#hands is one of my fave songs like. ever I love the Sound

[finelinefae]

soft

synopsis: girls with cute tummies and soft thighs and extra chub in different places can also date hot popstar boys okay? okay.

word count: 2.1 k

contains: plus size reader, non au harry, fluff, mentions of body image and insecurities, harry being obsessed with his girlfriend

A/N: the start of a new thing called 'soft girl sundays' which I'm starting !! i wrote this for wp a few months ago but it's one of my fave things I've written so I'm re-posting it here. it's cheesy and fun and harry's obsessed with his girl !! i know for a lot of us girlies sometimes it feels like we take up too much space and we're always made to feel smaller mentally, physically, in every way really but you have much of a right to be here as everyone else so take up alllll the space u need !! women are beautiful and majestic no matter their size 💘

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My girls' in the audience tonight.

I look past the curtain across the stage and see her in the VIP section.

Even without the stage lights shining on her, she's glowing.

She's wearing a shirt with my initials stitched over her heart and every time she lifts her arms, I see her soft tummy and the dimples on her back when she spins. Her thick thighs are on show as she wears the smallest pink skirt known to man. Her hair falls past her shoulder and down her back and her cute cheeks turn pink as she smiles when she speaks to some of the team who stand with her. 

She's the living embodiment of the divine feminine and I can't ever seem to get over the fact that she's all mine. 

The music begins to play and I watch as her face lights up with excitement. She's seen this show over a few dozen times but she never fails to be just as excited as the first time she saw me walk on stage with a hickey on my neck that she'd put there moments before.

When it's my queue, I skip onto the stage and my ears nearly burst as the sound of people screaming over the music starts to fill the stadium. She's smiling, she's cheering, she's singing the words to every single song. She's so pretty and she's all I see.

When the show ends, I walk backstage to my dressing room. Normally I'd run into a car and get the Hell out of there before crowds of people start to fill up the streets to get home, but this time, Y/N was here and I knew how much anxiety she felt whenever we had to rush to be somewhere.

I walked in and accepted the compliments from my team after another successful show. Paris was a city I held close to me so it was always a fun time when we played.

I gulped down a glass of water and felt arms snake around my waist. I immediately grinned when I saw the lilac-painted nails that matched my very own. I feel her nuzzle her face into my back before I twist in her embrace and look into the eyes of the girl I love with everything in me.

"Hi baby," I whisper, stroking her cheek that still had glitter on it.

"Hi Harry," Y/N murmurs, her eyes tired but full of happiness.

"Y' okay?" I hold her, feeling her soft skin beneath my hand. She was so soft and cuddly.

"I'm okay." She smiles, lazily. "You did so good up there. I nearly cried,"

I laugh, "You always nearly cry."

"That's because I'm proud of you." She shrugs.

We sit on the couch and she straddles my lap, her skirt riding up and I nearly choke when I catch a glimpse of her lacy underwear. I put my hands on her thighs and squeeze them softly. "You excited for our trip tomorrow?" I asked, staring at her lips and suddenly feeling the temptation to kiss them. I did and she happily accepted.

We had a few days before the next show so we decided to head down to the South of France and spend a few days in Nice. We haven't been on a trip together in a while other than the tour locations so we made the most of the little time we had in between shows to spend as much time as we could together.

She nods, "I bought a new swimsuit just for the occasion."

I groan, my head falling back against the couch, "You kill me."

She giggles, "love you."

I immediately smile. "I love you too," I kiss her.

The morning after the show, we woke up early to make our flight down to Nice. Y/N whines the entire time because she's not a morning person and refuses to step one foot out of bed until I force her.

She sleeps on my chest the entire journey there, wearing an oversized hoodie with the hood up. "My whole heart is inside y'." I murmur as her cheek presses against my chest and makes her lips all pouty, light snores falling from them. I lightly push some of her baby hairs back from her face and trace my thumb over the soft skin of her cheek.

We arrive and head straight to our room at the hotel to drop our bags off before heading to the beach. Y/N immediately opens the doors to the balcony and gasps when she looks out at the view. "Harry, it's beautiful," Y/N says in awe.

I come up behind her and wrap my arms around her tummy, squeezing the softest part of her. I loved all the parts of her but her tummy was my absolute favourite. She always complained about it. How it stuck out when she wore tight clothing and even more so after eating. 'Harry I already have a tummy? Why punish me further by making it bigger after I eat? Seems unfair don't you think?'  I'd spend the whole journey home telling her how beautiful she looked and how I loved watching her enjoy the food she loves and then I'd hold her in bed and run circles on her little, bloated belly because I had made it my life's mission to show as much love to the little chub of a tummy she had.

I pull on my swim shorts and a white linen shirt, leaving the buttons undone. I pack my beach bag for our beach towels and my book as well as my film camera and sun lotion.

Y/N walks out of the bathroom. Her hair in loose curls from the heat and her face already sunkissed and pretty. My mouth falls open when I take in the small, blue bikini on her body, revealing her soft curves and every perfect inch of her.

"Do you like it?" She blushes, acting like she's not the hottest girl I've ever seen in my entire life.

It tied at her waist and around her neck, my immediate thought being how easy it would be to take it off her and spend the entire day in bed, making out or whatever. I honestly couldn't care less as long as she's there.

"Baby," I dropped the bag on the floor and made my way towards her, pinching her chin between my thumb and forefinger and tilting her head back so I could kiss her at the perfect angle.

She whines and the sound nearly has me dropping to my knees. "You're fucking unbelievable."

"You really think so?" She bites back a smile, "You don't think I need to hide my stretch marks?" My heart aches at how unsure she sounded, the fact she even had to ask made me want to pick her up and kiss each stretch mark on her body.

"No, my love," I shake my head, kissing the stretch marks at the top of her left breast and feeling her heart racing at the delicate touch. "You have absolutely nothing to hide from anybody. Y' beautiful and you're mine,"

She smiles and kisses me again.

We head down to the beach to the reserved sunbeds. Y/N lays out her towel and sits down to apply sun cream to her arms and legs. I help her do her back, massaging her shoulders and trying not to combust as she rolls her head to the side and moans at the feeling.

I literally have a crush on this woman.

And she's my fucking girlfriend.

What did I do to get this lucky in life?

"Let's go in the water baby," I held her hand and we walked to the water, stepping in together.

She wraps her arms and legs around me when we're deep enough in the water. I squeeze her ass and she gasps, swatting me gently. "What?" I look at her innocently.

"There's people watching." She hides her face in my neck and I turn us both around to catch sight of the paparazzi hiding behind the trees and snapping pictures of us.

I release a sigh and pull her face back to get a better look at her. If there was one thing that could make my girlfriend second guess herself, it was the paparazzi constantly posting her pictures online and allowing people to berate her for how she looked.

"Please don't let them ruin your day my love," I kiss her shoulder, still holding her in my arms. "I promise, you're the prettiest girl I've ever seen."

"You promise?" She pouts.

"Feel this," I reach for her hand and guide her to the small bit of chub on my hip.

She gasps, "You have chub too!"

I rolled my eyes but smiled at the same time, her excitement was adorable. "Everyone's got something they're insecure about. No matter how hard I've tried I can't seem to get rid of it, maybe it's from all the cakes you've been making but how am I meant to say no to such a pretty face?"

She squeals in delight when I pinch her sides and giggles as I press kisses to her face. "Wanna go and sunbathe for a little, baby?" She nods and we both walk out of the water so she can sit in the sun for a bit.

I spend more time in the water and come out to find Y/N verging on the brink of sleep. I smirk as I crawl between her legs and lay between her thighs, sighing softly as I turn my head away from the sun and press a kiss to her inner thigh. She reaches down and runs her fingers through my wet hair, her nails scratching my scalp.

After midday, I order food to be sent up to our room. Y/N's passed out on the sunbed so I gently shake her awake, "Hi baby," Her pretty eyes flutter open, "Need you to drink something darling, you've been in the sun for a while." She slowly sits up and rubs her eyes with the back of her hand. I unscrew the cap of the water bottle and pass it to her, watching as she almost drinks the whole thing.

"I got us room service to be delivered. Want to head back upstairs for a bit?" Her cheeks were red and her hair was all frizzy due to the humidity. She nodded and we packed our things up and made our way back to our hotel room.

Our food was already laid out on the balcony by the time we walked into the room. I had left the air conditioning on so the room was nice and cool since Y/N struggled to sleep when it was too hot and stuffy.

She was wearing my linen shirt over her bikini and I couldn't help but stare at her ass as I followed her to the table outside.

There was fruit, bread and pastries laid out on a spread at the table as well as a glass of red wine and some orange juice. Y/N sat on one of the chairs with one leg hitched up as she ate some of her baguette and cheese, her favourite snack to eat when we were in France.

"Are you having fun, my love?" I asked, taking a bite of fresh watermelon.

She nods quickly, "It's the best. Anytime with you is always the best,"

"Come sit here," I motion and move my chair out, patting my thigh. She doesn't hesitate and stands up to sit down on my lap.

I kissed the back of her neck and put one hand on her hip, my thumb traced the edge of the waistband of her bikini bottoms, slipping under the material to trail soft circles over her hip bones.

"I'm keeping you forever, I hope you know that," I murmur, appreciating this intimate moment between us which didn't happen as often as I liked them to but we made do.

"I hope so," She whispers.

I loved this girl for all she was. There is nothing in this world that could change just how much I adored her.

"Harry," She says my name, "This bikini is pretty easy to take off you know."

I choke, eyes widening and seeing the smirk on her face. I pick her up, her legs wrapping around me and her ankles locking behind my back. "Is that a challenge or a request?" I kiss her lips, tasting the saltiness of the sea on them.

"Both," She says in between kisses.

This girl. 

[shadowdaddies]

I don’t know if you do reqs based on songs but if you could do one based off of windowsill by zayn w/ Rhys? Just them like doing it on every available surface and him dirty talking and just 🥵. Love your work

um YES I love this, please send me more requests based on songs it's my fave 💜 (song link at the end of the post)

Windowsill

Rhys x Reader smut

warnings: smut below the cut, praise kink

The marble kitchen countertop was cold against your skin, elbows resting on the surface as you sipped the warm tea in your hands. The hot drink soothed your throat, but not your nerves, as you anxiously waited for your mate to return from meetings in Illyria. 

As if you conjured him from your thoughts, a familiar talon caressed your mental walls, Rhys’s voice purring through your mind. “I am almost home. I need you, now,” he practically growled, desire flowing through the bond so strongly it sent a shiver down your spine.

Gaze flicking to the window, you sat down the cup of tea as you moved to look out at the garden, arms rested on the windowsill as you waited for his arrival. 

Dark power rippled through the air, the feeling intoxicating as desire consumed you, heat building in your core. The ground shook, roaring like thunder as the most beautiful male you’d ever seen landed in the grass, violet eyes piercing through you. 

Breath caught in your lungs as Rhysand ran a hand through his dark hair, chest heaving as his gaze remained locked on you. Within a moment, he disappeared into shadow, darkness consuming him before you sensed his presence behind you.

A chill ran through your body, breathless as you clenched around nothing at the intoxicating scent of your mate and his arousal from behind. You dared to peek over a shoulder, tension in the air growing thick as he flicked his tongue across his bottom lip, eyeing you as though you were his last meal.

“I’ve been aching to be inside of you all day,” he murmured in an almost painful tone as hands clenched at his sides. Your own eyes darkened, face heating under his stare as you struggled for words.

“Take me, Rhys, please,” you pleaded, barely above a whisper as he strode towards you with confident steps, warm hands wrapping around your thighs as he lifted you against the window.

Legs wrapping instinctively around him, you gasped at the feeling of Rhys’s hard length straining against his pants, pressed against your core. A hand gripped your chin, tilting your lips to his as his tongue slipped through your teeth, flicking the roof of your mouth in tandem with his hips grinding against you.

You moaned, mind dizzying with need as you massaged Rhys’s tongue with your own, rolling your hips against his. “Please,” you begged. “Please, Rhys. More.”

A wicked grin spread across his lips, both of your clothes vanishing in an instant. The warmth of his chest against your sensitive nipples, his cock brushing your folds, nearly sent you over the edge. 

Lips parting in pleasure, you looked up at your mate, whose dark gaze was fixed upon you, pure male satisfaction as he memorized your reaction.

A hand swept between you, Rhys’s long fingers lightly rubbing your clit as you arched against him, gasping as you lost control of your body. Incoherent babbles left your lips as you pleaded for more, desperate to have him inside of you. 

A dark chuckle brushed against your skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake. “Soon enough, darling,” Rhys promised, his fingers toying with your pussy as lips sucked and licked marks down your neck.

A frustrated whine escaped you, arms clutching Rhys’s shoulders as you wound against him. “No, I need you now,” you breathed, eyes frantic with desire. Rhys looked to you, nodding with understanding as he lined himself up at your entrance. “Don’t hold back, please,” you begged.

No sooner had the words left your lips than Rhys thrust deep inside of you, buried to the hilt. The two of you moan in unison, lewd sounds echoing through your home as his hips withdrew. Breathy gasps, the sound of your slick pussy rubbing against his cock all that were heard as he began pounding into you. "Fuck, you look incredible, darling," he muttered.

Nails scraped down his back, your head fallen against the window as he thrust relentlessly. You couldn’t form a thought as he hit that perfect spot inside of you with each thrust, his pace brutal while you held on desperately.

“Perfect. All mine,” Rhys ground out, sweat beading on his forehead as his hips met yours in a beautiful rhythm. A crack sounded from behind you, unknown to you through the rush of pleasure you were feeling. Rhys looked up at the crack you’d splintered in the window, a cocky grin on his lips as he lifted you away from the surface.

“Rhys!” you shouted, the sound melding into a moan as he settled inside of you, buried deep while he moved further into the kitchen. He laid you out on the kitchen counter, admiring your hair splayed out beneath you, nipples hard with arousal as you looked up at him with glazed eyes.

“You are everything,” he murmured, hands wrapping around your waist as he lifted your legs over his shoulders, somehow filling you up further as he rocked against you. The cold countertop sent shivers down your spine, pussy clenching around Rhys’s warm length.

His thumb found your clit, your eyes widening in shock as you convulsed against his touch, breathy moans escaping you as he pulled you to your orgasm. With shaky legs, you caught your breath, searching Rhys’s gaze as his eyes lit in a euphoric delight, his cock twitching inside of you as his warmth spread.

The two of you lay there panting for a moment, a soft smile finding its way to your lips as you looked up at your mate in admiration. “I missed you, so much,” you murmured, fingers lightly stroking his sharp jawline.

Rhys pulled your hand from his face, pressing a kiss to your palm as he smiled at you. “I missed you more. And I’m not done with you, yet,” he growled, winking at you as he picked you up bridal style and carried you to your bed.

[hoonvrs]

ROUND AND AROUND — n. riki

req for 1k event!

PROMPT  [ two, 9 ] picking you up and twirling you when they’re excited 

PAIRING riki x gnr

GENRE est. relationship, fluff

WARNINGS none

W. COUNT 0.6k

S. NOTE last but not least my baby riki. this is the last req from my event ( long overdue ik but shhh ) but I tried to make it a little special for my special boy and i genuinely had fun writing this so hopefully it’s good <3

also the title being one of my fave songs ever. jo yuri u will be punished for making it so so short

the sounds of machines beeping and other teenagers screaming rang through your ears as you walked through the arcade hand-in hand with riki. walking past all the friends playing with the claw machines before you pulled him back towards one that caught your eyes.

“oh my god, how cute!” you said, digging through your pocket to ply one round before you felt riki push you away to take your place.

you see him slot in a coin as he bends down a little to grab the joystick, posture relaxed “i’m an expert, watch me get it on the first try for you.”

fast forward, it’s been over half an hour and still no plushie in sight. your competitive boyfriend refuses to give up after many failed attempts, something about not letting a stupid machine hurt his ‘manly’ pride. he was hunched over the control keys, knees bent, as he followed the claw using his whole upper body.

after another fail you begin to tug at the bottom of his shirt, “come on, babe. we all know they’re rigged, and you’ve already spent too much on it.”

you see him huff under his breath, annoyance starting to show through his face still adamant on winning. suddenly shooting up straight, startling you as he whips his head towards you. If there was a lightbulb above his head, it would’ve turned on, “hug me.”

“what?” you looked at him confused, seeing him looking completely serious.

“hug me, you’re my lucky charm,” he grabbed your arms, encouraging you to wrap around his waist, and how could you say no after all the effort — and money — he has used to discourage him now? so, slowly wrapping your arms around him wasn’t the problem, but the awkward situation it left you in with him slightly bending into you.

trying to ignore the questioning glances thrown your way by people just trying to walk past you two as riki goes back into focus with a deep breath.

you couldn’t see much of what was going on, having your view obstructed by your boyfriend's huge back until you start to feel him shake. he turned around so quickly you barely had time to register before you suddenly felt your feet leave the ground.

rikis excited about winning the plushie after god knows how much time and money manifested in him lifting you and spinning you both, “i knew you were my lucky charm!”

leaving no room for you to respond, he quickly places you down as he turns to retrieve the plushie, an almost jarring yellow duck with pink round cheeks and a puffy beak. presenting it to you like a cat would when leaving a dead bird at your doorstep, all pridefully accompanied by the biggest box smile on display.

“here you go, bae. why’d you pick this duck anyway?” he asked, the adrenaline of finally winning evidently still hadn’t worn off yet. you slowly raised the plushie to be beside rikis head, now having two ducks facing you.

you could see the gears turning in his head, but no dots were connecting as he slightly tilted his head with a pout on his lips. you could swear he was trying to copy the duck if you hadn’t known him well enough.

“no reason, just cute.”

shrugging in response, as he grabs your hand to pull you towards another game that wouldn’t suck your pockets dry. looking down to see the duck snug between your forearm and chest and looking up to see the boy you love who looked almost identical.

but of course, one of them is way cuter.

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[ghosts-bandwagon]

did i hear konig... can you do an unrequited love with konig. maybe the reader already has a partner (ghost? soapy? someone else?) and konig wishing it was him getting to be with the reader instead... i love watching my faves suffer.

I love your mind anon 🤩 (for maximum effect, I recommend listening to this song- it’s the one I was using to write this 😭)

It’s not often that KorTac and the 141 work together, but the handful of times that it happened were always a treat. Despite everyone else’s complaints. You always managed to make it an enjoyable experience, you’d wind up acting as a mediator between the two teams, even though no one asked you to. You’d always be the first one to step in between König and Ghost when they’d start to let their differences get the better of them. It was amazing watching you stand in between the two mountains, gently shoving both of them away from one another. Despite being a lower rank than him, your presence commanded as much respect as Ghost’s.

It’s part of what made König gravitate towards you, so whenever your teams would work together he’d start to interact with you only. Even though your jobs were demanding, taxing, and draining on the best days, you still found a way to laugh it off. And god your laugh was the most beautiful thing he’d ever heard, like wind chimes on a soft breezy summer day, it brought him so much peace to hear you. You were so kind and openly loving of your team. When Soap and Ghost came back from a rough mission, you took them both in your arms. Soap returned the embrace with eyes shut and full of emotion, Ghost patted your back and pulled away. You didn’t care, you were just grateful to have them back.

And then you turned to König after Soap shuffled off to his room, you walked up to him and rubbed his arm, hesitant to embrace him, unsure of his comfort levels. He leaned into your touch and you took it as permission, so you got on your toes and wrapped your arms around him. He leaned down and snaked his own around your smaller form, committing to memory the way you fit against him.

“Forget it. Keep pressing on.” You murmured in his ear, he squeezed you a little tighter and took a deep breath, the scent of your shampoo embedding deep in his mind. He straightened up, and wondered how someone who saw the same carnage as he did could still be so good.

“Thank you, schatz.” His voice felt like wind blowing through a crack, he was winded but in the best ways. You smiled softly at him and rubbed his arm one more time before pulling away and walking in the direction of your lieutenant. Every time he’s seen you and interacted with you, he falls deeper and deeper down the hole, he’s in the palm of your hand and he wonders if you’re even aware.

It’s when he’s on his way to the showers that he heard it. Soft voices filtering through a crack in the door, and one that sounded an awful lot like yours. He loved everything about you and anything to do with you, so naturally he looked through the crack and sure enough he saw you and Ghost.

“I can’t have you out there.” He argued,

“It’s not up to you, Simon, how the hell am I supposed to do my job if you’re going to be freaking out anytime we’re on the field together?” You were sat at his desk, legs swinging as you watched him pace back and forth,

Simon?

“Fuck. I know.” His head dropped, his hand coming up to pinch the bridge of his nose. König watched as you walked towards him, your hands coming up to his chest, slowly sliding under the fabric of his balaclava,

“I need you to trust me, Si.” Your voice was low, your fingers gently moving the fabric up and over his mouth, resting it at the bridge of his nose. König couldn’t see the exposed skin on account of you blocking his view,

Wait.

“It’s not you I don’t trust, you know that.” He sighed, his hands rested on your hips, holding you against him, “I can’t promise I’ll keep you safe.”

Hold on.

“Well I trust you. Besides, I’ll be with König. I trust him.” You reasoned, Ghost rested his forehead against yours,

“Just be careful, love, please. For me.” He begged, his voice desperate and sad.

“Always.” You were so gentle, just as you always were.

And you did the unthinkable. You leaned up on your toes, just like you had when you hugged König not too long ago, and pressed your lips against his. König felt sick. He wanted to scream but he knew better. He quietly stepped away, feeling like he was stuck in place, struck by lightning and frozen with ice. His blood ran impossibly cold. He tasted iron in his mouth before he realized he bit a hole through his lower lip.

He never stood a chance, did he? He walked numbly towards the showers, the scene playing in his mind over and over again. And as he stood under the spray of cold water, he could only imagine the softness of your touch, the tips of your fingers gliding along Ghost’s cheek as you moved his mask away from his face, the warmth of you as you pressed yourself against him.

And then it all made sense. When you’d stand in between them, you’d always lean against Ghost just a little more. Your eyes always found his as soon as he entered the vicinity, and they always held a certain glimmer in them when Ghost would return your stare. It would probably explain why you so especially attuned to him, always aware of him and his quiet presence.

As his head hung in the shower, cold water suddenly not feeling cold enough, his heart broke in his chest. He felt bile rising up to his throat, he wanted to punch and kick and scream and beat the ever loving fuck out of Ghost. But then he’d lose you forever if he did. He’d just have to settle for your friendly embrace and the fact that you trusted him enough to look out for you. It would have to be enough, even if it never could.

[hobie-enthusiast]

LOVE MY LOVE !

— hobie brown x gn!reader + specified reader hcs

— tons of fluff, hobie being ur bf hcs, mentions of injury and blood, petnames, hobie being so hopelessly in love, specific hcs at the end for transmasc, cultural, and dyed hair reader, plus one for bad parents

— some classic hcs for hobie being in a relationship with you

— i have a small section on hobie’s hair, so if any info about his wicks is wrong, pls feel free to correct me! also the last 4 hcs are “if you are/have” kind of scenarios but everything before that is for everyone!

— starting off strong he definitely writes songs about you. he keeps his whole punk scene with his band, but these songs are written to himself. he keeps them in a notebook, with random lyrics scribbled in and chords to match them. his songwriting process is messier than most, so sometimes you can barely understand the order of the music or how it sounds. but this works in his favour; because then he’ll play it for you, gauging for your reaction and maybe that embarrassment you may show when he pours out his feelings.

— i mentioned this one in two fics before but i will do it again; he’s so for matching stickers and pins. both of your interests are smacked on his clothes, guitar, and whatever you chose to sport them on. he doesn’t care if they clash with his “punk persona”, after all, being punk means not conforming to societal expectations. so yeah matching stuff is definitely a thing for him. he’ll also match bracelets and rings with you if you’re down for that

— he is such a petnames person. his faves to use on you are sweetheart, darling, love, when it comes to the standard ones (with those he varies between throwing in a “my” in front of it and not just depends). he also likes referring to you as his “partner in crime” and “his/my star” (since he insists he doesn’t like labels ofc). he would also really like if you use petnames on him, or even a nickname. if you ever call him using “hobie”, he knows you’re upset and will fix things. now, if you call him “hobart”.. he’s running.

— okay please please hear me out on this; he’s such a flower boy. loves getting and giving flowers. picking them while he’s out swinging just to bring them back to you is one of his main love languages. and he loves receiving them back. please give him flowers please. surprise him with them. put them in his hair. FLOWER CROWNS TOO FLOWER CROWNS! he just loves flowers, all kinds of flowers.

— his love language is physical touch and words of affirmation. he loves being in contact with you. hobie loves holding your hand, putting his hand on the small of your back, or patting your head. but his all time favourite? intertwining fingers. he loves the small and intimate feeling it provides, as well as comfort. hobie will praise you a ton. always congratulating you, telling you how amazing you are, that sort of thing

— hobie is very protective of the things he loves, including you. he would never take it lightly if say one of his enemies threatened him with you. he tries his best to keep you out of his spider-man work, but sometimes that just doesn’t happen. but trust, he will pull out all the stops to protect you. if you’re threatened, he’s with you 24/7, eyes always watching for the enemy who had the audacity to say they were going to hurt you

— he’s actually so smitten about you it’s insane. will never stop talking about you and how you make him feel. he loves it. loves seeing the way his friends roll their eyes whenever he says “s’ [Name] said-”. everyone who knows him knows he’s crazy about you. there was a time where he felt so alone in his life, but now that he has you, he remembers he isn’t alone. he remembers what he’s fighting for after your pep-talks to him whenever he feels down. you’re his pick-me-up, so ofc he’s gonna brag about you to his friends.

— hobie hates making you his “guy-in-the-chair.” ofc he’s hella grateful for you helping and supporting his cause, fighting for what’s right. but, one of the parts of that is fixing him up when he’s hurt. he hates seeing your face so worried when he swings into your window, blood pooling at his side as you grab a first aid kit. hobie never wants you to worry, he feels terribly bad about it. but he forever appreciates how you always help him, always welcome him home, always manage to make him feel better

— hobie brown said it himself; he is not a morning person. he gets up everyday like after 10, and so he likes to have you in bed when he wakes up. on the weekends, he’ll beg you to stay in bed and sleep more, holding your body close to him and coaxing you with soft neck kisses and raspy whispers (his morning voice btw its gotta be- oh my god). on the days he does manage to keep you to himself, he wakes up in a better mood with a small pep in his step a good amount of the day

— okay so his hair. he’s very very picky on who touches his hair. i wanna say that he would trust you to touch it, but it would take a while. the way hobie grew up and has ideals that makes it kinda hard to trust people. so it truly does take a while. but once he starts trusting you, he realizes how much he loves when you take care of his hair. he loves feeling your fingers mess with his wicks, combing at his scalp. i wrote a whole fic about this but he also loves when you decorate his hair, especially flowers (fic found here!). and once he truly trusts you, he’ll ask for your help when he washes his hair, since it could be time consuming.

— okay so politics and ideals; it’s very important to hobie you hold the same beliefs as him. i really can’t see him with someone who won’t fight and protest like he does tbh. because he needs that support. sometimes things like that just don’t go right, so he wants his partner there next to him to help him fight for what’s right and what they deserve. this is really important to him, hence why i just can’t see him with someone who won’t support him like that. so yea definitely gotta agree like that, and fight for the cause with him

— THIS ONES FOR ALL MY FELLOW TRANS BOYS ive been needing some of this. okay he takes no shit from anyone about your identity or his own. he’s very supportive of you and anything you need. no surgery and no t? he’ll help you bind and assures you you don’t have to conform to any trans agenda anyone sets for you. if you got surgery, he’s constantly helping you, making sure you take care of yourself afterwards. his favourite affirmations are “you’re so handsome.” and “you’re my pre’ty boy, y’know that?” god he’s so-

— now this one is for all my fellow cultural people. he would love to be taught all about your culture. make the food for him. show him the traditional clothing. tell him the history. he wants to know it all! hobie fights everyday for minorities who aren’t heard, and he always wants to know more about who he’s fighting for. he genuinely finds this stuff interesting, especially considering the different types of people he met during his youth. so please, immerse him in that side of you! he’s all ears!

— here’s one for my homies with bad parents (we matchin fr i see you). oh man hobie will not let your parents treat you like that, ever. if he sees them, it’s not good for them. he’s going to ensure you know that you never deserved that treatment from your own parents. he reminds you that you deserve love and affection, and he will be the one to give that to you. he’s very good at helping you through anything you need, with affirmations and his physical presence, he will always remind you that you are safe and that your parents truly are a joke

— this one for all my fellow dyed hair besties. hobie is so down to help you dye your hair 1000%. get the supplies and invite him over and he’s going go help you out. and trust, he knows what he’s doing. i feel like hobie definitely experimented with his own hair in the past, which includes having crazy colours. so he’s got your back, and will also recommend any colour he thinks is gonna look absolutely sick on you

[bookishdreamer28]

₊˚⊹ Only in his arms

Gojo x fem reader

Summary: You're in love with your best friend Satoru, and you've been thinking about to confess to him, but you're not sure if you're really ready to tell him. But something happens, that changed your plans entirely.

Genre: Fluff, very fluffy

Warning: This is very tooth rooting :3

Note: This my first attempt to write a fanfic (one shot) so if this one goes welll, I might write mooore! Hope you'll like it ^^

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There are times like these, where I wish I could stay in this moment forever. And I'm talking about times, where me and Satoru are just, together. Every time I'm with him, I feel I'm the happiest I've ever been. I know it sounds very cheesy and all, but I'm head over heels for this man and I haven't had the courage to say anything. The only I've been dping since I realized I had feelings for him, was to keep them all to myself.

Right now, me and Satoru were heading to his house to watch a movie or something, after a long day of training. Since we left training, I've been thinking of ways to confess my feelings to him, but I can't utter. a. word. However, today I'll pick up the courage and tell him how I feel. I can't pretend anymore. I felt Toru's fingers intertwined with mine, and I felt like I was about to explode. I turned my head towards him and gave him a small smile. Toru smiled too and brought my hand close to his mouth and kissed it. And the butterflies in my stomach were back.

'What's up with you petal? I can tell there's something occupying your mind and you have this distant look on your face all the time. Is something bothering yo- OR IS IT SOMEONE? Tell me right now who bothered my girl and I'll go give them a piece of my mind right n-'

'Satoru everything's ok' I said giggling and brushed my shoulder with his. I rested my head on his shoulder and his arm was wrapped gently around my shoulders. The feeling of his arms around me was incomparable. I felt this way every time I was in his arms.

'Don't need to overreact Toru. I'm just thinking about training and the curses. That's all.' I started playing with his hair. His soft, white hair. Everything about him is perfect.

Satoru this whole time, was looking at me with narrowing eyes. His hands wrapped around my waist and started rubbing my sides, which is something that gave me goosebumps. 'Petal, whatever it is that concerns you, I want to know. Give all your burdens to me. I don't want you to look sad and troubled.' He said and connected his forehead with mine. And now, I'm pretty sure my heart stopped. He so precious HELP ME.

'I promise you that I'm fine. And, same goes for you. I'll always be there to fight whatever makes you have this-adorable must say-frown on your face. Now, let's save some honey for later, and head home kay boy?' Satoru's smiley face made me chuckle.

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We were now chilling in Satoru's room, specifically on his bed, while talking about anything that came to our mind at that moment. I was lying down with him, my head on his chest and his fingers brushing my hair, and our fave songs playing in background. That was all I needed. But truth is, I wanted more. Wanted Us, to be more. I could feel Toru's stare on me, and I turned my head to look at him.

And once I did, I felt my heart beating fast. Again.

Our faces were so close, and I know this is not the first time we have come This close but...this felt different. The atmosphere was different. And the look he gave me, was different too.

'Toru...I want to tell you something.' My voice low, my lips just a breath away from his, his hands on my waist, fingers rubbing soft circles on my skin there. Oh man, this is too much. 'Yeah, petal?' His voice almost a whisper. He lowered his head and my heart started pumping even faster. Is it hot in here? Is he hot? Am I hot? I need to keep it together and finally confess to him or else I'll run out of this room and go to a galaxy far FAR AWAY.

I inhaled and felt myself relaxing. A little. 'Toru, I-'

'I love you.'

'.....what?'

'I love you. So much.'

' •.•'

'Uuuuh I've been in love with you for soooo long and every time we're together I feel like it's just you and me in this world, and I know this sounds very cheesy and all, but I can't keep these feelings to myself anymore or else I'll los-' before he could finish, I grabbed his face and kissed him. Yeah. Kissed him. Me and Toru. Kissing.

Satoru's eyes were so wide, they looked like they were about to pop out of his head, but then I felt him relaxing and whimpered once he brought my body closer to him. This kiss meant so much more than just it’s base. It held passion and grace like very few had held before. Toru'shands left my waist and slowly traveled over me. Exploring and teasing. Once his lips left mine, I couldn't help myself but want more. And I could tell Toru felt the same way. His pupils were dilated and his nostrils flared.

Our heavy breathing was the only sound in the room now. I couldn't even hear the music playing anymore. His hand went to my face and rubbed my cheek softly, while he brought his face close to mine for once again. 'Is this real? Is this actually happening?' He asked with a trembling voice. 'I should be the one asking this' I laughed and Toru smiled brightly when he heard the sound. 'I'm so in love with you too, my Toru' I whispered. He exhaled a shaking breath and hugged me close to bis body again and kissed my forehead. His warmth engulfed me instantly and I closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling. 'Oh, are you sleepy pretty baby?' Toru murmured and rubbed my head in soft movements. 'Hhmm a little. I feel so cozy and warm in your arms.' I sighed and felt Toru's chest moving when he chuckled. 'Yeaaah, I know I give the best hugs. And these are only for you princess.' He cooed and tapped my nose with his finger, his face wearing a proud smile.

'Can't argue with that but please, save your cockiness for the another day bae. I have plenty of it already.' I snickered and nuzzled my face in his neck. Toru laughed loudly and kissed me once more. Our palms were pressed together and Toru completed the hold, interlocking our fingers tightly, symbolising us as two halves of the same whole. Yes I'm a hopeless romantic. His lips touching sofly mine, was the last thing I felt before I drifted to sleep.

I have never felt this way before. So relaxed and peaceful. And I was feeling like this, only in his arms.

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That sounded way better in my head, but I think it's good for a first time writing something. Anyways, I hope you'll enjoy reading this one <33

all rights reserved. please do not copy, modify, repost, translate, or claim my content as yours.

[ryuichirou]

Replies

A couple of replies about other fandoms, then a couple of replies about twst boys (including one about them loving hands).

Anonymous asked:

as someone who found you through twst i was EXTREMELY surprised and pleased to see your marchen art since sound horizon is still a bit of an obscure thing, esp compared to all the linked horizon stuff. do you have a fav song from the album or their discography in general?

Anon! I am so excited to hear from someone who also knows about Sound Horizon <3 Yes, we love it very much! We haven’t listened to their newer stuff properly, and by “newer” I mean anything that came out after Marchen lol so not that new, but I do remember Marchen (+Ido) coming out and how overwhelmingly amazing it was. It still is, to be fair; I’d say this is my favourite album. I also REALLY love Moira and Elysion.

There are a lot of songs that I love (from Roman and other albums as well), but if I had to pick one from each of my 3 favourite albums, I’d say it’s Yoiyami no Uta, Shiseru Eiyūtachi no Tatakai and Ark.

I don’t listen to Linked Horizon stuff all that much, but I adore everything that Revo wrote for Shingeki. Akatsuki no Requiem is probably my favourite from these songs… and Sasageyo, of course.

The majority of my SanHora art is so old, I’m sorry you had to look at it lol One day I’ll draw all of our faves again…

Anonymous asked:

Yooo! Black butler throw back!? The nostalgia! In ref to ur recent black butler art

Yeah, we post Black Butler art pretty often! Funny enough, even though we watched it ages and ages ago and rewatched it several times, it took all those years for us to finally appreciate it lol So now we love it a lot. And I draw it quite often…

blackbutlerfandomnerddomain asked:

I'm sorry did I see W.I.T.C.H. on your fandom list?? Do I sense some good angsty toxic yaoi Phobos from you by chance-

In theory, yeah lol I think Cedric/Phobos was my first ever ship. I would love to draw them at some point, but that probably won’t happen anytime soon.

Anonymous asked:

I sent a link to a translated clip from chapter 7 without realizing you haven’t gotten there yet! I’m so sorry and please don’t click if you don’t want spoilers!

It’s okay! Well, unfortunately, one of us already looked at it oops, but it’s obvious that you didn’t mean it, so don’t worry.

We appreciate your apology and warning <3

fate-muse-club-house asked:

Jamil got to look sexy enough and Kalim will buy him anything he wants

Fact. And Jamil doesn’t even have to do anything – he is sexy enough just normally…

Anonymous asked:

QUESTION!

Do you think any of the twst boys would have a liking/kink of some sort for hands?

Also, I love how you draw Jamil and Kalim.

:)

Thank you, Anon <3

Let’s see… Rook is absolutely the one, he pays attention to hands all the time. He doesn’t like being touched, but loves grabbing hands and caressing his own face with someone else’s hands…

Vil probably has a very specific type of hands that he loves. Manly, but not overly masculine, but strong, but very tidy and elegant? Super specific.

Trey has a thing for tiny hands. They make him physically weak when he looks at them.

Cater also loves hands, and he probably takes pictures of his own hands a lot. He does it just for fun and for the aesthetics of it. Azul adores his own hands. He also thinks Idia’s are prettier than he thought they’d be…

Idia loves either cute and tiny ones or big and masculine ones, and he is in denial about both.

Sebek is also a big lover of hands, but he didn’t figure it out quite yet.

Anonymous asked:

Imagine Idia having a waifu body pillow and whoever he’s with is jealous of it.

Oh they would get jealous 😭 All of them. Even Azul who would at first think that he is above this, and that this is just one of Idia’s million otaku quirks, would get unexpectedly annoyed whenever Idia would hug this thing or even have it on his bed.

Lilia would yeet it from the bed lol it’s his bed! Maybe he’ll get Idia a new daki, the one of Lilia himself doing a cute pose in a cosplay <3 Idia would get uncomfortable and complain about Lilia acting out of character…

Ortho wouldn’t mind it though. If he’s making a scene, it’s intentional! He knows that Idia just uses this anime girl for comfort and that she isn’t as cute as him.

[veliseraptor]

I don't know if you're still doing this but top 5 musicians?

i can still be doing it, for sure. honestly i can still be doing top fives whenever, they're fun for me

Vienna Teng. my OTM (one true musician), queen of my musical heart, comfort artist I always come back to. I think Spotify told me I was in the top less than 1% of listeners last year? and that's been true the last several years running. I'm so excited for the new music this year that was promised to me. or if it doesn't happen this year I'll be excited for it next year, or whenever it happens, I don't even care. would try to pick a favorite song but honestly I don't know that I could

ThouShaltNot. I tripped over this one because of @shorelle back in my livejournal days and they've been a mainstay of my listening rotation ever since. I love their lyrics and their sound both. very different from most of the others on this list but still a fave, for sure. favorite song is probably "We Could Have Flown Like Pollen" though it's a toss up between a lot of them on that album.

The Crane Wives. I found these guys through "Tongues and Teeth" which is a #shipping aesthetic song and then learned that I just really like the rest of their music also. "Tongues and Teeth" probably remains my favorite of theirs but I also have a big soft spot for "The Hand That Feeds."

Delta Rae. another more recent discovery where I just really like their general sound/style. I think my favorite is "Chasing Twisters" but I also really like "Forgive the Children We Once Were."

Within Temptation. this spot was a bit of a toss up between them, Nightwish, and Blind Guardian (mostly for Nightfall on Middle Earth, lbr), but ultimately I landed on Within Temptation. bonus points for giving me hella nostalgia for a very specific period in my life. this is another one where my favorite song is a serious open question, but I am deeply attached to the entire The Silent Force album.

[dorkyji]

nct dream as taylor swift songs

authors note - not to be dramatic but taylor swift literally holds my heart in her hands (as do all of nct) . THIS IS NOT PROOFREAD so please do not come for me. I don’t think there are any warnings unless you’re a Taylor hater (haters gonna hate) so yeah ENJOY!!

MARK LEE - You Belong With Me

“I’m the one who makes you laugh, when you know you’re boutta’ cry”

Mark just feels like such a familiar person (I’m not delusional)

And I cannot think of anyone who wouldn’t know this song

IS HE NOT THE EPITOME OF CHILDHOOD BEST FRIENDS TO LOVERS???

He’s just such a comfort to so many people

Thats it. That’s the reason.

HUANG RENJUN - Delicate

“Long night with your hands up in my hair, echoes of your footsteps on the stairs, stay here honey I don’t wanna share.”

He’s just really HJHJDHDJWJDHFHJSDKJSHU

He makes me hyperventilate

Im trying to think of a valid reason why this song is actually him but nothing is coming to me

Delicate just feels Renjun-y??

Our boy is a reputation girly everybody sit down I know this man sings Dancing with our Hands Tied in front of the mirror.

JENO LEE - Miss Americana and the Heartbreak Prince

“Leave with my head hung, you are the only one, who seems to care”

I can’t I actually cannot

Hes actually the most beautiful amazing sexy cute gorgeous man I have ever seen in my life??

I had to fight myself so hard between this song and Dress because 😩😩😩😩😩

Hes just so soft?

And then the next minute he has no shirt on?

I just can’t I’m sorry let’s move on

LEE DONGHYUCK - So It Goess

“And all the pieces fall, right into place, caught up in the moment, lipstick on your face”

He’s very cheeky if you know what I mean

This song, funnily enough, is also very cheeky.

No further explanation necessary

NA JAEMIN - Call It What You Want

“Starry eyes sparking up my darkest night”

He’s so boyfriend.

Very lovey dovey, very smooooooooth, very comforting (the song AND Jaemin)

HIS FUTURE PARTNER IS A LUCKY ONE THATS ALL

ZHONG CHENLE - Our Song

“And when I got home, before I said Amen, asking God if he, could play it again”

I’ll be damned if this fella doesn’t listen to country music

This song is so first lovey

AND WHOLESOME

idk

I want to be his mate (not like in an alpha sense chill in like a friend way)

PARK JISUNG - How You Get The Girl

“Remind me how it used to be, with pictures in frames, of kisses on cheeks.”

POV - I’m the girl so he’s already got the girl

Mummy I love him

My fave Taylor song for my fave member only sounds right?

MY COMFORT SONG FOR MY COMFORT PERSON ONLY SOUNDS RIGHT?!?!

okie dokes.

[herejusttosufferalong]

You want to know the actual perfect song for Lukola? I Can't Ever Get Enough Of You Darren Hayes

Well I know that I have only ever held your hand But just one touch is more than enough to understand There's a master plan And although I know I don't believe in destiny Maybe it found me

Now my world is filled with so many things But nothing compares to the touch of your skin There's a symphony And a melody that plays whenever you're around I think I've been found

I can see the sun And I can feel the rain I can hear the wind call your name I can feel your love But there's one thing I can't do I can't ever get enough of you

Now I know that in the past I've been much too keen But your eyes are the kindest that I've ever seen I guess there are some things you just know There's a voice inside telling me to hold on And never let you go

There's a tune that plays It's a sacred sound It's a symphony I hear whenever you're around Now my world is filled With a whisper of love and a promise of tomorrow

I can see the sun And I can feel the rain I can hear the wind call your name I can feel your love But there's one thing I can't do I can't ever get enough of you

'Cause when we make love I lose track of time I can't count all the colors I see in your eyes And while your heart beats in mine, it's true I can't ever get enough of you

Now my world is filled with so many things But nothing compares to the touch of your skin There's a symphony And a melody that plays whenever you're around I think I've been found

I can see the sun And I can feel the rain I can hear the wind call your name I can feel your love But there's one thing I can't do I can't ever get enough of you

I can see the sun And I can feel the rain I can hear the windcall your name I can feel your love But there's one thing I can't do I can't ever get enough of you

I can't ever get enough of you I can't ever get enough of you I can't ever get enough of you I can't ever get enough of you I can't ever get enough of you I can't ever get enough of you

Ooh I like this one

This song is a fave for them as well

[mountain-in-springtime]

all i ask (a sequel to lying eyes)

pairing: jake kiskza x reader, josh kiskza x reader | word count: 2.7k | warnings: kissing, cursing, p in v sex (pls practice safe sex!!!) | my masterlist | link to part one of this fic (lying eyes)

summary: you make the hardest decision of your life and bid your lover a proper goodbye

author's note: okay hiiii everybody!!! i'm here with a part two of lying eyes, which is probably my favorite fic i've ever written. i'm not sure if this one is as good as the first, but i really do love it. soft and sad shit like this is my fave!! also this isn't proofread (what fics of mine are tbh), and it's based on the song all i ask by adele, which i'll link below.

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Your bathroom was always too cold. The tiles that pressed against your bare legs were a harsh, uninviting white, and they were icy enough to make you shudder with every movement of your body. You tried to will yourself to remain still as sobs wracked through your body, making you tremble and shake as your eyes screwed shut and your hand clamped against your mouth in an attempt to silence your cries. Your hand gripped your phone so tightly you couldn’t fathom how it didn’t shatter into a million little pieces. Each ring brought a strange mix of relief and dread. You prayed he never answered the phone, but you desperately needed him to. Just when you had decided that it was one ring too many and moved your thumb to hover over the ‘end call’ button, you heard an all-too-familiar voice.

“Hello?” 

Your heart fell to your stomach.

“Jake?” you answered weakly.

You should’ve known that he would notice the tremble in your voice. “What’s wrong?” His concern was as unmasked as ever. He never hid from you. It seemed you had done enough hiding for the both of you. For the three of you, you remind yourself bitterly. 

“I just… I can’t do this, Jake,” you confessed, prompting a new wave of quiet sobs to pour from you. Your hand found its way back to your mouth, and your teeth sunk into your palm and the taste of copper washed over your tongue. It hurt like a bitch, but you couldn’t afford to be heard. Not yet. 

Upon hearing your muffled cries, your lover gently cooed to you. “Hey, hey, baby. It’s alright. I’m listening. I’m here,” he soothed, “What can’t you do anymore, love?” 

You stayed silent for a long while, forcing yourself to steady your breath and find your words before speaking again. “I can’t be away from you. I- I thought that I could do this. That I could go back to him and love him and be everything I was supposed to be, but… fuck, Jake, I just can’t. I can’t lie to him or myself anymore.” Your thoughts poured out of you in one long, pathetic stream of consciousness. 

You heard a long sigh from the other line before Jake gave an answer you never expected: “He loves you.” 

“So do you,” you countered, too broken to ignore what was so glaringly obvious. It was the reason you called, and you both knew it. 

“I know,” was all he said in reply. 

“I love you, too,” you continued. The words stung with every syllable, but they were the truth all the same. 

He only repeated himself. “I know.” 

You felt your patience wear thin as you finally snapped. “Then what should I do? I don’t love him anymore. Not the way I did, at least. I don’t think I can anymore.” 

“I don’t want him to be hurt,” Jake sighed. His resigned voice sounded harsh and metallic as it echoed through your small bathroom. For a moment you thought that he was different, that this wasn’t the same man who held you all those nights and loved you so sweetly, but you knew that wasn’t the truth. You had felt the depth of Jake’s love, and you would be a fool to think that he’d regulate that affection to only one person. He cared for his brother just as strongly as he cared for you and probably stronger than you had ever cared for Josh. 

You wanted to scream at him. You wanted so badly to be angry and lash out, ask him why he didn’t want you anymore, but you knew that doing so would solve nothing and only drive old wounds deeper. Instead, you spoke evenly, trying desperately to make him understand. “Jake, if I stay with him any longer, he’s going to be hurt even more. You know that.”

The line went silent for a long time before he finally answered. “I know. I just… I wish things were different. I wish you had met me first. Things would’ve been so different.”

You nodded silently as if you had forgotten that he wasn’t in the room with you. Your head filled with images of shared beds, wedding bands, and the laughter of children with familiar sets of brown eyes. It was what you should’ve had, what you would’ve had if the timing hadn’t been so cruel. It was then as you mourned the life you never had that you made your final decision. 

“I’m going to leave him, Jake,” you confessed through the tears that began to resurface, “I have to do this. For myself.” You made it a point to add the last part, knowing he’d never forgive himself if he thought you did it all for him. 

“If that’s what you need to do,” he replied, his voice steady and sober. “Can I ask where you’re going to go?” The question hung in the air, answered before it was even asked. 

You nodded and sniffled loudly before answering him. “Can I come home?” 

His answer was immediate. “Of course.”

“Thank you,” you sobbed quietly, “I’ll call you before I go over. I have to go talk to him.” 

“Tonight?” he asked, concern lacing his voice. 

“I have to,” you confirmed solemnly, “I can’t do this to any of us any longer.” 

You heard a sigh echo through your phone’s speaker. “I understand. You’re gonna be okay?”

“Yeah,” you assured him as you wiped stray tears with the heel of your palm.

“Okay,” he answered, though you could still sense the worry in his voice, “Call me if you need anything, okay?”

“Okay,” you replied with a deep sigh.

After a moment’s hesitation, he spoke again. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” As you hung up the phone, a wobbly smile crossed your features. You sat on the bathroom floor for a long while, silently holding your knees to your chest as you contemplated what you were going to say to your husband. Your mind seemed emptier and emptier the more you tried to think about it, and you decided that all you could do was tell him the truth. He deserved that much. 

You stood from your place on the ground, walking to the bathroom counter. You ran a hand over your face, which only exaggerated the smears of mascara that lay across your cheeks. Your hands found the taps for the sink, turning them on and splashing cold water onto your face. A loud gasp left your lips at the icy feeling against your skin, but it was what you needed to gather yourself. You grabbed the towel that hung next to the shower and carefully wiped your face and hands with it before moving to the door. Your fingers gripped the handle and you took a deep breath before pulling it open to reveal Josh slouched against the wall across from the room. He wore a solemn look on his face, and it was enough to break your heart. 

“Hey,” you greeted weakly, unsure of what else to say. 

“Hey,” he answered, “Was that Jake?”

You nodded. “Yeah.”

“I thought that was over?” he asked, but the resignation was evident in his voice.

“So did I,” you told him honestly, “I tried really hard for it to be.” 

“I know,” he mumbled with a defeated nod, “I knew I could only keep you for so long. I just always wished that I had more time.” 

That statement alone broke your heart. Fresh tears started to pour down in the path of old ones as you broke down before him. “I’m so sorry, Josh,” you cried, “Fuck, I’m so sorry. I never wanted to do this.” 

He walked forward, pulling you into his arms. “I know,” he cooed, “I know you didn’t. It’s okay. I forgive you.” His kindness alone made you want to rip yourself apart. You didn’t deserve any of this. You had promised to love and cherish each other, and as a cruel reward for him holding up his end of the deal, you fell in love with his brother.

“You shouldn’t,” you answered him as you shook your head, “You shouldn’t forgive me. I don’t deserve it.” 

He shushed you and pulled you closer, his hand pressing your head into the comfort of his chest. “I could never be mad at you for loving, baby. That’s what we were made to do. Our time together’s just reached its end. That’s all,” he whispered. It all felt so wrong. How was it that he could comfort you when you were the one that ruined everything?

“I just don’t want you to hurt,” you murmured, your voice muffled by the thick sweater he wore. 

“I know,” he sighed, “And I’m not saying that it won’t hurt me for a long time, but I think we maybe both deserve a shot at being happy, don’t we?” He punctuated his sentence with a firm kiss to the top of your head, which only brought a new wave of sobs from you. You gripped him tightly as you nodded silently, unable to form any kind of coherent sentence. 

You stood there for a long time together, holding each other close as you wept shamelessly and Josh spilled out a few of his own tears. After you eventually both fell into silence, you brought your head up to look at him. His warm eyes studied your face with a mix of love and deep sadness, and you felt terrible knowing that you were responsible for both. His hand came up to the back of your neck, his thumb tracing small circles into your flesh. He wore a melancholy smile on his lips, and before either of you could think to stop it, you slowly closed the gap between you, your lips meeting in a slow, deep kiss. 

A groan rumbled in his chest as his hands found their way to your sides and splayed across your back, pulling you closer to him. You anchored one hand on his shoulder while bringing the other to the nape of his neck, toying gently with the stray curls that fell there. You were absolutely consumed in each other, skin burning hot through clothes as you molded into him. Once you finally pulled apart to catch your breath, you felt a panicked uncertainty wash over you. 

“Josh, we can’t. We shouldn’t,” you sighed, though it was unclear who you were trying to convince at this point. 

In response, he brought his hand up to cup your jaw. “Please,” he begged, his lips millimeters from your own, “One last time.”

You knew you couldn’t deny him. Even if it was over now, he deserved something like this, something to prove that all those years weren’t for nothing, that they weren’t loveless. You nodded softly, your eyes flitting up to his before pulling him in for another kiss. He moaned softly into you, and you felt him push himself against you with gentle need. You held each other close as you stumbled down the hall and into your bedroom. The sheets on the bed were still thrown about and unmade when your back pressed into the mattress. Your mouths stayed connected, afraid of what words would spill out if they parted. The longest you ever broke your kisses was for mere seconds to remove layers of thick sweaters and worn pajamas. His hands traveled across every inch of your body, and yours canvassed his own, knowing each touch would have to last a lifetime. It wasn’t until you felt him slotted against your entrance that either of you dared to speak. 

“I love you,” you whispered feebly, your hand reaching out to hold his. 

He took your hand eagerly and brought it to his mouth, kissing it gently before shaking his head, “No lies, pretty girl. It’s only me.” The sentiment broke your heart, knowing that there was still so much love between you, but not the kind that he needed. It echoed through your mind as he slowly pushed into you, a small gasp leaving his lips at the feeling. You winced softly, feeling the familiar stretch for the last time as you pulled him down onto you, nearly crushing yourself with his body weight. Your face was buried into the crook of his neck as he dragged himself in and out of you, only wanting to be close, not even chasing a high anymore. 

The way Josh loved was heartbreaking. It was so deep and endless and unconditional in a way that you had never understood until this moment. He was all light and good, even when his body and heart were consumed with hurt. It was more than you deserved, and you figured maybe that’s why you couldn’t last, but, in truth, it didn’t matter why anymore. This was the end, and all you could do was make the most of goodbye. 

Silent tears fell from your eyes and onto his shoulder, wetting his bare skin. You could feel his thrusts become sloppier, but they never quickened. He was desperate to memorize every inch of you, to remember how you felt for the rest of his life. It was all very slow and sweet and sad, which made it all the more surprising when the familiar knot in your stomach began to tighten. Soft moans fell from your lips, and you could tell that he sensed your oncoming high. His hand traveled down to where your bodies met, tracing deliberate, drawn-out circles until you both came undone. Your lips connected for one last time as he spilled into you and your body fluttered around him. As your highs faded, you felt him carefully pull out of you, the emptiness you felt seeming more devastating than ever. You moved to sit up, but he held out a hand to stop you. 

“Wait. Let me take care of you one last time, okay?” he pleaded, and by the look in his eye, you knew he needed this, too. If this was it, he needed to know that he had loved you right. Your eyes never left his as you nodded, watching him leave the room. 

When he returned with the damp washcloth, you found his touches to be as gentle as they always were as he carefully wiped between your thighs. He wore a sad smile on his face, which was an expression you were sure mirrored your own. When he finished, he had placed the cloth aside and leaned forward, his lips ghosting against your temple. He brushed a strand of hair away from your face as he pulled away, rising from the bed and getting dressed, allowing you to do the same. You grabbed a bag that you had hastily packed earlier in the night, and he followed you to the door. As you stood there with your things, you felt a strong need to say something, anything to him, but you were at a complete loss. No words could encompass how grateful you were to have loved him or how sad you were that you didn’t anymore, but maybe it was for the best that it was unsaid. Maybe it would only hurt more if the sentiment was shared aloud. 

“I love you,” he told you, his hand taking yours and giving it a final squeeze. 

You smiled weakly and nodded. “I know,” you replied, and somehow, you knew that was the right thing to say. It wasn’t a lie or a brush-off or anything. It was just an acknowledgment.

He returned your shaky smile as you exited your house. His house, now. You gazed back at it as you pulled out of the driveway, marveling at how nice of a home it was. It was funny how inviting everything seemed now that you were leaving, but you guessed that was something to be thankful for. There wasn’t a single bad memory that came from being with Josh, and as you drove away to your home, you silently hoped that he would have no more terrible memories at your hand. As the house left your view, you gave it a final wave goodbye, unaware that your ex-lover stood at the window, doing the very same.

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[beautifulpersonpeach]

Jimin, dude, man, bro, wtf? What in actual goddamn fuck???

Listen, there like 3 Jimin solo songs I like and I am not a big fan of some of his vocal choices but let me tell you I was really hyped and hooked when the teasers came out. The drama, war anthem-ness, the grandeur of everything, I liked it all. So I was quite disappointed when the news of him rapping came out because I've heard him rap before and it was bad, and I especially was reluctant to watch the whole MV after I heard a snippet of it on my tl (the stylistically autotuned rap part, yeah). I was afraid to be disappointed after such great teasers.

despite my fears I finally watched the MV... fuck... WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK PARK JIMIN??? It's so damn good! Even the rap part??? I LOVED it. Separately it doesn't sound very nice but combined and mixed it somehow works well. And his stylistic vocal choices, the way he changes his voice all the time, it's amazing, it keeps you hooked and anticipating what comes next, it keeps surprising you, even shocked at some point. I haven't been a fan of bts songs since the fake love era (even black swan is not IT for me, it's really good but not THAT great) so it says a lot. this one is easily one of my faves EVER in their discography.

The song is a statement. A grand opening. Empowering.

BTW, the song is totally a type of song that you would play in your car while driving around with your friends and singing-shouting along. Wow, just wow.

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Ask 2: Opinions on set me free pt. 2 seem to be divided in some circles 👀👀👀 ofc because of the vocal processingz that’s a common complaint for so many years already lol. I mean Pdogg is the main producer of the album so idk what they expected… personally i love the song and i think the vocal processing works but i think i can understand some people have different tastes and expectations… at the end of that day it was a choice consciously chosen by jimin and his producers. It’s there for a reason imo. I’m happy though that jimin really tried something different!!!!! So many people were expecting a ballad for this title instead we got a banger lol… and like you said Yoongi’s style is obvious even when he doesnt have a hand in making it directly… now i’m so curious what like crazy will sound like!!!! But i wanna ask if youll be making a post for set me free bpp???

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Posting these two asks now because my inbox is already getting out of control and between getting zero sleep and a flight I've got to catch in exactly 73 minutes, I'd rather briefly get out some thoughts now, regardless of if they're coherent or not, because I don't know when next I'll have time.

Hi Anon(s),

I don't think I'll ever write a full review for this song, because there's a lot about it I don't want to talk about, a lot I don't want to share and would rather keep to myself.

That said,

Everything about Set Me Free Pt. 2 is right up my alley and objectively brilliant. Every single thing about it: the melody, the autotune, the chants, the rap, the fact the whole thing plays out in the same prison, the way Jimin uses his body as a canvas for inscriptions that only enhance his storytelling, the performance.

I have nothing to say to anyone who doesn't like this or that about it. Rapper Jimin was in my wishlist for PJM1 so... and I'm a hiphop head who listens to Travis Scott-type autotune at least a couple times a day. Plus I've got Yoongi, that nasty, autotune-loving, foul-mouthed cat as my bias. Joon and Hobi aren't that much nicer either. Anybody reading this to hear me say something critical about this song should wake up and smell the matcha.

Some things I want to gush about:

First of all, the instrumentals. PDogg went stuuuuuuuuuuuupid on this track goddamn.

This song is pure trap. An orchestral, haunting trap anthem is what Set Me Free Pt. 2 is.

It is so sick. So maddening in how good it is. No wonder he was so excited about Jimin ending k-pop in 2023, the song he produced is easily the best produced Korean song so far and believe me when I tell you that is really saying something, because the competition this year has been stiff.

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The Vocals

Jimin's voice is the most emotive in BTS. That's one reason I love it. Another reason is because nobody's vocals in BTS, in k-pop, fuck, in all of Korea, drips as much sauce as Park Jimin's. I've said before, Jimin sounds inhuman almost, I describe his voice as serrated steel coated in honey and wrapped in silk because it sounds distinctly metallic, but can be oddly soothing. But with Jimin, there's a tone he takes sometimes that has this undercurrent of nasty, of unapologetic vulgarity, and in Set Me Free Pt. 2, he uses autotune to amplify it to brain-piercing perfection.

PDogg brilliantly uses autotune to aid Jimin in sending a message.

The shrillest, most distorted we hear Jimin is when he raps after the first chorus, and that's by design. The use of autotune in this song is intentional, and we can see this because every time it ratchets up, Jimin is being crude and uninhibited - as though it's a second voice, an alter-ego, or Jimin himself speaking the deepest truest thoughts he holds, pushing them to the surface after suppressing them for nine years.

PDogg has used this sort of autotune on Jimin's voice before, in the second chorus of Black Swan (timestamp: 2:24 - 2:50)

It's hidden in the backing vocals in Black Swan but felt in full cathartic force in SMF pt 2. And it feels incredible.

Stream:

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The Message/Lyrics

This is the part I don't want to write about because I'd rather keep my thoughts to myself. Not because I have special insight or think I've discovered something no one else sees or whatever, but because it's the only thing about this song that stayed within my expectations of who I think Jimin is. Plus I'm certain various interpretations will be offered by many other bloggers, so I'm okay sitting this one out.

That's the most I'll say now.

[starz222]

GENSHIN MEN — hcs. their fave past time

ft. scara, kazuha, albedo, thoma, al haitham, xiao, kaeya, heizou, venti 

notes. i go into detail, might be ooc, but i am confident in kaeya. i don't know shit abt calligraphy, composing, or playing violin. and i'm too lazy 2 research lawl. also this is my personal opinion! not proofread.

scaramouche — journaling

he keeps things to himself, and he doesn't like to open up. though he's been through hell and back, he still wouldn't dare to talk about his feelings. that's why, he writes them. i don't think he'll stay consistent, halfway through writing he'd go— what the hell am i even doing? but he'll still write, he doesn't realize it himself but he's grown attached to journaling. it's made his handwriting a lot more elegant as well. it's also helped him to analyze things a lot more easily, journaling keeps his thoughts organized. it stops his mind from going to chaos— and slowly believing he does have a heart. 

kazuha — calligraphy

a descendant of the kaedehara clan, a samurai and a poet. he'll often find himself participating or doing things such as calligraphy. he'll be in a cold room, sitting on the floor doing calligraphy on a table. and god, is it the most beautiful. the strokes he makes with his brush always have the right amount of pressure, and there's barely any smudges or mistakes. his calligraphy is clean and neat. 

albedo — composing / sketching

we all know he sketches. around dragonspire, he'd probably sit on a rock and sketch the surroundings. he'd have messy lines, but the picture he creates ties it all together. he dabbles in realism, and he definitely puts all the intricate little details. 

composing? think about it. he'd have a small book full of music snippets. he understands music theory like the back of his hand, and he hears it all playing in his head. real question is if he's ever going to play them. the songs would be like classical music, mainly piano and violin. the songs are based off his discoveries, and his environment.

thoma — knitting / crocheting

he's so considerate, and he loves handmade things. when he has breaks or free time, or if he can while running errands, he'll be crocheting. trust me, crocheting is addictive. using thin yarn and a small hook, he'll crochet the center pieces of the tables for the kamisato estate. for gifts, he'd make beanies or gloves for winter. and taroumaru? he makes little accessories for him too. he mostly crochets bags and plushies because— bags for gifts for visitors. plushies for children! (and itto when he stops by.)

al haitham — playing piano

usually, all he wants is a moment's peace. he has his headphones– yes. but playing piano just brings him so much more comfort, and he doesn't understand why. he'll try playing at first, and he wouldn't get it. that's why he'd be set on mastering piano. he loses himself when he plays piano. he'll learn lots of songs and make it his goal to master all of them. he's almost got a perfect pitch. kaveh would be shocked at how al haitham looks when he plays. and yes, he's the reason why al haitham knows so many songs. it's because kaveh requests him to play them.

xiao — cloudspotting / stargazing

he doesn't like to slack off. he likes to do things that he believes have purpose. so, it's not often that he takes breaks. he denies the fact that he actually does. after accomplishing his duties as liyue's yaksha, he'll find himself staring up at the sky, lying down on the soft grass. day, afternoon, night. he finds peace and solace during moments like those— like all of his pain didn't exist anymore. he listens to the sounds of nature, the birds chirping, the ait whistling. he'll find himself in a creative state of mind. he sees clouds and he'll picture them as something else, once he saw one that looked like guoba. under the starry night sky, he'll trace the stars with his finger, for ming constellations. 

kaeya — baking

the grandmas in mondstadt definitely gift him homemade baked goods. they'll go up to him personally too, and he'd walk them home, gift in hand. he would eat it with them and say how delicious it is, (let's not lie because when grandmas cook, fuck it's good.) then they'd offer him the recipe. he'll go do paperwork and see the handwritten recipe lying on the same desk, and he'll think of attempting it. after a few tries, he's gotten the hang of it. once he believes it's good enough, he shares it with the knights at favonius and the lady who gave him the recipe!

heizou — playing violin

sherlock holmes of teyvat. when he's hit a wall in his cases, or just needs a quick session of brainstorming, he'll go play violin. his playing is magnificent, it reels you in. he plays difficult songs, and he's talented. watching him play is like getting hypnotized, the way he plays the violin has such a captivating aura to it. he'll definitely be able to play a song after hearing it once, and i believe that he has perfect pitch. 

venti — planting / gardening

it started off when he got so drunk one night, he saw a plant in mondstadt bending down, and he made it his rightly duty to cure them! ever since, it's become a habit. he takes care of plants and having so much freedom, he goes wherever he wants and takes care of the plants as much as he likes. he'll also help by using his powers as the anemo archon to spread the seeds of the flowers and make sure every plant gets properly watered. also since he's too scared to touch them, he'll just make the insects fly away.

[zoeysdamn]

Welly boots | Xavier Thorpe x reader

A/N: It’s definitely not my best work arghgvdfhbgk but after the pure angst of ‘Bloodied petals’ I just wanted to give the boi some fluff krkrkr It’s literally just that. Fluff.

Also the title is inspired by the song ‘Welly boots’ by The Amazing Devil, bc it’s one of my fave bands ever and this song is so beautiful, it has such a deep meaning about being a parent and watching your child grow up, it sounded so good for dad!Xavier

[Masterlist]

When he had left Nevermore, Xavier hadn’t the slightest clue about what his life would be. The only thing he was certain of was that he wanted to spend all the time he could with you, and so far it was coming out rather well. Being his girlfriend since your academy years, you couldn’t be more happy to live with your favorite artist, in the house you had come to build a home in. With the years, the originally decrepit building had morphed into a cozy place, thanks to all the renovations Xavier and you did, all the moments shared and all the memories created there. 

“What should we pick? Soft green or sandy shade?”

A giggle almost escaped your lips at the situation. Xavier Thorpe, talented artist who knew every color theory ever, standing in the middle of an aisle with paint buckets in his hands looking more confused than ever. Circling your arms around his middle from behind, you put your chin on his shoulder, having to crane your neck a little to reach its height. 

“What do you think would look best?” you asked softly. 

Xavier looked even more lost, frowning a little, “Well, a soft sandy shade would bring more light with the cream walls of the corridor, but the green is great too…But I don’t want to choose without having your opinion, it’s your home too babe and–”

“Hey,” you muttered softly, interrupting his rambling, “it’s our home. And I trust you with everything, so if you tell me it’s the sand shade, we’ll get the sand shade, no big deal. It’s only a living room, we’ll paint over it if we don’t like it.” 

Your words of reassurance calmed him instantly, and he dropped a kiss on your nose. 

“Thank you babe.”

“Anytime,” you smiled, pecking his cheek before taking his hand holding the right color paint, “let’s go, we still have to grab some paint rollers!” 

Xavier laughed and followed you with a blissful smile. Our home. He liked the sound of that; he couldn’t wait to get used to it. 

This had been your first shopping session after the house had been entirely fixed. The excitation of choosing every paint tone, piece of furniture and decoration, picturing and creating your perfect home together. Hanging pictures of your time at Nevermore surrounded by your friends in the living room, filling the spare room with easels and his art supplies, eating cheap takeout sitting on the floor when the kitchen wasn’t functional yet, these had been the blissful and candid times of many new firsts. First night in your new home, first leakage of the piping, first all-nighters when Xavier stayed up all night drawing, or you working on a new program for outcasts reinsertion – as an ambassador for outcasts rights, you had a lot on your plate some nights; first fight in that house too, followed by the reconciliation. The shouts of joy when Xavier found a job at the local art school, new pictures of your adult life appearing on the walls, like Enid and Wednesday’s wedding day, and on and on. A small white frame held a very precious memory, standing proudly in the middle of all the pictures. 

“I’m home!” called a voice from the front door, and the sound immediately brought a smile on your face. 

Footsteps came closer, and a pair of arms slid around your middle. 

“Hey love,” greeted Xavier, pressing a soft kiss on your cheek, “how’s the most beautiful girl doing?”

Laughing lightly, you angled your head up to capture his lips, kissing him gently; the fresh teapot you had been preparing long forgotten on the kitchen counter. “I’m fine,” you said against his lips, “how about you babe? Did the kids wear you off completely, or is there little of you left for me?”

He chuckled, twirling you slowly by taking your hands so you can face him, “They have been great today,” he assured before dropping another kiss on your lips, “the mural is coming around nicely.”

“Yeah I can see that,” you laughed, your thumb brushing over his sharp cheekbone where a smudge of blue paint remained – and complimented his eyes nicely honestly. “You still have a bit here.” 

Xavier chuckled and tried to rub it off, only spreading it further and another laugh escaped your lips. 

“Okay fine, I’m gonna wash it,” he admitted playfully, “then I’m all yours sweetheart.”

Leaning in, you kissed him softly, “I hope so, Mr Thorpe.” 

Reluctantly letting you go, Xavier made a quick trip to the bathroom to clean himself, then grabbed a towel to dry his face, returning to the kitchen. When he arrived at the entrance, he stopped for a second, leaning on the door frame to take some time to let the vision in front of him sink in his brain. Standing before the kitchen counter, you were preparing two mugs of tea, humming to yourself in your comfortable indoor shorts and one of Xavier’s sweaters. The faint glow of the late autumn afternoon sun reflected on your hair, surrounding you in a golden halo. Something in Xavier bloomed, making his heart swell in his chest without really knowing what it was. When you turned toward him, handing him his drink the feeling slightly faded away, replaced with the warm solace of your presence. But it didn’t completely disappear. 

Later that night you rolled on the bed, mindlessly reaching for Xavier’s warm embrace. But when your hand only came in contact with an empty sheet, your mind woke up a little. Cracking an eye open, you saw that you were indeed alone in the large bed; the sheets on Xavier’s side were slightly lukewarm, meaning he hadn’t been gone for that long. Slowly getting up, you grabbed an old baggy shirt and pulled it as you got out of the room, lazily making your way to his art studio. One of the spare rooms was used as your study, it was fair the second became his own personnel place. It was where Xavier spent most of his time when he couldn’t sleep, just like he did back at Nevermore. Except you didn’t have to cross a creepy forest in the middle of the night to join him now. 

When you entered the room, Xavier was sitting on his stool only in his briefs – he hadn’t even taken time to get dressed, looking lost into his thoughts. There wasn’t even half of a sketch on the easel. Approaching him, you slid your hand on the back of his neck, caressing it softly. 

“Hey,” you whispered, “can’t sleep?” 

Leaning against your hips, Xavier shook his head. You let him press his face on your belly, tiredness making his movements lazy. You glanced at his half finished rough sketch, running your fingers through his long fingers to soothe him. 

“Want to talk about it?” 

Once again, he said ‘no’ with his head, and you didn’t push it further. But after a few minutes of silence, Xavier carefully took your hand in his, looking up at you with his soft doe eyes. He looked so fragile and unsure – yet completely confident he was about to say, like he feared your reaction, and not his own words. As you were about to worriedly ask him again what was going on, he spoke up in a hushed tone. 

“I think I want to have a baby.” 

Eyes widening slightly, you couldn’t help but let out a small silent gasp at the confession. The baby talk wasn’t a new topic between the two of you; of course, you had brought it up as a joke first, back when you were dating at Nevermore, but it had been the occasion to state your respective views on the subject for the first time. And to learn how afraid Xavier was to be a father.

“When did you start to have those thoughts?” you asked softly, but you couldn’t hide how surprised you were. 

“A few weeks,” admitted Xavier quietly. “I…I don’t know what triggered it really but…it’s been on my mind ever since.”

You nodded, humming softly, “What changed your mind?”

He remained silent for a while, thinking about it. “It didn’t change, I…,” he muttered, “I guess it just…evolved. Being surrounded by kids and all…and you–…”

“Yes?” you breathed softly, gently encouraging him to continue. 

Angling his face up, Xavier gazed up at you with glossy eyes, tainted with emotion, “I’d like to build a family with you, Y/N. We already are one but…I know you’re the only one I can picture myself with as a happy man in the future. “

Taking one of your hands, Xavier pressed a kiss to your knuckles. But your silence started to make him worry. 

“Babe?...”

“Are you afraid about this?” you whispered and he looked up at you with concerned eyes. “Being a parent?”

With a small gulp, he nodded his head slowly, “A bit, yeah. And you?” 

“I’m terrified,” you admitted in a small voice, and Xavier felt his heart squeeze at the confession. But then, one of your hands went to cup his cheeks tenderly. “But with you, I’m willing to try; because I know you’ll be here.” 

As the realization sank in, Xavier felt tears filling his eyes, and he started to stutter, “D-do you mean…”.

With equally glossy eyes, you caressed his cheek with your thumb, smiling brightly through the emotion, “Yes,” you whispered, “I’m in. Let’s have a baby, Xavier.”

The smile that erupted on his face, tears of joy rolling down his cheeks, was the most heart-warming sight you had ever seen and you dove in to kiss him deeply, Xavier’s hands desperately cradling you closer to him. 

“Thank you,” he whispered against your lips after you parted from the kiss, “thank you sweetheart.” 

Smiling softly, you went for another kiss and slid on his thighs, straddling him and caressing his neck. Xavier’s calloused hand drifted under your shirt, and you helped him get rid of your night gardement with lazy excitement. You two had a baby to make and you couldn’t wait but get into it. 

It took a little more than four months for you to get pregnant. Ever since Xavier and you had this conversation, the idea of a mini mix of you both grew in your head and you found yourself even more excited at the thought. Sometimes, you gazed at Xavier and you tried to imagine what your baby could look like. Would they have his eyes? Your nose? Xavier’s pout that he vehemently assured he had not? 

The weeks following your period were always strange ones; you were looking for any tiny signs that could mean you were pregnant, all while trying to be relaxed about it. But every negative test hurt harder than the previous one. Even for Xavier, each negative result was a blow on his mood. Without realizing it, you both had become much more attached to the wish to have a baby on your own than you would have thought. But Xavier had always been here, hugging you tightly when the tears fell at another negative test, making sure you were feeling alright before and after your period knowing it would be a hard time for you, purchasing tests – or stopping when he felt that it became too much of a touchy subject. 

And then, at an unexpected time the test turned positive. It was just after you came back for an exhausting meeting, normies representatives had been ruthless and stubborn and it had been hard to restrain your outcasts’ colleagues furry at their snarky comments. As a result nothing had come out of this meeting and you were just so tired for nothing at the end of the day. The day had been so hectic you barely had time to grab something to eat, so you ended up leaning against the kitchen counter, eyes lost into nothingness as you waited for the leftovers of mac’n’cheese to heat up in the microwave. 

Xavier was out for the evening with Ajax, knowing you would be home late so you reached for your bag to text him you made it home. You were so tired it took you an eternity to rummage in your handbag to search for the phone, then your fingers touched a thin plastic device and you froze. Pulling it out with trembling fingers you tried to remember since when you this test in your bag; you had grabbed it flipped over so you couldn’t see the result yet but you remembered vaguely taking it in the morning but then realizing you were late for work, and you had throw everything in your bag – keys, wallet, phone charger, agenda and, apparently, pregnancy test – in a hurry before rushing out. Maybe it was because you were tired, or because you were so used to negative tests, but you flipped it over mind-absently as the microwave dinged. Glancing down on the counter you froze on the spot. Bright red and glaring at you, the “+” on the stick made your breath hitch. The room around you felt like spinning a little, and you grabbed the test with a trembling hand. It took you a whole solid minute to get a grip on what happened, and you let yourself slide against the counter, not counting on your wobbly legs to support you anymore. 

Then you let out a kind of strangled giggle. This was so unreal, so…so awaited after all that failures, it felt so strange. Yet you couldn’t help but smile through the tears of joy rolling down your cheeks. 

This is how Xavier found you when he came home around an hour later, sitting on the floor against the kitchen’s counter, munching on a lukewarm plate of mac’n’cheese and a familiar stick in your hand. At first he panicked at your state and rushed to your side as soon as he found you in the kitchen. 

“Oh my god babe, are you okay? What happened, are you hurt??”

To his surprise, you smiled at his panicked tone and handed him the test wordlessly. Xavier’s eyes flickered to the test and widened. He looked back at you mouth agape, struggling to let the singlest word out,  completely dumbfounded. 

“Is it…are you…”

You nodded, tears starting to spill again through your smile, “Yes, yes I am. I’m pregnant Xav.” 

The next thing you knew, you were engulfed in the tightest hug you ever had. A happy sob escaped your lips and you cradled Xavier closer to you. 

“I can’t believe it,” he whispered against your hair, “we- we’re gonna be parents babe, it’s…it’s amazing.” 

No words you could have said would have been able to express how thrilled you were. So you only giggled nervously and happily, full of love and hope with Xavier at your side. 

The first ultrasound pic was now in the small white frame on the living room wall. Even if the baby was just as small as a bean, it had been such an emotional moment, Xavier had shed a tear the first time you had seen the baby on the screen. Your baby. Of course, you had tons of other ultrasounds but it was this one that Xavier had insisted on hanging on the wall. You had scribbled on it “The smol bean”, and it had become the unofficial baby’s nickname until the birth. 

Despite Enid’s and Ajax’s pleas to know the baby’s gender, Xavier and you had chosen to not know until the birth. Wednesday on the other hand, had agreed with your decision (apparently it “left some hope that the baby would sprung out of your belly just like in that pleasant movie of the 80’s”, much to her girlfriend’s horror). Xavier had winced at that, you had laughed. Truth being told, your pregnancy had been a rather calm one the first months. It had been such a joy and amazement to see your belly grow, sometimes you still couldn’t believe there was an actual little human being growing within. The pregnancy had also made you discover that Xavier grew an absolute devotion to your belly. From the moment you had started to show, his hands always found their way of caressing the slight curve of your stomach, of touching the side of your hips when you were in public. He was probably as in awe as you were the more your belly grew, and he couldn’t help but to sketch your silhouette. He had dozens of sketchbooks filled with various sketches of you during the pregnancy, you could almost make a precise evolution of your growing belly. 

Things had begun to be complicated the last two months, you had more and more morning sickness and you often felt dizzy. You had to take a maternity leave earlier than you had planned to, and even with Xavier’s best efforts to help you feel better, those were two long months. Still, Xavier had always stayed by your side, supporting you all the way the best he could. You couldn’t have gone that far without him, especially at the most critical moments. 

And then when your waters finally broke and you went to the hospital, he had barely left your side. Holding your hand as you pushed the hardest just as the nurses instructed you to, vein popping on your forehead and tears in the corner of your eyes; despite the rush and the pain, there was no other place Xavier would have rather been. 

Looking back to it, it seemed to you that it hadn’t been that long of a moment to live. In reality it had felt like an eternity, no matter how well surrounded you were, the pain had just been so much– And suddenly, the tiniest cry pierced through the ambient chaos and everything just froze around you. Your sight might have been blurry with tears, but your eyes had immediately been set on that screaming, red, living bundle in the nurse’s hand. The mere vision of your baby was enough to make you cry again. The baby, your baby was alive. 

Unknown hands laid them on your chest – a girl, said one of the nurses. You precious, beautiful daughter. 

The only thing your brain registered next had been the trembling hands of Xavier joining yours over the frail body of your newborn daughter. His face had been bathed with tears of joy and relief, unable to stop himself or to look away from either of you. And just like that, your family was there at last. 

Cleo Thorpe was born on a sweet spring day, and ever since everything changed in your lives. Sure, you had always known having a baby would shake your world. You had simply not expected it to go that well. 

The six months off your job had been a blessing to spend most of the time with your daughter. Cleo was a noisy baby, always babbling, cooing or even whimpering to get a little bit of attention – like she needed to. She was the most precious thing in your life, and even when she was sick or fussy, you enjoyed every moment with her. 

And Xavier, oh boy Xavier. The very moment Cleo had been born she got him wrapped around her finger. She was barely six months old, but Xavier was already ready to do anything for your daughter. You hadn’t the most stable family life before, but Xavier clearly had it worse. Between his mother’s disappearance early on, and the cold relationship with his manipulative father, Xavier had wanted this family more than anything. He had craved it, ever since the pregnancy talk had been bought on the table. 

Now that she was born, he spent all the time he could with Cleo. It was so cute to see him walking around the house with the baby in his arms, talking to her about his day, or what he should cook tonight. Xavier even took her with him when he painted in his art studio, keeping her steady on his lap as he brushed his pencil over the canvas – while being extra careful of Cleo not grabbing any paint or charcoal, she loved to grab moving things. The sound of her happy babbling while she was absolutely fascinated by the movement of her daddy’s drawing filled the studio more than once. And the sight of the two loves of your life being so caught up in their own little world, in this peaceful bubble, always melted your heart. 

To be honest, the more you thought about it, the more you couldn’t imagine how you could have lived without that before; yes you and Xavier had each other. But now you have Cleo. 

A faint cry pulled you out of your sleep, dragging you out of consciousness in the middle of the night. You whimpered slightly, but a warm caress on your bare shoulder soothed you. 

“I’m going,” whispered the rasp voice of Xavier. 

You hummed faintly, and he pressed a kiss on your cheek before getting up from the bed, the soft thud of his bare feet fading in the distance. Sleep started to sink in again and you gradually doze off. Then after a few minutes of silence, the lack of presence on the other side of the bed nudged your mind. Reaching for the mattress next to you, your hand only met the sheet and you cracked an eye open. Xavier wasn’t back yet, which was rather odd. Cleo sometimes cried during the night, but it never took long for her to calm down and sleep again when you or Xavier showed up. So you got up, groggy from sleep and padded to your daughter’s room. The sight that welcomed you was so soft, you could feel your heart soar at it. Xavier in his brief was sitting in the recliner, the small form of your sleeping baby cuddled on his chest. Cleo’s chubby hands were fisted tightly against her face, like a kitten trying to sleep. 

Approaching them silently you slid your hand over Xavier’s naked shoulder. 

“Hey,” you whispered softly. 

Turning his head, Xavier pressed a soft kiss on your hand. “She had a nightmare,” he said quietly, mindful to not wake the baby again. 

You hummed quietly, entrapped by the sight of your daughter, so small and so peaceful on her dad’s chest. Sometimes you still couldn’t believe how Xavier and you had managed to create this beautiful tiny human. 

“Sorry I woke you up,” said Xavier, looking up to you. But you shook your head, muffling a yawn. 

“Don’t worry, that’s fine. I guess we’re both excited about tomorrow, uh little bean?” you cooed, caressing Cleo’s cheek with your finger. 

That made Xavier chuckle and he kissed her forehead tenderly. Some of your friends and former Nevermore classmates had planned to come over later in the day, to celebrate Cleo’s six months birthday. At first you had scoffed at the idea of celebrating any birthday before the first one, but the puppy eyes Xavier had given you had finished convincing you. He was really so whipped for his daughter, this would lead to many daddy’s little girl tricks in the future, you called it. But thinking about it, you had realized that it would be the first time you would all be reunited since Cleo’s birth. Except for Ajax and Wednesday (and by her girlfriend’s extension, Enid) who had visited frequently due to their godparents status – which Wednesday denied partly – most of your friends had only seen Cleo from the pictures you sent them. Well, rather the flood of pics Xavier sent them; you were pretty sure that Yoko had blocked his number at some point.

After a few moments of silent fascination, Xavier slowly got up, carefully holding Cleo before laying her in her crib. He admired her for another handful of seconds, before turning to you, kissing you softly. 

“Let’s go back to bed,” he whispered. 

With another yawn, you nodded. Some more sleep could do you some good before the incoming day.  

Later on after a calm remaining sleep, you were just finished dressing up Cleo and put her in her crib when someone ringed at the door. As Xavier was busy in the kitchen you went to answer, opening the door to Enid and Wednesday. The werewolf immediately brought you into a tight hug while the Addams stood stiff on your front door. 

“Oh my god girl it’s been sooooo long!” squealed Enid happily, “How are you?”

“I’m fine,” you smiled at her before nodding politely on Wednesday – you knew how much she despised unnecessary physical contact. “Did you guys have a safe trip?” you inquired, gesturing to them to come inside.

“It was acceptable,” answered Wednesday sharply, “now I require to see the child.” 

That made Enid blush in embarrassment but you only chuckled. When you had suggested Wednesday for the godmother’s role, Xavier had been slightly wary. The Addams didn’t exactly scream babysitter material, and there were so many other people who could have fit the role, like Enid for instance. But you had insisted; somehow you had the intuition that Wednesday could make an amazing guardian for your daughter, and if that eased Xavier’s mind, Enid would never be far anyway. And to everyone’s surprise you had been right. Despite the cold laid-back behavior and general despise of human beings, Wednesday had a soft spot for your daughter. When you had asked her to be the godmother just after Cleo’s birth, and she reluctantly took her in her arms, something shifted. Maybe not maternal instinct, but after a solid very awkward minute of silence of her staring blankly at the baby, Wednesday had swore she would set the world on fire for this child. Xavier had turned to you with begging eyes but it had warmed your heart; who could have known Wednesday could have the tiniest trace of maternal instinct. She was still her parents’ daughter after all. 

Ever since, the Addams clinged on Cleo everytime she came to visit, taking her role of protector very seriously. Enid was secretly thrilled by this, hoping this could someday lead to the subject of having children of their own. For now it wasn’t really the right time, with Enid’s new job as a Nevermore teacher and the offer of the deputy principal position; but it’ll come with time. 

You came back to the living room with Cleo in your arms, the baby cooing happily at the familiar faces of your guests. Enid awed, immediately melting for the cute sight of your daughter and Wednesday held her arms as you passed the baby to her. 

“Hello morrita,” she said in her usual flat tone – although you could sense the slightest fond undertones, “how are you doing?”

“Hiiiiii Cleo,” cooed Enid, overring to her next to her unfazed girlfriend, “you’re so adorable!” 

It was funny to see them interact with the baby. Enid cooed and sing-songed in baby voices while Wednesday always talked to your daughter like she would do to a growing adult, describing things in detail when the tiniest frown draped over Cleo’s features – sometimes with a little too much detail in your opinion. 

Xavier came out from the kitchen, whipping his hands on an apron and scoffed playfully at the sight. 

“Is Wednesday trying to steal our daughter again?”

“Do not tempt me, Thorpe,” she threatened with a glare. The way Cleo’s green eyes narrowed at the same time, like mirroring her godmother’s killer look made you burst in laughter. Xavier on the other hand, paled instantly. 

“It’s too late already,” he muttered in horror. 

Enid tried to refrain from laughing, pocketing her phone after having managed to snap a picture of the two of them – she would definitely send it to you after. Someone knocked at the door again and you pushed Xavier to it, reassuring him that no, his babygirl will not love Wednesday more than him. 

At the door, Ajax, Bianca and Yoko greeted you, hugging Xavier then you, before letting themselves in and settling in the living room. Everyone cooed at Cleo, who was thrilled to have so much attention all of a sudden, and she babbled excitedly at each of your guests. 

Settling the food and drinks everyone brought, you started to chat with your old classmates. Being the first ones to have a kid in your group of friends, you knew you were kind of aliens for the rest of them. It seemed that your days at Nevermore weren’t that far behind you, still you were glad to be able to spend some time and chat like nothing changed. 

The time for gifts came, and Xavier and you opened them as Ajax bounced Cleo on his hip, her kraken plushie in her hand – a gift from Bianca, which was very much appreciated by your little one. You thanked all of your friends for their gifts, and Xavier helped Cleo to blow the candles on the small cupcake, as if it was a real birthday cake. If you could freeze time and put it in a bottle to keep a moment with you for eternity, it would be that one. 

Some time later, when your friends helped you clean the living room and Cleo had been put to bed for a nap, you found yourself in the kitchen with Xavier. You were putting the dishes away, and he was packing the leftovers of cake; but you sensed him a bit absent. 

“Everything’s okay?” you asked him softly, putting a hand on his arm. 

“Mmmh? Yeah, all’s fine, don’t worry love,” he said with a smile. But the way your eyebrows furrowed in concern didn’t ease, and he pressed a kiss on your forehead. “I swear it’s fine.” 

“I know that look,” you insisted gently, “what did you see?” 

With time, Xavier’s visions had become less chaotic. He often had them in his sleep, or by touching specific objects. Nothing as dramatic as the one he had back then at Nevermore, but it could sometimes busy his mind for quite some time, so you couldn’t help but to be worried. 

But the sincere smile he gave you washed all of that. 

“She’s gonna be amazing,” he breathed in a grin, voice heavy with emotion. “I saw her, growing up, being older…only flashes, but…she was beautiful, Y/N.” 

The smile that grew on your face at the same time as his was blinding. Hugging Xavier tightly, you felt lighter than ever. 

Xavier was right, Cleo was going to be amazing; she was already making your lives incredible, and you couldn’t wait to watch your daughter grow, side by side with the man you loved.

Hope you liked it, take care of you ♥

[dougiejack]

🎶✨when you get this, put 5 songs you actually listen to, then publish. Send this ask to 10 of your favourite followers🎶✨

lmao i'm about to be so annoying because, as you probably gathered from the music league, I tend to pick one artist and then that's all for like a month lmao.

So here's my top five The Amazing Devil songs (in no particular order except in the sense that I'm going through all three albums to find my faves). Everyone should listen to them.

Drinking Song for the Socially Awkward Probably the easiest to sell because it doesn't have the fantasy vibes that a lot of their songs have and also lmao who among us can't relate to being at a party and feeling like you don't belong there. And also showing memes to your cat.

The Old Witch Sleep and the Good Man Grace This one is just genuinely a great song. It builds SLOW! It's almost 9 minutes long and it doesn't really hit until minute 4 but once it hits. My god. "You're not a coward cause you cower, you're brave because they broke you, yet broken, still you breathe. so breathe. just breathe."

Wild Blue Yonder I have a weird weakness for songs that are like "We know we've reached the end of our story so let's make the most of our last night together" honorable mention in that category is all I ask by adele but that one is SAD and this one is FUN! There's a robot vampire!! (theoretically)

That Unwanted Animal Firstly, needed a Madeleine song. Secondly this one contains the rawest line I've ever heard. "If we join our hands in prayer enough, to God I imagine it all starts to sound like applause"

Farewell Wanderlust This is simply Thee Amazing Devil song. It's everything I love about them. It's smart it's funny it's sad it's horny they both sing half too and the way they play off of each other is so good in this song.

[barbieb0y]

song of the tulips.

DAY 7 YAYYYYYYYY we going out with a bang here people. this is probably the longest one ive written for this event

today, i went with a crown of flowers upon the head + picnicking among nature’s beauty + a dance of blooming roses ! okay that last one is kinda untrue bc i wrote about tulips instead bc apparently theres a tulip garden in san fran and it's amazing bc tulips are my fave flowers. crazy

this is actually a sequel to my day 2 entry ! you dont have to read that one to get this one but you'll get the references i put here if you do!! also a little disclaimer this one is kinda suggestive. nothing too wild, just a joke and a subtle nudge but yeah. if i could write smut i wouldve done it for these two believe me (not for this week/event but in general)

enjoy what may be my last uppercut fic for a while. thank you scrunkly week for enabling me and my selfship these past few days, you have NO idea how much this means to me 🥺

Queen Wilhelmina Garden is fairly far from where they reside in Haight Street, especially if they are to ride there on Joe’s bike. Luckily for the couple, Joe has a rare moment of pure genius (yet a common moment of money spending for Paper Cut).

A peaceful smile creeps onto Paper Cut’s face, relieved that his lover took his advice to heart. It’s not uncommon since Joe sort of sees Paper Cut as the all-knowing doctor but it does well to remind himself that the biker is as stubborn as Paper Cut himself.

“Wow, you actually bought a car this time around.”

And beautiful it is. Paper Cut does notice something about it though.

“Yeah! Look at her – beautiful, ain’t she?”

“Considering it’s the exact same model as the car you rented that weekend in summer, I’m guessing you got emotionally attached to that car.”

Joe lets out an awkward laugh then falls silent, and so does his smile.

“...We don’t talk about that car.”

Right on the money, Paper Cut thinks. He’ll humor his boyfriend.

“Anyway, shall we get going then?”

A smile that can rival the sunshine instantly makes its way to Joe’s lips.

“Last one to get in the car is a rotten egg!”

“And soooooo Sally can wait…”

“She knows it’s too lateeeee as we’re waaalkin’ on by~”

It’s full-on karaoke mode in that freshly-bought car. Though Paper Cut always insists he won’t sing along (“I’m not as good as you.” “It’s not about being good, babe, it’s about having fun!”), a part of him subconsciously makes him belt out to radio hits either way.

“Man, I love music.”

Paper Cut’s confession prompts Joe to let out a hearty laugh. The freedom in Paper Cut’s singing voice is already proof of that fact but it’s nice to hear it from the man himself. Then Joe has a flashbulb moment.

“I oughta take you out to the disco sometimes.”

“Oh God, no thank you. Too many sweaty people dancing in one small, dark room sounds like a nightmare.”

Joe often attempts to drag Paper Cut into social situations knowing he won’t ever do it himself. As introverted as he is, he’s still a social creature as far as Paper Cut’s concerned.

Joe had expected this response. The reasoning is just a bonus. But his spirit is not broken so easily (which is merely a delicate way of saying he’s stubborn).

“When you put it that way, it sounds like one! Don’t worry baby boy, I’ll make sure you’ll have a good time.”

Paper Cut falls into red, bashful silence at the phrase “baby boy”, cursing himself for being so weak to pet names as such, but especially that one. Joe only smirks, knowing his victory is sealed. After a minute, Paper Cut sighs.

“Okay, but still, I don’t dance.”

Well, now he’s just straight up lying, Joe thinks.

“You did yesterday. I saw you.”

Joe genuinely thinks this is a good argument – it would be if it weren’t for the fact that Paper Cut was not made aware of this fact.

“It is very not nice to peep on people!”

Paper Cut gives Joe’s shoulder a light hit, the blush never leaving his face. Joe manages to scratch the back of his head in shame with one hand.

“Yeah okay, but you looked like you were having a good time!”

“Keep your hand on the steering wheel, dammit!”

The two keep on bantering for the rest of the journey, the radio karaoke forgotten entirely.

They wouldn't say the idea of having a picnic here is anything original but they definitely expected less picnic blankets strewn about. But it's a pleasant sight – friends, couples, families, even individuals are out here surrounding themselves with nature's beauty with sandwiches in hand.

Thankfully, despite the amount of people, the couple still manages to find a spot for just the two of them, a little ways away from the rest of everyone else just in case Paper Cut gets too anxious (and in case Joe wants to initiate some “socially unacceptable” PDA – the two tries not to lament on the fate on couples like them too much).

They start unpacking their lunches – fried rice and fruit juices courtesy of Paper Cut, mineral water and (of course) sandwiches courtesy of Joe.

“Man, you’re out here serving us food like we’re kings meanwhile I just brought us plain-ass water and peanut butter jelly sandwiches like we’re kindergarten kids.”

The exaggeration pulls out a laugh from Paper Cut.

“C’mon, it’s not that serious. As long as it doesn’t kill me, I’ll put it in my mouth. And no, that’s not your cue to joke about you-know-what.”

A pout makes its appearance which Paper Cut ignores in grace, continuing to set up their little picnic spot with a little hum of a radio hit on his lips. With gentle sunlight and the scent of newly-bloomed tulips embracing the couple, Paper Cut feels like he’s a budding plant himself.

They start digging into their food; Joe sees this as a prime opportunity to gossip about the going-ons of their neighbors and the neighborhood kids while Paper Cut relishes in people-watching from their place.

At some point, Joe, being the kinaesthete that he is, gets up to walk around the garden but not without a quick heads-up to Paper Cut. Paper Cut, on the other hand, takes this as his cue to dominate the picnic blanket and lie down as if he’s making a snow angel (a picnic blanket angel, maybe). He soaks up the sun while he can, before he eventually retreats into his “man cave” as some locals have described his residence.

He tries to gain some inspiration from the springing of mother nature that surrounds him. Grass greener than the other side, the rows and rows of tulips in different hues reminiscent of a Holland rainbow, laughter tickling his sensitive ears, and skies as blue as his lover’s gentle eyes. Paper Cut never thought it was possible to feel this alive. Should this even be a bandage? It is an emotion so heavenly that it may transcend corporealness.

“Enjoying yourself, arent’cha?”

All things come to an end, yes, but beautiful things can begin right after. Joe snaps his boyfriend out of his trance with his teasing voice and the beautiful skies he has for eyes. In addition, he comes bearing gifts, which he then proceeds to rain down on his boyfriend who’s in the process of sitting up. Literally.

“What the–”

He is met with a shower of flowers and their healthy green stems, in which he tries to shield his face from by dropping his head and raising his hands, forming futile gates. Joe giggles and as he sits down, utters a quick apology for the prank. Paper Cut doesn’t take his teasing to heart but he pretends to sulk anyway, prompting his lover to elaborate on the sudden appearance of flowers separated from their fields and gathered on their picnic blanket.

“There’s a bunch of stray flowers around so I just hoarded them for no reason. But then this really nice lady taught me how to make flower crowns for them so that kinda took a bit of my time. You don’t mind, right?”

Paper Cut gives his lover a small laugh at his recount of his little walk. It’s difficult to get mad at this guy.

“Not at all. It’s very ‘you’ to already be making friends out here.”

Joe guiltily rubs a hand on the back of his head either way, offering an apologetic smile. His boyfriend merely shoots him a knowing glance.

“So lemme guess… you wanna try making flower crowns with me?”

Paper Cut starts to fiddle with a flower, staring at it curiously. He doesn’t have any kind of flower crown knowledge or experience so it’ll make for an interesting activity.

“Yeah! We can make them for each other!”

Joe is beaming once more. If the sun ever feels like retiring, Joe can easily fill in the vacancy.

“Haha, alright then.”

Well, at least he can say he tried his best?

For a first attempt, he’d say it’s not that bad. His demons are fighting amongst themselves to whisper in his ear that it could’ve been better while Paper Cut himself basks in the simplicity of having had fun making the flower crown.

“You finished?”

Paper Cut looks up from where his crown lay in his lap at the question and merely nods, a bit shy to show off his creation. Meanwhile, Joe raises his own like a well-earned trophy.

“Ta-da!”

The boundless wonder in his eyes can only make Paper Cut smile tenderly, matching the demure nature of the flower crown Joe made – all pale pink and yellow tulips, it’s a color combination that Paper Cut thinks is spring itself.

“It’s beautiful.”

“Not as beautiful as you.”

That is all he can muster up to say aloud. There is a proud twinkle in Joe’s eyes that eventually transitions into an affectionate one, once he places the flower crown on his boyfriend’s head.

Paper Cut is as red as the flowers on his lap now and he averts his gaze out of embarrassment. A light chuckle escapes his lover’s lips but he doesn’t say anything else.

“W-Well… I made this. It’s not as good as yours but…”

The blushing boy somehow manages to mutter and, still without looking at his lover, outstretches his hands to show Joe his flower crown. It is a dance of crimson tulips, and Joe can feel Paper Cut’s deep love and passion in his creation.

“Cut… this is the prettiest thing I’ve ever laid my eyes on. Aside from you, I mean.”

That manages to bring a laugh out of Paper Cut, his embarrassment subsiding slightly. He rises to his knees as Joe leans down to aid him in placing the crown on his head. They both laugh this time and Joe makes the first move to revert to his original position, allowing the flower crowning ceremony to resume.

They then proceed to gaze into each other’s eyes, both enamored by each other and unsure of what to do next with all this tension. But as usual, Joe initiates – once the two of them are within suitable proximity, he leans in for a delicate kiss. Paper Cut takes a second to overcome his shock and then reciprocates.

The world around seems to dissolve as they kiss and as Joe shifts to lay Paper Cut down. The former leans down once more to plant more kisses which the latter returns with no hesitation. Mother Nature sways in a sudden breeze, as if to shield them from prying eyes.

It is until Paper Cut lets out a little noise that clarity hits him like a truck. He instantly puts a hand between his face and Joe’s to stop him from continuing.

“Okay okay okay, I think that’s enough. We’re in public, remember?”

He insists as he watches Joe’s consciousness snap back into place as well. Joe only sighs, whether satisfied with their little love session or discontent that he was interrupted, Paper Cut doesn’t know. But it’s a reminder much needed for the both of them.

“It’s easy to forget when I’m around you, really.”

This time Paper Cut only rolls his eyes in amusement. His lover truly takes any chance to charm him to death.

“Corny.”

Joe guffaws as he pulls Paper Cut to sit up together.

“You like it though.”

Paper Cut lets out a brief “hah”, now leaning on Joe’s shoulder. Joe follows suit.

“I didn’t say I didn’t like it.”

They enjoy each other’s company for the remainder of the afternoon until they eventually have to head home (“Actually, can we stop by a mosque on the way home? It’s getting kind of late.” “Honey, you should’ve told me earlier, I’d hate for you to miss your prayer because of me!”). More bantering and singing ensue in their little car, with the addition of another kissing session once they’re actually home. But perhaps, home is wherever and whenever they’re together.

Spring is the season for the new, and the flower crowns that adorn their home walls mark the beckoning of a new chapter for the couple.