#god it makes so much sense why ive been craving sweets. and i was listening to my playlist earlier and we only do that when its my turn.

[inviso-bill-strikes-again]

absolutely SUCKS to be the one in charge doing something I could not care less about, because I know it's something literally anyone else would enjoy more

[adoringhaikyuu]

hello!! i have a bit of a request! could i get oikawa bokuto and kuroo w a s/o who absolutely loves to cook and bake and does so a lot, but always always always shares the food they make? n they kinda slowed down in making food bc ppl arent accepting or wanting the food they make and its making them really down :(

ive been having this issue w my roommates bc i always cook for them w lots of love and they never eat what i make and its,, draining on me,,,,

but yea!! i just want oikawa bokuto n kuroo to make me feel a lil better :( thank u so so so much!!!! i love ur blog n ur writing so much 🖤

THEY AREN'T EATING YOUR FOOD SO YOU STOP COOKING FOR THEM

CHARACTERS: bokuto + kuroo + oikawa + (gn!reader)

WARNINGS: none

NOTES: i hope everything is ok and if not i hope it gets better!! <3 + i tried to make these a little happier ! they all take place over a week + i tried a new format with this we'll see if i stick w it sfkjhg

bokuto:

bokuto honestly didn't not want to eat your food

it's just that he had to go on a new diet for the upcoming season, his trainer and nutritionist told him to try it out to see how it works with him

and the things you cooked and baked were on the no eating list

he just loved when you made food for him, it tasted amazing and he could feel the love you put into it

he was planning on waiting the diet out and stockpiling all the food you made for afterwards as a treat

but he may or may not have failed to tell you that

so when you noticed he wasn't eating the food you left for him when he came home late after practice, you were disheartened and not to be dramatic, but heartbroken as well

deciding not to waste anymore, you simply stopped

turns out, the diet wasn't really working with bokuto, his nutritionist decided it was unecessary since he was getting the same results when he wasn't on it––thanks to his genetics, metabolism and workout routine. if anything he was glad, he was beyond excited to come home and finally eat your cooking again.

he practically ran home with a skip in his step, shouting out cheerfully as soon as he stepped past the front door. "baby i'm home!" he put his things down and took his shoes off, before gliding in front of the fridge to open it. "what's for dinner?––" he trailed off when he noticed there was nothing cooking, maybe you were starting later? he looked through the shelves in the fridge, looking for something to snack on in the mean time and gasped abruptly when he couldn't find the containers of food he'd been saving over the past week.

he closed the doors and frantically looked around the kitchen, opening random cupboards that couldn't possibly keep any refrigerated food fresh.

you walked in to find him searching around like a madman and you paused. "kou? what's wrong?"

he looked up at the sound of your voice and ran over to you, placing his hands on your waist. he kissed your forehead to say hello, despite the pout on his face and the clearly pressing matter on his mind. "hi baby doll. i was looking for all the food that was in the fridge, did you move them?"

you paused, "well i––i threw them out?"

his eyes almost bulged out of his head, "what?! why??"

you were confused by his sudden outburst, it's not like he was eating any of it. "i mean you weren't eating, kou...it's been a week since you've stopped eating my food, i just didn't see the point in keeping it all in there...that's also why i'm not making dinner right now."

he stared at you, shocked and disappointed in himself, he had no idea you were feeling this upset. "oh my god...did i forget to tell you?" your brows furrowed curiously but he simply pulled you into his arms for a tight hug. "i'm so sorry bub––they wanted me to try out this new diet, that's why i wasn't eating! i didn't mean to make you upset! i was even planning on eating all of the dinners i missed afterwards...but the diet wasn't for me so i can go back to eating normally now!"

you pulled back slightly to look at him, not knowing what to say. "oh..."

he gave you a sad smile, "yeah," he brought a hand up to hold your cheek, "you know i love your food––it honestly hurt my heart when they told me i couldn't eat it!"

you cracked a smile and he gave you one right back, "i'm serious!"

you sighed happily, "okay...so i guess i should start making dinner then?––"

he was pulling you over to the fridge before you could finish your sentence, "absolutely! and i'm helping!"

you laughed and started getting the ingredients together, "how about i make your favorite tonight?"

he nodded like a child excited for ice cream and kissed you on the cheek. he wasn't really a chef himself, that's why he left it to you––he didn't want to burn down the kitchen. so he'd mostly be staying by your side, maybe handing you things or mixing things, but you enjoyed his company nonetheless.

you had started seasoning the food when he slid his arms around you from behind, leaning down to rest his head on your shoulder. "hey baby?" you hummed in response and his hold on you tightened a bit. "would you...mind making my favorite dessert tonight too? i've been craving it for a while now..."

you smiled to yourself and nodded, "i'd love to."

he squeezed you and kissed your cheek loudly, "yes! thank you i love you so much!–"

kuroo:

almost every day you sent kuroo off to work with a baked good you made him

he loved them and you loved making them so it was a win-win

you'd put them in a little container with a cute note

and though he knew what to expect each time, they never failed to brighten his day

but earlier this week you stopped by kuroo's office to drop off the treat he'd forgotten to take with him today in his rush out the door

he was in a meeting so his assistant let you into his office

and you felt an ache in your chest when you noticed four of the treats you'd given him this past week all on his desk, unopened

that day, you went back home with all the uneaten sweets and unshed tears aching to fall from your eyes

did he just take them to please you? did he not really want them this whole time? was he just trying to be a good husband?

all these questions flooded your mind, only confusing and hurting you further

but one thing was for certain, you'd stop baking them for him

it didn't make sense for you to if you knew it'd be going to waste

kuroo was beyond done with his day and it wasn't even halfway over. he sighed, loosening his tie as he shut the door to his office, drained from the two hour meeting he'd been in.

thankfully, he had no more meetings today so he could sit and relax while he worked in his office. he sat down at his desk and shut his eyes for a moment, needing to calm down and regenerate himself. he reached over to his left blindly, knowing he'd left the treats you baked him there––things had been getting so hectic lately, he barely had time to eat them, but he was saving them for when he did have the time.

his hand smacked down on the desk three times as he tried to reach for the containers before he finally opened his eyes. his brows furrowed slightly, "what the..." he looked around the desk, opening the drawers and everything before giving up and calling his assistant in.

she knocked on the door and he signaled for her to come in.

"yes sir?"

"hi, do you know where the sweets i had on my desk are? i thought i left them here."

his assistant thought for a moment before perking up, "oh i believe your partner came and collected them while you were in your meeting, sir."

he frowned, "y/n was here? why didn't you tell me?"

"they asked me not to disturb you."

kuroo nodded, "oh alright...well, thank you, that'll be all."

he immediately pulled his personal phone out and called your number, you must have been back home by now.

you saw his name pop up on your screen as you were about to throw out the baked goods and hesitated for a good while before sighing and picking up. "yes?"

you could practically hear the smirk on his face as he spoke through the phone.

kuroo leaned back in his chair, looking up at the ceiling as he spoke. "you stole my sweets from me? where'd you hide them? or did you eat them?"

he didn't even feel bad that he'd just left them there?––"well you clearly weren't eating them kuroo," the smirk dropped from his face and he sat up, alert. woah––kuroo? why did you sound upset? "they were just sitting on your desk––anyway, i was about to throw them out."

"woah, what?? why would you do that?!"

he was speaking to you but you honestly weren't listening, too annoyed and too hurt to pay attention. "look if you didn't like them, you could have just told me so i wouldn't have to waste hours every day busting my ass to make them for you––were you just throwing them out this whole time, is that it?––"

he shook his head with each word you uttered before realizing you couldn't see him, he was just in complete shock. "what? no no, kitten listen to me, hey listen, okay?" you paused, mostly to catch your breath, but he took that opportunity to speak up. "i love when you bake for me, everything you make tastes amazing. i love eating the sweets you make when i'm at work because they remind me of you and of how much you love me––this week's just been a complete pain in my ass and i haven't had the time to sit down, eat and enjoy your treats, i love them and you too much to just scarf them down in a minute. i need to savor them, you know?" despite the adrenaline running in your body, you cracked a smile. "i finally had some time to myself and i was gonna eat them just now when i realized they were missing so i called you..."

he trailed off and you took that as your cue to speak up. "oh..."

you could hear his smirk again, "yeah, oh."

"so i...maybe...overreacted a bit."

he chuckled, the sound warm even through the phone. "no kitten you didn't, i get why you were upset––but, you should have asked me about it first."

you sighed, "yeah, yeah..." you looked at the open containers in front of you, only now noticing the notes you put in them were gone––he must have taken them out to read them even though he didn't have time to eat––"wait a minute, if you haven't had time to eat..." you could hear him clear his throat awkwardly, "kuroo you haven't been eating lunch?!"

he laughed awkwardly, "um, i mean, i eat after work––"

"that's not the same!" you rolled your eyes, "i'm coming back over there and i'm bringing you lunch and you're going to eat it, understand?"

he poked his tongue to the side of his cheek. "okay, kitten."

you sighed, "you're lucky i love you."

he leaned back in his chair again, "oh could you bring one of the––"

you cut him off, putting one of the already closed containers back in your bag. "already on it."

he grinned, "god, i love you."

oikawa:

oikawa loves your cooking

and normally he scrambles home after practice to eat it

but this past week training was grueling and tiring, so by the time he came out every day, he was drained mentally and physically

and he was starving

he couldn't wait any longer as soon as he stepped foot out of the gym

so he went to the nearest takeout place, bodega, whatever to get something to eat quickly,, for the whole week

he thought nothing of it

but when he came home every night for a week straight saying he'd already eaten when you tried to offer him the food you spent hours making?

it hurt, a lot

so you decided you'd stop cooking

oikawa was aching to go home––he was exhausted and all he thought about to get him through the day was you, your cooking and your cuddles. he needed all three immediately. when his coach said they were all free to go home, he could almost feel a weight lifting off his shoulders.

he sighed loudly as he stepped into your home, peeling his sneakers off and setting his things aside. he padded into the house, going straight to the kitchen and frowned when you were nowhere in sight. he'd come home a bit early today, around the time you were usually making dinner.

he looked around and walked to the living room, smiling to himself when he found you sitting on the couch, looking for something to watch on tv.

you smiled up at him and greeted him, the sound of your voice making him feel warm inside. "hi baby, how was your day?"

he huffed and slid onto the couch, lying down so his head was in your lap. "don't even talk to me about the day i've had––i was thinking about you the whole time." he took your hand in his and brought it up to his lips to give it a soft kiss. "you got me through it."

he placed one of your hands on his cheek and the other in his hair, mumbling a thank you when you started playing with the slightly damp mess on his head. "mm that feels good baby." he closed his eyes and sighed contently, settling in comfortably to your touch.

after a few moments, he spoke up softly, trying his best not to fall asleep. "what's for dinner?"

"um i'm not sure," your eyes were focused back on the tv as you thought for a moment. "what do you wanna order?"

he paused and cracked one eye open, opening the other when he realized you weren't joking. "wha––order?"

you looked down at him and nodded hesitantly, "yeah? like takeout?"

he sat up abruptly and turned to face you, "what? why?"

you paused this time, unsure of how to respond. "well...every night for the past week you haven't been eating my food. i think it's fair for me to assume you don't want my food anymore."

he felt a piece of himself break on the inside, "oh angel..." he grabbed your hands, "no no––i love your food, you know that––i've just been so tired this week, i couldn't even wait to get home to eat, so i stopped by the nearest places with the boys." he scooted closer to you. "i'm so sorry i made you feel like i didn't appreciate what you do for me––i promise from now on i'll drag myself on my hands and knees if i have to to come home to you and eat––"

you laughed and shook your head, "tooru there's no need for that––"

he cut you off, almost offended. "of course there is! i hurt your feelings baby, i never want to do that again!"

you smiled and pulled him in for a sweet kiss that he quickly melted into. you pulled away to look at him earnestly. "it's okay babe. just...maybe tell me next time? i was just worried you were tired of my food, that's all."

he pulled you into his lap and held you tight. "i could never and will never be tired of anything you do for me, i promise." he kissed your cheek. "though it is my fault, i did miss your cooking this week––but if you're not in the mood to make anything i understand and we can still order––"

you shook your head, "i'll make your favorite, okay?"

he pulled you in for another kiss, "i really don't deserve you."

[universallychaoticpan]

Its absolutely no secret that I love ur trio unholy trinity and I wanna request about my fav trio again. Why do I sense that U like angst? Hahah joking aside i was actually rewatching bsd and then a kunikida angst pop into my mind. Dazai found that Kunikida have a massive crush on some girl only to discover that its y/n. She is using Kuni for a mission or something like that and thinking about this probably chuuya and y/n are dating at this point?? I would love to see how Dazai would break it out to Kunikida and how would they confront the Villainess of this story. Im really craving for some Villainess reader and Ive been reading ur fics for a long time now and ur really good at it.

HI hello yes- I love unholy trinity and I'm happy you do to!! And yes, I love a good angst idea; plus Kunikida deserves more attention- I love him lol. Top it off with villainess reader and we've got some fun. I hope you enjoy this, and I'm sorry it's taken so long- my schedule is picking up again. As always though, my requests and asks are always open, and I am commited to delivering the highest quality writing I can. <333

Dazai never thought he would feel so sad finding out Kunikida's secret lover; his ideals, his standards, all in one person- it was the ultimate hidden treasure and Dazai wanted to know everything. So how could he be anything but elated when he found out exactly who the woman his partner had been pinning for was?

One reason: he now knew just who said woman was; who she had been before, and why she was so dangerous.

He hadn't expected to ever see you again; when he finally did, with your arms around Kunikida's shoulders as he held you close, it took him a moment to realize that no, he wasn't delusional. Those eyes that looked so adoringly at him, those lips painted with sweet little smiles- it was all you. And all he could think was how horrible fate was, for you to be the person Kunikida was falling for. Because he was; Dazai could see it in the way he smiled when you spoke, how he walked beside you with his hand resting against the small of your back like it belonged there.

He should have known his bliss wouldn't last long.

Once you were gone, once the two men were making their way back to the Agency, it was only then Kunikida noticed Dazai's unusual silence.

"What is it," he sighed. "get out with it already."

"I don't like her," Dazai said simply.

Kunikida stiffened, "Well why the hell not? Don't tell me you've slept with her before and that's-"

"That's not why. I just don't like her for you."

Kunikida rolled his eyes and huffed. "Sure, because god forbid a woman prefers me to you."

"That's just it," Dazai retorted. "She doesn't prefer you; at least not if I'm right. She's using you, Kunikida, and I know you can't see it, but I can."

"Because as usual, you have to be the clever one- always one step ahead aren't you Dazai-"

He felt the air leave his lungs as his dark haired companion dragged him by the front of his shirt from the street and into the shadows.

"Exactly," Dazai breathed. "One step ahead. And I know you won't believe it, but I know exactly who that woman is. I know she is in no way the one for you, no matter how much it seems she is. And I can tell you just why she is someone to stay far away from."

"Then tell me."

Dazai smiled that wry smile, turning his head slightly to each side, making Kunikida roll his eyes as he made a show of checking their surroundings for listening years.

"She's one of Mori's- a port mafia member so feared she has been named their secret executive."

///

The next night he saw you had been cast in the lens of your loyalties. When you turned the corner, he could see the seduction in the way you walked, the sex in the way your eyes turned towards the ground as you walked- just tempting, alluring; a woman of the underground. And when you caught sight of Dazai, a flash of recognition was barely even there; it took you an instant to place the boy you had in some ways grown up with and the bandaged man in front of you as one and the same.

You stopped a short distance away, inclining your head in a graceful greeting. Even now, Kunikida couldn't help the way his heart sped up at the slight way your hair fell into your face.

"Hello, Dazai. Quite an odd time for a reunion. Haven't you heard three's a crowd?"

Dazai scoffed. "Cut the bullshit, y/n; you're smarter than all that. And now he is as well so if you want to leave here without any problems, I suggest you get going and stop using him. Your cover's blown."

"Men," you sighed. "impossible to get through a simple conversation without talking business."

"Don't pretend you're here for any other reason." Kunikida's tone was harsh and low and it made your brows shoot up in surprise.

"You're not here because you like him, y/n, and you know it. By the way, how's Chuuya? Never seemed like the type to enjoy his girl playing house with some other man." Dazai was baiting you, and you knew it.

"Chuuya is perfectly fine," you smiled coyly. "And...misgivings he may have had about my current assignment have long been dealt with."

"Gross," he shuddered.

"He is right, however," Kunikida interjected. "I don't ever want to see you again; you can report all of this to your boss, but don't ever come near me again."

"Oh?" you chuckled. "Not even like this?"

Slowly, slowly, you began to walk towards the two, heels clicking softly on the ground as you walked. You wound your way around him, relishing the way he stiffened when you let your hand trail across his chest. Finally, you stopped, raising yourself onto your toes and whispering with the voice of the wind, the sound seemingly coiling around him and squeezing his mind close.

And then you were gone.

You walked back into the night, hand raised above your head in a wave while Kunikida stood dumbstruck by you.

"Ciao, amore."

Even with your back turned he could hear the smile in your voice.

And even with your alliances, he could feel the painful truth in your words-

"Just remember I was the first to meet your ideals. I was the first...

and only."

[jiyeong]

bmblb flowershop au

been CRAVING this for weeks so i wrote one on twitter and im gonna do a post here too so i don’t lose it in my 43k tweets in case i ever do anything more with it (’: but here’s my bee flowershop au pls enjoy. it’s set in late spring/early summer

yang, age 18 and freshly out of highschool, gets her driver’s license and immediately asks for a motorcycle. taiyang gives her the keys to the family minivan instead and tells her if she wants a deathmobile, she can get a job and buy it herself

she’s walking down the main shopping street looking for job opportunities when she sees a cute girl putting up a “help wanted” sign outside a flowershop. it’s blake. the cute girl is blake.

it’s a delivery job and she applies immediately and gets it mostly because she’s the only one who applied, but ironically also because the minivan is big enough to hold large bouquets, has a 5star safety rating, and also does not go faster than 35mph so its extremely unlikely that she will be in any accidents lol

blake’s family’s shop is very popular, and they do a lot of weddings and big events. it’s an on-call job and she gets called in maybe once or twice a week. it’s always blake calling her in, and they always have a nice chat before she has to go deliver the flowers

she finds out blake is the owner’s only daughter, so she’s probably off limits so like ok. disappointing but whatever it’s easy money and she gets to talk to a hot girl every time she goes to work so this is fine

but then she starts getting some really weird deliveries...

the first one is to a wrestling tournament at some prep school. it’s for a boy (sun wukong, the delivery slip says) who giggles like a little schoolgirl as soon as he sees her coming with the flowers, and before he’ll sign for the delivery, starts talking to her about sports and her workout routines, etc

he’s a nice guy, they talk for a bit, and she asks if he got the flowers because he won and he says no, it’s the nationals and he made third place. the whole time he’s grinning like it’s some kind of inside joke, so that’s what she figures it is.

when she goes back to the flowershop, she tells blake about it, about how weird it was delivering to a wrestling tourney of all things- and she’s laughing too.

yang mentions looking at the delivery slip and that she’s never heard of the flowers before. this gets blake GOING.

she tells her that they’re ranunculus flowers, more commonly known as buttercups in some other flowershops, and that they symbolize attraction, that you find someone charming.

“huh. guess he has some big fan out there,” yang laughs.

“yeah,” blake smiles softly, “guess so.”

the second time it happens, it’s a delivery to some small town fashion magazine publisher. this time, blake mentions the flowers before yang leaves.

it is a mixture of carnations,lilies, and white orchids, and they all symbolize, to some degree, beauty. yang supposes it’s fitting considering she’s going to a fashion magazine, i guess??? this makes blake laugh a bit. yang thinks her laugh is really very cute.

the flowers are for a velvet scarlatina. yang notices her fidgeting as she drops them off in her office. it’s not a nervous fidget, more like she’s excited but is a bit too shy to say and doesn’t know how to express it, maybe?

so yang asks. velvet’s surprised by the question, but she smiles and tells her anyways. she’s just been promoted to lead photographer, she’ll have an entire photo editing department to lead starting tomorrow, and it’s probably the biggest thing that’s ever happened to her. it’s exciting! she’s excited! yang congratulates her, she’s genuinely happy for this girl. she seems like a hard worker.

as yang turns to leave, velvet stops her, holds up a camera slowly, and softly asks if she can take yang’s picture. to test out her new lens, she adds.

it’s a little weird, but okay; artsy people are always weird, yang’s smokin hot on a normal day, AND she’s having an incredible hair day today, if she does say so herself. so she agrees. before she leaves, velvet hands her a small rabbit’s foot, “for good luck.”

this time, yang tells both blake and ruby/weiss about it. blake seems amused, but doesn’t say much, and ruby immediately demands to see the rabbit’s foot charm.

while ruby is occupied by the charm, weiss asks yang how her new job is going. yang gets stuck talking about blake, how cute she is and how smart she is and how nice she is. her smile and her face and her voice.

at this point even ruby’s tuned back in.

so, they do what any good sister/sister’s weirdly obsessive girlfriend would do. they tag along the next time she gets called in to work.

ruby and weiss immediately drift to a section of shop on their own, distracted. ruby’s picking out a bouquet of roses for weiss (ugh, yang thinks) as yang walks to the counter where blake sits. this time the bouquet is simple, made of only one flower: gardenias.

“it symbolizes purity and love,” blake tells her.

“wow i feel like 90% of these flowers symbolize purity and love,” yang jokes. it makes blake chuckle, so very softly, and yang feels like a hammer has dropped in her chest. love. oh no.

“probably accurate. gardenias though, if you were wishing to send someone your undying love anonymously, you would send them gardenias,” blake muses, eyes drifting over to ruby and weiss making a fuss in the corner. “it’s a symbol for a secret love.”

yang’s head is screaming. oh no.

yang ends up leaving (ditching) ruby and weiss there with blake.

the flowers are being sent to the same prep school as the wrestling tournament, but instead of the gym she’s headed for the locker rooms. there’s a sign for a track meet today, and the flowers are for an ilia amitola, some star on the team, yang guesses, as she walks through the school.

ilia is the only one still in there, and yang senses the hostility immediately.

ilia absolutely GRILLS her, there’s no other way to describe it. she asks her question after question about her tastes, her hobbies, her personal life. it’s a little intimidating, and yang is still sort of distracted from her revelation at the flowershop (oh nO) so she answers them all.

ilia’s quiet for a bit at the end before signing the slip and letting yang go.

“don’t fuck it up,” she says as yang’s leaving the room. what the hell???

when she gets home she immediately storms into ruby’s room.

“i think im in love with her,” she’s freaking out. pacing. weiss is in there too, because of course she is, and they’re both just staring at her blankly.

apparently, it was obvious.

“I don’t know why you’re freaking out,” weiss huffs. “when was the last time you dated a girl? like, actually, with feelings??”

“shut UP weiss you’re not invited to this conversation. ruby, sweet ruby, my wonderful adorable baby sister with a strange addiction to model guns and extremely violent shooting games, how the fuck do i get over the cute flower girl that makes me feel like i want to bash my head against the concrete??”

“uhhh well, for one, i think weiss has great ideas so im re-inviting her into the conversation. (”thank you,” weiss huffs, because she was raised to be polite even while offended) and two, just, like, uhhh don’t???”

they convince yang to confess to blake. but yang’s like ok it’s been a while since ive had actual, swear-to-god, feelings, so she wants to do something ROMANTIC. something BIG. something GAY.

yang’s saved up a nice chunk of cash from her job - and okay, who needs a motorcycle when you could get a girlfriend? and like, okay, blake works at the shop, so she’s not quite sure if flowers are an appropriate idea, but she’s literally always reading books on flower meanings and flower dictionaries and looking at natgeo magazines etc so she watches shia lebeouf’s just do it video and why the hell not

but she has to do it right - and she asks the only flower experts she knows other than blake. blake’s parents. she wants to get their okay as well anyways - she’d quit if she had to - so it’s like two birds one stone. but yang’s been charming them since her interview, and they’re almost strangely enthusiastic about helping set up their only daughter.

she gets weiss to place the order, because ruby can’t stop giggling on the phone. it’s a HUGE bouquet - full of every flower that symbolizes love that mr & mrs belladonna recommended her. it’s almost embarrassing listening to weiss list the flowers and knowing that blake is the one receiving the order.

the bouquet is so huge that yang insists that she needs help carrying it. conveniently, ruby and weiss are busy doing something gay, so they aren’t free to help her. blake raises her eyebrow when her parents send her off with yang to help. yang thinks it’s very attractive.

the address is a meadow right on the outskirts of town. lots of rolling hills, lots of swaying trees, the sky is clear and you can already see the moon even though it isn’t nighttime yet. it’s all very scenic, a perfect wedding venue. it’s late afternoon when they leave the shop.

“preparing for a wedding so late in the day is so strange,” blake comments on the way there, playing with the radio stations like she owns the van. it makes yang’s heart clench. can you die early from too much feeling? how awful. “what eccentric people, to be having their ceremony so late at night.”

“aha... y-yeah, eccentric people for sure,” yang sweats.

they park on the hill, and there’s no one there. blake steps out of the van, confused. she’s looking at the sunset and it’s as picture perfect as she thought it would be, but where is everyone?

and when she turns around, yang is holding the very large bouquet perfectly fine on her own. she almost shoves it into blake’s face.

“they’re for you,” yang blurts out immediately. “i’m the eccentric people.”

blake’s all ??? for a second. and then it sinks in and she’s laughing because, “do you know how much these flowers cost? did you literally spend all your money on a bouquet of flowers for me, a florist’s daughter who is literally around flowers all day?”

turns out blake has also been spending her money on bouquets for all of her friends uncharacteristically often, with their consent of course, just to get the cute new delivery girl into the store more so she could see her and maybe have a chat. they’ve been returning the flowers with small favors of their own - non-consensual blake makes sure to point out - namely, yang’s favorite workout spots, some really cute not-at-all-candid pictures of yang, and what basically amounted to, yup u guessed it, an entire autobiography of yang herself. god.

they kiss as the sun’s last rays are fading, laughing, on a hill almost an hour’s drive away in a rusty old minivan, and over a ridiculously unnecessary amount of flowers. it’s pretty fuckin gay.

[absolutelybifurious]

homecoming feelings inc (spoilers: most of them will look something like i love tony stark i LOVE tony stark i loVE TONY STARK I LOVE ad nauseum) 

peters video recording of civil war what an absolute babe

“thats not a hug im reaching for the door” (yeah right tony we all know you crave human contact)

why does peter know spanish?

peter taking time to pet the cat *_*

peter desperately looking for ways to help and giving that lady directions,,,, my son

“why did i mention the churro”

peter saving the cat and handing it back to the shop owner LIKE OH MYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY GODDDDDDDDDDDDD I LOVE HIM 

michelle doing situps with her book

no one will convince me flash doesnt have a massive gay crush on peter parker yall, i mean cmon?? HE MAKES EVERYTHING ABOUT HIM CLASSIC CRUSH SIGNS,,, hes legitimately obsessed with him, like i’m not kidding i can’t remember the specifics but several times i was like ok this is just kinda coded like hes into peter actually?

“you’re here too” “am i?” truly the best scene in the film michelle is a gift and zendaya is our glorious goddess who has bestowed this wonder on us

god the van scene, i immediately loved donald glover but that could be bc hes cute. but the thing is, this movie did such a Job of making peter immature. like i was continuously frustrated with him bc he was so markedly different and less mature than any of the other heroes. he screwed up again and again and again and the kidness of him was so well done. like it infuriated me half the time. but damn it was well done

TONY INSTALLED A HEATER IN PETERS SUIT

TONY WAS PAYING SO MUCH ATTENTION TO PETER THAT HE NOTICED WHEN THINGS WENT POORLY

TONY LISTENED TO THE PROBABLY HUNDREDS OF REPORTS PETER SENT AND REMEMBERS THE FUCKING CHURRO

tony wants to talk to peter about his college plans

tony stark is the best dad ever, and really in general he is the best person ever and no one will ever tell me that there is a person with a better heart in the MCU BECAUSE THERE IS FUCKING NOT 

TONY STARK IS TOO GOOD FOR ALL OF US WE DO NOT DESERVE HIM

poor ned :( “that hats not working” i was really mad at peter for the way he kept ditching all hsi real life friends

kinda glad vulture killed that guy what a disrespectful douche

“i thought that was the anti gravity gun” “wHAT NO” hmMmMmMm I LOVE

also he treats his other ppl with a lot of respect and later the ppl still think they can leave and like, thats cool

michelle noticing what peters quit already

i have a hot date with black widow later

that is false

another long one: i didnt super buy peters crush on liz. it felt really faked because he never really made choices for her, and i get that he was more into spiderman but i never felt the significance of the crush... i think that was played over a little bit too much

also i dont think ive been this impressed with a villain in the marvel franchise since loki. vulture was so compellingly realistic. i know they tried that shit with whats his face from civil war but he was so irrelevant i didnt care. vulture was relevant, scary, but also emotionally compelling

fucking taser web

you jumped off the sign and landed on your face

i love karen

i read a post about tony coding an AI thats emotionally encouraging and invested in peters life bc tony is invested in peters life and like iw ant to die

i just dont want to celebrate something built by slaves

THE GUARDS LIKE PREACH

michelle is a gift

“kiss her peter”

“thank you”

donald glover I HAVE A NEPHEW YEEEEEEEEEE BOY GIVE ME MILES I DESERVE IT

the whole interrogation scene was golden,,,, “NEVER DO THAT AGAIN KAREN” 

you’re a criminal!!! you deserve it!!!!!!!!!!!!! bye!! criminal!! i love peter so much

TONY STARK CALLING TO TELL PETER WHAT A GOOD JOB HE DID IN DC TONY STARK BEING A SUPPORTIVE, GOOD PARENT AND WANTING TO MAKE SURE PETER KNOWS HE IS PAYING ATTENTION 

peter just keeps causing disaster after disaster 

that whole ferry scene had me cringing

but he tried so hard to help everyone!!

tonys anger after it was totally warranted. i dont blame him for taknig the suit. 

MY FAVORITE LINE: if you really cared you’d be here AND TONY MOTHERFUCKING STEPS OUT OF THE SUIT

and god rdj brings the fuCKING PAIN you can see how panicked he is how muc hhe doesnt want to hurt peter but how SCARED he is bc peter isnt listening to him and god!!! what if something happened to peter!! you can hear the self loathing and the pain that hes carrying from all the other movies all he wants to do is make sure nothing happens to peter or anyone else

tony listened to peter to try and stop the vulture, tony takes him seriously!!!!!!!!!!! tony is such a good dad and such a good person and HOLY SHIT!! TONY STARK!!!!!!!!!

hes hurting so much in that scene he doesnt wanna be like howard HE DROPPED EVERYTHING TO GO HELP PETER IM UNDONE

also look how well peter got back on track after he lost the suit

still ??? at the liz scene tho?? i just didnt feel that relationship much at all, there wasnt anything there

PLOT TWIST PLOT TWIST PLOT TWIST 

MMMM THATS SOME GOOOOOOD SHIT 

and once again vulture is incredibly compelling bc that brings a whole new context to why his face changed re: dc and why he didnt try to kill peter on the ferry

michelle doing the casual flip-off, god i love her so much??

holy shit peter in the wreckage, tom holland go off that acting tore my heart in half AND THEN HE REMEMEBRED TONY WORDS

CMON SPIDERMAN I AM SOBBING

FLASH ASKING DO YOU REALLY KNOW PETER PARKER HES IN LOVE

vultures desperation in this final scene is,,,wow, you fucking feel it, it makes sense. hes such a compelling villain.

peter saving vulture what a fucking babe

liz really is a sweet girl i wish i’d believed the crush more bc she deserves all the love

my friends call me mj YISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS gimme that michelle/peter RN

michelle acting like she doesnt care and then THAT LOOK THAT LOOOOK OMG ZENDAYA KILLED ME HOW DID SHE CONVEY SO MUCH ACTUAL LOVE AND COMPASSION AND CRUSH 101 IN A 2 SECOND CLIP YALL

happy in the bathroom. goodbye to me.

can we talk about tony? being so ecstatic that peter did all this? tony saying thatw as the tough love moment you needed and being so convinced that it wasnt and so convinced by his own acting that he could never actulally ahve inspired anything like that so hes just going to blaze ahead and not even acknowledge that yes!! it was actually!!!!!!!! he was a great father figurei n that moment and in this whole movie 

but he doesn’t believe that so he’s just going to keep being sarcastic to cover up for the fact that he doesnt think any of this had almost anything to do with him and everthing to do with peter

bc he has no concept of his own self-worth and yet to contrast that he directly inflates it and is so used to ppl disregarding it and accusing him of having an ego that even in this moment when he does something really amazing he makes it about his fake-ass ego and doesn’t let anyone actually give him credit for anything bc he is too busy giving himself fake-credit that he uses as an excuse in every other scene to call himself a piece of shit,,, that other ppl use to call him that bc ppl cant see through it bc he doesnt actually WANT anyone looking too closely, and yet, in this scene, he seems to be using it to exempt peter from actually acknowledging what he did was good bc hahaha im a self-congratulatory egomaniac

anyway hahahaha i love tony stark

also he is sad, he wants peter to stay with him, but he lets it go bc he recognizes it was the mature choice (and probably not the one he’d ahve made) 

hes so proud of peter i want to die

PEPPER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THE RING!!

they’re both so confused about happy and the ring i love it

PEPPER!!!!!!!!! THEY’RE BACK!!!!!!!!! THANK FUCKING JESUS BC IF SOMEONE DIDNT LOVE TONY STARK IN THIS DARK TIME THEN IW OULD HAVE FOUND A WAY TO BREAK INTO THIS FICTIONAL REALM AND DO IT MYSELF

that little kiss was everything she lvoes him i love them

ugh

this movie was gr8 a++++

i love my son tony stark and his son peter parker and his future wife michelle

[k-renne]

Dream On, Senator Epilogue

A/N: Oh my god you guys, I’m going to cry I can’t believe I made it this far and that it’s over! Thank you so much for reading and for sticking with me, it means the world to me. This chapter is pretty long and gets NSFW at the end so be wary. As always, hope you enjoy it and I’d really love to hear what you think, it’s been a wild ride. 

Previously: Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV, Part V, Part VI, Part VII, Part VIII, Part XI, Part X, Part XI, Part XII

It was a few months after Ben first kissed you and things were going pretty well. The new Resistance base was going well and you were helping Ben strengthen his skills in the force. Your dynamic hadn’t even changed that much, the main thing being that you were much nicer and more affectionate with him.

He could be quite the romantic, or as you called it a complete and utter cheese ball, he was almost sickeningly sweet with you. He still continued to call you obnoxious pet names and cuddle with you but now he would make a grand display of it. Ben was extremely affectionate with you, always bursting at the seams with his feelings for you.

“God you’re gorgeous princess, so damn beautiful, I’m so lucky to have met you,” He will say to you, eyes wide with love and affection. He’ll take your hand and brush his lips against your knuckles or nuzzle your cheek, surprise you by wrapping his arms around you from behind. You made him feel like a pile of mush and he made you feel like you were going to float away.

“Ben what am I going to do with you?” You’ll say to him, mussing his hair. He’ll be on his datapad next to you, putting it down to listen to you. He’ll chuckle then roll over so that he’s hovering above you and say, “I don’t know princess, but I think you could use a good kiss.” Then he’ll lean down and kiss you passionately, breaking away before it can lead to anything more. You give him puppy dog eyes, pout your lips and try to get him to continue; usually he’ll just roll over and return to what he was doing.

You don’t like it, you know it’s because Ben says that he wants to make your first time together special, unlike some of his past encounters. You’ve tried to convince him but he remains adamant, it’s even led to a few fights between you two so you’ve decided to drop it and try and be patient. Even though it felt like you had already waited a lifetime for this.

You didn’t know that Ben was just as impatient as you were, there were so many moments where he just wanted to grab you away from whatever you were doing and have his way with you. He couldn’t do it, as much as he wanted it more than anything he still felt like he needed to impress you and make it the best night of your life.

You were a queen in his eyes and he was just a commoner trying to do justice to your beauty. There was nothing that you could say that could convince him that you shouldn’t have anything but the best. If it meant torturing himself just a little bit longer, so be it.

The furthest you’ve really gone with each other is grinding on one another during kissing but Ben really held himself back with you. The tension was almost unbearable at this point. Everything that he did was a turn on, his stupid smirk, the way he ran his hands through his hair when he was nervous, how he looked at you when you spoke, it was all too much.

It was hard because Ben never felt like he spent enough time with you, he had begun assuming more responsibilities around the base, and with the return of your Master you were busy as well. Often times he would come back late in the evening to finally see you return from a mission, and of course you’d be fast asleep.  Although he loved snuggling up next to you, he preferred for you to be awake.

“I’ve missed you Y/N.” It was a phrase that he was repeating a lot as of late. He just wished this good for nothing war could be over so that he could settle down with you and finally devote the attention to you that he craved so deeply. You’ll smile back at him and give him a great big hug, and he’d hold you as long as he could before you eventually had to leave again. It was starting to make him feel a little down; when he imagined being with you he didn’t think it would be like this, he felt like an inadequate partner. Leia notices Ben’s unusually depressed demeanor, there was just such a huge difference between when you were around and when you were gone. She could sense that it was starting to take a toll on him.

“Ben, I know it’s hard but she’s going to come back to you, she loves you. I can tell,” Leia reassures him. Ben just shakes his head, it was more then that, even if you did return it didn’t feel like it was for long at all. His time spent with you was so fleeting, he felt selfish for it but he needed to be with you more then this.

“Thank you mom, but it doesn’t change anything. Because of this damn war I never see her anymore! It’s just so frustrating,” He expresses. Leia nods in understanding, she could relate to his struggle. She felt sympathy but at the same time she was happy to see that he cared for you, she didn’t want him to repeat the mistakes with her own relationship.

“I know it may seem like it’s not going to end, but we will persevere. Then you and Y/N can settle down together and give me loads of grandkids. Just trust me Ben, and be patient,” She advised. Ben blushed at the mention of children he couldn’t deny that he hadn’t thought that far ahead into the future, of course that required something else to occur first.

“Oh don’t be embarrassed, how do you think you happened?” She teases. “Ugh don’t remind me,” Ben groans.

“You’re acting like you haven’t even had sex yet, you’re so different then the man I used to know.” Ben blushes even more, which confirms her suspicions.

“Oh I see, you actually haven’t had sex with her yet!” She says. “Shhh! The whole base can hear you!” Ben whisper yells. Leia laughs at her son’s embarrassment, unfortunately for him it was a parent’s job to make their kids feel this way.

“Well what are you waiting for? I’m surprised that you haven’t gone mad at this point,” She jokes.

Ben sighs, “I’m just trying to make it perfect? Okay? Are you happy?”

“Oh Benny, you’re such a sap when you’re in love. You two are really great for each other,” She compliments.

“Great? I uh, thanks,” He replies, not really knowing how to respond to that. He did know that it made him feel much better about his relationship. “I better go, I think I’m going to try and see if I can talk to Y/N, bye.” Ben leaves. This gives Leia an idea, maybe it was a little bit evil, but it’d definitely work. First she’d have to make a few calls.

It looked like your mission was getting cut short, thanks to some mysterious excuse from Luke that you didn’t really believe. You wanted to go and find Ben and tell him the news, but you were instructed not to and to instead meet with the General. You had a feeling she had some kind of plan.

“Hello General, it’s nice to see you again,” You greet.

“Don’t call me General, call me Leia. I don’t know how many times I’ve told you this but you’re like a daughter to me! Please Y/N,” She asked.

“If that’s what you wish Leia, I was wondering why you wanted to see me so urgently,” You query.

“Of course, why I called you here. It’s about Ben,” She starts off.

“Is he okay?” You jump in, something must be wrong.

“He’s fine, he just misses you, a lot. He’s starting to get a bit mopey,” She explains.

“Oh I see. What can I do?” You offer; you wanted to help him.

“I want you to surprise him, I’m sending him off to Naboo to meet with some Senators, at least that’s what I’ve told him. I want you to meet him there, and I want you to wear this, if you so choose.” She hands you a bag, you peak inside and can tell that there’s an extravagant dress in there, along with some undergarments to match. It’s a lovely soft pale blue, Ben’s favorite color of course.

“Oh Leia, I can’t accept this. It’s too much! I don’t know if I can do this.” You’re beginning to doubt yourself, you want to but you don’t know if you have the confidence for it.

“Of course you can! Besides, the two of you could use a break, you’ve done so much already,” She encourages you.

“This is… I don’t know what to say. Thank you.” You embrace her in a hug, she reciprocates it gladly, and she really did see you as a daughter and hoped that one day you’d officially be apart of her family.

You leave her to go to the ship hangar and fly to your destination, Leia ad already given you everything that you might need as she didn’t want you to run into Ben and spoil the surprise before you left. Luckily someone was there to fly for you while you had the chance to get ready. The dress fit perfectly, the soft fabric hugged your body. The neckline wasn’t super revealing, just enough to tease. It was relatively modest, but based on Ben’s reaction the first time he saw you in a dress, this would drive him wild. You just hoped it was enough.

As Ben believed that he was meeting with former Senators, he was also dressed formally. He enjoyed the feeling of his finer clothes against his skin, almost missed it, though he didn’t care for them in the same way anymore. He didn’t like going away at the off chance of missing your return, but as his mother stressed this mission was incredibly important and he had to do it. With a fresh shaven face and coordinated clothes, Ben was ready to go, not far behind you.

“It’s beautiful,” You say aloud, and it was. You were brought to a gorgeous villa right on the water, you couldn’t believe Leia had planned all this out for you two.

Right, now where’s the bedroom?

Ben arrives about an hour later, taking a moment to admire the scenery. I wish Y/N were here, he thinks. This would be the perfect place to take you. As he entered the villa he called inside, no response. He was alone.

Wait. Was that music? In the distance he could here some soft jazz, it must be from upstairs. He decided to see where it was coming from. Maybe someone forgot to turn off their music player.

You didn’t really know how to position yourself, this all felt so new to you. You thought that maybe you’d lie on the bed, but that just was not you. You decided to stand, watching the flickering candles and waiting for Ben to arrive. He was here. You could sense it. To the best of your ability you masked your presence from him.

The doorknob began to turn. You took a breath.

“Surprise!” You threw your arms up in the air and greeted Ben. You couldn’t help but smile, seeing him again, he looked so handsome in his senator garb. Your doubts about this were beginning to lessen, especially with that look on his face.

Oh fuck, was Ben’s first thought seeing you. He should’ve expected something like this, he had a feeling his mother had something to do with it. He swallowed thickly before speaking.

“Y/N, you look, stars you look so good. I can’t believe you’re here!” He states his bewilderment. And that dress, force be with him he wanted to tear it to shreds. More so his heart was beating rapidly, he felt so loved by you and he almost wanted to cry tears of joy. No, better hold yourself back.

In a few strides he’s lifted you in his arms and spun you in a circle, holding you so tightly that you feel breathless. “Oh I’ve missed you baby, I’ve missed you so much!” He says to you, in between placing quick pecks along your neckline. You ruffle his hair as a sign of affection and he nuzzles against your cheek, holy sith how you loved when he did that.

“Well what are you waiting for? Kiss me,” You demand. Ben eagerly complies, sealing your lips with a searing kiss. You melt right there, all that’s keeping you from falling is a secure hold around your middle. It felt amazing; your mind was already beginning to feel a gentle buzz of pleasure from his kiss alone.

You slide your hand that was wrapped around his bicep up behind his neck, to support your weak knees. Ben gently guides you to the bed for a more comfortable position. He even places a pillow behind you neck. He regards you with a look of wonder with his soft brown eyes; there was no doubting how he felt about you.

“Ben, please. I can’t wait anymore,” You plead.

“Of course sweetheart, truthfully I don’t think I can wait anymore either. I was starting to get squirrely. Let me take care of you tonight,” He coos, fingers running across the straps of your dress. You give your consent and he slowly pulls the strap down and off your arm, taking the time to kiss the exposed skin there. You inhale sharply at his ministrations. You could barely take it.

Ben smirks at your reaction; he could tell you were enjoying this, maybe not just as much as he was. He takes off his coat, both of your shoes, and loosens his undershirt before going any further. He hesitates for a moment, and then unzips the back of your dress, pulling it down your body inch by inch. He stops at your waist, already feeling overwhelmed at the sight of your lace-covered breasts.  “I’m so fucked,” He curses, looking down at you. You laugh at him and he realizes his mistake.

“Oh shit did I say that out loud?”

“Yes Ben, you did,” You laugh. He groans in humiliation, and then jolts back when he realizes that he just put his face against your chest. Get yourself together! Ugh but it felt so soft and nice, if he didn’t have a hard on before he definitely had one now.

“You’re perfect, you know that right?” He asks, after composing himself.

“And you’re impossible, come one let’s get on with it,” You urge. Ben kisses you softly on the lips, loving that you were still being yourself, even if your relationship with him had changed.

He traces the skin of your sides lightly before resting just below your bra. He stares at your chest for a few seconds, hypnotized by the pale blue lace before finally dipping down to lavish your skin there. He doesn’t take off your bra just yet, after all it looked so pretty on you, of course what was underneath was even better but he wanted to take his time with you.

He softly places his hands over your breasts, lightly squeezing them under the fabric. He begins to massage them, looking like a kid caught in a candy store. Meanwhile you could feel his hard on poking your thigh, deciding to get some revenge to move your hand down the length of it. Ben reacts immediately, whimpering and almost collapsing on top of you, he was so turned on right now.

“Y/N, do not. Don’t do that,” He tells you, grabbing your wrists and placing them above your head so that you can’t touch him like that again. You’re feeling adventurous and pretty naughty so you decide to roll you hips against him making him release your wrists.

“Do what? This?” You tease, repeating the action. Ben’s breathing heavily now, arms bracing himself besides you with his head facing down, he wants to scream right now. He musters his strength and grabs your wrists again, distracting you with a hungry kiss. You try rolling your hips against him again but this time he reciprocates it, making a friction so delicious that you can’t help but moan yourself.

“What a glorious sound you just made princess,” Ben teases, speaking right above your mouth. He moves his hands behind you and frees your breasts from their constraints; giving you a wolfish grin, time to have some real fun. He admires them before taking action, making work of one with his hand and the other with his mouth. It feels lovely, but you want more, signaling it by the movement of your hips.

“Be patient,” He all but growls, little by little Ben’s control dwindled. He places one hand on your hip to keep you still. He continues to kiss your breasts, taking a nipple into his mouth with a suck, and leaving marks in his wake. He wanted to leave reminders on your body of his presence, as crazy as it sounded.

You were just about ready to start touching yourself when Ben finally shifted his focus away from your breasts. He moved back so that he was right in front of your panties, resting in between your thighs. He looks up at you as he places a kiss over the wet spot, making you squirm. He chuckles darkly at your desperation, he loved seeing you like this, all hot for him. He kisses the spot again, this time running his tongue over it.

He really wants to just bury his face in between your legs and go to town, because you smell absolutely divine, but he won’t do that this round. He circles the most sensitive part with a finger, giving you the touch that you craved. Unfortunately for you he doesn’t do it for long, getting up and off of the bed.

“Ben! What the hell?” You whine, sitting straight up.

“Relax baby, lie back down. I just need to take off the rest of my clothes, it’s too hot,” He explains.

“Oh no, I am watching this,” You say, sitting up so you can see him. You enjoy as he slowly pulls up his own shirt, exposing the trail of hair that leads to his nether regions. He’s not doing it as quickly as he would on his own, but he’s not making a show out of it either as he was growing impatient as well. Finally, his pants fall to the floor. He leaves his underwear on, though you have a pretty good idea what lies underneath due to his protruding erection.

Soon he’s on top of you again, kissing you vigorously, slipping his tongue into your open mouth. A hand slides down your body before talking a palm full of your ass and squeezing it, taking your panties away in his grasp as he slides them down your legs. He throws them aside without looking, too entranced by your now complete nudity.

“I love you,” He says gravely.

“I love you too, more then I will love any other man.”

“Well thank force for that” He sighs in relief; he sure wouldn’t want the alternative.

“I’m ready Ben,” You tell him, urging him to continue. He nods and takes off his own underwear, not wasting much time after putting on the proper protection before entering you. You both gasp at the feeling, it was a lot to take in but at the same time it felt so good to be close to him like this. It took Ben some time before he could move; it was so overwhelming that he had to make sure that he could last because he almost came right then and there.

“Y/N you feel like a dream,” He praises. He secures his position above you and then begins to move, slowly at first to gather his bearings. He increases his paces so that it’s not entirely slow, but not that he’s jackhammering in to you. As his hips cant he tries to rub against your clit so that you can reach your peak with him.

You’re both moaning, making guttural sounds of pleasure that only get louder as it goes on. The soft music in the background is completely drowned out; it’s just the two of you now. “Oh Y/N, I think I’m gonna cum, I’m going to change my angle a bit so I can properly touch you. Wrap your legs around me, yes just like that. Good princess,” He purrs.

You begin to reach a higher plain of pleasure, the one right before your orgasm. Ben comes first, unable to hold back any longer, but he continues to touch you. It was almost impossible that you would cum at the same time, but he would make sure that you both did. He rubs your clit quickly, and you finally reach that point, your walls contracting around him.

He pulls out and discards the protection, collapsing against your side. “I can’t believe I waited so long to do that, good thing we have a few days because I want to make up for the lost time,” He remarks, brushing back his sweaty hair.

“Well that one is on you,” You counter.

“I don’t know. I seem to remember months and months of you denying your feelings for me. This could’ve happened a long time ago,” He recalls.

“Oh yeah well what about the month’s of you saying ‘It has to be perfect Y/N, princess of the galaxy, destroyer of worlds,” You mock him.

“Hey I do not talk like that, and I know you love when I call you princess don’t you deny it,” He points out.

“Hmm, I don’t seem to remember denying it,”

“Oh come on, don’t tell me you suddenly forgot the thousands of times that you told me to not call you princess or baby and I did it anyways cause I knew it would annoy you!” He admits.

“Aha! I knew you were trying to annoy me.”

“I’ll do anything to get a rise out of you baby,” He drawls out.

“I know, but I don’t think I mind your attentions seeking behavior so much anymore,” You confess.

“Good, because you make me feel exceedingly needy as of late.” You shake your head at him and he pulls you into his chest so that one hand rests in your hair and another on your waist, lips close to your forehead. He places a kiss there before stilling his movements, it was late and you needed to rest.

“Sweet dreams, my Jedi Knight.”