#also idk if I mentioned this in a different reblog or not (I fell asleep way too many times)

[chuuyaa-nakaharaa]

No, I was just overwhelmed and yelling back. Something I normally did a lot.

I mean, I loved you after all. I didn't really want someone I love to just insult me.

The voices

— @dazaii-osamuu

What?

[olive-fics]

Abby Anderson comforting you on your period *giggles and twirls hair*

VERY SMALL NSFW JOKE AT END NOT PROOF READ IM SLEEPY!

-Simple Abby headcannons and how she would comfort you on your period. Fluff

-Mention of blood ofc don't act surprised.

For the girls and the gays, Men DNI !!!!!!! (Please)

-Abby is the type of girl to come over at any given time of the day just because you texted her you feel sick from your period. "Abby,My cramps hurt so bad-” “On my way princess.” anything. JHFDJKGHNDF.

-Abby would tell you a time she’d be there and end up late, why? Because she was looking for one of her hoodies you enjoy so much and she was at the local Walgreen’s picking up your favorite snacks, drinks, tylenol (cramp relief meds), pajamas or a throw blanket for you. (Walgreens is a drugstore btw!)

-Comforting Abby would let you sit on her lap, lay on her, anything. She wanted you to be comfy.

-Abby could handle blood unlike many who find it gross. Abby thought that was ignorant and rude and she wants you to always be comfy around her. She adored you. <3

-As much as Abby always gives you her full attention, she always makes sure to give you more attention when aching like this. She knows how needy or clingy you can get, Abby would shower you with kisses, hugs, and sometimes gifts.

-Omfg I feel like Abby would give the best like back rubs or scalp massages with her muscular fingers. Abby wouldn’t stop after like 5 min either with the lame excuse of like “My hands are tired..” She would keep going until you either fell asleep or told her enough.

-Abby would carry you literally everywhere, bathroom, Bedroom, Kitchen too if you didn't already make Abby get you everything.

-Abby didn’t mind your mood swings if you even got them around her, she would take them calmly, never yell back and always let you come back when you’re ready. (Idk if that makes sense but like she’s giving u time and that’s hot LOL)

-Back to the Abby not minding the blood, If you mentioned any concern about bleeding on her or in her bed she would shush you so fast. “shh..Shh..Shhh..I don’t care My love.” or something sappy to make you giggle.

-Abby knew your attention span on your period was VERY limited so to keep you happy Abby always brought her Nintendo switch to play Mario kart. (duh.) every time you and Abby played Mario Kart it was like sports to you two. Abby normally picks Dry bones or Bowser.. But guess who also did? You. It was like a damn race alone to just see who could pick it first. Of course you both could be the same character but you liked to see the different characters plastered across the screen. In desperate times like this though? Abby would always ‘accidentally’ miss-click so you could always win and get the character you wanted, Abby just loved to see you laugh at her.

-Yk how Abby said she would do anything for you? She meant literally any type of relief to ease your pain.. even if that meant-🧛

My friend gave me this idea and it made me think..so..

Reblogs are appreciated!

I have anonymous requests in my bio! Send me SFW. requests! Head-cannons on TLOU characters or smth idk LOL.

Okay Drink water girls. <3

[randominagines]

Request: hiii love, could you write an ouat Peter Pan X fem reader in which they are fuckfriends and she gets hurt during a battle (against someone idk) and he saves her? Maybe smut? Idk you decide

Requested by: anon

Pairing: Peter Pan (ouat) X fem!reader

Warning: Whump, Smut, violence, blood, a lot of sex references

P.s. if you find any mistake please correct me, English is not my mother tongue and I want to improve. Reblog, if you can, it helps a lot, thank you💕

P.p.s. gif belongs to the creator

Carelessness

"Shit" Y/n said in the moment she noticed her sword was missing. Pirates were pretty tedious but it was usually almost funny fighting them. It was okay for Peter welcoming a random battle sometimes, he said it was good to keep all the boys alert and he had this capacity to turn everything into a game, but introducing in the camp and stealing some of their weapons? Mostly outrageous. Peter was mad.

"Bunch of idiots, no one steals from Peter Pan" He whispered between his teeth, his eyes looking at the empty wood box y\n and some others used to keep the swords in. "They must have suicidal thoughts, there is no other explanation" Felix said and shrugged, his scar shining in the light of the moon.

"Where is Y/n?" Peter asked with urgency in his voice; she immediately walked toward him.

"I'm here" She said and he turned to look at her.

"How many of them?" He asked. All the Lost Boys were quite; when Peter was in a bad mood things were always tensed up.

"This morning I checked and they were almost thirty" She said; she was one of Peter's closest member of the crew and she was his eyes around the island, not to mention that she was her fuckfriend.

"Good... Boys, go collect your weapons, we're paying a little visit to the pirates tonight" The boys started to cheer up and run all around the camp, they were exited about the battle to come. As soon as everyone came back to the center of the camp, Peter spoke again.

"I know you are looking forward to killing those bastards, but remember to be careful: this time they have our swords and I don't need to remind you of the Dreamshade we soaked them it. Don't let the blades touch your skin" The atmosphere suddenly got darker. The Lost Boys looked at each other in concern, but they would never had given up on a proper battle. As soon as Felix gave the okay and walked toward the beach, all of the Boys started to follow him.

"Y\n?" Peter gently grabbed her by her arm and pulled her toward him, she stopped walking and looked at him in confusion.

"Peter, what's wrong?" She whispered those words. They used to be very discreet, almost indifferent to each other when the boys were around, besides they didn't want anyone to realize: she considered all of the Boys like brothers, but she felt an attraction toward him that wasn't fraternal at all and he felt the same. Since she arrived, a year before, they started to fight a lot but also to admire each other, untill they ended up sleeping together.

"I'd love you not to show your usual carelessness toward your life, just this once" He said putting a finger toward her chin and raising her head, she chuckled looking at him: she had to admit she was pretty reckless, but the battle gave her such an adrenaline that she couldn't help herself but forget the safety rules.

"I'll see what I can do" She joked and winked at him, she also gave him a very quick kiss on his lips, followed by a teasing bite. "Don't worry about me, save your strength to fuck me later instead" She whispered bringing her lips closer to his ear.

"Don't tease me, babe, or you won't be able to stop screaming all night long" He said and grinned looking at her.

"I should tease you more often then" she said and bit her lower lip, he rolled his eyes in frustration: he wanted her now. She gave him one last look and turned around. He puffed in frustration as looking at her joining the rest of the boys and accepting a sword that Felix was offering her. That girl really was a pain in the ass.

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The pirates were surely taller and more robust than all of the Boys, but they hadn't done a good job: the battle was almost over and the Lost Boys hadn't lost a single member while the pirates were almost all dead. Y/n was just looking around searching for the sword they had stolen from her: the one Felix lent to her was not bad, but hers was balanced in the perfect way, besides it was less heavy and with a smaller haft. She had just spotted her sword when she decided to go and get it back.

"Where are you going?" Her best friend, Tyler, stoped her; he was covered in sand and sweat. She cleaned his face from the dirt and pointed at her sword.

"I'll come with you" he said, he had an instinct of protection toward her. They walked toward the dead bodies. The corpse of a pirate was still holding her sword in his left hand, the blood colouring the whole blade. Tyler reached out to take it when the man's opened his eyes: before he could even realize what was about to happen, he used his last strength to raise his torso and he would have soaked the blade in his stomach, but y\n pushed him aside so the sword ended up thrusting in her left hip. She immediately looked down and opened her eyes wide, her own blood was dripping down her leg and she was so shocked she couldn't even perceive any pain. The man looked at her and gave her one last smile before letting himself go: while falling down on his back, he pulled the sword out and she finally screamed in pain.

"Peter, Y/n is hurt" Tyler called out for Peter in disbelief and before she could say anything she started to feel her legs weakening. She was kneeling down when she felt Peter's arm catching her.

"Oh my... fuck!" He almost shouted while slowly laying her on the ground. Y/n felt the cold sand behind her back, almost a shocking contrast opposed to the warmth of the blood running down her leg and soaking her trousers.

"What the fuck happened?" Peter asked, his voice filled with terror and madness. Y/n was starting to realize that she was about to pass out: her view was clouded, she felt drops of cold sweat running down her forehead and she couldn't perceive her body with clearness anymore. It took all of her strength to raise he torso and look at the wound: the black of the poison was drawing spirals around the deep cut, the Dreamshade was running through her body already. "Stay still" Peter commanded her while working his magic on her, his hands were shaking. "Fuck fuck fuck, the battle tired me out, my magic is not on top; besides she is losing too much blood, I can't close the wound with the poison still inside. I need to take her back to my place" He said, frustration dominating his every word and move. As always, his bad mood was reflecting in the weather: big dark clouds were massing over them. She looked at his hands: they were red, red like the fire, she knew that it was her blood colouring them. He raised her from the ground by taking her body into his arms, it was almost like she weighed nothing. She realised that they were flying and smiled, she always wanted to fly like him.

"Don't worry, I'm going to fix this" He tried to reassure himself more than her, she held him with her hands crossed behind his shoulders and nodded.

"I am sorry.... Looks like I've acted carelessly again" She whispered while closing her eyes, she felt tired and cold. He chuckled while flying over the forest.

"I wasn't expecting anything different" He nervously joked. He tried to focus on what to do but he seriously was worried, what if magic wouldn't have been enough? No. It had to be enough. He wouldn't have lost her. She smiled and slowly fell asleep, he gave a quick look at her and couldn't stop thinking about the fact that if he wasn't going to be successful he wouldn't have been able to live with himself.

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The sun. It was the first thing she saw when she opened her eyes. Rays of sunshine were penetrating through the roof made out of branches. The brightness of the sun made the leaves look almost white. She was in Peter's house. She squeezed her eyes and tried to stand up but, in the moment she raised her torso, an excruciating pain crossed her hip and stomach.

"Shit!" She exclaimed and laid back down. Her hands touching her wound, it was warm.

"Don't move, you could get hurt" Peter's voice made her turn left: he was sitting in a chair, his green eyes fixed on her and his hands crossed under his chin. He looked relieved.

"Thank you, I noticed" She said and he chuckled. He stood up and walked toward the bed. Before she could say anything he lifted her shirt and checked the bandaging.

"You need another couple of days to get back on your feet, at least the wound is not bleeding anymore anytime you move" He said and looked at her, she nodded and tried to sit up with her back against the wall. It was a bit painful but totally bearable if done slowly. "Good girl" He said and smirked at her, she rolled her eyes.

"Why would you say such a thing right now that I can't fuck you?" She asked in frustration, he chuckled and got closer to her; he caressed her cheek and runner his fingers toward her neck, then closed them around it and pulled her toward him. She moaned before he kissed her: the kiss was urgent, deep, passionate. He had seriously feared that he could have lost her, he never stopped thinking that he cared about her more than how he believed. Sex was amazing with that girl but almost losing her gave him the certainty that she was so much more than that for him. She was caressing the back of his head while pulling his hair, her body barely moving because of her pain but he knew her, she wanted more and he wanted more too, but that was not the time.

"Babe, stop..." He whispered on her lips, she gave him one last kiss before puffing in frustration. He looked at her and gently moved a lock of her Y/c/h behind her ear.

"I want you" She said, her voice filled with desire. He cursed internally.

"Y/n, I want you too, more than anything, but we must have a little patience" He said and caressed her lips with his thumb, she nodded and kissed it.

"Thank you, you saved my life" she said and put her hand on his chest, he smiled while sitting next to her and gently pulling her in his arms, she felt safe.

"And you saved Tyler's, you have been brave" He said and gave her a kiss on her head, she shrugged while caressing his chest.

"I admit that I hadn't realized that pirate was still alive" She confessed and looked at him, he kissed her quickly.

"I admit that the idea of losing you almost drove me crazy" He confessed and she looked at him in confusion. Did she really matter that much to him? She couldn't imagine... She always had feelings for him, since they started having sex, but confessing them? She thought she was just a fuckfriend for him.

"Really?" She asked, pure amazement in her voice, he nodded.

"Y/n, I really care about you" He said and she frowned in surprise before speaking. "I thought I was just..."

"Sex? I thought so too, but seeing you on the floor, all of that blood on your legs, the Dreamshade turning your hips and stomach black, your face as pale as the moon... It made me realize that I don't want to lose you, nor now neither never" His voice was gentle as it had never been before. Y/n was pleasurably surprised of that much sweetness, she didn't even know this version of Peter Pan existed, but she liked it.

"So, we're not fuckfriends anymore?" She teased him and he shook his head laughing.

"I'm still fucking you, babe; but we can see how it goes from now on and being open to eventual feelings" he said caressing her hair, she smiled and bit her lower lip, she couldn't been happier.

"I love the idea" She said while running her fingers between his neck and chest.

"Of me fucking you or the part about the feelings?" He asked joking and she pulled him toward her lips.

"Both" She said and grinned; before she could say anything else, he kissed her again.

[keiyoomi]

farewell, mr. almost

⤜ pairing: k. shinsuke x reader; k. shinsuke x oc

⤜ word count: 1,012 words

⤜ genre: angst ✨

⤜ note: this is a rewritten version of my old work with the same title. hopefully, this is better than that one. also, this is my entry to the server collab that i’ve reblogged earlier. i really can’t wait to read your reactions after reading this. 

hi. @vixen-scribbles​​, here’s my entry.

⤜ now playing: ang iwasan by moira dela torre

⤜ acknowledgement 👀: to ate @weyheyjxlya who’s racing against deadline like me. hahahahahahha! to @samuthots who read this before I posted it and gained their reaction. HAHAHAHAHA! Thank you! For reading this and Paalam. To mav (idk what your tumblr un is. hahahahah!) thank you for reading this beforehand. To @cuntosaurus hahahahhahaha! thank you for reading b. HAHAHAHAHAHA!

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An unfortunate event.

Some would say it was merely an unfortunate event.

But there are others who claims that it was a divine intervention.

“Osamu-kun,” you called upon entering his shop. He immediately turn around and welcomed you and your baby with a warm smile. “May I speak with you for a moment?” Osamu orders one of his employee to take care of the shop while he speaks with you. Then, he gestured you to follow him in his office.

Your five-month old baby coos upon seeing Osamu. He chuckles before taking little Hisashi from your arms. “What is it, Y/N?” he asks while playing with your baby’s tiny hands. “Is there something wrong? Do you need someone to look after Hisashi? I can do it for you. He’s well-mannered and it’s like he already understands his surroundings. Just like—”

You cut him off before he could even mention his name. “We’re moving out of the house,” you announce. You’ve noticed how his body stiffens while staring at you. “I’m tired, ‘Samu. Tired of waiting for him to remember me. . . to remember what we had shared in the past.” Tears clouded your vision upon remembering the way he looks at you now. “I’m tired of watching him falling in love with his childhood bestfriend right in front of my eyes. I’m tired of pretending that I’m fine with everything, because clearly. . .I am not.”

You pursed your lips before looking at your son. “I know that it wouldn’t be easy for me to raise Hisashi on my own, but I have to try. Hisashi needs me. I need to be strong for him.” Your lips quivered. “And I can only do that if we move away from this place.”

“Y/N, please consider it. . .”

“I can’t.” Your voice breaks. “I thought I could hold onto that hope you gave me. . . the hope that the doctor gave me, but I can’t. . .” You shook your head. “Every single day, I could almost hear my heart breaking. Witnessing how their love blooms each day makes my heart ache.”

Osamu sighs. “When are you planning to move?”

“Our things were already sent to Miyagi. . . and we’re leaving today.”

“Can’t you stay a little bit longer? Have you told our friends about this?”

You shook your head. “I’m only planning to tell you.”

“But why?” he asked.

You took the white envelope you’ve prepared the night before, after Hisashi fell asleep. You placed on the top of his desk before sliding it towards him. “Please, do me a favor.”

                                                             ⤜

“OH.” Keiko smiles before letting him inside the house. “Shin-kun, Osamu’s here.”

Kita steps out of the kitchen, he was still wearing his long sleeves that he uses when he visits his rice fields. Kita smiles before placing his arm around Keiko’s waist who giggles in response. He grimaced upon remembering what you’ve told him a two days ago. “I’ll leave the both of you.”

“What is it?” Kita ask.

“I just came here to give this to you,” he says, handing his former captain the letter you left him. Osamu watches how Kita’s face contorts with confusion upon seeing his name and your name on the envelope. “Y/N gave that to me before they left. I don’t know how it’ll affect you, but I hope that once you’ve read it, you’ll remember some of your forgotten memories.” He pursed his lips. “For Hisashi.”

He bid a quick farewell and left Kita’s household.

Shinsuke knows you. He sometimes visits you and look after your adorable son, Hisashi. Honestly, he feels odd whenever he’s around you. It’s entirely different compared to how he feels towards Keiko. With you, it feels like he’s comfortable and contented.

He took the letter to his room where he silently reads your letter.

                                                              ⤜ 

Maybe the deities intervened with our lives, because we’re not made for each other.

Shinsuke-kun, I apologize for not personally giving this letter to you. I apologize for asking Osamu to deliver this days after we leave. I apologize for not being able to keep the promise I’ve made to you when you were still unconscious in the hospital. I apologize for not being able to wait until you remember me.

I could no longer stand the way you look at Keiko in the morning before you leave to tend your rice fields. I could no longer stand how you express your love for her whenever you visits me and my son. I could no longer keep myself from telling you how much you’re hurting me. But the doctor says it would be better if we’ll wait until you recall those memories on your own. It would help you recover.

I want to wait for that time, Shinsuke. I really do. But my son needs me. Our son needs me to be there for him. Without you in our lives, I know it wouldn’t be easy. Without you there looking after us like the way you’ve promised months before the accident. I know it wouldn’t be easy, but I have to try.

I am leaving not because I no longer love you. Trust me, Shinsuke. I still love you. I love you so much that my heart breaks every single time I see you with happy Keiko. I am leaving this place for my ownsake and Hisashi.

I am not sure if you’d be able to remember me or what we have, but what I am sure of is that our son needs someone to look after him. While you’re still in the process of recovering, rest assured that I’ll do my best to take care of him.

If, in case, you failed to recover the memories we’ve shared together, please know that I’ll be happy for you and Keiko. Also know that Hisashi and I wouldn’t come back into your lives to ruin your relationship.

Even if it hurts, I’ll support you and whatever decision that will make you happy.

I love you, Kita Shinsuke.

Farewell, Mr. Almost.

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[pastel-hamgelica]

Haze In The Afterglow - Hamgelica MODERN AU

✯┊Title: Haze In The Afterglow 

✯┊Pairings: Angelica Schuyler x Alexander Hamilton 

✯┊Type: Fluff

✯┊Warning(s): Mentions of Sex; Swearing

✯┊Summary: Angelica and Alexander have had several hookups in the past, but the most recent time leaves Angelica with a burning question. ✯┊Word Count: 1261

Angelica had never been one to have one-night stands. She didn’t find satisfaction in it. She didn’t see the point in them and didn’t find them fun in the slightest. At least until she met him. 

They had gone out for Peggy’s 21st birthday, just her, Eliza, and the birthday girl. Usually Angelica was the designated driver, but tonight Eliza had decided to take up the role. She had turned her head to the side, and was met with a pair of dark eyes that held immense intelligence behind them. The man’s dark hair was tied back into a ponytail. A few strands fell out that he had tucked behind his ears. He turned his head and caught Angelica’s staring, causing her face to heat up as she swiftly shifted her gaze to the glazed wood countertops. Eliza and Peggy were off dancing or something, leaving her completely alone. 

A few moments later she saw someone take a seat from the corner of her eye. She glanced up and only thought one thing Ahh fuck. 

 “You got Sam Adams?,” he asked as he leaned on the counter. The bartender let out a low whistle that could barely be heard over the music. 

 “That’s a classic, I’ll see if we have any in the back,” he walked through a door into a backroom. The man looked to Angelica and cracked a small smile, or rather smirk.

 “Hi,” he said simply. It was all at once, a rush of emotions Angelica’s usually quick and calculating mind couldn’t seem to comprehend. A flutter in her stomach that wasn’t from the alcohol. Sweaty palms and her heart beating a mile a minute. She could barely recall her name. After was seemed like hours, she finally mustered a rather strangled reply. 

 “H-Hi,” Woah, so smooth Ang. She took a shaky sip of her margarita, managing to keep her composure. 

 “You strike me as a woman who’s never been satisfied,” It only took one conversation for Angelica to bring this man to her apartment. Both were admittedly quite intoxicated in this moment but they didn’t seem to care. Despite the alcohol coursing through her veins, Angelica could still recall the way he touched her. How his sweet lips grazed all over the woman’s dark skin. The pleasure that ran through her as she allowed him to touch her most intimate regions. One meeting turned to two, and two to three. They didn’t know exactly what to call this. While it was casual sex among the surface, Angelica felt there was more to it than that. 

 They had developed a strong friendship after that meeting, annexing their two circles of friends. And while naturally friends could get protective of each other, she noticed the man who she soon learned to be named Alexander was rather… passionate to say the least. The only ones who actually knew they slept together were Eliza, Peggy, and Alexander’s roommate John Laurens (who was unfortunately awoken by their actions the first night). Angelica often wondered if they could be more. She wasn’t satisfied with only sex. She knew it from their first conversation. It didn’t matter what they did, Alexander had a way of bringing out strong emotions that while Angelica was familiar with, had never felt personally. 

 Angelica awoke, curls sprawled across a pillow that wasn’t her own, wearing nothing under the sheets. It was still dark outside, moonlight streaming through the translucent white curtains. She felt an arm wrapped lazily around her waist, keeping her against his chest. She recognized the familiar setting instantaneously. Alexander’s room. A soft sigh escaped her lips. 

She was careful not to wake him as she moved his arm so she could shift into a sitting position on the bed. She stared down at the flowering bruises between her thighs, the little marks that would continue to remind her of their actions. Angelica looked back at the man sleeping on the bed. It was such a rare sight, seeing him asleep like this. Alexander was a lawyer and political journalist. So he rarely if ever slept before five am, if he slept at all. He was rather…cute in his sleep. A small smile rested on his face, soft snores rumbling from him. Another small sigh escaped her lips. She had drawn her conclusions in the past few days. She did in fact love him… At this point it was only a question of if he felt the same way. 

Angelica stared at the blurred sky through the curtains for a few moments. She felt the bed shift. Fingers grazed her shoulder, moving to tuck her curls behind her ear as Alexander pressed a gentle kiss to the dark bruise on her shoulder. “Is everything alright, Ange?,” he asked softly, resting his chin on her shoulder. She nodded simply, not glancing towards him. “You’re lying,” he blurted. Angie looked at him with a quirked brow. 

 “How can you tell?,” 

 “Whenever you lie you don’t really use words. I noticed it after a while. You always nod or shake your head or shrug,” he pointed out, causing Angelica’s face to heat up. Did he really pay that much attention..? “What’s wrong,” Angelica didn’t want to beat around the bush. She shifted so she was facing him, the sheets pooling around her waist. Alexander sat straighter. “Angelica..?,” She let out a shaky sigh as she took his hands in her own. She looked up at him.

 “Do you love me?,” she blurted. Alexander was taken aback for a few moments, she could see it in his eyes. “Sorry… it was a stupid question, just forget I said anythi—,” 

 “Well at least give me a chance to answer first,” Alexander chuckled as he gave her hands a small smile, instead of his usual smirk. “I mean yeah… Who wouldn’t love you Ange?,” he asked rhetorically with a small chuckle, staring at their hands instead of into her eyes. This was an entirely different side of Alexander. More… sentimental… Angelica liked it. He smiled wryly. “I mean you’re so beautiful and smart and strong and I think it was love at first sight or some bullcrap like that,” Alexander continued to ramble, looking around the room. Even in the darkness she could see the soft pink hue grazing his tanned cheeks.

 “Alexander,” He continued to ramble, this was normal for him, but she could tell that this time he was nervous. “Alexander,” he stopped and finally looked into her eyes. He was like an open book in this moment. There was fear coming from him, but also love and a bit of hope… She smiled. “That’s good, because I love you too,” she said with a small chuckle. Alexander broke out into a smile. 

 “Then you wouldn’t mind if I did a thing..?,” he asked softly. She chuckled a bit. 

“Go ahead,” Alexander leaned forward and kissed her sweetly. Her lips molded to fit his perfect, her hands rested on either side of his face. It was different from their usual rushed, frantic kisses as they tried to strip each other as fast as possible. It was loving and gentle and slow. Alexander pulled away. “Can we go to bed now? And I’ll take you on an actual date tomorrow?,” he asked, tilting his head to one side like a puppy. Angelica giggled a bit. 

 “Alright then, you big dope,” they shifted once again, Angelica nuzzled into the crook of his neck. He traced small shapes along the curve of her hip. Angelica only felt one thing in this moment. 

 She was satisfied.

woah ?? first one-shot ?? uh, thanks @dearest-comma-angelica for reblogging my horrible intro type thingy, it means a lot :3. idk how i already have seven followers in like a day but tysm !!