#I THOUGHT IT WAS GONNA BE FLUFF

[osaemu]

reblogging to make all of u miserable so we can cry together

“c’mon, megumi. tell me what’s botherin’ ya.” satoru pouts at megumi, his arm thrown around the boy’s shoulders. you watch the scene unfold with a tense smile.

megumi was exhausted from school, training and so much more. the teenager’s patience was wearing thin. especially with satoru almost pressuring him into telling you both what’s weighing on his mind. when all he wants is to be left alone at the moment.

the tone satoru’s using to talk to megumi only pisses the high schooler off more and more. it’s fatherly. like he’s still the little child satoru took in and cared for. it pissed megumi off, along with everything else;

“you’re not my dad, so stop fucking acting like you are!”

you freeze. satoru freezes. megumi freezes. time freezes. the silence was deafening. no one was moving. your eyes flicker over to satoru’s and your heart shatters in a million pieces.

satoru’s hurt. so hurt. it’s visible and he’s not hiding it — not hiding it like he usually would behind a wide grin. his blindfold and glasses aren’t there to hide the way his face falls either.

“i know.” satoru whispers. his voice lost its cheery tone, his eyes have lost their spark. the sorcerer slowly distances himself from megumi. a bitter chuckle leaves his lips. a futile attempt to hide his shaky voice, “i know.”

all you could do is stand there in shock. megumi doesn’t know what to do after his little outburst either. and satoru. . . well, satoru is the first one out of the room. you hear his breath hitch as he walks past you. you see his eyes twitch. the strongest, in tears.

[demaparbat-hp]

Slow mornings in Ba Sing Se.

I needed something soft today, so here's a little sketch for @nerdylizj's breathtaking fic Forgetting is a kind of mercy.

[seokminfilm]

after party — choi seungcheol

PAIRING 𐂴 choi seungcheol x reader

TAGS & WARNINGS 𐂴 idol seungcheol, model reader (reader mentioned to wear dress and heels) met gala afterparty setting, kissing, boyfriend seungcheol, secret relationship, lots of cute banter, dominant seungcheol *giggles*, touching, pet names (baby), can you tell i'm still stuck on met gala scoups yet

SUMMARY 𐂴 afterparties weren't your thing, but when your boyfriend was the main attraction on the red carpet, how could you refuse him?

LYR'S SIDENOTES 𐂴 new layout to celebrate the upcoming rebranding my account is about to go through!!! ANYWAYS here is that seungcheol fic i promised 👏 met gala coups is gonna be the death of me so of COURSE i have to write about it here 🙂 this is for all the couprangs out there (and the carats who swear they aren't couprangs but act like couprangs) (<<< me) (note: the gifs are by user idobiloveu! literally one of the best hq gifs i seen of met gala scoups so far so thank you 🙏)

NOW PLAYING 𐂴 after party, don toliver

WORD COUNT 𐂴 896 FOR @kstrucknet

the slightly loud music and smell of alcohol in the air continued to remind you why you weren't a fan of afterparties.

they made you feel overwhelmed, and even now, you stood near a back wall, partially zoning in on a conversation your model friend had dragged you into while your eyes continued to drift to the entrance to the massive hall.

choi seungcheol—your boyfriend of six months, still unknown to the public—was on his way to the met gala's afterparty, and would be here any minute now. he had looked so good on the red carpet, tailored suit and sickening confidence causing your mind to wander to not-so-nice places.

seungcheol knew how bad you wanted to put your hands on him, but he had told you to wait until the afterparty, that way he could keep you out of the public eye. he was more conscious of your image than you were, but you found yourself grateful for his guidance, especially when you wanted to tear his clothes off and let the world know you were his (like now).

you begrudgingly agreed, and found yourself here, nearly wanting to slap your friend in the face for talking so much as you waited for your boyfriend's arrival.

"i'm gonna go," you're practically yelling at your friend with how loud everyone is talking, and they don't even acknowledge you, giving you one glance before going back to their conversation.

sighing, you slink away, shuffling in your constricting heels to get closer to the entrance. trying to stuff all of your dress in your arms, you bump into someone's chest, mumbling an apology before the familiar smell of your boyfriend's cologne washes over you.

"watch where you're going, baby," seungcheol chuckles lowly, hands instantly going to your dress to help you gather the tool. he's careful to shield your legs from others, pressing close to you as he smiles. "where to?"

smiling, you tilt your head to a little booth snuggled in the corner of the bustling hall. seungcheol nods, eyes instantly glued to the goal as he leads you carefully to the corner.

you can feel rows of eyes on you, but it feels good, this time around—you love having everyone know that seungcheol is yours. it makes you feel powerful, and you can't explain why.

sliding into the tiny booth with seungcheol's help, you instantly bring your hands to seungcheol's cheeks, bringing him in for a kiss as you accentuate the 'mwah' sound.

"god, you looked so good on that red carpet, cheol," you're mumbling against his lips, and he's cupping your cheeks, chuckling under you before you pull away.

"i was hoping you'd like it. i was thinking of your reaction when getting it tailored," seungcheol does that signature eyebrow raise that drives you crazy, and you can't help but giggle like a schoolgirl, biting your lip as you lean your head on seungcheol's shoulder.

"you're such a devil," you frown, and seungcheol chuckles lowly, cologne nearly sending you into a spiral as he smirks at you.

"a devil, huh? if anything, i'm devilishly handsome." seungcheol's voice is low and rich against your skin as he presses a kiss to your exposed collarbone. seungcheol's lips are warm, cherry tint staining your skin in a testament to his love for you.

you flush, giggling into your hand as seungcheol watches you with love in his eyes, staring at you like you've hung the stars in the sky. "i swear, this outfit is giving you the confidence i've never seen you have."

seungcheol laughs cutely, eyes crinkling at the corners as a dimple appears on his supple cheek. "i mean, the brand is called boss."

"and that is what you are," you smile at your boyfriend, letting your chin rest on your hand as you giggle at seungcheol's devious look. he's smiling from ear to ear, brown eyes sparkling with mirth as he adjusts his suit collar.

he looks perfect, tailored grey suit hugging his body perfectly as his bluish-grey hair falls around his face like a pretty curtain. his dark eyebrows are thick, raised at you with curiosity as he watches you quietly stare his way.

"what? do i have something on my face?" he questions jokingly, and you shake your head, smiling as you place your hand on his firm thigh.

"no, you just have a face. a very handsome face." you lean in, lips brushing seungcheol's ear as he falls silent, body clenching at your voice. his eyes have a shadow to them, and you know he's thinking of all the things he could do to you, simply settling for chuckling lightly and patting your thigh in return.

"you're driving me insane." seungcheol's voice is warm, but there's a tone of seriousness behind it as you chuckle, shrugging. "it's just like you've been doing to me all night, cheol."

"i owe you so much when we get home. you've given me the best night of my life, and i didn't even have to do anything for it." you smile, and seungcheol smiles to himself, leaning into you as he whispers in your ear, low breath tickling your insides.

"i'm going to hold you to that, baby." with the dark, rich tone of his voice, you know seungcheol means business, and who would you be if you didn't do business with him?

[keiscorner]

2:53 am

"kei." no response. you know tsukishima has to get up early for work, but the window across from your bed is open, allowing the night breeze to creep in and sting your face. you could get up yourself, but that's what husbands are for, right?

you twist around, trying to wiggle out of your husband's grasp so you can take a better look at his sleeping face. he has an arm wrapped firmly around your waist, the other supporting your neck to, in his words, 'protect his ears from your constant complaints about your sore neck in the morning'.

"honey?" you poke his cheek, smiling to yourself when he grunts in response. tsukishima has always been a light sleeper. you lay in silence for a few seconds before he finally lets out a sigh, opening his eyes to look at you.

"what do you want?"

you muster up your biggest doe eyes, knowing that he hates getting out of bed just as much as you do. "close the window for me?"

"no. you do it."

you sigh dramatically, gesturing at his arms wrapped firmly around you. "i would love to, but someone is holding me hostage, so i think you're going to have to do it."

tsukishima rolls his eyes, untangling his arms from your body. "problem solved." he holds back a smile when you frown and pull the blankets away from him, turning your back towards him. you're so cute. tsukishima would do anything you ask of him without hesitation, but he can't help but tease you a bit first. he'll never get tired of your reactions, and he loves that he can be a little snarky with you.

you sigh again, this time louder and more pointed, pretending to shiver just to show your husband how cold you really are, and how cruel he is for not helping. "if only someone could hold me right now...", you trailed off.

"ok, do you want me to help you or not?" he finally gives in, getting up to reach for his glasses. you win, as usual. you turn back to face him again with a smile as bright as sunshine, and despite all of the years you've been together, his heart still stops for a second. wow. okay, maybe he is obsessed with you, but he can't help it. you've clearly worked your magic on him, considering the fact that he's getting out of the bed for you when he has to be awake in a few hours. he goes to close the windows with a firm click, walking back to his side of bed.

"kei...since you're already up...", he looks back to see your guilty smile, an empty mug in your hands. "please? last thing, i swear." he give you a look that reads, "you're lucky i love you." (you know you're the luckiest person in the world.)

he takes your mug and you hear his quiet footsteps making their way to the kitchen. he comes back, handing you a mug full of warm water. once you take a sip, he takes the mug from you again, placing it on your nightstand.

"i poisoned that," he quips, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead before finally lying down and snaking his arms around your waist, pulling you in closer to him. the only reason he hates getting out of bed is that he has to let go of you, but he doesn't need to say that. he's sure you already know.

[joonieskinks]

happy two years on tumblr to me today!! 🥳

here’s my favorite shy boy to celebrate

simon ghost riley who is too nervous to talk to you or approach you. you’re just so naturally gorgeous and put together, he’s afraid he’ll say something wrong and scare you off. so he just continues to observe from afar. kinda feels pathetic, like he’s back in elementary school, but he can’t help it.

you’re the pretty diplomatic relations officer on the 141 team, a newer addition who helps with all the paperwork and policy. you work more with captain price, however you conduct meetings sometimes and talk to the guys here and there for their opinions.

simon ghost riley who still remembers the first day you spoke to him, everything you said, hell, the first time you so much as looked into his eyes. your gorgeous smile turned his tummy upside down and he has the stunning image of you engraved into his mind. little did he know, you thought he had the prettiest, bluest eyes you’ve ever seen.

you make excuses just to touch him too, handing papers over for him to sign and slipping your hand over his. or going to walk past him but then holding onto his arm to tell him good morning. simon thinks you do this with everyone because you’re so open and kind like that, but you save all your special attention for him only.

simon ghost riley who one day has had enough of johnny stealing your attention and asking you out right in front of him. he’s sick and tired of kyle making up the dumbest reasons to include you in physical training just to touch you and “help your form”.

enough of that shit.

so he takes things into his own hands and comes storming into your meeting with price. both of you look up rather surprised at the sudden and brooding intrusion, right in the middle of some document reviewing-

“we need to talk.” simon declares, eyes unmoving from yours, intense, desperate… if you didn’t have your understanding of him, you’d think he wanted to beat you up.

“riley, this is hardly the appropriate time, we-“

“it’s okay, captain. we’ll be quick, yeah?” you nod at simon and he immediately turns around to the hallway. you get up slowly, looking at john and he matches your “okay then” look.

simon ghost riley who is pacing, he’s cracking his fingers and playing with his belt loops. it suddenly hits him that he’s finally gonna be alone with the woman he finds absolutely irresistible. can he control himself? will he make a fool out of himself? will you reciprocate if he goes through with this? if you don’t, then what? fuck.

“simon?” you start, closing the office door behind you, leaving you two alone. “everything okay?”

he’s fawning over your big doe eyes, full of concern and empathy for him, utterly focused on him. it makes the crotch of his pants tighten and he has the strongest urge to pull you to him. he’d take you in the hallway up against the wall here if you’d let him. but he’s getting ahead of himself here.

“uh- yea. good.” he manages to stutter out. god, he’s never felt this nervous in his life. for once it feels like he truly cares what will happen to him. he cares for you, wants something with you. well, only one way to find out. no more stalling. enough of this shit.

simon ghost riley who strides towards you, taking off his mask in the process and bringing your head into his hands. he connects his lips to yours before you can protest. you just feel warmth and you lean into him. his fingers dive into your hair, deepening the kiss and he’s over the moon. you actually seem to want him too, you’re reciprocating and his nerves are eagerly replaced by thoughts of you moaning out his name as your hands move to his waist.

when you pull back for air, you’re met with Simon’s eyes glazed over by lust for you. his lips are pink, puffy and he’s still looking at yours like he’s not had his fill of them yet. “want you… ‘long time” he murmurs out before reconnecting. he’s overcome by your taste, your warmth and your fingers slipping into his pants. it makes him moan into your mouth, his hands flying to your hips, pushing you roughly up against the wall.

simon ghost riley who only raises his eyebrows as if to ask the question and you’re rapidly nodding. yes, yes, god, yes please take me.

“all yours” you whisper against his mouth, arms crossing behind his neck. the possessiveness that he tries to push down comes bubbling up and escapes his mouth with a groan.

he hoists you up, grasping your ass and your legs wrap around his waist.

“always been yours, si”

“good. ‘cus now you’re gonna be a good girl and show me.”

[poohbea]

guys… i have aunty fever.

okay but like imagine being married to or dating sukuna, right? and the first time he introduces you to baby/toddler yuuji he becomes your best friend. never wants to leave your arms, always loves cuddles, will be your shadow while you’re doing things round the house. you’re attached at the hip from that very first moment.

and kuna both loves and hates it 😭. loves it mostly because he doesn’t have to deal with yuuji’s shenanigans all day. hates it because whenever he tries to kiss you or offer any sort of affection, yuuji comes running to put himself between you both with the grumpiest frown ever 🤣. he’ll mumble out something like “no, my aunty.” and hug your leg while trying to push his uncle away.

it’s a constant battle, especially because yuuji takes up all of kuna’s you-time 😂. watching a movie? yuuji’s there using your lap as a headrest. taking a nap? yuuji’s nestled right up against your chest. cooking in the kitchen? you’ve got yuuji perched on your hip or up in the baby wrap/baby sling. and kuna would swear up and down that yuuji — the sweet darling angel that he is — knows exactly what he’s doing. swears that he’s got some sinister plan to steal you away — he’s joking, mostly.

he should honestly be blaming himself because he’s been terrorising his nephew since he was born. his latest stunt? he found an old halloween mask that’d been sitting in the back of y’all’s closet since last year, put it on and decided to chase yuuji around the house with it.

“i’m gonna eat you!” is what you hear before a very distressed little human comes sprinting around the corner screaming, his uncle in tow. and so yuuji races to hide behind you, arms hooking between your legs for safety even as he’s still crying. but still kuna tries to reach for him and so you have to step in and unmask your monster of a man to save your hearing.

i think the other thing is how much you spoil yuuji. like cute little aunty (uncle can come too) and nephew dates. you’d be twinning with your outfits sometimes. go out to the zoo. the park. ice cream. the beach. the aquarium. sometimes kuna questions who’s child that really is — yours or his brother’s? — with how much time the two of you spend together.

it probably secretly gives him baby fever. if you’re this good with his nephew then he can only imagine how it would all go with a baby of your own.

he wants to see it one day. when you’re both ready.

[nonranghaes]

the last thing you expect to see this late in the evening is chris with a bouquet of flowers in his arms. he's dressed casually, sweats and baseball hat and all, but the bouquet was clearly carefully put together by whatever florist he found. knowing chris, he probably "knows someone" he could convince to put this together for you at the last second. you haven't been dating long (six months in a week and a half), but you know that chris seems to know everyone.

"... what are you doing here?"

"you told me no one's ever bought you flowers before," he says, rocking on his heels. "and... you said you like big gestures, so..." he holds them out toward you, his cheeks and the tips of his ears turning redder by the second. "... i really, really like you. a lot." but you know what he means: i won't say love until you say love, because that's what we talked about. it means the world to you, really.

but the sappy look on his face is enough to make you laugh, so entirely endeared at how bashful this silly, sweet dork is, and you accept the flowers. "why don't you just... come in?" you nod toward your living room. "i don't think you can stay the night this time, but i wouldn't mind some company while i game." your face is growing warmer as you take a tiny step back. "if you want to stay, i mean--"

he does. and he doesn't complain when he ends up sleeping on your couch that night, smiling like an idiot to himself. i love you, too, is what he wants to say when you insist he stays the night anyway, when you kiss him goodnight and tell him you'll make breakfast for both of you in the morning, when you tell him to sleep well.

you don't have to say it until you're ready... but chris knows where you stand. and until you are ready to say those three words to him, he'll keep saying it in gestures that scream it to anyone listening. just so you know where he stands, too.

[baisemains]

Elements of Desire

Chapter 2: Something’s Brewing

single mom!sevika x fem!reader

word count: 2.6k

contains: alcohol, mention of past relationship trauma, mostly fluff though

description: halloween brings you more treats than tricks.

ao3 link | spotify playlist

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A week goes by and you’ve yet to hear from Sevika, by email or text, and you’ve pretty much given up on the situation.

You’ve even asked Powder if she knows anything but all you get is a sad smile and “Nothing yet, miss.”

It’s finally Halloween, so you try to put it out of your head and enjoy the holiday, it’s your favorite and you always give your classes a pass that day.

The day passes quickly, you let the kids watch movies and exchange candy they brought, some even bringing enough treats for their entire class.

That night, you’re passing out candy with your housemates, a yearly tradition while the rest of your friends are over, drinking and hanging out.

Everyone's already a few drinks in, and the doorbell rings for the umpteenth time and you pass off the candy bowl to your friend at the front door, telling her you'll be right back.

You head to the bathroom and when you’re done, you check yourself in the mirror, happy with your costume choice and fixing your shirt when you hear the doorbell ring again.

With a hum, you make your way to the front door to grab the bowl again, opening the door when you're suddenly met with a familiar face.

"Powder?"

You barely have to time to register that she’s standing in front of you when you feel something push past you into your house.

Looking down, you see a little girl about eight years old waltzing into your front room, glancing around like she belongs there.

“Isha, get back here!”

Hearing a voice you recognize, you turn back to the front door just in time to see Sevika brushing past you, placing her hands on your waist to gently move you out of the way.

She quickly runs after the little girl and grabs her by the shirt, walking her back out to your porch and pinching the bridge of her nose.

Still not fully processing what just happened, you stand there blinking, body hot where Sevika’s hands were just touching you.

“I am so sorry about that, she’s stubborn about boundaries and not entering stranger’s homes,” Sevika sighs.

“That’s the fourth time tonight.”

At this point, a line starts to form so your housemate is standing on the other side of the doorway handing out candy as fast as she can to get them on their way.

You barely register them as you subtly check Sevika out, her costume making it extremely difficult.

She’s dressed up as a cowboy, and it’s taking everything in you not to stare too long.

A large black stetson sits atop her head, the wide brim shading most of her face from the porch lights, besides the strip of her face you can make out around the edges.

Her dark blue plaid dress shirt is unbuttoned just enough to see the top of her cleavage, tucked into a pair of black bootcut jeans that are covering some worn cowboy boots. Her black leather gloves cling to her like a second skin, and you can see her hands flexing at her sides.

You let your eyes roam back to her face, feeling your mouth dry up.

Sevika turns to you, an apologetic look on her face accompanied by her signature furrowed brow, when her eyes widen and start to roam over your body.

Her gaze lingers on you, taking in the view until her eyes land on your face again, eyebrows raising at the smile you try to hide.

"You, uh—"

Coughing into her hand, Sevika looks over her shoulder and yells for Isha to come over before turning back to you and gesturing over your body.

"Nice costume...You going to a party or somethin’?"

You feel a bit proud and maybe even flattered knowing that you were able to fluster Sevika, and you lean against the doorframe, crossing your legs.

"Thanks, it's uh-"

You clear your throat and wave a hand in the general direction of your clothes.

"It's a character from my favorite show."

Your cheeks start to burn, and you can't tell if it's from the alcohol or from Sevika's gaze.

"And nah, just the usual Halloween party with my roommates and some friends. No big deal."

You shrug, gently chewing on your bottom lip.

"What about you guys, how’s trick or treating in this neighborhood?"

Making sure to look at all three of them when you say that, Powder lights up and starts telling you how their night has been, and you notice your previous intruder is quiet.

Glancing at Sevika, you lean in to ask her something.

“Hey, is Isha okay? She hasn’t said anything since you guys got here.”

Sevika’s mouth twists as she answers you.

“Oh, um…she’s nonverbal.”

You feel like face palming yourself for being so insensitive but instead you nod and ask if she signs.

When Sevika tells you yes, you light up and tune back in to Powder’s story, laughing as she says something about getting full size candy bars for the first time.

Looking at Isha, you sign and ask what her favorite candy is.

She blinks at you and glances over at Sevika, who looks equally surprised but smiles and nods at her to answer your question.

Isha smiles when she realizes you can sign, her face taking on a shy grin at having your attention and at being included, which makes your heart melt.

"Reese cups!" She signs, her face lighting up at being able to communicate with you without having to rely on someone else and you grin back at her.

You notice Sevika watching the two of you out of the corner of your eye, her eyes flicking between Isha and your signing.

You continue talking to the girls, signing and laughing at their stories and jokes, and Sevika lets them take the lead for a couple more minutes before gently interrupting.

“Alright girls, we’ve gotta keep going. We’re on a schedule here,” she tells you apologetically, ruffling Isha’s hair.

“Say goodbye, we don’t wanna be too late.”

Isha pouts but waves at you before taking Sevika’s hand in hers, Powder still glued to their side, waving to you as well.

You move to close the door before you feel a hand gently holding it open.

“Actually, there was one more thing.”

Sevika is standing there, rubbing a hand on her neck, looking a little nervous.

“I’ve been thinking about it, and…I decided to let Powder enter the science fair.”

Your eyes widen slightly in shock, you had thought by now that she had decided against it so you were pleasantly surprised.

Powder apparently hadn’t known her answer either because she threw herself into Sevika’s side, engulfing her in a hug and almost toppling her over at the same time.

“Oh my god, thank you, thank you, thank you!”

You laugh at the interaction even more when Isha hugs Powder, clearly wanting to be part of the moment.

When they separate, you smile at Sevika and reach your hand out for a handshake, much like your first meeting.

She shakes your hand and you savor the feeling of her palm in yours.

Her eyes bore into you as you say, "That's wonderful, Powder's gonna do great, I know it."

You let your hand linger until Sevika slowly pulls hers back, leaving you feeling a bit cold without the touch.

She clears her throat and jerks her head towards her daughters, still clinging to her side.

"Well um…we better get to the next house."

You nod and say your goodbyes, reluctantly closing the door as the three of them walk down the porch steps.

You lean your head back against the door as you close your eyes and sigh, the alcohol from earlier settling in again as you replay the entire interaction in your head.

A few seconds later, you open your eyes to see your roommate staring at you with a gleam in her eye.

"So…”

She smirks, crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow.

“Was that the mom you were telling us about? Your jaw was almost on the floor.”

You feel your face warming up, knowing you’ve definitely been caught, and you walk over to the couch to take a seat.

"Yeah…" you laugh, unable to form any words when you think about Sevika’s eyes glued to you.

“She’s hot.”

Your friend nods her head, having also appreciated the view.

A whistle from opposite you has you looking up, seeing that your other housemate has stopped her conversation and joined the group.

Rolling your eyes, you lean your head back again and cover your face with your hands.

You let out a groan and let your hands drop to your sides as you sit up.

“It doesn’t matter though, she’s Powder’s mom, that would be so inappropriate.”

“Oh come on,” your friend whines. “You don’t want to bag the hot mom of one of your students?”

You grimace, smacking her with a pillow.

“No, I don’t want to bag a parent, what’s wrong with you?”

She cackles at that, taking a sip of her drink.

“You’re telling me that if she asked you out, you’d turn her down? Girl, please.”

You can’t deny that, so you try to change the subject.

“That would never happen, so it doesn’t matter! She’s probably not even single anyway, you saw her.”

She grins in response, leaning forward and wiggling her eyebrows.

“Oh I did see her, that’s why I’m betting she’s single. She was checking you out just as hard as you were checking her out, dude. You’re just too much in teacher mode to make a move.”

You huff at that, rolling your eyes at her but knowing she’s not entirely wrong.

You think back to the way Sevika’s eyes slowly raked over your body, the way they lingered longer than necessary to take in your costume, and how you did the same.

“I could lose my job.”

Both your friends burst out laughing at your statement, even you didn’t believe that.

“No one is gonna give you a hard time, I promise, you’re not doing anything illegal, and she’d be the one asking you out.”

You look down and start picking at the skin of your cuticles, suddenly shy.

Seeing your change in demeanor, one of your friends comes and sits down next to you, nudging your shoulder with hers.

“What’s up? Why are you so against believing this chick might be into you?”

“It’s not that I’m against it, I’m just being realistic. No one’s beating down the door to take me out.”

Your friend slaps you lightly on the thigh, her expression hardening.

“Dude, what are you talking about? Anyone would be lucky to date you, you’ve just got no confidence because your ex was a dickhead.”

You bite the inside of your cheek.

The break up with your ex had really messed with your self confidence, it’s been a constant process of trying to get it back, and most of the time failing.

At this point you’ve got a bit of a complex, always doubting someone’s intentions if they flirt with you, wondering if they’re just trying to use you.

“I don’t know, I guess I’m just still messed up about it.”

Your friend puts a hand on your thigh and squeezes, tilting her head so she’s in your line of sight.

“I get it, she was a huge bitch, but not everybody’s like that, okay? You’re a catch, and I’m gonna keep saying it until you believe me and get out there and start dating again.”

You huff again, turning your head to look at her and smiling softly.

“Thanks dude, I know I just need to get out of my head and start putting myself out there more.”

“Wait, that’s the first time you’ve actually agreed with me. I hope this means you’re gonna start doing it, which better include that sexy mom, by the way.”

You push her off the couch, a smirk on your face.

“Alright fine, you win. It’s a maybe for her.”

Both your friends squeal in excitement, now satisfied that you’ve entertained their ridiculous fantasies.

With the attention off of you, you let the thought of pursuing Sevika run through your mind, a small flutter starting up in your stomach at the idea of it actually being possible.

She was extremely attractive, obviously, but trying to picture it, you don’t know if it would ever work out.

Putting that out of your head, you follow the two girls into the kitchen and grab another drink, deciding to enjoy the rest of your night with your friends.

Unbeknownst to you, Sevika is at home in a similar situation.

After getting home with the girls and making sure they were both bathed and tucked in, she’s sitting in the living room with some jazz emanating from her record player and a drink in hand.

Taking a small sip, she closes her eyes and leans her head on the wall behind her, thoughts drifting to the events of the day, eventually landing on you.

At first, your costume was what got her attention, she won’t lie, you looked…good.

She’d thought you were attractive during the parent/teacher conference, but she had been there for more important reasons so she didn’t dwell on it past that night.

But once she saw how you interacted with her girls, especially how you were signing with Isha and including her in the conversation, she’d felt something else, something softer.

Endearment? Affection, maybe?

Isha usually had a bit of trouble making friends, she was shy, and people reacted strangely to her not talking, so to see how easily she took to you affected her a lot.

Sevika smiles into her glass as she thinks about how warmly you welcomed them.

Definitely endearment.

She thinks about how none of the women she dated in the last few years cared that much, barely wanting to get to know them at all, and so Sevika had kicked them all to the curb.

Her daughters were her number one priority, and somewhere along the way, she’d forgotten that meeting someone who also cared about her kids was possible.

Meeting someone, what is she talking about.

You’re Powder’s teacher, not someone she met at the grocery store.

She shakes her head, clearing her mind of those thoughts.

Sevika sighs and finishes her drink, rubbing her temple as she tries to think about anything but you.

Deciding that was her cue to head to bed, she sets her glass in the sink and makes her way to her bedroom.

She strips down to nothing and puts on a pair of sweatpants and a loose white tee, heading into her attached bathroom to do her nightly routine.

As she does her skincare, she thinks about how Vi, her oldest, took her shopping a couple years ago and told her she needed to start taking better care of her skin or she “wouldn’t be a MILF anymore.”

Laughing at the memory, she brushes her teeth and turns off the light, walking to her bed.

Slipping between the sheets, she settles in and grabs the book off her nightstand, setting her reading glasses on her nose as she leans her head back against the pillows.

She’s only a few pages into the autobiography when she finds her eyelids getting heavy, the day’s events starting to wear her down faster than she’d anticipated.

Sevika slips her bookmark in and sets the book aside, turning off the lamp as her eyes flutter shut and she drifts off to sleep, thoughts on one certain teacher.

[sweetestcaptainhughes]

Please enjoy my random unhinged thoughts about Jack Hughes and both of you craving comfort with his recent injury. Ignore the shitty formatting I’m typing this one my phone.

Jack being home, sitting on the couch, sling on his left arm. No one can give him answers, which ultimately means you know nothing. It’s stressing you both out, the not knowing. But when you come home and see him on the couch looking so defeated watching his team on the ice in Dallas. A little part of your heart breaks for him.

You know it’s not going to help him, watching that game. It will only lead to him further fixating on how the outcome could have been different if he was there - on the ice - with his teammates. Not to mention it’s making your anxiety raise.

Slowly calling out his name, “J. Baby” you try to coo hoping the soft tone brings your better luck. Slowly making your way over to him, sitting next to him. Immediately your head goes to the crock of his neck, leaving a small trail wet kisses, spending extra time on that one spot that always has him cursing a little under his breath.

“Y/N.” he tries to make his tone stern. “Can we do this later? I’m trying to watch.”

“I know. But it’s not going to make you feel better.” You try to argue, you both know you’re right. Well Jack knows you’re right, but that doesn’t mean he wants to admit it.

“Y/N.”

Removing your head quickly, careful of his injury you move your leg so your straddling his lap. Looking down you start to fidget with all his little rubber bracelets. “Jack. Can we talk about it yet?” Finally, mentioning the elephant in the room. He’s refused to talk about what happened 2 nights ago, and it’s really scaring the shit outta you.

“Sweetheart.” he whispers, slowly being his pointer finger under your chin so you’re making eye contact. “I’m okay.” although you’re not sure if he’s saying it more for you or him.

“You didn’t get up.” Your voice cracks, you can feel the tears in your eyes, threatening to break. His brows frown, as if he doesn’t know what you’re talking about. “I don’t to the trainers, they said you were knocked unconscious for a few seconds. Watching it from here, I- I’ve never been more scared. I thought - I thought.” Your voice cracked, and the tears slowly started going down your cheeks despite trying so hard not to cry.

“Hey. Hey.” Using his good hand, the pad of his thumb to wipe tears away. “I’m here. Okay. Come here.” Slowly pulling you closer to him, although there isn’t much room to go. “Want snuggles babygirl?” He asks, as he tightens his grip already.

“Closer” you beg.

“Baby, you can’t get closer.” He chuckles, but then he understands what you’re asking you as you try to claw at the top of his sweats.

“Closer.” You get again.

“You wanna feel full? Huh is that it? Will that make you feel better?” His voice an octave deeper than before, all you do is whimper. “Need me to fill you up, help take your mind off it all.”

“Hmmm.” Still clawing at his pants but he keeps stopping you with the edge of his hand that’s in his sling.

“Come on baby. I know you wanna be a good girl fa’ me. And good girls use their words.”

“Please J. I need you.” He doesn’t need to be told twice, as he lifts his hips and lets you take him out. Usually he would finger you, to help with the stretch but before he could even try, you lowed yourself down, gasping at the burning feeling.

“Fuck you’re so tight.” Jack lazily thrusted into you. But you both knew this wasn’t about being horny. Both of you, for whatever reason just needed to feel connected, to make you guys feel in control of something in the big mess of unknowns that happened in the last few days due to his fall into the boards.

[sidethatyoudontknow]

In the middle of all this 457 chaos there's me that lowkey ships junho and the salesman/ the recruiter/ddakji guy or whatever you're calling him

I mean have you look at them, imagine the banter we could've got

Like there's junho, a detective who's been trying to find his brother only to be led up to a brutal kids game competition in some sketchy island and also finds out the person who controls the said game is his very own brother that he's been searching for a long time that is also a previous winner in the game

And then there's the salesman (some people call him ddakji or dak ho) who's been trained to kill, to see people that played the games is lower than him like a trash since he was a teenager probably, who doesn't even know the purpose of life anymore, a literal mess, a maniac. That's also probably the one that recruit junho's brother into playing the games(a theory not sure if that would makes sense)

Just imagine that, I could write a few headcanons if anyone interested

And yes yes I know they didn't even interacted once for SHIT(and the only time they ever see one another was when one of them already died and the one died never also see him or does he?)

[kokokoula]

Heeello, how r u? I hope u r doing well ^^

This is an emergency request soo pleaseee write it asap 🙏🏽

Its abt tsukishima kei’s gf who’s very stressed out abt her final exams that she forgets to take care of herself

a/n: i wish you all the best for your exams!! i hope this will be comforting in some ways. i fr tried my best to finish and make sure it still seems alright. just some headcanons on it:

tsukishima leaves a cup of either hot or cold water, whichever you prefer, beside you on the table as you study, and he refills it when he sees it empty.

it doesn't matter if his final exams are around the corner too, and as much as he believes his studies are important, he prioritises you over it.

if he notices that the water level hasn't changed after some time, he slides it over till it's right in your line of sight. "drink, pipsqueak."

if you tell him "later", he'd drags you away from your work by the chair leg and shoves the cup into your hands.

he leaves you alone once you drink at least half the cup of water, but not without a kiss on the top of your head and a squeeze on your shoulder before heading to refill it.

it's harder to get you to eat food though, let alone actual meals, so he resorts to leaving you comfort food or something filling alongside with the cup of water next to you.

if you refuse to eat, he'll again pull you aside to eat, and in some extremely rare times, begrudgingly feeds you himself.

"the things i do for you." "don't do it then, i didn't ask you to." "...no."

you two share earpieces with one of his many playlists running.

he likes to rest a hand on your thigh when he's studying, only pulling away if he really needs to use it, but be assured it always returns back to its place.

everyone knows tsukishima is ruthless as a tutor, with his impatience and all, and it's not like he bothers to change. he doesn't aspire to be a teacher anyways. but for you, he tries to be nicer.

"not so dumb now, are we?" and his signature smirk.

when he takes a break from his books and notes, he makes you take one with him too. it's not optional.

"you've been studying for the past few hours already. study any more and you'll actually self destruct."

he either pulls you by the wrist or distracts you with a kiss. you obviously prefer the latter.

wait wait wait imagine him standing behind your chair and he tilts your head up by the chin (albeit roughly knowing you and your stubborn ass) and kisses you YKYK

ok but continuing on, he pulls you to his bed and just cuddles with you, with the earpieces still on.

you'll rant to him as he plays with your hair in silence, with a bit of input here and there.

if you breakdown from the stress, he's there holding your face in his hands and wiping away your tears with his thumbs, placing a few butterfly kisses on your forehead, your cheeks and your nose, again in silence.

he doesn't know what to say during these times, and sometimes, he doesn't have to. his actions are enough.

[mentalmeles]

Memory of a Kiss

Pairing: Stucky (Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes)

Word count: 2.5k

......We all knew it was a matter of time before I did this.

I can't write multi chapter stuff, but I can write small one shots, so!! Have this short one shot of Bucky regaining a memory while recovering under Steve's care.

When does this take place? Who's to say? I don't know and it doesn't matter. Regardless, please enjoy my silly lil thoughts about these two old men uwu

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“We…” Bucky begins, his brows knitted in concentration. “We used to k-k-k-kiss.”

He doesn’t say it like a question, but Bucky’s eyes are big and curious. Suddenly, there’s a lump in Steve’s throat and he has to blink several times to stop the burning sensation building in his eyes. Taking a shaky breath, he nods.

“Y-Yeah. Yeah, Buck. We did.”

Bucky had recently began to regain some of his memories from before. It’s still slow going, but Steve can see him fighting so hard every day for the chance to remember something—anything from the years Hydra took from him. Most days it’s hard, leaving Bucky even more disoriented and confused than usual at best or screaming his throat raw for hours and hours at worst. And this is all on top of everything else he has to deal with.

He can’t talk much, his sentences short and decorated with a stutter that simply refuses to leave. He has tremors, trouble sleeping and eating, and is extremely paranoid. Steve still doesn’t know how he does it, but he swears that Bucky always has at least one or two knives on his person at all times. And, of course, there was also that time last week when Bucky suddenly had a seizure when they tried to watch a movie together. Despite everything he’s seen and done up till now, Steve had never been so scared in his entire life.

Thankfully, however, this memory recall seems to be anything but bad. Bucky’s eyes are clear and lucid. His posture is open and he looks calm, if not a bit timid. Still, Steve had somehow never braced himself for Bucky remembering...well. Them.

Clearing his throat, he tries his best to explain. “We, uh… We first started doing stuff like that when we were kids. It was nice for a while, but you ended up calling it off. There was some...unwanted attention and you didn’t want to put me at risk like that. Then, when the war came, we started it back up. Neither of us really talked about it. It just kind of happened. We never got around to giving what we had a name, though. We got close, but...” Steve pauses then, memories of the unforgiving cold and the sound of a train suddenly flashing through his mind. “...We got close.”

Bucky seems to consider this, his eyes focusing on the dresser just behind Steve. Both of them stay like that for a moment, memories of their past lives quietly replaying between them. The quiet is then broken when Bucky looks back at Steve.

“Can we… Can we kiss now?”

Steve lightly gasps at that, his heart skipping a beat or two. Despite how long it’s been since Steve took Bucky in, they haven’t done anything like that yet. It’d be their first kiss since the war.

Since the day Bucky fell.

Steve is unable to stop the tears from gathering in his eyes this time as he nods. “Yeah. Sure we can.”

Bucky nods, setting his jaw and becoming mission focused. Steve remains where he is, letting Bucky take the lead. Slowly, Bucky closes the gap between them. He reaches out, brushing his fingers along Steve’s forearm uncertainly. His eyes flicker up to meet Steve’s, as if asking for permission. Steve nods and takes Bucky’s hand into his own, rubbing gentle circles into the back of it. Soon enough, they’re so close that their chests are nearly touching. Steve’s breath quickens, matching the pounding of his heart. If it beat any harder, he was certain it would burst. Bucky’s breathing becomes faster as well and he almost seems like he’s going to change his mind about the whole thing, before he closes his eyes and meets Steve’s lips with his.

The kiss is slow and careful, Bucky’s lips barely brushing against Steve’s before he quickly pulls away. Steve remains still and silent, watching as a conflict flickers upon Bucky’s face. After a short moment, the light in Bucky’s eyes dims and his expression becomes vacant. Vaguely, Steve wonders if Bucky is going to lash out, but he immediately scolds himself for it. If the Soldier wants to make an appearance, Steve will handle it. But, until that happens, he’s going to put his trust in Bucky.

So, he patiently waits. Bucky continues to stare at him, his body as rigid as a statue, before he suddenly turns on his heel and goes straight to the window. Without a word, he opens it and crawls right out, leaving Steve standing in the middle of his bedroom alone. Unexpectedly, the sight of it brings forth another memory. 

Bucky had shown up one night while Steve’s ma was working, waking him up by knocking on his window from the fire escape. Once he’d turned on the light and let him inside, it didn’t take Steve long to realize that Bucky was drunk. It was a while before he got the story out of him, but Bucky finally told Steve that he got stood up by his date. So, his seventeen year old mind had told him the solution to his wounded feelings was to simply drink them away. At least, that was before he realized that his mother would kill him for coming home in such a state.

“Just until the morning, Stevie. Let me sleep this off and then I’ll get outta your hair.”

“Sure, Buck. But you’re drinking some water first.”

As Steve got him a glass, Bucky all but fell onto his bed and began to mumble things the blond couldn’t make out. By the time he’d returned to Bucky, he found him with his arm draped over his eyes, as if he was trying to block everything out. He gently nudged his arm with the glass.

“Here, ace. This’ll help.”

Instead of taking the water, however, Bucky just kept on mumbling his thoughts out loud. “I just don’t get it,” he slurred. “I try and I try and yet I can’t get it right. Can’t get nothin’ right. ‘M not good at this, Stevie. ‘M not good at any of this.”

Steve felt his lips form a line. He’d never heard Bucky talking about himself like that before. His friend had always seemed so confident and carefree. He was every Brooklyn girl’s dream guy, after all, and there was no mystery as to why that was. Bucky was kind, polite, and treated every girl he went out with like they were worth a million bucks. So, when Steve heard him say that he wasn’t good at any of it, it threw him for a bit of a loop.

“C’mon, Buck. Don’t talk like that. It’s just one bad date, that’s all.”

Steve then spared a moment to think how funny it was that he was the one giving dating advice. As if he had any idea what he was talking about. Oh, sure, he’d been on dates before, but none of them had ended well. For one thing, they were all double dates that Bucky had set up, so Steve always ended up being an unfortunate surprise to the second girl. He was a poor consolation prize in comparison to Bucky and everyone knew it. And then there was the fact that he hadn’t liked any of those girls himself. 

For, despite all of his attempts, Steve had always had eyes for one person in his life…

Steve’s thoughts were then interrupted by Bucky shaking his head fitfully. “Not jus’ one. None of ‘em were right. Felt so wrong, every single one.”

Now that was just crazy talk. Bucky always gushed to Steve about how well his dates went. The alcohol must’ve been getting to him more than Steve realized.

“I think you’re getting your thoughts mixed up, pal.”

But Bucky had simply shook his head again. “No, ‘m not. Those dames don’t compare…don’t compare to you.”

That was when Steve had immediately froze. For a moment, he’d been sure his heart had stopped. Of all the things he’d expected Bucky to say, that hadn’t been one of them. He opened his mouth to speak, but it felt like his tongue had been replaced with cotton.

“What?” He heard himself say.

Bucky then removed his arm from his eyes and stared at Steve. Despite the flush of his cheeks and his slurred speech, his eyes seemed clear and focused.

“Said none of em compare to you. You always…” Bucky then trailed off, seemingly losing his words. Instead, he slowly sat up and took one of Steve’s hands into his own. Steve said nothing and allowed it to happen.

“You always making me lose my damn mind,” Bucky finished, rubbing his thumb back and forth across the back of Steve’s hand all the while.

“You—“ Steve swallowed hard and cleared his throat. “You mean it?”

“Want me to prove it?”

Bucky’s voice had dropped a bit and Steve suddenly realized that his friend’s eyes were drifting down to his lips. Steve licked them and tried to remember how to breathe. Before he could chicken out, he’d simply nodded.

“Yeah.”

Then, like a dream, Bucky raised his hand and tenderly cupped the side of Steve’s face. Steve had felt his heart beating hard in his chest as it roared in his ears. His eyes kept flicking down to Bucky’s lips as they drew closer and closer. And then finally, wonderfully, they kissed.

In that moment, the stars could’ve fallen from the sky and shattered Brooklyn to bits and it wouldn’t have mattered. To Steve, that moment was more precious than anyone or anything else in the world, let alone the stars. It was gentle and sweet and his insides felt like warm honey. Bucky’s strong arms had moved to wrap around him fully and Steve had never felt more secure.

“Buck…” Steve gasped once they stopped to breathe.

Bucky was smiling so big he was nearly squinting, his cheeks dusted with a rosy color. “Wanted to do that for so long…” He laughed.

They kissed again and again, laughing and smiling all the while. It was like a little piece of heaven had been created, right there in Steve’s tiny bedroom. Although he’d never drank in his life, he figured this is what it must’ve felt like to get drunk. He’d have to ask Bucky when he sobered up, he vaguely thought.

The glorious moment was then shattered by the sound of the front door being unlocked. Steve’s heart had instantly plummeted to his stomach. 

His ma. 

Whipping his head back to Bucky, he saw his own panic mirrored on his face. Immediately, the two had scrambled away from each other. Bucky then made a beeline for the window and, without sparing a glance back towards Steve, crawled right out onto the fire escape. Steve managed to shut it just as his ma walked in.

“Steven?” She called softly, surely noticing that his light was still on. “You still awake, love?”

Desperately trying his best to seem as normal as possible, Steve had stepped out into the living room to greet her. She looked tired, like she always did at the end of a long shift, but she didn’t seem to notice anything different about him. Instead, she closed the distance between them and, after brushing his hair away from his face, gave him a kiss on his forehead in greeting, just like always.

“What are you doing up? Are you feeling alright?” She asked gently, placing the back of her hand on both cheeks.

“I’m fine, ma. Just couldn’t sleep, is all.” He shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant.

She then gave him one of her signature looks. The one that lovingly said ‘what am I going to do with you?’ “You better try,” she said. “It’s late. I don’t want you to get sick again.”

Steve nodded, grateful for the opportunity to slip away.

As he laid awake in bed that night, Steve kept replaying that moment he and Bucky had shared over and over again in his mind. Part of him vaguely wondered if it had been a dream. It certainly felt like a dream, one that had been plucked from his own mind and given life. He tentatively ran his fingertips over his lips, still tasting the remnants of alcohol and Bucky on them. No, it certainly hadn’t been a dream.

Before he finally drifted off, Steve suddenly couldn’t help but chuckle. Confident and carefree Bucky Barnes must’ve been really spooked to have escaped out Steve’s window the way he did. He should’ve known better than anyone that, after all these years, Steve’s ma wouldn’t have suspected a thing about him being over that late.

The memory is what probably stops Steve from feeling rejected or upset at Bucky’s sudden departure. If anything, it does the opposite. His face is warm and he can’t seem to wipe the smile off his face.

After that night so many years ago, it had taken Bucky a day or two to show his face to Steve again. As Steve had suspected, he’d been so embarrassed that his ma had walked in, but he’d also been scared. He said that he’d been worried their kiss would turn out to be nothing but a figment of his drunken mind.

Now, Bucky has a lot more to worry about than having one too many drinks when it comes to memory displacement. He’s not sure when Bucky will return, but he’s certain that he will. So, Steve decides to wait for him.

It turns out he doesn’t have to wait very long.

Bucky returns that very night, crawling through the same window he left through and just as silent. The sight of him makes Steve immediately put away the book he was reading.

“Hey, Buck,” Steve greets, sitting up.

Bucky says nothing, but gives a small nod.

“You feeling okay?”

“Y-Y-Y-Yes,” he says. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to leave like that.”

Steve shakes his head. “No, no. It’s okay. I understand.”

Bucky nods again and silence befalls the pair once more. A short moment passes before Steve shuffles a bit so that there’s room on the bed beside him. He gently pats the space, inviting Bucky to sit with him. For a bit it seems like Bucky is going to decline, but then he wordlessly walks over to the bed and joins him. They sit together for a few minutes, the silence still present, but companionable.

“Was it...okay?” Bucky whispers.

“Yes,” Steve answers quickly. “It was definitely okay. Did you like it? How did it make you feel?”

“M-M-Made me feel...good. I liked it.”

Steve swells with warmth at that and he feels his smile creeping back upon his lips. “That’s great, Buck.” He pauses before continuing. “But you know you don’t have to push yourself just for my sake. I’m okay with taking things slow.”

Bucky inhales and exhales softly. “I know. Just… Want to remember. Want to f-f-f-feel good again.”

“I know,” Steve says, feeling so unbearably fond. “And you will.”

“Promise?” Bucky whispers and Steve is surprised to feel his fingers lightly brush against his.

He smiles fully then and gently interlocks his pinky with Bucky’s. Bucky looks down at them, looking a little surprised. He doesn’t pull away though, instead looking up at Steve with that curious flicker in his eyes. There’s something else in his eyes too and, with a sense of joy, Steve realizes it’s love. Tentative and small, but there.

“I promise,” Steve whispers back.

[hopeluna-archived]

Personal headcanon that the HOL household is very careful about going too far with bullying Mammon ever since MC snapped at all of them and was oh so close to making their life a living hell (pun intended)

It doesn't even matter if MC is there or not, you insult Mammon, here just sign your death sentence.

[akagi0021]

fuck you (hualians ur kazuscara)

[fastboatsmojito]

Frank castle finding one of your plushies left over at his place and sending u pics like this with it everywhere he goes throughout the day </3

[mapsthewanderer]

Maps rambles - listen, Caleb’s a moaning biter hear me out

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I’m serious. Caleb’s a moaning biter—no way around it. You think he’s just gonna sit there all stoic when he’s wrecked? No. When he’s not biting you, he’s sinking his teeth into something. That necklace? That thing’s seen action—caught between his teeth more than once when the moans threatened to slip.

If there’s nothing nearby—no pillow, no sleeve, no shoulder—he’ll bite his own knuckles. His lip. Nearly split the damn thing open once while giving backshots like a man possessed. Just gritted his teeth and kept going, wrecked groans slipping out between stuttering hips, his lip caught so hard between his teeth it left a mark for days. Good thing he looks stupid cute with a bandaid, even if the placement made people stare, but fuck if he cares

Because it’s either that or he moans like he’s coming apart at the seams. And some nights, he does. Bites down and moans, like he’s losing a war with his own mecha body.

It helps, doesn’t it—being rewired a little wrong like that? When he’s got his fist jammed between his teeth, biting so hard his knuckles bloom red. When the pressure leaves tiny crescent moons of blood, when the copper taste lingers long after. And who knows? Maybe that’s why he does it…

Because it’s just too much, too good, too you.

Because you wreck him. Every time. And Caleb wants to feel it—wants to leave marked, ruined proof that it wasn’t a dream. That he had you. That you had him.

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Just a lil thought(: