#celebrating my 28th birthday and new year

[vole-mon-amour]

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[2tarbell]

STAR'S BIRTHDAY CELEBRATION

21 years ago.. a star was born ⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ navigation

come celebrate my birthday on sept. 21st by participating in this fun writing event! the best gift i could receive is your love & support for my writing. i hope you’ll send me some stuff*! XOXO

— ongoing until sept. 28th

sugar sprinkle funnel cake — send a rafe au idea 4 a moodboard + my thoughts on it

vanilla birthday cake — send some dialogue 4 a short drabble with rafe + any of my !readers (ex: kook!reader, “you’re mine.”)

marshmallows 4 toasting — send lyrics/ideas for a mood board w/ any of my !readers (or new ones…)

raspberry sorbet — send a specific kink for a short rafe drabble/rant (i reserve the right to deny writing any kink if it makes me uncomfortable, be aware!)

*please be aware that, though i’ll try my best, there’s a chance i won’t get to every single request! so get them in soon <3

[totaly-obsessed]

Suprise Party

Katie McCabe x reader fic

-> It is Katie's Birthday but reader isn't one to party

➳ Masterlist

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The 21st of September 2023, otherwise known as your girlfriend's 28th Birthday. In your relationship Katie was the outgoing one, which was not really a surprise to anyone – she liked to refer to you as her ‘better half’ because she liked the differences between you.

While she was always up to party, you would much rather stay at home and read a book or catch up on your TV shows. Meeting new people? No problem for Katie, always making quick acquaintances and friends, introducing you straight after: “Hi, I’m Katie, this is my amazing girlfriend Y/N – Nice to meet you!” By now it was well well-rehearsed sentence, always coming out when you were her date to a function she had to attend.

The Irishwoman had no problem with not throwing a big party for her birthday, after all, it would only be a year till the next one, but you knew that her friends liked to celebrate with her. So in secret, you had contacted Leah and Steph, the two footballers helping you set up a little something in one of Katie's favorite restaurants for the evening.

The morning, however, was all yours. It was a weird situation for Katie, coming back from the World Cup and into the new season, not having much of a preseason, and already having played two Champions League games, which resulted in Arsenal not going further. So today, you had planned a cozy morning, before Katie could party all she wanted, safe with her arsenal teammates – knowing you were waiting for her at home.

So here you were, at seven in the morning, making breakfast – in the form of a cake. It was covered in vanilla buttercream, and decorated with red hearts – the inside being red velvet. You were in a hurry, Katie’s normal schedule did not allow her to sleep past eight o clock, and even though she did not have training today, you knew she would be up – and it would be even earlier, when she could not feel you, next to her.

But with a cake in one hand, and a cup of tea in the other, you made your way to your shared bedroom. The soft morning sun was trying to get in through the window – after setting the cake down on your desk, you allowed it in, pulling the curtain aside, slowly.

Unhappy groans can be heard from somewhere on the bed. With a quiet giggle, you made quick work of jumping onto the bed, straddling the older woman. “Happy birthday to you!” A broad smile made its way onto your girlfriend's scrunched-up face.

After laying a gentle kiss between her eyebrows, Katie's face relaxed. “Happy Birthday to you!” Kiss on the left cheek.

“Happy Birthday dear best girlfriend I could have in the world.” Kiss on the right cheek, which was a little shaky, as she was laughing at how you had sped through your new name for her. “Happy birthday to you!”

She made kissie-noises at you, expectingly holding her face up – but upon not receiving a proper kiss, she started to pout. “Babyyy!” The pout intensified, when you hovered above her, a teasing smile on your face. “Not faiiir!” Her voice was deep and gravelly, having just woken up, sleep still deep in her eyes, so it was safe to say, that you were surprised when she promptly rolled you over, easily overpowering you (I mean, have you seen those arms).

“My turn.” Kissing your face all over.

“Hey! It’s your birthday!” By now the Irishwoman was wide awake

“Yeah it is – I want breakfast in bed”, and with that she pulled you closer, diving in for a kiss.

“I made cake!” an excited hand stopped her advances, leaving her shoulders to slump. Laughing she got off of you – with hurried steps you set the cake down between you, handing her a spoon.

Stuffing yourself full of cake at eight-thirty in the morning was a nice start to the day, but it didn’t stop there. After a lot of cuddling and staying in bed, you finally convinced your girlfriend to get out of bed and get ready. You had to compromise though; you would join her in the shower so that she would “allow” you to take her out. Would you have kept the pout on your face for just a second longer Katie would have broken, and both of you knew it.

Pottery painting.

That was your chosen activity – and even though the brunette looked and acted incredibly tough, you knew that she would like this. Katie had been dropping hints, always showing you TikToks of people doing it and cooing “Look how pretty their mugs are! They would be perfect for my breakfast, don’t you think?”

They turned out pretty nice, Katie having gone for flower designs, had been much faster and had done two mugs, while you had decorated one with mushrooms, flowers, and many more things. Now they just needed to be fired and you could pick them up.

Your afternoon was spent relaxing together until you told her to get ready. “But for what?” And back was the whining.

“You will see it then, baby.” And after a lot of moaning and you hurrying her, she was done. As an alibi for eating out together, you had gotten dressed as well.

“Why is it so empty?” Her confusion was evident when she only saw two parked cars at the location. “It’s the middle of the week baby, people are probably working.” She seemed to be happy enough with it, not questioning it, when you littered soft kisses on the back of her hands.

With quick steps, you held the door open for her, which got you a swat to the bum “Oy! That’s my job!” But it was quickly forgotten when she saw the decorations and her friends jumping out “Happy Birthday Katie!”

The brunette stood there for a second, not knowing how to react, before turning to you, her comfort person, and pulling you into a hug. Teary eyes pressed into the nape of your neck. “Thank you, baby.” With a soft smile, you pushed her into Leah’s awaiting arms.

“You’re ours now McCabe! You’ll see ya missus later. Say byeee!”

And with that, your girlfriend was pulled away by her friends. You waved her goodbye, earning you just another pout, Katie being sad that you were leaving her.

It wasn’t until the early hours of the morning that Katie called you, slurring slightly, asking if you could pick her up.

She was already outside of the establishment, together with Steph, who you dropped off at home.

An hour later you were cuddled up in bed, Katie pulling you as close to her as she possibly could. “Thank you – I know you don’t like things like that. I appreciate what you did for me.”

She could practically feel your face heating up on her chest “Well I didn’t do it alone Steph and-“ A kiss interrupted you, Katie shushing you. “Just take the compliment, baby.” 

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katie_mccabe11: All my love to my incredible girlfriend. And thanks to all of you for the Birthday Wishes!

[sweetcheeksschemmenti]

Happy Birthday, Cowgirl!

Melissa Schemmenti x fem oc

Summary: You wake up expecting it to be another forgotten birthday. Melissa makes sure it’s one for the books.

WC: 2.2k

Today is my 25th birthday! I wrote this for myself and figured someone else might enjoy it, too.

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Growing up, your parents never made your birthday a big deal and you didn’t understand it. All of your friends… and even your brother… got to celebrate their big day with cupcakes and parties filled with presents and excitement. Not you. November 5th was just another day as far as your family was concerned. Occasionally they would remember and mumble a simple ‘happy birthday’ as you walked out the door to walk to school, but there was no fanfare. Despite the fact that you always went out of your way to celebrate the birthdays of those close to you, you’d grown accustomed to not celebrating your own.

You had been dating Melissa Schemmenti for almost a year when your 28th birthday rolled around. Normally on a Saturday morning you would wake up with a mouthful of red hair and a hand full your girlfriend’s breast. Unfortunately, work had sent you to Nashville for a truly unnecessary- yet mandatory- conference, so instead you woke up alone in a ridiculously themed Margaritaville hotel suite. Jimmy Buffett himself stared down at you from the wall like a tacky Jesus portrait at your Grandma’s house. You glanced at your phone on the nightstand to see a missed call from the redhead. What the hell was she doing awake at six in the morning on a Saturday? There was no voicemail so you picked up the phone and called her back. Your brows knit together in confusion as you were sent straight to voicemail, something that very rarely happened. Assuming she had put her phone on ‘do not disturb’ and gone back to bed, you shrugged and got up to get ready for the day.

Once showered and dressed, you grabbed a granola bar and banana from the mini fridge and sat in front of the television to watch the morning news. After listening to a couple of local stories you tuned out the noise and stared out the window as you ate. The granola bar was stale and the banana wasn’t quite ripe… pretty on brand for your birthday. You gave up a couple of bites in and tossed them in the trash, opting for a half-eaten candy bar from your purse instead. With a deep sigh, you gathered your things for work and headed towards the door. You paused to look at yourself in the mirror once more before you left, staring a little too long at the bags under your eyes. Time was already leaving its mark on you. “Happy birthday, Y/N,” you whispered to yourself before you left for the day.

Around noon the team split from the conference for lunch with plans to return at two. Instead of joining your coworkers, you decided to grab take out from the restaurant at the hotel and eat in your room with hopes of maybe getting to talk to your girlfriend too. You scarfed down your hot chicken sandwich before dialing Melissa’s number; again, it went straight to voicemail. Disappointed, you tossed your phone onto the bed with a huff and sat on the edge with your head in your hands. You had hoped for at least a ‘happy birthday’ text from Melissa, but now you were starting to think that even she didn’t want to celebrate your day. You set an alarm and laid down for a nap thinking it might make the day go by faster.

The alarm blared and you sat straight up with a gasp- something Melissa always teased you about. ‘It’s like you remember ya left the stove on or somethin’,’ she’d mumble. It had only been two days without her, but you missed her. You decided to try the phone one more time before heading back to work, disappointed when you heard the voicemail message yet again. In a bit of a grumpy mood, you left the room and met back up with your coworkers.

“What’s that face for, Y/N? You look like someone kicked your puppy,” Seth said as you approached. You rolled your eyes and shrugged.

“Sorry, my face doesn’t have an inside voice. I’m alright. Ready to get back to it?” You straightened yourself out and slapped on a smile.

Seth and the rest of the team nodded and followed you out to the van knowing better than to question you. The rest of the work day dragged by as slow as molasses. Luckily, you were able to score a new deal on printer paper for the office through one of the new connections you made; it was a small something, but it brightened your day a little. By the end of the work day everyone was ready to head to Broadway for the annual bar crawl. You told Seth you’d catch up with the team in a few hours and caught an Uber back to the hotel. The day had really bummed you out and you just wanted to sleep for a while before forcing yourself to be social with your drunk coworkers.

Just as you sat down on the bed to call Melissa one last time, the landline rang. You blinked at it for a second before picking it up. “…Hello?”

“Hello, is this Miss Y/L/N?”

“This is she.” You toed your shoes off as you spoke, setting them next to the nightstand.

“Good evening! This is Jasmine from the front desk. We have a guest down here that wishes to visit by the name of Seth Kagan. Do you give your permission for us to give him your room number?”

You shake your head in confusion. Why wouldn’t Seth just text you? “Uh, yeah. That’s fine. Thank you for checking.”

Minutes later, there was a knock at the door and you knew it had to be Seth. You swung the door open without looking and held it for him to enter. “Don’t just stand there, man, come on.” Your eyes were on the floor.

“Well that ain’t no way to greet your girlfriend after she flew six hours to see ya,” Melissa chuckled.

Your eyes widened as you finally looked up to see the redhead standing in the doorway with an arm full of flowers and a small square box. “Baby?! What are y-, how did.. hello?!”

Melissa entered the room and set everything down before turning to face you with open arms. You eagerly wrapped yourself around her in a tight embrace. She felt like home, a comfort you’d not known until you fell in love with her. She held you close and pressed sweet kisses to your head. “Happy birthday, sweetheart,” she whispered.” You pulled away just enough to capture her lips in a passionate kiss, moaning quietly when she nipped at your bottom lip.

The kiss broke and you leaned back just a little. “Mel, what is this!?” You gently hit her shoulder as tears welled up in your eyes, her arms still wrapped around you.

She smiled, a twinkle in her eye. The way she looked at you made you actually believe that she hung the moon and stars in the sky just for your enjoyment. “It’s your birthday, ya dork! I wanted to surprise you. We brought cake and presents.” Gently and lovingly, she wiped the tears from the corners of your eyes.

You cocked your head. “We? Who’s ‘we’?”

Just then, there was another knock at the door. Melissa released you from her grasp and pointed towards the door. “Go on, open it.”

You moved towards the door quickly and opened it, peeking out from behind the door to see an empty hallway. You’d expected to see a couple of your coworkers, but there was nothing. “Huh…”

“SURPRISE!!” Your friends, chosen family, and Seth shouted as they stepped in front of the door. Barbara, Jacob, Janine, and a handful of other folks from home had made the journey from Philly to Nashville… for you. For your birthday. You were in shock. No one ever put in this kind of effort for your birthday.

“Oh my gosh, come in! Wow… you guys! This is… this is too much,” you stammered as they all entered the suite, tears streaming down your face.

The small group greeted you with hugs and kind words, handing off gifts to Melissa for you to open later. Thanks to Janine and Jacob, your suite was transformed with cowgirl decorations and a birthday banner in the matter of minutes. Shots were poured into little cowboy boot shot glasses and passed around to everyone. Melissa held hers up, an arm wrapped around your waist. “Cheers to the birthday girl,” she shouted and everyone cheered in response.

You gleefully mingled with your loved ones, occasionally meeting eyes with Melissa across the room, causing a delightful pink to grace your cheeks. Once the sun had set, the group made moves to head down to Broadway to hit the bars. Barbara handed you a bag before she left, “we’ll see you down there, honey. Drinks are on Sea Barbara tonight!” You took the bag and thanked her as the group left, leaving just you and Melissa.

Melissa sat on the edge of the bed and crossed her legs. “You havin’ a good birthday, hon?”

You leaned on the back of the couch with the bag still in hand as you thought about your day. “I really am. Thank you for putting all of this together, baby. I’m… a little overwhelmed, honestly. No one has ever done anything like this for me. How’d you get everyone down here?” You set the bag down and stepped towards your girlfriend, straddling her lap.

She held grabbed your hips and pulled you down onto her lap, leaning forward to kiss you. “ I know a guy, “she smirked. “And you don’t have to thank me, Y/N. You deserve to be celebrated.”

“Ya know… in all my 28 years, I’ve never felt loved on my birthday. It’s always just been another day on the calendar. You’ve changed that for me… that’s something special.”

“Like I said, you deserve to be celebrated. I love you, hon. As long as I’m around you’ll never have another shitty birthday. I promise.” She made a cross on her heart to show she meant it. And you believed her. You hummed in response and raked your fingers through her fiery locs before you leaned in for another kiss. Melissa immediately deepened it, darting her tongue out to taste you.

In the middle of the lazy make out session, Melissa’s phone buzzed with a text from Barbara- signaling that it was time to head to the bars. You chuckled as your lips parted. “Oh, so NOW your phone works, huh?”

She swatted at your ass. “I’m sorry! I did try to call you at the ass cracking of dawn to be the first to wish ya happy birthday, but you were asleep! Then my phone was on airplane mode until we got here because I forgot to turn it off.” She gave you a smile she knew you couldn’t resist and you shook your head with a grin.

“You were still the first one to wish me a happy birthday…. I forgive you.” You placed one more kiss to her lips before you stood up and smoothed out your shirt. You took Melissa’s hand and started pulling her towards the door. She paused and picked up the bag Barbara had handed you earlier, placing it in your hands again.

“Open it.” You did as told and pulled the tissue paper out. Inside was a bright pink cowgirl hat that matched the decorations in the room. The smile on your face grew, so much so that your cheeks began to hurt. Melissa took the hat from your hands and placed it on your head, fluffing your hair for you before turning you towards to mirror to see. “Oh this is perfect,” you laughed.

Melissa snatched the hat off your head and put it on her own. You gasped and turned towards her, “Melissa! Do you know the cowboy hat rule?!” She shook her head and you bit your lip. Nine times out of ten, Melissa was the leader in the bedroom. Your cheeks warmed at the thought of this night being the one time out of ten. “If you put on a cowgirl’s hat… you have to ride the cowgirl.”

She pulled you in for a heated kiss. “That’s one of the few rules I’m willing to follow,” she whispered in your ear before nibbling at your lobe, earning a whimper from you.

“Later, baby. Gotta at least have a few drinks on Broadway tonight.” You took your hat back and settled it on your head. “Can’t lose the hat. A cowgirl can’t ride without it,” you winked at her, enjoying the blush that spread over her cheeks.

Melissa smacked your ass as you walked out the door. “Oh, don’t you worry. I’m not lettin’ that hat outta my sight! We gotta find a screw driver or something on the way back to take Jimmy off the wall though… I don’t know if I can uh… focus with Mr. Margaritaville staring me down.”

You pulled a screwdriver from your jacket pocket and held it up. “Already ahead of ya, baby.” You laughed together as you walked down the hall hand in hand.

No more shitty birthdays.

[allwaswell16]

A fic rec of One Direction fics with a fake/pretend relationship during Christmas holidays as requested in this ask. If you enjoy the fics, please leave kudos and comments for the writers! You can find my other fic recs here. Happy reading!

— Louis/Harry —

🎄 Mistletoe's For Two by crimsontheory / @ireallysawanangel

(E, 90k, enemies to lovers) After an encounter in a coffee shop with the rudest man he's ever met, Louis hopes the city is just big enough that he'll never bump into him again. When he spots that man at a bar the following evening, a plan begins to form. 

🎄 Let Our Hearts Collide by @crinkle-eyed-boo

(M, 76k, While You Were Sleeping au) When Harry, a lonely transit worker, saves the life of the handsome commuter he's been secretly pining for, an innocent mistake results in Liam Payne's family believing that Harry is engaged to their son.

🎄 Chestnuts Roasting... And All That by elsi_bee / @elsi-bee

(M, 46k, roommates) It’s not a big deal to just tell his new colleagues that he has a boyfriend, right? Until he has to make this imaginary boyfriend magically appear at the office holiday party.

🎄 I Keep Looking For Magic by @lululawrence

(NR, 36k, strangers to lovers) Harry loves Christmas, but this year is special. After ten years of boyfriends all failing to ever meet Harry's family, Harry has a fiance to introduce and things are looking like they will be perfect. Until they break up.

🎄 Harry, Did You Know (that your baby boy, is married to his best friend?) by tempolarriefics / @tempolarriefix

(E, 35k, marriage pact) 10 years ago, Louis and Zayn made a pact that if they weren't married by 30, they'd marry each other. So they do, as best mates do.

🎄 Find You Home by @kingsofeverything

(E, 35k, roommates) When Louis lies to his family and says he’ll bring his new boyfriend home for Christmas, his best friend and roommate Harry agrees to play the part. It’s that, or be left alone over the holidays.

🎄 From the Start by @allwaswell16

(E, 32k, viral video) Louis has no idea that one act of kindness will cause his life to spiral out of control. But that's what happens when his new friend fake proposes to him and a video of it goes viral.

🎄 Lovin' you is a gift by @softfonds

(E, 25k, Pretty Woman au) With his 28th birthday approaching, Louis was looking forward to celebrating in New York City with an all-expenses paid trip. He just didn't expect to spend it with an escort when he suddenly finds himself single a few days before it.

🎄 under the rain or under the snow by MquietMiNd

(E, 20k, exes) Christmas AU where they broke up a month ago but Harry shows up at Louis’ childhood home for the holidays. 

🎄 Wrapped in Red by QuickedWeen / @becomeawendybird

(T, 15k, strangers to lovers) Louis backs himself into a corner and has two days to find a date to bring to the Horan Family's big annual Christmas party to both appease his mother, and show up an ex-boyfriend.

🎄 The Christmas Lift by @homosociallyyours

(G, 13k, neighbors) Louis lies about having a boyfriend to avoid being set up on a blind date by an overzealous co-worker, but now he's in desperate need of a fake boyfriend for his office holiday party. 

🎄 the fake zarry au (series) by zita17 / @louisandtheaquarian

(M, 13k, famous/not famous) A fake dating with a twist famous/not-famous enemies to friends to secret lovers where Larry and Ziam fall in love behind the scenes while Zarry bicker in public.

🎄 Not Another Lonely Christmas by @haztobegood

(E, 8k, set up) the one where the friend Niall sets up as Harry's fake boyfriend turns out to be Gemma's best friend Louis

🎄 A Story For the Ages by @fallinglikethis

(NR, 7k, strangers to lovers) After seven months of pretending to have a boyfriend in order to keep his mum from meddling in his love li fe again, he should have realized he’d have to actually introduce her to someone eventually.

🎄 A Boyfriend for Christmas by Chelsea Frew / @chelsea-frew

(G, 5k, strangers to lovers) Louis' co-worker, Gemma, asks Louis to be her date for Christmas dinner. 

🎄 Christmas Pretenders by @larryatendoftheday

(T, 4k, baker Harry) When Niall convinced Louis to come home with him for the holidays as his fake boyfriend, he never expected he'd run into the loveliest man he'd ever seen.

— Rare Pairs —

🎄 'Cause I Could Be The One by justyrae

(M, 14k, Louis/Nick Grimshaw) "Just remember," Louis says, gently touching Nick's wrist before he can open the front door. "You're proper in love with me, no matter how much of a dick I can be."

🎄 Snowflakes & Mistletoe by Justonebreathx

(E, 5k, Zayn/Liam) Liam is in desperate need of a fake boyfriend for his company's Christmas dinner, so he puts an ad on Craigslist thinking that’s the only way he can find one. 

[ozarkthedog]

Ozzie's 11k Birthday Sleepover

i'm still in awe of getting to celebrate another birthday (april 30) on tumblr along with a new milestone! thank you for supporting my writing and indulging in fantasizes with me over the years. i thoroughly enjoy whoring with each and every one of you! i love you! 💙

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❦ characters accepted: joel miller · tess servopoulos · tommy miller · frankie morales · santi garcia · tim rockford · dieter bravo · javier pena · dave york · mr. ben · marc spector · layla el-faouly · steven grant ❦ send asks with the corresponding emoji and all details! ❦ DILF/DBF/DARK asks are encouraged! ❦ multiple submissions are welcome. i'll do my very best to respond to them all even when the party is over. obvs, i reserve the right to not respond to an ask if it doesn't vibe with me. don't take it personally xx ❦ to filter: #ozzies 11k birthday ❦ celebration from April 26th thru April 28th!

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📷 - send a character + a concept and I’ll respond with a moodboard and maybe a drabble. 📝 - send a location & number from this prompt list + character and i’ll write a drabble. 💀 - send your dark! thots and i’ll add to the carnage. 😈 🥰 - Fic/Blog Rec - i wanna share the love!!!!! 👀 - WYR, FMKiss, This or That, Cast My Mutuals, etc. 💌 - any questions you’d like me to answer!

i’ll add all fics i write for the sleepover to this post 💙

Dieter Bravo Fluff

dark!joel blurb

Dave York Mirror Sex Blurb

Javier Pena Shotgunning

Steven Grant handjob

Tim Rockford Office Sexy Times

Dieter Bravo quickie

[jovialoddity]

Hey so ... I was wondering, if i could ask you about birthday Headcannon was for Mr puzzles.

OOOOH THANK YOU FOR ASKING!! I always love getting excuses to ramble about my headcannons lol

I headcannon his birthday to be December 28th. I chose it because that was the day the first ever film was aired in theatres (which felt could be a subtle-but-cool reference to his themes and all)

And I’m copying this from my og tags but this would also make for some potential angst, since his birthday is sandwiched right between two major holidays (Christmas and New Year’s Eve), so it’s probably always forgotten and overshadowed. And it definitely doesn’t help that he’s never had anyone to celebrate it with him.

[jilypadweek]

Announcing Jilypad Week 2024

HI All!

As much as I love Prongsfoot - I also love Jilypad.  Thus, I’ve decided to create a jilypad week to celebrate my favorite threesome!  

Use the tag: Jilypadweek2024

September 22nd to September 28th, 2024

Per the Poll in the last day - Jilypad Week 2024 is being pushed to November.

New Dates:

November 17th, 2024 to November 23rd, 2024

DAY 1 - 

New to Jilypad Week: When and Why did you begin to Ship Jilypad?  What makes you Ship it?  Basically, just gush on this ship.

Last Year Participant: What are the first 5 things that pop to mind when you think about Jilypad?

DAY 2 - 

New to Jilypad Week: What Headcanons do you have for this ship?  IE, things like, James made the first move or Sirius got James into crosswords.  Anything really.

Last Year Participant: 

What’s your favorite type of Jilypad Story?  And if you’ve written it - link it?

DAY 3 - 

New to Jilypad Week: 

Favorite Canon/Potentially Canon moment

Last Year Participant: 

Other Fandom’s ships that make you think of Jilypad?

DAY 4 - 

New to Jilypad Week:  What type of story that you like to Read and/or Write for this ship?

Last Year Participant: 

Music that Makes you think of Jilypad (and Why)?

DAY 5 - 

New to Jilypad Week:  Favorite Tropes for this Ship?

Last Year Participant: 

 Rate your Top 5 Tropes for Jilypad using this Trope rater:

Create a Fan Fiction Tropes Tier List

Create a tier list ranking fan fiction tropes! Check out the fan fiction tropes tournament bracket on BracketFights.

TIERMAKER

  DAY 6 - 

New to JilypadWeek:  Thoughts for this Ship? (Link), but if anyone wants to contribute other questions - feel free to do so before the week starts!)

Last Year Participant: 

Random Ship questions - 

Assorted OTP Questions

What is each member’s love language? What would they describe as their perfect date? Who made the first move? Who is more sentimental? W

TUMBLR

DAY 7 - 

BOTH: Write/Draw/anything for this ship.

LASTLY, If you've done both and / or Prefer Prompts, here's a list of Prompts:

Day 1 - Getting Together

Day 2 - Someone's Birthday

Day 3 - First Kiss

Day 4 - Enemies to Lovers

Day 5 - Friends with Benefits

Day 6 - Everyone Assumes (that they're together)

Day 7 - Trapped Together

Anyone can participate just tag JilypadWeek2024

Thanks!

[katzkinder]

Today, the official servamp account made a tweet in celebration of Otogiri’s birthday on the 28th of September! Her favorite food is soba and she does karate for a hobby!

Under the cut I have some headcanons of my own for her, so please enjoy!

This one is my favorite and it’s that whenever Sakuya needs to have a teacher meet with his guardian she goes along with Tsubaki and they act super annoying to embarrass him lol. Like she dotes on him and calls him goofy pet names and pinches his cheek. On the occasions where he’s in trouble for something Team M view as justified, though, she puts on a face of “our perfect little angle? No, never, you must be mistaken”

This is still somewhat humiliating to Sakuya. She loves teasing him in her own way. Makes her miss Johannes.

Speaking of Johannes as kids he used to cut the hair off her dolls or tear their heads off. It’s fine she’d tie him to a tree with her jump rope and leave him there.

Karate was actually a hobby she picked up as a child for self defense purposes. She continues with it because it’s good to help her destress, especially when doing her forms. Something about the rhythm of them helps her clear her mind

She writes fan fiction and will die if anyone finds her ao3 account

I headcanon her, personally, as wlw (not sure what flavor though. Just in general) A major part of this is because she’s the only female member of the cast you can gift chocolate to during the valentine’s event at TanakaBox! I’ll put a link to the event translation in a reblog later

Because she’s so busty, she has a fair bit of problems buying bras she likes that don’t cost an arm and a leg. Living with Tsubaki and working for him means money is no object, of course, but it’s the principle of it. Belkia surprises her once with a custom replica of Madonna’s cone bra corset in bedazzled hot pink. She needed to take several moments.

She did in fact try the whole thing on for him. She felt ridiculous. She also loved how silly the whole affair was. Far too often people get weird about the size of her chest and it makes her so uncomfortable, but with team M… It’s just another body part. She can relax around them

Speaking of people being weird about her body, this is a headcanon Yarra told me that I loved so much I adopted it immediately. She used to go out late at night into seedier parts of Tokyo trying to find men who would start trying to feel her up or force the issue after she rejected their advances, so that she could kill them without feeling guilty, using them as proxies for the doctor who assaulted her. This was not actually a healthy way to cope.

She wants to do a soba tour. Just go around the country trying all different types of soba. One day she wishes to be able to boast she’s had every soba from every restaurant in japan. For now she’s working her way through Tokyo. She’s a subclass so she has all the time in the world to do it.

The entire hotel is (was) outfitted with her strings. They kind of acted as an early warning system. It’s a strange kind of magic that doesn’t seem to have much limits in the way of distance so long as the space she’s in is enclosed.

During holiday seasons, especially Halloween, Christmas, or New Years, these become places for decorations to be hung.

She truly cherishes everything Tsubaki has done for her. The one regret she has about being a subclass is that she had to kill herself for the chance to meet so many wonderful people. She thinks if she’d had anything remotely close to this while human, she would have found the strength to keep living.

They’re her family. Someday, she hopes Hansel can also be part of it again.

[jonathan-samuel-smith]

Third time posting this because Tumblr does not want to index it!

I painted Damian to look like how I draw him, and I got a custom head and painted it for Jon. It was much cheaper to get good figures by customizing ones still being produced than to buy the DC icons super sons figures!

I have two other Damian figures to customize. One I want a new head for and the other I would need smaller tools. I also want to make Damian and Jon fabric wire capes because Jon looks weird without his and Damian's blocks so many poses. I simply can't afford it.

Aren't they adorable? They both have scars and blush on cheeks and lips, and Jon has freckles, but my camera is not really capturing it.

Life update: I injured my back badly on December 30th, I have dental surgery on January 9th, and my birthday is January 28th. I want to write but ever since becoming freshly injured it seems there's not enough time in the day to do everything I want to do, and my brain is foggy.

I borrowed money from my friend to buy fabric to make a Damian to go with my plush Jon. I hope to get a good example photo and start selling pre orders on Etsy, since I can't afford the fabric without being paid first.

Happy new year! Today's the last day of Christmas and I hope you all have a lovely day. If you celebrated this year, I wish you the strength to put your decorations away in a timely manner!

[tefibetancourt]

availibility / anyone! / 7 out of 5. setting / crave & co; sunday, july 28th, around seven pm.

happy birthday, estefania! she thought to herself, staring at the cupcake on the table. there was supposed to be the ghostly voice of her family in her memories, all singing to her as she blew out the candles on a birthday cake, but tefi was pretty sure her family hadn’t thrown her a party or celebratory dinner since she was in high school. even then, they had done it out of obligation and not from a place of pure celebration for the youngest betancourt child. tefi had gotten used to celebrating her birthday on her own, usually with some friends back in los angeles and whichever boyfriend she had at the time, but those friends and boyfriends rotated out constantly like the cast of big brother. whoever was at her birthday party the year before never came to the next one. now that she was stuck in blue harbor, she hoped that maybe her roommates would throw her a party, or any of the few friends she managed to scramble together in town. 

instead, she was all alone; turning thirty-two, an age she never thought she’d make it to, not because she’d die before then but it just never seemed possible that she’d grow older one day. even worse, she was supposed to be laying low, letting foster think she took him up on his offer and would no longer interfere in his life. no one would ever host a parade in her honor, but buying her own cupcake and not even having a candle to put in it reached new levels of pathetic. she thought she might cry. no, actually, she was crying. sitting outside out of crave & co, likely scaring the other customers, she looked up from her treat and smiled meekly through the tears at the nearest patron. “sorry, don’t mind me. it’s just my birthday, that’s all.”

[enjoythesilentworld]

Wille's Month - Birthday

the big day! 28th! happy bday wille! @youngroyals-events

Wille gets a real kid’s birthday.

read below the cut or on ao3. (T, 1.9k)

It isn’t until his 20th birthday that Wille really gets to acknowledge it’s his birthday and not hate the thought of it. 

His 18th birthday was a little overshadowed by the chaos of, you know, stepping down from the line of succession and sending the country into a media frenzy. Thank goodness Simon had been by his side, though; to ward off the unwanted attention from the tabloids, the irate criticism from the monarchists, and the ever-enclosing walls of Wille’s anxiety which was so tightly bound to the whole thing. Just like the year before, he’d woken Wille up with a song and a dry sandwich, except that year Wille didn’t have a breakdown, and they fell asleep happily wrapped in each other's arms.

The next year wasn’t bad by any means. In fact, it was really great. He, Simon, Felice and Sara went on a big trip to Amsterdam to celebrate their graduation. Wille didn’t mind that all the attention wasn’t on him. In fact, after the previous two years, he was more than happy to pretend it wasn’t his birthday. That it wasn’t actually meant to be the second official Wilhelmdagen; wasn’t another year his brother had missed. As was becoming tradition, Simon snuck downstairs to the kitchen of the hostel at which they’d been staying to put together a makeshift sandwich, and then whispered him a happy birthday song in the privacy of their tiny bunk. They’d all spent the day exploring the city and getting high in the park, giggling and joking about the terrifying yet glorious affair that was post-graduation. 

So, when the first year of university is coming to a close and Simon asks him what he wants to do for his 20th birthday, he shrugs.

“We don’t need to do anything,” he says, looking up from his book where he’d been lounging and reading in a spot of sun. It’s a warm, breezy day in late April, and the sounds of the city that drift in the window of their shared apartment is a nice background noise.

Though it had been a scary decision to make, both he and Simon thought it might be nice to study abroad for a while, to escape the scrutinizing eyes of Sweden after all the drama. And so, after many teary goodbyes, they’d swept off to New York. Wille enjoyed the anonymity and Simon enjoyed the music scene. They wouldn’t stay in the States forever, but it felt real and adult to make this big move and go through so many huge life events together. That being said, after that first year at Hillerska, Wille is sure he and Simon could weather any storm, as long as they had each other.

“Are you sure?” Simon runs a hand through Wille’s hair, cut short ahead of the hot summer. He folds his book and grabs Simon’s hips, guiding him to sit in his lap. “Not even a small party? We could invite some friends over for a game night like normal, just this time we all wear silly party hats.”

Wille smiles at the care Simon was showing, both of them still aware of the awful memories of his 17th, which still sting to think about. He shakes his head and shrugs again.

“Whatever.” He presses an innocent kiss to Simon’s neck, then lingers there, inhaling his scent. “I just want my sandwich and my song. And you in my bed.”

Giggles vibrate through Simon’s throat. “You have me in our bed every day.”

“It’s never enough!” he exclaims, standing them up and throwing a squealing Simon over his shoulder to carry off to bed.

It isn’t until a few days later that Simon returns to the topic, bounding into their bedroom and looking at Wille with wide, excited eyes. It’s the kind of look he has before Wille finds himself dressed in a onesie and cowboy hat, dancing on a small stage at some random club in Brooklyn at 4am. The things Simon is able to convince him to do – and sober, no less – are boundless. He sits up a little straighter in anticipation of whatever nonsense idea Simon has concocted this time.

“I have the best idea,” Simon grins maniacally, bouncing from foot to foot. Wille raises an eyebrow. “For your birthday.”

“Does it have to do with the extra bed time I requested?” he asks, smirking.

“No,” Simon drawls. “Don’t worry about it. Just clear that whole day. I will take care of everything.”

He moves forward again and grabs Wille’s face, squishing his cheeks, then says, very seriously, “It’s going to be perfect.”

“Okay,” Wille agrees, the sound muffled by his smushed face.

It seems his original prediction hadn’t been entirely off base. On the morning of his birthday, Simon wakes him with a song, a sandwich, and a kiss, then disappears. A few minutes later he returns with a big paper bag and empties the contents onto their bed. The sheer number of bright colors hurts Wille’s eyes this early in the morning.

“Is this my present?” he asks hesitantly, eyeing the goods. He spots a bright pink graphic t-shirt, a few party hats, a tiara, and some deflated balloons.

“Yes!” Simon exclaims. “Well, kind of. Today, my love, you are having the birthday you never got because you were too busy being a stuffy prince. No offense.”

“Okay.” Wille tilts his head in confusion, though he can’t help but smile softly at Simon’s excitement. “What does that mean?”

“First, put this on.” He holds up the pink graphic tee, which Wille gapes at, now that he can see the whole front. There’s some kind of mouse mascot dressed in a shirt and hat, and the text reads ‘Birthday Boy! 10! Wille!’ in big, block letters.

“I’m not turning 10,” Wille grumbles, slowly taking the shirt. He thinks Simon might have lost it.

“Look,” Simon grins, taking off his sweatshirt. “I even have a matching one!”

Wille bursts into laughter. Simon has definitely lost it.

The shirt does in fact match Wille’s, with the same oversaturated colors and slightly off-putting mouse character, except the text instead says ‘Daddy of the Birthday Boy!’. Not only that, but the shirt is one size too small, tight across Simon’s chest and the bottom only reaching an inch above his belly button. Despite how ridiculous it is, Wille is not too opposed to the sight of Simon in a crop top.

Once he’s got his laughter under control, Wille pulls on his own shirt. It’s a crop top on him as well. Simon sheepishly tells him that they were cheap and he’d shrunk them a bit in the dryer on accident. Wille could not care less. He finds the whole thing incredibly endearing, and they lose a bit of time when Wille pulls Simon back into the bed with him.

“Okay!” Simon shouts, finally pulling away. “We have things to accomplish today. I have big plans for you, Mr. Birthday Boy.”

“Do you now?” Wille asks teasingly, raising an eyebrow.

Simon rolls his eyes and presses a finger into Wille’s chest, pushing him away.

“I am going to show you the wonders of the world today, baby. In the form of sticky floors and questionable pizza. The American Dream!”

After donning their full outfits for the day – Simon with a party hat and Wille with his princess tiara – they head out for the day.

Their first stop is laser tag. The people at the front desk give them very odd looks, because they are grown men joining up with a bunch of preteens, but Wille can’t bring himself to care. Simon looks so excited, and he’s just so touched that his dear boyfriend went to all this effort. Plus, he loves laser tag.

They end up on opposite teams. Simon is ruthless, appearing around every corner to take Wille down no matter how far he runs or how well he hides. They shriek and yell at each other, louder than any of the kids, and sprint across the obstacles courses, trying to get the jump on the other. Three games later, Wille is winded and his face hurts from smiling so hard. After eating some, indeed, very questionable pizza, they stop in the bathroom to clean up. Standing next to each other in the mirror, they make googly eyes and silly faces. Turning to face one another, Simon reaches up to straighten his tiara and Wille fixes the string on his party hat.

Heart bursting with love, Wille whispers, “Thank you for this.”

Simon smiles and Wille swears the colors around them grow brighter. “Don’t thank me yet! We’re not done.”

The next stop is a trampoline park, which Wille has never even heard of before. A whole warehouse, a ridiculous size that could only be an American concept, filled with trampolines, foam pits, and screaming children. It’s perfect.

They swap out their shoes for grippy socks and chase each other out onto the floor. They play each other in basketball on a trampoline court, Wille jumping over Simon’s head to dunk the ball, then tackling each other to the ground to fight for it. Next, they get roped into a game of dodgeball with a group of nine-year-olds. Everyone gangs up on Wille and he ends up curled up in a corner, being pelted by an army of children and his boyfriend, who looks way too pleased by the situation. Finally, they have a jumping competition into the foam pit. Simon wins with his double backflip – which, who even knew he could do a backflip, much less two – but Wille is still quite proud of his toe-touch jump. Afterwards, they share a slushie in the parking lot, sitting on a curb and smiling at each other like idiots.

Late that afternoon, feeling sticky and sweaty but so fulfilled, they stumble back home to shower off. Wille thanks Simon thoroughly but is again told they’re not quite finished. They can’t change back into their matching shirts for the last activity of the night, too covered in mysterious liquids from their events of the day, so they opt for more adult-clothing. Wille keeps the tiara, though.

Simon leads them to a bowling alley, which they’ve been to a few times already, but this time Simon has rented out the party room and invited the few friends they’d made here in the city.

The employees at the bowling alley have really gone all out with the decorations. Purple and pink streamers span the entire ceiling, interspersed with dozens of balloons. A big sign on the wall says ‘Happy Birthday Willie!’ and he can’t even find it in him to be angry at the misspelling.

They bowl for hours, talking and laughing and overall causing a major ruckus. His friends have all gotten him stupid gag gifts, which is perfect and so much better than any stuffy tie or fancy cufflinks like he was used to as a prince. Wille keeps catching Simon staring at him with a big, happy grin. He looks radiant, so much better than that awful day a few years ago.

“I’m so glad you’ve had fun today,” he says later, arms wrapped around Wille, looking up at him with tired eyes.

“Today was perfect, Simon.” He presses a kiss to Simon’s forehead. “Thank you so much. Best 10th birthday ever.”

Simon giggles. “You deserve it.”

“I love you.”

“I love you. Happy Birthday, Wille.”  

[where-the-wind-travels]

meet my mc ✦ ilw edition, 1/?

full name: amethyst "ame" dahlia grimes

age: 22

birthday: february 29th, 2000 (celebrates on the 28th in non leap years)

gender: non-binary transfem

pronouns: they/them

sexuality: bisexual

personality type: shows as sarcastic in game, but they're an absolute wildcard. yes, most of the time they use humor and witty quips to defuse situations or as their "default" mode, but they can also get aggressive from time to time, and when it comes to people they care about there's not a bit of sarcasm left in them. in general, very unpredictable, i'd say for them i picked 50% sarcastic choices and 25% of the other two personalities each.

love interest: lincoln mcquoid / aquino

occupation: unemployed during series events, goes on to become a fashion designer after moving to vegas

fate: merged with their human half, successfully defeated matty and cured the horrors

fates of friends: everyone survived and stayed, but abel did almost die because he didn't have a high enough nerve to avoid the incorrect options

more:

☆ they're very into new wave, goth rock, and 80s synth pop. (yes, they're a devotee just like me 😭) despite this, their style couldn't be further from gothic fashion, instead preferring to dress in 2000s fashion with racing and rave elements.

☆ they picked the name amethyst not only because of their favorite color being purple but also because of their birth stone, and their middle name dahlia because of the flower that symbolizes change. (fun fact: i wanted them to have a flower middle name and went with dahlia temporarily before i went wait. flowers have meanings don't they. and so i searched up if there's a flower for change and SURPRISE it's dahlia lmaooo 😭 i picked right)

☆ they used to want to become an astronomer when they grew up, but eventually grew out of it once they realized they're just really into space and the actual job would be really boring to them.

☆ they've been a dancer since age 14 and incorporate it into their fighting style. they don't have a particular weapon of choice, but they do like dual wielding, as for them it feels "empty" fighting with just one weapon.

☆ they've always been the "fight first, talk later" impulsive id-type, acting with their instinct and gut feelings rather than thinking rationally or keeping their emotions in check. only after forming a friendship with the main gang did they learn to be more rational and patient, although much of their former self is still there.

☆ they'll often wake up really early just to get their outfit and/or makeup ready. amalia always scolds them for it, and when they tell her she's up early too she replies that at least she's doing something important with her petition.

☆ they and lincoln are both fully and completely versatile, but only when it comes to who's topping or bottoming... since everyone knows it's always ame taking the wheel. upon first meeting him they thought he'd be hard and dominant in bed and were very pleasantly surprised upon finding out that's not the case.

[johnsbleu]

Hold My Hand: John Wick x Reader Chapter 172

warnings: nsfw hmh masterlist

In exactly nine days, you and John will be married for two years (together for three) and Ronan will be one! It’s all coming up so fast, and you’re so excited for her first birthday! She’s gotten so big and has learned so much this past year, and motherhood has been a joy to experience. Parenthood has been a freaking rollercoaster of emotions, but it’s been a blast with John by your side. He’s such a great dad, and Ronan just adores him. It never ceases to amaze you how effortlessly John slipped into his new role as a dad and how naturally it all came to him--he was made for this!

Since the first week of September is a little busy with John’s birthday, Ronan’s birthday, and your anniversary, you’ve been nervous as to how you’re going to take the time to celebrate everything. Thankfully, you and John came up with a plan.

Today is the 28th of August, and you’ll be leaving tomorrow morning for the Bahamas to celebrate John’s birthday and your anniversary. You’ll be coming home on the 4th so that you’re home in time for Ronan’s birthday. You spent the last two weeks going over every single detail, and it’ll all be perfect. You’ve bought all the decorations for it, and everything is going to be just fine!

“Swimsuits!” you gasp as you sit on the floor in front of the dresser, “It’s on a beach, so we need swimsuits.”

“Did I tell you it was on a beach?”

You look over your shoulder at him packing his bag and squint your eyes, “It’s the Bahamas. Of course it’s on the beach.”

John laughs, “I forgot I told you that.”

It was the best option to go somewhere that wasn’t out of your timezone so when Ronan is ready for bed, you and John can FaceTime and see her. Also, if something happened, the trip home would be a quick one. Plus the weather is going to get cool soon, so it’s nice that it’ll be warm where you’re going.

“Seven days in the Bahamas with my peach,” John says as he leans down to kiss the top of your head, “Can’t wait.”

“We decided no gifts, right?” you ask, and John nods his head. You hold his gaze and squint again, and he starts to laugh. You groan, “John! No gifts!”

John puts his hands up in defense, “I just saw something that you’d like.”

“Second anniversary is cotton,” you hold his gaze, “It’s not lingerie, is it?”

“Well, the traditional gift is cotton. Modern is china--I didn’t buy you plates.” he says, and you let out a small laugh, “But no, it’s not lingerie.”

You hum as you look at him, “Okay, well, don’t get too excited about your gift. I promise it’s not groundbreaking.”

“It’s the thought that counts,” John says, leaning down to kiss you again. “I’m gonna get Ronan.”

You nod your head and put some swimsuits aside, then you get up and rush to join John as he gets Ronan up from her nap.

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Ronan somehow always knows when she’s not going to see you for a day or two, because she clings like crazy. She’s currently clinging to your legs as you walk around and pack her bag. When John comes into the room, she runs over to cling to him instead.

“Are you excited to hang out with Finny for a few days?” John asks, and Ronan nods her head, “Then you’re gonna go stay with Grandma and Grandpa.”

You look over at them sitting on the rocking chair, “They have so much stuff planned for you, bug. You’re going to have so much fun!”

Ronan scoots out of John’s lap and babbles as she runs over to you, then she clings to your legs. You look at John and laugh, and he gets off the chair and gets some toys for her to play with so you can finish getting her bag packed. John’s phone rings in his pocket a few moments later, and he presses it to his ear.

“Hello? Hi. Um, yes, it always is. It’s heated.” he says, and you look over at him, “You have a key, don’t you? Yeah, we don’t mind. Of course I don’t. Because you never believe me when I say it’s okay!”

You furrow your brow and sit down on your knees in front of him as he laughs, “Who is that?”

“Your sister,” he says, and you laugh. “She wants to know if she can go swimming while we’re gone.”

“Of course you can!” you say when John puts his phone on speaker, “You know where everything is, you're welcome to come over whenever.”

Tess laughs, “Hey, don’t tempt me, I might just stay there while you’re gone.”

“Me too!” Jimmy yells from the back. “You two excited to go?”

“Yeah,” John smiles as he looks at you, “We’re getting Ro’s bag packed right now.”

You hug Ronan tight when she sits in your lap, “She’s super excited to stay at the Hendricks’ house! She’s very excited to see her silly Uncle Jimmy.”

Ronan loves Jimmy. Ronan loves everyone, but lately she is just in love with Jimmy. Daddy is and always will be number one, so John definitely never has to worry. But Jimmy is her new favorite right now, probably because he’s so wild and does anything to get a laugh from her--even if it’s at his own expense. One day, he nearly knocked himself out doing something stupid to get a big laugh from Ro and Finn. Tess called John and had him rush over since she thought Jimmy had a concussion. He had a minor one but he was fine, and he even got Tess loving on him hardcore the rest of the night.

“We’re excited to have her. Finn and I already got some treats and games to play,” Tess says, and Ronan looks up at you. “You’ll be back on the fourth?”

“Yup. We already got everything done for her birthday party, I just need you to grab her cake on the fourth--two cakes, actually. One is her smash cake. I don’t think we’ll be back in time.” you say, and Ronan looks up at you again at the mention of cake. You press a kiss to the top of her head and hug her, “But everything else is taken care of. We’ll decorate that night and in the morning, then it’s Ro’s first birthday!”

Ronan claps her hands and walks over to climb onto John, and he hands his phone to you before he lays down on his stomach and lets her crawl onto his back.

“We just have to finish packing, then we’ll drop her off in the morning.”

“Yeah, sounds good.” Tess says, and you lay down next to John. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

You prop your head up and look at John, “Yeah, see you tomorrow. Bye.”

John smiles as he holds your gaze, then he reaches over and tucks your hair behind your ear, “I love you.”

“I love you,” you smile, then you let out a grunt when Ronan jumps onto your back. “She sure is a solid baby.”

“Yeah, she loves food.”

You roll over to your back and laugh when she sits on your stomach, “We love a chunky babe though.”

“We do,” John smiles, then he scratches his fingers over Ronan’s tummy as she giggles, drool running down her chin.

Ronan crawls off of you and toddles over to her toys, then she starts pulling things out to play with. John groans as he gets up, then he reaches down for your hands to help you up, kissing your cheek once you regain your footing. He smooths your hair back and scratches the back of your head for a moment, and he smiles when you hum.

“I’m going to finish packing my bag.” he says, and you smile at him, “Not long now, Mrs. Wick, and you’re all mine.”

“Well,” you look at him and smile, “I always am.”

John gives you a little wink, and your stomach flutters as you giggle like a schoolgirl.

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Dropping off Ronan went better than you expected. You expected tears and screaming, but there were none. From Ronan anyway. You sobbed for the ten minutes to the airport. John held your hand and told you that everything would be okay. You knew that, of course, but it still sucks to leave her. He was a little sad too. You just miss her when you’re gone. You’ll see her every night when you FaceTime, and you’ll be back soon, but she’s your little baby. Ronan, on the other hand, probably won’t give two shits that you and John are gone. She has Grandma and Grandpa to hang out with, plus Aunt Tess, Uncle Jimmy, and her besties, Finn, Bleu and Sadie. She’s going to have a blast.

John pulled into the small private airport shortly after dropping Ronan off, and you’d stopped crying by then. He helped the pilot and the co-pilot pack the bags, then he made sure you were feeling okay before taking off. You’ve flown several times now, but your anxiety hasn’t gone away. John does his best to try and take your mind off of it, and for the most part, he does a really good job.

Now John’s currently reading a book while you sit there looking out the window. He hasn’t let go of your thigh since takeoff. In fact, you’re both still buckled in.

“Do you ever worry that we’re leaving Ronan too much?”

From the corner of your eye, you can see John look over at you, even though you’re looking out the window of the plane. He squeezes your hand a little and leans over to kiss your shoulder, and you look at him.

“Last time we were away from her was back in May when we went to Paris. We were away from her for a few days, then she was back with us.”

“You didn’t answer my question.”

John shakes his head, “No, I don’t. I think it’s very healthy that we have time for ourselves. Ronan is still pretty young, and even if she were five years old, I still think it would be good for us to get away to have some alone time. She’ll appreciate that when she’s older. Hopefully, she’ll see how we treat one another and know what is healthy in a relationship, and that’s what she’ll seek.”

“So, you don’t think she’ll be upset with me?”

“Why would she be upset with you?”

You start to laugh, “Because I’m taking her daddy away from her.”

“Baby,” he turns to you and reaches for both of your hands, “She loves you just as much as she loves me.”

“I just don’t think that’s true,” you say, laughing quietly. “I mean, okay, yeah, it probably is. I just don’t want her to be like ‘you and dad always left me when I was a baby.’”

John furrows his brow as he laughs, “She must have incredible memory then, because I’m pretty sure she won’t remember that we left her with family for a week while we celebrated our anniversary.”

“Stop making sense, Jonathan.”

“No, look at me,” he says, and you look at him, “I guarantee that Ronan will appreciate this when she’s older. We’re not just setting an example for when it comes to being a decent human being, we’re setting an example of what she should expect when it comes to her relationships. She deserves someone who will be there for her. She deserves someone who will love her even more after having a child--if that’s what she wants. She deserves someone who will love and respect her, someone who will listen to her and protect her. She deserves everything that you deserve, that everyone deserves.”

You let out a small chuckle, “There you go with your Wick Wisdom. Your Wicks-dom.”

“You hang out with Jimmy too much.” he says, laughing when you looked so pleased with yourself.

“You really are so smart though because all of that made sense.” you say, then you playfully glare at him, “It’s annoying.”

John tucks your hair behind your ear as he smiles, “A healthy household begins with a healthy marriage, and I’ll be damned if I ever fuck this up.”

“You do a very good job at loving us, babe.”

“That’s all I could ever ask for.” he whispers as he leans over to kiss your temple, “As long as my girls are happy and know that they’re loved immensely by me, that’s all I need.”

“You are loved immensely by your girls,” you lean over and rest your head on his shoulder as he intertwines his fingers with yours. “By the way, you give me everything that I deserve. I hope I’m able to give you what you deserve.”

John rests his cheek on the top of your head, “Of course you do. We were made for each other, remember? We’re soulmates.”

You laugh quietly as you close your eyes, “You’re so corny, but I believe you.”

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**

Our first day here, we really didn’t do much. We arrived at the house and just hung out on the beach, watching the sunset and drinking some wine. It was nice, and I think Y/N enjoyed it as well. I’ve never seen her laughing and smiling so much. It’s really nice to see her at ease and not having anything to worry about.

I look over at her as we walk down the beach now, and she smiles when she looks up at me. She leans up and kisses me a few times, then she hugs my bicep in her arms.

“It’s so beautiful here,” she says, walking along the shore. The bottom of her dress is wet as a result of the water, but she doesn’t seem to mind. “And warm.”

“Yeah, it’s nice.” I say, and she kicks a little water at me.

I laugh as she splashes water at me, then she takes off running down the beach. She holds her dress up and steps further into the water, raising her eyebrows and challenging me. She doesn’t think I’ll get in the water. I step forward into the water, and she screams with laughter as she runs away from me, and I chase after her. She heads deeper into the water and throws her arms around my neck when I get to her, and we kiss as the water crashes around us.

“God, I love you.” I whisper, smoothing her hair away from her face, “You’ve made me the happiest man on this planet.”

“Really?”

I nod, “Yeah. I can’t imagine my life without you.”

Y/N wraps her arms around my waist and smiles, then she watches as I reach down and undo the button on her dress as the waves continue to crash around us, knocking her into me a little. She bites her lip and looks up at me as I pull her dress open a little, and I start to smile when I see the light blue lace of her bra.

“Is this new?” I ask, and she nods in response. “And you’ve been hiding it from me all this time?”

“No, I was just waiting for you to discover it. I knew you’d find it by the end of the night.”

I laugh, “And if I hadn’t?”

“Well, I’d give you a few hints.” she says, and I raise my brows and smile as I lean down to kiss her. “If you take me back to the house right now, I’ll let you do whatever you want to me, wherever you want.”

There’s a table in the kitchen that I want to take her on so badly, so I lift her up and carry her over my shoulder as she laughs.

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We’ve been walking around all day and I’m so ready to just go back to the house and eat. I’m ready to put my feet up on the back porch and watch the sunset with my peach, but she has other plans. She’s been pulling me in every direction to all of these shops, and we’ve spent so much money on just things for our family and Ronan. I don’t mind, of course, but I’m tired and ready to go home. My social battery--she taught me that--is running out, fast. I know hers has to be too.

Holding tight to my hand, Y/N happily walks down the street before she points to the woman sitting outside of a store with a table in front of her. I’ll admit that the moons, crystals, and lights around her do make her very intriguing.

“It’s a palm reader or psychic, whatever you wanna call them,” she says as she looks up at me, “We should go.”

“I don’t believe in that stuff, peach.”

She scoffs, “Okay? Maybe I do! Who cares? Let’s just go see what she says. If she’s way off, we’ll just laugh about it when we get home.”

I look down at her and start to smile when she pouts, “Fine.”

Giddily skipping over to the woman, Y/N gives her a small wave before she plops down in the chair across the table from her. I stand behind her and look around at the other stores in hopes that I can find one and get away from this.

I don’t really believe in this stuff, plus they tend to prey on tourists and take their money. They’ll tell them very vague things and give people false hope. I just don’t want Y/N to be upset or anything.

I zone out as the woman and her start to talk, so I’m not sure what she’s telling her, but she pulls out a stack of cards with designs on them. I look over and watch as she sets them down one by one and tells us what they mean--something about how we’ve found success or something. I will admit that we have found a lot of success in our lives and marriage.

“This card here…” she points at it and nods, “Hmm, looks like there might be a new addition to the family sometime soon.”

Y/N starts to laugh as she looks at me, “Interesting.”

“That doesn’t mean you, necessarily. It could be a sibling. And it doesn’t always mean a baby, could be a new pet.” She says, and Y/N looks at me again. Oh, wow. How perfectly vague. I just nod my head and look away since I’m not going to indulge this woman and her vague predictions. “Your husband isn’t so sure about me.”

“I can see that,” Y/N says as she looks at me, smiling widely. She’s completely entertained by this.

The woman laughs, “He’s very protective of you. The energy he’s giving off is very strong. It’s very intimidating. His guard is completely up. Something tells me it always is when he’s with you. You two mesh very well. You are very…what’s the word? Synchronized. When you move, he moves. Where you look, he looks. He’s always one step ahead of you--not in a bad way, no, but in that protective way. He always wants to protect you and put your needs first. I don’t say this to just anyone, but you two are completely perfect for each other. True soulmates. Your paths were always meant to cross. You had some struggles in the beginning, but because you two loved each other so hard, you worked through them. You two were always meant to be together.”

She’s right about that. I’ll let her have that one.

“You worry about that a lot, don’t you?” she asks Y/N, who hesitantly nods. “Don’t worry about if he loves you or not--he absolutely does, sweetheart. You’re his true love. There is no one else in this world he is meant to be with. It’s you. You’re his one.”

Y/N starts to smile as she looks over at me, and I smile back at her. Yeah, okay, I’ll let her have this one too--she’s fucking right!

“And your daughter.” she says, and Y/N and I both look at her. “I see very good things for her. She’s going to be as smart as she is beautiful. And so very kind, just like her mother and father.”

Y/N smiles as she looks at me, “I didn’t tell her that we have a daughter.”

“Well, she had a 50/50 shot…” I say as I sit down next to her.

“Yeah, but I didn’t even tell her that we had a kid.” Y/N says, and I hold her gaze because, sure, that’s true.

The woman just chuckles and nods her head, “This isn’t your first marriage.”

I stare at her for a moment before I shake my head, “No.”

“You lost your wife.” she says matter-of-factly, and I nod my head. She gestures to her chest and heart, “Something with her heart.”

“She had a heart condition,” Y/N says, and I look over at her just as she looks at me.

The woman looks down at her cards and nods her head, then she smiles, “Your parents are very happy that they relocated to be closer to you.”

“Oh?” Y/N smiles, perking up, “I’m glad! We like having them close to us.”

I continue to look at the woman and wonder if maybe she just knows me. Maybe she’s heard about me or something. Most people knew I was married before--that’s why I left. But she doesn’t seem to even give me a lingering look. She has no clue or interest in who I am. I sit back and listen as she talks to Y/N, and the woman laughs when she says something and looks over at me.

The woman looks down at her cards and purses her lips before looking at Y/N, “You’ve recently opened your home to someone.”

“We have!” Y/N smiles, looking at me.

“He’s very grateful.” she says, and I look down at Y/N again when I see her tearing up. “He’s really needed the help you’ve given him, and he really counts on you two.”

Y/N wipes the tear off her cheek when she looks at me.

“Well, I enjoyed our time.” she says, and I reach for Y/N’s hand to help her up. I smile when Y/N looks at me, and she laughs and rolls her eyes playfully. Just as we start to walk away, the woman calls out, “John…”

I furrow my brow since I didn’t give her my name and neither did Y/N, and I turn around to look at the woman.

“Helen is very happy for you. And she approves wholeheartedly,” she says, gesturing to Y/N next to me. I stare at the woman for a moment before she looks down and begins fixing her cards.

Y/N clears her throat and shrugs when I look at her, then she turns to continue down the street with me trying to catch up and figure out how the hell that woman knew Helen’s name.

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“You wanted to stop and talk to her.”

“Well, yeah, but…” she shakes her head and looks out the window, “Never mind. It doesn’t matter.”

I exhale sharply and pull the car into the rocky driveway before I turn it off and look over at her, “So now you’re mad at me?”

“Never said I was.”

“You’re giving me the cold shoulder, peach.”

After we walked away from the woman, Y/N was just different. She was quiet and looked like she was on the verge of tears. We had already eaten lunch, so we decided to just head back to the house. In the car, I tried to reach over and hold her hand, but she pulled away from me and turned toward the door--the telltale sign of an upset peach. I let her do her thing and have her moment, but I tried to get her to open up about why she was upset. She wouldn’t tell me until I finally guessed that it was the woman.

“I’m gonna go sit on the beach for a bit,” she says as she slips out of the car.

I quickly get out, “I can come with you.”

“No, it’s okay.”

“Well,” I struggle to find words and end up just sounding like a dad, “Just stay where I can see you.”

She nods her head and walks away as I watch her. I sigh loudly and walk over to the back porch since I can see her, and I sit down and watch as she plops down in the sand and pulls her knees close to her chest. I let out a big sigh and sit back in my chair, keeping my eyes glued to her.

After sitting on the beach for 20 minutes, she finally gets up and starts walking back to the house. I sit up and smile when she looks at me, but she’s not feeling any better.

“Wait, wait, wait,” I lean back and grab her arm when she walks past, and I pull her into my lap, “Talk to me.”

“I…” she sighs and shakes her head, “You didn’t believe a word out of that woman’s mouth until she mentioned Helen.”

“She was saying vague stuff!” I say, and Y/N gets up and stands in front of me, “Telling us we’re perfect for each other, that there’s going to be a new family member--maybe not a baby, but an animal! It’s vague shit that she probably tells everyone. Of course I don’t believe her.”

Y/N crosses her arms, “So you don’t think we’re perfect for each other?”

“You know that’s not what I meant.” I shake my head, “She just tells everyone that who sits in front of her.”

“Yet you believed her when she mentioned Helen.”

I sigh loudly, “Because how would she know her name?”

“How would she know we have a daughter? I didn’t even tell her we had a baby.”

“She had 50/50 shot at that, peach.” I say, and she rolls her eyes, “Of course when she mentions someone by name I’m going to believe it.”

Y/N huffs and turns her back to me, “I’m not trying to ruin our anniversary week.”

“Just say what’s on your mind. I’m not mad, but I want to talk this out,” I reach for her skirt and tug it a little in hopes that she’ll come back and sit in my lap.

She crosses her arms and looks at me, holding my gaze, “You only believed her when she mentioned Helen, even though she was talking about how great we are together.”

“I think we’re great together! I’ve never questioned that or said that wasn’t true.”

“Put yourself in my shoes for once, John. Think about how you’d feel if she mentioned my husband who passed away. I know you’d be upset too. You’d feel a little jealous. I know you would.”

I take a deep breath and nod, “I know. I would.”

“If she hadn’t passed away, you would still be with her and we wouldn’t be together, and we wouldn’t have Ronan,” she says as she starts to cry, “And that fucking kills me!”

I open my mouth to say something but she quickly moves past and heads into the house. I get up and follow behind her.

“I’m being dramatic, I know!” she turns around and walks backwards, and I realize she’s laughing at herself, “I’m being fucking crazy! I just…I’m so sad about it, John.”

“Peach stop,” I reach for her hand but she turns around and throws herself on the bed as she cries. I lay down next to her and pull her close to me. “Do you think everything happens for a reason?”

“Yes.”

“I do too,” I move her hair and kiss her shoulder, “I think everything happens for a reason, which is why I know everything that happened to me, including losing Helen, led me to you, because we were always meant to be together. I was always meant to find happiness with you, peach. Always. I’ll be honest with you, baby, I believed that lady from the moment she said we were soulmates. Because I know we are too.”

Y/N sniffles, “You’re gonna leave me for being crazy.”

“No, I’m not.” I laugh as I turn her over to her back so I can see her. Her eyes are bloodshot and her face is covered in tears. I prop myself up on my elbow and look down at her, “I have no plans on ever leaving you, but you have to let this go. You have to let this Helen stuff go, sweetheart.”

“I can’t,” she frowns before she starts to cry.

I wipe her tears away and cup her face, “You can, peach, and you have to. You think that all I do is sit and think about her, but I don’t. Believe it or not, I go days without thinking about her, probably even weeks. And I don’t think about her the way I used to at all. I don’t think about her that way anymore. There is no longer a part of me that wishes I could reverse time and go back. I have the best life. If I ever want to reverse time, it’s only so I can get more with you.

She lets out a big sigh and looks up at the ceiling before she turns her head a little to look at me, “Am I crazy?”

“No,” I shake my head and hold her gaze, “If I can let Helen go, you can too.”

“I guess it just hurt my feelings that it seemed like you didn’t believe anything else she said until she mentioned Helen. I wanted you to believe her when she said we were soulmates.”

I start to laugh, “I do! I absolutely believe that, but it doesn’t take a psychic telling me to know that.”

Y/N rolls over so she’s facing me, and we look into each other’s eyes for a few silent moments. She sighs and closes her eyes, so I pull her closer to me.

“I don’t think you even want to know how many times I’d ask myself if I’d ever love someone again. I wondered every single day. I wondered if I’d ever even see someone that way again. One day I told myself that if I never loved again, then oh well. It just wasn’t meant to be,” I say, and a tear rolls down her cheek when she blinks, “I really thought I wasn’t going to ever fall in love again, and I had decided to just live with it. I’d be fine. I’d be lonely, but whatever. But then I met you and everything changed.”

“John,” she frowns and closes her eyes.

I wipe her tears away, “You walked into my life and changed everything, peach. After that, I never once questioned if I’d love again because from the moment I met you, I knew that you were the one I had been waiting for this whole time. I haven’t felt lonely or unloved since you came into my life, Y/N. And I’m so glad you’re here.”

“I wish I wasn’t like this.”

“I love you the way you are,” I say, and she shakes her head, “Dramatics and all. Even when you throw yourself onto the bed and cry, I still love you.”

She starts to laugh, then she leans back to look at me, “Why do you put up with me? It must be so hard.”

“Why do you think you’re hard to put up with?” I ask, and she shrugs bashfully, “It’s because someone else has made you feel that way, but you’re not. You are my favorite person in the world, and if you don’t believe me, go ask the psychic. She said not to worry about it. You believed everything else she said, so believe her when she says that you shouldn’t worry.”

“John, I’m so--”

I press my finger to her lips and raise my brows, “If you say that you’re crazy or insane, I will hold you down on this bed and tickle the shit out of you.”

She finally starts to laugh, “Okay, but I am a little weird.”

“You are,” I admit, and she gasps before she laughs and pushes me over to crawl onto me, trying her best to tickle me, but I’m not ticklish. I get my arms free and wrap them around her, pulling her down to my chest and pressing my lips to hers, “You’re my favorite weirdo, peach. I’d be lost without you. When you’re upset, I know just the right way to love you to make you feel better.”

She nods, “You do.”

“And it’s the same way for me. When I’m upset, you know just how to love me,” I say, and she smiles softly. “See? We’re meant to be. We were made for each other and no one can change my mind about that.”

“Did I ruin our week?”

I shake my head, “Of course not.”

“I’m sorry,” she whispers, and I shake my head, “No, seriously, I am. I love you. You love me.”

“I do.”

She lies down next to me, snuggling into my side, “I really am going to try to let that stuff go. I don’t want to lose you.”

“Not gonna happen,” I say as I kiss her forehead. “I promise that.”

We’re both quiet for a few minutes, just holding on another but it’s so nice.

“Sorry,” she whispers, “I’m just being stupid. I wouldn’t blame you for wanting to leave.”

“Why do you say things like that?” I ask, raising my brows when she looks at me, “That you wouldn’t blame me for wanting to leave or asking why I chose you? Why do you say that stuff?”

She shrugs, “Because any other man would leave. I’m not worth the hassle--I’ve literally been told that. No one would put up with me. No one would choose this. No one would choose me.”

“Then any other man isn’t the right man for you, which they aren’t, because I’m the right man for you. I always will be. And you think no one would choose you? I chose you. I always say something bigger was at play when it comes to us, whether it’s fate, magic, or God, but what it really boils down to is that I chose you because I can’t live without you. We chose each other. Because we want to spend the rest of our lives together. There is no one else I’d rather have bad days with or insecure days with.”

“You don’t get insecure like me, John, you don’t get it.”

I sit up and look at her, “I do get it! Trust me, I get it. Think of my life. Think of how many times people have told me that I didn’t deserve something. So many people have told me that I’d never have a normal life or a happy life, but you’ve helped me retrain my brain. You’ve helped me get out of that slump of thinking I don’t deserve any of this. My insecurities might manifest in a different way, but I get it. I can’t lose you. The thought alone makes me lose my mind. But I get it, Y/N. I get it.”

Y/N sighs as she sits up and nods, “You’re right. That wasn’t fair of me to say. You never really know how much someone has fucked with your head until things are really good. I never realized how much my ex messed me up.”

“I still will kick his ass.” I say, and she starts to laugh. “Think he’s still with your cousin?”

She shrugs, “I don’t know. I don’t follow Andrea on any social media, so I have no clue, but with the way Tonya was when she stayed with us, I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s searching for her daughter’s next boyfriend.”

“Well, she’ll need to look elsewhere,” I say, and she smiles at me, “I am so happily taken. Even if I was single, I’d never date her daughter. I would hate having Tonya as a mother-in-law. I feel like she’d criticize everything I did.”

“She would. Well, maybe not, since she clearly has a boner for you.” Y/N laughs, then she looks up at me, “My mom loves you, so I think she’d literally fight Tonya if she ever tried to take you from me.”

I smile, “I do love Bev.”

“Bev loves her Jonathan.”

“She has never called me John, isn’t that crazy?” I laugh as she smiles. “It’s always Jonathan.”

Y/N laughs, “And she’s never called Jimmy anything but James. I think, sure, she might have called you John once or twice since knowing you, but it’s always Jonathan.”

“Who started that?” I say, squinting my eyes playfully as she smiles.

“I always gushed about you on the phone and called you Jonathan when I talked to her. She’d call and I’d spend at least an hour talking about you.” she smiles as she cups my cheek, “You’re my favorite person.”

I kiss the palm of her hand, “You’re mine, peach.”

“Wanna go for a walk and watch the sun set?”

“I would love that.” I get up from the bed and reach for her hands, pulling her up to me. I cup her face in my hands and kiss her softly as she hums, then I lean back and hold her gaze.

“I really lucked out that day when I decided to check the mail.”

I hug her closer, “Even if you hadn’t gotten the mail that day, I was waiting for you. I’d wait until the end of time for you.”

“You’re a very patient man, John Wick.”

“So I’ve been told,” I laugh as I look down at her, “But thank you for not making me wait too long.”

I fucking love this woman. And yes, that includes her dramatic side.

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There is nothing better than waking up next to someone you love. Y/N is tucked into my side as I slowly wake up, and I smile when she nuzzles closer to me. Surely she’s waking up too. Until then, I just look down at her and smile. I lightly trail my fingers over the few freckles she has on her cheeks and gaze at the fan of her dark beautiful lashes. She has one little freckle just below her eyebrow, so I lean over and press a gentle kiss to it.

As I look down at her, I think that surely I couldn’t love her any more than I already do, but the moment she opens her eyes and looks at me with a smile on her face, I know that my love for her will never stop growing and changing. It’s a little overwhelming when I think about how much I love her. I wouldn’t have it any other way though.

I lean over a little to kiss the top of her head, then I start to sit up, but she puts her hand on my chest to keep me in place.

“I have to pee,” I whisper, and she playfully groans before rolling over and putting her arm over her eyes to block out the sun. No doubt she’ll be coming in when I wash my hands.

Without fail, that’s exactly what happens. The bathroom is dark since I didn’t bother to turn on the light, and I watch through the mirror as she sleepily walks over and plops down on the toilet. After I wash my hands, I crawl back into bed and close my eyes. We’re on vacation, we have no responsibilities or plans, and I’m in no rush to get up for the day.

I hear the water running for several minutes and look over at the bathroom door when it turns off. Y/N is wiping her mouth off as she walks out, and I smile. She’s brushed her teeth, and I know exactly what that means.

I watch as she pulls her shirt off and tosses it aside, then she kicks off her underwear and crawls up the bed, straddling my waist before laying against my chest and kissing me.

“You know you don’t have to brush your teeth before kissing me in the morning, right?”

“My breath is horrid,” she whispers in between pressing kisses to my neck, “It’s for your own good.”

I laugh, “Is mine bad then?”

“No,” she sits up a little as I laugh, then she smiles, “Sometimes, but I don’t mind.”

I hold her tight in my arms as I sit up, then I carefully toss her aside, causing her to yelp a little.

“Okay, that was hot.” she says, fanning herself a little.

I quickly make my way to the bathroom and brush my teeth, then I walk back out to the bedroom to see her laying back on the bed with her hand between her legs. I smile as I walk closer to watch her. Her eyes trail down my body and land right at my crotch, then she smiles.

“Do it, John,” she whispers, watching as I push my boxers down. “Touch yourself while I touch myself.”

I tilt my head a little and raise my brows since she has her legs squeezed shut, and I smirk when I look back into her eyes, “Spread your legs for me.”

Y/N bites her lip as she spreads her legs apart. I stroke myself as I watch her push her fingers deep into her pussy, and I let out a small groan when she rubs her clit and smiles. I walk over to her and lean down to kiss up her body. She cups my face and rests her legs on either side of my waist when I lay on top of her.

As I kiss down her body to settle between her legs, she runs her fingers through my hair and hums before tugging it lightly to show me where she needs me. I look between her legs and smile when I see she’s throbbing for me.

The moment my mouth comes in contact with her, she arches her back and lets out a laugh. She gasps quietly and hums when I suck on her clit, then she hooks her arms around her legs and pulls her knees close to her chest. I move up a little more so I can get a better angle, eliciting loud moans from her.

“Fuck, yeah, yeah, right there,” she pants, then she drops her legs and spreads them apart again, placing her hand on my head and tugging my hair, “Fuck! Oh, shit, I’m gonna come!”

I pump my fingers in and out while simultaneously eating her out, and she moans my name loudly as her body begins to shake. She tells me that she wants me inside her, which is perfect since I can’t last much longer, so I quickly crawl up and slot myself between her legs, pumping my hips at a rapid pace as we look deep into each other’s eyes. Soon, I slow down and take long, deep strokes that cause her to dig her nails into my back and to moan loudly.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” I barely manage to choke out. I kiss down her throat then back up to her lips, “God, you feel so good wrapped around my cock.”

“I’m gonna come,” she whispers, and I nod, “Come with me.”

“That’s the plan,” I joke, and she smiles before pulling me down to kiss her.

Y/N sucks on my ear as my eyes roll shut, and I feel my body tense up before my hips shudder and jolt as I come inside of her. She grips my body tight to her and lets out a loud string of moans as I continue to move my hips, and the friction against her clit causes her to grab my arm and practically scream my name, searching for anything to hold onto as she rides out an intense orgasm. She moans and pants loudly as I look down at her, then she hums and closes her eyes, her cheeks flushed and her hairline damp with sweat. I tuck my face into the crook of her neck for a few moments as we breathe together.

“Well, good morning,” I whisper, and she laughs quietly. “What’s the plan for today?”

“This,” she says, and I raise my brows and jerk my hips a little when she places her hands on my ass. “I want you to fuck me in every position imaginable.”

I smile as I lean down to kiss her, my nose brushing against hers, “Really?”

“Maybe after some breakfast,” she says, lightly scratching my back with one hand while moving my damp hair with the other, “Does that sound good?”

“Sounds great,” I lean down and kiss her softly, but it soon turns to desperate sloppy kisses. I’m growing hard again already and I know she can feel it. I reach down and slowly slide myself back between her legs, and she smiles at me as her eyes slowly roll shut. “Should I go make some breakfast?”

She hums, “Maybe in a few minutes.”

“Oh, yeah?” I laugh, and she blushes as she nods. “What should we do for the next few minutes then?”

Y/N reaches down and pushes me in deeper as she holds my gaze, “I think you have a pretty good idea.”

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**

Even though you said you wanted to spend the day in bed, your body needed a break--John was not holding back during that second round. Honestly, both you and John needed a break after it. The two of you hopped in the shower and got dressed, then you went and sat on the patio while John made a quick lunch for the two of you. The sun was beaming down on you, and you started to feel a little sleepy, so you closed your eyes for a few minutes until John softly nudged you to wake you up so you could eat.

“Still feeling tired?” John asks, smirking when you pull your sunglasses down your nose to look at him.

You playfully roll your eyes and push them back up, “I’m feeling fine now.”

John chuckles before taking a big bite of his salad, “Should we call the kids?”

The kids. Your heart immediately swells.

“Yeah,” you nod as you prop your phone up against your cup. You take a bite of salad just as Logan answers the FaceTime call, so you wave at him.

“Hey! How’s the vacation?”

John leans over, “It’s good! Look at our view from our patio.”

“Whoa! That’s awesome!” Logan says when John turns the camera to show him the beach. “Have you guys swam with sharks yet?”

You start to laugh, “Uh, not sure if we will. You don’t know this, but I have a huge fear of water and fish. I was bit--”

“She says she was bit by a fish, but I don’t know if I believe her,” John teases, laughing when you hold up your elbow to show him the scar. “Yeah, she says she has a scar. I see nothing, Logan.”

“How are you though? Is everything okay there?”

Logan nods, and you can see he’s sitting in the living room, “Yeah, everything is good. Just been working, coming home, and going to bed. I took Bleu with me yesterday when Daniela and I went on a hike. He loved it.”

“I bet,” John says, leaning over again, “Where’s he now?”

You smile when Bleu sits up and looks at the camera while you and John talk to him. He tilts his head from left to right when John talks to him, and you laugh when he whimpers a little.

“Oh, he misses his daddy.” you say, and John frowns a little.

John loves this dog so much. He still gets sad to leave him behind when he can’t come with somewhere. He is John’s little buddy. It never fails to make you swoon.

“I’m glad to hear things are good there, Logan,” you say, and he brings the phone back up to him.

“I saw Ronan just a little bit ago.” he says, and you and John both lean in. “I took Bleu for a walk and stopped to talk to Tess and Jimmy. Ro’s doing really well. She was laughing hysterically at Jimmy.”

John chuckles, “Yeah, she thinks he’s so funny for some reason.”

“He’s a little jealous,” you say, gesturing to John who shakes his head as he laughs. “I’m glad everything is going well there. We just wanted to check in and make sure you were okay.”

“Yeah, I’m good.” Logan smiles, and you nod your head.

John leans over to get into view of the camera, “Call or text us if you need anything, okay?”

“I will, but I’m good! Just hanging out and working.”

You smile as you wave, “We’ll talk to you soon. Be safe!”

“I will, you guys too!” he waves back, “Bye.”

“Bye, sweetheart!” you say as you and John both wave before hanging up.

Now it’s time to talk to your very favorite girl. You prop your phone back up and take another bite of food while the phone rings, and you and John both lean closer when the call is answered and all you hear is Ronan laughing.

“Bug!” you and John say in unison when she looks at the camera.

“Hi, hi, hi,” she waves, and you wave back at her.

Tess laughs as she leans down, “Hello there.”

“Hi! How’s it going?”

“Good!” Tess smiles, holding up her phone so you can see Ronan, “We’re hanging out in the backyard for a bit, then we’re going to your house to swim. Logan is there, so we’re going to grill out for lunch.”

You nod, “We just talked to him. I didn’t know if he worked or not, so I called him first hoping to catch him before he went to work, but he must not today.”

“No,” Tess shakes her head, “Jimmy let everyone have the day off today since it’s so nice. I think he just wanted to spend time with Ro.”

John scoffs, “He’s trying to steal my baby.”

“Am not!” Jimmy says before leaning down to get in frame, “You’re just mad that she thinks I’m funny. I can’t help it that I’m a jokester.”

“More like a joker,” John says, and you nudge his arm as he laughs.

“Be nice!”

John laughs, “He knows I’m messing with him.”

You smile as you look back at your phone, “How is she? She’s not too fussy, is she?”

“She was a little fussy last night. I think she was just a little confused and wondering where you two were, but she’s fine now,” Tess says as you frown, “Babe, she’s fine! Listen to her!”

Ronan has been giggling the entire phone call now, and it just makes you frown even more.

“I miss her!”

“She misses you too,” Tess says, then she points at the phone, “Ro-ro, say hi to momma and daddy.”

Ronan waves her hand and smiles, showing off her little teeth. She squeals and claps her hands, “Daddy!”

“Hi, baby,” John says, waving at the camera, “Daddy misses you!”

“I’m here too!” you say, and Ronan squeals loudly, saying your name over and over. “Hi, sweet girl!”

Ronan grins as she looks at the two of you through the camera, talking all about something. You can’t even keep up because she’s talking so fast. She slips off of Tess’ lap and runs away, and you and John both frown. She probably misses you too, but she just wants to play with Finn.

“Sorry, Finn got a new toy, so…” Tess turns the camera so you can see Ronan and Finn playing with a bubble gun, and you smile when you see Ronan running over to pop the bubbles as they fall to the ground.

“Tess,” you say, and Tess grins when the camera is back on her. “Did you buy her another new outfit?”

Tess laughs, “I don’t get to buy dresses! I mean, hell, if Finn wanted to wear them we’d buy them, but he doesn’t want to. I saw it and thought it would look cute on her. I was right!”

“She does look cute,” you say, frowning when the camera turns back to Ronan playing with bubbles.

“She’s okay, you guys. She’s having fun and she’s doing just fine. She’s eating and sleeping fine. She’s okay.”

“I know, we just miss her.” you say, and John nods. “Thank you for taking her.”

Tess scoffs as she turns the camera back to her, “I’m honored you let me have her.”

“Well, who else would we have let take her?”

“Mom?”

You start to laugh, “Mom would lose her mind having her for a week straight. She’s on a bit of a naughty streak right now.”

“Oh, we know,” Tess says, and you grimace.

Jimmy laughs as he bends down closer to the camera, “She’s taken to pinching me, by the way. Where the hell did she learn that?”

You smile when John looks over at you, “No idea.”

You tend to pinch him playfully sometimes. It doesn’t hurt him, of course, and it’s not intended to, it’s just a playful thing, and maybe Ronan sees it. Who knows? You should probably stop though so she doesn’t do it to other kids.

“It doesn’t hurt, but she thinks it’s so funny,” Jimmy says.

“It’s because you make a big scene and throw yourself on the floor. She thinks it’s hilarious.” Tess says, and you put your hand over your mouth as you laugh and look at John who does the same exact thing. “It’s fine, but her and Finn are going to be little shits when they’re like…eight and nine. We’re going to be called into the principal’s office at least once a week.”

John laughs, “She must get those mischievous genes from her mom.”

“Oh, yeah, totally,” you say sarcastically, then you smile at Tess, “Well, I’m glad she’s good.”

“I said she’s doing okay, I never said she was good!” Tess teases, and you laugh. “I’m kidding. She’s absolutely precious and I love her and would die for her. I’ll keep sending pictures and videos of her to keep you updated, but stop worrying about her and enjoy your anniversary! Go have sex on the beach or something. Wait, the beach is private, right?”

You hum, “Somewhat. No one is really around us.”

John leans over and kisses your neck, “Doesn’t sound like a bad idea. I’d like to take you on the beach again.”

“I heard that, you sicko.” Tess says, and you and John both laugh. “I love you both. Talk to you later!”

“Love you! Give Ro lots of hugs and kisses from us. Bye!” you hang up the phone and look over at John as he smiles at you, “Now my sister knows we had sex on the beach.”

John laughs, “Like you weren’t going to tell her anyway.”

“Okay, so maybe I just like to brag sometimes.” you say as John leans over to kiss you. “Do you have the patience to wait for me to finish my salad?”

“I guess,” he teases, and you slowly take a bite as you look at him. He laughs and rolls his eyes, “You’re a little shit. Ronan gets it from you!”

You smile proudly, “Maybe!”

John eyes you as you eat the last few bites of your salad slowly, and he huffs and dramatically sits back in his seat while you try not to laugh. You finally let out a laugh as you get up, and John follows behind you into the kitchen. You look over your shoulder at John as he stares at you, and you turn around and quickly pull your tank top off.

“I’m ready now.” you say, holding his gaze.

John’s eyes drop down to your breasts as he smiles, and he quickly grabs you and carries you off to the bedroom as you laugh.

“Wrong way!” you laugh, pointing toward the beach. He quickly changes direction as he spanks you, and you cling to him as he brings you down to the beach.

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Yuli Entertainment’s interview SBMS exclusive interview with Xiao Zhan ☀️

Xiao Zhan: I have some questions about Shengyang

"The value of an actor lies in using his work to speak and having a very real feedback connection with the audience."

At the end of 2019, Xiao Zhan had just celebrated his 28th birthday. He received the script of "The Sun Is With Me" and met the 26-year-old Sheng Yang in the script.

About the same age and having similar work experiences, there seems to be some wonderful connection between Sheng Yang and Xiao Zhan. Coupled with the lively and lovable characters in the script, it seems to be an obvious choice to take on the drama.

In Xiao Zhan's work resume, he has played the roles of a lonely and cold prince, a young man with infinite sincerity, a soldier who strives to break through himself, a doctor who is cold on the outside and hot on the inside, etc. These roles have given Xiao Zhan different life experiences. But he still seems to be missing a life-flow work - after Sheng Yang met the audience, this role filled the gap.

The script took more than three years to write. Xiao Zhan also experienced some of his own growth during these three years, which made him have some doubts about his firm choice of Shengyang, "I At 31 years old, how can I play the role of a young brother who is new to the world and has no experience in the world? Can I convince the audience?" In his heart, Xiao Zhan asked himself repeatedly.

Xiao Zhan told screenwriter Li Xiao all these questions.

The original Sheng Yang was lively and innocent, with endless energy. In Li Xiao's words, "He was a sunny and light character." This was also Xiao Zhan's initial feelings about Sheng Yang, but such a character was very Soon there was a round of challenges.

After writing more than 20 episodes of the script, Li Xiao's emotional life has changed, and he has a deeper understanding of the love story between his younger brother and his older sister. "The younger brother who really wants to fall in love must be very mature in his Temperament and ideas." Li Xiao said.

26-year-old Sheng Yang actually has several years of work experience. Should he still be a big boy who doesn't understand the world? Is it possible that I admired Jian Bing for ten years because of an advertisement ten years ago? Should Sheng Yang be a completely straight-forward and passionate character? Can I fall in love with my sister Jian Bing just based on pure love?

These questions seemed to have different answers in Li Xiao's mind. At this time, Xiao Zhan met Li Xiao for the first time at the script planning meeting.

Xiao Zhan's doubts and Li Xiao's thoughts collided at the same time, "Sister Li Xiao and I have met each other late." In Xiao Zhan's eyes, Li Xiao is a person who is very serious about work. The two people's thoughts about Sheng Yang We hit it off right away at the first script meeting.

Xiao Zhan was worried that he might not interpret well the "image of a fledgling, inexperienced younger brother" that was almost overthrown by Li Xiao, and he transformed into a more resolute character, a bit stubborn, and a more serious Sheng Yang. He is no longer a novice in the workplace, but a character with strong personal abilities, inner aspirations, and a sense of maturity.

When encountering difficulties, Sheng Yang is responsible; he also has his own persistence when he extends an olive branch to Jian Bing after losing his job; choosing to start a business is not a young and energetic impulse or a hothead, "We want the audience to believe that Sheng Yang After everything he has gone through, I believe in the decisions he has made," Xiao Zhan said.

Xiao Zhan participated in such script meetings three times in total. The communication with Li Xiao also extended from the script itself to the two people's taste in art. "We will talk about some of the works we have watched recently, and she will recommend many to me." I also saw interesting movies, TV series, and even FM and audio books through her recommendations, and I saw a lot of good works that I had never seen before.”

It is in this atmosphere that Sheng Yang's image becomes more and more full-in Xiao Zhan's heart, Sheng Yang is no longer just a cold description like words, but outlines a complete character portrait. All Sheng Yang's choices The motivations become clear. Only by convincing yourself can the audience have the possibility to believe. Sheng Yang's changes finally gave Xiao Zhan the confidence to perform.

"Now Shengyang has a clear growth line, and the family atmosphere is also clearer. His sense of responsibility and ability, as well as his ability to withstand stress, have improved. His relationship with Jian Bing has also become more grounded and more capable. Make people believe it." In the three years of script creation, Sheng Yang, like Xiao Zhan, has grown up.

"SBMS" was filmed in Chongqing, a city where Xiao Zhan has lived and can give him a sense of security. It may be easier to find the "sense of life" desired in the play in such a city.

Even so, Xiao Zhan was still a little nervous before joining the group, "What I'm particularly worried about is actually that I want to interpret the character of Sheng Yang in a very life-like and natural way. If I can make everyone feel that Xiao Zhan is not acting, but If he is Sheng Yang, then it will be successful."

How to interpret a life-like character is a lesson that Xiao Zhan must complete.

Director Song Xiaofei once took Xiao Zhan to Shengyang's home. After entering Shengyang's room, Xiao Zhan first stopped and looked around to familiarize himself with the environment. Then he went to tidy up the quilt and pillows he was going to sleep on. He sat on the sofa again, then got up, came to the desk, and adjusted all the ornaments on the desk to where he could easily reach them.

"I particularly like the Shengyang family. The art teachers in "SBMS" are very good. They made the Shengyang family very life-like. So when I walked in, I didn't feel like I was acting at all. Instead, it felt like I had already I’ve lived here for a long time.”

In Shengyang's room, Xiao Zhan seemed to see the house where he lived when he was a child. Whether it was the living atmosphere or the environment, everything was too similar.

With such an atmosphere, Xiao Zhan wants to show the role of Sheng Yang better. Therefore, he is always a little nervous, "I have never acted in such a life-oriented drama, and I will be a little uneasy." From the first day of filming, Xiao Zhan would send the director a message every day. information.

"Director, do you think there are any adjustments today?"

"Director, do you think this is okay?"

"How do you feel?"

"How about the scene tomorrow?"

Xiao Zhan likes the feeling of being in the sun on the set of "SBMS". He communicates, discusses, and creates with the director every day. For Xiao Zhan, this is a way to make progress.

On the first day after joining the group, Xiao Zhan's first scene was the scene where Sheng Yang met Jian Bing in a restaurant ten years later. Song Xiaofei deliberately put this important scene on the first day of filming in order to retain Xiao Zhan's character. The feeling of just getting to know Bai Baihe is exactly what the character needs.

Recalling the first day of filming, Xiao Zhan thought it was "quite fun." On the second day, when filming the scene where Jian Bing was drunk and Sheng Yang took care of her in the hotel, Bai Baihe's acting skills brought some touches to him. .

"The plot of that part was that Jian Bing asked for a song. Sheng Yang asked what the title of the song was. Jian Bing looked at Sheng Yang and said, "I really love you." What impressed me deeply was the look in Sister Bai's head when she raised her head. This was very shocking to me at the time. I saw the light in her eyes and her whole state directly and closely, and I really learned a lot."

The excellent performance of the opponent actor also inspired Xiao Zhan's energy. In the subsequent scenes where Sheng Yang muttered to himself, Xiao Zhan's performance was more refined than when he was walking.

Director Song Xiaofei is always good at capturing the impromptu reactions of actors under the camera, and that reaction is the most real and the most touching to the audience. Xiao Zhan said: "In the play "SBMS," I Just do subtraction, don’t think too much about the design or anything else, it’s enough to just immerse yourself in the character.”

Sheng Yang's lines are life-like, but they also convey viewpoints. To be able to express these views without preaching is a test of the screenwriter's creative ability, and it is also a test of the actor's line performance.

Director Song Xiaofei does not ask the actors to say their lines exactly according to the script, which makes it seem a bit rigid. Most of them do not deviate from the original settings of the script, and the actors can handle it as they feel comfortable. "This is similar to the costume dramas I have made before. There are still some differences. For costume dramas, there is his own way of segmenting lines and saying words." Xiao Zhan said.

In addition to family, love and other story lines, Sheng Yang's work scenes are also very important. When walking into Shengyang's office, Xiao Zhan, who had also been a designer, even had a sense of time travel. "Those work stations, hand-drawn tablets, pens, and even the office and design software in the computer are all too familiar." Sitting at Shengyang's workstation, Xiao Zhan will feel relaxed.

"Although these software are not commonly used now, and the technology is a bit degraded, it is still possible to make some pictures and cut some short films when filming." While waiting for the scene on the set, Xiao Zhan would occasionally make two random sketches on the draft paper. , this sense of atmosphere created an inexplicable connection between him and the character Sheng Yang.

In "SBMS", there is a scene that moved the audience and called out the truth: Sheng Yang lost his job due to a certain project accident, but he did not complain to his parents. Instead, he behaved as usual every day and went out to find a job at the designated time. , go home on time to accompany your parents.

Xiao Zhan fully understands Sheng Yang who reports good news but not bad news, because the way he gets along with his family is similar to Sheng Yang. Xiao Zhan likes the noisy but harmonious way of getting along with each other in the play, " Parents will quarrel and have arguments, but they love each other very much, are very happy, and are very beautiful." During the filming of "SBMS", Xiao Zhan's parents visited him twice. For Xiao Zhan, This is also a kind of happiness.

The audience said that "Sheng Yang is Xiao Zhan in the parallel world." Sheng Yang, a Chongqing native and designer, has a high degree of similarity with Xiao Zhan. Xiao Zhan himself also felt that "in the process of playing Sheng Yang, I will It's a little bit unconscious." For example, Sheng Yang and Xiao Zhan would scratch their heads when they were shy.

"But I'm also afraid that everyone will feel this way." Xiao Zhan said, "I'm afraid that the audience will project their feelings and emotions towards Xiao Zhan onto this character. Although Sheng Yang and I have the same career, in fact we are in the same profession. The personalities are still different, Xiao Zhan may be quieter and more stable, while Shengyang is more outgoing."

There will definitely be some connection between the character and the actor himself. The real reaction given during the filming may include Xiao Zhan's own temperament in some of Sheng Yang's scenes, but this does not mean that Sheng Yang is the actor. Xiao Zhan.

If the audience feels that Sheng Yang seems to be truly living in a certain time and space, it may also mean that Xiao Zhan's interpretation of this character has achieved a landing effect. The "sense of life" he wants to show has been The audience approved.

Broadcasting three TV series in one year is a very rare achievement for an actor. Xiao Zhan also knows clearly, "The value of an actor lies in using his works to speak and having a very real feedback connection with the audience." In the future, TV series are still Xiao Zhan’s main development direction, what will be his next work?

[floradinterlunium]

GCF Tokyo

Will Forever be the Captain of this “Ship.” I wish every supporter of Jikook today could have been in the fandom 5 years ago. Could have had the pleasure of waking up on November 8th to this beautiful declaration of love! Jikook have given us so much since then But this for the moment takes the cake!

I joined the fandom in 2015 closer to 2016. I was barely in the fandom two weeks before being pretty convinced that Jikook were more than friends ( I can go into detail later about that).  I remember constantly being torn between certainty and uncertainty because while jikook were questionable pre 2017, they were still more subtle. However, 2017 was a crescendo, every month getting a tad bit louder...we all knew something was on the horizon and then September hit and JK had a breach in his security and his itinerary was leaked. This sent the fandom into overdrive. Half the fandom scrambling to rid the internet of this info, and the other half torn between letting their curiosity get the best of them and shutting down sesange gossip. However, regardless of where one stood, if you were active in the fandom at all during this time you heard the rumors, you saw the itinerary, you learned about the gossip--JK and JM were going to Tokyo in October for JM’s birthday and JK paid for it. I remember trying hard to not talk about it or think about it. It could very well be a lie and it wasn’t right how we came to learn about it! Bloggers overall did a good job of shutting down discussions on this topic so there was silence on it...until there wasn’t.

Jimin’s birthday comes and goes and no trip. This leaves many to forget the rumors all together. Then October 28th hits and the below pictures are shared.

The whole fandom is going crazy! Jungkook and Jimin are in fact heading to Tokyo. They were spotted at Busan International Airport and seen off by their families. No one wants to say it but we are all thinking it...the rumors were true...and that was a legit sesange.

Every day they are gone we are being shown picture after picture of their time in Tokyo. And I remember thinking...Did JK really pay for all this...did he truly do this for JM’s birthday?!?!

Then the trip was over...the fandom was still recovering from the news that JM and JK literally went on vacation together and it was an all expense paid trip...paid for by none other than JK.  Then JM drops another bomb.

The fandom is sent back into overdrive...we could just see the pink aura around them! And it made all of us crazy because we couldn’t believe this was all happening and we were getting to experience it in real time.

And just as we were thinking we are in heaven...JM post his clips of their trip together. We are sent again into party celebration mode. 

When I tell you 2017 was the year, it was the year!!! It was day after day of being hit with something new. But just when we thought we were done the crescendo of the year reached it’s peek...JK drops GCF in Tokyo. And there was a short quiet. 

There was a quiet stillness because while most of us believed Jikook were a couple, we had resolved ourselves to the fact that we could be wrong. GCF Tokyo changed all that. 

I remember watching it over and over and over again thinking...OH MY! This is real...I’ve always felt it was real but this...this makes me know it’s real. It was a quiet but loud realization that reverberated across the fandom. Jungkook is in LOVE LOVE with Jimin. For a moment I thought this was their coming out video...because who could watch this and question Jikook at all! Was this it! Was this their way of telling the world who they love? 

While many still found a way to discredit GCFT, I think it was in a way JK’s way of declaring his love to JM, declaring it to anyone that would listen. I believe most of Korea heard it and we heard it! November 8th was the day my certainty turned into assurance. It is one of the most beautiful films and every time I watch it I am in awe of JK’s boldness. My heart melts thinking of JM’s reaction to seeing it for the first time. How loved he must have felt! How surprised...he must have cried so much!

When they returned they kept surprising us. Every year since 2017 has been a little louder. I think GCFT showed them that they could get away with a lot. That they could be a glass closet...they could be loud and people still would feign ignorance or deny it. It gave them a degree of freedom to be themselves without fear of the repercussions. If people weren’t convinced by GCFT they will never be convinced!

I wanted to write about this because I hear many people scoff at any mention of GCFT and say things like...that was years ago! And that bothers me to my core because GCFT is tantamount to a love letter or a proposal. A proposal is a proposal no matter if it was 5 seconds ago or 5 years ago. It doesn’t matter if the couple is still together or not...the proposal happened proving at the very least that love was once there! 

Saying that it was years ago is not a rebuttal, I’m not even sure what one is trying to suggest with that statement. Are you saying that because it’s old, it’s irrelevant? If that’s the case you are admitting that 5 years ago it was relevant, meaning you accept that they were dating 5 years ago? But most that make these claims wouldn’t agree to those terms. They throw out that’s old to diminish the impact of it...to pretend like old evidence isn’t evidence today of a relationship. 

Saying “ that was years ago” is a senseless statement that holds no genuine meaning. GCF Tokyo will always be proof...even if they broke up it would still be proof that Jikook were in love in 2017! It will always be proof because it’s like a page from JK’s diary...it’s his heart on the screen! It’s his love letter to JM and that will never change. That is a fact and will always stand to be true...10, 20, 100 years from now...GCFT will still be JK’s love letter! No amount of time changes that.

Now we can all argue when their relationship started and we all have our theories but stamp in the timeline that is certain is November 8, 2017. They were definitely in a committed relationship at that time and since I see no change in their dynamics other than growing intimacy, domesticity, and comfort...it’s safe to assume that their timeline is still active and moving.