#he looks so beautiful and sparkly in his blue jacket

[conjuring-ghouls]

IN GOD YOU TRUST

Copia being horny on stage (3/?)

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[zegrasdrysdale]

[ oh captain, my captain ] q. hughes

day 2 of kinktober (captain kink w/ quinn hughes)

➾ paring : Quinn Hughes x fem!reader

➾ summary : Quinn’s girlfriend calls him "Cap" after hearing the nickname come from his teammates, and Quinn reacts totally normally

➾ warning(s) : smut !! captain kink, light dom!quinn, nicknames during sex, oral (m receiving), p in v sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), very slight hair pulling (blink and you'll miss it)

➾ author’s note : i am Not gonna lie … this has been living in a word doc unfilnished for months so i thought that this would be the perfect time to finish it and let it out to see the light of day. enjoy :)))

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When her boyfriend asked her a few weeks ago to accompany him to an event that the Canucks were holding, she was not looking forward to it at all. It's a very private event that the Canucks hold at the start of every season for new Canucks to get to know their new teammates and for returning Canucks to catch up. She's managed to be busy on this day for the past two years of their relationship so she didn't have to go, but she can't dodge the event any longer. Especially now that Quinn is captain.

The dress she bought for this event is stunning and she couldn't wait to wear it to the event. It's a sparkly navy blue number that hugs her curves. The thin straps hold up a plunging v-neckline that shows off her cleavage in a way that Quinn loves. There's a high slit in the skirt that goes about halfway up her thigh.

She feels like she could've dressed a little more modestly when she walks into the ballroom and finds that a lot of the women dressed in more high cut and full length gowns. She crosses her arms over her chest in an attempt to cover her exposed cleavage.

A couple of Quinn's teammates greet their captain as soon as the two of them walk into the large room decorated in blue, green, and white. She hears the nickname "Cap" thrown around as a few of the veteran Canucks greet him. That's a new nickname that catches her attention immediately.

The significant others of the teammates that greet Quinn greet her. She does her best to hold a conversation with the group of women but her eyes continue to shift toward her boyfriend in his suit. He has on one of his game day suits from last season that doesn't really fit him anymore so it hugs his arms and thighs nicely.

"Your dress is beautiful, by the way," Lexie Demko compliments. She turns her attention to Thatcher's wife. "I mean it. It's stunning. I guess it's to be expected for the captain's girlfriend to sparkle." The group of women laugh and she forces a smile.

Sometimes she questions if she should be the one leading this group of women because she's only 23 and still kind of young. It's one thing for Quinn to lead the Canucks because he's a natural leader and knew he was probably going captain this team one day. He's had a lifetime of experience because he's the oldest of three brothers.

She was kind of thrust into the role of lead WAG with his captaincy appointment last season. Her version of being a leader means being the one that plans the parties and plans the playoff attire. Making sure all the other wives and girlfriends are okay, making sure they catch their flights to make it to whatever city they're following their boyfriend or husband to so she can watch him play. It's no NHL team, but it takes up a lot of her time. Especially party and playoff jacket planning.

Quinn looks over at her and her brain immediately goes blank. He's still surrounded by his teammates, but he's looking at her like that. It should be illegal to look like that.

She excuses herself from the group of wives and girlfriends to approach her boyfriend. She tries not to feel tiny among a group of hockey players, but she is.

"Cap," she teases with a smile. "I'm kinda hungry so can we go grab something to eat?" Quinn's cheeks turn bright red at the use of his new nickname. His teammates snicker around him at his reaction.

All he can do is nod in response to her and grab her hand. He guides her away without a single word, but his cheeks remain tomato red.

She's rendered him speechless. All by calling him "Cap." Maybe she'll have to start doing that more often if this is how he reacts.

They grab a plate of food and head to their table. No one else is sitting at the table but she knows that it's her, Quinn, JT, JT's wife, Brock, Thatcher, and Lexie at the table. Their tablemates are still mingling amongst the players and coaches in the room while they sit and eat.

Quinn leans over to her and says softly in her ear, "I'm going to need you to not call me 'Cap' again while we're here."

"Oh," she breathes out. "So your teammates can call you Cap, but I can't?"

He presses his lips in a line and meets her eyes. "It doesn't sound sexy coming out of their mouths like it does yours," he mumbles. "So, please don't call me Cap or Captain while we're here or you'll find yourself on your knees in the bathroom helping me with my little problem."

A small smirk forms on her lips as she takes a bite of pasta. "It's not a 'little' problem, Quinn," she tells him. "It's a pretty big problem."

Quinn groans and rubs his hands over his face. "You're killing me," he groans. "Oh my God."

She giggles and takes another bite of pasta like the conversation isn't ruining the panties she has on under the dress. Quinn follows suit and begins to eat his plate of food.

Their tablemates join them a few minutes later with their own plates. She converses with Lexie and Natalie Miller while their husbands talk with Quinn and Brock. She laughs with them, but the entire time, she thinks about the little conversation she and Quinn had about calling him Cap or Captain.

She's absolutely trying it when they get home to see what kind of reaction she gets out of him when he isn't surrounded by his friends.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

They leave the event once Quinn gives a little speech to hype up his teammates. Tocchet also gives a speech once Quinn was done, but he needed to stay until he was done talking. He orders an Uber back to their Vancouver apartment before Tocchet is even done his speech so they can leave as soon as he's done.

The Canucks applaud their head coach for his speech and they make a break for the door before anyone can stop them. Quinn has her hand in his as they make their way outside. Their Uber is waiting for them when they exit the building.

Quinn slides in first and she follows him. One of her hands rests on his knee and she leans over to say, "You looked good while you were giving your little speech." She pauses for a beat. "Captain Quinn."

His head snaps in her direction. "What did I tell you-"

"Just wanted to see something," she giggles as she glances down at the growing bulge in his already tight pants. "And I see what I wanted to see." Her voice drops a couple of octaves so only he can hear. "Do you like when I call you Captain, Quinn?"

He gnaws on his bottom lip. "You're playing a very dangerous game right now," he warns her. "I'm not trying to ruin these pants."

She leans into him and says against his ear, "Then maybe you shouldn't like to be called 'captain' by your girlfriend." Her lips touch the swell of his ear as she talks. Quinn shivers under her lips before she pulls back to meet his eyes. She finds his usually bright eyes dark with lust.

She's not sure she's going to make it into the apartment if she keeps playing this game with him.

"You are ..." Quinn trails off with a smile and a shake of his head. She grins while he tries to find the words to say. "Something else." His fingers trace the slit in her dress, leaving goosebumps behind where he touches her skin.

The Uber comes to a stop two minutes later. She doesn't risk saying another word until they're in the building. The elevator is probably not the best place to say anything either.

Still, it doesn't stop her from poking the bear though.

"Captain Quinn Hughes," she pretends to think out loud. "Even after a year, it still roles off the tongue. Don't you think, Cap?"

"Oh my fucking God," Quinn groans as he turns to face his girlfriend.

Before she can react, Quinn cups her cheeks and pulls her into a hot kiss. He steps so her back is pressed against the wall of the elevator. She grips his jacket as he presses his chest completely against hers. Quinn shoves a thigh between her legs, moving the dress to the side so his thigh presses against her already damp core.

This is a side of Quinn she's pretty sure she hasn't seen in their two and a half years together. He's very particular about his touches and his movements. Slightly rougher with them as well. She might like this side of Quinn.

The elevator dings once it arrives at their floor. Quinn pulls back and grabs her hand as the doors slide open. "Let's go, pretty girl," he says to her, voice soft. "You need to help me with my not-so-little problem before it ruins these pants."

She giggles as Quinn leads her out of the elevator and down the hall to their apartment. It's a moment before Quinn gets the door open but once he does, he pulls her inside and pins her against the door to shut it.

Quinn holds her chin between his thumb and pointer finger. "I hope this dress didn't cost a lot," he says. "Because it might end up torn and on the floor tonight.”

“Quinn Hughes, you better not rip this dress because if you do, you’re buying me a new one,” she warns him. “I mean it too. You better not.”

He grins and hooks his fingers around the spaghetti straps that sits on her shoulders. “I guess I’ll be nice,” he sighs as he pulls the strap off her shoulders. Quinn's eyes fall to the fabric that he pulls down to expose her breasts.

There's about one second between when the fabric pools around her waist and when Quinn crashes his lips to hers in a heated kiss. Their lips mold against each other and his hands cup her breasts. She groans into the kiss and he takes full advantage to explore her mouth with his tongue.

She pulls his suit jacket off his body and it falls to the floor with a light thud. She pushes him toward their bedroom without breaking the kiss.

In the very short trip from their front door to their bedroom, she loses her heels and dress in the hallway while Quinn's tie ends up on the living room floor and his button up gets unbuttoned and untucked as they enter their bedroom. She jumps and wraps her legs around his waist. He kicks the door shut and walks toward their bed.

"What do you want me to do, Cap?" she questions between kisses.

"You know, every time one of my teammates calls me Cap, I'm going to think of you and it's going to end in endless teasing for me," Quinn points out as he sits on the mattress. He pulls back to look at her. "If my teammates mess with me because I get hard after one of them refers to me as Cap, it won't end well for you since it'll be your fault."

She feigns being hurt. "Ouch, Quinn," she says. "I guess I'll never call you Cap ever again."

"I didn't say that," Quinn very quickly replies. "Just letting you know what will happen."

“I’m so scared,” she teases.

“Shut up and get on your knees, pretty girl.”

His stern voice when he says that shoots straight down to her core. She bites her bottom lip as she slides off of Quinn’s lap and to her knees on the carpeted floor below her.

Her fingers work at unbuttoning his dress pants. She pulls them down along with his boxers. His hard dick stands up against his stomach when it’s free from the confines of his underwear. She takes him in her hand and looks up at him. She gnaws on her lip before she says, “Whatever you say, Cap.”

Quinn groans at the same time she wraps her lips around the fiery red tip. She tastes some precome that has leaked as she takes more of his dick in her mouth. His fingers curl in her wavy locks as she hollows her cheeks and sucks. She looks up at him as he throws his head back in pleasure.

"Fuck," Quinn breathes out. The reaction she gets out of him causes her to speed up her actions. Her hands are splayed over his thighs so she has something to hold on to. Not to mention that she just loves his thighs.

She manages to take all of him in her mouth without choking, and Quinn loves every second of it. He gnaws on his bottom lip and soft sounds rise from his throat. It's music to her ears as she takers him completely in her mouth and hums around him.

Quinn can't seem to get enough.

When her knees start screaming at her from being on the carpet for too long, she ignores it. What Quinn wants, Quinn gets. She's done this so many times that the pain doesn't get to her like it used to, but sometimes it .

She hollows out her cheeks and Quinn hums before he pulls her off his dick by her hair. She hums and looks up at her. His thumbs brush her probably swollen lips and she kisses the pads of his thumbs.

"Was that okay?" she questions like she always does after she sucks him off. Quinn raises his eyebrows at her and she grins. "Cap."

He nods and leans down to kiss her. His kiss is softer this time as he helps her back up so she's straddling his thighs. She runs her fingers through his styled hair and Quinn falls so he's lying on his back. His dick pokes her thigh and she wiggles her hips to tease him.

"These need to come off, pretty girl," he mumbles against her lips at the same time he taps the waistband of her panties. "I'm sure they're ruined at this point anyway."

She stands up to push the ruined fabric off her body. Quinn moves back so his head rests on the pillows. She presses her lips together in a line as she crawls back onto the mattress. She straddles his waist and leans over to press a long, deep kiss to his lips. Quinn hums and cups her jaw with his hands so she can't go anywhere.

Without breaking the kiss, she lifts her hips and rests the tip of his dick at her entrance. He slips right in because of how wet she is. A grin forms on her lips as she says, "Wanna ride you, Cap. Please."

"You don't need my permission, pretty girl," Quinn replies between hot kisses.

She hums as she lowers herself onto him. The familiar and welcomed stretch greets her. Quinn's hands land on her waist so she doesn't lose her balance. He bottoms out in her and she allows herself a few seconds to adjust before moving her hips.

The room is quickly filled with her soft moans as she rolls her hips. He helps her keep a steady pace that works for both of them. The kiss breaks but she doesn't go very far. Her forehead rests on his and her lips ghost his every time she moves.

Despite how they got here, she loves when she falls into bed with her boyfriend. No matter the reason, Quinn always focuses on both their pleasure. He makes sure that both of them feel good for however long they go.

Adding a little spice in the bedroom, like this captain thing that Quinn has going on right now, is one of her favorite things too. She's never against trying new things. She's not against this captain thing that he has going on.

Quinn starts moving his hips to match her pace. She groans and pushes herself up so she's sitting on his waist. She keeps her pace though. Her head is thrown back in pleasure and Quinn's hands roam her body.

"Fuck, baby," he breathes out. "You look so good riding my dick, pretty girl."

He moves one of his hands until he's rubbing her clit. She cries out his name and rests her hands on his torso. "Quinn," she gasps. "Oh my God." He stops. "Cap. Captain. Captain Quinn. Don't stop. Please." Those words pass her lips before her brain processes what she wants to say, but her end goal remained the same. Quinn continues rubbing her clit and she hums.

Her movements get frantic and inconsistent as she gets closer to her orgasm. Quinn wraps his arms around her waist and rolls them over so her head is on the pillow. He throws her legs over his shoulders and begins moving his hips.

The new angle has her legs shaking because his dick hits her favorite spot. She grabs his arms and cries out his name. "Oh my- fuck," she gasps. "Quinn, Quinn Quinn. Oh my God." He doesn't stop this time, but he slows down. "Cap, I'm so close. Please."

"Come for me, pretty girl," Quinn pants. "Want you to make a mess on my dick."

It's not very long after that when she comes. Her entire body clenches and she cries out Quinn's name so loud that their neighbors absolutely heard her. Her vision whitens and she's in cloud 9 from how hard she comes.

She's so out of it that she doesn't realize that Quinn pulls out and comes on her thighs. She has no idea that he cleans her up, only that he touches her sensitive core with a wet cloth. Her body melts into the mattress as she recovers.

When she comes to, Quinn is crawling back into bed. She musters up enough strength to turn her head and look at him.

"You okay?" he asks with a smile on his swollen lips. "Lost you for a moment."

She nods and rolls so she's curled up next to Quinn. "You really like when I call you Cap," she teases him. His cheeks turn red. "It's fine, Quinn. You don't need to get all flustered about it. If it's your thing, then it's my thing too. I wouldn't mind doing that again. It showed me a whole new side of you that I think I like."

"Yeah?"

"Mhm."

"Then we might have to do that again," Quinn tells her. "But please. For the love of everything, do not call me Cap or Captain around the team. It's going to take me a second to get over tonight, or get used to those words leaving your mouth."

She giggles and throws her leg over his waist so she's laying on his chest. "You say the word and I'll start using your nickname," she tells him. "Cap."

Quinn rolls his eyes, but she knows he loves it.

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[kajibunny]

Can I request Umemiya & Togame x reader where they have an aquarium date? I feel like it would be cute^_^ feel free to ignore, I hope you have a great day :D

🫧𓇼𓏲*ੈ aquarium date ˖𓍢ִִ໋🌊˚˖𓍢ִ✧˚ w/ the wind breaker boys

✿ featuring: hajime umemiya, jo togame, ren kaji ✿ contains: established relationship, fluff, unverified facts on sea creatures ✿ a/n: what a lovely idea! ( ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ) actually this has been requested quite some time ago rip!! tho aquarium dates are definitely cute and i feel like there'd be lots of funny moments! i hope you don't mind but i added kaji in too, cutie~ thank you for your patience!! ✿ wc: 1.1k

ʚɞ umemiya -

ꕤ the aquarium tickets were a heartfelt gift from a generous townsperson who thought that you and umemiya were the cutest couple. he always talked about you, and shared how he was so lucky to have someone so kind, caring, sweet, and beautiful. the complete package, really. as soon as he had a free day without any scheduled patrols or activities, umemiya eagerly invited you to join him on a date at the aquarium.

ꕤ umemiya got selected as a volunteer for the sea lion show, due to his sparkly-eyed enthusiasm. he was being so cute and silly as he blew flying kisses to you while helping perform tricks and interacting with the sea lion, then when asked if he was here with someone today and if he'd like to give a shoutout, he proudly points at you and proclaims "that's the love of my life right there!" the crowd around you couldn't help but gush at his romantic declaration.

ꕤ as you and umemiya walk into the serene, dimly lit fish aquarium, he notices how the soft blue illumination of the tanks cast an ethereal glow on your face, and umemiya couldn't resist stealing a kiss from you, catching you by surprise from his spontaneous smooch.

ꕤ under the shimmering light of the fish tanks, umemiya pulls you close, whispering to you: "today has been the most amazing day and i'm glad i got to spend it with you." his voice filled with sincerity, as you two walk out of the aquarium hand in hand. "also, did you know my love for you is deeper than the ocean, my sea anemone?" he adds, as you giggle at his chosen pet name.

ꕤ he surprises you with a coral keychain from the gift shop, because he says it reminds him of you. corals bring life to the ocean, and you know how umemiya loves his plants, which provides the oxygen that we breathe, so he says you are like a coral that breathes life into him. (how cute is that!)

ʚɞ togame -

ꕤ togame actually went and bought the aquarium tickets for both of you, because he remembered how much of a marine life advocate you were, to the point that you detested plastic straws because of their detrimental effects on the turtles. he thought it was cool how every ticket bought contributed to help save the sea turtles, and at the same time, you two could also get a fun date out of it.

ꕤ he actually stops and reads the facts about the sea creatures and he tells you about the ones that he finds interesting, but he ends up unintentionally getting real smooth with it and tries to woo you (even if you two are already together).

ꕤ "did you know sea otters hold hands or grab onto each other while sleeping so they won't drift apart? maybe we should try that next time too." togame says as he grasps your hand in his, demonstrating his recently learned fact.

ꕤ by the time you two got to his favorite part, the turtles (it's your favorite too, since it reminds you of him), he would look at the sea turtles with you with so much affection.

ꕤ you point at the mating turtles and giggle, tugging on togame's shishitoren jacket and telling him to look at it. he chuckles and says: "us when we get home later." half jokingly.

ꕤ you two also attended an environmental awareness talk hosted by the aquarium on sea turtles, as togame wraps an arm around you, but his attention seems to be immersed in the talk, while your eyes were fixated on him, feeling a sense of wonder not just for the turtles, but also for togame, who was nodding and listening intently, and it reminded you of how much of a good listener he is to you too.

ꕤ you and togame get matching turtle keychains from the gift shop as a souvenir of your aquarium date. the keychains were the magnetic type, so they click together whenever you two are near each other, accentuating the fact that you two are each other's other half and are very, very attracted to one another.

ʚɞ kaji -

ꕤ kaji (sort of) won the aquarium tickets at the tonpu shopping district raffle, and he was extremely baffled because he doesn't even recall signing up for anything, but it turns out that kusumi and enomoto frantically entered his name daily, as soon as they overheard you mentioning to kaji that you wanted to go to the aquarium with him someday.

ꕤ you excitedly pulled kaji to go watch the dolphin show together, oblivious to the faded "splash zone" sign on your seat, resulting to getting quite a bit drenched despite his attempts to shield you with his arm. kaji blushed furiously and tried his best to look away when he realized he could see a glimpse of your undergarments through your top.

ꕤ he quickly pulled his hoodie over his head and handed it to you, telling you to put it on. with kaji only in a shirt in the chilly aquarium, you insisted he wait outside while you ventured into the gift shop. you returned a minute later to gift him a hoodie that you bought, adorned with cute baby dolphins and the words "i love dolphins" on it, proudly gifting it to him.

ꕤ he said "no way in hell am i wearing that." but he couldn't resist the sad look in your eyes as you pleaded with him: "please? for me, ren?" and that was all it took. for some reason, kaji just can't say no to you. you held too much power over him. he huffed and muttered a "fine", grumbling while reluctantly putting on the dolphin hoodie.

ꕤ you tried to take a picture of him wearing it, but he grabbed your hand and held it to drag you off to the other sea creature exhibits.

ꕤ upon reaching the shark tanks, you playfully nudge kaji to get his attention. "that looks like you whenever you're angry, ren!" you exclaim as you point at a shark gnawing at its food. "is this your way of telling me that you want me to bite you?" kaji looked at you like he was a predator and you were his prey. you blushed as he blamed you for starting it in the first place. kaji also blushed furiously as he realized the implications of what he just said.

ꕤ as you walk home together, kaji shoves a lollipop into your hands, but not just any lollipop - a shark shaped one, and says he just got it for you as thanks for the hoodie. but deep inside, you knew that kaji got it for you because he wanted you to think of him (and maybe of him biting you).

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[forsworned]

Hiii, i’m quite new to your page but i just read a few fic and they’re so good!!! i was wondering if you could do like a part two of simon x sister reader where reader and johnny like get together and it’s just a cute giggly fic between them all ??? 🖤 Thank you.

AHhhh why did I know this was coming! Secretly I put that in there so someone could request it heheheh but thank you!! I can totally do that for you <3

"What do I wear!?"

You scramble around your room, tossing top after top, dress after dress onto your floor. Simon sighs as he takes the last sip of his tea and sets it down on the coffee table before he gets up to climb the steps.

"[name], we've talked about this don't--fuckin' hell..." He mutters, taking a gander at the gargantuan piles of clothes all over the room. He runs a hand over his face.

"I have nothing to wear!" You cry out, with handfuls of clothing in your hands.

He can't help himself from chuckling at your apprehension to seeing his long-time friend, Johnny, It's endearing as hell to see you so flustered, doing things that you should be doing. Living for you and not him. "Wear this."

He tosses the dress in your direction and you catch it, glancing down at the fabric and feeling the organza and hand-stitched sequin. "You think?"

"I know." He replies, walking out of your room nonchalantly.

"Steamin' Jesus..." Johnny murmurs, when you open the front door in the dress that Simon picked out. He's holding a boquet of your favorite flowers, expression completely flustered as he takes you in. "You look beautiful, [name]."

You feel the blood rushing to your face. "O-oh, thank you, Johnny."

It's like Simon isn't even there, but he eyes the both of you for the moment. The attraction between you both is so palpable. He clears his throat. "You two done gawpin' at each other?"

You both go visibly rigid, the atmosphere shifting from heated anticipation to awkward tension as you struggle to regain your composure.

Johnny's cheeks redden as he scratches the back of his head. "Aye, just tryna warm up to the prettiest lass in the room."

Something about the way Johnny is so effortlessly cool, funny, and flirty really got your blood flowing. His sparkly baby blues fixate on your and you feel your whole face heat up.

"Eep! Let's go already!" You grab your jacket and race out the door. Simon and Johnny share an amused look before they follow you out. Naturally, the Scotsman is a gentleman. He's relaxed, laidback and flirty no matter where he goes. Every environment is his natural environment.

He knows how to make you comfortable and not in a sleazy way. How to make you laugh your ass off, til you're snorting out the soda right out of your nose really.

"Woah!" He chuckles, grabbing a handful of napkins and dabs at your nose. "You alright there, lassie?"

"Fine!" You continue to giggle, holding the napkin to your nose. You didn't even feel embarrassed. For the first time in a really long time, you were feeling...at ease. And Simon's laughter slowly dissipates when he sees the look of tranquility wash over you. His eyes soften at the sweet interaction between the two of you. He could get used to living like this.

"Simon, you cryin'?" Johnny ribs at him. But Simon is quickly wiping away at the tear in the corner of his eye with the back of his thumb.

"Shut yer yap." He grumbles back. "Jus happy is all."

And of course, you begin to blubber that. Seeing Simon content gets you all types of ridiculously emotional and soon the waterworks break out.

"You done got the lassie emotional." Johnny laughs, curling his taut, muscular arms around you as he holds you close to him. The smell of cologne brings you solace, practically melting you into his arms. Admittedly, Simon gets emotional all over again.

[jaysfavoritee]

arsonist | p.js

PAIRING. prince!park jongseong x reader

GENRE. angst

CAUTIONS. brief mention of blood

SYNOPSIS. In another world where Park Jongseong did not have to uphold himself to be the strongest, he would have an easier time forgiving you.

PLAYLIST. arsonist, halsey

HAVE YOU EVER GIVEN THE WORLD TO SOMEBODY AS A GIFT AND HAD IT RETURNED?

“I do,” is a statement that comes out of his mouth with the dullness of a crayon that had been left unused for a long while. Its color won't be used, no, but its color remains. It's intact just like the rest of his pieces that hold him up together and he refuses to tell you about it.

Hatred is such a strong thing. Jongseong doesn’t prefer to hate. He would rather deal with the drag of the carpet on his skin when he lays down, staring up at the ceiling, knowing that he would be scolded by his father. He would rather experience the humiliation that he goes through quite too frequently than hate someone.

Yet, you somehow found a way to slither into these parts of himself, and he absolutely hates you for it.

White is a fascinating shade to him as it brings forth the nothingness that lingers but is something that represents purity and innocence, beauty and allure, something that should be of living. Memories to be celebrated like sparkly champagne that burns in your throat to remind you of the air that keeps you warm.

Though he stands on this altar, in front of a woman that he doesn’t know the name of, wearing a shade that should celebrate this marriage, he can only think of charcoal and the midnight sky instead, and in some way, it’s all so familiar.

ARSONIST BURNING DOWN THE WORLD TO FEEL ITS HEAT.

In the coldest days of winter, where he would embrace the frost and blue and white and all of the ice that had accumulated beneath his boots, the feeling is undeniably estranged. Blood of his scraped and cut-up hands like paper drips onto the snow, all drenched in white—the innocence he had desperately sought. The purity that he had associated with white was its representative, only to be tainted by the plethora of plasma, sinking deep into the frozen water.

How could you?

He looks into the eyes of his mother, said queen, dead eyes that hold a handful of bones and leaves, crawling out like vines that are coughing. Rose petals have already withered as they mirror Jongseong’s two irises, feel all the same, and look all the same, but they never are. Is that how you felt? Should he feel like this?

“You’re going to do great things, aren’t you, son?” His father sings the words into his ears, but it isn’t quite reaching him. His chest is heavy with a pile of something—what could it be? It’s hard to describe, he really can’t describe it, but it’s the heaviest feeling. It’s heavier than an anchor, it’s heavier than all of the water that flows in a sea, it’s heavier than the ring that is kept wrapped around his finger, it’s heavier than anything he’s ever had to hold. Of course, he has to hold it; who else would?

Jongseong knows the bucket he holds, such clear and shiny liquid he tells himself, it’s so transparent. It’s already as if he knows the answer himself. This liquid, clear, nothing it holds like the purity of white or the prestige of such gold, or the sadness attached to the navy, but it holds danger. You could see the danger so clearly.

Something else that Jongseong knows is that this bucket isn’t as heavy as everything else he had to endure. Rather, it’s light as a snowflake that lands on his jacket, he doesn’t feel it but he knows it’s there. Or, it’s as light as a match that balances between his fingers.

He also knows that it wasn’t as difficult to set the kingdom aflame. It’s what it took to watch everything around him relax and limp, the scent of wood burning and blazing. The burn lingers, nasty even, and he could do nothing but watch.

That’s what you did, as well. You watched him play with the clear liquid and the match that might as well be his only friend. It’s not something you’d like to see, but you did anyway because he was a bastard and you found it comforting.

Death is quite comforting, Jongseong concludes, as he begins to see the life of the kingdom dying. The pillars that melt, the raging brightness of such danger, fuels him more than anything. It fuels him the more he does it, and it went from the death of the royalty that he was well part of, to the death of the trees and the bushes and the smell of the color auburn will forever haunt him. He thinks because of that, he died too, but it’s taking too long for it to be in effect.

THE ARSONIST DOESN’T FEEL THE EMBERS ON HIS FEET.

You were that purity and innocence. You were the beauty of everything and nothing all at once because Jongseong admired you for everything you were and were not. How could someone feel like the warmth of midday somewhere in July, but so distant that the warmth is somewhat an illusion? Am I really feeling this warmth?

He hated you for all that he couldn’t piece together. He was sure he had it written down to the core, but the paper would crumple or the pen’s ink would fade, dancing and once more, dying.

Are you proud to be the one thing that ends up killing him?

Jongseong didn’t throw on his jacket as he faced the harsh, cold wind. He faced himself for what he could never bear because it’s easier to do that than to face what he’s known forever. He sleeps in a fantasy that the color auburn would not exist or the scent of something burning would make him forget, but it always makes him remember.

Have you ever woken from a dream just to realize that you’re still asleep?

The shame that builds within his arms is not strong enough compared to the numbness on his lips. It’s something he cannot feel as he rubs the tip of his finger alongside the cracked bundle of skin and muscle. Do you hear him for what he is? He cannot see what’s around him as he wishes to go back to a moment in time when he hadn’t met you, because ever since his life felt like it was in a constant state of burning and mourning.

Though, he fell in love with this feeling.

ARSONIST, YOUR HUMAN STARTER KIT CAME INCOMPLETE.

The burning scent of a tree or a house is different than the scent of a human. He would constantly burn his skin for what it’s worth because he’d always take the blame, so it stings, it pulses, it taunts, it exists, but he doesn’t mind. The burning scent is something that will always fill his nostrils more than the scent of bread being served at a bakery, or the scent of his bride’s perfume lingering into the air that smells like a mix of everything he hates, including the scent of your favorite scarf, like auburn.

Though he wishes to smell it, he wishes to pinpoint what it is to exist alongside the wood, alongside the fire, alongside the cold snow outside, alongside the beating of his heart, alongside everything he knows and what he doesn’t.

In another world where he didn’t have to be placed as someone important, he would take the opportunity to pour the clear liquid on your clothes, on your skin, including your favorite scarf, so all of it could wither away from his mind. He doesn’t want you to stay anymore, yet, you’d stay stubbornly.

He wishes that you would take the time to get away because he understands that if you did, he would probably be less dangerous than what he is. He wouldn’t have to know by heart what it does to be consumed by the fire that he had created on his own. One day, he might even walk into the flames he birthed, for a reason or no reason at all.

Warmth in contrast to the coldness that stings as he lays on the piles of snow in front of your gravestone, and he told himself that he’d clean it up, but that’s only if he’d ever get to it. He thinks about burning your gravestone every so often, but decides against it, because he doesn’t want you to be consumed by his faults.

He’ll always hate you for it.

MY APOLOGIES, ARSONIST, YOU LOVED ME.

[kingofpopmj]

I'm The Light Of The World, I'll Feel Grand

June 24, 2009

Summary: Michael brings his wife and kids to work. He’s preparing for This Is It, his final tour, and his family can’t wait to watch in on rehearsals.

Pairings: Michael Jackson x Reader

Warnings: Family time, lots of fluff in the first half. The second half is a bit sad, but I wrote this based on what I feel Michael deserved from the world. This story is in a format that works if you only want to read the first half. (Stop reading at The Aftermath, if the sad part isn’t for you.)

*Y/N’s POV*

I smiled as I watched my husband struggling to untangle our daughter, Mavis’ leotard. There was so much tulle, his hands kept disappearing as he fought with the small clamps.

“Babe, do you need me to do it?”

“No, I got it.”

“Are you sure?” I teased.

“I am.” He winked at me, making me feel a rush of giddiness.

*flashback*

“Y/N? You haven’t said anything.”

“I’m not sure what to say. I wasn’t expecting this.”

“Neither was I, but here we are.”

“Are you sure?”

“Are you not?” He shot back.

“I am.”

*end of flashback*

“Mom!” Carver, our son’s voice carried through the house, I rushed down the hallway to his room. “He won’t give it back!” He pointed angrily at his younger brother.

“Idris, sweetie, give your brother his shoe.” I bit back a laugh, crossing my arms and leaning against the doorframe.

“He started it! Mom, he hid my pants!”

“Boys, we need to leave soon. Daddy has to be at work. Please finish getting ready. No more stealing each other’s clothing.”

“Fine.” Carver stretched, feeling around the top shelf of his bookcase, revealing blue jeans. “Trade?” The two boys quickly snatched their belongings and backed away from one another.

“Thank you.” I spun around, I had to finish getting ready myself and make breakfast, walking down the hallway I run into our daughter Sade, wearing my high heels. “What do we have here?”

“Hi mommy.” She giggled, she had her daddy’s smile. The perfect smile.

“How about we make a deal. You wear your own shoes and I’ll let you pick out anything of mommy’s to wear today.”

“Yes!” She kicked off my heels, sprinting over to my closet. “This one!”

“Yeah?” I saw the sparkly white clutch she selected. “This was a gift from your daddy, when he took me to the Grammy Awards with him.”

“Really?” Her eyes went wide, she loved hearing our stories.

“Yes.”

“When?” She asked excitedly, tugging at my arm, she pulled me over to the loveseat, waiting for more details.

“It was in 1984.”

“What’s this?” She pulled out a necklace. “Did daddy give this to you too?”

“Yes—”

“Tell me everything!” She interrupted me, kicking her feet happily.

*flashback*

“I got you something” Michael smiled, I love his smile.

“You didn’t have to do this.”

“Open it.” He was growing impatient. I knew he wanted to see my reaction to his gift.

“Oh— wow.” The box held inside of it the most beautiful clutch purse. It was white and had intricate beading all along the surface. It matched my dress perfectly. “Michael.” I was speechless. “It’s beautiful. Thank you so much.” I threw my arms around him. There was nothing I loved more than being in his arms.

“Y/N.” He pulled away, his hand reached up to my chin to look into my eyes. “Y/N.”

“Yes?”

“I love you.”

I stared at him blankly. I couldn’t explain how those words made me feel. Especially, coming from him. He was my everything and he didn’t even know it.

“You—”

“Yes. I love you.” He interrupted me, knowing exactly what I was thinking. He hated when I doubted myself.

“I love you.”

“Yeah?” He asked me with a nervous smile spreading across his face. I nodded quickly, leaning into his chest. “Look.” He pulled a locket out of his pocket, the shiny gold finish was stunning, but when I realized it was much more than that my heart began pounding faster.

“It’s our names.” My thumb glided over the engraving.

“Yes. I have a matching one.” He pointed to his chest, where it dangled, clipped to his blue bedazzled jacket. “And if you look on the other side, I left an open space.”

“For?”

“For our children’s names.”

“You really thought of everything.” I stated simply, trying to conceal the deep blush heating up my face. His words had such an effect on me. They always did.

“For you, I think of everything. I have a plan now.”

“Can I know the plan?”

“You’re going to be my wife one day. God willing we will have a big beautiful family. I’ll wake up next to you every morning for the rest of my life.”

“That sounds like a wonderful plan.”

*end of flashback*

“Ta-da!” Michael cheered, entering the room with our daughter by his side.

“I want to be a ballerina too!” Sade pouted, seeing her twin sister dressed up and holding daddy’s hand was just too much.

“Come on. Let’s get you in your leotard and tiara your highness.” Michael held his hand out, which she gladly took.

“Mommy!” She turned around, pointing her little finger at me. “I want to hear the rest of the story later.” I nodded as she tiptoed out the room.

I took the opportunity to check on our eldest daughters, Naila and Kya. After checking their rooms, which turned out to be empty, I knew exactly where they were. I made my way downstairs, the smell of eggs hit me immediately.

“Well, if it isn’t my two favorite chefs.” I smiled, kissing them both on the top of their heads. “What are you preparing for us today?”

“I’m making pancakes, eggs and bacon. Ky is on smoothie duty.”

“It smells delicious. Do you need any help?”

“Can we pack lunches? So we can have a picnic in the arena like we used to when we were little?” Kya spoke, smiling nervously, tying her hair up.

“I love that idea. I’m not sure we have time to pack lunches. We can pick up—”

“Pizza?!”

“Yes.” My girls gave each other a high five before breaking out in a celebratory dance.

“Check this out!” Our youngest son, Johan ran into the kitchen with sock covered feet, spinning quickly then dropping to his knees.

“You’re gonna hurt yourself. Again.” Naila teased.

“Dad does it. He doesn’t get hurt.” He stood up, rubbing his knees discreetly.

“He’s a professional.” She shot back.

“Yeah, well— you’re a butt.”

“Okay, okay, apologize to your sister then go get some shoes on.” I hugged him, tickling his under arms.

“Sorry Naaillaaaaa.” He said through his laughter.

“Food is ready mom.”

“You should do the honors honey.” I moved to set the table as I saw a big smile spread across Naila’s face.

*Michael’s POV*

“Attention Jackson household, breakfast is ready you fools! Get downstairs now if you want to eat.” Naila announced from downstairs.

“Fools?” Mavis and Sade repeated confused, I bit my lip, shaking my head.

“She’s just teasing.”

“Daddy, can we dance with you today?”

“Yes, babygirl you can always dance with me.”

“I want to sing with you.”

“I’d love that.” I beamed at the idea of having them on stage with me. They made me so happy. “Now, let’s go eat! I’ll race you!” I took off down the hall.

“That’s not fair we got little legs!”

They were laughing, chasing me closely, I stopped at the stairs, holding their hands as we descended the steps.

“Hey babe.” I moved to kiss my wife. “Is everyone else down here?”

“Yes, you’re late.” Her hands rested on my chest, looking up at me with those beautiful eyes.

“Well, I guess you’ll just have to punish me later.” I whispered in her ear.

“Can you guys not?” Carver complained, covering his eyes.

“Look away kid.” I shot back, kissing Y/N’s cheek repeatedly, her giggles filling the kitchen.

Breakfast went smoothly. The kids were really excited for the day. We were all buckled up in the limousine we had for the day, when Johan spoke up.

“Daddy, are those guys gonna follow us again?” He was referring to the paparazzi. They get pretty intense sometimes.

“Yes, I’m sorry, it’ll only be for a little while.”

“Can I wear my wolf mask?”

“Of course.” Ever since I showed him the Thriller short film he’s been convinced he’s part werewolf. And, I just don’t have the heart to tell him otherwise.

Our driver turned the car on, moving down our long driveway, I watched as the tall gates opened slowly, the sun was shining brightly in a clear blue sky. It was a perfect day.

“Are all the backup singers and dancers going to be there?” Carver asked.

“Yes. The entire crew, so we will all be on our best behavior, correct?” I was met with eight smiles, nodding in agreement.

“I still say you should’ve let me sit in on the dancers auditions.”

“Why is that?”

“They’re really pretty.”

“The auditions were held to help find the best dancers for the job, not to find you a date.”

“Dad, two birds, one stone.”

“You sound like you’re Uncle Randy.” He lifted his chin, smiling brightly. “Yeah, that’s not a compliment.”

“Burn!” Naila clapped obnoxiously, she loves when I tease anyone but her.

My wife was seated next to me, holding my hand as we watched our kids joke around with each other. I never thought I’d have this. I’m a husband and a father. My most precious of dreams came true and I still struggle to believe it’s real.

“I love you.” I said to Y/N, bringing her hand to my lips.

“I love you.” She looked back at me, her stare still made me feel flustered. After all these years the effect she has on me has only grown stronger with each passing day. I don’t understand how it’s possible, but I’ve come to understand that with her, anything is possible.

Thankfully, when we arrived at the Staples Center the local police department had already enforced a barricade, so all we had to do was run inside. It felt like deja-vu, all of the musicians that I’ve worked with throughout my career, a few new faces, but, nonetheless, a bittersweet feeling.

“The kids are beautiful.” Siedah complimented, hugging Y/N and I. “They are so sweet. I’ve missed them.”

“Thank you.” Y/N replied, glancing at them as they danced around the stage.

“They were excited to see their Aunt Sid.”

“Good. It’s going to be so fun, all of us in London together.”

“They can’t wait. This is the first time for our youngest to see their dad perform, so I’m a little nervous.”

“Nothing to be nervous about.” Kenny Ortega cut in, clapping his hand on my shoulder. “The stage is set. Everything is perfect. There is one problem though.”

“What is it?”

“We don’t have anyone to test out the cherry picker.”

“Cherry picker!” One of the kids yelled as they all rushed over.

“Oh no.” Y/N looked at me nervously.

“Can we please come with you dad?” Johan begged, tugging at my shirt. “Please!”

I made eye contact with my wife, panicking over the fact that we completely forgot to talk this over. She shrugged, knowing they weren’t going to no for an answer.

“Okay, but one at a time.” She said sternly. “You have to be careful.”

“Awesome!” Our youngest twins celebrated.

“I want to go first!” Khari raised his hand.

“Hold on, I don’t want any fighting, you guys have to draw straws or something, make it fair.”

“Yes!” They scurried off and my wife laughed, shaking her head.

“I’m surprised you said yes.” I put my arm around her.

“Well, they were excited. Plus, I can’t exactly tell them they can’t do something I’ve done plenty of times.”

“Good point.”

“They’ll be with you, so they’ll be safe.”

“Exactly.”

“We used to ride it all the time, remember?”

“Yes dear, I remember that wasn’t all you rode.” I whispered flirtatiously against her cheek.

“Michael!” The whisper shouted, pinching my butt. “You’re so bad.”

“That was a good one. You’ve got to admit it.”

“Mhmm.” She smirked, leaning into my embrace.

Before I knew it, the kids were running back to us, screaming frantically that they were ready for the cherry picker.

Our eleven year old, Khari was first to accompany me. The biggest smile on his face the whole time. We waved down at Y/N, his siblings and the crew. Out of all the times I’ve ridden a cherry picker, which is many, nothing will ever top experiencing it with my kids. These are my favorite cherry picker moments.

“Will they have pizza in London?” Sade asked curiously, tomato sauce all over her face.

“Yes.”

“Cool.”

“I want to dance on stage with you and Uncles.” Mavis stated, that’s how she did things, she said what she wanted and didn’t asked questions.

“Maybe we can arrange that.” I smiled wide, pinching her cheek. Y/N looked at me surprised, but we always knew that the kids would be in the spotlight. We could only hold it off for so long.

“I’d get tickets to see that.” My wife clapped.

“My number one fan.” I leaned forward to kiss her, earning a few groans from our children.

“Dad, it was awesome! I can’t wait to see rehearsals again tomorrow.” Naila complimented.

“You really want to come again?”

“Yes.”

“Totally, there’s zombies here!” Khari yelled.

“Plus, Auntie Siedah gives us marshmallows when we do vocal warm ups with her.” Kya did her little happy dance, taking another bite of her cheesy bread.

“That would mean the world to me.” They mean the world to me. They are my world. They are the reason I wake up every morning with a smile on my face.

“Dad, you’re the coolest! I can’t wait until I can dance like you.” Mavis gave me a thumbs up.

“Thank you honey. And, you already do dance like me. All of you do. It’s in your DNA.”

“I’m getting better at my moonwalk, but you’re still the best.” Carver commented.

“You know, your mom is a pretty good dancer too.” I laughed loudly as my wife hid behind me while our kids screamed in surprise.

“Dad, you’ve never told us. What was it like before we were born? Touring?” Naila questioned, a nervous smile on her face.

“It was fun. Honestly, I’ve never loved touring, but a few things made it worth while.”

“Like what?”

“Luckily, I had your mom. She brought a lot of joy, she was always there for me and it was an added bonus to be able to travel the world with my favorite person.”

“Do you think— what if we— what if it’s not as fun with us there?”

“Are you crazy? It’ll be even better! The eight of you make everything better.” Y/N nodded along as I explained.

Today, was hands down the best rehearsals I’ve ever experienced. My family is definitely my good luck charm.

“You’re going to have some stunt doubles for tomorrow.” Y/N giggled, clearing her throat before finishing her announcement. “Please, put your hands together for Carver, Naila, Kya, Idris, Khari, Mavis, Sade and Johan, The Jacksons!”

She stepped aside, giving the kids space to run into the room, dressed in different clothing items inspired by my career. It left me absolutely speechless.

“Wow.”

“The costume department helped us out.” My wife said, walking over to sit beside me on the couch.

“Do I look cool dad?” Johan asked.

“Yes, you look better than me!” He was wearing a little white suit like the one I wore for Smooth Criminal. “Wow. You really surprised me”

“Good. It was tough to keep a secret.” Y/N said, leaning her head on my shoulder.

“I’m sleeping in this.” Sade said, she was wearing the black and white Thriller jacket.

“Sure.” I chuckled. “I’m not sure it’ll be that comfortable.”

“It looks cool. That’s what matters.” She snapped her fingers, grinning at her mother and I.

I sat back in awe, thanking god for the blessings in front of me. I couldn’t imagine my life without my babies. We spent another hour together, laughing and playing games until it was time for bed. I had to explain how important it was to get a full nights rest, especially on rehearsal days. I tucked in my kids, kissing them all on the forehead and reading short stories to our youngest before climbing into bed with my beautiful wife.

I couldn’t contain the happiness in my heart. The excitement of another day surrounded by love kept me awake. I prayed everyday could be like this. I love my wife. I love my kids.

I couldn’t wait for morning to come and wake up to the light from the sun rising.

Tomorrow was just a few hours away.

The Aftermath...

June 26th, 2009

*Y/N’s POV*

I sat in the living room, watching as Katherine, LaToya and Janet played outside with our younger children. They didn’t understand what was going on, I knew they’d start asking questions very soon. I was determined to be strong enough to explain it to them, but for now I had to fight to keep it together in front of them. I had to be strong.

“Mom, look dad is on the cover.” Our eldest twins, Naila and Carver, sat on either side of me, placing a newspaper in my lap. Kya and Idris followed behind, sitting at my feet. They were surrounding me with love and protection. Whether they knew it or not, they were my strength.

“You guys, you shouldn’t read—”

“It’s actually beautiful.” Naila cut me off softly. “They said a lot about dad. I didn’t even know half of it— I think you should read it too.” She sniffled, leaning her head on my shoulder. I quickly wrapped my arm around her.

“I haven’t read it— haven’t been able to get through it on my own. Can I read it out loud for us?” Carver squeezed my hand, passing his sister tissues.

“Yeah, I want to hear it.” Kya spoke, Idris nodding in agreement.

“Go ahead.” I whispered.

“That’s so cool. Dad really did all of that?” Carver questioned, leaning back into the couch.

“Yes, he did.”

“He always told us stories, but I thought he was joking, like when he said him and Auntie Janet filmed the Scream video in space.” Idris laughed sadly, playing with his shoelaces.

“He always told you guys the truth, however he did enjoy sprinkling in some jokes.” I smiled, looking down at the photo of the front page.

“Wait.” Kya spoke up, staring at us suspiciously. “Who’s the inside source?”

“Honey, that’s just something they say, it was probably dad’s people. Sometimes they have to speak to the media.”

“Oh.” She threw her hands in the air. “I thought I was breaking bread with a snitch.”

“There’s no snitches here. Relax. People are going to be very curious about you. All of you. This little piece of our lives might hold them off for a bit.”

“What do you mean?” Idris asked, judging from the confused looks I was getting, it was easy to assume they all needed clarification.

“Dad, he means so much to his fans. They are going to want to know you guys better. It’ll be overwhelming at times, but they mean well. Think of it this way, their love for dad is so pure, so powerful, there’s enough to go around. The way they care, support and protect him is being extended to you.”

“What about you?” Carver’s voice softened.

“I’m included.”

“Do we have to speak in front of everyone?” Naila questioned, her voice was a bit shaky.

“Yeah, are we all speaking at the— at dad’s— the event.” Kya finished, struggling to say memorial service. I understood.

“You don’t have to speak, I know it’s a lot to process right now, but if you want to, I’ll support that.”

July 7th, 2009

“Y/N?” I felt a hand on my shoulder, I blinked rapidly, trying to understand what was going on. Chris Tucker was standing in front of me, a sad smile on his face. “I’ll walk you up there.”

I took a moment to glance around, so many faces, some I knew some I didn’t. A sea of black wardrobe confirmed my nightmare. My eyes landed on Katherine, my mother-in-law. She stood up, her hand gently taking mine, pulling me into her.

“He’ll always be with you. He’ll always be able to hear you. This is for you— tell the world what he meant to you. He was more— he was special.” I thought to myself was that doesn’t feel right. It’s not right. “Tell them how much you loved my boy. How much he loved you and his babies. Do it for them.” I swallowed hard loved isn’t right. This is all wrong. She looked over at our children, her grandchildren. They each had a different expression on their face, each one unreadable.

This can’t be happening.

I took Chris’ arm, he’s godfather to our youngest and has been a dear friend of ours for many years. The short walk up the steps felt unbearable. The shine from the gold casket off to the side, calling for my attention, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t look.

“Can you stay?” I asked like a scared child.

“Of course.” He nodded, standing beside me.

My hand moving to touch the microphone briefly, the cold plastic sent a shock through my fingers— it’s real. This is real.

“Hello, thank you all for being here this morning.” I paused, turning my head slightly to see a giant screen displaying a picture of my husband. He’s smiling. I love his smile. I took that picture, in 1993. “My Michael— Michael.” I stopped again, taking a deep breath, before starting again. “My husband, Michael, the incredible man that gave me eight beautiful children and a lifetime of memories. My best friend.” My throat started closing up, so I took another deep breath. “Michael and I met when we were six years old. After weeks of shyly smiling and waving at one another. Finally, one of us built up the courage on a random Saturday afternoon, unfortunately, it wasn’t me.” I chuckled softly at the memory. “An incessant tapping came from my bedroom window. When I pushed back the curtains, I came face to face with the boy who lived across the street, he had a big grin on his face and he pointed to the latch. So, I quickly pushed the window open with his help, he titled his head as if to size me up, then asked, ‘You like water balloons?’ to which I crossed my arms and responded ‘You like water guns?’ he laughed, hard and his laugh, his sweet laugh, it was contagious.” I glanced down at our kids, trying like hell to keep it together. “We were inseparable from that point on.” I noticed our youngest Johan, hold his hand up as he kept his eyes locked on the screen behind me. I turned around to see a picture of Michael and I as teenagers. “That was our prom night. It took him ages to find the perfect tie to match my dress. Michael took me to my prom because he insisted I’d only have fun if I was with him. He was right. Many experiences in my life wouldn’t have been as memorable without Michael. He makes everything better.” I could feel him with me. I could feel him urging me to continue. “I knew I was in love with him, my heart knew before I did. We made a conscious decision, we chose one another long before understanding what that truly meant. He is my everything.” I closed my eyes, the pain in my heart brought my mind to an instant halt. My head hung low as I tried to find the strength to continue. A gentle applause filled my ears, leading me to believe I was daydreaming, until I felt a presence by my side, then someone took my hand. Nervously, I opened my eyes, seeing my children standing around me.

“We’re with you.” Carver spoke, hugging me tightly. “Can I speak after you? For dad.”

“Of course.”

“Me too.” Kya spoke.

“I want to tell daddy I love him.” Mavis stated.

“I want to talk to daddy too.” Johan reached up, silently asking for me to pick him up, so I did.

“Go ahead Carv.” He nodded, taking a deep breath while fixing his tie.

“Hello, my name is Carver, I’d like to thank every person in attendance today and those watching at home. The support from all over the world these past few days has meant a great deal to my family and I.” He fixed his tie once more, smiling down at the red band on his arm, just like his dad. “My dad, he’s many things to the world, but to me, he’s my hero. I was five years old when I first saw him perform. He was awesome. It was always unreal seeing him on stage, but I’ll never forget the first time. I think back to that day often and I could feel the emotions I felt as a five year old watching his hero. Although he’s an incredible talent, his dancing, singing, his everything. It’s just so incredible, so indescribable, but somehow, there is one thing he’s even better at. I don’t know how it’s possible to be this gifted in so many areas, but he is. He is an even better father than an entertainer. And I mean that in the best way possible. He’s untouchable in both fields. He’s the best dad. I love you dad and I miss you so much already.” Carver completed his speech, moving to stand next to me as Naila stepped forward.

“Hi, I’m Naila, thank for being here today to honor my father.” She was choking back tears, looking back at me for comfort, then continuing. “I wanted to say a few words about my dad. He was— is— he is so full of life. I just can’t talk about him in past tense. I just can’t. I refuse to. My dad, he’s always there for me, for all of us. My entire life, I’ve never gone a day without him. One of my favorite things about him is how much he taught us, he instilled the belief in us that knowledge is power and we should always be eager to learn. When I was six I started playing the piano, my dad was super excited about it, he used to joke about forming our own band with him and my siblings, although deep down I think he actually wanted it. I used to laugh along with him, telling him that would be embarrassing, but deep down I wanted nothing more than to play music with my dad— to hang out with him all the time. Even if it meant having to wear matching outfits like his Jackson 5 days. I’d do it. I’d do anything for him. Dad, thank you for everything— thank you for teaching me so much, loving me, being mom’s best friend, giving me seven siblings that are really annoying, but that I am very grateful for. I love you so much dad. I can’t wait to create music with you again someday. I love you.” She went to stand beside Chris, holding his hand and leaning into him.

I moved forward, Jo still in my arms, he was excited to speak.

“I’m Johan!” Our youngest yelled into the microphone, causing the crowd to laugh. “My dad is super cool, he makes the best scrambled eggs. He helped me paint my room blue and we built a tree house, so that’s cool too.” He smiled at me, looking more like his daddy by the second. “He taught me how to spin like him, play monopoly and floss.” He loved speaking into the microphone, so I let him keep going. “He tells the best stories. For my birthday this year, he told me I was half-werewolf, but it only happens when there’s a full moon. He showed me how to build the best forts out of pillows and sheets. It was super fun, we’d have slumber parties in the living room with all of us. It’s so fun, you should try it sometime. My dad said that he liked them, but slumber parties with mommy were even better.” I was shocked, the audience began laughing loudly, if only I realized before today that our youngest son was a natural comedian. “I love my daddy. I love him and I miss his hugs.” He turned to me, hugging my head. “Bye. I love you daddy. Mommy, I’m done. Do you think daddy heard me?” The microphone picked up his question. I assured him that he did a great job and daddy definitely heard.

“I’m Kya. I never understood who my dad was to the world, until a few months ago, when we watched him announce his This Is It Tour. He was really nervous, thinking the world forgot and moved on without him. I’m so glad this was one instance where he was completely wrong. Thousands of you showed up to see him, millions of you tuned into the broadcast and it put the biggest smile on his face. Dad had taken us to work with him, the day before—before he left us. That day, it’ll be my favorite day for the rest of my life.” She took a deep breath, turning to glance at us quickly, then staring at the bedazzled glove on her hand. “It was an entire day spent with the people I love most, my family. I’ll never laugh as much as I did that day. I’ll never sing and dance around the way I did that day. I’ll never be the same again because I’ll never understand why this happened. Why he was taken from us. Dad, I love you so much.” She spoke through the tears falling down her face. “I love you so much. You’re the best dad I could’ve asked for. I wish you were here.” She wiped her face. “There are so many memories with you that I’ll cherish forever. Especially, the ones of us dancing around the kitchen, waiting for our homemade cookies to be taken out of the oven. Dad, I promise I’ll try to make you proud. I’ll never forget you and I’ll never stop loving you. I love you.”

“I love you dad.” Idris said into the microphone with his eyes closed. “I promise to be the best I can be, like how you taught me. I’ll give mom extra hugs everyday for you.” His eyes still shut as he took a moment for himself. “I’m Idris by the way, my dad, he’s just the best. I hope that I’m at least half of who he was when I get older. The other half like my mom, because she’s the best too. She’s been really strong for us. I’m thankful that my dad met my mom a really long time ago when they were young. I’m happy that they made me. I’m happy that they’re my parents. Thank you. I love you dad. A lot.” I smiled timidly at his thoughtfulness, even though he called me old, it was a beautiful speech.

“Hi, I’m Khari.” He was staring intently at the banners hanging from the ceiling of the arena, pictures of his dad from different stages of his life. “I love my dad.” He spoke softly, tapping his fingers on the podium. “I don’t want to live in a world without him. I’ve never had to, but I already know it’s not the same. The world is better with him here.” He seemed to be playing a song in his head to help him get through his speech. “I don’t know what else to say. Dad, I love you. Thank you for being my dad.” Khari stepped down, grabbing the microphone to hold for his sister’s.

“I love you daddy.” Mavis smiled softly.

“I love you!” Sade added. “This much daddy.” She opened her arms wide, stretching them out as much as possible.

I hugged my kids tight, telling them how proud I was of each of them. How proud their daddy would be and how much their words meant to him. I knew I had more to say, but I accepted that I’ll never have enough time to say all I need to. I had to say more, even if it wasn’t everything, it was enough. For now, it was enough.

“Michael, I adore you. I always have, I always will. Thank you for coming into my life and making it better than I could have ever imagined. I thank you for giving me eight beautiful, amazing, perfect pieces of you. I wouldn’t be able to get through this without them. My best friend, my heart, my Michael, I love you.”

I stepped down from the podium, guiding my babies back to our seats. When I sat down, I felt relieved. Relieved that I spoke and that part was over, but that feeling didn’t last long. The pain of being without the love of my life and the fear of having to live life without him began to set in again.

“That was beautiful sunshine.” Katherine voice was usually soothing, but today it was broken.

“Mama Kay.” I smiled weakly, tears falling down my face. “Thank you, I love you.”

The rest of the service was a blur. I don’t remember the car ride home, but here we are.

“Mommy, can I sleep in your room tonight?” Johan asked sadly.

“Of course.”

“I want to sleep with you too.” Kya ran into me, wrapping her arms around my torso.

“I’d love that.”

“What if we—” Carver covered his face with his hand, his shoulders moving up and down. He slowly walked over to me, burying his face in my shoulder.

“It’s okay.” I said, holding back tears of my own.

“Can we build forts in the living room? So we can all spend the night together.” He added.

“Like a slumber party?” Mavis questioned.

“Kinda.” Carver replied. We all agreed to get ready for bed and meet again downstairs for bedtime.

Our bedroom was dark. I walked over to the bathroom, removing my jewelry until the only thing left was my engagement and wedding ring.

With small steps, I went to sit on our bed, never looking away from my rings.

*flashback*

“I’ve carried this ring around with me since I was eighteen.” He whispered. “It was the first big purchase I made, because for years I dreamt about it. I dreamt about you, about us.”

“In this moment, it doesn’t matter how long it took me not to be afraid. How long it took me to tell you I loved you. How long it took me to ask you to be my girl. I’ll kick myself for the rest of my life because of it, but I’ve learned so much from my stupidity as well— I don’t want to waste time. I refuse to waste another second.”

“Michael—”

“You need to know I never doubted my love for you. I was never unsure when it came to you. In fact, you’re the only thing I’ve ever been sure of. I only doubted myself— I was only unsure of myself because I never thought I’d be enough for you. I never thought I deserved you, I still don’t. If I wasn’t enough for you, nothing and no one else mattered— no one compares. I rather be alone. But, I’ve learned that it’s not about any of that. It’s about choosing one another, choosing to be enough and choosing to grow together.”

“You are enough, you’re more than enough.” I choked out.

“Because I’ve finally chosen to be enough.” He answered simply— confidently. “After years and years of pulling you in just to push you away, I’m choosing from now until my last moment on this earth— I choose you. My heart, my soul, my mind choose you. I’ve always been yours. This ring is just a formality at this point.” He quietly laughed. “Y/N, I love you, I love you so much. Will you marry me?”

Slowly, I knelt down in front of him, trying to compose myself enough to get any words out. Our eyes glassy, the sound of our breathing being taken over by sniffling as we reached out for each other with trembling hands.

“I adore you.” I cupped his face, leaning in to kiss him. The tears were falling down my face uncontrollably, causing the words to get stuck in my throat. “I love you. Michael, you’re everything. My everything. I love you so much. I’m yours. I always have been.”

“Is that a yes?” He spoke loudly, holding my face, his eyes frantically studying my expression.

“Y-yes!” My voice failing me as I answered him. Michael pulled me into him tightly, leaving kisses all over my face with intense speed.

"I was not expecting a proposal."

"I'm glad I could surprise you." He smiled, wiping my tears away with his thumb. "I should probably put this on you now. What do you think?" I nodded eagerly, holding out my shaky hand.

He brought my hand to his lips, leaving a kiss before sliding the ring on my finger. No words felt sufficient in describing how I was feeling. I felt his arms tighten around my waist lifting me off the floor, quickly I wrapped my legs around him, we took in the moment- this moment.

The thumping of his heartbeat, the scent of his aftershave, the smoothness of his skin, the curve of his lips. My focus moved from his lips to his eyes. He's looking back at me, adoringly, with that gaze that's reserved for only me. I'll never understand what I did to deserve him, but I know I'll never take him for granted.

*end of flashback*

I held my left hand to my chest, over my heart, it took me longer than expected to control my breathing again. I propped myself up on my elbow, looking at the other side of our bed, the empty side, his side.

I squeezed my eyes shut, imagining he was here with me.

“I love you.” My throat ached, but I pushed through the best I could. “My heart will always be yours. I promise to take care of the kids. I promise to raise them the right way and teach them all the values we planned to teach them together. I promise I’ll do my best everyday no matter how painful each day will be without you. I promise to never take these rings off. I promise—” I leaned my head on his pillow. “I promise I’ll always love you. I promise to keep going like you’d want me to until the day we reunite. I love you. I love you. I love you.”

Then, for the first time since he left,

I heard Michael’s voice…

“Lovely, in all the ways I’ve pictured my life, you are always in it. You and I are inevitable. We are predestined. It’s in the stars. Everything in me chooses you. You are it. You’re the dream of all dreams. You’re my dream come true. I love you. I love you infinitely.”

How Michael & Y/N’s children’s names came to be.

[flwrkisses]

tiffany and co. — park sunghoon.

HAPPY HOON DAY! after seeing jakehoon's matching tiffany rings and their cute vlog at the tiffany store, i couldn't help but think... what if sunghoon was shopping for not only friendship rings with jake but also something special for you.

genre: fluff! established relationship. idol!sunghoon. ft. jake! long oneshot.

word count: 1.4k (english)

warnings: kissing.

everyone knew sunghoon was erratically indecisive. he would pick things up and put them back only to talk himself into linking it again and picking it up once more. it drove his members wild, so wild that jay had complained about not wanting to shop with your boyfriend anymore, simply because he took far too long to make a choice. that was where you came in, you never considered yourself to be extremely decisive nor have you ever been as indecisive as he was... but, something about you giving your honest opinion on things made him choose which items to take home way more efficiently. sunghoon would never admit it, but of he liked something and you thought it was lame, he automatically would talk himself into thinking it was lame in first place. making him set the item back on what ever rack or shelf he had originally found it on. so, when going shopping— in his mind— you were an essential factor.

however, on this shopping trip... you weren't able to join, leaving both him and jake alone in a store full of an expensive amount of jewelry. on his way in, he automatically thought about getting you something with his new tiffany brand deal. what kind of boyfriend would he be if he didn't get you everything you wanted within the resources he was given? he couldn't live with himself if he had gotten himself something nice and left you in the dust. so as soon as they entered the store he began looking at earrings. maybe it could have been something you would wear on special occasions like dates or fancy dinners with family... or holidays. he searched for something different, unique, and so delicately beautiful... all words that he often used to describe you and yet nothing bc stuck out to him.

after an hour and a half in the store, sunghoon began to get nervous. both him and jake had picked their friendship rings and now your boyfriend had been mindlessly browsing though the store to find something you'd actually enjoy. any other guy would have just grabbed the first pair of earrings or sparkly bracelet he came across but sunghoon just couldn't being himself to do that. especially with how practical he was. he wasn't going to get you something that would sit in your jewelry box and soon become forgotten because you didn't like it. that would be a waste. so despite his friend's impatience, he continued to look at each and every single piece of jewelry to find you something specifically for you.

luckily, after an additional 35 minutes, he found just what he was looking for. a necklace with a cursive letter 's'pendant. small, yet noticeable enough. after picking it out, he showed it to jake. to which the aussie boy couldn't help but excitedly pat his friend on the back and rave about how you'd love it. now all your boyfriend needed to do was give it to you.

..

after getting home to your shared apartment with a small blue tiffany and co bag in his hand, sunghoon looked for you. "babe?" he called out, as he took off his jacket and set it on the coatrack. "i'll be right there hoon!" you called out from the bathroom. some how your internal clocks always seem to sync. just as you finished your shower as he come through the door as if you had been expecting his arrival. "how was it?" you called out from the other room while getting dressed.

sunghoon loved this, how domestic it felt to know you had been winding down for the day when he got home. and talking to each other from different ends of the apartment as you both went on with your own routines. "it was really nice actually, jake and i got matching rings." he hummed as he walked into your shared bedroom and to the bathroom door which was slightly open. sticking his hand into the now humid room, he happily showed you his new rings. taking his hand, you looked at the new silver pieces of jewelry now adorning his hand happily and opened the bathroom door far enough for you to get through. "they're cute hoon, i like them a lot." you smiled warmly at him. you honestly didn't expect much, you knew some brands were extremely strict about what their ambassadors could and couldn't take and you would hate for your boyfriend to lose his ambassadorship for pushing boundaries. you were happy for him none the less, you knew that if it wasn't for the sponsorship, sunghoon would have never gone out to get himself jewelry like that.

" i got you something." he chuckled, feeling his cheeks heat up in the moment. he was never good at this type of stuff. he usually preferred to leave a gift on your bed or dining table while he was out working. however with this he was so excited to give it to you, that he had to present it to you now. "babe! you didn't have to get me anything." you pouted at him, while gently pushing past him to set your worn clothes in the hamper and hang your towel up. you truly never wanted him to put you over himself even with things like this. "you could have gotten yourself another piece or something , you didn't have to." you added.

sunghoon gently shook his head as he turned to face you again. "no, i wanted to. i spend a really long time looking for it. i want you to have it." he reassured you. something he had to do each time you had told him he didn't have to get you anything. "if it's not your style you can tell me we can exchange it for another." which was again something he would always say when ever he got you anything. the clarification was always for nothing because everything he had ever gotten you had always ended up liking and yet deep within him was a little feeling of anxiousness.

handing you the small bag in the famous shade of blue you had seen everywhere you couldn't help but get excited. "hoon this will probably be the most expensive thing i own..." you chuckled softly before sitting on your shared bed and gently pulling the tissue paper out of the bag carefully. "that just means i need to get you prada next." he smiled softly, taking a seat next to you, only making you blush more at the thought of being spoiled with all these fancy name brand things. "come on- open it babe." he added, encouraging you to reach into the bag to pull out a small bright blue box. as if it would break, you handled the box with care, gently pulling the top off to expose the dainty silver necklace with the small 's' pendant he had picked out, laying on top of the white satin lining. you let out a small gasp as you took in the beauty of the necklace. it was simple yet, beautiful. definitely something you could wear daily without fail.

"it's beautiful hoon..." you said softly with a smile plastered onto your face. "really? i thought getting you my initial might be a little tacky but jake insisted it was sweet." he responded, his lips breaking into a brighter toothy smile at your response. you could only shake your head slightly, you didn't think it was tacky at all. from a far it was hard to tell the pendant was his first initial, making it a bit more special. you knew what it was, he knew what it was. and it wasn't annoyingly in your face either, it was perfect. "it's actually really pretty." you smiled at him before pressing a soft kiss onto his cheek. being with sunghoon for so long, you should have known that one sweet cheek kiss would have turned into sunghoon turning his head to catch your lips with his own, because it did. just like each time you had kissed his cheek before. a giggle escaped your lips between each soft, sweet kiss he gave you making him rumble up a chuckle of his own as well. "you better wear that necklace everywhere." he said while finally pulling away.

"are you kidding? i'm never taking it off!"

"mmmm good~ all mine."

"yep- all yours sunghoon~"

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[sweetheartsaku]

—akaashi keiji ; sharing my heart is tearing it apart

a/n ; [fem!reader] THIS IS ACTUALLY MY ENGLISH ESSAY I RE-WROTE TO FIT WITH AKAASHI. 😭 this is angst no comfort by the way :3

chrysanthemum !

the oceans whisper sounded like an owl’s coo, a melody that no one else could treasure except y/n. never eerie, but a comfortingly cold embrace. the breeze was chilly, looking up to the hole of light in the sky. it felt like a fever dream, but only to y/n. a passing midnight breeze sends a feverish chill down her spine, all the way down to the edge of her worn out white sneakers digging into the crisp sand. the ocean sways and dances gently, as the waves glisten in the moonlight.

hands in the pocket of her white windbreaker, staring down as her shoes make prints in the sand. alternative rock blasts through her ears, which bass makes a faint noise outside of her earphones mushing with the wave’s tranquil calls.

“y/n?”

“what are you doing here?” the same voice gently asks.

swiftly, y/n looks back, eyes widening. in the midst of the dark, her eyes interlock with the owner of the familiar voice.

“keiji? i-… i’m… just… having some time to myself.” she mutters.

“another fight?” he knew her mind lingered on the thought that she was the reason her parents mercilessly fought every day. keiji knew, by the way her eyebrows stitch together a little tighter and her voice a little deeper. every day he wishes it was him who had to endure what she goes through.

“i…” her voice breaks.

keiji takes a step closer, a hand away. he extends his hand, slim and tan.

y/n crashes her body onto his. keiji has no hesitation into accepting her call for help in her grasp and the tight clench she had on the back of his now tear-soaked jacket. y/n's vision is hazy, helpless head in a daze.

“i wish i was buried six feet underground, but oh my i also wish i was buried in your arms.” she thought. she holds a grudge against herself like she does a hand.

“why would you even glance at a wretch like me?” she muttered.

he purses his lips. “i comfort because you cannot save people. you can only love them.”

y/n ponders if she is really worth of this love. was she born without love or just unlovable?

the night is over-time, and the sunrise is late, orange beams bleeding into the border of the horizon and its misty clouds. the sky appeared as a child had grazed the sky with warm and cold tones of chalk.

y/n breaks the hug, hands still on his waist, wind breaking the silence and its tension. her eyes now outlined a blush rose colour, so beautiful yet holding so much pain by a thread.

“let’s take down the world together.” words sweet as a treat, dripping of honey, the uttered words glued into y/n’s mind.

they walk pinkies intertwined; souls taped together by band-aids.

the bustling of early school arrives, the noise of chirping seagulls fills arabella’s ears.

keiji looks up to the skies, “it’s nice having our school near the beach. it puts you at ease quickly.”

y/n and keiji bid their farewells to separate paths for their first period. keiji eyes stick to y/n's hesitant pinkie still woven onto his.

y/n watches keiji as he walks off, but something catches her eyes making her glimpse back to his direction.

keiji, hands holding onto another girls.

they shared a smile, then a toothy giggle.

keiji lifts their laced hands to his lips, pressing their hands onto the same lips that once reclaimed that they would take down the world together.

his smile like cold ice-tea, sparkly eyes of a dull gunmetal blue and heart as full and warm as a bonfire.

y/n’s chest tightened; throat clenched by a merciless thorned hand. her heart felt heavy, as it was pulled by the heartstrings, blood dripping from it. the blood builds up into a lump in her throat, making her trance a muddy and smeared blur.

it felt like heart was cracking. snapping, even.

too immune to cry, all the blades that dug deep into her back felt like feathers. no more shine in her eyes, but now rotten. the heart she wore on her sleeve, stepped on and bruised.

chrysanthemums, which can mean "i love you" in some cultures, but "you're a wonderful friend" in others.

all she wanted was to be loved so desperately that her fingers shook with it,

“i am not beautiful.”

“but i could be.”

[ominoose]

𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐮𝐩 𝐀𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭

Pairing: Blue Jones x Reader Blurb: Blue does your makeup for you since you suck at it apparently. Warnings: None, it's fluff. WC: O.6K

The vibrations of the music tickled your fingers as they laid splayed over the chairs worn leather armrests, muffled by the walls of the dressing room, yet still loud enough to be felt. Blue’s breath fanned across you face, humming along absentmindedly as his eyes traced over you intently, focused on each feature, each detail. He was so close you could see his nostrils flare softly with each breath.

Blue had been dissatisfied with your makeup skills for a while. At first he only quirked an eyebrow when he gave you a once over before your first performance. Then it escalated into a pointed look, then a sigh, a tensing of his sharp jaw and now this. He’d found you an hour before your set, one of the few shows on a slow Tuesday night and seated you in front of a vanity, turning the chair so your back was to the mirror as he leaned down and looked you over.

“I’ve had enough of you embarrassing me in front of customers because you use eyeliner like a fucking crayon.” He mutters bluntly, dark eyes flickering over your face one last time before turning towards the vanity, going through your supplies, the sound of plastic clattering across the wooden surface was the only noise besides the remnants of the club's music.

His hand pushes lightly on your forehead, tilting your head back to find a comfortable position to leer over you properly as he starts applying primer to you, dabbing it all over your face with a warm, rough thumb. Despite the usual ferocity of the man, and the way he held your chin firmly, his touch wasn't rough. It certainly wasn't light, but he applied everything to you with uncharacteristic gentleness you didn't often see from him.

Blue moved through the motions, more practiced than you'd have expected as he brushed foundation onto you, rubbing a light counter under your cheek bones. His dark eyes were intense as they kept on you, like a painter eyeing his muse. "Stop blinking." He snipped as he applied eyeshadow to your eyelids, the constant tapping of the brush to get off the excess powder was oddly soothing. You pouted, but shut your eyes as he commanded, resigning yourself to be his personal little barbie doll.

The way he tenderly dabbed glitter on with a single finger, the warm breathes that tickled at your nose when he got close and the way he held your chin so delicately had your skin erupting in goosebumps. Such a soft moment was quite off-brand for him, but as he dragged a creamy lipstick over your bottom lip, staring down at you with an almost fond look in his eyes, you yearned for more. Yearned to be treated like you were his frail little doll, something he didn't want to break.

"There. Don't you just look beautiful." He cooed, the usual cheshire grin curled at Blue's lips as he stood back from you, tilting his head to marvel at his work.

"If I had more time on my hand's I'd come baby you like this more often, but I'm going to trust you to learn how to do your makeup like a big girl and not look like a five year old that got into mommy's makeup bag." Blue spoke over his shoulder to you as he buttoned up his sparkly suit jacket, already dismissing you to run other business as he walked out of the room. He stopped once he got to the door, glancing back at you, a proud smirk on his face as he bit his lips and admired you before he finally left.

Maybe you could get away with messing your makeup up just a few more times.

[theesirenteller]

𝔓𝔞𝔴𝔫𝔖𝔥𝔬𝔭 𝔅𝔩𝔲𝔢𝔰.

"I'm here to get my hair braided."

It wasn't every day that a tall, dark, and handsome beach bum-biker hybrid came strolling into Emerald's closet-sized braiding shop. But, she wasn't complaining. Not at all, not even in the slightest.

"Okay, Well come on in then." A shy smile spreads across Emerald's lips as she steps aside the threshold, "I'm Emerald."

"Dwayne."

Ducking his head down Dwayne made his way inside. His broad shoulders and arms scrunched inwards as he slithered through the door. His gloomy-raven hair fell over his shoulders and eyes as he did so. It didn't take many steps to be fully inside the shop. It was new to the boardwalk. Located near Max's video store. And a little bit bigger than a walk-in closet. Painted baby blue with handmade seashell drapes that were in between Christmas string lights down the walls. A single leather salon chair sat a few feet away from the door, facing it. Perhaps to give clients a good view of the beach and boardwalk. The leather of the chair was worn down with ripples and scratches along the sides. Neon-colored bins stacked in the corner filled with various beads, feathers, seashells, and a plethora of other accessories that were fun to attach to braids. A sparkly sea urchin green makeup pouch sat on top of the bins alongside an unopened can of cherry cola.

"So Dwayne, what would you like? all of your hair braided or just a certain section?" Emerald inquired as he took a seat. Instantly the scent of burned incense and murky beach water with a lingering hint of cinnamon hit her nostrils. A metallic after scent lingered. When she had gotten a better look at him; his rugged style of baggy, faded black jeans and patchwork leather jacket gave off a smokey allure that reminded her of a stormy night in the woods

At first, he was silent. The silence lasted no longer than Not a creepy type of silence but more so introverted.' A quiet thinker' was what Emerald gathered.

His fingers snapped and his pointer finger narrowed towards the sign outside. "The merman special. Just the back of my hair." His hands bunched up the top portion of his hair creating a messy half up half down style. Emerald couldn't help but notice the layers of chunky metal rings across the majority of his fingers.

"Okay! It'll look great on you." She blurted out. Her cheeks instantly warmed as words slipped from her lips, "I mean um you've got really pretty hair so it'll be beautiful."

The pregnant silence that followed caused her to swallow down any more embarrassing remarks. She quickly grasped a large pink clap clip and sectioned off the top part of his hair away from the rest. Her fingertips brushed along his knuckles. A soft gasp escaped her pouty lips. His flesh was ice cold. Deadly cold. Sickly cold. Dwayne's shoulders tensed. his posture straightening causing Emerald to quickly remove her hand.

She kept her comments to herself for the remainder of their time together. She used a wide-toothed pitchfork-shaped comb to untangle his locks. Ever so often she'd raise a brow when bits of sand, pebbles, and dark red flesh-like scabs would fall out. Perhaps he hunted and got animal guts in his hair? The braider wasn't sure and didn't bother to ask. Eventually, she'd smoothed out his hair with a spritz of rosewater and a wooden brush. Emerald was known for being heavy-handed yet Dwayne didn't seem to mind. He kept quiet and didn't move an inch. Completely unfazed she couldn't even hear him breathe.

Emerald braided small-sized fishtail braids at the nap of his neck. Hooking small-sized turquoise beads to some of the braids. and others she'd simply attach seashells or peacock feathers to larger-sized braids. There was a comforting silence that overlayed the atmosphere. The roaring of the waves crashing and the laughter of children running along the boardwalk was the perfect background music.

Time passed by quickly and it wasn't long before Emerald was drenching the once-clipped portion of his hair in rose water. Her heartbeat sped up as she stood at his side brushing through his hair. Vibrantly, she could hear her heart beating. The feeling was unfamiliar to her. The urge to gaze into his eyes and not look elsewhere was strong. Feeling a forceful tug within her stomach and chest made her mouth grow dry.

"You shouldn't close so late." his rich and husky voice broke her out of the trance she once was in.

"Huh? What'd ya say?"

"I said you shouldn't close so late. The Broadwalk isn't safe at night. late night all kinds of things can happen." Dwayne repeated. His eyes were a deep shade of expresso brown. His brows were thick and bushy.

"You're right." she agreed while sweeping her brush through his long bangs, "I like the night though…there's something about it that's so beautiful and peaceful. Also, some type of thrill I think…knowing that danger just lurks in the shadows."

"And sometimes reveals itself."

Their gaze synced in union with one another. Drinking each other in. Although it felt more like he was drinking her in. Taking in her every thought, desire, and fear. Intrigue lingered in her eyes. An unspoken attraction that made her pupils dilate. She saw something primal in him. It was unmistakable to miss. Something that Emerald couldn't seem to look away from. His almost unbearable beauty created a lingering allure in her mind. Unintentional they both leaned in closer. Nearly chest to chest. A low deep-buried low growl buzzed in her ear. and perhaps she had been staring a little too long because his eyes were starting to change from brown to a bright golden color.

The events that followed happened so suddenly that Emerald couldn't be sure it was real. Suddenly arms were tightly in his iron-clad grip. With zero effort she was picked up off the floor and slammed against a nearby wall. Dwayne's lips peeled back and his fang-shaped teeth were displayed.

Emerald grew choked up on air as she froze up at the sight. Her hands began to tremble rapidly. The moment she blinked he was gone. As if he hadn't ever existed. The whole shop rattled loudly as the front door slammed shut behind him. Fear stricken, Emerald stood there frozen not even feeling her feet hitting the floor.

She couldn't help but question if that was even real.

𝕰 𝖒 𝖊 𝖗 𝖆 𝖑 𝖉

[conjuring-ghouls]

Stained Glass Windows

Papa Emeritus IV x Female Reader

Author’s Note: This is just a little something I wrote yesterday at 3 am to make me feel better about Copia's possible death. 

I don't write anything in years and my articulation in English sucks so excuse the poor writing. Comments are welcome and appreciated. Enjoy! 😊🖤

Warnings: Fluff, Copia on his sparkly blue suit, mentions of smut,  adult language, slightly nsfw, 18+.

The ministry was empty as you both stumbled the dark corridors to Copia's quarters, the few souls who chose to stay instead of going back to their families for the holidays already long asleep.

You were both tipsy from the wine you had, your hands eager, searching, teasingly touching each other while you made the way upstairs to the Papal wing in the north tower, moonlight shining through the stained glass windows and forming mysterious shades as you walked.

There was something in the air tonight; it might have been the alcohol, the winter sky, or maybe the moonlight, you didn’t know for sure, but the love and passion between you was so intense - so much more than usual -  it was palpable. You felt it all the way through the night.

You went out for dinner at this tiny little place in town you knew Copia loved. It was an Italian restaurant next to the hillside and it had been such an intimate night; you both had such a good time in each other’s company. And you had been teasing each other all night long.

He’d been silly and innocent, yet so hot at the same time - just like his usual self - and made you laugh all night with his clumsy personality. Truth was, you missed him. Work at the ministry was stressful and exhausting and Copia had been busy lately, burnt out by all the responsibilities and anxiety that came with his position.

You missed this; going out together, just the two of you enjoying each other’s company. Laughing together and talking about everything and nothing, like you did when you first fell in love with each other, when he was still Cardinal Copia and Papa was a distant title.

Now, back to the ministry, after many glasses of wine and already all worked up, it felt like you just couldn't get your hands off each other. You were quite a sight. Both your lipstick and his face paintings were blurred and spread all around each other from the kissing you shared just minutes ago when he pinned you against the ministry’s front door. 

You were in your midnight blue dress (the one you picked out carefully hours before, especially because you knew he loved it). He was wearing his blue sparkly suit - the one that always made him look so hot. He was so unaware of the fact that he could bring you to your knees so easily while he was wearing it - if only he asked.

When you finally reached the top of the stairs, he separated from you for just a second to open his quarter’s door. The room was light when you walked in - the full moon reaching through the lancet windows, Stephen King’s Salem still sitting on the bed, exactly where you left it.

You moaned when he held you again, lifting you by your thighs and placing you on his dresser, touching you so tenderly, as if you could disappear the moment he let go of you - as if it hurt to be apart from you for more than a few seconds.

You were quick to place your legs around his waist, longing for his touch, to feel his body pressed against yours. His arms pulled you by your waist and held you even closer, ending every possible gap between you. Copia's mismatched eyes stared into yours for a second. You smiled and let out a soft moan; it felt so good to be held by him, to have his arms around you. Satan, how you'd missed him.

You took in the man in front of you. He looked especially beautiful tonight, the moonlight hitting his face and jacket through the window next to his bed, sending light spots all around the room. His hair neatly slicked back as usual, with the exception of a couple loose locks that you couldn’t help but slide back with your hands in a sweet, loving gesture. 

In a way he looked like a deer: so pure and innocent. Bright and needy eyes starring back at you - filled with love and admiration, wanting you, longing your approval, needing to be loved. You also knew, though, he could be like a wolf if he wanted to: a predator ready to devour you in the best meaning of the word. But above all he was your Copia, your Papa, your husband and you just loved him so deeply and intensely it almost hurt.

He stopped and also took you in for a while - unsure of what to say. He wanted to tell you how tonight was wonderful, how beautiful you looked in your midnight blue dress, how sexy your thighs looked coming out from the slits on it. How much he missed you and wanted you, in all the ways possible. How he'd been waiting the whole night to touch you like this, to feel your heat. How he wanted to lift you by your tights again, place you on the windowsill and fuck you - then and there, with your back against his stained glass window - not fast and merciless, but desperately and tenderly.

So many thoughts and so many things to say yet nothing came out of his mouth. He was so overwhelmed by you, it was hard to put anything into words. He closed his eyes for a while and rested his forehead on yours, feeling you, touching you, your legs around his waist, his breathing heavy.

"Dolcezza… I…"  he tried and at the mere sound of his voice, you were inundated with sheer love and admiration for this clumsy, adorable sexy man. Before he could continue, you couldn't help the instinct of lacing your hands behind his neck and pulling him in for a deep kiss.

He moaned in your mouth, you could still taste some of the alcohol in his breath. He tasted so delicious, so yours. His hands went from your waist to your ass and then to your thighs and squeezed them - lovingly and filled with respect for your body but also intensely - touching you, convincing himself that you were real and you were there, right in front of him. Despite all his insecurities and pathetic imperfections, and for all the reasons he would never ever understand, you chose him and you're his - forever.

He decided that was all that mattered. All the imminent uncertainties and fears - the pressure and anxiety he was going through lately, the thoughts that he might be replaced or - Satan forbid - killed, forgotten for just tonight.

You would think about it in the morning. You would find a way, figure something out - together. You would run away together, if it got to that. But tonight you only chose to love each other. You just needed each other’s touch.

“Papa?” you moaned in his ear when you broke the kiss.

“Yes, amore mio?” was all that came out of his lips, eyes still shut, still overwhelmed by your smell, your taste, your breath tickling his neck.

“Will you just fuck me, now?” you begged, squeezing your thighs even harder around his waist.

His hips instantly came forward and pressed against yours, in the attempt of closing the already unexisting space between you, and you could already feel his hard length - how needy he was, how he needed your heat, your touch, your smell all over him. 

How could he say no when you asked so sweetly for him? When you looked that beautiful when you begged? When he missed you and needed you as much as you needed him?

“Forever, tesoro” he whispered in your ears, before bringing his lips to your neck and kissing it, marking you there with some more of his black face paint.

[ramblingoak]

A Lil Somethin' Somethin', Chapter 1: The Gift

An anon prompt wanted Papa and Reader out to dinner...and vibrating panties.  Anon I’m sorry this got a little out of hand so there’s actually going to be four chapters...oops.

Papa Emeritus IV x Female Reader: Smut, Fluff, Vibrating Panties and Copia being a dork.  NSFW, 18+ only, MDNI.

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You were pretty sure the waiter knew what was going on. 

For one, you’d barely said a word the entire dinner.  You’d made plenty of noises, sure.  But forming actual words had been hard.  Copia’s hand would disappear into his pocket every time the waiter came over and you’d end up digging your nails into the tablecloth trying not to moan out loud as the vibrator in your panties would start buzzing again.  

Copia tried to take you out to dinner at least once a month, and this little Italian restaurant was his favorite.  Whenever the mood struck he’d text you the same stupid thing: ‘How about a little wine, dine and 69, eh tesoro?’.  You knew wherever he was he was laughing that dirty old man laugh of his.

This morning when he’d sent you that message you decided to take the afternoon off from your duties and take a little nap before you left for dinner.  You woke up when you felt your bed dip and you looked up to see Copia smiling at you.  He shuffled down to lay next to you, scooping his arms around your waist to pull you close.  You hummed and burrowed your face into his shirt, inhaling the scent of his cologne.

“Come sta la mia bella addormentata oggi?” (How is my sleeping beauty today?)  He started to press kisses into your hair and run his gloved hands up and down your back. Your t-shirt began to ride up and his hands slid lower to rub across the lace top of your panties.

“Mmm, I’m good now.” You turned your head to smile up at him.  He had removed his papal makeup, leaving just the black paint around his eyes and on his top lip.  You brought a hand up to trace your fingers along his lips and cheeks.  He playfully nipped at them and you giggled and poked his nose.  “Maybe a little hungry though?  I’ll get dressed and we can go.”

You started to crawl over him to get off the bed but he tightened his grip as you straddled his waist.  You sighed and lowered yourself so you were laying along his front and then you poked his nose again.  “Hard to get dressed if you don’t let me go, Papa.”

His hands moved down to cup your ass, squeezing and kneading your flesh.  You could feel his cock hardening through his pants and you smirked.  He groaned as you started to move your hips in small circles against him.  Ok, dinner could wait, you wanted his cock now.  You quickly sat up and reached down to unbuckle his belt but he grasped your hands and stopped you.

“Cara mia, I have something for you.  For you to wear tonight.”  You gave him a strange look but before you could ask what he meant he bucked his hips up and then toppled you over onto your back next to him on the bed.  He leaned over the side and came back with a small gift bag and a stupid grin on his face.  “Just a lil somethin’ somethin’.”  

You took the bag from him and rolled your eyes as his eyebrows bounced up and down.  You pulled a handful of tissue paper out and smooshed it into face, chuckling at his indignant squawk.  At the bottom of the bag was a lacey pair of panties, a vibrant blue like the sparkly jacket he wore on tour (and in the bedroom if you asked him very nicely).  When you reached in to lift them up you noticed a small tube in a pocket along the crotch. 

Did Papa get you vibrating panties?

They started buzzing and you squeaked and dropped them.  Copia slid over to straddle your waist, wiggling a small remote in his hand.

“What do you say, dolce, will you wear these for your Papa?”

You sighed and lifted the panties up again, eyeing the small vibrator.  It couldn’t be that bad, could it?  And you’d certainly done…stranger things with him.  You looked up at him and laughed when he started bouncing his eyebrows again.  “Alright alright.  I’ll wear them for you.”

Copia pumped a fist into the air and you covered your face with one of your hands.  You loved him so much your heart ached, but your Papa was a huge dork.

“Amore mio, sei così buono per me.” (My love, you are so good to me.)  Copia moved off of you and stood up, setting the remote on the nightstand and then he reached his hands out for yours, pulling you up to sit on the edge of the bed.  He dropped onto his knees in front of you and set his hands on your knees to gently push them apart.  You gasped when they started to slide up your thighs and his fingers began to trace the edge of your panties.  His gloves always felt so good on your skin.

“Papa…”

“Shh amore, shh.”  His thumb started to drag along your covered cunt, pressing deeper with each pass until you could feel him pushing at your entrance.  You fell back onto your elbows and he slid his thumb up to rub against your clit, the wet silk smoothly gliding over you.  Copia pulled his hand away and smiled at you when you whimpered at the loss.  “Me lo rendi troppo facile.”  (You make it too easy for me.)

“Please, Papa.  Stop teasing.”  Copia smirked at you as he started to pull your underwear down your legs.  His hands came back up to rest on your knees and he slowly pushed them further apart while he gazed at your glistening cunt.  You watched as his tongue snuck out and he wet his lips.  

After a moment he reached over and pulled his gift from your hand and fiddled with the vibrator, then reached over to grab the remote.  He pressed one of the buttons and you heard the vibrator start to buzz.  His face broke out in a grin and he leaned in close, his lips brushing against your ear as he spoke.

“Oh dolce, I haven’t even started teasing you.”

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Chapter 2

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[th0rns-n-r0ses]

painkiller ~

steven adler ~ fluff ~ 801 words ~ ~~~~~ At around midnight, you hear the front door unlock and a little bit of grumbling and shuffling around. Your mind had zoned out before, but you wake up from that trance and your attention snaps to the foyer. Out of it, you see your boyfriend, Steven Adler, emerge. He’s rubbing his head and mumbling a bit. He hasn’t noticed you quite yet, but seeing him act so natural is a little soothing. He moves into the kitchen and takes out some painkillers and a glass of water.

You get up off of the couch and walk over to Steven quietly, not wanting to startle him. But your next action catches him off guard. He jumps a little at the feeling of your hands moving up his body, from his hips to his shoulders, giving them a massage.

“Oh! I didn’t see you there.” Steven turns around and gives you a gentle smile, then a peck on the lips. He pops the painkillers into his mouth and sips some of his water.

“How’d the show go tonight?” You ask in a sweet tone, still rubbing his shoulders. He lets out a little groan of pleasure, as his muscles are tense and he seems to really need that massage.

“You know. We knocked ‘em dead, baby, but my head is killing me.” Steven chuckles and rubs his forehead a little, then lets out a small groan.

“Let me help you, Steven.” You move your hands off of his shoulders, then take his hand and lead him to the couch, then sit down on it. You look at him and pat your thighs. He gives you a kind smile, then sits down on the couch slowly, trying not to agitate his headache. He then leans over and down a bit, then lays down, his head on your warm and soft thighs.

“You know me too well.” Steven smiles softly and reaches a hand up, letting it rest on your cheek, then trailing it down your face and jaw. His fingers reside under your chin for a moment, his thumb stroking your chin a little. Steven then moves his hand away and lets it rest on his chest, along with his other hand. He smiles up at you as you look down at him with a loving gaze and a gentle smile, your hands gently and slowly stroking his golden hair. He makes a gentle sigh and his eyelids flutter a bit.

“Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?” He sighs and closes his eyes and snuggles into your thighs a bit more.

“Every day. But it never gets old, sweetheart. Have I ever told you how adorable and handsome you are?” You let out a quiet giggle and keep petting his hair gently. Steven makes a happy little noise and his nose and cheeks turn a light pink.

“All the time, my love. But I think I love it more and more every time you say it. Hell, I love you more and more.” Steven opens his eyes, giving you a nice look into those sparkly blue eyes of his, those which are filled to the brim with love and affection for you.

The room goes quiet after your little sweet talk, and Steven closes his eyes again. You remain there for a while, his head on your lap and your fingers in his soft hair. He eventually falls asleep there, snoring a bit, and a gentle smile on his lips. You slide out from under him, moving quietly. You crouch over and pick him up bridal-style, and his arms instinctively wrap around your neck. He gently mutters in your ear, a few words escaping the dreams he’s having. And it seems that all of his little messages are for you and you only, as he mumbles your name into your ear, followed by “I love you”s. Steven’s sweet tone makes your heart warm and nearly beat out of your chest as you hold and carry him. He’s a bit heavy, but you won’t have to carry him for long, as you just need to get him into the bedroom.

You slowly walk upstairs, trying not to wake him. When you reach the bedroom, you lay Steven on the bed and take his jacket off of his shoulders and lay it on the coat hook behind the door. You snuggle up behind him, wanting him to feel warm, safe, protected and loved throughout his sleep. After you get situated, you pull the sheets up on top of the both of you, making sure you’re all cozy together. Before drifting into sleep, you give him a kiss on the side of the face, then you snuggle up against him and drift off into a sleep, full of dreams of you and Steven. ~~~~~

[suddenserendipity]

Derek Suarez Week Day 3: "Pining"

for @derek-week-event

It was in the late afternoon before the night of senior prom. His crimson velvet suit jacket and newly pressed (thanks mom) black pants hung on the door to his room. Derek lied on his bed staring up into the ceiling. There was nothing interesting about his ceiling, in fact it might have been the most boring shade of grey he'd ever seen - had it always been grey?

In his ears blasted an alternative rock song befitting his current mood. He exhaled and closed his eyes trying to ground himself in what he was feeling.

It was promnight for her too, he'd learned from a facebook post she'd made a few days ago. He made a deep exhale.

She had probably gotten a date. If she did he was happy for her. Or more like he wanted to be happy for her but the thought of her dancing and having fun with someone else- kissing someone else- made him feel all mixed up and miserable inside.

He knew he had no right to feel like that, after all he was the one who had hidden behind a marriage agreement because he was to scared to take the leap. But it felt to soon, 13 was too soon. At 18 .... he wasn't sure how he felt.

He wanted to be with her, that wasn't a question... but now? No he had to get through college first and get a nice job - preferably he could be drafted for a soccer team... and when he had worked for a bit - then... yeah then. Maybe then. Uuuugh why did he have to be like this all the time?!

He swallowed down hard and realized his eyes had begun to tear up a little as he blinked his eyes open. His phone had made a noise. Reaching over to stop the music he had been listening to he checked the new text that had popped into his inbox. It was her.

Hi! Just wanted to wish you a happy prom. I'm going with Cove, Terri and Miranda. Just a fun group thing with friends you know? :) Me, Terri and Miranda are getting ready at my place and we're gonna meet up with Cove later. This is my prom dress. Can I see your outfit... I mean if you're still going. Are you going with anyone? Wish you could be here too so we could do this together :) *hugs*

He looked at the image she sent him and she looked so beautiful that his heart ached. He was used to seeing her in only black or similar but in the picture she was wearing a midnight blue promdress with a beaded bodice and tulle skirt reaching her calfs. Her black hair was swept to the side and was decorated with a sparkly diadem. She smiled brightly into the camera.

He read the message over and over. So, she wouldn't be bringing a date date. He caught himself smiling a little.

Then he jumped into action and started getting ready for prom and send a her a text back.

Hiya gal! Sorry for the late reply but I was getting myself ready. This is my outfit for tonight. I'm going too with just some friends from the soccer team. You look beautiful btw and tell everyone "Hi" from me. I really wish I could be there too, would be fun to redo that dance at the Summer Soiree. I've gotten better believe it or not. But I'll see you at your graduation right? I think yours are a day or so before mine. I miss you - Promise to have loads of fun and I'll promise to have fun tonight too ;)

[thunderbunny24]

Second Chance at Love

I have gotten to a point in the story that I'm not 100% sure how I'm going to wrap things up. I'm not wanting to stop writing but I also am not sure where the next few beats are heading. All that to say that updates may be a little further apart as I figure things out.

Part 11

            Addi and Matt pulled up to your house, both with overnight bags.  Matt knocked on the door and Violet opened it to great them.  They walked into the kitchen and Matt handed you a dozen purple roses and a box of chocolates then gave Violet a single red rose and a small box of chocolates.  Violet hugged Matt then went to get her single flower vase.  Matt looked over at you and you were smiling from ear to ear.

            “Thank you so much for these.”  You gave Matt a quick kiss.  “Let me get these in water real quick.”  You went and got a vase from under the sink.  “And Addi, thank you so much for offering to stay with Violet tonight.”

            Addi smiled.  “Not a problem.  I enjoyed getting to meet her the other day and I didn’t have any plans for the holiday.  Plus I think we will have some great girl time tonight.”  Violet walked over to Addi and gave her a hug.

            “It’s like having a sister again Mommy.”  Violet grabbed Addi’s hand.  “Have a good time tonight.  I’m going to show Addi the fort I made upstairs.”

            You waved at the girls as they ran off hollering, “Please listen to what Miss Addi tells you to do.”  You heard your daughter say something, but the girls were far enough away that you couldn’t make out what it was.  “I guess that is our cue to go.”  You laughed.

            Matt moved his finger, telling you to do a twirl.  “I need to take all this hotness in first.”  You rolled your eyes, but obliged.  You were wearing a dark pink, shin length milkmaid dress with a slit up the right leg ending mid-thigh, with black, sparkly heels and your hair down with beach waves.  “You get prettier every time I see you.”

            “I wish.” You muttered under your breath.  “And as always, you look handsome yourself.”  Matt was wearing heather blue slacks and suit jacket with a white button up.

            Matt cleared his throat.  “So, I was told there would be flowers and chocolates.”

            You shook your head.  “There is, but it’s at our destination.  Are you ready to go?”

            “Hell yeah!”  Matt looked around your kitchen.  “Where’s your bag?”

            You grabbed your keys and purse.  “It is already there too.  Let’s head out.”  You both go get into your car and you set the GPS up to take you to your destination.  “Looks like we’ve got about a 45-minute drive.”

            Matt looked at you surprised.  “Where are we going?”

            “We are driving to Malibu and going to stay at the Malibu Beach Inn.  I have gotten us the master suite.  We are going to have dinner out on the patio, looking out towards the ocean, then I have a surprise for you.”

            Matt wagged his eyebrows.  “Is it a naked surprise?”

            You laughed and shook your head.  “There might be more than one surprise and one might be a naked one.”

            “Yes!”

            You reached over and patted Matt’s leg.  “Calm down there, Shaggy.”  The rest of the drive you both chat about your day and sing along to the music you had playing in the background.  When you got to the inn, the valet took your keys and you went straight up to your room to drop Matt’s bag off before you went down to dinner.

            You opened the door and ushered Matt to go in first.  Matt saw a huge bouquet of flowers on the dresser.  He walked over to check them out.  “These are beautiful!  Are they for me?”  You nodded.  “What kind are they?”

            You walked over to the flowers.  “I looked up the best flowers to get a man and everywhere suggested these two.  They are Birds of Paradise and Ginger Flowers.”  You picked up a white box that said Kilwins that was sitting next to the bouquet.  “These are for you as well.”  You handed Matt the box.

            “Thank you.”  He held the box.

            “Open them and try one.  I had them specially made just for you.”

            Matt opened the box and their smell instantly filled the room.  He picked a milk chocolate one and took a bite.  “Mmmm…these are amazing and there’s a bit of a heat and bite to them.”

            You nodded.  “So, Kilwins is a large company, but I have had the store in Little Rock make special things for me before.  This is a box of truffles that are whiskey infused.”  Matt took another bite and nodded as you spoke.  “Right after we met, I bought a couple bottles of your Quest End Rogue whiskey and sent one bottle to them to have them make these special for you.”  Matt’s mouth dropped open.  “They said if you like them and ever want to do some kind of collab, they would be open to it.”

            Matt set the box of chocolates down and wrapped you in a hug.  “This is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me.  Thank you so much.”  He gave you a big kiss.

            You blushed and reached up to cup his face in your hands.  “You have been so sweet and kind and just flat out wonderful towards me, and Violet.  I wanted to do something to show you how much you mean to me.”

            Matt’s eyes were watering.  “I can’t imagine a better gift.  I feel like a poser now with my roses and store bought chocolates.  I do have a gift for you, though.  I was going to give it to you after dinner.”

            You smiled up at Matt.  “I love the flowers and chocolates you got me.  Plus, I may have a few more surprises too, so no need to rush anything.”  Matt raised his eyebrow at you.  “Are you ready for dinner?”  Matt nodded and you both headed downstairs to the dining area.  You were ushered to a table on the far end of the patio and had a steak and potato dinner while you both chatted away.  Once dinner was over you stood up from the table and said, “Our next activity is back up in the room, if you are ready.”

            Matt lightly smacked your butt and asked, “Naked time?”

            You shook your head, took his hand and started walking to the elevator.  “Not naked time…yet.”  Matt pretended to pout, but couldn’t hold the face for long before he was back to all smiles.  Once you got to the room, you kicked your heels off and told Matt to go out to the table on the patio.  He took his blazer off and quickly got into his bag and pulled out a gift and took it to the patio with him.  You grabbed your gift out of the dresser and sat opposite him.

            “Can I go first?”  Matt asked.  You nodded.  “I wasn’t sure exactly what to get you but I wanted to get something that shows how much I care about you and that I pay attention to everything that you tell me.”  He handed you a box that was just a bit larger than you hand.  As you opened the box, he continued.  “I remembered that you said that Sleeping Beauty was your favorite Disney movie but that you related to Maleficent more than Aurora now as an adult.”  Inside the box was a pair of black diamond earrings in the shape of roses and a black and white diamond, pear shaped black druzy pendent on a white gold chain.  “These are from a Disney Villains jewelry collection and both are based off Maleficent.”

            “These are beautiful.”  You looked at the jewelry in awe.  “I can’t even imagine how much this costs.  It’s too much.”

            Matt reached over to hold your hand.  “It’s no where near enough but I saw these and had to get them for you.”

            You wiped a tear and looked up at Matt.  “Thank you so much.  Now I’m the one who doesn’t feel like I’ve done enough.”

            “Are you kidding?”  Matt leaned over the table to give you a kiss.  “Everything you have done tonight is perfect.  I don’t need anything else because you have gone so above and beyond.”  You blushed and pushed your gift towards Matt.  He opened it up and was a bit confused as he saw a box set of a Magic game.  “Murders at Karlov Manor…I’ve played this before and we sell it on our website.”

            “I know.  That’s where I got it from.”  Matt was still looking at you confused.  “I got ahold of Charlie Rehor and Jon Ciccolini and asked them to teach me how to play so I could surprise you tonight and play one of your games with you.”  You watched as the confused look left Matt’s face and was replaced by the biggest smile you had ever seen him make.

            “You contacted my friends to learn to play?  And they didn’t say a word to me about it?”  Matt stood up and picked you up out of your chair, hugging you so tight you felt like you couldn’t breathe.  “You did all this for me?”  Matt set you down and you nodded.  He grabbed your face and gave you a kiss.  “I cannot believe this.  I love you so much!”  He kissed you again then froze when he realized what he said.  He kept opening and closing his mouth, but no sound came out and his cheeks had turned bright red.

            You took his hands in yours.  “I love you too.”  You looked up at Matt and both of you had tears rolling down your cheeks.  You smiled and said it again.  “I love you too, Matthew.”  Matt pulled you into his chest and just sobbed.  You rubbed his back while he let his emotions flow out.  When you could tell he had started to calm, you leaned back to look him in the eyes.  “Are you okay?”

            Matt nodded as he wiped his face.  “You really love me?”

            “Yes sir.  More and more each day.”

            “And I love you.”  He ran his hand over his bear.  “And you did all this…”  You nodded then got on your tip toes to reach up to kiss him but before you could, he scooped you up and tossed you on the bed.  Matt announced loud enough you were sure the entire inn heard him.  “I am in love and I am going to get naked with my girl and then I’m going to play Magic with her.  Suck it losers!”  You began to laugh as Matt tried to make quick work with getting your dress off.  “Happy Valentine’s to me…and you!”

[castlebyersafterdark]

i just made myself cry thinking of a whole s5 end scenario where they wake up from hospital, all better, everything over, sort of waiting for each other with that calmness that characters have when they've had The Epiphany TM and don't feel any worry or urgency about their feelings for each other anymore. Imagine will walking outside, a little unsteady still, but healthy, and mike is just waiting for him, and they go for a walk in the woods. Walking next to each other, looking anywhere but at each other as fingers brush, silent but not awkward. Full of tension about to burst. They sort of weave in and out of trees, ahead and behind each other, sneaking glances. Then they have a conversation, but almost nothing is said because they 'didnt have to say it'. They kiss, not their first but now they understand each other completely and no one is in danger anymore. They break apart, grinning, they hug, giddy and giggling. Then mike gets a mischievous look in his eye and grabs will's hand, pulling him deeper into the woods.

They run, laughing their heads off, and by now it's dusk and the cinematography is very dreamy and old hollywood, lots of evening light with trees (and them!) silhouetted in black as they tear through the forest hand in hand. Soon mike stops them and tells will to cover his eyes. will does but peeks, still giggly, and then mike places his hands over will's eyes from behind and walks him forward. when mike lifts his hands away will's eyes are shut tight underneath, so mike breathily whispers in his ear for him to open his eyes. its the cabin by the lake.

it's not quite castle byers, but they're leaving for college at the end of the summer anyway. growing and moving and evolving. will cannot speak, but mike leads him inside. everything's set up for a homemade prom - a safe space where they can be together. no doubt joyce and jon and lucas and everyone helped him with the surprise. there's lights and sparkly banners and party decorations in the little cabin living room, prom with their own nerdy twist. you can see the lake but the gauzy curtains are closed just in case. mike puts on the music that's queued up, something that played at the snowball when he wanted to dance with will, like time after time maybe, or something soft and different after months of listening to the clash and the songs that helped save will from vecna. mike even pulls out some funny costumes from a dressing up box - a suit jacket, bow tie, 80s frills in ice blue, and laughs, saying they need to dress up for it to be a proper prom. he's trying to lighten the mood because neither of them know how to do this yet, not really, and there's also an undercurrent of sadness beneath everything at them being sequestered away here, even though there's nowhere they'd rather be. will has a serious look on his face as he reaches up and pulls the silly jacket and tie off of mike, saying "How about... this. just this." mike looks puzzled. "But that's just my regular shirt, that's nothing special." But will is looking at him with glazed-over eyes, a small smile on his lips threatening to burst into a full sunbeam, and he nods. Mike swallows and rights himself. Cool. He steps a little into the middle of the room and extends his hand a little awkwardly towards will, and asks if he would like to dance.

Love all of this so much, thank you for the vision 🥹 ❤️ Adore the idea of everything having settled and they get to have a quiet little moment alone. You gave us cinematography here, beautiful. We can only hope we get something like this to tie up the series, highlight their relationship, however it's chosen how to showcase it. Lovely lovely.