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[loulou-land]

Love, Everywhere

Day 7 of @bucktommyfluffebruary | Love Notes/Letters | 1,388 | ao3

Tommy finds the first note by accident—tucked into his jacket’s pocket as he’s getting ready to head out for work. He frowns, fingers brushing the crinkled edge of the pink sticky note and pulls it free. It’s scrawled in Evan’s messy, loopy handwriting: 

You look really hot in this jacket. Like, stupidly hot. Honestly, it’s a bit unfair ;p 

Tommy snorts, shaking his head, wondering what had made his boyfriend leave the note. But then again, Evan has always kept him on his toes. He folds the note up and tucks it into his wallet. 

The second note is waiting in his packed lunch, which Evan had made and wrapped with care, handing it to him this morning with a kiss and a be safe. 

A yummy and nutritious meal for my favorite guy <3 Because you deserve nice things and to be taken care of.   Ps. Do not eat the desert first! >:\ I’ll know if you do.

Tommy chuckles, rolling his eyes. But then he picks up the other container, curiosity getting the best of him, and he sees it's a slice of his favorite cheesecake. It takes all his self-control not to eat it before his lunch. 

He wouldn't put it past Evan to have spies at Harbor.  

“What’s so funny?” Lucy asks, leaning against the kitchen counter. 

Tommy shakes his head and folds the note into his flight suit pocket. He feels warmth creep onto his cheeks, but his heart feels full.

 “Nothing,” he says, but his smile gives him away. 

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After that he finds them everywhere. 

He never knows what he’s going to come across. Some notes are flirty and absurd, some sweet and romantic, others just pure on brand Evan chaos. 

There’s one in his gym bag: 

Get those gains, baby! So you can fuck me up against the wall ;) 

Tommy groans, slapping a hand over his face. Jesus Christ, Evan. 

Suffice it to say, he doesn’t get much of a workout that day. Instead, he drives straight home to ‘punish’ his bratty boyfriend. 

He does go extra hard in his next gym session, though. Evan does have a point. 

*

One stuck to his bathroom mirror: 

Oh look! It's the most handsome and sexiest man I know. Thank you, my life has been better with you. Has been better since you :) 

Tommy sees his own reflection staring back at him, the soft, surprised tilt of his smile. The wonder sparkling in his eyes. 

He presses a hand to the note, fingers ghosting over the words. 

No, Evan. You're the one who's made everything better.  

*

The orange sticky note blinks brightly at him from atop his pillow: 

Are you my pillow? Cause I wanna give you head ;) 

Tommy groans, burying his face in his hands. That one might be the worst pickup line he's ever heard. 

However, when Evan joins him in bed that night, Tommy kisses him all over before laying on his back and letting Evan take him apart with that sweet, dorky and sinful mouth of his.  

*

At this point, he shouldn't be surprised by the placement of some notes. Still, he finds himself bewildered by the one in his medicine cabinet: 

Are you aspirin? Because I’d like to take you every 4-6 hours… 

Tommy shakes his head, muttering under his breath, “Where do you keep finding these pickup lines?

*

There’s one on the inside of Evan’s blue hoodie, which Tommy has stolen for the third time this week: 

If you’re reading this, you’re probably stealing my hoodie again. Which is fine. Looks better on you anyways! Ps. Fair play, I have your favorite shirt :p 

Tommy laughs. Today, the hoodie feels even softer and warmer than usual. 

*

One day, he walks into the garage and feels something flutter to the ground when he flips the light switch. 

He bends down, picking up a blue sticky note that had been stuck to the switch: 

Hey baby, you must be a light switch, cuz every time I see you, you turn me on! 

“Evan,” he says exasperated. Menace, Tommy thinks fondly.

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After a while the notes start changing. 

There’s one waiting on his front door as he's leaving for work:  

I’ve never met anyone like you. You're one in a million Tommy. Sometimes, ‘I love you’ is not enough. Not when I love you so much more than that. More than words could ever express.  Be Safe. Yours, E.

Tommy pauses. 

His fingers brush over the sticky note, over the careful way Evan had written this one, as though making sure Tommy took each of the words in and understood them. 

His throat goes tight, something warm and aching curling up inside him. He takes the note gently, folds it, and places it in a wooden box on his bookshelf with all the others. 

He has to take a deep breath before he can step outside. 

*

Then, Tommy finds one stuck to his truck’s steering wheel: 

I know it’s hard for you to believe sometimes, but you don’t have to pretend to be someone you’re not. I love you exactly as you are.

Tommy stares at it. 

The words settle deep, heavy in his chest, wrapping around that raw and vulnerable part inside of him.

He swallows, rereading the note through glassy eyes before carefully tucking it into his glove compartment—where he knows he’ll reach for it again. 

* 

Tommy has picked up the book he's been reading for the past week when a note flutters onto his lap. His heart races wondering what this one will say. 

I choose you and I’ll choose you over and over. Without hesitation, without a single doubt, in a heartbeat. I’ll keep choosing you.

Tommy exhales sharply. His fingers shake as he holds the note. He thinks how every note so far has broken him apart only to mend him back together. He thinks, An entire life loving this man will not be enough. 

In that moment, Tommy wishes for an eternity with Evan. 

*

There’s one hidden in the cockpit of the helicopter. 

He has no idea how Evan managed that one. 

But there it is, waiting for him when he climbs in for a routine check, stuck to the panel like it belongs there.  

I’m so proud of you, you know that. You amaze me every single day. I love you. 

He blinks rapidly, looking away for a second before glancing back at the note. Tommy doesn't remember the last time someone told him they were proud of him. 

For a second, he doesn't know what to do with all of this—with Evan’s love, constant and unrelenting. But the more he sits there, staring unblinkingly at the note, the more it settles within him. 

Tommy thinks he’s learning. How to let himself be loved. 

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Then, one night, Evan finds something waiting for him  

A folded letter, carefully placed on his pillow with a single sunflower beneath it, written in Tommy’s neat, precise handwriting:

For my sunshine,  Thank you, for seeing the parts of me I’ve never liked—the ugly and the shameful—and loving them anyway. For seeing me completely as I am and still wanting to keep me. For teaching me how to let myself be loved.  You're the best thing that's ever happened to me.  Evan, sweet, selfless, ridiculous Evan. I love you entirely and wholeheartedly.  Completely yours,  Tommy

Tommy is on the couch when suddenly there's a 200-pound man climbing onto his lap. It takes him a second to realize Evan is crying. His stomach drops.

“Baby, what's wrong?" He asks worriedly, running his hands up and down Evan’s back. 

Evan just shakes his head, clutching the letter like it’s the most precious thing in the world. “You love me.” His voice cracks, thick with emotion. 

Tommy’s confused. Because of course he loves Evan. He thinks he's been pretty clear on that. 

Then he realizes Evan is holding in his hands the letter he'd left him and softens. 

“Of course I love you sweetheart.” 

He gently wipes away the tears clinging to Evan’s lashes, tilts his head down for a forehead kiss, and pulls him close. Evan sighs, burying his face into Tommy’s neck, arms tightening around him. 

They stay like that for a while, wrapped up in each other. 

Tommy doesn't need to say anything else. 

Evan already knows.

[thesundowncrew]

Ophelia was glad to see them both nod in agreement. It seemed that the boy had run out of tears (for now) so before she left, she thought it best to see him replenish both body and spirit. The girl was so sweet and soft-spoken, like a fieldmouse Ophelia thought. Since Bran had no energy to speak, she did the talking for them and Ophelia was happy to see her slowly coming out of her shell.

Nettie mentioned the magic kitchen and Ophelia clasped her hands in delight. "Oh fancy that? How wonderful!" before quipping at the ghoul, "It's about time you upgraded from just the crucible."

"It wasn't for me," Sow'in groaned, rolling his eyes.

"I never said it was~" Ophelia teased again. She stood up from her seat and spotted the archway where (she guessed) the newly-made kitchen was. Since Nettie was holding onto Bran, Ophelia took Bran by his other hand and led the chain of children to the kitchen. Sow'in trailed slowly behind, bringing along the basket from the den.

Because Ophelia was so tall, she had to lower her head to make it through the arch. "Come, come! Sit, sit!" she ushered the two to take their seats, as if the kitchen had belonged to her this whole time. There was already a pitcher of water and glasses on the table, courtesy of Sundown. Speaking of which, the island had made its presence known by blowing gently past the faerie's ears. She giggled, appreciating the warm welcome.

"Hello Sundown," she bid, as it was not their first time 'meeting'. "I think for lovely Nettie, a glass of warm milk with honey will be just divine~" As soon as she finished saying it, Nettie's water turned into sweetened milk before her very eyes. Ophelia patted Nettie on her head, enjoying her bundle of energy.

"And for darling Bran-" Just as they've seen Sow'in do a dozen times over, Ophelia summoned a jar of faerie jam from the basket and a teaspoon from a drawer. "-a golden-gooseberry drink should do the trick~"

Two generous teaspoons of jam later, Bran's water had turned a pale golden color and smelled faintly of honey, and citrus-y like orange. Ophelia was careful to keep their glasses separate, knowing only Bran could eat the faerie food. "Drink up! This should also give you back some energy."

"Must you play hostess, even beyond your banquet hall?" remarked Sow'in, placing the basket on a nearby counter.

"OH HO HOHO! Lord Sow'in, if not you then who else?" Ophelia laughed in response, as if she'd just heard the funniest thing. "Besides, taking care of people, ensuring they have what they need, it's what I live for!"

Sow'in released Nettie at last, and the child only faltered briefly before rushing to Bran’s side. She held his hand one more. Bran didn’t resist in the slightest, his own hand limp and damp in her grasp. He gave her a quick but warm glance. Nettie offered him a small smile in return, relieved to see his crying had stopped. She didn’t like to see him sad.

Only if both of you want me to. Nettie nodded in immediate agreement, then looked to Bran hopefully. With a shaky inhale, Bran wiped his eyes, mustering a shred of courage, and gave a tiny nod as well.

At Ophelia’s teasing toward Sow'in, Nettie covered her mouth with her free hand to stifle a soft giggle. Bran couldn’t feel the same amusement in the moment, too focused on regaining his composure. His expression remained solemn and distant.

Something to drink. “There’s a kitchen now,” Nettie told Ophelia. Shyness softened her voice, though excitement and admiration for the faerie brimmed beneath it as well. “It’s a magic kitchen. Sundown made it for us.” The child seemed to have accepted that Bran wasn’t feeling well enough to keep passing whispered messages between her and Ophelia. Now it was Nettie’s turn to speak for both of them.

[padfootagain]

Love in Verses (LI)

Chapter 51 : ‘Here begins a new life’

Hi! Here is a new chapter! Time for a romantic honeymoon!!

I hope you like this chapter! Tell me what you think!

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Pairing: Hozier x fem!reader (professor!AU)

Warnings: slow burn, angst, hurt, hurt/comfort, tooth-rotting fluff in later chapters, some scenes in later chapters will have heavy sexual themes even if it’s not explicit nsfw description, so no minors here

Summary: Your life seems perfect. You're engaged, your career is thriving as you become an assistant professor at Trinity College, and this Andrew Hozier-Byrne you're sharing an office with seems to be a nice guy you hope to call a friend soon. Life seems to be smiling at you... until everything goes sour. When your fiancé breaks up with you, your perfect world shatters. And when your colleague also gets his heart broken soon after, your shared office seems to be a curse rather than a blessing. But Andrew seems determined to mend your broken hearts... Will things finally go according to plan?

Word Count: 3084

Masterlist for the series – Hozier’s masterlist – Main masterlist

La Vita Nuova

In that book which is My memory . . . On the first page That is the chapter when I first met you Appear the words . . . Here begins a new life

Dante Alighieri, quote from La Vita Nuova

It was warm. Too warm one could say, and yet you didn’t have the heart to complain, and neither did Andrew.

The sunset in Florence was a sight to behold. It coloured the Ponte Vecchio with golden hues, catching in the windows of the houses built there. The bridge stretched above the river, that seemed to glimmer with gold. And above the building on your right, further away, the Florence Cathedral rose above everything else, the globe of its roof tainted with an even brighter shade of orange than its usual hues because of the dying sun.

It was magical, truly. You had spent your day visiting the Galleria dell’Academia, and even now, a few hours later, you still couldn’t believe that you had seen Michelangelo’s David with your own two eyes…

You licked some of your gelato, as it was about to drip on your hand. Sweet, perfect to cool down in the hot air of late summer in Italy.

God… when had you gotten so lucky in life?

An arm was draped over your shoulders, bringing an answer to your question.

“I know that it’s still pretty early,” Andrew said, his voice quiet and soft, his usual tone that you loved so much. “But I have to admit that I’m absolutely knackered. Is that alright if we go back to the hotel after that ice cream?”

“Gelato!” you corrected him, making him roll his eyes, but his grin was giving him away.

“Right… gelato.”

“Hmm… I love when you speak Italian.”

“Do you, now?”

“It’s sexy.”

You looked away as Andrew’s eyes lit up, and he pulled you closer.

“I’ll learn how to speak Italian. The second we go home, I’m booking a class or something.”

You laughed at him.

“You’ll definitely need it, considering how limited your vocabulary is in that language.”

“I still know how to say the most important things,” he argued. “Per favore. Grazzie mille. Pasta. Pizza. Gelato. Museo. Ciao. »

He made sure to stare into your eyes when he added another word.

“Ti amo.”

You giggled, and you were almost embarrassed by how much of a schoolgirl you sounded like. But then it was Andrew, he always had this effect on you.

“Mia moglie…” he trailed off, slowing the pace of your walking to steal a kiss.

My wife. God, you were not used to being called that, yet.

“Hmm… you’re right, these definitely are the most important things.”

It was your time to steal a kiss.

“Think so too. So, what do you say, we go back to the hotel?”

You nodded, eating some of your ice cream, and licking at some of Andrew’s to steal some of the strawberry flavour he had chosen. He merely chuckled breathily as you did.

You kept on walking a little longer, taking in the view, the atmosphere, the busy street, while you and Andrew were taking your time. You were on your honeymoon, after all. You had time. A three-weeks long trip across Italy, that would show some of the places you had always dreamt of visiting.

And you got to do it all with the love of your life, how wonderful was that?

You walked back to the hotel as the night was falling for good on the town. You had eaten already, getting high on red wine and lasagna, and then bought a gelato as a dessert. So, when you stepped into your hotel room, you expected for Andrew to ask if you wanted to shower first, to quickly go to bed out of exhaustion after your long day. So, you took off your shoes, took in the view of the room, the large bed covered with white sheets, your bags tugged away in a corner, the small desk, the chair, and the large window with linen curtains that were letting in the last of the light for the day, thinking about cuddling with Andrew before falling asleep in his arms…

… until you heard the click of the lock on the door, the shuffling of Andrew taking off his shoes behind you, and felt his fingers on your arm, gently pulling to make you turn around. You instantly yielded, turning to him with a questioning look, only to be met with a stare that you knew all too well. Dilated pupils, stare intense, focused on you, with something tender and adoring in their light…

Before you could say a word, Andrew was holding your face in his hands, and crashing his lips against yours. If you were surprised, kissing him was second nature by now, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, going to your tiptoes so he wouldn’t have to bend too much. He moved a hand down your body, all the way to the small of your back, to pull you closer to him and help you keep your balance. You were soon out of breath, but kept on kissing, kissing, and kissing again, while Andrew softly pushed you backwards, making you move towards the bed.

You finally pulled away when he started unfastening your dress, pulling the zipper down and making your head spin with his fingers grazing the bare skin they revealed…

“I thought… I thought you were tired,” you whispered, barely breathing at all.

Another kiss, breathtaking, shaking all of you, down to your very soul, the earth-shattering kind of kisses that showed you his love, his adoration even.

Your dress fell at your feet. He ran a hand through your hair.

“I might have lied a little on that one, my love,” he confessed, something cheeky in his smile, and you kissed that tinge of cockiness away.

“So… you just wanted to get me in your bed, huh? I’ve found your secret,” you chuckled, although your knees were growing weak as Andrew’s hands moved across your bare skin.

He laughed as well, lips a breath away from yours.

“Indeed, that was my plan all along. Can you blame me though? I’m on my honeymoon with my beautiful wife…”

You couldn’t help but shy away a little at his words, and Andrew used your movement to gently hold your earlobe between his teeth, making you moan.

You had arrived in Italy three days ago, and all the two of you had been doing aside from seeing the sights was enjoying each other’s bodies.

Andrew seemed to still be as insatiable though… and you were definitely not complaining.

“So, what do you think about this plan of mine?” he whispered into your ear, voice suave and deep, almost hoarse, while he rubbed soothing circles into your hips.

You looked up at him, staring right into his hazel eyes.

“I think my gorgeous husband is wearing way too many clothes now.”

You didn’t have to tell him twice…

Andrew was dozing off. It turned out he was tired, and even though it was just 11pm, he was about to deeply fall asleep. You knew he was. It was easy to recognize the signs. His breathing had slowed, his eyes were closed, and the crease on his brow had disappeared. You noticed how his lips slightly parted. His hold on you loosened, but remained unmoving. For once, the night owl was the first to fall asleep, so you seized the occasion to admire him properly. Studied how his long hair was spread on the white pillow, listened to his soft breathing, admired his long eyelashes. You reached out to trace the edge of his nose with your fingertip, your touch barely there at all. He slightly scrunched his nose, moved his body closer to yours, and remained asleep, making you grin. You ran your fingers through his hair, careful not to wake him, gently kissed his closed eyelids, breathed in his scent…

Despite your long day, though, you weren’t sleepy. Your head was buzzing with the artwork you had admired during the day, and your legs were growing a little numb in the messy tangle of limbs you and Andrew had made in your cuddling time.

So, gently, slowly, you started to untangle yourself from Andrew’s embrace, stopping a couple of times when he stirred. Eventually though, you got up, grabbed a bathrobe and opened the large window, stepping onto the tiny balcony. There was barely enough room for a flower pot, a couple of tiny chairs, but it didn’t matter. The streets were still pretty busy, the shushed buzzing of conversations and traffic humming above the city. A gentle breeze made you shiver, but you didn’t want to walk back inside for now. Instead, you admired the view, took in the lights that stained the night. You could see the Ponte Vecchio from your window, the splashes of light it created on the river. It was magical, beyond words…

You turned around as you heard shuffling in the bedroom, and you saw Andrew putting on a bathrobe as well, smiled at how tiny it looked on his long frame. He smiled when he caught your eyes, walked over to you and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer, pressing his chest to your back.

He kissed your hair, played with the belt of the bathrobe, ran his fingers on the little embroidery there, the same decorating his own, the initials of the hotel…

“What are you doing?” he asked, kissing your hair again.

You could hear the tiredness in his voice.

“Just admiring the view. You can go back to bed, baby. I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“I always notice when you leave our bed.”

You smiled at the simple confession, a mere statement of a fact. He rested his cheek on the top of your head, admired the view as well.

“It’s so beautiful here,” he mumbled without thinking.

“Hmm… it is.”

“We should move here.”

“Here?”

“We could say goodbye to the rain and the cold…”

“And our jobs.”

“We’re academics. We’re international, babe.”

You chuckled at that, but couldn’t deny it.

“I’m sure we could find a couple of spots, with a bit of patience.”

“You would have to really book these classes to learn the language,” you teased, and Andrew rolled his eyes.

“Hmm… about that… I don’t know if it’s worth it, me doing that.”

“Really?”

“Considering our evening, it seems I don’t need to speak Italian to seduce you.”

You really looked for a cheeky comeback, but your brain was mushy feeling him grin into your hair, tightening his hold on you, imagining the light of mischief in his eyes.

He chuckled lowly, before letting out a long exhale.

“I think I’d still prefer to go home,” you whispered, and Andrew hummed as an invitation for you to go on. “This is so nice, but… it feels like a fairytale, like… like it’s not real. I can’t imagine myself filling up taxes in a place like this, you know? Or running late for work, or doing laundry… And this honeymoon is amazing, don’t get me wrong… but it’s not real. And I want to do real life with you. With the boring stuff too. Do you see what I mean?”

“That you really love filling up taxes? I’ll let you do all the work at home then,” he chuckled, and you rolled your eyes, pinching his arm in revenge, making him giggle.

“Andy! I’m serious!” you admonished.

“I know, sorry. No, I do understand what you mean. I want to do the boring stuff with you too. The simple stuff. The day-to-day stuff.”

“Yeah, exactly.”

“But for now… we’re here, on our honeymoon. And in four days we’ll leave for Venice, and a week after that for Rome…”

“We really outdid ourselves with this trip,” you grinned.

“We did. And we don’t have to fill our taxes, so… let’s go back to bed. Tomorrow we’re going to the cathedral. And I want to eat at this tiny pizzeria we saw this afternoon. I had a good feeling about it.”

“Sure, we can do that.”

“Come back to bed… please, love… come back to bed…”

Your eyes lingered on the night sky, on the moon and the inky infinite beyond, on the tiny stars sparkling across it, on the lights of the city, vibrant with life, on the bridge that crossed the river and the sparks it ignited over the water.

You turned your back to it, facing Andrew. Your husband. God, you were still not used to the idea… you had gotten married less than a week ago… how crazy was that?

“Are you realising?”

“Realising what?”

“Like… is your brain registering the fact that… we’re married. We’re married, Andy. You’re my husband, and I’m your wife. And we’re going to spend the rest of our lives loving each other. Isn’t that crazy?”

His hand rose to cradle your face, touch gentle, filled with tenderness. His gaze softened, and he didn’t have to say the words for you to feel loved.

“Honestly? The fact that you said yes when I proposed hasn’t sunk in yet, let alone the fact that you actually said I do…”

You laughed at that, rising to your tiptoes to drop pecks on his lips.

“No… no, I still can’t believe we’re married,” he shook his head, and you kissed the corner of his lips as he smiled. “I can’t believe I’m lucky enough for you to love me.”

You rewarded him with a kiss, long and intimate, feeling him lean into you, seeking your touch and your embrace.

When you pulled away, you looked up at him, stared at his hazel eyes. They looked fully brown in the dim orange of the streetlights.

“I can’t realise yet, either. I love you so much.”

“I love you too, honey.”

“Come on, let’s go back to bed,” you nodded, and let him pull you into the hotel room again.

You closed the window, climbed back into bed. You chuckled and rolled your eyes when Andrew took off his bathrobe and asked you to do the same.

“And here you go… just to get me naked in your bed again.”

He gave you a cheeky grin, toothy and almost boyish, so pleased with himself as you complied and slipped under the sheets fully naked.

He held you close the second you had settled into the bed.

“To be fair,” he whispered into your ear, voice deep, so deep it made a shudder travel up your spine and your head spin, “I just want to feel you against me. It’s reassuring and… intimate. To touch your skin. Not in a sexual way but… to simply feel close to you. Does that make sense?”

You heaved a sigh.

“How come you always say things that make me fall even more in love with you, huh? Even after all this time?”

He laughed, nuzzled his face against yours.

And soon enough, you were both fast asleep, your night filled with happy dreams…

“Love, hurry up! We’re gonna be late.”

Andrew was hurrying already, as he mumbled angrily under his breath. He stabbed his toe in the kitchen chair, cursing loudly, grabbing his lunchbox and hurrying to the hallway, where you were impatiently waiting for him.

“I know. No need to say anything,” he warned you, clearly annoyed, and you merely crossed your arms before your chest as he grabbed his jean jacket.

“I’ll wait for you in the car,” you said in a neutral tone, grabbing his bag as well as yours and walking outside the house.

Andrew hurried behind you, locking the door of your shared home and hurrying in the driver’s seat of his car.

It was your first day back to Trinity, back to reality, after your honeymoon, and he couldn’t pretend that it was going smoothly so far. It was his fault, to be fair, he and his inability to be on time…

He was surprised when you rested your hand on his thigh.

“Let’s not fight or get mad this morning,” you said, offering an olive branch. “It’s okay. I shouldn’t have rushed you so much.”

He took a deep breath, and found it easy to relax while your fingers traced circles into his thigh through his blue jeans.

“I’m sorry for being always late,” he mumbled.

“It’s okay. I’m okay. Are you?”

He let out a long exhale.

“Yeah, I’m okay.”

He gave your hand a squeeze before he had to place his hand back on the steering wheel.

A comfortable silence filled up the car again, until you turned on the radio. Van Morrison’s voice filled the vehicle, making Andrew smile.

“How many ‘congratulations’ do you think we’re gonna have to go through today?” he asked, making you chuckle.

“Like you’re not going to enjoy every single one of them…” you teased, giving his thigh a squeeze.

“I do enjoy the reminder that you accepted to marry me, out of all people.”

You leaned across the car to kiss his cheek, making his skin turn a little pink.

“Do you think the students are gonna notice?” he asked after a short silence.

“Probably. Especially for you.”

“Me?”

“You rarely wear rings,” you reminded him.

Andrew nodded, brushing his hair away from his face and readjusting his glasses.

“The chaos our love causes,” he chuckled, and you soon joined him.

“Tell me about it,” you teased, making him roll his eyes despite his grin.

“I give them a week,” he said, but you shook your head.

“You’re underestimating them, especially this group we’ve been teaching for years now... the ones who caught up on us dating.”

Andrew laughed at the memory of your students losing their minds in the cafeteria a couple of years before when he had kissed you in front of them. It was common knowledge on the campus that the two of you were a couple by now, but that you were newly-weds…

“Maybe,” he conceded. “Three days?”

“Aren’t you supposed to see Saoirse this afternoon?”

He nodded with a hum as an answer.

“Then the entire campus will know by tomorrow morning.”

“You think so?”

“Oh… yes…”

Andrew thought you were exaggerating. He didn’t notice how his student’s eyes grew round when she noticed his new wedding-band, nor the way she kept on looking in your direction during her time in your office, trying to spot your own ring.

But you were wrong. The entire campus knew by the end of the afternoon.

The whatsapp group had never been more active, a tidal-wave following Saoirse’s message.

THE LOVE BIRDS ARE FUCKING MARRIED!

[callme-holly]

Hiii! I saw you were doing requests, i was wondering if maybe you could so some Dallas x hippie!reader. Maybe they're on a picnic date or smth like that! Thanks for considering <333

𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 [dallas winston x reader]

a/n: I LOVE THIS. ALSO Y'ALL TY SM FOR 900 FOLLOWERS OMG??

The sun beat down, warm and welcoming on your skin as you sprawled out on the picnic blanket, your free-flowing hair fanned out around your face as you lounged. There was a faint breeze that kissed your skin and made your eyes flutter, a soft sigh slipping free from your lips.

There was something about this, lying in peaceful silence in the middle of a deserted field that brought you a sense of comfort. Your mind was at ease, everything moving slowly around you, at a pace you could keep up with and run alongside without running out of breath.

Beside you sat Dallas Winston, looking so incredibly out of his element that it was almost comical. The wind ruffled his hair, and his jacket was discarded, leaving him in nothing but a well-fitted black tank top. He was picking slowly through the food laid out around you both, his free hand brushing through your hair.

You blinked up at him, watching him as his eyes scanned the scenery around you both before sensing your gaze and  meeting your eyes. 

  “What’re you starin' at, doll?" he asked softly, giving you his trademark grin. You hummed thoughtfully before answering.

"Just watching you."

"Am I something to watch then?" He raised a brow, an almost playful expression taking over his features, and you let out a small laugh, nudging him lightly.

"Stop it. You just look calm. It's nice." 

Dallas pauses, as if considering your words, his fingers still scratching idly at your scalp. It's true; he is calm. In fact, you've never seen him so at ease. Something about the way you're sprawled out next to him, the soft music coming from the radio of his car parked behind the two of you, has him in a state so relaxed that it's almost out of character. His eyes roam over your figure, admiring the way your flowy, patterned top hugs your body perfectly, the orange catching the rays of sunlight and complimenting your sun-kissed skin perfectly. 

"I am calm," he admits slowly, chuckling like its some kind of joke. "You make me calm." 

Your eyebrows rise incredulously at the comment, and you cant help the smirk that graces your features, the corners of your lips pulling upwards. "You're going soft, Winston."

Dallas  huffs a quiet laugh at your comment, shaking his head as his hand continues its journey through your hair. You lean into it slightly, closing your eyes and savouring the moment. You could spend forever like this, just the two of you and the distant hum of the radio. 

After a few moments, your eyes flutter open once more, and you reach out towards the little tub of strawberries on the blanket, picking one out and holding it up to Dallas with a tender expression. "Here," you mumble, keeping your voice low, almost as though you're afraid of shattering the peaceful moment. "Try it. They're fresh." 

Your boyfriend looks down at you sceptically but begrudgingly accepts the fruit, biting into it and rolling his eyes fondly as you eat the other half. He lets out a small hum, nodding in satisfaction. Try

"They're good, I'll give ya that, sunshine."  

You beam, flicking aside the stem and settling your head in his lap, shifting slightly. "Told you." 

Dallas leans back on his hands, closing his eyes and sighing deeply. The world around you both seems to fade away, and its just the two of you, together,  sitting amongst the wildflowers, the scent of them clinging to your skin. There's no expectations, no  demands, no pressures, and no distractions; all is silent around you, and you bask in the feeling for just a while longer. 

[arxiwon]

Walking Through the City with Your Boyfriend, Yang Jungwon

The late afternoon sun casts a golden glow over the city as you walk down a quiet street, your footsteps falling in sync with his. The air is crisp, carrying the faint scent of fresh bread from a nearby bakery. Yang Jungwon, your boyfriend, walks just ahead of you, dressed casually in a gray hoodie and a black cap. His blonde hair peeks out from under the cap, the soft strands catching the warm light of the setting sun.

You can’t help but admire him from behind—the way his hoodie slightly bunches up near his shoulders, the relaxed way he walks, hands tucked into the pockets of his hoodie. It’s a peaceful moment, one that feels almost cinematic. The streets aren’t too crowded, just a few cyclists passing by and some pedestrians lost in their own world. A soft breeze blows through the alley, ruffling his hoodie slightly as he turns his head ever so slightly to check if you’re still beside him.

His eyes meet yours for a brief second, and a small, knowing smile appears on his lips before he looks ahead again. That smile—it’s the one that makes your heart race just a little faster. The one that reassures you, the one that feels like home.

The golden-hour light makes everything feel dreamlike, the buildings in the distance bathed in warm hues of orange and pink. The wires crisscrossing above give the streets a distinct urban charm, and the occasional bicycle leaning against the walls adds to the atmosphere. The quiet hum of the city surrounds you both, a comforting white noise that makes this moment feel even more intimate.

As you walk, you reach out and gently tug the sleeve of his hoodie, making him slow down just a little. He turns his head again, this time tilting it in curiosity. “What’s wrong?” his voice is soft, barely above a whisper.

“Nothing,” you say with a small laugh. “Just wanted you to wait for me.”

He chuckles, shaking his head slightly before reaching out to ruffle your hair. “You always walk too slow,” he teases, though there’s no real complaint in his tone. Instead of continuing ahead, he lets you catch up, walking side by side with you now.

For a while, neither of you say anything, just enjoying the moment, the presence of each other. You watch as the sun dips lower, casting long shadows on the pavement. Everything feels so simple yet so special at the same time.

Eventually, he speaks again. “Wanna grab something to eat?”

You nod, feeling a small surge of happiness. “Yeah, let’s find a cozy place.”

And with that, he reaches out, grabbing your hand gently, fingers intertwining with yours. The city continues to move around you, but in this moment, it’s just the two of you—walking together, side by side, in your own little world.

[quantum1mmortality]

Captain Curly; marriage hcs <3

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Chat I know I mentioned getting back into writing for twst but the current hyperfixation is too strong rn so just bare with me I NEED to write for mouthwashing

!this is written with an AU in mind; curly still works for pony express, but there's no ship. Just a normal job. Also J***y doesn't exist.!

Tw/cw; afab!reader, mentions of pregnancy and having said baby, MANHANDLING!!!!, teasing, use of pet names, uhhh I can't think of any else

Not proofread

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Sfw

I think Curly would definitely be a family oriented person. The further you'd get into your relationship, the more he'd ask about your opinion on kids and if you'd want any in the future.

I also think Curly would be on the traditional side, too. If you said yes to having kids, he'd take that as an opportunity to show you how good of a provider he can be, and how willing he is to become a father.

When you do eventually have children, he'd be more than willing to take off work to help around the house. You just gave birth, he knows it's hard for you, so he'd make breakfast, lunch, and dinner for all three of you.

Sidenote; Curly would definitely be a good cook. He probably took culinary in highschool

If he knew Anya at the time, he'd have her babysit your children so he could take you out on dates. This happens quite often, too; probably around once or twice a month. He just wants to show how much he appreciates you and everything you've done for him and your relationship <3

He'd take you to the most expensive restaurants and tell you to order whatever you wanted, and if you're done breastfeeding, he'd order a bottle of champagne for you both.

He'd be one of those "I love my wife" husbands. Everyone at his job is so sick of hearing him talk so highly of you. It'll be someone's birthday, they'll bring a cake, and he just won't eat it. Why? "My wife could make a better cake."

After you guys got married, he couldn't stop calling you his wife. That name felt so surreal to him; like the woman of his dreams is finally his? And there's a title for that?? Of course he's going to use it constantly.

He probably also took Anya out to help him pick out a ring. And thank god he did btw because he would've gotten you a ring with the biggest diamond they had 😭😭 (sorry to all the big ring lovers in chat rn they're just not it for me)

Nsfw

Curly is a romantic. He'd want to take things slow, cherish you as much as possible, especially if it's your first time.

He wouldn't think of it as sex, he'd think of it as lovemaking; showing you his worth and how much he cares about you.

He rarely gets rough, you have to ask him to be because he just won't do it. But, he's a suck up for you, so if you want something, it's yours.

So, he'd get rough. He'd go faster than he usually does, maybe put his hand around your neck and squeeze ever so gently. But afterwards, he'd feel awful; like he was hurting you or something.

He'd apologize profusely, say he's never gonna do it again, but does it a few days later. It's like going through the five stages of grief but skipping the first four and consistently being at acceptance

He's a hand holder. Since he's an intimate person, his preferred position is missionary. He likes this position for a few reasons; he gets to see your expression if you're enjoying it or uncomfortable, he gets to kiss you, and he can hold your hand. It's one of his favorite things to do, not only because he finds it much more romantic, but he also loves how you squeeze his hand when you're getting close.

Teasing is one of the things he does best. But verbal teasing, not physical. You can hear him giggle anytime he's inside you, practically taunting you when he knows you're close. He'd say something dumb like, "aw, is princess gonna cum?" And then have a shit eating grin on his face.

Pet names are another thing he uses often. Like I said previously, he'd call you princess, but there's also other names he'd call you during the act. Love, darling, and angel are the ones he uses for you most commonly, aside from princess of course.

I saw someone else say this on here and their hcs were actually what made me want to write (I swear on my SOUL I am NOT trying to copy them 🙏🙏🙏🙏 sorry if it comes off like that) but they said Curly would be buff and I completely agree. He would be HUGE, I'm thinking 6'3-6'5, easily over 220lbs.

The manhandling would go CRAZY, you don't like a position? No issue, he'll just pick you up and put you in a different one. Can't keep your legs open while he's being a munch? As much as he enjoys the feeling of suffocating between your thighs, which believe me, he does, he can't exactly pleasure you if he's unconscious from the lack of airflow. Not a big issue, a firm hand on each leg will do the trick.

Another comment on his body alone to wrap this up; he'd definitely be muscular in his legs and especially his arms. I think his stomach would be toned, not a six pack, but toned. Maybe even a little pudge and a v line 🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭

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A/N: hi guys pls send requests for curly fics plasplsplspslsplsplslsplspls I'm so thirsty for this man oh ky god I'm crynng

[icewindandboringhorror]

What would you choose? :0c

(note: original image is from HERE (link) - but I edited it to add a wider variety of options.. also added $3 extra to the total, even though I know that makes it more uneven lol, I thought if you're adding 10 whole extra items, the money to spend should at least be increased slightly, if that makes sense..)

[just-null]

i have come here to personally thank you for giving me more than i asked for 🙏🏻 i am utterly grateful like IDJFKDKKFODOD 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️ it made me so happy the last doodle has my heart he is so cute i will eat him

also there is a DROUGHT out there for us noritoshi fans like im living on CRUMBS its insane and omg dont even talk to me abt how it feels like to be a kashimo and ino lover (altho they are getting a bit more love now) my nori is still underrated :/ sooo hence im asking ur hand in friendship and in exchange i promise to share my hcs with you abt nori my sweet lil meow meow we're in this together 💪🏻💪🏻

also since its October, do you think he likes horror movies? i feel like he can withstand gory movies but its the jumpscares that get him and he wont tell u he's scared when u watch one with jumpscares owkfkdkd imagine him hiding his face against ur shoulder or something 😭😭😭 (i used to do that with my dad when we watched horror movies and i used to be like im not scared😤😤 when he asked if i was lmfao thats where this hc stemmed from)

N. NORITOSHI HIDING IN YOUR SHOULDER OR SUPPRESSING HIS REACTIONS TO THE JUMPSCARES....... WAS IT AN INVOLUNTARY REACTION TO USE YOU TO HIDE??????? WAS IT BUILT UP TRUST????? DID HE GROW USED TO HOLDING ONTO YOU WHEN HE GETS SURPRISED BECAUSE HE WANTS TO MAKE SURE HE HAS HIS VALUABLES SAFE????????? WAS IT A MOMENT WHERE HIS MIND JUST INSTINCTIVELY GRABBED THE FIRST THING HE WANTED TO PROTECT/BE PROTECTED BY???????? OH MY FUCK.

he's probably used to gore and gritty stuff like that since he sees it often being a jujutsu sorcerer and all. not to mention his technique is literally blood. maybe he's desensitized to gore films, the most you'll get from him is a disgusted scowl.

BUT DID YOU SEE HOW QUICK HIS EYE OPENED WHEN HANAMI SHOWED UP BEHIND HIM. YOURE SO FUCKING FR ABT JUMPSCARES. Noritoshi is that guy who wouldn't scream or yelp but gasp really loudly and jump out of his skin.

i feel like they get him most in horror because of the music building up anticipation. if its one of those fake outs where the jumpscare comes a bit after, he's fucked UP. It makes him instantly miffed, as he tries to regain his composure. He swears he's not usually like this, it got him by surprise is all..!

Noritoshi is the type that'd only watch a horror movie if the story is rich and complex. He's the type of guy to like open endings that make you think.. if it's a guilty pleasure movie where all the protags make stupid decisions, he gets annoyed right off the bat.

He's groaning and complaining about how imbecile the characters are, but would still watch it with you because you personally invited him. If he's lucky you could fall asleep on his shoulder or [insert movie cliche here] how could he pass that up? But Noritoshi wouldn't be able to focus on you if he gets twice as annoyed because its a bad movie + jumpscares. it still startles him, but the movie is so terrible, he's embarrassed it got him, especially in front of you!!!

if you get involved and you tell him to quiet down, Noritoshi would shift his focus towards you. like that awkward guy who thinks he's being smooth and lowkey about how he cuddles up next to you. He wants to be the tough guy who's shoulder you can hide in, and he is!! just not.. with jumpscares.......

[the-punforgiven]

Ok I'll bite. Should I watch Dungeon Meshi?

[synonymroll648]

"And she [Sophie] couldn't help noticing how good he [Keefe] smelled—like wind and salt air and something a little citrusy."

hey guys remember when on page 646 of stellarlune shannon confirmed that keefe is a bit fruity (/hj)

[fraternum-momentum]

Welcome back, blueberry girl!! 💙🩵💖

-🦤

New flavors dropped, can you give them kisses too?

[templeofvengeance]

🍊🍊🍊🍊 (I've heard you enjoy these)

"You heard right." He does enjoy them, even if he's starting to get the feeling he's being made fun of in some small way. Still, he's hardly going to complain about getting offerings in the modern era, turning each orange into golden particles that were absorbed into his body, one by one. "Your offering is recognized, little one."

[incorrect-quotes-lobby]

Espio, to Vector: Charmy's longest recorded sentence was: "Give orange me give eat orange me eat orange give me eat orange give me you"

[mickstart]

HELP why do you hate oranges

Texture makes me vomit smell makes me vomit TASTE makes me vomit. Bad. Nasty. Filthy little creature. Abhorrent abomination of nature. Mankind's most vile fruit. When I was in school they gave us fruit every tuesday as part of some "Healthy Eating" scheme and I refused to eat oranges when we had oranges until the teacher finally stood over me and Made Me try it and as she was smugly saying "there, was that so bad?" I vommed it back up on her shoes.

[frowningfox]

New Year's Goal: More consistently feed the little demon inside of me that compels me to bite people if I don't eat enough calories and/or sugars.

Secondary Goal:

Don't feel bad about eating more food, the little demon NEEDS it.

Tertiary goal:

Be less autistically irritated that I need to take time out of my day to eat, and that it takes energy and decision making to make food, and also that it is often wet in some way or another.

[miserye]

i'm not gonan do it i'm not gonna do it i'm not gonna fo it i'm not gonna do it