#It's a little love letter for her💕💌

[celibibratty]

~Mine love for you🌸💕

[randomwriting]

Love Letters I Won’t Send

Pairing: James Potter x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.1K

Summary: In the midst of summertime heat and breakdowns, you find yourself falling in love with all the people around you. (some, more than others.)

A/N 💌: I intend to make this a series, haven’t decided if I should make it fully Poly!Marauders x Reader or not yet, so let me know what you think!

Also this is my first fic ever so kindness & reblogs are sincerely appreciated 💕

Beneath the annoyance permeating the halls of Hogwarts, and infesting every common room but the ones conveniently hidden under wonderfully cool lakes, (an amenity you were not jealous of at all), there was an amazingly rare heat wave sweeping over the entirety of scotland. You had to admit, the timing could not have been worse.

The unrelenting heat was the worst in the Gryffindor dorms, where some of the residents had begun looking an awful lot like one of their house colors. This unexpected side effect meant that dorms were essentially uninhabitable, and swarms of students had taken to the courtyard, the common room, or the halls, in refuge. And since hiding from your lingering feelings in your dorm was no longer a viable option, Lily, Marlene, and Dorcas had been forced to drag you out into an open space where you were far too susceptible to seeing the three boys you had been avoiding like the plague.

“You are going to bloody fucking kill yourself if you do not get out of that room.” Marlene practically shouted at you, after yet another failed attempt to free you from the boiling temperatures of your bedroom. Her exasperation with you, general fury with the world, and hatred of the weather was a dangerous combination. One you couldn't entirely fault her for.

“I'd sooner die than have to face those men, marls.” you heard her grumble something along the lines of “Merlins fucking beard” at your response.

“Look, I know this whole thing is complicated and whatnot, but you are driving yourself mad, holed up in a ridiculously hot room, overthinking about James, Sirius and Remus, when you should be swimming, or living, or fucking someone else to get over them!”

“I agree. You are too pretty and smart and funny and frankly too fucking hot to be sitting here moping.” Lily chimes in, smiling at you, unrelenting in her beliefs, you take a second, in the midst of the chaos, to admire her smile. The ridiculously engaging quality of her shiny teeth, the perfection of her skin and the red hair that floats around her in the sun, too much like a halo for you not to take note. It is so easy to love her. All of them, really. You only wish, quietly, that it was so easy for you to be loved. The way everyone knows Mary loves Lily, the palpable way you all can feel how Marlene loves Dorcas. It radiates under the surface of the whole group and flows further out into the school, they radiate love, and you feel it, in that brief and wondrous moment before you have to face the world, you ask yourself how on earth you got so lucky, that they might tolerate you enough to allow you this close to the masterpiece of their friendships and lives.

“Okay.” You relent, soft yet reluctant, as you come back to the present, a feeling of inadequacy settling heavily on your shoulders and in your lungs, “I'll leave the room but I'm bringing a book, and I insist on snacks and enormous amounts of lemonade if I'm being forced out into the wild.” You allow them to pull you up and out of the sweltering room, only because you’re not entirely convinced you won’t be able to simply meander away into some obscure hallway, cooled by the touch of the century old stone in refuge, the moment Dorcas and Marlene begin to notice just how little clothing there is between the two of them due to the immense heat. You stare ahead as you walk down through the common room, shoulders tense with something indescribable. Lily notices it, she also noticed the soft, odd look on your face earlier, and just like Lily Evans does, she files it away in a neat folder in her mind with your name written on it, one new thing to figure out about you, where exactly it is you go when your eyes get foggy and you drift off.

“Why are you avoiding the boys?” Dorcas asks suddenly, and you feel marlene and lily stop, to turn and look at her the same way you do.

“It’s just easier, if I don’t see them.” You tell her this half truth slowly, as you all continue to walk down the stairs, you don’t miss the dry look you get from Marlene.

“Easier? You were miserable earlier and I can’t imagine they’re thrilled at the prospect of one of their best friends disappearing without explanation.” She somehow manages to be blunt and soft and so uniquely wise.

“I have to move on, because we are just friends. That’s easier to do when I’m not constantly overwhelmed by Remus reading to me, and Sirius’ relentless flirting, and James calling me-”

“Angel! There you are.” A sweaty James Potter practically yells from across the courtyard as he sees you. Your heart stops, the sun is on his face and bouncing off of his glasses, his hair has never looked this good, ever. It’s damp and sideswept and you just know Sirius has been somewhere near it, because it looks particularly soft. You aren’t sure he isn’t actually an angel of some kind as he jogs over to you and the girls in his white tank top and shorts, positively beaming.

“Nice to see you too, potter.” Marlene snarks with a grin as James enters your personal space.

“Oh come on Marls, you know I’m always positively thrilled to see you.” His smile unwavering as he looks over at her, you take that moment of freedom from his gaze to wipe the sweat that formed away from your brow, and to start a silent conversation with lily, which really only pertains you mouthing “help” and her grinning at you happily, thrilled with the confrontation. She hated when you hid from things, from yourself.

“Did you put on sunblock? Sirius has plenty, if you haven't.” James asks you softly as he leads the small group to the tree where he had come running from, you can just make out Sirius and Remus under it, Sirius sprawled out on the grass, head in remus’ lap, who’s back is against the tree as he reads. You’re struck with fondness yet again as you look at them, finding it all too easy to fall back into that habit of loving them from afar.

“I did. Lily made me.”

You answer, with a playful glare at your favorite redhead. James’ smile grows somehow larger at the playfulness. You watch Lily sling her arm over Dorcas, you laugh as Marlene shoves it off, grumbling playfully about how she should go find Mary if she wanted to get all lovey dovey. Despite the tension you can feel, always present it seems, since you fell for James, there is an easiness. Perhaps because of the warmth and the abundance that comes with this time of year, or maybe just because you have found yourself living here, with people who you feel if you didn't already have magic coursing through your veins, would make you believe in its existence. They were just that wonderful.

[rizdoodles]

HEY YOU! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH OK???@raytheanarchive @kazuww00🫵🫵🫵💥💥💥

It’s been such a long time that I’ve wanted to draw Yuuza and Yuume!!! Your OCs are so incredible and extraordinary, seeing them always puts a big smile on my face!!!

Every time I see Yuuza and Yuume (or even your other OCs in general BECAUSE THEY’RE AMAZING AAAA!!!🗣️🗣️🗣️💖

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AND KAZ!!! THAT INCREDIBLE AND ADORABLE GIRL RAAAAAH I LOVE HER SM🐙💥🐙💥🐙💥🐙

I SCREAM EVERY TIME I SEE YOUR OCS OK???🫵💕

I’M THEIR NUMBER ONE FAN, ZEHCJZEBCJZBKJZBC!!!💥💥💥💕💕💕)

I literally leap out of my chair, super excited, screaming, "OMG OMG CONTENT FROM THESE TWO AMAZING ARTISTS I LOVE YAYAYAYAY!!!"(/≧▽≦)/ (❤️´艸｀❤️)

Ahem! Pardon me, I got a little carried away.🧃

So… originally, I was planning to write a love letter/j individual message for both of you explaining just how amazing you are, how much I adore interacting with you because I find you fun and incredible, and how I still can’t wrap my head around the fact that, YOU, such wonderful people follow what I do and, on top of that, actually like my work. Every time I see your likes and your kind, sweet comments, it fills my heart with so much joy, and I get so emotional.💌💌💌🌹

But I know that if I did that (writing a whole novel about how much I appreciate you), it would end up being so long that I’d need to start a second blog hehe.

So, I hope these little gifts can show you how much I adore you, and even though we don’t interact very often, you hold a special place in my little heart. ❤️💖💖💖💌💌💌

[ghxstyfae]

Pearly kisses ♡ 2 ♡ J.Webber

Tags: @olislays

Warnings: nsfw under labelled section

Part one

Sfw

One day gf decides to put bows everywhere. Jakes car, his house (including Johnnies room??), she even ties one around his bicep

Jake may eventually get a small pink bow tattoo

Gf writes Jake love letters like shes from the victorian era. Calligraphy writing, a kiss to seal it, wax melt and a stamp🤭

Expect fresh flowers on her desk every week, he even makes lives of making little bouquets for her

Definitely follows this rule of keeping a flower from her bouquet so he knows when its wilted.

When shes on her period, he knows the best ways to make her happy.

Cuddles and snuggles, snacks, a heating pad, netflix, and some online shopping.

"What the hell is crockqette?"

"Why are these your most recent emojis?" 🎀💕🩷🍓🍬💌♀️💝🌸 "your so weird"

Lets her braid his hair if she wants, which of course she does. This eventually leads to him having little mini pig tails in his mullet (with bows!)

Gf wears heels a lot, but she doesnt want to get the dirty so Jake usually has to carry her/keep an extra pair of shoes in the car

He didnt understand the hello kitty obsession at first

But after a mini mental breakdown on Gf's part over loosing her favourite sanrio plushie, he atleast tries to understand

Nsfw

He does buy her lots of little nick nacks and other hello kitty memorabilia. (Check pinterest board under sanrio gifts)

Of course she also begs to tie a bow around his cock and he agrees *if* she'll ride him afterwards

I think he'd be kinda into shibrari styles and definitely tie her up with pink ribbon

Pushing her head into her teddybears as he pounds into her from behind, whispering the nastiest little words

He bought her one of those giant pink teddy bears and ties her arms to it while he holds a vibe to her clit

...

Um-🫢 thats all folks.

[staygoldwriting]

💌 To the Steve I Loved Before: Part 5

A Steve Harrington TATBILB!AU fic

Parts 1-4 on my masterlist!

Summary: Y/N has written love letters to get over her deepest crushes. What happens when Steve Harrington gets his hands on her letter to him?

Disclaimer: This is inspired by the To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before series by Jenny Han! I have used none of her characters, but have only used the premise of a love letter in the wrong hands.

Word count: ~1200

Warnings: None, just fluff!

A/N: I'M STILL HERE!!! 🎉 I have been gone for so long and I'm SO SORRY!! I started my new job, and it's taken all of my time 😢 But I'm finally back, and I hope you guys love this next chapter! I will try my best to get another part out soon 💕Also, I know I keep teasing the letter, but know that I wrote it before anything else, so it'll be out in a couple chapters 👀Please let me know what you think, and, as always, please show love and support! ❤️✨

“Y/N?”

You were staring blankly at Steve as he waved his hand in front of your face. You snapped back into reality and looked at him.

“Sorry, okay, you said seven for pizza at your place?” you said quickly.

“Eight, but Y/N, did you write me--”

“Gotta go, Steve, see you!” you said, then rushed away before he could finish his question. As you sped walked to the front of the mall, Robin was waiting for you, shaking her head. 

“What have you done?” she asked, chuckling.

“I don’t wanna talk about it, let’s just go,” you said, not stopping as you walked past her.

-💌-

You sat at your desk, bouncing your knee up and down, planning and panicking in your mind. Robin was laying on your bed, her head hanging off the edge as she scrunched her face up in concentration.

“So,” she started, “you’re going to pretend to date Steve Harrington.”

“...Yep,” you said, squinting at the wall.

“Well, you’re going to need some ground rules,” Robin said, looking at you.

“Ground rules?”

“Yeah, so you guys are clear on this little game you’re playing.”

“I don’t think we need rules, Rob. We’re not even actually dating.”

“Are you gonna kiss him?”

“What? No!” you said, your heart beating quickly.

“Okay, then how are you gonna make your relationship believable?” Robin asked, flipping herself onto her stomach. 

“I mean, I don’t know,” you said. 

“Well, you should definitely kiss him,” Robin said. “First of all, no one would ever believe you two are dating if you don't kiss at least once in public. Second of all, it looked like you both enjoyed it quite a bit,” she smirked. You threw a stuffed animal at her.

“Bite your tongue, Buckley!” you yelled, trying not to laugh. 

“You’re blushing!” she yelled victoriously.

“Am not! I mean, yeah, he’s cute or whatever, but that doesn’t subtract from the fact that he’s a class A jerk,” you pointed out.

“I don’t know, you might be surprised,” Robin said, sitting up. “I think all the rejections he’s gotten at Scoops have bruised his ego enough for him to actually have mappable humility.”

“Steve? Humble? I’ll believe it when I see it,” you chuckled. 

“Well, keep me posted. I think you guys should both visit each other at work, but make it look natural since you haven’t done that before. Ease into it. Second, you have to make him drive us all around.”

“Us?” you smirked.

“I have to benefit from this somehow,” Robin smiled. “Anyways, third, you guys have to go to the Fourth of July carnival together.”

“We won’t be together then. Eddie will forget about the letter far before that,” you objected.

“Just stick with me,” Robin said. “Lastly, and most importantly, do not fall for him.”

“Rob, we’re not in a John Hughes movie, I’m not going to-”

“Stick with me,” Robin repeated. “Don’t rule anything out. After all, you did write him a letter, right?”

“We’re not talking about that,” you said quickly.

“Well, the truth’s gonna come out someday,” Robin said. “In the meantime, it’s 7:45. Prince Charming awaits.”

-💌-

You knocked on Steve’s front door, and he opened it, smiling at you brightly.

“Hey, fake girlfriend,” he smirked. “Looking good tonight.” You scoffed at him, trying to hide your blush. 

“Can I come in?” you asked, trying to change the subject.

“Come on in,” Steve said, moving from the doorframe. “Go ahead and sit anywhere,” Steve said, motioning to the living room. 

“Sounds good to me,” you said, sitting on the couch. Steve sat down, facing you. You smiled at him awkwardly, then he opened the pizza box.

“Dig in,” he said. You nodded in thanks, then grabbed a slice.

“So,” he smiled, taking a bite.

“So,” you repeated, nodding. 

“You like Eddie, and now we have to date?” he asked.

“Yeah, I guess you could phrase it that way,” you chuckled. “I’m sorry I got you mixed up in this, Steve.” 

“Don’t worry about it,” he said, his mouth full of pizza. “What are friends for?”

“We’re still friends?” you asked weakly, making Steve look at you in disbelief.

“Of course we’re still friends, Y/N, why wouldn’t we be?” he said, looking at you confused, his mouth still full. 

“I don’t know,” you whispered. “You became so popular, and we stopped hanging out.”

That doesn’t mean I don’t want to be your friend anymore,” Steve said, wiping his mouth and looking at you in concern.

“It sure feels that way,” you whispered, making Steve look at you sadly. 

“I’m sorry,” he said softly. 

“Don’t be,” you replied. “Anyway, we have some planning to do,” you said, trying to move on. You looked up at Steve, who was gazing at you. 

“Um,” you said, trying to break eye contact, “Robin had some recommendations to help our relationship look believable,” you said, looking back at him. “She says we should kiss at least once a day in public.” 

“Are you sure you can survive with just one Harrington kiss a day?” he asked, wiggling his eyebrows. You rolled your eyes at him, fighting a laugh. 

“She also said we should visit each other at work, and that you should drive me around, and Robin too.”

“Hm. So now Robin gets a free ride to work every day and also sees her best friend every time she has a shift. Makes me wonder who this is really benefiting,” he smirked. 

“Well, do you have any rules in mind?” you asked, and Steve tapped his chin. 

“Will you come to family dinners with me? Maybe with you there I can actually get through a conversation with my father. And we should go to the movies and stuff, make our relationship really public. Stuff we used to do, you know? We’ll just kiss when we do it.”

“I guess that works for me,” you said. “Is there anything we shouldn't do?”

“Well, I'll stop flirting with the girls at work, and you'll have to stop drooling over Munson,” he shrugged. “Other than that, I don't think I have anything else.”

“I haven't been drooling over Eddie,” you defended. 

“Well, then start drooling over me,” Steve said, mocking your tone. “Oh, and we should go to the Fourth of July carnival together,” he said.

“Robin said the same thing, but I don't think we'll still be doing this plan then, will we?”

“Well, we don’t have to be together to go,” Steve pointed out. 

“I guess so,” you said. 

“Did Robin say anything else?” he asked. 

“Yeah, she said we shouldn’t fall in love with each other,” you chuckled.

“I’ll try my hardest,” he smirked, winking at you. 

“Alright then, I think that covers it. We’ll hang out after work, I’ll go to family dinners with you, we’ll kiss each other once a day-”

“But more is always welcome,” Steve winked, making you groan. “And I’ll take you and Robin to work, and, when the time comes, we’ll go to the carnival, all while not falling in love. Sounds simple enough,” he chuckled.

“Yeah, totally easy,” you joked. “Deal?” you asked, holding out your hand. 

“Hm,” Steve said, his smirk returning. “I'll do this all on one condition,” 

“Okay, what is that?” you asked tiredly. 

“You have to let me read my letter.”

-💌-

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[taliaaurora]

Forbidden Love (5) - Hi, baby. Did you miss me?

Pairing: Jason Pelham x Alison Jones

Summary: An unexpected visitor shows up at the firehouse, bringing some disturbed memories to one of the first responders.

Warning: mentions of child assault.

Words count: 2.3k

A/N: English is not my first language, so I’m sorry for any mistakes. I hope you enjoy this chapter! 💕

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A knock on the door startled Severide as he was finishing his report from the last call. Glancing at the glass door, he saw Alie waving her hand as she flashed him a small smile. 

“Hey.” He whispered, opening the door.

“Hey. Can I come in?” She kept her voice down, afraid she would wake up the team sleeping in the bunk room.

Nodding his head, Severide opened the door a little further so Alie could step inside his office, then closed it again. Seating back on his chair, he watched Ailie get comfortable in his bed. 

“You okay?” He asked, cocking his head to the side, not sure what she wanted to talk about.

“Yeah. I wanted to make sure you are okay, actually.” She confessed, noticing a frown appearing in Severide’s face. “I’m not blind, Sev. I noticed your reaction when Sylvie came running inside the firehouse with another letter from Casey. What was that about?”

Biting the inside of his cheek, Severide looked outside the window, avoiding Alie’s big brown eyes, as the same thoughts consumed his mind, over and over again.

“Sev, please, talk to me.” Sitting closer to her friend, Alie’s lips curved slightly into a smirk. “Did you get upset cause Casey didn’t send you a letter too?” She playfully asked, but Severide didn’t laugh. As he turned his face to look at Alie, she was surprised to see tears in his eyes.

“Stella, she-...” He shook his head and bit his lip, struggling to put his feelings into words. “She doesn't reply to my texts or my calls. When she does, it’s always something short and simple, she doesn’t even want to talk to me. And I don’t know what to do.” He confessed, blinking away the tears, trying to look strong.

“I’m so sorry, Sev.” Alie whispered, gently squeezing his hand. “Maybe she’s just busy with the program. I’m sure everything will be just fine when she comes back-”

“That’s the thing.” He interrupted. “I don’t know if she’s coming back.” He sounded almost angry, but looking into his eyes Alie could see how sad, broken he was. 

“What do you mean?”

Wiping his tears with the sleeve of his jacket, Severide took a deep breath. “Boden wanted Stella to be the new lieutenant on Truck 81, but she didn't reply to his calls either.  I don’t think she wants to be a lieutenant anymore. I don’t think she wants to come back to 51, or to me.” He confessed with a shaky voice. Putting those words out in the open felt like a punch in his stomach, making him sick with just the thought of not being with Stella again.

“Hey, don’t say that.” Alie shook her head, wiping Severide’s fresh tears. “Kelly, she loves you! You’re just going through a tough time in your relationship, but I’m sure everything will be okay.”

“I’m not so sure anymore.” He whispered back.

-/-/-

“Jones?” Pelham called, entering the common room. Looking around, he saw her exiting Severide’s office. Making his way towards her, Pelham gently knocked on the bunk room door, not wanting to wake up the whole team. “Jones? There’s a woman on the apparatus floor wanting to talk to you. It sounded urgent.” He confessed, approaching the firefighter.

Confused, Alie frowned. Besides the fact that it was late, Alie wasn’t used to getting visitors at the firehouse - or anywhere, really. Thanking the lieutenant, Alie made her way to meet the mysterious woman outside the firehouse.

“Can I help you?” Alie asked, approaching the woman who had her back to Alie. As the woman turned around, Alie couldn’t believe her eyes. Taking a step back, she took a shaky breath as her head started to spin. She felt sick.

“Hi, baby.” The woman’s voice was soft as a sympathetic smile appeared on her face. She took a step closer, making Alie take a step back, involuntarily. She aged from the last time Alie saw her. She had more wrinkles than Alie could remember. She had lost a significant amount of weight, probably because of her drinking problems or the death of her husband - or both. Her features had changed. She looked small, fragile. If it wasn’t for those eyes that haunted Alie in her dreams, she wouldn’t have recognized her own mother.

Looking at her mom with side eyes, it took all the strength in her body to make Alie speak. “Wha-What are you doing here??” 

“You didn’t reply to any of my texts, or my calls.” Slightly shrugging her shoulders, the woman flashed an apologetic smile. “I thought I could stop by to see you-” 

“Well, you can’t. I told you to stay away from me.” Alie cut her off. “Now, please, go away and don’t come back.” She turned around to go back to the firehouse but was stopped by a hand grabbing her arm.

“Alison, please!” The woman begged, staring Alie in the eye. “You can’t avoid me forever. We’re family-”

“DON’T!” Alie shouted as she released her arm. “You don’t get to use that word!” Her chest rose and fell with rapid breaths. “I don’t consider you family. Not anymore.”

Shaking her head, her mom could feel the tears threatening to fall down her cheeks. “Alie, please, don’t say that. I’m your mother, I’ll always be your family!”

The lack of emotion was clear as Alie's steady voice came out just above a whisper. “You are DEAD to me.” As her lips lightly curved into a smirk, she took a step closer. “I hope Stephen is burning in hell right now.”

“Alison!” Her mom slapped her in the face, she couldn’t believe those words. “He was like a father to you!”

“HE DESTROYED ME!” Alie shouted, feeling her cheek burn. “I was just a little girl and he RUINED me!” Shaking her head, Alie quickly wiped her tears with the back of her hand. “And what did you do, huh? NOTHING! You let him do that to me. You chose your disgusting, rapist husband over your own daughter! You never believed me when I told you what he used to do to me!” Alie could feel her throat hurt. She didn’t care if someone could hear her yelling, she didn’t mind the tears running down her cheeks. All she felt was anger, pain, and she just wanted to let it all out. As she let out a long sigh, she looked down at her mother in disgust. “How could you? How can a mother let someone do that to her child? Her baby girl? I trusted him, I trusted you.” Letting out a sob, she ran her hands down her face. She took advantage of her mother's silence to let it all out of her chest. “For so long, every time I used to close my eyes, all I could see was his face. All I could smell was his cheap cologne and the mix of bourbon and cigar. He haunted me for so long. But not anymore!” Standing closer, just a few inches from her mom’s face, Alie screamed. “I WANT YOU TO ROT IN HELL! BOTH OF YOU!”

Her mom stood there in silence, her body shaking - from crying or from fear, no one could tell. Taking a step back, Alie sniffled, cleaning her eyes and nose with the sleeve of her jacket.

“I hate you.” Alison whispered with gritted teeth, looking down at the woman who brought her to the world. “Get out of here and don’t you dare to come back.”

Nodding her head in understanding, her mother turned around and left, crying all the way back to her car. Finally feeling like she could breathe again, Alie walked two steps before she collapsed on the floor. Letting out a low, desperate groan, she felt two arms hugging her body in a tight embrace.

“It’s okay. She’s gone.” Pelham’s voice was soft as he spoke in her ear, his hand running up and down her back. “You’re safe now, I promise.” He whispered, feeling her tears soaking the fabric of his shirt.

For the first time in years, Alie didn’t flinch when she felt a male hand touching her body. Instead, she believed in his words when he told her she was safe. And that's exactly how she felt. Her muscles relaxed under the warmth of Pelham’s embrace. With her head leaned against his chest, she sobbed like a little girl, scared of the monster under her bed. The monster is gone now, but he will always be present in her memories.

Pelham knew Alie was going through something. He just never expected to be this. He didn’t mean to hear the whole conversation, but he did hear Alie’s screams and picked up some pieces. He felt disgusted. He couldn’t imagine what was going through Alie’s mind in this moment, but he knew she needed someone. Even if this someone was a man she barely knew.

Once her breaths were even and she had stopped crying, Alie lifted her head from Pelham’s chest. As their eyes met, her cheeks blushed with embarrassment and she quickly pulled away from him. He shouldn’t have seen her like this. Broken. Fragile.

“I-I should go.” Alie quickly mumbled, standing up. Not looking back, she ran to the bathroom, locking the door right behind her as she muffled her soft cries with the back of her hand.

-/-/-

"You know," Gallo took a seat on the common room table to eat his cereal, then pointed at Pelham with his spoon. "Once Kidd comes back, are you still going to be our lieutenant?" 

"I don't know-"

"No, he's not." Severide interrupted, making his way to the coffee pot.

Gallo already regretted making that question, as he felt the tension in the room rising. Shaking his head, Ritter cursed under his breath, whispering a sarcastic 'good job, buddy' as he sent Gallo a thumbs up.

Staring at Severide's back, Pelham licked his lips and sighed. "Chief Boden reached out for her, asking if she wanted to be the new lieutenant, but she didn't answer. She hasn't shown any interest."

"That doesn't mean you get the job." The squad lieutenant replied before making his way to his office.

"Really, Gallo!? What is wrong with you?" Violet whispered, slapping Gallo in the arm.

Playing with the food on his plate, Pelham couldn't help but think about Gallo's question. What was gonna happen to him once Kidd comes back wasn't really a mystery. Pelham was just an interim lieutenant. If Kidd wanted the position, Boden would give it to her right away. Pelham knew that, and he understood why. Kidd had been working at this firehouse for years now, and she was loved by everyone on the team. Pelham didn't stand a chance.

"Hey, Jones!" Mouch greeted her with a big smile as she entered the firehouse. 

Hearing that name, Pelham looked up with hopeful eyes and a shy smile, seeing the person who made his days better in this firehouse. However, he knew she's been avoiding him since last night.

Flashing Mouch a weak smile, Alie stopped dead in her tracks once she locked eyes with the lieutenant sitting at the table. Quickly turning around, she rushed to the locker room, not seeing how fast Pelham's smile faded away.

Closing her locker once she grabbed what she needed, Alie stood face to face with the lieutenant, who was leaning against the lockers.

“You don’t have to avoid me, Jones.” He crossed his arms over his chest.

“I’m not avoiding you.” She quickly replied, walking past him.

“Then why are you running away from me?” Pelham followed her to the bunk room, walking right behind her. “Is this about what happened the other night?” He asked with a sigh.

Alie quickly turned around. “Yes, okay? You had no right to hear that conversation!”

“You were screaming!" His voice rose but his features softened when he saw Alie flinch. "I just wanted to make sure you were okay, I wasn’t eavesdropping.” He spoke just above a whisper.

“But you listened to a conversation that didn’t concern you.” The hurt and disappointment were clear in her voice. “Now, please, stop looking at me with those pity eyes. I don’t need your pity, Pelham.”

“So now, what?" He frowned. "I can’t be concerned about you? I can’t make sure my friend is okay? Oh, no, I’m sorry. I forgot we’re not friends.” Pelham let his arms dramatically fall to his sides as a long sigh passed through his lips. “Jesus, Jones. I keep trying to get close to you, only to be pushed away every goddamn time!” Shaking his head, Pelham walked past Alie and left the room.

Swallowing the lump on her throat, Alie bit the inside of her cheek as Pelham's words replayed in her head. She knew he was right, she really was pushing him away. But that's what she did to every man that got too close to her. She kept her tough posture but…on the inside she was softly pleading for him to come back, to hold her one more time and tell her everything would be okay.

-/–/-

“What happened this time?” Brett asked, serving herself a cup of coffee, as Alie stormed into the room. 

“Pelham happened.” Alie mumbled, crossing her arms over her chest as she leaned on the counter, next to her friend.

“Uhh, I’ve seen this before.” A smirk appeared on Brett’s face as she stirred her coffee. “You two will end up sleeping together.” She took a sip from her coffee and saw the way Alie almost gagged.

“You gotta be kidding me, right? There’s nothing going on between me and Pelham. It was just a kiss, which I already regret.” Alie confessed with a scoff. “To be honest, I think we do hate each other.”

“Uh-hum, sure.” Brett nodded her head, sipping her coffee. “I’ll pretend I believe that.”

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[microknifeyuri]

JUST CURIOUS. DO YOU HAVE ANY MICROKNIFE/MICROPHONE X KNIFE HEADCANNONS?? 👀

I LOVE WHEN YOU TALK ABOUT THEM AND MAKE ART OF THEM BTW! KEEP UP THE GREAT WORK! 💌❤️💕

SURE I DO!!!!!

!! Justin had stated that he doesn't mind if Microphone and Knife are shipped with eachother! This includes the rest of the characters mentioned on the pic! This has been stated on May 1st of this year !!

Okay. Microphone x Knife headcanons.

- Knife likes to give small kisses to Microphone with his Dora Doll.

- Knife is the one that cooks between the two of them. Microphone is more of a baking person.

- Knife sends letters to Microphone after her elimination. The letters however stopped once S2 got into Hiatus. Microphone is deeply worried about him.

- Matching necklaces and chokers!

- Knife has a picture on his wallet of her.

- If Knife wasn't determinated to get the prize, he would have followed Mic in her elimination.

- Microphone didn't laugh at his Dora Doll because she thought it was stupid, but because she found Knife adorable.

- Microphone tends to be the little spoon but she also very much loves holding Knife. He also very much loves being held.

- Knife is very VERY MUCH affection starved. So Microphone showers him on kisses constantly and he FREEZES. Definitely loves it though.

- Holding hands was so SO awkward for them. It's not even funny. They were very much enjoying it but oh boy they were nervous.

- They're naturals at affection nowdays though.

- Petrigrof flavored.

- Knife hypes up Microphone so SO much whenever she just does anything. She's his girl and he CHERISHES HER and will KILL FOR HER

- You can find them cuddling in the most awkward positions. They don't seem to care though.

- Hot Topic is their ideal date /hj

[acslytherpuff]

Hi!!! 💖

It’s finally Valentine’s Month! ✨ The season of love, romance, and all things soft and sweet. I couldn’t let it begin without telling you just how much I adore you and your incredible MCs! Every single one of them are so full of personality, and I love them so much. 💌

Since we’re officially in the month of love, I have to ask; what’s everyone's (including irl Cassie's) favorite part of Valentine’s Day? 💐🍫 Is it the chocolates, the love letters, or something totally different? I’d love to know what makes the day special for them! Or if they totally hate it!

Wishing you a wonderful start to February! Sending lots of love and virtual hugs! 💕🫂

Your secret valentine 💘💌😘

And ello again hehe 🩷

Thank you so much you make cry everytime ngl🥹🤍

I think my favorite part of valentines day is like spending time with your loved one! You dont need presents to show your love to your beloved one! So i think its like just the little thing like spending time together!🥹🤍 and so would cassie think.. since she didn‘t had any interactions with others she would just love spending time with alex! Also the same goes for him.. spending time with the person he loves and that he can finally show his love, since his curse got broken with his love to cassie!

For alvin i think it‘s the preps to make matty a valentines gift (and baking some sweets) to see her smile.. this boy is down bad for his gfs smile and he would do anything for it..! 🥹🤍

ily!🩷

[mjtheartist04]

wanted to do silly research and saw that Genya Pic of him holding the tulip, and fun fact! Tulips [pink specifically 👀] mean love, affection, and good caring! BUT They also mean congratulations or a token of good luck! You mention a headcanon Genya having a green thumb... And I can totally see Genya giving Rika a pink tulip anytime she leaves for a mission or returns due to there meaning ...🥺 Maybe even sends her crow with one in his beak to give her?

AND DID YOU NOT THINK I WOULD CRY WHEN LEAVING THIS IN MY INBOX???…

STOPPPP POOKKIIIEEEE-😭

THE FACT THAT YOU DID RESEARCH ON MY FAVORITE FLOWERS AND YOUR BEAUTIFUL SWEET SELF WROTE THIS LITTLE HEADCANON IN MY INBOX AND IM-

This is official, This is their thing now AND I LOVE YOU FOR THIS!!!🥺💗💗💗

I feel like genya would secretly be the only one in the relationship too really know the meanings behind flowers, and I can totally see him sending flowers to her with the little help from her crow, maybe even with a small note or letter🥺💌…

They are little reminders that she has someone waiting for her back home…and it just determines her even more to continue fighting so that she can make it back into his warm loving embrace again. right where she belongs🥹💕

[music-my-beloved]

Please Please Me: A 16yo's (horrible) album review

I Saw Her Standing There 🧍: She was just 17 apparently! Honestly I reallyyyy like the song !! She's electric and vibrant. Uber catchy and is kinda adorbs ! I'm not 17 but I shall imagine that this song captures what it's like to be 17 in some way, shape, or form ( hopefully, maybe not idk ).

Misery 💧: uh, babe it's giving break up !!! If I made a song like this all I'd hear is "God stop wallowing in self pity and get yourself back up there !!" But sometimes people need a little time to rot in their feels and I think this song is great for that !!! It's not super catchy but overall I didn't hate it. Music doesn't need to be catchy to be good >:3

Anna (Go To Him) 💍: I LOVE ITTTTTT. Man, Anna's a meanie girl ! What she did was dirttyyyyyy 😭😭 but good on the guy for letting her go and be happy even tho he couldn't be,,,, it was so sweet !! Uh anyway yeah this song is so good. I love how longing and sad it sounds. It's like if Misery and I Saw Her Standing There had a baby. It totally fits the 60's I can see it playing at a dinner or something !! Also, Anna girl, give that ring back !! 😭

Chains ⛓️: Honestly I can see myself liking this song in the future (two or three weeks from now) and it's honestly a really unique take on love that I really like. His girl's got him chained down with the chains of love !!! Not in an oppressive and controlling way but she's got him locked in !!! He loves her so much, they're connected 😣

Boys 🤷: Erm. Gay Anthem?? Don't know what to think about this one I really don't know 😭😭 talks about 'em all the time I guess??

Ask Me Why ❓: It's so cute !! I can also see this one being played at an old diner. The do-wop sound is like, addictive and supperrrr catchy. Really like this song. Kinda reminds me of A World Without Love by Peter and Gordon !!

Please Please Me 🫵: Honestly kinda forgot about her ?? After the first listen it was like I just had a fever dream. But also that might have been because I was in the car with my parents talking and I could hear them through my headphones so idk you tell me :/ but now that I've relistened to the album while writing the reviews I love this one!

Love Me Do ❤️: Don't really jive with this one :/ it's not a bad sing but it just wasn't my cup of tea !! I feel bad saying that 'cause I don't wanna be the typical teen that "only listens to catchy, simple songs" but this one just wasn't there for me the way Please Please Me and Anna were 😭😭

P.S. I Love You 💌: ITS SO CUTTTEEEEE !!!!! Was this song a precursor to All My Loving like, directly ??? If it wasn't I probably look stupid saying that but whatevs. This song is like, old and faded is a really lovely way like,,, who writes letters anymore, it's so romantic!!! The simple guitar is like, really bleeding through to me for some reason idk good job George !!!

Baby It's You 💕: 60s came through with this one. She is PUNGENT. It's giving Runaround Sue !! This one just feels like a classic.

Do You Want To Know A Secret 🫠: Elementary school yard ramped up!!! I can almost hear the children playing and yelling in the background it's so cutesy. Overall a pretty good track. Wouldn't mind hearing it again !!

A Taste of Honey 🍯: Reminds me of a song i'd hear in Rango.. hmm. I don't like this song as much as I feel I should?? Didn't quite give with me, it's just another track I guess (idk this review felt mean 😭😭)

There's a Place 🏩: Its like an amalgamation of all of the songs in the album. I'm hearing baby it's you, please please me, and literally everything else idk it's so strange

Twist and Shout 🌀: This song is iconic. There's nothing I cans at that will add or take anything away. Might be a bit overrated idk it's just me . But it's uber high energy and I like it !!

More Reviews Later, Next Up: With The Beatles ..

[toxicanonymity]

A little😬 personal message/love letter💌

Tw: fluff and lots of praise💕

I’ve been meaning to write this for some time but your awesome milestone seems like a perfect opportunity to congratulate you and express my gratitude! Was hesitant to call it a love letter cuz it might sound creepy😅 but I remembered WHAT we enjoy in these parts and creepy is kinda the highest praise so I’ll stick to calling it a LOVE letter! Which it IS!💜

I’ve been reading your stories for some time now, but surprisingly not as long as I thought. 🤔They’re such a big part of my day/life/heart now that I could swear I’ve been enjoying your work for a long time. But no, just a few months or so. At first I’ve been lurking around, scared to comment on/reblog the depravity of it all😝, but your talented writing sucked me in real fast and I decided to let my depraved self free. Also there was an urge to shout at you about how amazing your stories are! So let me do just that.

I love you, your stories and everything you share with us! Your writing is incredible, the characters are so vivid in my mind that I feel I could touch them/ and hell I’d love to hehe😏 The other day I was about to comment that your NW-coded Ghostface was so true to NW character with his talk and all, but stopped and thought to myself ‘wait, of course she described him perfectly, it’s HER character!!’😅 So I guess in my mind your Joels are authentic Pedro boys like Javi p, Dieter etc.

The writing process that you shared amazes me! I respect it so much! You put your soul into it and dedicate so much thought, care and time to it! Thank you!🙏

And giiiirl the range on your writing!!👏Your stories can be scary, angsty, fluffy(YES I said it) and funny! And I wanna highlight this word FUNNY! Another thing that gripped me by the “balls” in your blog is your sense of humour. I value it in people greatly. I love your subtle jokes and often cackle reading your fics and answers to asks. And last but definitely not least your smut be smutting like no one else’s. 🥵👏🙌🙌🙌

Also you created a whole ass community for your readers, and I think not only your writing but also your amazing personality is the reason why we feel so welcomed and comfortable on your blog. Thank you for this too!💜

I love fanfiction and there’re so many wonderful writers on this hellsite but you’re definitely my favourite!🥹

If you ever need any help, advice or whatever from silly little me I’ll be there for you! Sending you a hug and two hundred white roses jttJoel style😁🫂💕💕💕 love you!

And sorry for the wordiness😬

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I've been writing Joel for less than three months and it rly does feel like so much longer that we've been interacting. Y'all are honestly a huge part of my day/life/heart, too.

It makes me so happy when people embrace themselves, depravity and all. When you embrace yourselves you embrace me and each other, too. I've never acknowledged a milestone before, but I realized it's not really about me, it's about "the community," like you said. And nothing makes me happier than people feeling welcomed and comfortable here. And what you said about the community, that's when I thermal printed this lol. 🖤

The fact that you imagine night walks as a distinct pedro boy is like the highest compliment I can imagine for a Joel. And thank you for saying that about my range 🥹 it's cool being notorious but I do enjoy variety 🖤 I def try not to take myself too seriously so I'm glad you enjoy those lighter moments and that they don't nullify the smut completely. 😅

I remember that time you were literally the only one who laughed at my silly joke, and I was like, I can always count on you, and it was a heartwarming moment lmaooo, Found it. It's true, I can count on you, and will not hesitate to take you up on it when I need advice. Thanks again for spraying the water bottle into my mouth when I was in the stepdad boxing ring with myself.

I let my SO read this and I think he "gets it" now -- that it isn't just posting depraved shit for internet strangers (he was supportive of that too, though lol). So thank you for putting it into all these beautiful words. 💖

Lots of love and an ipad and iphone to you from trouble!Joel.

🖤🖤🖤

[enchantedchocolatebars]

Of Course You Ken (A Barbie x Ken fic that's inspired by the Barbie movie trailer and a little of Life In The Dream House. I have not seen the movie yet, but I love the look and aesthetic.)

It was a fantastically plastic day in Barbie Land as Barbie herself was in her Dream House, happily "watering" the bright pink flower that sat on her window sill.

While tending to her pretty plant, she gently hums the refrain of her favorite song.

Ding dong!

"Coming!" Barbie calls out as she sets her watering can down, heels clicking as she heads towards the door.

Twisting the knob, she sees Mail Carrier Barbie standing on the other side, her usual smile on her face.

"Mail Carrier Barbie!" Barbie beams as she greets the messenger with a hug. "So nice to see you!"

"Nice to see you too, Malibu Barbie!" The mail carrier replies, returning the affection.

Reaching a hand inside her blue carrier bag, she pulls out a few letters and hands them to the blonde.

"Thank you!"

"You're welcome!"

As Mail Carrier Barbie starts to take off, Malibu Barbie waves her a goodbye.

"Have a pinkarific day!💖 💗 💕 💟"

"You too! 💙 💌"

After closing her front door, Barbie begins to examine her letters, reading each one off.

"Let's see, invite to a party, invite to a party, invite to a party, invite to another party, invite to have tea and brunch with the president..."

Upon reaching her last envelope, her eyes light up at the familiar name written on the front in blue pen.

"Oh, a letter from Ken!" The doll was brimming with excitement as she swiftly set the other envelopes down on her pink plastic table.

Opening the envelope from her boyfriend, the letter inside read:

Dear Barbie,

Ken, I come over to your house? 💙 💪

This is Ken btw

- Ken

A small giggle was given by the blonde at the cute letter. Ken was seriously the most adorable doll she's ever met. She should totes send him an answer.

...

At the Barbie Land Beach, the Barbies and Kens that were there were having a day of fun in the sun as the song "Wipe Out" played in the background.

Near the volleyball court, a thrilling match between Malibu Ken and another Ken was taking place. Other dolls watched the game with anticipation as they cheered for their favorite Ken.

The timer ticked as the two Kens were neck and neck. To win, one of them had to score an endpoint within the remaining 30 seconds.

Tossing the ball in the air, Ken serves the ball over the net to Malibu Ken, who hits it back.

The other Ken throws himself into the ball, but misses as it hits the ground.

Blowing his whistle, the score keeper flips a point down for Malibu Ken. He has 10, while the other Ken has 9, making him the winner.

As the crowd cheers for him, Malibu Ken pumps a fist in the air, exclaiming a "yes!".

"Ken, Ken!" A male voice calls out to him.

Turning around, Malibu Ken sees another Ken dressed in tennis attire rushing up to him with a letter.

Out of breath, the Ken bends down and places both hands on his knees as he pants for air.

He was exhausted from all that running.

The Ken then holds up the letter for Malibu Ken. "Message from Barbie," he breaths out.

Wait, Barbie?

His ladylove?

The Juliet to his Romeo?

His whole world?

She sent him a message?

Malibu Ken immediately takes the letter.

"Thanks, Ken!" He grins, high-fiving the other Ken.

"No problem, man." He huffs, throwing a weak thumbs up. Tired, Tennis Ken takes off slowly.

Opening the envelope from his girlfriend, the letter inside read:

Dear, Ken

Of course you can! ☺️

Sincerely,

Barbie 💓 💋

Ken's heart was ignited by the sweet and short message. His Barbie was a poetic genius. She had such a way with words.

He continued to smile like a puppy in love at the letter.

Nothing could ruin this moment for him.

Nothing.

Not even the beach ball that randomly hits him on the head.

"Sorry, Ken!" Someone apologizes off screen.

...

Barbie sat at the desk in her room, gazing down at Ken's latest letter as she giggled.

It read:

Dear Barbie,

Don't you mean, 'Of course you Ken' ? ���

This is still Ken btw

- Ken 💙

Setting the letter down, she adds the finishing touches to her own.

It read:

Dear, Ken

Lol! 🥰

- Barbie

After that, she gets up and goes to bed.

Pulling out her pink sleep mask, she puts it on.

The doll emits a soft sigh.

Raising up her hands, she claps twice, resulting in the lights going out.

Immediately, Barbie takes a trip to dream land.

Tommorrow, she'll deliver her letter to Ken in person. 💌

[miraclecherryblossomsblog]

💌🥰💭 for the ask game!!! :3

Hi! Thank u for sending in!

💌: What would a love letter from you f/o look like?

Dante: not letters, but I'm sure he would leave sticky notes around. I can see him just putting lil notes with things like "reminded me of you :>" or "you look hot as hell in those jeans ;)" even to dumb shit like making bad jokes or some XD

Vergil: I can see him making letters (old school boi hehe), probably poems or just short book quotes that reminded him of me 😢💕💕

Nero: Again, sticky notes kinda guy, but I can see him writting a letter or two...but I feel like they wouldn't be poetic or anything. Just straight to the point "Thank you for being with me" I can see him leaving notes when he would apologize when having fights.

😊💕(dont have that one): What little thing do they do that makes you happy?

Honestly for them just being around them, them just doing lil things like buying my favorite food/ candy, when they do the lil pout thing (they cute when grumpy hehe) AND PURRING! I like those headcanons where they can purr AND I WILL TAKE THAT TO THE CORE them just relaxing and letting the vibrations go, I know Dante got the loudest purr IT JUST FITS ITS GOTTA

💭: If you could read their mind, what thoughts would they have about you?

Dante: "She' so cute when she's angry"/ "her face is so quishy~"/"God I really love her...."/ "hehehe tummy~" *proceds to pinch my belly cuz he got no self control*

Vergil: "She's so...tiny.....so fragile...so soft..."/ "Does she have a volume button somewhere...?"/ "If I cannot protect her then I'm nothing, but a failure.."/ "Why does she bother? Why does she give her kindness to someone like me?" *soft Vergil moment*

Nero: "Stop being cute Godfdamnit!"/ "Please be ok please be ok please be ok please-"/ "she's angry isn't she..."/ "ARE THOSE SHORTS-" *procceds to have short circuit*

[anomalyaly]

Hellooo, Secret Valentine attack again! 💕💋

I have another, this time a bit bigger bunch of questions...

💜 For you —

1. When do you think is the right time to say "I love you" if there is? ❤️

2. If you have someone you expect flowers from, what kind of flowers are you expecting/would you like them to give you? 💐 & Small or large bouquet? 💕

3. Do you have any special plans for Valentine's Day? 🌹If so what are they, how do you celebrate this day, if you do? 💞

[you don't have to answer these if it's personal, of course🫶]

💙 For Elsie —

1. Has she ever written a love letter to someone? If so, what did it look like and who was the lucky person? 🤭

2. Did she ever receive a love letter from a secret admirer? 💌 If she did, what was her reaction to it? What did it look like? Did she find out who it was from later? If she did, what was her reaction to that? 💞

3. What colour means love to her if there is one? Maybe more than one? 🫠🎨

Aaaand this would be all for this ask! Hope you enjoy answering them and you have a lovely day or night! ☀️🌌

— your Secret Valentine 💕💋

Hello again, Secret Valentine!! Thank you for all the questions!!

💜1. I'm not sure there's any 'right' time to say "I love you." Love can mean lots of different things, and even those words can have to do with family, friends, or a relationship. I think it's important to tell the people we care about that we love them, and often. There are times I wish I would have said it more, so I don't really think there's a right time for it.

💜2. Oooo! Soooo my husband will get me flowers every once in a while and I love whatever he picks out! I get the most excited about sunflowers though, because where I live, we have such a short season for when they grow and they're so big and bright! I don't expect a big bouquet because of how large sunflowers can be, and I'm just happy to see them in my house to brighten up the room.

💜3. My husband and I are going to an Italian restaurant for dinner, just the two of us! I don't usually make a big deal out of Valentine's Day for myself for personal reasons, but I do like being able to spend time with him, just the two of us.

~

💙1. Elsie hasn't exactly written love letters, but she's written letters to people she cares about. At this point in my story, she's not very good about saying how she feels, so showing how she cares on paper is done in a very roundabout way. In the future though, "love letters" will be more of little notes she leaves Sebastian if they have to be apart from each other (which...some of them may be heartfelt, and others would probably say something like "don't do anything stupid while I'm gone" hahaha).

💙2. Haha WELLLLLL Elsie's story back at home living with Muggles is complicated. She's already "engaged" to the son of another wealthy family. Since the culture is very....reserved, to say the least, the letters she's received are very 'proper.' And since she doesn't care for the guy, she doesn't bother saving any of them. She'll regard them with an eyeroll before throwing them away.

Since becoming the 'hero of Hogwarts', I'm sure she's received notes here and there from secret admirers, but she wouldn't care to find out who they were from. Elsie would be embarrassed by it, think it's someone putting her on a pedestal just for being a hero, and tuck it away somewhere she'd forget about it- until Sebastian finds them and is like "WHAT IS THIS???" If anyone would be tracking down who sent them, it'd be him. Elsie couldn't care less.

💙3. Ooooo I'm cooking up a oneshot about this actually! Hehehehe I don't wanna say too much, but this is a great question! 🤭💛 (hint hint)

It's good to hear from you, Secret Valentine! I hope you have a wonderful day!

[fkinavocado]

Lhh and y/n got matched for a penpal thing back at school. It's been years now since they've written- y/n had pretty well forgotten all about him- when out of the blue he reaches out through social media: he's moving to her city and doesn't know anyone. Maybe they should meet up?

💣💥

in which you and Harry got matched for a penpal thing back in middle school (but it’s been 10 years now since you’ve last corresponded and you’ve pretty much forgotten all about him)- when out of the blue he reaches out through social media: he’s moving to your city and doesn’t know anyone. you meet at the local county fair and things… escalate quickly

A wish come true- Masterlist, Author’s Note & Warnings / alternatively, read on wattpad

A wish come true (word count: 5k)

You stared at your phone, blinking a few times but somehow, what you were looking at appeared to be very… real.

The name you’d immediately recognized. How could you not? You’d handwritten that name down so many times. You’d always secretly admired his fancy name. You wished yours could be so… posh. But, alas, you were american and he was british and that pretty much said it all.

But you hadn’t read his name or even thought about it in… years!

When you got a notification on facebook telling you that you had a message from someone outside your list of friends you almost didn’t check it out. Usually it was either spam or just weirdos that you had no mutual friends with that wanted to strike up a conversation (eek!). But when you saw the name, you immediately froze in place. You were walking home from work and you literally stopped in the middle of the street, causing someone to bump right into you, someone that probably hadn’t expected for you to come to a sudden halt.

You could see his name and right next to it, in a little tiny square, his profile photo and your heart just momentarily stopped beating.

You stepped to the side, in order for pedestrians to not have to make a beeline around you and even sat on the low fence in front of a building. Wow. You were finally going to find out, after all these years, what Harry Styles looked like.

Harry Styles.

Your english penpal you’d been assigned in school when you were 12. The boy you’d corresponded with for 3 years before you began highschool.

Back when people still wrote handwritten letters, before social media or even before you’d made an email account! For most of your classmates, this penpal thing was a pain in the ass, a chore. But for you and Harry it’d been fun. You’d both really clicked, enjoyed writing to each other, and you surprisingly had a lot in common for a couple of preadolescent kids of different genders, no less! That was pretty uncommon at an age where boys thought girls were “ewww” and still watched cartoons and girls only cared about boybands and whose breasts were bigger amongst their friends.

You liked Harry because he was funny, he made no grammar mistakes (as far as you could tell, anyway), had nice penmanship and always asked you lots of questions.

Letters took forever to reach him, and then the ones he’d send you back took forever to reach you, but whenever you had a letter in the mail and your parents told you it was from Harry your heart would jump in your throat.

You’d had a crush on him for the longest time. You had no idea what he looked like. Never even thought of asking for a photo! Which you could have, come to think of it now, but for some reason it just never occurred to you. But you just knew he had to be cute. Namely because, you knew- all british boys were cute. It was an unspoken rule. Prince Harry and William? Cute. David Beckham? Cute. Those were the only ones you knew of back then, but they surely must’ve made for a good enough representative sample.

You’d corresponded for about 3 years until you both started highschool and you were suddenly way too busy to keep it up, until you ended up only writing for holidays and eventually stopped altogether. You couldn’t even remember who was the last one to write. You’d genuinely forgotten all about him.

And now, there he was. In your inbox. His tiny profile pic just waiting for you to press on it and finally see what he looked like.

Sure, you were now both 25. A whole decade had passed since you’d last heard from each other. But, still, seeing that little notification brought back the same butterflies you used to feel whenever your mom told you “Your price wrote!”. She liked teasing you that he was a prince solely because he was from the UK and therefore, somehow, he must’ve been royalty, a distant relative to the royal family maybe- but of noble blood nonetheless. You always used to roll your eyes and tell her he was not royalty (you knew for certain, because you’d asked him, and was sorely disappointed when he replied back telling you that he was certainly not), and then try to hide your excitement until you’d get to your room where you opened up his letters with trembling fingers and a fluttering heart.

It was with a fluttering heart and, well, a trembling thumb that you finally pressed on his pic and were led to his facebook profile. As curious as you were to read his message, you needed to get this out of the way first and finally satisfy your curiosity.

When you saw his enlarged profile photo you ceased breathing altogether for a good few moments before you inhaled sharply, gaining some composure.

Jesus Christ.

Nothing, nothing could’ve prepared you for this.

You raised your head, looking away from your phone, shoulders slumping. After a few deep breaths your eyes went back to the screen and you squinted your eyes, bringing it closer to your face. How was he real? Was this a cruel joke the universe was playing on you?

He wasn’t even hot, that was an understatement. He was a freaking Adonis. This guy, this guy was the boy you used to talk to back when you were 12? The one you used to spend hours imagining what he must’ve looked like? The one you used to fantasize marrying in a palace in England (yeah, yeah, he wasn’t a prince, whatever)? The one whose last name you used to write next to your first name at the end of all your notebooks, practicing your new signature and imagining introducing yourself as such? The one… you imagined the first time you touched yourself and made yourself feel good?

This was him.

Holy smokes.

You kept staring at the picture. You realized you now couldn’t even remember what you’d imagined him looking like all those years ago. But yeah, it all added up. He’d told you what he looked like in his introductory letter: curly hair, green eyes, dimples, bunny teeth, lanky. And sure enough. It was all there. But there was certainly nothing “cute” about him.

Yeah, he held a playful glint in his eyes. But also danger. And excitement. And raw sex appeal. And you’d not been ready for it.

His hair was curly, sure, but it was long. His eyes were green but his gaze was intense. His dimples were prominent but they only made that sly smirk look even hotter. And his lankiness had translated into broad shoulders, legs that looked like they went on for miles, long, thick fingers, toned tattoo-clad arms and an half buttoned down shirt that gave you a peek of his well defined pectoral muscles as well as a few more tattoos.

You honestly couldn’t have known for how long you’d been sitting on the edge of that fence, but you suddenly realized you hadn’t even read his message.

When you finally opened it, it read <<Hi, Y/N! Harry here, hope you still remember me! If not this might prove a bit embarrassing, also, there are a few Y/N L/N from San Diego on facebook so I took a wild guess and chose the prettiest of the bunch. So if you’ve never had a british penpal in middle school, sorry; but you’re still hot and live in San Diego, and I’m moving there, so, hi! ;) But I’m really hoping this is *the* Y/N. Let me know :) >>

You read that over and over again. He was moving to San Diego??? Why??? How??? When???

He’d sent you the message 17 days ago, and only just saw the notification now since you really weren’t big on social media anymore. So you decided not to waste any more time:<<Well, if it isn’t *the* Harry Styles. After all these years! Excited to hear from you, old friend! What brings you to San Diego?! And yes hahah, it is me>>

<<Hmmm. Gotta be sure, though. What’s my middle name?>>

You blinked, since he replied back almost instantaneously <<Wow, I’m not used to hearing back from you so soon lol. It’s me, Edward :P>>

<<Wow. It really is you. I’m grinning like crazy, people are looking at me like I’m mental ahaha. And to answer your question. My job offered me a position in the US, and it was a choice between New York and California, and when they told me it was San Diego, California, I jumped the gun. Not everyday a bloke gets to make a childhood wish come true eh?>>

<<Honestly I saw your message while walking back home from work and I’ve been standing here in the middle of the street staring at your profile for God knows how long. I’m not even ashamed to admit it>>

<<Ahahah good. I was beginning to feel a bit bashful for feeling so excited to finally have you reply to my message! But as nice as it is outside today I’m sure you’re dying to get home already, so hit me up when you do, alright?>>

<<You’re here already?!>>

<<Yeah :)>>

You squealed, actually causing a few heads to turn which reminded you of where you were and you finally resumed your way back home, all giddy.

*

“How was your day?” your mom asked from the kitchen as you rushed upstairs after greeting her

“Good!” you couldn’t hide the excitement in your voice so it was no surprise to you when you heard her come after you upstairs

“Oh? Did Sam call?”

You rolled your eyes. You didn’t even wanna hear about your stupid ex today

“Mom. Stop asking me about him. We’re over. Why can’t you accept that?”

“Well then, what happened? You’re all flustered”

You looked at her, biting your lip and then fished out your phone from your bag. You realized you hadn’t accepted his friend request yet so you did that first, and then went to his photos. You resisted the urge to look at the rest of them and showed your mom his profile pic instead.

She pushed her glasses further up her nose and looked at the screen intently “My, my. And who might this be? Looks like trouble…” she couldn't help but mumble the last bit earning a squint from you

“He’s… my prince” you grinned at her, stupidly

She furrowed her brows “Y/N… I don’t know who this man is, but… don’t you think you’re getting a bit ahead of yourself? You only just came out of a 2 year relationship…”

“First of all” you grunted, snatching the phone away from her “I didn’t just get out of my relationship with Sam, we broke up 4 months ago. Second of all… mom… he’s him. Harry. My british penpal? Remember?”

You watched as realization slowly dawned on your mother, her expression morphing into one of excitement and shock “Get out! Lemme see him again!” she snatched the phone back and you giggled “Goodness! He’s a looker! Never would have guessed!”

“What?! What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I just mean, englishmen aren’t exactly known for their good looks”

You scoffed “Excuse you? Where did you come up with that? On the contrary! Never mind that… but can you believe it? After all these years, I finally get to put a face to his name. And best of all is that he’s moved here!”

“He what?”

“Yeah! That’s why he looked me up! He got a job opportunity in San Diego and immediately thought of me and decided to look me up and reach out!”

“Are you gonna meet him?”

“Of course!” you then froze “Wait. I mean. I think I am? He didn’t exactly ask to meet me…”

“Don’t be silly! Of course he wants to, why else would he have reached out? God, Y/N! That’s so exciting! You finally get to meet your childhood friend! Oh, I remember how happy you always were to receive his letters, I swear they made your face light up. It was so cute! And he genuinely seemed like such a nice boy. Certainly didn’t expect him to look like that though.”

You laughed “Like what?! And I mean, he certainly didn’t look like that when we were corresponding, obviously. Ok. He asked me to message him when I got back home. I’ll let you know” that was your mom’s queue to leave and thankfully she did without you having to ask her to.

You weren’t really used to living at home anymore. You’d lived in a dorm at uni and then moved in with Sam and you’d only just moved back home when you broke up with him. So this was still an adjustment and you were planning on getting your own place but finding decent rent was proving a tad more difficult than you’d anticipated. You certainly didn’t enjoy living with your parents at 25 but you didn’t necessarily hate it, either. It was more the feeling that you had to take a step back that bothered you. That and them being their usual nosey selves.

<<Ok. I made it home. So how long have you been in town?>>

<<Not long enough to know my way around it. Maybe you could show me?>>

You bit your lower lip. You could have totally been reading too much into it, but you didn’t care at this point. You really felt compelled to give this your best shot. You somehow felt like you’d just won the lottery and you only had a short timeframe in which you could claim your prize

<<Ok. I’ll play the tour guide. Incidentally, there’s a very popular fair ongoing this weekend. We could start there if you like>>

<<This weekend, meaning starting today?>>

You grinned stupidly as his message popped up in the chat box <<Yeah, starting this evening>>

<<Great. It’s a date! Where should I pick you up?>>

Your breath caught. This was real, and it was just now hitting you. You’d be meeting him today. Not to mention, a date???! You squealed for the second time that day and you were certain you were well over the acceptable age for doing so. That being said, you weren’t about to meet him for the first time at your front door, no. And have it be awkward till you got there, God forbid? Hell, no. <<Let’s meet at the gates there, see if we can recognize eachother based solely on our facebook pics. A little social experiment, if you will ahaha>>

<<Oh yeah, no. That’s just a pic of my favorite actor>> You momentarily froze until you saw him type in his next message <<Wow, don’t tell me you really believed that. You know me better than that, Y/N. Tsk tsk…>>

You sent him an😅 emoji but still went back to his profile and checked his other pics and it was even more unnerving seeing him from different angles, in different instances like an actual living, breathing, real man.

<<Did you just check? 😂>>

<<Oh shut up. Meet you there at 7pm?>>

<<Alright. Can’t wait :)>>

You smiled like a loon, going back to stare at his pics some more and also find out more about him from his bio. You were surprised to see he was a photographer, but apparently he wasn’t a freelancer since he mentioned his company relocated him for work.

Ok, ok. No more snooping. You wanted to be surprised, if you were being honest. You already were beyond surprised, actually. And besides, you had to figure out what you were wearing to the fair, on your date with your… prince. Queue dreamy sigh. And why the hell not? This was definitely up there with any fairytale you’d ever read.

*

You got there 5 minutes late, you didn’t wanna seem desperate after all, and you may have told the uber driver to take his time just to make sure you didn’t get there early.

The place was packed, of course, so your heart was pounding as your eyes scanned the crowd at the gates, trying to find him. Turns out spotting a 6 foot man wasn’t all that hard especially if he had long hair and was devastatingly handsome, and when you zeroed in on him you realized he’d been watching you all along as he stood there with his hands in the pockets of his denim jacket, a sly smirk on his face and a faraway look in his eyes.

He started walking his way up towards you as you closed in the distance between the two of you yourself, and you met halfway, both mirroring each other’s smile “Hi” you quipped

“Hello” shit, was he british “Can’t believe I finally get to meet you” he added, his dimples deepening and you absolutely couldn’t stop your eyes from roaming all over his features

“You really do have bunny teeth” you couldn’t help yourself. You wanted to facepalm yourself but it was too late, he was already chuckling

“You remembered that?” he furrowed his brows slightly, smilingly, his eyes roaming all over your face too, taking you in

“Of course. I used to re-read your letters till you’d send me the next one. I remember everything you’ve ever told me” you shrugged. Hopefully, this didn’t sound weird. You were kids, after all. Surely he could relate?

He nodded “Yeah, I used to do that too. Go figure”

“So, do I look anything like you were expecting? ‘Cause I sure as hell wasn’t expecting… this” you gestured, head to toe and he laughed

“Hope you’re not too disappointed” he raised an eyebrow as you two started walking amongst the crowds of fairgoers

“Not at all. Somehow everything you ever told me about yourself still stands, which is pleasantly surprising”

He hummed, nodding “Well, I didn’t expect you to be this pretty, if I’m being honest”

You gasped “I don’t know whether to feel flattered or insulted right now”

“‘M just being honest” he shrugged, a shy smile on his lips “Definitely extremely pleasantly surprised” he raised an eyebrow

You sighed, trying to hide your grin “Well, I’m gonna choose to ignore the fact that all that time you thought I was ugly”

“I never said that” he clarified “Of course I imagined you were nice looking, but never dreamt I’d one day meet you and you’d be… like this”

You furrowed your brows “Like what?”

“.... Fucking gorgeous”

You just stared at him for a moment, your gazes locking until you finally couldn’t handle the intensity and broke eye contact like a coward, tucking a stray hairlock behind your ear and clearing your throat “So, uhm. What have you been up to all these years? I don’t know how we ever lost touch”

“I do” he laughed incredulously. “‘Twas when you started dating that… what was it… Robert fellow”

You furrowed your eyebrows, slowing down till you came to a halt and he followed suit “What, you mean Brad? Oh my God. You’re right. I totally didn’t realize... “

“Yeah” you both resumed walking aimlessly amongst the crowd “You told me about it in your last letter, I wrote you back… and then I never heard from you again”

“Oh my gosh. Wow. That was really shitty of me” you widened your eyes looking out into space

“Yeah, it was. My first heartbreak”

You laughed at that but then you caught his eye and you ceased laughing “No way. Really? Get out!”

He shrugged, his hands still in his pockets “Had to happen sooner or later, I guess. Else I’d have probably still been a virgin, pinning over this girl all the way across the ocean” he laughed a humorless laugh and you laughed back but you wondered just how hurt he’d really felt back then. Had it been him to “ghost” you like that, you’d have probably felt pretty shitty yourself.

“I’m sorry, Harry. I didn’t realize, to be honest. In fact when I saw your message today I tried to remember the last time we corresponded and couldn’t figure out why we’d ever stopped. I hadn’t even put two and two together. But that thing with… that Brad guy, was just a stupid… whatever it was. We never even kissed. It wasn’t that. I just got super busy with highschool, like, I wasn’t expecting the workload”

“Y/N” he chuckled. “Relax. It’s alright. Whatever your motives, we couldn’t be penpals for ever, could we? Someone had to rip the band aid off. Had we said our goodbyes it would’ve been lamer. This way I at least got to romanticize the idea of having had an impossible long distance romance, fate brought us together but then separated us and all that jazz. Made for some good stories, the ladies ate it up”

You threw your head back, laughing “Oh, no! You’re the worst! Well looks like fate had more in store for us” you nudged his shoulder playfully and the corner of his lips immediately quirked up as he half smiled at you from beneath his long eyelashes and you knew that Harry definitely hadn’t needed that sob story to get the ladies hooked, they’d probably been fawning over him all along “Wanna get cotton candy?”

“Please”

Cotton candy in tow, you resumed your aimless walking “This fair is nothing like I expected it to be, either”

“How so?”

“It’s just… a lot bigger compared to what I’m used to back home. But then again, most things are”

“Yeah, we get that a lot from europeans. You put it nicely compared to what I’ve heard so far, though”

“Well, I am on my best behavior tonight. Complete gentleman” he raised his eyebrows

“Just be yourself. I know you” you smiled and he smiled back

“Alright. Duly noted” he winked and you could feel yourself blush, realizing he may have interpreted that a tad differently than what you’d intended, but you didn’t mind it in the slightest.

“Merry go round?”

“Thought you’d never ask”

As with the cotton candy, Harry insisted on paying and you then hopped onto your seat.

You couldn’t help but shrink into the seat a bit when you started gaining altitude and Harry gave you a pointed look “Y/N, are you afraid of heights by any chance?” he hummed playfully

“Maybe a tiny bit”

He laughed “Why’d you suggest the merry go round then?”

“I mean, everything here revolves around heights. And coming to the fair was my idea”

He placed his arm around your shoulders, pressing you to his side securely “Hey. It’s alright. You’re safe with me” you were shaking, you hadn’t even realized

“I’m just… a bit chilly”

He wanted to remove his hand from around your shoulders and you grabbed it, holding it with both hands against your chest “I was only going to give you my denim jacket”

“Maybe when we get back down”

He chuckled “Shit, you’re scared senseless aren’t you?”

“Just… distract me. Tell me something else, what else have you been doing all these years?”

“Want me to distract you?”

“Yeah--”

But you never got to finish your sentence. His other hand snuck under your chin, nudging your face upwards and he quickly bent to kiss you. You squeezed the hand you were holding with both of yours as you kissed him back and you literally felt like you were floating on air- and not just because you kind of literally were.

After getting acquainted with his incredibly soft lips properly, his tongue started licking your pillowy ones ever so gently, and his teeth began tugging at your lower one and before you knew it you were the one pushing your own tongue against his when he used it next and that’s when you really lost your mind. Harry kissed you in earnest, his mouth devouring yours and you felt as though it was one wrong move, and you’d both trip over the secure railing of your seat. But you didn’t care. All you cared about was having that kiss go on for as long as possible. His free hand came to rest on your naked knee, your sundress only covering half your thighs and he caressed your soft skin there in time with the thrusts of his tongue. His kiss was practiced, effortless and absolutely searing. Before you knew it, though, the ride came to a halt when you felt someone remove the barrier and you both had to unglue yourselves from the other as if woken up from a fever dream.

“Wow, that couldn’t have been three ride’s worth, surely”

“What? You paid for three rides?”

“Yeah. How come everything is bigger but shorter, here, huh? How’s that for an oxymoron”

You laughed “Oh ok, no need to use posh words, you’ve impressed me already”

He nodded “Have I, then?”

“I’d say you have” you bit your lower lip and he leaned in for another kiss

“Cotton candy never tasted sweeter” he hummed against your lips

“That’s just american sweeteners, you’ll get used to that too” you giggled and you could feel him smiling against your lips. He then shrugged out of his denim jacket and placed it over your shoulders, as promised “Thanks” you actually put in on properly, it was getting kind of chilly, especially considering how hot and bothered you’d gotten after those kisses

“How about we skip the tall rides?”

You pouted “Is this your way of telling me you’ll not be distracting me anymore?”

“Gotta say, I’m loving this surprise factor more and more by the minute”

“Likewise” you batted your eyelashes at him a bit then pointed to the right “Bumper cars?” Harry grimaced and you worried “What’s wrong?”

“I know you said I could just be myself but I’m afraid if I show you my competitive side you’re gonna bolt”

You laughed whole heartedly at that one “Bring your A game, then. You haven’t seen my competitive side either”

His eyebrows shot up at that “Game on, then”

And game on it was. You each seized your own bumper car, Harry wouldn’t tell you for how many rounds he paid, and you proceeded to corner the other and to deliver the worst hits possible. Harry really wasn’t holding back, worrying his lower lip between his teeth and sporting that scowl you noticed he had on everytime he was contemplating something. And it was so hot that you could barely focus on kicking his ass.

When he stood up after the 5th round you whined loudly “Nooooo! It was rigged! I demand a recount! Another round! You did this on purpose! I bet you paid for another round but you’re ending this now so that the score is in your favor!”

He walked towards you with a huge grin plastered on his stupid smirking face, holding out his hand to help you out of your bumper car “Don’t be a sore loser, sweetheart. I won. Fair and square”

“Fair and square my foot!” you refused his hand, slightly stumbling your way out of the bumper car arena and onto the grass. He chased after you, finally catching up and grabbing you by the waist from behind

“Where do you think you’re running off to?” he plastered his lips against the shell of your ear “Winner gets a prize. Them’s the rules”

“Oh… go fuck yourself!” you grunted, frustratedly

“I’d rather you did” he hummed, biting your earlobe and you melted against him forgetting all about your childish tantrum over who won.

You gasped in mock surprise “That’s not very gentlemanly at all”

“I know” he roamed his hands down your sides over your thighs “I’m just heeding your advice, remember? You’re the one who told me to just be myself. I like this dress. Even got pockets” he pointed out, pushing his hands inside said pockets and you gasped again feeling his fingers now hovering just slightly over the front of your damp panties, only the fabric of the inside of the pockets and your lingerie between you.

“I guess I had it coming, then. What prize did you have in mind?”

“Can I show you?”

You bit the inside of your cheek in anticipation “Yes?...”

He started kissing down your neck, holding you flush against his front and to any passerby you probably just looked like a couple of lovebirds having a cute cuddle, his face buried in your hair. And everyone seemed to be so engrossed with the fair rides that you were sure nobody even cared about what you two were up to, between rides on the grass away from the main strip.

When he sucked in the delicate skin of your neck and you gasped, he finally ghosted his fingers against your core and you shuddered “Harry…”

“Shh. I’m here. I got you” You grabbed onto his bicep, feeling his muscles flex as he traced his fingertips up and down your folds through the fabric “Gonna make a mess of this dress, aren’t you sweet girl?”

“Fuck!”

He chuckled biting at your earlobe again “You’re gonna get us caught. Or is that what you want? Do you want people to see? Want them to see me make you feel good in the middle of this fair?” he applied pressure to your clit and your knees buckled but he held you upright “Who would’ve known such a sweet little thing could be so dirty? Hm?”

He was working your clit masterfully, even through all that fabric and you knew you’d have to bite your tongue to keep quiet. You were completely out of your mind with lust. His proximity, the way he smelled, the way he felt hard and taught against your soft body, the way he held you and, most of all, the way he kissed and touched you were doing inexplicable things to you. You’d never felt like this for anyone, ever before. And this was Harry. You knew him, but you didn’t know him. You felt safe with him like you would with an old friend, but you also felt the excitement of meeting someone for the first time. When he applied just the right amount of pressure and you arched your back slightly, he ground against your ass, letting you know exactly how much what he was doing to you turned him on and it was the last straw. He sucked on your pulse point just as you came violently against his fingers, hoping upon hope that you weren’t being too obvious to anyone that might’ve watched the two of you and you could feel him smiling against the skin of your neck.

“Let’s see what other games I can win at. Would love to taste some more of that american sweetener you mentioned earlier” he winked at you as you looked at him from underneath heavy eyelids trying to regain your composure, your eyes widening when you finally realized what he was referring to and you could already imagine him going down on you behind a trailer somewhere.

Suddenly losing to him sounded wildly tempting, but you were also dying to claim your prizes as well.

Either way, it was a win-win.

He fished out a polaroid camera out of the pockets of his denim jacket you were wearing, took a pic of you and hummed watching it develop rapidly “Not that I could ever forget that, but I wanna look at this and picture you exactly as you are now”

“And how is that?”

“...Like a wish come true”

Through the viewfinder

A/N: sooooo. this happened, again. yeah i'm wrapping this up at 6:30 am. you can let me have it, i deserve it. my inbox is full, i promised a concept night, i only fished out 3 last weekend and promised this weekend i'd go through all of them and in stead, i manage just the one. i'm sorry. i just can't write short pieces 🤷‍♀️i'm also extremely tempted to turn this one into a miniseries too 💀💀💀 (later edit: i did, i linked it just now, Through the viewfinder ) i'm incorrigible. hope you enjoyed though 💋

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romance movies are my favorite genre of film to watch— i love a good love story. these all have plenty of romance and glamour to satiate your needs this valentine’s day weekend ✨

1. the photograph

mae morton finds a photograph that leads her to look more into her late mother’s early life, which leads her to meet journalist michael block, who is doing research for a story that is connected to mae. 

i love this film because, it’s not a traumatic black love story. there is drama (obvi) but it’s soft. it’s sweet. it’s complex. it’s sexy. it has issa rae AND lakeith stanfield. hello?! we love it.

2. letters to juliette

american writer, sophie, travels to italy with her fiancé where she discovers “the secretaries of juliette” — a group of women who answer letters people write to juliette of the famed story ‘romeo and juliette’. sophia finds an unanswered letter from 1957 from a woman named claire and writes back. from there, sophie, claire, and claire’s stoic grandson charlie, search high and low for claire’s lost love.

i just think this movie is really sweet, and i like how it focuses on how love can be found at any age.

3. my big fat greek wedding

toula porto kales is a 30 year old misfit in her greek orthodox family who is confused why she hasn’t done her daughterly duties: marry a greek man and make greek babies. toula has always wanted different: she’s always wanted to be prettier, more out going, and she’s always wanted to fall in love. toula decides to take a class and that inspires her to put effort into herself and this leads to her to finding the love of her life and finally taking charge of her life.

i know some people hate the “ugly duckling to swan trope” but i really like it in and in this movie, it feels like through this, toula heals a lot of her childhood insecurities. it’s so precious the lengths ian goes to be with toula, because he genuinely loves her.

4. baggage claim

montana moore is an air hostess in her 30’s who’s mother is constantly pressuring her to get married, especially since her little sister just got engaged. now, montana is scurrying all across the country to find a potential husband before her sister walks down the aisle.

this film is so funny and a good time. it also has a brilliant cast of actors and is one of those cute “love is right around the corner” kind of love stories.

5. how to marry a millionaire

3 ambitious models rent a luxurious new york penthouse in an effort to find wealthy husbands.

this is an old film but it’s a classic. i love marilyn monroe in this, and the OUTFITS? peek 1950’s chic and glam.

6. gentlemen prefer blondes

lorelei lee (marilyn monroe) and her best friend dorothy shaw (jane russell) are ultra glam american show girls on their way to france so that lorelei can marry her lover, even though his father forbids it.

i think this film created some of marilyn monroe’s most iconic on-screen looks. she sings “diamonds are a girl’s best friend” in the super replicated pink dress. it’s also just a really great musical and fun.

7. sylvie’s love

sylvie parker is a music loving good girl working in her parent’s record shop in new york. one day she meets robert halloway, a jazz sax player, who her father hires to work in the shop. sylvie and robert bond over music and television and a beautiful romance blossoms.

this movie has only been out for just over 2 years and it holds such sentimental value for me. i think it’s a beautiful, gentle love story, set in the 60’s. i think this is definitely top 2 for me.

8. crazy rich asians

chinese-american economics professor rachel chu accompanies her boyfriend to singapore for his best friends wedding and also to meet his family. come to find out they are THE richest family in singapore.

despite the criticisms this film gets (which are valid), i love it! i love the opulence, i love the drama, and i love everything about this. minorities in luxury will always be my vibe.

9. beauty and the beast (2017)

tale as old as time, tune as old as song. this is the classic story of a beautiful maiden melting the ice cold heart of a ferocious beast, but this is the most (?) modern version and it was shot live action.

i think this is my favorite disney live action adaptation. i’ve always related to belle as my favorite princess because she loves to read. i also love the ending number (ari + john legend did what they needed to do) just a heart warming film.

10. enchanted

giselle is a fair maiden from the andalasia meets a handsome prince who rescues her and they agree to marry, but giselle is tricked by the prince’s wicked step mother who transports her to new york city, where she meets robert and his daughter morgan, who introduce her to the real world.

this is the film that gave us the song ‘ever ever after’ by carrie underwood! need i say more? ok, i will. the gowns, the music, the found family just melts your heart.

please feel free to add to this list with your suggestions!