#fic: the sweetest thing

[illneverrecover]

Thank you so much for including me on such an amazing and comprehensive list!! Glad florist Yoongi nestled his way into your heart 🥰

Favorites Fic Recs 4

was supposed to post this a long time ago but tumblr didn't save...this got a little long, apologies (or you're welcome?)

Kim Seokjin

Replacement (@akinnie75)

The truth untold (@vminity21)

The flower bridge (@yoongsisbae)

Fall for me (@ebonyinktea)

Cinnamon bliss (@yoonia)

Glazed and dazed (@floralseokjin)

Voix (@yoonia)

With you (@yoonpobs)

I'm all yours (@sailoryooons)

Smile (@shuadotcom)

Scar kisses (@girl8890)

No pyjamas (@jinkookspencil)

Min Yoongi

No more (@gyukult)

Chocolate opal (@babesindestroyland)

Changing one's tune (@1uckygold)

Before you go (@sweetcarrotsandroses97)

Perfect for me (@7dipity)

Ps, is it okay if I start calling you dad (@btsficsandsuch)

The third & sixth (@jimlingss)

Insecurities (@taetae-mic)

Performance evaluation (@kookscrescent)

Tricks of the trade (@stutterfly)

I'll protect you (@glassbangtan)

My miss right (@lavenjoon)

Step up (or step out) (@hollyhomburg)

Never, never fall (@joheunsaram)

The seven year itch (@jimlingss)

The sweetest thing (@illneverrecover)

Ink petals (@yminie)

Quiet and qualms (@sugafreeagustd)

Illicit favors (@yoongiofmine)

Jung Hoseok

Outro: love is not over (@kiirokero)

Heaven sent (@aquagustd)

Sunshower (@jimlingss)

Unconditionally (@rmsrkive)

Kim Namjoon

The stand in (@yoonia)

The making of: Love (@inkjam-moon)

Easy, like sunday morning (@angelguk)

Inside my mind (@jimlingss)

Park Jimin

Into the wilderness (@gukyi)

Darling you're beautiful (@choking-on-tae)

Puppy steps (@simp-4-jm)

Strip (@yoonia)

A special gift (@peachy213jiminie)

Lovesick (@jimlingss)

My forever: Park Jimin (@bts-trash-blog)

The only way (@ethertae)

Exposure (@dreamyjoons)

Kim Taehyung

Charade (@ughcore)

Wabi sabi (@flurrys-creativity)

Like real people do (@bangtanloverboys)

Lost in you (@jjkeverlast)

Spice (@aquagustd)

A little while (@noteguk)

Mine to claim (@jimilter)

Colors (@lovelytaes-blog)

Insomnia (@hobiwonder)

Sweeter than peaches (@jiminisnotavirgin)

Jeon Jungkook

Love is gone (@jeonbunnie)

2002 (@tattookoo) -> pt. 2 to 1999

Drown in your body (@sparklingchim)

Last christmas (@whatifyoulivelikethat)

Bleeding for you (@mixtapejimin)

I can handle it (@beautifulfuckup99)

Blackjack (@kpopfanfictrash)

Fifth wish (@jiminrings)

The spins (@here2bbtstrash)

From home (@gyukult)

The habits of a broken heart (@softykooky)

Not tired (@gggukniverse)

Cool with you (@kooktrash)

Late (@elitekook)

ストロベリー (?) (@euaphoric)

Tender (@liveyun)

A friends help (@armpirate)

Nevertheless (@nochukoo97)

Dress you up (@plvmkoo)

Soju (@plvmkoo)

Jealousy ink (@kooktrash)

Starry night (@kithtaehyung)

When she loved me (@jungkookstatts) [only fanfic that has made me cry, tread carefully)

He is love (@btsrunmylife)

Rattled (@gukslut)

Love alive (@jamaisjoons)

1999 (@tattookoo)

Home (@bonny-kookoo)

Tteokkboki (@taetaesbaebaepsae)

Cat got your tongue (@jessikahathaway)

The boxer's girlfriend (@i-am-baechu)

Honest fuckboy (@hobiwonder)

Perfect love (@i-am-baechu)

Soft (@hamsterclaw)

Brown-eyed baby (@jeonstudios)

Wrong time (@spideyjimin)

Cherry (@peachypinkygloss)

Off-league (@hansolmates)

For me (@personasintro)

OT7

Bon voyage: Into the sea (@yoongsisbae)

Thank you to all of the wonderful writers, ily <3

[ayyy-pee]

nanami tells you he loves you for the first time when he knows you can't hear him. you've dozed off in the middle of your movie night...again, popcorn fallen to the floor and kernels scattered. which isn't much of a surprise to him. in fact, you fall asleep during almost every movie night. work has been hard on you lately and you just can't seem to stay awake long enough to finish a movie.

it doesn't annoy nanami either. he finds it quite endearing, really and often finds himself observing the pretty way your lashes fan across your face. how your lips do this cute little pouty thing that makes him want to kiss you. how sometimes you snore (but he'd never tell you he knows that). he can't get enough of you. it only confirms what he'd known only two weeks into dating.

he loves you

there are not many things in this world nanami fears, but he does fear scaring you off by falling too hard, and falling too fast. he does fear you not returning his feelings. and he even fears how intense this love he has for you is. but, he couldn't have avoided it if he tried. before he knew it, he was already smitten with you.

and it's still far too early for him to build up the courage to say these three little words to you when you're wide awake and able to respond (the most terrifying part to him), but he knows what he feels. that's one thing nanami is absolutely certain of.

so when you nuzzle further into his chest tonight, the noise of the television fades into the background for nanami, and he finds himself leaning down to press his lips to the crown of your head where he whispers, so so softly, "I love you."

a part of him wishes you'd hear it, surprise him by opening your eyes and smiling up at him. maybe tell him you love him, too. but your soft and even breaths tell him you're deep into dreamland.

'that's alright,' he thinks. because he's certain of his love for you, and he's sure that one day he'll be brave enough to tell you just how certain he is.

[shannonallaround]

I was reading more of @sparkles-rule-4eva’s fic Enchanted and had to draw this scene its way too adorable ahhhhhh

[dottowos]

hii! i love your sfw blog and you dont know how happy i am about finding this one. like holy shit i read everything in one sitting 🧎‍♀️‍➡️

i had this lil idea in my mind, we're talking about fragile!reader. even though reader is much weaker than they used to be they still desires dottore and he knows it, but is hesitant how sex would affect readers health. after much persuasion he finally gives in and indulge them. how do you think this will go? (fem!reader if possible ;3)

have a nice day <33 take care

When you woke up, sex was the last thing on your mind, considering you were just happy to be back with your beloved after all these years. However, as time went by, you couldn't help but keenly notice how, well, to put it very simply, hot he was. The way his harness squeezed his body or the time you accidentally walked in on him changing and spied the blue hair peaking up from the top of his underwear. It was all very obvious especially when you whenever you cuddled with him. (Dottore, surprisingly was unaware and more concerned at your squirming and body temperature.) Until you finally just come out and tell him because you're not sure how much longer you can go without him - initially, he pauses to take in your embarrassment and fidgeting, before humming thoughtfully - your feelings are very much reciprocated, but of course he puts your comfortableness over pleasure.

Dottore would feed you a chocolate with special ingredients that make your body more energized and loose so you wouldn't be stiff or too tired during it. At the beginning it feels more like an interrogation from all the questions he's asking you before he actually begins touching you. He would also have everything so meticulously planned out (literally had notes written) that it makes you feel a bit silly you were dying that badly to have him inself you. But when he takes his gloves off, suddenly you're very acutely aware of how close he is to you.

He would first begin by getting you to relax as much as possible and create such an environment accordingly. Dottore would start from the top of your body and make his way down before even thinking of touching your clothed pussy. He also has a soft spot for your breasts and thighs - he loves squeezing them when he's lost in thought, but that's not the point. Sucking and leaving as much marks as possible to get you riled up is his goal. He is amused by how impatient you get so quickly, bucking upward into the air - you should take a page out of his book, and rather quickly...

His fingers are so filling too - he's changed so much since he was a student - just one has you gasping. However he'd already prepared himself to be very patient with you. By the time he puts his third in, he says it's necessary if you want to take his cock. When you finally come, you can already feel a bit tired from the exertion, but at least he gives your pretty pussy a kiss and cleans your mess for you. Of course that directly leads into him buried between your legs for agonizingly long time (but let's leave that for the fic).

He takes so long with you, you eventually get fed up and pouty that his clothes are still on - but your words go dry once everything is finally off. Scars line his body and face, his harnesses extend not only to just his chest but around his firm thighs as well, his bulge looks almost painful but he paid no attention to it. You can't help but reach out and give it a stroke, to which Dottore quickly grabs your hand. He's nearly come untouched - right now he's trying to ignore it so he can spill himself into your cunt first.

When Dottore finally pushes inside you, he kisses your tears away and let's you babble to your heart's content, keeping a firm hand on your chest to ease your twitching. Your mind is so foggy, you don't take in his own needy expression or register when he sinks his teeth into you. He starts slow and manuevers your body to his will, not like you have much strength other than to dig your fingers into his back. A part of him wants to drag his out for as long as he can, to feel your warm embrace, but he doesn't want to overexhaust you. When he finally comes, he tries to pull away, but you hold onto his arm tightly with pleading eyes. Cleaning up can wait a little longer, especially after such a tender moment.

[illneverrecover]

REI 😭😭 Ahhhh thank you so much for thinking of me again and including 'The Sweetest Thing' on yet another amazing list!! There are some on here I haven't yet checked out, but know if you're including them, they're going to be delectable. Thank you again for sharing, you're an angel!

Fic Library: Yoongi (Pt 2)

My ult bias, it makes sense that there were too many to fit into one list. All of these authors capture the essence of my favourite tsundere king, check these stories out and show them some love. Part 1 here.

A Steamy Conversation by @madbutgloriouspond. Yoongi x f! reader. You walk in on a half-naked, dripping wet, tangerine haired Yoongi, he's mean and cocky and the inevitable happens. Smutty perfection from Memes.

Clockwork Heart by @vyduan. Yoongi x reader. The chaebol tsundere Yoongi that I'll never stop screaming about. A brilliant, capable reader, a hot Yoongi who does secret acts of kindness, and beautifully rendered side characters including wise and witty BFF Seokjin.

Knee-high by @jjungkookislife. Yoongi x reader in an established relationship. A sexy, skirt wearing, orange haired, watermelon chapstick using Yoongi with a lip piercing in a smutty, enjoyable read.

I'm not even gonna say it by @taetaespeaches. Yoongi x reader. An incredibly cute, fluffy read, where Yoongi stops for lemonade on a swelteringly hot day.

Fireworks by @starlostjimin. Yoongi x f! reader in an established relationship. A soft, fluffy, spicy story with the domestic Yoongi of my dreams.

Too hot to sleep by @gamerguk. Fiance Yoongi x reader - a short, smutty read with a hilarious cameo from Hobi at the end.

The Sweetest Thing by @illneverrecover. A super cute sweet treat featuring a grumpy florist Yoongi and a baker reader.

Kinkmas Day Four drabble by @monimonimoon. A deliciously hot, petty co-worker Yoongi at the office Christmas party.

On the nature of living by @sugalaritae. Griddle's an incredible writer, and this very beautiful story starts off with Yoongi x a ghost reader and resonates so much with me emotionally.

Home by @junghelioseok. Secret agent AU with Yoongi x reader. Short, sweet and comforting.

Set me free by @hesperantha. A time-travel tale with tragedy of epic proportions. You won't have read anything else quite like it.

The one with Yoongi, Netflix and zero chill by @eoieopda. A hilarious reader, a fluffy and cuddly Yoongi and softness and feelings all round.

Yoongi is a rock by @yoongsisbae. A beautifully written story that made me think about mortality and constancy and has the singularly beautiful line ‘And when Yoongi cracked he thought of you’. It gives me chills remembering it. Stunning.

The one with Yoongi and the fucking hydrangeas by @eoieopda. I knew I was in for angst when I started reading but I didn't bank on the beautifully realised longing and characters I wanted to cry for. I adore this.

Best served cold by @anotherbtswriter. Yoongi and afab reader in a mafia AU with drama, tsundere Yoongi energy and a duplicitous family. Riveting.

Bao by @whatifyoulivelikethat. Delivery boy Yoongi x chef reader. One of the first Yoongi stories I read, and have re-read so many times since then. This Yoongi's so perfectly characterised, and there's a cameo from a sexy model Taehyung too.

Dominance and Domesticity by @theharrowing. A Yoongi who doms you in the bedroom and also does ironing? Where do I sign up? Sexy perfection.

Cybersex by @gimmethatagustd. Yoongi x f! reader. Reader is a phone sex hotline operator in this brother's best friend AU. Featuring a hot, confident, capable Yoongi who nearly set my screen on fire.

Shameless by @vyduan. Idolverse AU with Yoongi and reader. A stunning story, part of the Her multiverse series, with complex, layered characters that are so beautifully human. One of the first stories I read when I started reading BTS fanfic, and one I won't forget.

[berrymoos]

♡.°୭̥୨୧ ٭ close your weary eyes.

feat: cg. spencer reid && rg. elle greenaway [criminal minds]

ꨄ. SYNOPSIS . on the way home from a case, elle finds solice in spencer and his fancy–shmancy book

ꨄ. CW(S) . pure fluff ♡

ꨄ. A/N . happy 1st day of @regressuary my friends !! no specific prompt 2day, just smth that's been in the drafts for a while <3 enjoy my spencelle sweetness (cross–posted on ao3!)

there is no such thing as "bedtime" when they are approaching home after another case successfully solved, yet elle still rubs her eyes as if she has stayed up far past hers. the jet engine's faint albeit familiar hum does nothing to make her awful yawning cease or her drooping eyelids lighten—but she finds that, tonight, she isn't in the mood to fight it.

tired, cloudy-brained, and horribly unwilling to succumb to either alone, she pads from her seat to the open one beside spencer (ensuring she doesn't trip over hotch's feet or fall into jj's curled–up form on her way), seats herself, and presses her face into his shoulder. distantly, she feels his frame hitch with surprise, but she's much too sleepy to poke even a little fun; in fact, she can barely muster an audible grumble as she stuffs her face deeper into his sweater, smelling a cologne reminiscent of an old library.

"oh, sor-ry," comes spencer's response, equally warm as it is teasy. the book he had been reading closes with a quiet snap as he shifts to offer his full attention. "am i not a good enough pillow?"

if she hadn't been so terribly sleepy, elle would've laughed, but tonight all she gives is a small, lopsided smile. it's quite the contrary—spence is a perfectly good pillow, fit with arms to draw her closer and a slender form fit for snuggling. she peeks at the leather-backed book on his lap as her thumb brushes methodically across the wool stitching of the hem of his sweater; the words are definitely there, but it's almost like they don't make sense—at least, not now. the mystery draws the fuzzy feeling in.

quiet and a touch hoarse from lack of use, elle murmurs a single word: "read."

"mhm?" spence hums.

mhm? she furrows her brow, blinks once . . . twice . . . then pouts. "no," comes the huffy explanation, only to giggle when his face turns a flustered pink. "read. t’ me. th’ book."

"ah." spence giggles, too, re–opening the book, thumbing through pages at a time to his previous spot; the sound of paper flopping against paper makes elle's eyelids heavier. "you . . . sure you can make it through the first page?"

elle wrinkles her nose good–naturedly and yawns. dunno, she says . . . or maybe she responds in her head. who knows?

for the record, elle does not make it through the first page. she loses the (less–than) valiant battle against the pull of sleep in thanks to the lullaby of her friend's hushed reading—pressed against his chest, she feels the purr of his words, some more intellectual–sounding, some more simple that her sleepy brain recognizes—but she's just conscious enough for the kiss spence presses to the crown of her head.

"goodnight, ellie."

unconsciously, elle snuggles deeper into his warmth. love you.

[stevesjockstrap]

Sweetest Day

Steve/Eddie • Rated T • Ronance for fun, 2000’s, the girls are so fed up with these idiots

@steddiesongfics: My Heart Will Go On - Celine Dion

@stcreators: event 12 Take Two - music

Steve glared at the spread in front of them, trying to figure out how his life had led him to this moment. There were neat little piles of pens, cards and paper in front of all of them.

Their normal movie/game/queer bitching session night had been taken over by Nancy and some magazine quiz.

“We’re writing?”

Robin sighed her patented long suffering sigh at him, which he didn’t think was completely warranted. He wasn’t good at writing, even when he had to try to be in high school. That had been almost fifteen years ago now.

Nancy started over, apparently deciding they needed more instructions. “Cosmopolitan magazine says to write poems to your lover for a better intimate relationship,” she explained like they were incredibly stupid. With such authority like they didn’t know this was a magazine telling you tips for which jeans to make your butt look better or which positions to try with your man. “And since it’s Sweetest Day, we’re all going to write poems for each other and share them.”

Steve groaned again. Eddie pulled him close, nearly into his lap at the table and nuzzled into his neck. “I’ll love whatever you write, babe.”

He knew that, but Nancy and Robin were like, actual geniuses. Eddie wrote songs, which were just poems with music. He was going to look like an idiot.

“Sweetest day is just another made up holiday for candy companies to screw us,” he complained.

Robin rolled her eyes. “No it isn’t, Steve! It’s for kind gestures, showing appreciation for those you love.”

He looked at Eddie for support but he was staring into space, drumming on the table with Nancy’s fancy pens. “Whatever, but I’m sure they didn’t intend to give us homework.”

But the girls could not be persuaded. He went to the kitchen for another beer.

Then he decided fuck it, grabbed a pen and a blank card and leaned over the kitchen island to write a poem. Eddie deserved a poem.

“I think the next time you want to do this artsy crap, you can invite Will instead,” Steve grouched, then felt instantly bad. “Who goes first?”

“You should, Steve!”

He glared across the room at Nancy, who was even peppier than usual since she’d gotten them all to agree to her idea. He could tell she’d written something long and detailed in her perfect tiny handwriting.

“Yeah, go ahead,” Eddie insisted, leaning forward with his hand on his chin. Seemingly delighted to listen to what he wrote.

“Every night in my dreams

I see you, I feel you

That is how I know you go on

Far across the distance

And spaces between us

You have come to show you go on

Near, far, wherever you-”

“Wait!” Robin loudly interjected. “Is this that damn Celine Dion song?”

He felt his cheeks heat, ducking his head.

“Oh my god, Stevie,” Eddie sounded shocked.

“I’m not good at writing, okay?” He nearly yelled, then he met his boyfriend’s eyes. His eyebrows were raised, but he was smiling. He looked like he’d won the lottery.

“I wrote the same thing!”

“No way,” Nancy got up to snatch their cards away, comparing them.

“You're here, there's nothing I fear,

And I know that my heart will go on,

We'll stay forever this way,” Eddie sang, opening his arms but Steve was already on his way toward him.

“You’re unbelievable,” Steve snarked, but unable to hold back his own smile.

“I’ve already written an entire album of songs for you, love. I figured I could borrow from a master.”

“You guys are the worst,” Robin grumbled, coming closer to look over her girlfriend’s shoulder.

But they didn’t pay her any mind as he straddled Eddie in the chair and met his lips.

Dividers by @/saradika-graphics & @/sister-lucifer

[honeybunnygummy]

I NEED SOME BYERS-HOPPER FAMILY BONDING NEXT SEASON I WILL NOT LIVE WITHOUT IT I WILL DIE

[hairmetal666]

At 16, Steve Harrington was everything Eddie accused him of being: spoiled, vapid, cruel, lazy, his entire life handed to him on a silver platter. He was the golden boy, the perfect son, the heir to the fortune, and he lived up to every expectation. Athletic, beautiful, charming—and sure, he didn’t get the best grades, but those, like anything, could be bought.

It was a privileged life, everyone said. But they didn’t stick around for the lonely nights by himself in that big house, or the weekends that slipped into weeks with no one around to care what Steve did or who he did it with. His parents were busy people. He understood. His mom always made it up to him when they came back to town, or at least she made the effort before he hit high school.

Steve found other ways to fill the silence. Packing the house with the basketball team and the swim team and the baseball team. Throwing ragers that no one ever called the cops about. His parents didn’t even mention it when they came home to the house a wreck, priceless antiques broken and shattered. He fucked wherever he pleased, hoping that his parents would come home and catch him on the pool table with his latest conquest.

His life of no consequences changed overnight the summer between his sophomore and junior year, the night of his mother’s annual mid-summer party.

Forever is the Sweetest Con Chapter 5, out now!

[hippolotamus]

Fuck it Friday/Last Line Challenge 🌻

Last night, there I am, lovingly thinking of having enough energy to write on my current WIPs, when @pirrusstuff and I start discussing cowboy boots. Specifically ones with sunflowers on them. And that, friends, is how we ended up here. Please accept this brain dump of words in which Buck is the local livestock vet that Eddie Diaz absolutely cannot stand, but is forced to deal with.

“Bobby.” Eddie’s tone borders on a whine. “There’s nothing else you can do?” “‘Fraid not. I’ve pulled out every trick I know. Ya gotta call him.” Bobby pauses for what Eddie’s certain is only dramatic effect. “Unless, of course, you want her to get an infection or, more realistically, die.” Eddie sighs and lets his head drop between his shoulders. He knows Bobby’s right, even had a feeling it might come to this before Bobby started throwing him nervous glances when Lola didn’t appear to be progressing. Unfortunately, now, there’s no time to waste on Eddie’s petty grudge.   Without looking up from where he’s crouched next to his very pregnant, very distressed mare, Eddie holds his hand out expectantly.   “Already dialed for you,” Bobby says, a little too smugly, handing him the phone.   “‘Lo?” The familiar voice answers, sounding like he’s chewing. Logically, Eddie knows it’s just coincidental timing, but it still feels like a purposeful slight. “Buckley, I’ve got a mare in labor, stalled. Between me and Nash we’ve tried everything we can think of, but we’re gonna need a hand here.”   There’s a long pause that would make him think they got disconnected except for the loud crunching.  “Huh,” Buck finally says. “So there is something you can’t do.” “Are you coming or not?” Eddie spits back. He can practically hear the smirk forming on Buck’s lips.  “Don't worry, sunshine. Be right there.” 

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[july-19th-club]

yesterday i was like oh no i couldn't possibly try to bull my way through more who rewatch or new material it's simply not feasible ive got too much else going on . but i checked and the last place i left off rewatch-wise was 'age of steel' which of course is a perennial favorite due to the mickey ricky jake of it all so

[triglycercule]

i'm such a big fat fucking sucker for fluff. not even funny anymore. it never was funny. sadness and tears brought by angst is overrated where is the murder time trio feeding each other ice cream. where is them having the grandest jolliest bank robbery ever. where is them cleaning each other up in silence after a fight. WHERE IS IT LIBERALS WHERE IS IT

[fairyofshampgyu]

Ayo why is bro reading my fics ? 🤨 FR BECAME A BAKER ! HE LOOKS SOAHHH💗💕💞💞💕💘💖💗💗💘💞💕💖💗 SOOBIE BOOBIE I LOVE HIM

[sisterdivinium]

Little update for anyone counting: VtM doctor superion AU is still in rewriting phase. I'm at page 32 of 106 and it is the equivalent to page 52 (of X) in the new version.

[whiskeyghoul]

Piercing Problems || [Spencer Reid x Reader]

A/N: I am back again with a oneshot inspired by a message @dreampissybaby sent me. The idea of having reader be scared to get her ears pierced. I changed a bit of the prompt to fit the idea I got from it but still hope you like it.

Tags: Comfort, piercings, mentions of needles, fluff

You have been wanting to get your ears pierced for a while. Seeing your coworkers adorn their body with tiny glinting pieces of jewelry was turning you to this decision to get your ears pierced. Every day while working at the coffee shop you saw customers with different jewelry in their lobes. Your best friend showed you a pair of earrings shaped like little coffee cups that were absolutely adorable. Spencer, your boyfriend of a few months, had taken it upon himself to research the best piercing shop in the city when you told him your plan to get your ears pierced. Only wanting the best for you. He’d picked out a place. Even though you wanted to get your ears pierced, you were hesitant to say the least.

There was one problem. A fear of needles. That’s why the appointment wasn’t made yet. Or so you thought. It was a Wednesday afternoon, you had taken the opening shift that day to spend time with Spencer after work. The mingled smells of coffee, tea, and baked goods filling the air with warmth. You were just placing a new pastry in the display case as you heard the soft jingle of the bell, signaling a new customer. The boyfriend in question had just entered the shop with a smile on his face. You watched him walk up to the counter, towards you at the cash register. “What can I get you?” You asked, acting like he had been an old customer. “two cappuccinos to go. And my girlfriend along with that.” He answered as he rested his hand on the strap of his leather bag, adjusting it slightly as he leaned forward. A slight blush covered his face, like it always did whenever he called you his girlfriend, or his in general. “Coming right up.” You answered, leaning over the counter, unable to resist giving him a quick peck on the lips. Once you finished up the coffees you took off your apron, bidding goodbye to your coworkers and friends before stepping away from the counter. Two to go cups in hand you made your way over to Spencer, who was sitting comfortably in one of the chairs. You watched him nervously fiddle with his hands for a moment before deciding to walk up. “Here you go.” You said, handing him the cup before he stood up. “Thanks. I, eh, I have something for you.” He responded as he took the cup with his left hand, before using his right to fish around in that leather bag of his. He pulled out a small box, neatly wrapped with a layer of dark blue gift wrapping and a silver ribbon tied in a bow. “What’s the occasion?” You asked, knowing you didn’t forget a special anniversary, or even your own birthday. “I just saw it and wanted to get it for you. Open it.” Spencer urged as he slightly leaned forward and backwards on his feet, he was nervous to see your reaction. 

You pulled on the bow, unraveling it before gently unwrapping the paper. It was a small jewelry box, not big enough for a bracelet or a necklace, perhaps big enough for a ring. You looked up at Spencer, trying to gauge his reaction, you’d thought it was too soon for a proposal, he didn’t seem nervous enough for it to be one anyways. You lifted the lid from the box gently to see two small, silver coffee cups on some foam. The earrings you had told him about. “Spencer… Thank you. This is so sweet, but I can’t wear them.” You said softly, slightly disappointed in yourself that you hadn’t gotten your ears pierced yet. “Yeah you can, we are going to get your ears pierced today.” He said with a smile. He might have seen the panic cross your face as he quickly grabbed your hand, taking the lid and closing the jewelry box. “I’ll be with you. I’ll hold your hand. Nothing bad is going to happen. And if it does hurt you can squeeze as hard as you want.” He said softly, dark amber eyes looking deeply into yours. He kissed your cheek, the action working to soothe your nerves slightly. “Alright?” He asked. “Alright.” You responded.

He took you to the piercing shop, a woman covered in tattoos and piercings welcoming you and directing you to a sterile room. She had a friendly smile, doing her best to comfort you as she explained what was going to happen. Spencer had probably told her about your fear of needles. She showed all her tools except for the needle, the clamps, the marker, even the cotton pad that would sterilize the area. Spencer sat next to you the entire time, holding your hand, his thumb soothingly stroking the back of yours. “What you’ll feel is a slight pinch, like this…” She said as she gently pinched one of your lobes, showing what it would feel like. “I heard you have your own jewelry that you’d like to use.” She said and you nodded your head. “Yeah, these.” You said and held out the small jewelry box. “Alright, I’ll go and sterilize them before I put them in.” The woman said, taking the small box and then taking out the jewelry. She made quick work of cleaning them before she instructed you to sit on the plastic covered bench.  Spencer sat on a little stool next to you, never once letting go of your hand. The woman marked your ears, checking the symmetry before getting the clamp on your left ear. “Take a deep breath for me” She said and you did as you were told, closing your eyes as you breathed in and out. There was a slight pinch, causing you to squeeze Spencer’s hand. Her hands were on your ear for a small moment. The clamp released. “That’s one.” She said and you blinked your eyes open. It didn’t hurt as much as you expected, not even as much as it had when she pinched your ear. You looked at Spencer who gave you a soft smile, “Not that bad?” He asked. “Not at all…” you said half surprised. “I told you. Turn your head for me.” The woman said and you did, looking away from Spencer who still held your hand. She went through the same motions, and in a few seconds you were done.

She handed you a mirror. You smiled at your reflection, the little silver coffee cups in your ears were simply adorable. This was, maybe, the best decision you have made. Or rather, was made for you. “Show me.” Spencer said and you dropped your hand holding the mirror, facing Spencer head on. “Absolutely gorgeous.” He said softly before gently pressing his lips to yours in one of the softest kisses he’s ever given you. “Thank you for taking me.” You whispered against his lips before he pulled away.

The woman gave you some instructions to take care and clean your new piercings, giving you a small bag with a sensitive skin soap and some tea tree oil before you went on your way home. Smile plastered on your face, happy with your new earrings but even happier with the best boyfriend out there.

[spybrarian]

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