change first?” you ask. wet jeans felt like murder and your shirt was starting to stick in uncomfortable places on your torso. reki nods and points to his closet.

“i have clean shirts and sweatpants folded in there” he informs you, watching as you sit up and make your way over to his closet. reki’s not surprised when you grab his pink dope sketch shirt, shooting him a cheeky grin.

you start tugging off your jeans and reki looks away to give your privacy. “you’re so precious, reki” you coo at him. reki only smiles at the opposite wall and shakes his head. when you’re done, you drop your wet clothes in his laundry and walk over to him. “i’m decent!”

reki looks back at you and his heart twists at the sight of you, clad in his work shirt, hanging just above your knees and slightly hugging your waist. he prays he isn’t blushing and gulps.

“i have sweatpants if you want some, sweetheart”, he reminds you weakly, trying to stop staring.

you blink at him, lost and then you gasp. “oh, sorry! I didn’t meant to make you uncomfortable!” you rush. “i’ll put some pants on—”

“no!” he practically shouts, before squeezing his lips shut. you both hold your breaths when you hear his little sister in the next room, groan and shift in her sleep. waiting, until he’s sure it’s safe, he continues much quietly. “i’m not uncomfortable. you look really good, i love you like this. i just want you to feel comfortable”

adoration surges in your chest as you watch your boyfriend clumsily and earnestly explain himself, a blush adorned on his face. “i feel the most comfortable when i’m with you” you admit with a shy smile, your face growing warm.

reki blinks up at you for a second, looking momentarily stunned before his face morphs into a soft grin. his eyes twinkle as he holds his hands out for you, sure and steady. placing your hands in his calloused ones, you sit down beside on the bed and sit criss crossed.

the both of you sit like that for a while, staring lovingly at one another and taking turn squeezing each other’s hands. finally, you bring reki’s hands up to your lips, littering his knuckles with kisses before giving them a quick squeeze.

“where do you hurt the most?” you question, sliding your hands out of his to open the first aid kit. you skim over his injuries, not even knowing where to start. there’s a line of dried blood and a bruise forming on the right side of his face, must be a small laceration under his headband. you know his back is cut up pretty badly and you hope it’s nothing too deep.

“my whole body is sore, if i’m going to be honest” he replies sheepishly. frowning, you gently tug off his headband to assess the damage. just as you suspected, a small cut right under his hairline. the area is beginning to bruise too. you remember adam repeatedly punching him at one point, as reki had locked his arms around him... maybe reki should go to a hospital?

“I promise you i’m fine”, reki assures you, having picked up on the mounting worry on your face. he takes your hand in his, rubbing the roughened pad of his thumb over the back of your hand. “trust me! i’ve had worse. i was jumped and hit with a car all in one day and i didn’t even get a concussion”.

despite reki’s face beaming with pride, you frown deeper and fidget at the thought of reki getting hurt like that. “please don’t remind me...” you sigh, sitting up off the bed to grab a face towel from his closet. “i’m gonna run this under water, okay?”

“alright”, reki answered, watching you step out of his room to make your way to the bathroom. you hurry back, the wet towel dripping water down your forearm, and gently seat yourself on the bed.

you arrange yourself so that you are sitting criss cross in front of reki. “I’m going to clean it, alright?” you say, before leaning into give him a peck.

“okay” he murmurs, placing his hand on your knee. reki squeezes hard when you gently press the wet towel against his wound. you do this repeatedly until you make sure there’s no visible dirt around the wound before placing the towel on reki’s bedside table. you’re quick to patch up his forehead before placing a gentle kiss over the bandage. he snickers through his nose at this, squeezing your knee once more.

“now for your back...” you purse your lips. “take your shirt off.”

you’ve seen reki shirtless a thousand times before and he knows this. still, he can’t help but squirm under your gaze as he works at removing the layers of clothing he’s wearing. he takes his jacket off fine but he struggles a bit with his hoodie, still damp from the rain, wincing as he tugs upward on the fabric.

“here, lemme help you”, you murmur, sitting forward on your knees to tug his hoodie upwards and over his head. you work at the white t-shirt he had on under his hoodie next. gently as you could, you peeled the shirt off reki’s torso trying not to disturb his wounds. but he still flinches, sucking a quick breath in. “sorry! i’m sorry!”

“no, no! you’re fine, it just stung a little” reki promises you, giving your thigh a squeeze. you tug the t-shirt over his head, grimacing. his torso is littered with bruises and a few scrapes, but nothing too worrisome.

“okay, lemme see your back”, you tell him, bracing yourself as you crawl around him get a full glimpse. just as you thought, his back is scraped up and still bleeding lightly—nothing too deep. you grab the wet towel on his bedside table and hop off the bed to go run it under the bathroom facet.

when you return, reki is sitting on his bed exactly like you left, watching you tip toe over to him. “do you wanna take off your pants?” you ask, folding the wet towel. “maybe change into something dry?”

“um, yeah actually...” reki mutters, fumbling with his belt. “c-could you grab me some sweatpants? please?”

with the wet towel in one hand, you grab a pair of gray sweatpants from reki’s closet with your other hand. you can hear reki shuffling out of his pants as you walk over to the bed, with your face turned away.

you hold the sweatpants out for him, your face turned to the side. “you don’t have to look away if you don’t want to”, reki tells you and you can hear the smile in his voice. he takes the sweatpants from your hands.

“you gave me privacy, so i’m returning to the favor—give me your wet clothes, i’ll put them in the hamper”

you trade off the wet towel for reki’s clothes, wheeling around to place them in his hamper. when you turn back, reki is sitting with his legs hanging over the edge of the bed, wearing just his sweatpants and holding the wet towel in one hand.

“whenever you’re ready, nurse y/n”, he smiles at you, showing his teeth. you squint your eyes at him playfully and shuffle over to his bed. accepting the wet towel from reki, you crawl behind him so that you have full access to his back.

“okay, i’m going to clean your wounds, let me know if i’m hurting you”, you warn him, folding your legs underneath you. he grunts in response. taking a breath to steel yourself, you gently press the towel against the abrasions. suddenly, reki gasps loudly. you squeak and pull back almost immediately, your heart in your throat. “what?”

reki’s back is shaking and to your relief (and horror), you realize reki is laughing. he turns his head around to catch a glimpse at your expression and laughs so hard, he snorts and it almost makes you laugh—almost.

“i’m sorry, i couldn’t help it”, he gasps between laughs.

you suck your teeth. “well, now that it’s out of your system, can you hold still? i seriously don’t want to hurt you” you reposition yourself, heart still hammering in your chest.

“sorry, angel, go ahead”, he stifles a giggle, holding still. hesitantly, you press the wet towel to abrasions on his back.

“that okay?” you question and he nods. taking another breath, you dab his entire span of his back with the towel, stopping every now and then to check in on him. once you’ve cleaned his wounds up, you dig around in the first aid kit for some gauze sponges to pat his back dry. “i’m gonna wrap you up for tonight but you should let it dry tomorrow, okay?”

“you got it, nurse” reki chimes back and you bite back a smile, reaching for the gauze dressing in the first aid kit. once you’ve placed the dressing over the worst of his wounds, you grab the gauze roll and begin to wrap it around reki’s torso.

at one point, your fingers brush up against his side and his breath slightly hitches. you freeze, giving him a concerned hum.

“i’m ticklish” he whispers sheepishly and you smirk, continuing to wrap the gauze around his torso.

“storing this information for later, thank you!” you tease causing reki groans. “i didn’t wrap it too tight, did i? can you breathe?”

“i can breathe fine, don’t worry” reki sighs, as you loosely tie the gauze. “you did great, thank you”

once you’re done tying the gauze, you place your hands on top of reki’s shoulders. “good?” you ask.

“good”, reki nods. you take in reki’s bandaged back, his slightly toned shoulders, his red hair pressed against nape of his neck, even the back of his head. he look’s so good with his hair down.

before you even know what you’re doing, you gently press your lips against the nape of his neck. reki freezes, his shoulder tensing before you press another kiss along the back of his neck. he shivers and his whole body melts. you kiss again, this time further up the nape of his neck and into his hair and he lets his head hang forward, sighing slightly. another kiss is placed where his neck meets his shoulder, and he has to bite back a whimper.

“i’m so proud of you”, you whisper into the back of his neck. he reaches around to squeeze your hand. “you did so great tonight—you’re always so great, you never fail to amaze me.”

upon hearing your words, reki feels a lump form in his throat. you always told him that, how proud you were of him for doing things he thought were exceedingly mundane. he remembers that night he was panicking in your bathroom, shaking on his legs like a newborn deer and barely managing to control his breathing. how even then, you were proud of him, for what exactly? he couldn’t answer.

but now, when you tell him that with your lips soft against his nape, in the darkness of his room, he believes you. he’s banged up and unbelievably sore, but he believes you. and further more, he’s feeling proud of himself too, for not disappointing himself, for doing what he had come to do at that beef.

reki shifts around, so that he’s facing you to see that you're smiling at him in a way that he could only describe as pure adoration.

“and...” you start, pushing his bangs back from his forehead. “you looked so fucking hot”.

reki eyes widened slightly before he blows air out of his mouth and rolls his eyes. you grab his face, forcing him to look at you.

“no, no! but you actually looked really good?” you giggled, squeezing his cheeks between your hands. “like, when you nailed that landing off that cliff? and when you dodged him like that? like, i knew you could move, but you were really moving, you know—?”

“y/n—”reki starts, grinning pretty hard as he tries to advert his gaze from yours.

“and you were smiling so hard, like you were actually glowing—beaming! i don’t know, something about the way you looked under those lights they have at S...i actually wanted to bark, like wow—”

“y/n, shut up!” reki is giggling now, flushed right down to his chest. he tries to wrestle your hands from off his face, but you kept your grip.

“don’t act all shy now, mister! you knew exactly what you were doing! when you were like ‘and you’d better remember it’, i was this close to dropping to my knees—”

“y/n—”

“and every one was screaming your name and i was just like ‘yea, that’s my boyfriend! my man! my prince—!’”

suddenly, reki flips you over pinning you arms right beside your head, the both of you giggling.

“oh my god, why are you still going” reki half groans between giggles as you continue to cackle.

“my sweetheart, my baby, my sweat pea, my darling, the future of father of my children, my honey bunch, my sugar pie, the apple of my eye, the light of my life—” you list off, delirious with laughter, not even fighting against reki’s grip on your forearms. he hovers over you, laughing too, his eyes shining and his face beaming

“you need to stop” reki shakes his head slightly, his bangs falling onto your forehead as he leans in for a kiss. he pulls back and you're silent for a moment...until you start rattling off corny pet names again, but this time less giggly.

“my sun, my moon, my stars, my whole world—” you murmur before reki presses his lips against yours. he pulls away and kisses the tip of your nose, the skin slightly under your right eye, and onto your left eyelid.

“you’re so annoying”, reki whispers, letting go of your forearms to hold your face instead.

“you kinda are too”, you whisper back, placing your hands over his, rubbing your thumbs along the back of his hand.

“mmm, i guess we’re destined for one another then” he murmurs and you nod, fervently. reki kisses you sweetly and you hum against his lips. “i love you so much”.

“i love you too, baby” you sigh, putty in reki’s hands. he looks so pretty above you, the lamplight reflecting his eyes and his cheeks still flushed. he looks like the human embodiment of honey.

you turn your head over to glimpse at the alarm clock on his bed side table. 3:37 AM

“our sleeping schedules are so messed up” you groan turning your head back to look up at reki. he blinks, following your gaze towards the alarm clock.

“oh, i usually sleep around his time anyway” he shrugs.

“okay, but you have injuries...so you need to rest to heal” you reason while sitting up slightly, forcing reki to sit up with you. “are you still in pain? i can get you a tylenol”

“i’ll need one in the morning, but i’m fine for now”, he assures you with a grin.

you both climb under his blankets, but he wants for you to sit back against his pillows. already knowing, you hold your arms out for him and he lays between your legs, wrapping his arms around your torso. reki presses his ear to chest, taking in the steady rhythm of your heartbeat, as you smooth his hair back.

“goodnight, sweetheart” you whisper, leaving your hand in his hair.

“goodnight, baby” he murmurs into you chest, pressing a kiss there. “i love you, i can’t wait to wake up and see you tomorrow”

you chuckle tiredly. “i love you too, i’ll see you in the morning”.

notes: this was also, long as hell. i apologize! this is honestly the sappiest sh*t i’ve ever written, idk if it can get any sappier than this (it probably can, and will >:3) .

[ronans-sepiaphotograph]

Can I call you tonight?

And then they were roommates.

Adam and Andrew are best friends turned roommates turned co-workers. Andrew is searching for a new roommate since Adam lives at the Harvard campus with Neil Josten. And Andrew's roommate turns out to be a certain blue-eyed boy who Adam knows. Will Adam face Ronan Lynch again? After breaking his heart or will he choose to not face him at all? And will Neil find out that Andrew has a thing for him? Or will Andrew have to make a grand confession of love?

This is a story about friendships, caring and most importantly, finding love in the cracks that time leaves.

Chapter 1: "Fuck. Is he tall? Shaved head and blue eyes?"

Adam is thriving at Harvard with Andrew and Blue as co-workers and friends at Cabeswater Café. Andrew's new roommate is hauntingly familiar.

Chapter 2:"Ronan?"

Neil runs into someone from his past and it goes surprisingly well. Until Neil decides to introduce Ronan to his roommate. Shocking revelations are made.

Chapter 3:"I can't do this anymore."

What happened between Adam and Ronan, the beginning and the end.

Chapter 4:"They can't hurt you anymore, okay?"

The boys are chaotic in general. Conversations are had, more truths are exchanged featuring a fed up Andrew Minyard.

Chapter 5:"Thank you, Andrew."

Adam and Ronan talk, they try to navigate through the weird relation they have. Ronan has a nightmare, Andrew helps. Basically Adam and Ronan being boys in love and Ronan and Andrew bonding.

(TW: Past abuse, non-con.)

Chapter 6:"What if he doesn't want that?"

Adam Parrish turns 22. That's it.

Chapter 7: "Fuck off, Lynch."

Andrew's feelings take a toll on him, making him take drastic measures because Andrew Minyard doesn't deserve nice things, does he? Andrew self-harms, Ronan helps him.

(TW: Mentions of Drake, Self-harm, panic attack, general angst)

Chapter 8:"Fine, I'll get confetti sprinkles okay, Parrish?"

Adam and Ronan go on their first date. Featuring confetti sprinkles, sex puns and Ronan being a sap for Adam Parrish.

Chapter 9:"Josten."

Neil and Andrew sort things out, with quite the unexpected results. Lots of fluff and texting and kissing ensues, duh.

Featuring a roast delivered the Josten ™ style, Andrew asking important questions and waffles.

Chapter 10:"Come back Ronan. Please."

Pynch angst. But also Pynch fluff.

Featuring our boys with communication issues™ finally talking it out, holy feelings are shared.

Chapter 11:"I might probably faint now."

Neil falls sick and doesn't tell anybody, not until later. They're all there for him.

Chapter 12:"Jean Moreau, you are an enigma."

Adam takes a literature class for extra credit, leading to a friendship blooming between him and Jean Moreau.

Featuring our favorite French boi and his sunshine boyfriend, tattoos and two adorable dogs.

Chapter 13:"You have an addiction, Josten."

Andrew and Neil try to take their relationship to the next level, but a slip of tongue is enough to make it tumble.

Chapter 14:"Being here with you is enough."

With Adam by his side, Ronan turns 22.

Chapter 15:"And we'll be there, too."

Ronan's cottagecore birthday. But do all good things last forever?

Featuring Adam and Ronan painting, lots of fluff and beginning of heavy angst.

Chapter 16:"Adam, I need you here with me."

The aftermath.

(TW: Blood, mentions of death, general angst)

Chapter 17:"Your dumb fucking heart."

Ronan breaks, again.

Chapter 18:"I want this."

Adam wakes up.

Chapter 19:"You're leaving."

The twins turn 22. With a lot of drama of course. Neil makes another confession of truth.

Chapter 20:"I want to go home."

Adam recovers, and finally goes home.

Chapter 21:"You're prettier than Moana."

Neil, Andrew and London. Sometimes it's better to celebrate Christmas at home.

Chapter 22:"What do you want, Adam?"

Adam has a nightmare, Ronan is a good boyfriend.

Featuring cookies, grocery shopping for chocolate chips and sappy car singing.

Chapter 23:"But we missed you."

Neil and Andrew surprise Ronan and Adam at the Barns.

Featuring some more truths, smut and Christmas preparations!

Chapter 24:"That I want you, that I need you."

Just your average Christmas at the Barns.

Chapter 25:"We're home."

Like the title suggests.

[summer-of-blossoms]

Founder Trio Festival, Day 4: Tōrō Nagashi/Estrangement

Warnings: Anxiety attack, mentions of death (not of the trio)

It should have been the three of them, standing there on the riverbank. It had been them over the past years. And even though one of them had refused to join in the past couple of years, it still felt incomplete.

Kaoru gazed out at the floating lanterns, only half focused on the soft light as he tugged a sleeve of his yukata. He couldn't help the glances he shot to his left and right. The empty spaces. One that would remain empty, and one that should have been filled by now.

Kojiro was late. Which wasn't surprising, to be fair. He'd said he'd pick up the lanterns. Kaoru's bag sat by his feet, containing his brushes and ink, ready to decorate whenever the moron decided to show up.

The lanterns blurred, and his head spun. He twisted the fabric between his fingers, trying to draw in a full breath. What if, like Adam, Kojiro had decided he was done with their little group? Was a pair of people even considered a group anymore?

Right around the time that his hands started to shake and his legs were threatening to give out, a pair of hands were under his jaw, tipping his head up.

And there was Kojiro, a halo of lanterns lit in the background around his body.

"Hey." He gave Kaoru a soft smile. "You're going to bite that lip ring out one day."

Kaoru sputtered, swatting away the hands and turning his back, sitting by his bag, cheeks burning while Kojiro went to retrieve the lanterns that he had hastily set on a stone ledge.

"As if," Kaoru muttered half-heartedly. "I'm fine."

"I mean, there's a lot changing lately. Nothing wrong with being anxious." Kojiro sat beside him, placing the lanterns on the pavement in front of them. And after a long pause where he stared out at the water while Kaoru set out the brushes, he added. "You were thinking about him again, weren't you?"

"No!" Kaoru snapped, fingers fumbling over the cap of the ink bottle. "W-why would I be thinking about that… that…" he couldn't even come up with a good insult for Adam.

"I miss him too."

"No one asked you." Kaoru sighed in relief when the cap finally came free and he set the ink between them. Whenever Kojiro focused on something, he was usually quiet. When he snuck a glance, Kojiro had his tongue poking out, laying out lines of black on one panel of his lantern, blessedly quiet, and so he turned his attention to his own lantern. He should think of his ancestors, not a living friend. Though he supposed, in a way, the Adam they'd boarded with in their teens was gone.

As if reading his thoughts, Kojiro reached out and placed a hand on his shoulder. "He should have been here with us."

Kaoru should argue. Deny it vehemently. But Kojiro's hand was warm through fabric, holding firm and grounding him. As always, Kojiro's mere presence made him more comfortable, so instead, he took a deep breath.

"Yeah, he should be," he agreed, looking back over at Kojiro's lantern when his hand fell away. "Who's name is that?"

"Hmm?" Kojiro looked up and Kaoru laughed at the streak of ink along his jaw.

"Once a clumsy gorilla," Kaoru whispered, tugging up the sleeve of his dark yukata to wipe at the streak. Kojiro's eyes met his, and Kaoru's breath caught in his throat. This close, and in the low light, Kojiro's eyes seemed to waver between soft red and hard rubies, and Kaoru had to turn away. He clung to his lantern and forced his mouth to form words. "So, that name?"

"Oh, that's a great aunt," Kojiro muttered. "Dad told me she passed away recently. And, well…" He was hesitating. That was never a good sign.

"Just spit it out."

"She left all the cousins some money. A good sum of money," Kojiro blurted.

"Money?" Kaoru's head whipped over. Kojiro was looking out to the river, at the sky, the pavement, anywhere but at Kaoru. "Then that means…"

"I can go to culinary school now."

"That's great!" Kaoru's voice clearly said the exact opposite of 'great.' "Are you going to the one you showed us?"

"The one in Italy? Yeah, probably."

"So then…" Kaoru didn't want to ask. Didn't want to think of how much or how little time they had left together. Or how Kojiro would leave him, just like Adam did. Though that wouldn't be correct. They still got along. Kojiro hadn't changed. He didn't want to ask, but he had to know. "When do you leave?"

"Before the month is out. I've been looking at dorms and stuff."

Kaoru's entire body locked up, and he nearly snapped the brush. He focused on his breathing, trying his hardest to keep it steady. And was failing miserably as his breaths kept coming quicker and shorter.

"Hey, hey. Kaoru. Look at me."

But Kaoru couldn't. He stared down at the brush in his shaking hand until it blurred. It was late summer. He shouldn't be this cold.

"I said look, Pinky." Hands came back to his jaw, surely streaking him with ink as well. But the black smudges distracted him just enough, and he focused on Kojiro's face until it came into focus.

"Thanks. Wait. Pinky?" Kaoru brandished his brush. "Why I ought to…" he trailed off as Kojiro started laughing. He caught Kaoru's hand, thumb resting on his palm with a squeeze, holding their hands together as best he could with a brush in the way.

"Gotcha out of your head, didn't it?"

"Idiot," Kaoru mumbled, trying to jerk away, but Kojiro held tight.

"Listen to me, Kaoru. Just because I'm going away, doesn't mean we have to stop talking. You've got my number. Call me day or night. Whenever you're on the verge of an anxiety attack. Or if you just want to call me names. Even if you want to blather on about whatever. Ok? I don't want you to feel like you're alone."

"I forget how much of a sentimental sap you can be." Kaoru bit down on his lip ring, willing his eyes not to tear up. "Fine." He tried to spit the word in Kojiro's face, but it came out gently, making Kojiro break into his sappy soft smile that Kaoru absolutely didn't love. No, sir. Not one bit. "Thanks." And for once there wasn't a trace of sarcasm.

"Besides," Kojiro turned away, going back to his lantern. "I bet you anything that we'll all wind up together again someday, and it'll be just like the old days. You, me, and Adam. We'll skate together again someday."

[christinesficrecs]

Are there any Adams Family crossover Sterek fics? I’ve seen and loved them in other fandoms, but haven’t come across any TW ones. How great would it be for Stiles tics and flailing to be because he is related to the Adams and trying to act like a normal human. ‘Crazy? No sir no cRaZy here, only perfectly normal human’.

OMG! Those fics you never knew you needed until now!! 💜 I love a weird Stiles but Talia Hale as Morticia Addams is probably my new favorite thing!! 

Que Sera, Sera (Whatever Will Be, Will Be) by callunavulgari | 3.8K

“My heart,” Derek says, trying not to blush when Stiles gives him a wide-eyed look of surprise. He clears his throat again and glares when Cora hides a grin behind her sketchbook. “Touch my heart.”

“That would be the sappiest thing you’ve ever said to me if, y’know, you didn’t mean it literally,” Stiles tells him with a lopsided grin, already reaching.

“It’s still pretty sappy,” Cora says, rolling her eyes when Stiles flinches at her voice. “Hell, if you really want some sap, I can cut it out for you.” When Stiles just stares at her, vaguely horrified, she sighs and elaborates. “That way you can tell everyone that you’ve held his heart in your hands.”

“Oh my god, Cora, go away,” Derek groans, shaking his head.

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“Spit it out, Stiles,” Derek says impatiently.

“I can kind of heal myself. Sometimes.”

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“I’m going to kill you,” Derek says to his brother sourly.

“Darling, please, no death threats when you’re off to camp.”

“At camp?”

Talia smirks, “Keep them quiet, at least.”

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“So is this a werewolf thing or a you thing?” Stiles asks eventually. He’s half-hysterical, but his heartbeat is still steadier than Derek would have expected it to be. “Because I’m pretty sure Scott would die if I chopped off his head.”

“It’s a me thing,” Derek says. “Well, it’s a Hale thing. A Hale-Addams thing. Look, can you help me reattach this? I’m a bit out of practice, so it’ll be easier if you do it.”

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[quccnnorth]

talk about how great i am

UGHHH IF I MUST. 

[ ♛ ] send me a url and i’ll tell you the following;

my opinion on;

character in general: robb stark was the first character i fell in love with in this series (even before sansa and theon which to some may be shocking) i watched the show before reading and i literally recall screaming and sobbing at my tv during the red wedding bc my heart couldn’t handle it. robb had the potential to be the greatest kitn and i truly believe he was killed off bc his character would’ve been too good and interfered with a better storyline for some other characters i shall not name. robb is amazing i just have so many feels for him. and sansa does too. she loves her big brother sm. we miss him. how they play them: look - there’s a reason i’m exclusive with your version, and it’s not that i don’t think other people can play him well, which people can. but it’s just our visions have aligned so closely. you have taken a character with 0 pov chapters, or if ur going by the show, 3 seasons, and turned him into a fucking powerhouse. you have made robb stark so real to me. how you play him, our chemistry as writers - i have based a lot of my headcanons and muse around your portrayal. your robb is literally engrained in my portrayal forever. i have to say you are one of few people who have gone so above and beyond with their muse, siphoning through so little source material and creating what you have. standing by your convictions, even if some people are bigots and claim they’re false (which robb stark is bi-sexual, thank you very much). you don’t just love robb, you’re protective of him, and it definitely shows considering out of our original gc ur the only one who has stayed consistently through without leaving for a bit at least. the mun: i’m really gonna get sappy here - sorry dj ur gonna end up just calling me a nerd or dork at the end of this bc that’s UR GO TO MOVE WHEN I’M A SAP. there, called out. but, dj was literally like the first friend i made in the asoiaf/got rp community back in last april/may. i was so nervous coming into this fandom, but dj was so nice. i was intimidated by her bc she was so funny and so popular and wrote like a fucking beast (in the nicest way) but when i got to know her she was so kind and so funny. do you ever feel like you connect with someone instantly? that’s how i felt with dj. like it’s so rare to find someone who makes you laugh so hard, who you feel like you can come to with any tea and not feel judged. if i wanna be a bitch, dj lets me be a bitch and doesn’t judge me. i know i poofed for a bit and we didn’t talk as much when i left to deal w real life, but dj was still a consistent friend through it all and i’m glad i’m back and have more time to talk to her bc i missed her sm. i can truly say she’s one of the best friends i have made on this fucking site. dj is so special and i just hope she knows that bc it’s important to me she does. 

do i;

follow them: for now until she says something mean and i unfollow her like a petty queen for all of 5 minutes. rp with them: of coursewant to rp with them: always. i love the dynamic we’ve built between robb and sansa and it’s so much more than anything we’ve read or seen. it feels real and i think their relationship is super down played in the fandom. robb is the reason why sansa is adamant on northern independence. and i’m grateful to dj for having the chance to be able to write what we should’ve seen more of. ship their character with mine: hahaahahaha no they’re siblings, but folgers is always yummy in the morning. so is making them ur present. 

what is my;

overall opinion: i’ve run out of things to say, you can read what i wrote above. but ilysm and u mean a lot to me. now i’m gonna be mean the rest of the night to make up for it. 

**Note: Mun’s answer are all to be completely honest. Don’t send url if you don’t want brutal honesty.

[mycarlydotcom]

Top 10 iCarly Episodes:

Well, coming off the heels of re-watching iCarly in it’s entirety, again, I feel it suitable to reflect on what I feel are the best episodes in the series. Keep in mind, these choices are just my personal opinion. This is all in good fun, so if you disagree, share what your favorite episodes are. I’m not gonna break down everything that happens in each episode, there’s no need. If you’re reading this, you’re already an iCarly fan, and know the episodes. I’ll just be listing my choices, and discussing why I chose each one. So, lets get started…

Honorable Mentions: iFence, iBloop, and iLost My Mind

There are honestly plenty more episodes that can be talked about here, but for the sake of keeping things as concise as possible, I narrowed this section down to three.

Season 1, Episode 22: iFence

This was originally in my top 10 when I was choosing my list, but in the end, it was edged out by what actually made the number 10 spot. This episode is funny, charming, and all around enjoyable. Even this early in the series, it was a nice change in formula to see Freddie take center stage. I’m also a huge a sap for any kind of heartfelt interactions between characters, and there is a brief, platonic one between Carly and Freddie during this episode that totally hits that soft spot for me. I’m also the biggest supporter of the Sam and Freddie pairing, so the moment where Sam is cheering on Freddie while he’s fencing his rival is my favorite thing ever.

Season 3, Episode 14: iBloop

Just a fun watch. I honestly wish they did more of these throughout the series. One per season would’ve been a nice treat for the viewers. I know there is a squeal in the latter seasons, but it’s not quite as good. Regardless, seeing the actors who play our beloved characters, goofing off on set, and flubbing their lines is just fun. I love it.

Season 5, Episode 1: iLost My Mind

This last honorable mention is probably not gonna be a popular choice, but it’s my list so whatever. I know, the “Seddie” arc is not remembered fondly by most iCarly fans. Heck, even some of the biggest “Seddiers” out there don’t like it, and I agree that the arc is poorly executed; but, I don’t think the whole thing is bad. It spans across five episodes, from iOMG to iLove You, and in my personal opinion, the arc is good until the third episode, iDate Sam and Freddie. It falls off a cliff from there on, but I’m adamant in my choice to include iLost My Mind as an honorable mention. All in all, this is an overall cute episode, with a sweet ending, and like I mentioned earlier, I’m a total sap for that stuff. That said, it could be a lot better, and that’s why it didn’t crack the top 10.

Alright, now that we’ve gotten the honorable mentions out of the way, let’s move on to the top 10…

10. Season 6, Episode 10: iRescue Carly

I know, I know, this is an odd choice to include. It’s one of the last few episodes in the series. Around this time it was very apparent that the show was winding down. The episode plots were weaker, the bloom was off the rose, and iCarly’s best days were admittedly in the rear view. That said, the show was still one of the most popular shows on Nickelodeon. It may not have been in it’s prime anymore, but it still delivered an enjoyable product to the fans that loved it. But why did I choose to include this episode specifically? Why did it edge out some arguably better episodes from when iCarly was at it’s peak? I’ll tell ya why. Sam Puckett.

It’s no secret that I love the Sam Puckett character, and this episode is nice culmination of the wonderful girl we get to watch her blossom into throughout the series. When we are first introduced to Sam, she is essentially an irritable bully who is mean to most people, except for Carly. At first, it’s even questionable as to why Carly considers this troublesome delinquent to be her best friend; which Carly even acknowledges in the very first episode. But as the series progresses, we learn that Sam isn’t a bad kid, she’s just a little rebellious is all. It’s acknowledged that she grew up without a father, a dysfunctional mother, and a perfect twin sister that most people prefer over her. Her attitude and demeanor is the byproduct of the surroundings in which she grew up, but underneath that rough exterior, Sam has a heart of gold.

The aggressive behavior she often displays can easily be interpreted as a defensive mechanism to protect herself. She has plenty of acquaintances, but doesn’t truly let many people get close to her, and that’s by design. At the start of the series, Carly, and by association, Spencer are the only ones shown to have a legitimate connection with Sam. Freddie would forge that connection shortly thereafter, as the two transition from enemies, to frenemies, to friends, and Gibby would also follow suit later on; but Sam’s inner circle doesn’t really stretch beyond that.

As we follow the rebellious blonde throughout the series, we are made privy to a plethora of moments where Sam drops her guard and displays her compassionate side. This episode captures that side of her beautifully, as she goes to extreme measures to protect her friends, especially Carly. It’s a nice bow on top of her character arc, as we see just how much she’s grown.

9. Season 2, Episode 7: iChristmas

Carly’s miniature arc of taking what she had for granted in this episode is wonderfully told. It has a good message while still skillfully sprinkling in the comedy the show is known for. My favorite thing about this episode is how it displays just how important Carly was to everyone around her. She is the literal glue that holds everyone together, which is made very apparent at the end of series when she leaves for Italy.

8. Season 2, Episode 20: iTwins

Turns out Sam has a twin sister who doesn’t live at home. She is the opposite of Sam in every possible way; she’s well behaved, gets good grades, she’s super friendly, and is a total girly-girl. Honestly, based on what we know, she is the total antithesis of not only Sam, but their entire family.

In this episode we are introduced to Melanie Puckett. What a totally fun concept this was. It’s honestly baffling that they never revisited the Melanie character. She is seldomly mentioned after this episode, but we are never graced with her presence in the series again. I would’ve loved to see her to become a reoccurring character. There was so much potential for fun plots involving her; but even in a one off episode, she left a lasting impression, and secured this episodes’ spot in the top 10.

7. Season 2, Episode 17: iReunite with Missy

Much like I mentioned during number 10, there are a plethora moments in the series where Sam drops her guard, and this episode is chock-full of that. It’s heartbreaking when Sam realizes she can’t do anything to stop Missy’s evil plan to steal Carly as her best friend. The “I’m her best friend,” line Sam shoots in response to Missy during the Groovy Smoothie scene gets me every time. She legitimately sounds upset, and is practically helpless in the moment. Then there is scene towards the end where Carly finds out the truth about Missy, and reconciles her best-friendship with Sam. It’s there we are shown again that Sam has a huge heart buried beneath her attitude when she forgives Carly despite having every right to be upset with her.

This episode is also a total smorgasbord of Sam and Freddie moments too, and I can’t help myself, I love it. From their little spat at the start of the episode to Sam at her most vulnerable when she comes to Freddie for help with the Missy situation, it’s just swimming in cuteness between them. Then of course, it’s revealed at the end that Freddie did help Sam without telling her, and it gives me all the feels. The “You care about Sam,”  moment in which Carly calls him out for helping Sam is just my favorite thing.

Maybe I’m a little bias because this episode is so centered on my favorite character, but I don’t care, it’s just great.

6. Season 1, Episode 5: iWanna Stay with Spencer

Starting to notice a trend? Like I mentioned earlier, I’m a sucker for the episodes with sappy, mushy, heartfelt moments in them, and you’ll see that continue throughout this list. This episode hits me right in feels as we just how strong the bond is between Carly and her brother, Spencer. It’s incredibly touching when Spencer is giving his Granddad the rundown of how to properly take care of Carly, and I always get a kick out of the “dinosaurs are cool,” line when Spencer mentions he only gives Carly dinosaur shaped vitamins.

5. Season 4, Episode 9: iOMG

Oh the “Seddie” arc…yes, it’s bad. There are just so many issues with how Sam and Freddie’s relationship was written. If you’re a supporter of their romance like myself, you know how unbelievably frustrating it was to see how terribly the writers fumbled their story. It was exploited merely for shock value, and the actual story that deserved to be told was never a priority. But despite the major issues within the arc, this episode that kicked everything off was wonderful.

In the honorable mentions section, I stated that I think the arc is actually good until the third episode, iDate Sam and Freddie, where everything starts crumbling apart, and iOMG is a testament to that opinion. I absolutely adore the subtle attempts from Sam to get to closer to Freddie, and how awkward she gets she finds out the PearPad app revealed her mood as “in love.” There are definitely minor flaws in both this episode, and iLost My Mind, but they don’t deserve the bad reputation they have simply because the episodes that followed them fumbled the ball. The cliff hanger at the end of this episode and the mere potential it had for a great story to be told is enough for me to include it on this list.

4. Season 3, Episode 3: iSpeed Date

If you haven’t noticed yet, beyond the trend of mushiness that is apparent on this list, there is also a trend of episodes that involve some kind of heavy implications with Sam. Here’s another one. 

I love and hate this episode lol. I love that we get more glimpses of Sam’s vulnerable side, but I hate how sad I feel for her as the episode plot plays out; which is a testament to the episode. Not only does she embarrassingly get turned down by Gibby, who she never wanted to ask to their school dance in the first place, she also walks in on Carly dancing with Freddie, unbeknownst to them. That dancing scene at the end has so many implications, and is surprisingly heavy for a kid’s show, honestly. You are left feeling so many emotions for the main trio as the episode concludes. There is a sense of pity for Sam as it is very clearly implied that she’s bothered by what she sees, but happiness combats that feeling as you proudly watch Freddie share that intimate moment with Carly he so desperately wanted for so long. It is happiness, sadness, confusion, and suspense all wrapped up into one scene, and it is fantastic; as is the entire episode.

3. Season 3, Episode 9: iSaved Your Life

Surprised at all? Why would a Sam and Freddie supporter, like myself, rank an episode centered on the pairing of Carly and Freddie in the top 10? Well, simply put, it’s a fantastic episode regardless of personal preference, and I cannot ignore that. There is a reason this was the highest rated episode in the series when it aired, and it’s because it’s fantastic. It scored an enormously high, record setting, television rating for the premier and that is nothing to scoff at. But beyond the record numbers it scored, I chose this episode because I honestly like it. There is a lot to unpack when discussing this episode…so strap in.

Yes, this episode revolves around Carly and Freddie, but it is still an integral part of Sam and Freddie’s relationship in major ways. As the plot unfolds, Freddie goes through a miniature arc in which he finally obtains what he craved for so long, a romantic relationship with Carly, but he ultimately decides to walk away from that relationship when it doesn’t turn out how he envisioned it. This is a crucial moment in Freddie’s overall journey as his character slightly changes from here on out. He practically abandons the constant adoration for Carly that was a staple of his character until that point, and we don’t see it again until Season 6, where it begins to be teased that those feelings still linger; but before the “Creddie” resurrection of Season 6, this episode essentially served as the metaphorical shutting of the door on his childhood crush that never felt the same for him.

Now as one metaphorical door shut, another was opened, one that led to a potential romance with Sam. Obviously, this romance had already been seldomly teased several times in prior episodes, as well as this episode itself, but it was now free from the shackles of its opposition. This admittedly has a lot to do with my personal enjoyment of the episode, and I’ll probably discuss the implications it has between Sam and Freddie in another post at some point. That said, I still enjoy the story told between Carly and Freddie, and I won’t pretend not too. Couple that story with the subtle allusions to Sam and Freddie’s possible romance, and I can’t help but love this episode.

2. Season 2, Episode 8: iKiss

Well, if the last episode I chose came as a surprise at all, I’d be willing to bet that this choice is the exact opposite. What can I say? I love Sam and Freddie to pieces, and this is the first episode centered on their connection. I’d venture to say this is my most watched episode of iCarly. I always re-watch the balcony scene, and it gives me all the feels. That kiss the two characters share at the conclusion of the episode is so well done, and captures the awkwardness of adolescence brilliantly. You literally feel their confusion as they lock lips with each other. The tension between these two constantly argumentative characters is released into a kiss, and you witness them subtly realize there might be a reason behind their sometimes hostile behavior toward one another. Of course, this is not stated outright, but it is absolutely what you’re intended to infer from the scene. It is shot in a way that makes it clear that both Sam and Freddie want to say something more after the kiss, but just don’t know how, resulting in awkward banter before they ultimately retreat into their own solitude. I could honestly write an essay breaking down the every little minute detail in that scene, it’s just so wonderfully done.

The general arc Sam goes through in this episode is also wonderfully told. Early in the episode there is a moment where Sam refers to herself, Carly, and Freddie as all being “friends,” before immediately backtracking and saying that Freddie is merely a “coworker.” There is an obvious denial of any kind relationship between them, even platonically, but we as the audience know better than that. Then of course, Sam later finds out that Freddie has never had a real kiss, and publicly shares that information on iCarly as a prank, but it practically ruins Freddie’s social life. That moves us into the second phase of this arc, in which Sam realizes that her actions have consequences. Carly berates her for being so harsh to Freddie, in a moment that terrifically displays why Carly is such a wonderful character, and Sam is left to harbor the guilt of her choices. This carries us into the third phase of her arc where she faces her emotions head on, and apologizes to Freddie. Even without the kiss that follows, this arc Sam goes through is a tremendous display of growth for an otherwise, closed off, defensive, rebellious teenager. That alone is testament to the excellence that is this episode.

Like I said earlier, I could write an essay on this episode. There is just so many little details that make it so great, and I absolutely love it,

1. Season 6, Episode 13: iGoodbye

So, here we are at number 1, and it’s the series finale, iGoodbye. Is this even a shock? This final episode of iCarly is so freaking good, and there was no way it wasn’t going to claim the number 1 spot for me. Even with the fact that Sam and Freddie get no closure, and just have a general lack of interaction at all during the episode, I still rank at number 1. That’s how good it is.

So, I guess I’ll start with the Sam and Freddie issue since I mentioned that first, just to get the one negative out of the way. This is single flaw this episode has, but it is a major one, and I have to acknowledge it. While they may have a few little moments here and there, Sam and Freddie have an extreme lack of interaction throughout this episode, and it’s incredibly disappointing as a viewer. Of course, to a fan like myself, these two ending up back together would’ve been the ideal outcome, but I digress. Even disregarding the idea of them getting together, the simple fact that they don’t even have a final moment together, even just as friends, is criminal.

But, I ranked this at number 1 for a reason, and it’s because it is fantastic even with that flaw. This finale is a love letter to fans of the series, and is an emotional roller coaster throughout. There are numerous tear jerking moments that tug at the heart strings amazingly hard for a kids show. From Spencer forsaking his long lost love, Audrey, so he can take his little sister to her last dance, to Carly and Sam on the elevator during the final scene, and everything in between, this episode is emotionally beautiful. Both of Spencer’s moments with Carly and Sam respectively are two of my favorite moments in the entire series, and they give me all the feels. The goodbye he and Carly share before she leaves for Italy genuinely makes me cry every time I watch it, and the moment where he gives Sam the motorcycle before telling her she has “a good heart,” is so touching. I adore that “good heart,” line so much, as it validates my favorite character as a good person deep down. 

I could go on forever about this episode, but I actually plan on reviewing it as a standalone specifically, in a follow up to myreview/look back at the whole series. So for now, we’ll wrap this list up. iGoodbye is a beautiful finale to a wonderful series, and easily secures its spot as the best episode of iCarly for me.

[killerqueenmachine]

Gonna take me to the Oscars or nah? Part 6

Pairing: Gwilym Lee x Reader

Words: 5200+

Prompt: None

Summary: It's time for the Oscars afterparty at the Vanity Fair party!

Warnings: Alcohol, foul language, feelings, SMUT; real sappy heartfelt lovemaking, oral - both male and female receiving, penetrative sex, sappy sap sap.

Note: In this fic 'reader' is taller than Joe Mazzello, yet shorter than Gwilym Lee, which means somewhere between 175cm (5'9) and 188 cm (6'2). This is a part 6 of a series - you can find the other 5 parts in my Masterlist!

The smut is like.. Half of this chapter so.. That's that. Also, I'm thinking that this should be the last chapter? Like I wasn't even prepared.. But I don't think I can squeeze anything more out of this.

PLEASE! For the LOVE OF GOD!!!! PLEASE leave some feedback - both on this chapter but also on the full series. Did you like it? Was it any good? Too smutty? Too unrealistic? Just please leave SOME sort of feedback.. Please.. (and maybe please reblog it, if you like it, yeah?)

Also the gif is all mine and I really hope it works, ahaha. 

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"Joseph Francis Mazzello the third put me down!" You yelled trough a laugh.

"Keep dreaming baby" he replied and almost started running.

He had thrown you over his shoulder for whatever reason and was currently on a mission, apparently to kidnap you. The afterparty had been going on for many hours and both of you were slightly more than tipsy at this point.

"Where do you think you're going?" Gwilym asked with a sly smile, stepping in front of his friend with his arms folded over his chest.

"On an adventure" Joe explained, softly slapping the back of your thighs.

You shrieked in surprise at the sudden slaps against your body.

"Gwilym, my hero! Save me!" you laughed and slightly squirmed on Joes shoulder in a fake attempt to get down.

Before you knew it, Gwilym was by your side laughing his heart out trying to get you down from Joe's shoulder. The moment was caught by a bunch of photographers but in the heat of the moment none of you seemed to care. The night had been absolutely perfect so far - and a silly little picture was not going to change that fact.

"You trying to steal my bird, Mazzello?" Gwilym drunkenly laughed when he finally had pulled you off of Joe's shoulder.

"I would never!" Joe quickly retorted, before scanning your body with his eyes, shooting you a quick smirk before he opened his mouth again.

"Alright, maybe I would" he laughed and reached out to grab your hand. You shook your head and felt a furious blush creep on to your cheeks.

He caught you and quickly pulled you into his arms, laughing deeply as he did. You laughed along and placed your hand against Joe's chest, trying to push him away.

"Absolutely not!" Gwilym laughed sternly, pulling you back into his arms. Joe clung on to you and followed trip right into Gwilym's arms.

"Get off! Go find your own girl!" Gwilym laughed. The tone between you all was so super light-hearted and you never wanted this to end.

"Well, to be fair if it wasn't for me you wouldn't have had her!" Joe said and folded his arms over his chest. You shook your head at his remark but quickly turned your head towards your loving boyfriend who obviously was trying to come up with a comeback.

Gwilym seemingly couldn't find something funny to say so instead he gently placed his hand on your cheek and gently moved it down and grabbed your chin between his thumb and fingers to gently tilt your head up so he could place a loving and slightly desperate kiss on your lipstick-stained lips.

Joe made a disgusted sound before throwing his arms around your waist, trying to pull you away from Gwilym.

"Get a room!" he laughed while spinning you around and pulling you into his arms.

"Joe!" you screamed in surprise as you tumbled around in his arms, clinging on to his shirt to stop you from falling over your own legs.

"You'd miss us too much if we got a room dearest!" Gwilym laughed as he walked over to Joe, who had locked you securely in his arms.

It all felt like a dream to you. Honestly it had been feeling like a dream from the moment Joe had replied to your Instagram message and now almost three weeks later you were at the Oscar afterparty and even though Rami had won an Oscar for his incredible performance you honestly felt like the biggest winner of the day. You had met so many of your idols, gotten to walk a red carpet and most importantly - you had finally captured the heart of the beautiful dark-haired man who was currently standing behind you.

All these emotions seemed to suddenly catch up to you and you had to breath in hard, to make sure you wouldn't look to overwhelmed.

"Gwilym?" you spoke with a voice as fragile as glass. Both Joe and Gwilym seemed to sense that something within you had changed.

"Are you okay, love?" Gwilym softly asked as Joe let you go with a very apologetic look on this face.

"Hey, I'm sorry if I went too far (Y/N), I never meant to do--" You lifted your hand to stop Joe from talking and sent him an apologetic smile.

"No, no not at all Joe, you're wonderful - really! I just.. I'm getting a little emotional" You pulled Gwilym in for a hug and looked up at him with a pleading look.

"Is it alright if I just.. Uh.. I need to have a moment I think" you said, almost asking him if he wanted to go with you. You didn't really want him to leave the party and his friends behind, which was why you stopped your question and made a statement instead.

Gwilym replied with a nod and wrapped his long arms around you and gently kissed the top of your head. Joe gently placed his hand on your shoulder to let you know, that he would leave and go join someone else at the party instead. Gwilym nodded in Joe's direction before his attention went back to you.

"I'm so sorry Gwil, you should go join him too. I'll just take a breather in the bathroom" you mumbled against his shirt, still fighting not to cry.

"No, no baby. I'll be right here with you. Maybe we should find somewhere a little more private?" He suggested.

You softly nodded and followed him to a quieter place at the very back of the large building where the party was held. Only a few other people were back here - all people who seemed to be having a hard time too. Gwilym took off his blazer and draped it over your shoulders, to ensure that you wouldn't get cold.

"Got a little overwhelmed there, baby?" Gwilym softly asked, while rubbing your upper back.

"Yeah. I think reality just.. Hit me" you softly laughed, shaking your head.

You spend almost a full hour just talking to Gwilym. You talked about everything that had happened that day and about your newfound relationship. About how you were going to make it work, who needed to know and if you wanted it to be very public and all those things that needed to be talked about and once you had finally talked it all through, you seemed to have calmed down enough to continue on with the party.

Gwilym led you back into the party and quickly Joe was back at your side, wanting to know if everything was okay. He handed you a shot and a glass of your favourite drink with a big smile. You downed your shots together and quickly the conversation went back to it light-hearted nature.

A few moments later Lucy came over and asked you to dance. You hadn't really talked with her, but it seemed like it was a full on ladies party at the dance floor and you certainly didn't want to feel left out, so you grabbed her hand and let her take you to the floor where you quickly found the rhythm and started dancing with the group of women.

Meanwhile, Joe and Gwilym were standing at the bar with their beers sharing their thoughts about you. You stole a few glances at them easily spotting Gwilym's eyes who were glued to your body. Like a lion looking at its next prey.

The party had seemed to fade out a little and to be fair it was almost four in the morning and some of the people you had met, had work to do. Lucy, for one, had a photoshoot to attend - yet she still danced around without a care in the world.

"Mm, you look really good swaying your hips like that baby" Gwilym whispered in your ear as he snaked his hands around your body. You jumped in surprise as his hands touched you and almost screamed when he started talking.

Instead you swiftly grinded your arse against his crotch before turning around in his arms, placing your hands on his chest, creating a little bit of distance between you. Gwilym held your body close to his, with his arms linked around your hips.

"You sound like you're ready to call it a night?" you asked in a sultry voice, placing a teasing kiss on his Adams apple.

He hummed in response, moving his hands down to squeeze your arse.

"I have a few more things I need to do before falling asleep, though" he softly laughed

"Yeah? Like what?" you moved your hands up his chest and around his neck, pulling his head a little closer to yours.

"Like you" he swiftly replied before crashing his lips onto yours.

You giggled into the kiss, which you quickly broke and moved your hands down his arms, pulling yourself away from his grip.

"Let's go then, yeah?"

Gwilym quickly nodded at the two of you started making your round, bidding your friends and acquaintances goodbye.

You barely made it out of the building and into the taxi before Gwilym's lips were attached to your neck, sucking gently in various places, making sure not to leave any marks. His scruff had already started growing back in, making his chin a little prickly on your delicate skin.

"Gwil.. Please" you softly moaned, trying to keep your voice down so you wouldn't make the taxi driver too uncomfortable. As if that wasn't already too late.

"I want you so bad, baby" he whispered as his hands started to roam your body.

You cupped his face with both of your hands and pulled him closer to you, almost on top of you, since neither of you were wearing seatbelts. He used one of his hands to steady him by placing it on the car seat below you while the other one went to your neck. You crashed your lips unto his with such force, your teeth almost crashing together. The kisses were long and steamy, wet and messy. You tried pulling yourself together, for the sake of the poor taxi driver, but the taste of Gwilym and the slight pressure his hand had started to put on your neck and throat drove you mad. God bless the honeymoon phase of a relationship.

The taxi finally came to a halt in front of your hotel and you and Gwilym quickly got out, generously tipping the driver and apologizing for your awful behaviour. Just as you closed the door of the taxi, Gwilym smacked your arse with an immense force, making you jump forwards.

"Ow! What was that for?" you giggled, softly shoving him away by pushing his chest.

"I just.. I can't help myself" he laughed, pulling you in for a tight embrace, quickly twirling you around.

"Do you have any idea how fucking breath taking you look in this dress?" he growled as he placed you back on your feet. You felt the heat rise back to your cheeks as you grabbed his hand and laced your fingers with his.

"Well.. Joe tried to kidnap me, and you haven't been able to keep your eyes away from me, so I'm assuming.. It's not a bad look?" you joked and kissed the back of his hand.

"Certainly not!" he giggled and started walking inside pulling you along.

"But as much as I love you in this dress.. I kinda can't wait to see that pretty little dress on the floor - and your pretty little ass in my bed" he laughed and once again smacked your arse - a little softer this time.

You were both so handsy with each other at this point, it was a miracle that you made it to his room still fully dressed. As he scrambled around for his key-card you pressed your body against his backside, slowly unbuttoning his white shirt.  

"Patience now, kitten" Gwilym laughed, while still fiddling around trying to find his key-card.

"Uh.. No" you laughed and unbuttoned the last few buttons before you moved your hands down to undo his trousers. Just as you popped the button, he found his card and let you in to his room.

You leaned against him, pushing him inside and quickly following him, slamming the door close behind you. In no time you had pulled off his blazer and bowtie, while you kicked off your stilettoes and moaned in pleasure as you finally got them off.

"What a beautiful sound" he laughed as he untied his own shoes and took them off.

"Shut up.. Those shoes have been a nightmare for the past five hours, at least" you laughed.

Gwilym took off his socks and trousers, leaving him in his fully open shirt and his boxers while you, on the other hand, was still fully clothed.

"You know what?" Gwilym said with a sigh, looking at you with a glimmer in his eye that you had never seen before.

"Uh.. No?" you nervously replied before turning your back against him, wordlessly asking him to help you zip down your dress.

He placed a soft kiss on your neck and slowly zipped down your dress and placed yet another kiss right below your earlobe.

"I'm so fucking in love with you. It's ridiculous." He whispered while slowly pushing your dress off your shoulders, watching intensely as it fell down and pooled at your feet. His voice sent shivers down your spine.

"I love you too Gwil--"

"No. I'm in love with you. In love." he said as you turned around in his arms.

You softly laughed and pressed a kiss to his exposed collarbone.

"I'm in love with you too. So much" you whispered against his bare skin.

He placed his finger gently right below your chin and lifted your face up at an angle, so he had easy access to your lips. Knowing that this would be your last night together before you had to go back to your respective homes, you leaned into his touch and as he softly pressed his slightly chapped lips against yours, you whimpered. And so did he. You both knew, that this night wouldn't be the end of your relationship, but the fact that neither of you knew when you would see each other again, you really needed this night to matter. Even if the both of you were a little more than tipsy.

"Come 'ere, my beautiful beautiful girlfriend" he purred and gently grabbed your wrist, pulling you over to the bed. He sat down and before he could pull you over next to him, you grabbed on to his thighs and dropped to your knees between his legs, looking up at him as innocently as you could.

"Let me show you how much I love you, baby" you softly spoke, as you ran your fingertips over the waistband of his boxers.

You heard him whisper as soft 'oh holy fuck' under his breath, as you tugged on his boxers, silently asking him to help you pull them off his legs. He heard your silent plea and within seconds you pulled his boxers off and pushed his open shirt off his shoulders, so he was finally completely naked before you.

"You're so fucking breath-taking, Gwilym" you whimpered in awe, before pressing a series of needy kisses on his inner thighs, slowly making your way up to his half-hard cock.

His breath got caught in his throat and he was completely unable to say anything as you finally spit in the palm of your hand and wrapped your fingers around his cock. He leaned his head back in pleasure and a small whine noise escaped his lips.

"Look at me, baby" you softly said, squeezing his thigh with your free hand. He did as told and once you obtained eye contact you leaned forward and licked a slow, wet stripe from the base of his cock, following the prominent vein all the way to his tip, all while maintaining the eye contact.

"Fuck, love! You're too good to me" he moaned as his hips bucked up, desperate for your touch.

You softly hummed as you hollowed your cheeks and slowly started bopping your head, making sure to spread your saliva to every inch of his cock. His hands quickly found their way in to your already messy hair and you could feel how bad he wanted you.

"I lov- love you!" he moaned which made you smile around his now very hard and throbbing cock.

To reply, you sucked a little harder which caused him to squirm and moan out in pure ecstasy. The hand, that you had previously had on his thigh now moved to his balls, gently rolling them between your soft fingers, which once against caused his hips to buck up. This time the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat, which caused you to audibly gag.

"Oh, I'm so sorry baby - so sorry" he whined.

"You feel so good, my God. What did I do to deserve you?" his voice sounded so desperate you could cum just from the sound of it.

Once again you hummed in response and slowly pulled off him with a loud pop, while your hand still slowly stroked his throbbing dick.

"You wanna come in my mouth, yeah?" you asked, voice hoarse from your previous work.

"Baby.." he pleaded. You understood his almost wordless plea and quickly your mouth went back to work.

You kissed a long stripe of wet sloppy kisses up his inner thighs before you reached his balls which you quickly fondled before taking one of them into your mouth, gently sucking it.

"Ah, oh! Bab-baby please!" his voice was almost a scream by now. He was so desperate.

"Close - so close" he whined moving one of his hands from your hair and on to the mattress behind him.

You popped off him again and wrapped your lips around his sensitive tip once again, making everything wet and messy in the hopes of increasing the pleasure for him.

"Gonna cum, baby, gonna cum" he muttered.

You sucked once more, which was the last drop he needed to let go. Spurt after spurt of the white sticky fluid covered your tongue as his whole body tensed and his jaw dropped, making the most beautiful orgasm-face you had ever seen. You collected everything he had to give to you in your mouth and before swallowing, you squeezed his thigh so he looked at you. You opened your mouth, just a little, to show him what he had done, before swallowing and once again opening your mouth, sticking your tongue out.

"You're a fucking Goddess" he whispered falling back on the mattress, running both his hands through his hair, before covering his face with them.

You wiped the back of your hand across your lips before getting up from the ground and laying down on the bed next to Gwilym. You placed a kiss on his chest, before softly giggling and cuddling close to him, already ready to go to sleep.

"I love you so much Gwil" you whispered which caused him to stir a little.

"Oh no no no, babygirl. You're not going to sleep yet." he commanded pulling his torso up from the bed to tower over you.

"Absolutely no chance you're getting any sleep before I've had you scream my name at least twice. At. Least" his tone of voice almost made it sound like a threat, but the words accompanying the voice was anything but a threat.

"Show me what you can do then, loverboy" you retorted with a laugh, rolling over to lay flat on your back.

"Your wish is my command" he smirked before passionately kissing you. First on the lips, but quickly he started trailing kisses all the way down your jaw, neck, shoulder, chest and stomach before he pressed a single wet kiss right below your bellybutton.

Every kiss he planted on your skin made you gasp a little and when he finally reached your clothed core you couldn't help but whimper. You were so ready for him. He made quick work of your panties, pulling them off and carelessly throwing them into the room.

"You're already so wet for me, gorgeous!" he smirked as he ran his fingers up and down your pussy, coating them in your wetness. You softly whined in response.

"Who did this to you?" he asked, pressing a hot and messy kiss on your pubic bone.

"Y-you did. Those sweet little fucking noises you made when I- when I sucked you off" you said through gritted teeth. He had no business teasing you like that, after what you had just done.

You heard him slightly chuckle before he finally licked you from your entrance to your clit, spreading your wetness around and mixing it with his saliva.

"Mh, you taste so fucking good" he spoke quickly, before getting back to work.

Your hips bucked up when he finally ran his tongue over your clit. You felt a smile tug on the corners of his mouth as he wrapped his strong arms around your thighs and linked his hands, pressing gently down on your lower stomach to keep you still.

Never in your whole life had you ever experienced something like this. His tongue worked magic on your throbbing heat. Quickly switching between kitty licks and long broad licks, quick pace or slow pace, paying a lot of attention to your clit, licking the sensitive skin right around your entrance your shoving his tongue inside you.

You felt the familiar knot in your lower stomach and it quickly tightened. Gwilym was working actual magic on your body.

"Gwil" you whined, grabbing on to his arms that were still holding you down.

"I'm so close, please.. God" you cried out. He moved one of his arms from your thigh and ran his fingers all the way up your leg before using two of his long fingers to tease your entrance. You were already so sensitive so even the slightest touch of his made you cry out.

He sucked on your clit as he pushed two fingers into you with ease, which caused you to arch your back and whine like you had never done before.

"Fuck!" you screamed as he bent his fingers slightly, making the ever so famous come-hither motion against your g-spot. How he had found it so easily was still to remain a mystery.

You started to feel your toes curl and your fingers grabbed so harshly on to Gwilym's arm, that you were sure you would leave bruises.

"Cum for me" he whispered against your pussy before he once again licked and sucked on your sensitive bud, as if his life depended on it.

"Gwilym! Oh fuck! YES!" you screamed like a mad man. Surely everyone in the rooms around you, that including Joe and Ben, heard you, but you couldn't care less.

Your orgasm flushed over you making every muscle in your body tense and relax multiple times before you finally calmed down and mustered enough strength to pull Gwilym back up next to you. He placed a final kiss on your pussy and pulled out his fingers, which made you gasp.

"You wanna taste yourself?" he asked, running his wet fingers on your lower lip.

You opened your mouth and looked Gwilym straight in the eyes as you took his fingers into your mouth, licking them clean.

"You're so hot. Have I told you, that I love you?" he laughed, when he removed his fingers from your mouth before he fell on to his back right next to you.

You softly giggled before rolling half way on top of him, placing a longing, passionate and loving kiss on his lips.

"I want to make love to you" he whispered against your lips. You looked down at his face, his eyes were still closed, and he looked like an angel that had fallen from the sky.

"You just did" you replied softly, kissing his nose.

"No - I mean, yes. I want to be inside you, please" he mumbled, almost sounding drunk. Well to be fair you were both a little tipsy still.

"What are you waiting for?" you giggled, before running your hand through his hair.

"I don't want to get off the bed to get a condom" he whined in a slight chuckle, pointing to the open box of condoms standing on the desk just a few feet away.

You giggled at his silliness and rolled all the way over him and reached out for the box. You couldn't quite reach it, but you managed to get the tip of your finger into the box and then accidently knocking it on the floor, causing condoms packages to spill out all over the floor. You sighed deeply before the both of you started laughing as you bend down to fetch one of the floor. As you got the package of the floor you finally unclasped your bra and threw it away. Finally, you were both completely naked.

"That's a mess for later" you laughed and ripped the foil open.

Gwilym was still laying on his back with his eyes closed, clearly exhausted.

"Gwil?" you softly asked, placing your hand on his hip.

"I'm awake, I promise" he mumbled as he batted his eyes open.

"Are you sure you want to do this? You seem.. Tired"

"Never too tired to make my favourite girl feel like a Goddess" he said and sat up, pulling you over to him.

He pulled you into his arms and dipped his head down, capturing your lips in yet another deep and loving kiss.

"Lay down for me, baby. I want to look you in the eyes for this part"

"We've been looking each other in the eyes for all the parts?"

"Yes, and I don't intend on stopping now - lay down" Gwilym commanded.

You pulled the condom out from the open foil and handed it to him. He quickly pumped his cock a few times before sliding the rubber on. You puffed up a few pillows against the headboard before you leaned your head against them.

Gwilym crawled over to you, spreading your legs apart to make room for him between them.

"I love you so much" he whispered, a little teary eyed.

"I love you too baby - are you okay?" you softly asked him while pushing a bit of his hair back from his forehead.

"Yes - yes I'm really good. I'm just.. So overwhelmed with how much I actually love you" he said, laughing a little at his own vulnerability. His words completely took you by surprise and before you knew it, you had gotten teary eyed yourself.  

"Oh - oh no baby, please don't cry!" he said, sitting down and pushing his legs under yours. You sat up and wrapped your arms around him.

"I love you too Gwilym. So much. I.. I can't even articulate it" you whispered before pressing a soft kiss to his shoulder.

At this point you were a sight for sore eyes. Both of you completely naked, wrapped in each other's arms, both of you softly crying - yet Gwilym was still rock hard, his boner gently poking against your stomach.

"Come up 'ere" he said, pulling you onto his lap. You followed his lead and when you got into his lap, you reached down between your bodies, taking Gwilym's dick in your hand and lining it up with your entrance.

"You ready?" you whispered against his lips, hesitating to sit down on him.

He nodded and you lowered yourself on to him, causing both of you to moan deeply. Before you got to bottom out, Gwilym wrapped his arms around your torso, pulling you closer to him, before kissing you with a feverish passion.

"Love you" he whined, once you had finally sat down all the way.

"Mh, me too" you shortly replied before you slowly started to move your hips up and down. You rested your forehead against his, as you lazily rolled your hips and he stole kisses from you with a few seconds between.

It didn't take long before he slowly bent over, softly placing you down on the bed and towering over you.

None of you said anything, he just moved his hands from around your body and placed one on the mattress to keep him from falling on to you, and the other one quickly moved your hair away from your face, before he quickly cupped your cheek and gave you another innocent kiss.

He thrusted into you slowly and deeply, making sure to go as deep as he could with each thrust. Neither of you were chasing your highs - you just wanted to share this moment and feel each other. The lazy slow thrusts continued for a little, before you felt that way to familiar knot in your lower stomach again.

"Faster, please" you begged, placing both your hands on his ass, trying to push him deeper and harder into you.

"Mh" he moaned as he picked up his pace. The hand that had previously been placed on your cheek now moved to your throat. He wasn't really applying a lot of pressure, but just the feeling of his strong fingers wrapped around your throat made you even more excited.

"Gwilym.. 'm close" you whined, bucking your hips up to meet his thrust. One of your hands snaked in between your bodies and feverishly started rubbing your clit.

"Yes, yes baby!" he groaned as he picked up his pace a little more and tightened the grip on your throat a little more.

"I love you!" you whined as you started to feel your muscles tense up again. Gwilym's pace slowed down and got sloppy and you knew all too well what that meant.

"Gwilym!" you screamed once again shortly followed by him crying out your name.

You squeezed your eyes shut and arched your back up as your orgasm washed through you, causing you to clench around Gwilym which quickly made him cum too. As he came, he removed his hand from your throat and placed it on the bed right next to you. After a few sloppy thrusts, his orgasm was over, while a tiny bit of yours was still soaring through you, cause the tiniest, whiniest moans to spill from your lips.

Everything went quiet for just a few seconds, before you finally opened your eyes again. Gwilym was still towering over you looking down at you with pure love and admiration shining from his eyes. He bent down and placed a fleeting kiss on your dry lips before he slowly pulled out of you and disposed of the condom.

Neither of you said anything before Gwilym had crawled underneath the sheets and you had cuddled up against his side. Your head on his chest and your hand on his upper stomach, while one of your legs was nestled between his. His arms were wrapped around your and his cheek rested against the top of your head. Everything was perfect.

"That was the most amazing thing ever" he whispered while looking down at you.

"Mh-hm" you sleepily replied, tilting your head back to look up at him.

"Did I remember to say that I love you?" he chuckled before leaning down to kiss you.

"Uh yeah, I think you said it once or twice" you laughed and kissed him back.

"I mean it, you know"

"I mean it too. I don't want to live without you, Gwil"

"I won't let you live without me, baby. I promise"

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[missmagicandlight]

out of all the relationships you remember on your first pass when answering, who does most of the sappy gazing? Who would gaze upon the love of their life with more love than ever seen before in this universe and not be ashamed (or is ashamed because they were doing it in public and someone called them out for it)?

Arizona/New Mexico: definitely Eli. 

Arkansas/Louisiana: look, this is a boy that’s been in love with the same girl for centuries. He’s definitely done some sappy gazing.

Colorado/Wyoming: both. definitely, definitely both.

Florida/Georgia: Scarlett is very pretty, okay?

Kansas/Missouri: I mean, who wouldn’t? It’s Addison. She’s adorable. 

Kentucky/Tennessee: I have no idea???????

Maine/Massachusetts: Sam does her fair share of sappy gazing, but seriously, Foster definitely does it more. 

Maryland/Virginia: Ginny’s probably done more, but that might just be because Scott’s kind of oblivious.

Michigan/Ohio: um, they definitely don’t do sappy gazing what are you even talking about???? they do and they’re pretty much equal in it

Minnesota/Texas: have you seen Mindy? of course he does. Is Michael happy about the amount of time Austin spends staring at his little sis? no. 

Nebraska/Wisconsin: there’s nothing cuter than Cait holding a calf.

Nevada/Utah: I believe I mentioned before that Emily is kind of like a puppy (i.e. small and helpless looking), yes?

New Hampshire/Vermont: they’re both saps.

New Jersey/Rhode Island: it’s close, but I think Adam does more gazing

New York/Pennsylvania: Brooke has the excuse of being an artist, okay?

Oregon/Washington: there’s an entire fic of Aidan being sappy okay?

[ninjasexpizza]

When I’m with you: I worry about nothing. I am at peace, I feel comfortable, happy, and safe and secure. I know I’ll be fine as long as I have your hand to hold. I have no doubt that you’re my soul mate. And, I just want to do things with you and for you. I won’t let you go and I won’t give you up. I won’t treat you any less over something stupid and childish, I just want to make you happy and that’s all that matters. I will do my very best to keep you happy. Each day that passes makes our love grow stronger, even though we’re apart. But, nothing can keep us apart forever because we’ll always find a way since that’s how strong the bond. Nothing can stand between us, nothing can stop us from seeing each other. I will never let you go, I would be the biggest fool ever if I’ve done that. Without you, I am incomplete. There would be a hole inside me. I will treat you like you ought to be treated. You have no idea how much I love you, no one on this earth has an idea. I will always be there for you and make an effort to be in your life and support you, everything you do and the dreams you pursue. You always make me deliriously happy, you colored my love. I never felt so close with someone so far away. I love you infinitely, my love for you will continue to grow and divide over and over again for as long as I live. Thank you for being my best friend and biggest cheerleader. You're the best.

[fireynovacat]

Adashi!

Adam LIVES

Who's the night owl: Shiro of course! He loves to stargaze, so Adam joins him.

Who's the morning person: Both are due to their lifestyle.

Are they cuddlers: Somewhat! But they both prefer small touches over cuddling.

Who is the big spoon: they switch, but Adam mostly

What is their favorite sleeping position: Adam likes to sleep on his back with one arm around Shiro. Shiro likes to sleep on his side with his head on Adam's chest.

Who steals all the blankets: Adam

What do they wear to bed: nerdy PJs

Who likes seeing the other in their t-shirt: Shiro

Who wakes up with nightmares: Both

Who accidentally punched the other in their sleep: Shiro, his nightmares are more violent.

Who can't keep their hands to themselves: Neither,they both need touch to make sure the other is alive.

Who said I love you first: Adam, because Shiro was too nervous.

Who would have the other's picture as their phone background: Shiro, because he's sappy.

Who leaves notes in the fog on the mirror: Do hearts count? Shiro.

Who buys the other cheesey gifts: Shiro, because he's sappy and his love language is very material.

Who initiated the first kiss: Adam!

Who kisses the other awake in the morning: it's a race!

Who starts tickle fights: Neither like tickling, so no.

Who asks if they can join the other in the shower: Adam mostly, sometimes Shiro.

Who surprises the other with lunch at work: they work together soooo SHIRO the SAP.

Who was nervous and sht on the first date: both were, but that faded once they felt more comfortable.

Who kills takes out the spiders: Adam, Shiro makes, "my hero!" jokes every time

Who loudly proclaims their love when drunk: Adam, he goes on long rants about his awesome husband.

[daniellesimagines]

Security Blanket (Michael Clifford)

word count: 2644 requested by: none pronouns: she/her warnings: none fandom: 5 seconds of summer au type: bad boy, high school summary: all you wanted was one night without that damn jacket inspired by: @twilightparker​ (x) authors notes: leather jacket michael can fuck me up other parts: none

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"What do you mean I can't wear it?" your boyfriend looked at you with a dumbfounded expression.

"You cannot wear a leather jacket to prom, Michael," you repeated yourself for what felt like the hundredth time.

"Why?!"

"You have to look nice!" you rolled your eyes, "Do you think I'm gonna show up wearing jeans and your hoodie? Of course not!"

"This jacket is who I am!" he tugged at the front of it where it was unzipped.

"You know," you laughed bitterly, "I personally find it hilarious that you of all people need to be wrapped up in a security blanket to feel good about yourself."

"I don't need to be," he grumbled.

"Then don't wear it to prom."

"I'm wearing it to prom, Y/N," he stated firmly, letting you know he wasn't going to budge.

"Fine," you shrugged, "Then don't go at all." You got up from your seat, causing Michael's arm to fall off your shoulders.

"Y/N," he sighed, getting up and following you to the front door where you were putting your shoes on to go home, "You've been talking about this since school started; You can't just not go to prom."

"Didn't say I wasn't going," you reminded him, making him cock an eyebrow.

"You're going to prom without me?"

"If that's what it comes down to," you replied, standing back upright once both shoes were on before you grabbed your jacket. "I don't care if I have a date or not," you said, looking him right in the eyes so he knew you were being serious with him, "I only get one senior prom, and you are not going to be the one to ruin that for me." Before Michael could respond, you were already out the door to go home.

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One week later; Prom night

Unsurprisingly, you arrived at the local college's venue – the place prom was held every year – without your boyfriend. You weren't necessarily upset about it – you knew he wasn't going to show – but that didn't mean it didn't hurt.

You rarely ever saw your boyfriend without the item of clothing on – something that always worried you when he'd wear it in the middle of summer – but you stopped pleading with him to ditch it a long time ago. Michael was incredibly stubborn and all hell broke loose when he didn't get what he wanted. But, to you, a line had to be drawn somewhere, and that line for you was prom.

All you wanted was a romantic night with your boyfriend – him showing up at your house, taking all the photos your mother would insist you'd thank her for later, exchanging the corsage and boutonniere, and then just having fun with all your friends as you ended your high school days.

But no.

Being the girlfriend of the school's resident bad boy meant you rarely got to do sappy couple things. Michael was adamant about how being sappy would tarnish his reputation and he couldn't have people talking about him like that – which, to be honest, upset you a bit; since when did Michael care what people were saying about him?

But you stayed with him; You stayed because you loved him.

Michael was no doubt a sap when he was alone with you – he loved to cuddle up on the couch and watch cartoons with you on Saturday nights no matter how much he'd deny it to his friends, he loved writing songs and singing them to you when he thought they were perfect... Though Michael was never one to be very vocal about it, you knew he loved you too.

"Finally," you heard someone say beside you the moment you walked into the main room of the venue, "Someone easy on the eyes shows up." You looked over your shoulder and smiled widely.

"He sounds like Luke Hemmings, but he looks way too dressed up to be him," you teased, making him chuckle.

"Hey, Y/N," he said, pecking your cheek, "You look beautiful."

"Thank you," you grinned, "I'm glad I know what you look like when you're actually trying."

"Ha, ha, ha," he rolled his eyes, but he was obviously trying not to smile as well.

"Hey, you still look handsome," you told him.

"Thanks," he laughed, "So, Mike not come with you?"

"I told him he couldn't wear the jacket, Lu," you let out a breathy laugh, "What do you think?"

"Don't you wish he was though?" Luke asked you.

"Of course I do," you sighed, "But I meant what I told him; If he wanted to act like a child about not getting his way, I wasn't going to skip prom just to baby him about it."

Luke simply chuckled softly – he'd never known anyone to challenge Michael until he met you. You were such a good match for him – you kept him grounded and he pushed you out of your comfort zone – and Luke couldn't have even invented a person more perfect for his best friend.

"Well, princess," he smiled, "How about you and I head to the dance floor?"

"Yes, please!" you chirped – happy you didn't have to beg him to dance with you that night. He laughed as you grabbed his hand, dragging him to the sidelines of where everyone else was dancing.

~

Michael's POV

"Hey, bro," Michael answered his phone when he got a call, "What's up?"

"Hey, Mike," Henry greeted his friend, "You not come tonight?" Michael could hear the songs playing in the background as Henry had only walked out into the hallway to call and check in on him.

"Nah," he replied, "You know that's not really my scene."

"I know, but Y/N seemed really excited – it's weird seeing her without you," he said. Michael sighed so softly that Henry didn't hear it as he continued. "Sorry to hear about you two, man," he mentioned, making Michael furrow his eyebrows.

"What are you talking about?" he asked.

"Well, you guys didn't come to prom together..." he trailed off, "And she's been with Luke all night... I just figured...you know...something happened between you two."

"Luke went to prom?" As far as Michael knew, Luke hadn't planned on attending the event either, so he was understandably confused to hear that he was there.

"Yeah," Henry replied with a shrug despite knowing Michael couldn't see him, "They obviously weren't each other's date or anything, but they haven't left each other's side since she got here."

"Well, we're fine," Michael stated gruffly, hoping Henry wouldn't notice the change in demeanor.

"That's good; I've always thought you were good together," he said, "Well, I just wanted to check up on you and say we all miss you here."

"Thanks, man," he replied.

"See you on Monday, Mike," Henry chirped before hanging up the call and getting back to the party. And Michael couldn't shake the image of you and Luke from his mind.

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Your POV; 30 minutes later

Michael had shown up to prom unannounced – leather jacket and all – and just randomly started chewing you out for spending the night with Luke. You simply balled the edge of his jacket in your fist and dragged him outside of the building so none of your classmates would hear you yell at him.

You'd reminded him that Luke was just as much your friend as he was his and it wasn't a crime to hang out with him when he wasn't around. Michael wasn't your mother – he couldn't tell you what to do, and you sure as hell weren't going to allow him to suggest he could control who you were friends with either. You reminded him that if he'd just swallowed his pride and left his ego at the door for a few hours, this argument wouldn't even have happened. You didn't know why he was there or why he thought it was appropriate to treat you the way he was, but you were very firm in the fact that you weren't going to stand there and take it.

The fight ended with Michael rolling his eyes and storming off – something he usually did after an argument. You huffed lightly as he turned the corner and plopped down on the concrete stairs, not realizing he'd stopped when he heard another voice.

Luke had hurried along a few feet behind you when he noticed you pulling Michael out of the room – and he knew it was wrong to eavesdrop, but he couldn't help it. But no matter the method, he'd still heard the entire thing, and he wasn't about to let you sit on the steps and cry by yourself.

"Y/N," Luke said softly, sitting down beside you and putting his hand on your back, "You okay?"

"He had to find a way to ruin my night anyway!" you exclaimed, roughly wiping the angry tears from your cheeks, "I was having a good time and then he just decided to show up and fuck everything up! It's like I'm not allowed to do anything fun without him anymore!"

"That's not true, Y/N," Luke sighed, rubbing the skin not covered by your dress gently, "You know he cares about you."

"No, he doesn't! Everything's always about him! It doesn't matter how important it is to me – if Michael doesn't want to do it, that's it!" you sniffled, "I wanted four hours without that stupid jacket and he couldn't give it to me! I've canceled weekend shopping trips with friends, I've skipped evenings I needed to study to go see movies, I've not gone to birthday parties just because he thinks my family doesn't like him – I've done everything for him! And he can't do one thing for me?!"

Luke simply sighed again, wrapping his arm the rest of the way around your shoulders and pulling you into him. You laid your head on his chest, your own arms winding around his torso and hugging him tightly. Neither of you spoke, but you weren't going to deny that the gesture made you feel better.

"Sorry," you whispered, lifting yourself back up and letting your arms fall back onto your lap, "This is the only time I'll ever see you in a suit and I'm crying all over it."

"It's okay," he laughed, bringing his hand up to wipe the remaining tears from your face, "I'll wear it again someday if you ask me to."

"Even if I want you to wear it to school?" you asked curiously.

"Only if it's your birthday," he replied without missing a beat, making you smile again. "Do you wanna go home? I can take you." You breathed out for a second as you thought about your answer. "Or we can go back inside and try to redeem the rest of your night," he shrugged. You let out a breathy chuckle.

"My night'll only be redeemed if they play (favorite song)," you said softly.

"Well then, I guess we better go tell them to put it on the list!" he announced dramatically, hopping up from his seat and holding his arm down to you. He pulled you up when you gave him your hand, making you giggle a little louder as he tugged you back toward the gym, neither of you noticing the blonde that had heard your entire conversation.

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Two weeks later

It was the Saturday before graduation and you were spending your time very productively – which meant you were spending the entire day binging your favorite show on Netflix. You'd gotten up to get snacks and go to the bathroom a couple times, but nothing really seemed out of the ordinary. Until your mom knocked on your door at about 9:30.

"Hey, Y/N," your mom said as she opened the door, "Michael's here for you."

"Cool," you grumbled, turning your gaze back to the television. You and Michael hadn't spoken much since the incident and prom – you were still together, but you were in a bit of a weird place at the moment as you thought about where to go from there.

"Honey," you heard your mom let out a breathy laugh, making you look at her again, "You should come see him." You sighed deeply, pausing your show and pushing your blanket off of your legs. "Put on some shoes!" your mom called over her shoulder as she walked away from your room.

You cocked an eyebrow in confusion but did it anyway, slipping on the first pair of shoes your eyes landed on. You walked down the stairs, looking around for Michael but not seeing him. You stepped into the living room where your mom had returned to her spot on the couch.

"He's out back," she informed you when she felt your presence, prompting you to go into the kitchen.

The blinds on the door were shut since it was already dark out but you didn't bother peeking through them before opening the door and stepping onto the back porch. You nearly lost your breath as you slowly pulled the door closed behind you, not entirely sure of what was going on.

There was an iHome set up on the table, a slow song quietly playing from the speakers. Your eyes followed the fairy lights strung along the railing, and when you reached the end of them was when your eyes landed on Michael. He was leaning against the railing with a shy expression on his face, but that wasn't what you noticed. What you noticed was the fact that his regular attire of skinny jeans and leather jacket had now been replaced by an actual suit – the one he refused to wear for prom.

"I know this would have meant a lot more to you at prom," Michael swallowed thickly, "But I'm sorry for being a prick to you." You stared at him for a moment, worrying him slightly, before finally allowing yourself to barely smile at him.

"I hardly think it's fair that now you're the one dressed up and I'm not," you whispered, making him grin in relief. He came over to you, putting his hands on your waist and pulling you into him. Your forearms moved up to his shoulders and your fingers interlocked behind his neck, and you both began swaying to the song playing on his phone.

"You still look just as beautiful," he assured you, kissing your nose. You smiled slightly before letting it fade away.

"Where's your jacket?" you mumbled.

"Left it at home," he squeezed you gently, "Figured I've already made you angry enough over it – didn't wanna bring it now and make it worse..." He relaxed when your smile returned.

"Thank you," you whispered, kissing his cheek.

"I love you, Y/N," Michael's voice broke slightly, causing him to clear his throat in response, "I know I'm not very good at showing it, but I swear I'll do better... You make me happier than I've been in a long time and I... I don't wanna lose you." One of your hands slid off of his neck and to his cheek, your thumb running back and forth on his cheekbone.

"I love you, Mikey," you promised him.

Michael leaned in to kiss your nose, but you responded by putting your lips on his instead. He let out a breathy chuckle but happily kissed you back until you pulled away to lay your head on his shoulder.

"I wish you would show people this side of you," you murmured into his suit jacket as your hand returned to the back of his neck to play with his hair, feeling him squeeze you again.

"Only person who deserves this side of me is you, kitten," he replied, pressing his lips to the side of your head.

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