#i am a burnt cookie lover

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🍪Christmas baking shenanigans🎀

Requested by my supporter: Price making cookies with Ghost. Ghost memorized his grandma's recipes. Price could burn water, so he's on cookie cutter duty

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Sugar Cookie

Warnings: non/dubcon, allusions to abuse and neglect, oral sex, manipulation, and other dark elements. Not all kinks or triggers are tagged. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Summary: You try to learn some new traditions for your first Christmas with Tony.

Character: Tony Stark

Day Eleven of the December Daze Challenge.

Prompt - experiencing a new festive tradition 

Note: As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

You stare at the floating screen and suck in your cheeks. It's only your first try but you're feeling overwhelmed. Just like always, you can't follow simple directions. You're a fuck up. 

It makes you wonder how you ever ended up here. In this immaculate kitchen with its shining marble counter tops, sparkling appliances, and many gadgets and accessories. Silver pans dangle from the rack hung over the island and knives are stuck to the magnet hold mounted on the wall. Yet you've made a mess of it all as flour dusts over the gold-veined surface and the smell of burnt dough tinges your nostrils. 

"Miss, is appears you've burnt the snickerdoodles," Friday says in her matter-of-fact way. 

"I did," you groan and plant your elbows on the counter, cup your chin in defeat. "I'm sorry." 

"You don't need to apologise to me," she assures. "You should start again at step one. 'Preheat the oven to 375 Farenheit...' 

"The oven's still on, you drone as you turn your face down. "I've ruined it all. I tried so hard but it's just all spoiled." 

"Miss, you can try again. I've already ordered more ingredients so that you can make everything," she insists. 

You puff. That dang computer. Of course, Tony insists that isn't what she is. She's a companion. She's more than code and she's a lot smarter than you, so you should listen. 

You push yourself up as you stick your lip out pathetically. You've never baked before. Tony knows this but it's a tradition. Not your tradition. You never even celebrated Christmas before. You watched it on the old VHS'. The films about daughters or sons or lovers trying to make it home for the holiday. Stuck between four walls, you always just assumed it was another fantasy. 

"Miss, you should dump the burnt cookies. They are not fit for consumption. And put a fresh sheet of parchment paper down." 

You nod and do as she says. Your hands are still fettered in the oven gloves as you take the tray and carry it to the bin. She opens it and you wince. You're still not used to that. 

You return to the counter and pull off the thick gloves. You tear off a new sheet of parchment and lay it on the pan. A frown tugs at your cheeks until they hurt. What if you can't do this? What if you disappoint Tony? He'd just be another person who you let down. There may not be many of those, but you can count everyone you've known on one hand. 

"Begin with the topping," Friday directs you. "Combine the granulated sugar and cinnamon together in a small bowl..." 

It's easier to let her tell you what to do. Almost like she's thinking for you. Tony does that too. He tells you what needs to be done so you're not so worried. Sometimes though, it's too much. All those expectations. Before, you were only ever expected to be quiet. 

You make three lines of four. The dough balls are perfectly arranged. Now you just need to not mess them up. 

"I would be happy to set a timer, miss." Friday offers. 

"Thanks," you say over your shoulder as you slide the pan into the oven. 

"You've made enough dough for three more batches. In the meantime, you could begin on the fruitcake," she suggests. 

"Uh, sure," you agree. 

"Mmm, smells like a fire," Tony's voice jars you before the companion-programmed interface can give her next command. "What're we workin' on, beautiful?" 

You face him and press your sweaty palms to the red apron with the frill edging. "Cookies. Or cake--" 

"There are a dozen snickerdoodles cooking with eleven minutes and thirty-one seconds left," Friday supplies. "And she was about to begin the fruitcake." 

You cringe and nod, "what she said." 

"What about the meringues? Peppermint? Just like I said?" He asks. 

"Sure, uh," you gulp, "you know, Mr. Stark, Tony... I'm not very good at this." 

"You'll get better, beautiful. Besides, it's tradition." 

"Y-yeah, I know, but I... I don't want to screw up or make you sick." 

"Baby, you're just fine. I know you can do it." He steps closer and puts his hands on your arms, "I see what no one else saw in you, huh? You got potential, you just gotta try." 

"I am. Trying, sir," you say. 

"I know, beautiful," he reaches to tap the end of your nose. "Don't be so mopey, alright? Look at all you got; a gorgeous kitchen, a gorgeous house, a gorgeous man..." 

You flick your lashes shyly and look away. He leans in and you let him kiss you. That's getting easier, even if the other things still hurt. 

"You know, there's nothing else I could ask for," he purrs as he draws back, "well, maybe one thing. Whiskey?" 

He looks at you with his deep brown eyes and that crooked grin. It was that look that comforted you the day you met. When the red and gold receded and revealed the very human man beneath. The first man you knew that didn't loathe you outright. 

"Yes, Tony," you answer and spin around. The liquor cabinet opens as you approach. You thank Friday and take out the dark bottle. A cupboard opens and you pull out a glass to pour. You bring the drink to him and smile nervously. "Here you are." 

"You know, seeing as this is your first Christmas and all, you're learning all my traditions," he leans a hand on the counter and sniffs the whiskey before he sips. You watch him tentatively, "we could start a few new ones." 

"New?" You echo curiously. 

He winks and takes another swig, "yeah, all this sweetness," he looks around at the cluttered ingredients, "I'm thinking something even sweeter."  

"Oh?" You bring your hands together and wring them. "What's that?" 

"Friday, scram," he looms close to you and sets his glass down.  

"Reconfiguring to standby," Friday responds promptly. 

He steps up and frames your hips with his hands. He sucks his teeth as he looks you up and down. You shiver as you're reminded of the night before. 

"How about you hop up here?" He keeps one hand on you as he sweeps aside the bag of flower and canister of baking powder with his other. "And feed me another kinda dessert." 

You look at him. You think you know what he means but you’re not sure. You’ll be embarrassed if you’re right. The last time he tried that you couldn’t stay still. 

“Oh,” you bat your lashes. 

“Oh,” he repeats coyly as he squeezes your hip. “You’re doing all this work, baby, why don’t you let me do some?” 

“Um, later... er, the cookies--” 

“I got a hankering for something better than cookies,” he grabs at your skirt and shoves his hands under the hem. He gropes your ass suddenly as he pulls you flush to him. You squeal in surprise. “What are these?” He pinches the fabric of your panties. “I didn’t pull these out.” 

“Uh, I...” you gulp. You didn’t think he’d be unhappy, you can see through every pair he gave you. “I’m sorry.” 

“Take ‘em off,” his voice deepens as he lets you go and steps back. He crosses his arms as his lips straighten to a dire expression. “Now.” 

“Yes, sir,” you blanch and open, your thumbs catching on your skirt before you can get the panties down. 

You teeter as you shove them to your knees and they fall to your feet. You bend to untangle them and stand. Tony takes them from you and flings them without looking. 

“Now, baby, I’m ready for the full course,” He takes you by the waist and turns your back to the counter. “You gonna serve it up to me?” 

You stare at him, speechless. His thumbs curl into your stomach then ease. He trails his hands to your hips and you yelp as he lifts you. You land on the counter and knock over a bowl as you slap your palms on the marble. 

“Tony!” You squeal. 

He hushes you as he raises the apron and your dress up your thighs, “open up for me, beautiful.” 

“Please, can’t we wait--” 

“I’ve been waiting,” he growls and bends before you can stop him. Not that you would even try. 

He grazes your thigh with his lips and his facial hair tickles you. You quiver as he nuzzles along the crease of your leg and against your pelvis. You tense as he grips your knees, holding them wide as he shoves his mouth against your cunt. 

You cry out again. You spasm as his tongue glides between your lips. His flicks around your clit and you whine. It’s so sensitive you could explode. 

You grasp the back of his head and try to push him away, “it’s still too much--” 

He hums and keeps going, ignoring your protests as he suckles on your bud. The pressure is enough to make you buck. You lean back on your arm and hiss. He puts his hand over yours and presses it to his skull, as if to make you urge him on. 

He wiggles his head as he eats you up unabashedly. He snarls and groans and laps. You whimper and shake, your insides consumed in flames. You can hardly stand the heat as he seeps through to your skin. You push your nails into his scalp and murmur his name. 

“Mmm, delicious,” he slithers against your thigh, pressing a wet kiss to your leg. 

You close your eyes as the sight of his head just peeking out beneath the rumpled apron makes you blush. You bite your lip and shudder as he goes back to his eager tending. He clutches your hand tighter as his tongue swirls around and around. 

The smell of smoke tinges your nose again. You sniff and flutter your lashes. You open your eyes and see the silver curls climbing out of the stove. You squeak and try to twist free of Tony. He grabs your thighs and sinks in fingertips in until you ache. 

“Ton-y,” you eke out, “the cook-ies!” 

“Leave em,” He growls as he snakes his hands under your thighs and hooks his arms around them. He yanks you so you fall onto your back, splaying wider as you crush mixing spoons and bags of chocolate chips and sugar. “I got more than enough right here.” 

[pombeom]

deal? | beomgyu fic (nsfw)

nsfw content below! mdni!

this is my first ever smut fic so please don’t judge and let me know if there’s anything that needs improving! i’ve only ever written fluff before so i definitely need some practice but i hope you still to enjoy it!

warnings: dom!gyu x switch?reader, smut, fingering, blowjob, handjob, living room sex, best friends to lovers, teasing, nipple play?, dirty talk?, unprotected sex (DON’T), fluffy ending, (am i forgetting something?)

The spitting of the rain echoed through your apartment. Despite the weather this week consisting of warm, luscious sun, today the skies had different plans for both you and your best friend Beomgyu. You had planned on taking a trip to the beach and invited him over to join you on your endeavours to which Beomgyu was very much happy to tag along. The sudden shift in the weather, however, obstructed your journey and as a result you’re both sitting on the couch of your apartment scrolling through Netflix picking something to watch.

“How have you never watched Gossip Girl! Are you even from this planet?”  

“Just because I have different tastes doesn’t mean I’m an alien,” Beomgyu shrugged, rolling his eyes.  

“No but seriously. You’re missing out big time Beom.”  

“Alright if you say so…If you really love it that much why don’t you put it on?”

“Seriously?? You’re letting me put in a show that I wanna watch…with no form of bribery?”  

“Well I didn’t say that did I. Everything comes with a price angel.” 

“What is it this time?” 

“Be patient. You’ll find out soon enough,” his smirk was enough to tell you that he had something planned. Something so devious that it might end up with you staying home all week from embarrassment. Your mind flashed back to the time he made you flash your tits at one of your elderly neighbours and you could do nothing but just feel the burn on your face and hear his laugh from behind you. The relationship between you and your neighbour was never the same again even after the cookies you baked her as an apology gift. Obviously, you didn’t want to trust him again this time. 

“Just promise me that it won’t involve my poor old neighbour again. I don’t think she could handle seeing my tits again,” you whined hoping that he’d pity you for last time’s ordeal.

“I promise angel. This time it’d be only you and me.” 

And for some reason, you had a feeling that this time wouldn’t be any better than the last. In fact it’d probably be worst… 

You shoved your doubts to the back of your mind and pressed play on the remote, starting Episode 1 of Gossip Girl as agreed upon by the both of you. 

As the episode progressed, you felt Beomgyu shift closer to you. Whilst it was normal for him to be clingy, the aura in the atmosphere was tenser than usual. Even though his eyes were glued on the screen observing the drama unfolding, you could sense that his mind was elsewhere. Every so often you felt a stare lasering the side of your face and your cheeks burnt up as a physical reaction of your nervousness. You felt a sharp tingle land on your bare thigh and instantly you regretted wearing your itty bitty surfer shorts. Soon enough Beomgyu’s entire hand was squeezing your thighs, kneeling them between his slim, long fingers. Your mind ran through thoughts which were criminally outrageous for your liking but you couldn’t help but wonder how his fingers would feel in between your legs, collecting the pool of slick that had now formed. 

And slowly but surely, his hands crept up closer and closer to your heat, barely scratching the fabric of your shorts and with the sudden contact, you let out a suppressed whimper. You finally turn your head to see Beomgyu smirking at your reaction, pride glimmering in his eyes. He continued to press against your pussy from outside your shorts gaining more sounds from you and subconsciously your hips started grinding against his palm. 

“Are you that desperate angel?”

“Beom, please,” you mumble.

“Please, what? Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you” 

“Please strip me and put those damn fingers in-“ 

Before you could even finish your sentence, you felt your shorts and underwear being ripped off and your pussy trembles in the contact of the cold surrounding air. He rubs your entrance gathering the slick and circles your clit sending sharp shivers up your spine. He picks up the pace and suddenly launches two fingers into your hole, pumping it in and it at the same speed. 

“Beom, pl- please go fast… faster” 

“Aww look at my angel stuttering. Are my fingers really doing that much to you?” 

He quickens his pace going at an absurdly high rate making your collapse under his control. You were a moaning mess and your every cry was music to his ears. Your pussy clenches around his fingers and just as you were about to cum, he removes his fingers crashing you down from your almost high making you cry from pain and the urge for release. 

“You’ll get your chance angel. But now I want you to please me. You think you can do that baby?” 

You nod your head and slip onto the floor of the living room, positioning yourself in between Beomgyu’s legs which were spread wide open. You put down his joggers with his underwear, revealing his thick, hard cock which stand erect. He holds up his hoodie so you can grab onto his dick and you start by rubbing the base of his shaft, slowly making your way up to the pink tip. You bring your mouth closer to his cock and tease it by swirling your tongue around it. Beomgyu, being impatient, grabs your hair into a makeshift ponytail and shoves his cock into your throat taking you by surprise. 

“I told you to please me, not tease me angel. Now suck.” 

You follow his order and hollow your mouth feeling his fat cock deep in your throat.  He takes control and fucks your mouth by rapidly pumping his suck into your mouth at a monstrous pace causing a pool of tears to well up in your eyes. 

“You’re taking me so well angel. Can’t believe I didn’t think of this sooner.” 

Your moans mixed with his grunts and whines echo through the room, replacing the sound of the rain and the TV. You feel his cock twitch and he pulls out taking away his own orgasm. You knew what was coming next and you were ready in every way. He picks you up from the ground and bends your over the arm of the sofa and positions himself behind you. He slaps his dick against your heat causing you to hitch your breath. Beomgyu places the tip in your slit and slams into your core, hitting your g-spot almost instantly. He continued to pound your pussy, not letting you adjust to his girthy size. 

“Beom, it- it’s too big! Slow…slow down!” your words came out slewed. 

“You can take it angel. Take my fat cock in your pretty pussy.”  

He abused your hole repeatedly as his hand clenched around your waist whilst the other made its way under your baggy t-shirt and straight to your naked tits. You knew you should have worn a bra before he arrived. 

He pinched your nipples sending shock waves straight to your brain, numbing every sense in your body apart from his touch, heightening every feeling he causes. Your pussy clenches again around his dick which only encourages him to move even faster.

“You’re clenching so hard right now angel. I think I’m gonna cum.” 

“Ahh!” You screamed pleasure overflowing in your body. “I’m gonna cum too Beom.” 

“Cum with me then angel. On the count of three.” 

“3, 2, —“

Before he could get to 1, both of you crash as Beomgyu rides you through your post-orgasmic release. Your body is shaking under his, while he holds you from collapsing into the wooden floor. 

“Beom- Beomgyu, that was so good.” 

“Yeah? Well you were great angel. Your pussy was made for my dick.” 

Your face turns red upon hearing his dirty compliment but your couldn’t help but agree at how well he fit in you. 

“I have something to tell you,” Beomgyu begins. 

“Go on,” you say now slouching back on the sofa whilst he wraps his arms around you. 

“I’ve liked you for a really long time now and there’s not a day that goes by where I don’t think of holding you like this. So as a part of our deal, am I allowed to ask you if you would let me be your boyfriend?” 

Your eyes widen at his confession and although you expected it after your little escapade together just moments ago, you felt a sense of shock but you were also pleasantly surprised. 

“Beom, you know that you’re my bestest friend in the world. And if I’m being honest, I’ve never thought of you as more than that,” you pause, gaging his reaction. He’s still maintaining eye contact but the hope in his eyes have disappeared which you chuckle at finding it amusing. 

“I’ve never thought of you as more than a friend. But ever since the moment you stepped in my apartment today, something felt different between us. I couldn’t quite place my finger on it until now but it’s taken me this long to realise the way I really feel about you. I also like you Choi Beomgyu and not just because you’ve given me the best fuck of my life but also because you light up my world. You’re so stupid sometimes because who would ever think of flashing an old lady like that but that’s what I love the most about you. So to answer your question, I would be honoured to have you as my boyfriend, only if you’d let me be your girlfriend.” 

His response came in the form of plunging into your lips, exchanging years worth of feelings and passion. 

He pushes his tongue in and before you have time to react, he picks you up bridal style and carries you over to your bedroom. 

“Beom, what are you doing?” You ask pulling away from the kiss.

“You up for round 2, angel?” 

[monzabee]

sunday blues – ms47 (+18)

masterlist || part 1 || part 2 ||

Summary: The one where Mick helps you the best way he knows when you’re feeling insecure.

Pairing: mick schumacher x vettel!reader

Word Count: 4.2k

Warnings: angst, crying, cursing, fluff, insecurities and self-depreciating thoughts, smut, unprotected sex (wrap your willy, don’t be silly!), google translate german, praise words, minors dni!!

Request: “Hello! I am so obsessed with your recent fic with Mick and Seb's daughter, so I was wondering if you could write something where she is feeling very insecure and stressed and he just kind of helps her through her feelings, maybe something smutty to show her how much he lovers her body or something?👀”

Author’s Note: hi, hey, hello!! this request has been sitting in my inbox for longer than i’d like to admit, but i’m so happy i got it done! it’s been a while since i wrote smut so if it doesn’t make sense i sincerely apologise, but as always thank you to the anon for the request and i hope you guys enjoy! good morning, noon or night wherever you are, xoxobee

Please also note that all of my works are protected under copyright, and not available for reposting on other platforms.

Mick didn’t expect to find you the way he did when he was leaving your flat to take Angie on her morning walk, he really didn’t – because when he was leaving this morning, after having kissed you goodbye while you were still asleep, everything seemed fine. And although he is not the one to stress in these type of situations, his mind automatically goes to the worst possible scenario when he comes home to you crying on your couch in your bathrobe. So he does the expected, he asks whether you hurt yourself – the answer is no. Did something happen to anyone from your family? Nu-uh. Is it social media related? Nope. Did someone physically did something to you? No Mick, you locked the door before you left the house.

Every possible question that comes to his mind being met with a negative answer from you has him perplexed to say the very least, so he takes a seat next to you and offers what he’s sure will put you in a better mood; cuddles. With you in his arms and Angie on your lap, you do feel better, but he makes sure to ask any other possible option that comes to his mind.

“Did you try to bake cookies again?” His voice wanders off, his fingers running through the ends of your braid.

You lightly punch his arm, and then return your attention back to petting Angie as you pout and mumble out, “My cookies were not burnt, they were lightly toasted.”

He lets out a sigh, and after pressing numerous kisses to your hair to coax you, he gently raises your chin up for you to meet his eyes. “I give up, please just tell me what’s bothering you, hase.”

There’s a fresh wave of tears accumulating in your eyes, threatening to fall down your cheeks, and it absolutely makes his heart clench. You lightly push yourself out of his arms, careful not to disturb the dog sprawled on both of you guys’ lap, “Nothing, you’ll think it’s stupid.”

“No I won’t,” he promises, fighting you in order to gather you back into his arms, but you’re not above fighting dirty – meaning using your nails to keep him away. “Are–” He takes a moment to pause and clear his throat, “Are you on your period?”

Mick watches as your lips part and a sound of indignation break free from the back of your throat. Without bothering Angie too much, you turn in your place to swat at his chest as you hiss, “You are an ass, Mick.”

“Bu– I didn’t mean –” He scrambles to get out, but you’re already walking towards your bathroom, and all he can do is watch you walk away from him. This time, his eyes meet Angie’s, and he can swear his dog is giving him the biggest side-eye known to mankind, but he can only breath out a, “I messed that one up big time, didn’t I?”

Angie gets up from his lap to walk towards the bedroom. Mick soon follows closely behind towards the bathroom.

You can hear his knocks and a faint Can I come in?, through the closed bathroom door, but as you try to tame the mess that is your hair, you call out to him, “No!” And because Mick is a gentleman, and arguably the best boyfriend in the universe, he actually waits outside the bathroom. Eventually, though, you feel bad making him wait outside by the door and with a final glance in the mirror, you stomp a few steps and push the bathroom door open, revealing Mick's concerned face.

“I’m sorry,” he starts, but before he can continue with the rest of his sentence, you cut him off with yet another swat of your hand to his chest and another fresh wave of tears.

“I am not, and I repeat – not, on my period.” With a final hit to his chest, you walk back to your previous spot in front of the sink and try to brush the knots in your hair.

Wincing at the way you’re aggressively dragging the brush through your hair, Mick walks towards you to stand behind you at the sink and gently takes the brush out of your hand. “Here, let me do it.” And though you don’t want to admit, he’s gentle yet successful as he brushes your hair out for you. With his eyes occasionally drifting to watch you over the bathroom mirror, he dutifully manages to finish brushing your hair, and soon after you are back in his arms as he wraps them around your middle. “Now, are you going to tell me what’s been bothering you?”

You shake your head with another sniffle, “It’s not important.”

“Hase, please,” he practically begs as his attention is drawn to your puffy eyes, “it is important if you’re still crying over it.”

With a guilty look on your face and an apprehensive voice that absolutely breaks his heart, you mumble, “You really want to know?” This time it is you who is meeting his eyes through the mirror to see him nod sheepishly, and as you occupy yourself with his fingers you find yourself mumbling again, “My, uh, my boobs are too small.”

“Your what, is what?” Mick stammers in surprise, blinking at the unexpected confession. His expression shifts from confusion to realization, and his fingers tangle themselves with yours. “Hase, are you serious?”

You can feel the heat rising in your cheeks, embarrassed by your own admission. “Yes, and don’t call me that.”

“What?” With more confusion he stammers out, “I– I thought you liked it, it’s cute.”

He watches you let out a soft whimper, and then throw your head back against his chest in frustration. After sniffling and, yet, another fresh wave of tears, which Mick quickly wipes away as he keeps his gaze locked to yours, “I’m not supposed to be cute.”

“Oh?” he asks, “And what are you supposed to be, then?”

“I don’t know!” The sudden sob breaking out from the back of your throat has his eyes widening in surprise, and also concern – but for the first time that morning, you seem to be talking about what’s been wrong, so he has no intention to interrupt you. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to be anymore! I can’t be too perfect or too flawed, too confident or too uncertain; people have opinions and they are not afraid to voice them, so I end up feeling not enough for the majority of time.” Mick’s hold tightens around as you let out a particularly violent sob, “And my boyfriend has bigger boobs than me!”

Mick's eyes widen in both surprise and disbelief as your last sentence tumbles out, and for a moment, there's a pause in the air as he processes your words. “So you’re sad, because you think your boobs are not big enough?”

“Well yeah,” you mumble, suddenly feeling extremely self-conscious under his gaze. “I told you you’d think it’s stupid.”

“I don’t think it’s stupid,” Mick announces, “everybody gets insecure sometimes; what I don’t understand is why on earth you would compare yourself like that.” Mick's fingers gently wipe away a tear from your cheek, and he turns you towards himself to lift your chin up, “You’re perfect the way you are, hase.”

You let out a shaky breath, his words slowly starting to sink in. “I just don’t want to feel like this all the time.”

“I know, darling,” he coos and then offers you a gentle smile, his thumb tracing soothing circles on your cheek. “You’re perfect, you hear me? My perfect girl, hm?” He ignores a whiny objection in the form of you dragging out his name. “The kindest,” he leans in towards you, “and the smartest,” then presses his lips against your forehead, “the most beautiful girl inside and out.”

“Micki,” his names comes off from your lips in a whispery sigh, your head turning sideways as his nose nudges your jaw. His warm breath tickles your skin as he continues to nuzzle against your jaw, his lips brushing over your skin in gentle, feather-light kisses. His lips stretch when you let out a soft giggle, “It tickles.”

Mick's lips curve into a playful smile against your jaw, and he continues to pepper your skin with those feather-light kisses, this time intentionally causing a cascade of giggles from you. His touch is tender, his affection evident in each sweet gesture.

“It does, doesn't it?” he murmurs, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine as he moves his kisses to your cheek.

You squirm slightly in his embrace, the ticklish sensation mixed with delight. “Baby, stop,” you manage to say between giggles, even as your fingers find their way to his sides, retaliating with a gentle poke.

“Okay, okay, I’ll stop.” With a final loving peck to your cheek, Mick relents and holds you closer to himself as your giggles slowly subside. As your giggles subside, Mick tilts his head slightly to meet your gaze. His eyes, still filled with tenderness, lock onto yours, and he brushes a few strands of hair away from your face. “Feeling better?” he asks softly.

After taking a few deep breaths to calm yourself, you give him a tight lipped smile. “I’ll be fine, Micki, I promise.” Ignoring the look he gives you, which tells you that he doesn’t believe a word you say, you reach up to press a gentle kiss to his cheek. “Thank you for being here, you know?”

“Of course, hase,” he mumbles in thought, the material of your robe feeling soft under his touch as he lets the cogs turn in his head. With his eyebrows furrowing, he grabs you by the waist and raises you up to sit you on the bathroom counter. “On the second hand, I think I need to show you just how much I appreciate you, hm?” Ignoring yet another objecting sound from your lips, he places a kiss on the juncture of where your jaw meets your neck, and moves his kisses down until he’s met with your robe again. With a playful glint in his eyes, he lets his fingers work the knot of your robe’s belt.

His eyes widen as his brain registers the fact that you are not wearing anything underneath the robe, and you reply to his flabbergasted look with an innocent shrug of your shoulders as you give him the excuse, “I was about to take a shower before I… well, had a moment.”

You watch as a string of expletives leave his lips, and he needs to take a moment to recover as he mumbles, “Guter Gott.” Though, as your breathy giggles bring him back to the present, he pushes your robe off your shoulders in a quick move, and you realise there is a much darker look in his eyes when your eyes meet again, “And you think my girls are not enough.”

Before you can answer, his hands are quick to grab your breasts as he gives them a firm squeeze, causing you to forget whatever clever comeback you had and instead let out a shallow exhale. “They’re small,” you complain, but he is quick to shut you down by pinching your left nipple between his two fingers – not enough to make it actually hurt, but enough to shock you into shutting up and letting out a small yelp instead.

“Stop talking,” the sharper undertone of his voice has you biting the corner of your bottom lip in anticipation, but his eyes soften as he looks at the bewildered look on your face. “Here’s what’s going to happen,” he fixes you with his stare as his hands go back to gently handling your breasts, “I’m going to fuck you in front of this mirror so that you can see just how beautiful you are, and you’re not going to say a word unless it’s a moan or telling me to stop.”

With a slacked jaw you stare at your boyfriend, your sweet Mick who is soft and treats you as if you’re a china doll most of the time. But now, he looks at you with a stern look in his eyes, and the fact that they are a few shades darker than their normally baby-blue colour tells you that he means business. “Can you kiss me first?” Your voice is breathy, because everything about Mick makes it harder to breath harder, and the corner of his mouth rise in a small smirk as his brain registers the desperation in your voice. “Please.”

“How can I not when my pretty girl is being so well-mannered?” He watches as you straighten up in your place, which causes you to come closer to his face and he lets out a low chuckle. “Patience, baby,” he moves his hands to cup your face and his thumbs gently caress the tops your cheeks. He teases you by dipping his head until his lips are touching yours, and he lets out another chuckle when you chase his lips when he slightly pulls away. But deciding to alleviate you from your pain, he finally presses his lips against yours – though his kiss is nothing like his soft touch from mere moments ago.

His tongue explores your mouth as if he hasn’t kissed you a million times before, but his kiss is as bruising as they come. He draws all kinds of noises from you, with a single kiss, and it would be concerning how much you lose yourself in him if it wasn’t too good. You manage to nip at his lower lip just as he is starting to pull away.

“Gut sein,” he mumbles, the small (but accomplished) smile on your lips bringing a smile to his own. “Now, what do you say to me for the kiss, hm?”

Be good, he says – you can totally do that. His lips move down to your jaw to then your neck, and your lips form a perfect ‘O’ when he starts nipping and sucking on your skin. “Thank you for the kiss, Micki,” you mumble breathily, your hands grabbing his forearms to move his hands from your face back onto your breasts. He lets an appreciative hum as his hands go back to fondling the skin under his hands, which elicits a louder moan from your lips, “Oh, that feels good.”

Mick’s reply comes in the form of another hum as he keeps on sucking hickeys, which will undoubtedly make you complain to him tomorrow, but the way he handles you is enough to convince you not to care. After he’s satisfied with handiwork; he pulls back from your neck to only dip his head more to take one of your nipples to his mouth while his hand is busy groping the other breast, causing you to weave your fingers through his hair to press him closer to your chest. His ministrations, combined with his intention of marking up your chest as he did your neck has you ending up as a whimpering mess on the bathroom counter, calling out Mick’s name to do something more in hopes of him keeping his promise. His voice is husky as he asks, “Now do you believe me?”

Your hands are on him the second he pulls away and his breathing is a mess while you scramble to get off his shirt; your hands gliding across his chest down to the start of his running shorts he has from his morning run, and he has to restrain himself from letting out a groan as you sit in front of him with wide eyes and lips that are pink from all the biting. You voice is also husky as you answer his question with one of your own, “Are you going to fuck me now, liebste?”

He smiles sweetly at your attempt of trying to take back the reigns, and he tries to appear in though as he slowly pulls you off the counter. “In a second, I have to check something first.” He quickly turns you around to face the mirror, where you watch his hand’s movements as it slides from your waist down to the front of your sleeping shorts. The gasp that leaves from between your lips causes his sweet smile to morph into something more mischievous, and you catch his smirk on the mirror in front of you as he lets his fingers feel the wetness between your legs. “You’re soaked, hase, I think you’re more than ready.”

“Yes, please,” your voice comes off in a whimper as you slip your hand behind you to palm the bulge that presses onto your back through the material of his shorts that hang lower on his hips. You let out another moan when his fingers make their way towards your clit, which is his way of reminding you of who’s in charge – and it’s most definitely not you given the fact that you almost topple over the counter when he presses his fingers with slightly more pressure. You hear him let out a low groan when you move your hand slightly, but his fingers continue their movements which causes you to let out small mews of pleasure.

After he pulls his fingers out of your short, and consequently makes a show of licking them clean that leaves you quite literally panting with need. Smirking at your reaction, he taps the outside of your upper thigh, “Spread your legs, baby, watch me on the mirror, hm?” He makes sure to place your hands on the countertop after he’s done taking of the remainder of your clothing and underwear. A part of you is sure he’s secretly enjoying the attention and how good you’re being as you silently watch him ges out of his own shorts and underwear. “You ready?”

“Mhm-hm,” you mumble as you nod quickly and gather your hair on one of your shoulders.

Mick presses his lips on your bare shoulder as he grabs your waist with one of his hands, grabs the base of his cock with his free hand and guides it between your legs – a gasp leaves your lips as the tip of his cock presses into you. He’s slow as he guides the rest of his cock into your pussy, and you drag out his name under your breath. “So good,” he murmurs as his hand joins his other one on your hip, and he tries to keep his hips still to give you an opportunity to get used to it, “always feel so good for me.”

Your hands grab the marble tighter as the stretch has you wanting to just press your hips backwards against his, “Move, Micki, please.”

He meets your eyes through the mirror and chuckles lowly, “Patience, baby,” he repeats his words from before – but he obliges you nonetheless, as he pushes in all the way in a move that knocks all the breath out of your lungs. He is slow as he starts moving his hips in a steady rhythm. But soon he picks up the rhythm, and every snap of his hips to yours has you becoming more and more of a whimpering mess. His eyes capture your blush that is painting your cheeks and he lets his eyes wander lower where it has started to move towards your chest, which he’s more than welcome to adore the view of your breasts moving with every move his hips makes.

The moans that rip from the back of your throat become louder, stronger and more demanding as Mick decides to thrust himself deeper into you – a sweet reminder that you’ll definitely be feeling him for the rest of the day and all of tomorrow. You can’t seem to form sentences with words other than more, please and various forms of his name, but he grants you what you want when one of your hands leave the counter to pull him in for a kiss. It’s messy and rushed, but it leaves you lightheaded as you find yourself begging for more when he pulls away. “No, no, I want more,” a high-pitched whine begs, and you drag out the next word, “please.”

Mick lowers his head enough for his lips to be level with your ear. “Look into the mirror, hase,” his breath hits your skin, and he rewards you with a sweet smile, “you see what I see?”

“I don’t see you giving me another kiss,” you grumble, but quickly stop rebutting when his hips deliver a rather sharp push, “fuck, that feels good.”  

“Look how beautiful you look,” he pants, his laboured breath hitting your ear, “the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.” You’re sure your skin will be bruised from the way his fingers grabs onto your hips – not that it would look out of place with other parts of your body he’s already marked you on. “And you say you’re not enough, God, hase.”

Your hand snakes its way from his neck towards his hair as your fingers thread through his locks. “I need more, Micki, please.”

But unfortunately for you, Mick has every intention of  ignoring your pleas. “Do you know why I call you hase?” Between the haze of him fucking you into the counter and his breathy words, you manage to give him a weak shake of your head. “It’s because I love seeing your tits when you’re bouncing on my cock.” To accentuate his point, he holds your hips in place as he delivers sharper thrusts.

“I thought it was because of the way I scrunch my nose,” you gasp while pulling at his hair. Though it is not exactly the part he chooses to focus on – instead, he watches as your already blushed cheeks become a deeper shade. Another gasp, this time laced with a louder moan, is ripped from you when he continues the sharper movement of his hips, “I– Mick, right there!”

“Shh, I got you,” he soothes your moans as he stills the movement of his hips for a minute to hike your left leg to rest it on the counter and then grabs the hand you have raised up to do the same, “hang on for me, okay?” He watches as you give him a tentative look through the mirror as he wraps his arm across your middle to reach for your clit as he harshly pushes himself back into you.

Combined with his thumb applying pressure onto your clit and the way he’s filling you up once again causes you to moan his name louder than before. “I’m not going to last,” the whiny words leave your lips before you can stop them, and he gives you a smirk as his fingers quicken their pace, “fuck, Micki, just like that.”

Lost in the pleasure building up in your lower stomach, you don’t realise his free hand moving up to cup your breast until he’s pinching your nipple between his fingers to draw out another moan from your lips, which sounds more like a scream because of all the please you’re feeling. “Do you see how beautiful you are? Look at yourself, baby.”

“Please Mick,” you let out a moan meddled with a sob as you watch your reflection in the mirror – the way your body is shaking with every movement of his hips and the way his front is pressed into your back, the disheveled look of your sweaty hair, and the way your wide eyes accompany your blushed cheeks, “make me come, please, I’m so close.” Your words must’ve acted as a source of motivation, since he quickens the pace of his hips and presses his thumb more as he continues the steady movements, which has you chanting out nothing but praises and a string of yes, yes, yes, yes.

Regardless of the condom he’s wearing, Mick can tell when you’re close as you clench around him, and he urges you to let go by mumbling into your skin, “It’s okay, hase, let it go.” And who are you to not give your boyfriend what he asks of you? So he’s there to guide you through your release while you sink your nails into his biceps to still yourself. He’s not far as he reaches his own peak and spills into you, which pulls yet another moan from you as you also hear his loud groan – a sound you’ll never get sick of hearing. You gasp lightly when he eventually pulls out of you; though when he sees the tired smile you give through the mirror (and yes, maybe he does call you hase because you do scrunch your nose while smiling), he responds with one of his own as he presses small kisses to your hairline, “There’s my smile.”

“I love you,” your raspy voice whispers, and suddenly you’re lost once again in the way he’s looking at you – a habit you’ll gladly keep.

“I love you too,” he responds, his nose nuzzling your jaw before giving you a sweet kiss, and it makes him chuckle lightly when you’re chasing his lips once again when he pulls away. “Come on, now we both need a shower.” The sounds of your giggles when he picks you up to get both of you into the shower, and as you hid your face in the crook of his neck you hear him mumble, “Mein hübsches mädchen.” My pretty girl.

[starryficsfinishwen]

✧。◟ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ! — PGR Men x reader

last night, I laid in bed so blue / then I realized the truth!

summary // how do your favorite constructs kiss you?

a.n. - post Valentine's post :D I've been so busy with irl lately, I only just got back on my Tumblr 🫠 how'd your valentine's go?(I had a date with my school project :'D so peinful)

pairing(s) - lee, chrome, wanshi, kamui, camu, watanabe, noan, roland, noctis x f!commandant (and can be gender neutral!) (separate!)

content // suggestive LOL basically how your favorite playable characters would kiss you scenarios~

dividers by @/saradika-graphics!

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ Lee: Hyperreal

Kissing Lee is like breathing.

Inhaling, in the way his hands are on your jaw, the little smile on your lips when his breath fans yours. Breathing in, the smell of the cologne you've gifted him makes you dizzy in a good way, the softest brush of his mouth on the corner of your lips. Taking in, the taste of chocolate; bitter as the coffee you made the first time, yet morphs into something so sweet as sugar cookies, and you can feel him smiling as your lips meet, savoring every drop he offers—

Exhaling, as Lee pulls away to give you air, foreheads touching, because you are both too intertwined to move away from one another.

“We made quite a mess here,” you giggled.

The newly-made kitchen of the Gray Raven base is as messy as a child's breakfast: pots and pans strung everywhere, chocolates and other liquids splattered all over the counter, the drain is probably clogging for some reason (it was Lee's fault), and there was a burnt cake placed somewhere (your fault) but you both never minded those.

“I told you to let me handle all the baking,” Lee huffs, thumbs unconsciously caressing your jaw, “You had to be so stubborn.”

“I knew what I was doing,” you pout, “You always follow the recipe, even though you could just do some feeling!”

“I am starting to doubt your feelings. Remember the first-”

“-not another word.”

“Okay, okay, I'm sorry to burst your bubble.” Lee smiles at you, hands now placed beside your legs on the table you sat on, “We might as well clean up and just order something else.”

“Nooo,” you whine, tugging on his 'Kiss the Cook' apron, “The last cake is in the oven. It'll be done. I promise, it will taste yummy.”

Your lover laughs, his head rubbing your cheek, “Remind me again why we are baking?”

“It was supposed to be my surprise for you for Valentine's.” You admit, sighing, “You had to come and ruin it.”

Everything feels natural; his body fills in the gaps in yours. His head rests on your neck, your hand on his cheek and hair, his arms on your waist. You breathe in the same air, laughing off the smell of the burnt cake from earlier.

“I'm sorry,” he softly murmurs, his lips lightly kissing your neck, “...at least I get to take you out tonight.”

“Tonight?” Did you have a plan for tonight?

“Yes. I reserved a table for us at the restaurant you like.”

What a surprise. Pulling away to look at Lee's cerulean eyes, you somehow realized something:

“I thought you hated dining outside of our lounge.”

“I do,” Lee purses his lips, before sighing, “but I know we've been busy and you wanted to eat outside. Besides, it's still practical because of the restaurant's offer for Valentine's.”

Ah, this man is so smooth. You already knew that it wasn't just for that reason. Leaning to press your lips into his, you could feel your heart leap out of joy. You could hear the ting of the oven, but you never cared. You only wanted Lee's kiss— Lee's love, in the form of inhaling, taking in, exhaling.

“Commandant,” Lee pulls away slightly, whispering, “the cake-”

“I love you, Lee,” you giggled, hands threading in his hair as you purposely let your leg catch that particular spot that made him shudder, “You're so sly.”

“...You better finish what you've started, Commandant.”

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ Chrome: Glory

Kissing Chrome is needy.

It's hot, it's heavy— his hands that grasped your shoulders, almost afraid you'd disappear if he wasn't careful; yet, still so gentle— his lips on yours are so soft, you feel like you'd melt if he wasn't holding you.

“I missed you,” Chrome mumbles when he parted from yours for air, “I missed you so damn much.”

It's not a common occurrence for the both of you to be away from each other. He was the Captain of Strike Hawk, and you had your own team. But to be away from the public eye, to be in some random corner of the streets, as your heavy breathing mingled with one another and your bodies touching, you remember that you couldn't be away from your lover far too long now.

“I missed you, Chrome, I missed you, too.” You could sob from the intensity of your situation, hands reaching for whatever part of him—his shoulders, his arms, his cheek— “Thank God, I can finally see you.”

“Me too,” Chrome breathes, placing a kiss on the crown of your head, “I couldn't wait any longer.”

“Do you still have more appointments?”

“I do,” he groans, frustration evident on his pretty face, “I still have to meet a few more people...”

“I'm sorry.”

“Don't be,” Chrome is the one who apologizes instead, starry eyed twinkling that made you frown instead.

It's always busy and no rest days. Apart from your lover being such a dependable leader, sometimes, your greed makes you want to steal him away. But alas, as you caress his cheek, the cool touch of his skin underneath your fingertips, it makes you lean onto him, lips kissing his jaw.

“[Y/N]...?”

“I missed your touch,” You admit, hands now on his cheeks, “I missed your face. I missed your hands, your kisses— I don't want to be away from you longer.”

Was it your position that somehow made you hot? Or was it the way Chrome leaned more into you, kisses reaching every inch of your face, to your chin, to your exposed jaw— you stifle a quiet moan, as Chrome nips at a particularly sensitive spot on your neck, something that you've never touched before, something that was a step closer into your relationship.

“I am trying so hard not to overwhelm you, [Y/N]. I missed you so badly,” Chrome groans, “but finally seeing you, finally being able to touch you...I want to show you how much I missed you, but I'm afraid it'll be too much...”

“Don't stop,” Boldly, you proclaimed, hands running through his hair, disrupting it into a messy one, “Let's go home, Chrome. Show me how much you've missed me, and I'll show you mine.”

Pulling away so slightly, Chrome's turquoise irises reflecting a darker shade amidst the light from the crack of the corner. In between those eyes and your pending responsibilities, you already made your decision. As you feel Chrome's hold on your hips, you pressed your lips to him.

“I hope you'll stay true to that offer, [Y/N].”

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚Wanshi: Hypnos

Kissing Wanshi is dreamy.

In the tender tones of daylight, the artificial sun bleeding into your skin. There are too many touches all at once, but neither the two of you bother to pull away. Wanshi's lips find your skin without a hassle, humming when you swallow your laughs. He's everywhere— your hand, your arm, your shoulder, the dip of your breasts, your clavicle— everywhere but your face.

“Wanshi,” you purred, never bothering to open your eyes, “you're so needy...”

“Hush, let me dream a bit longer,” your lover sighs in your neck, nibbling your skin, “it's not everyday I get to kiss you like this.”

“We'll both be late at this point. Didn't you say Captain Chrome warned you already?”

“He already put those rules before,” he pauses, yawning, arms now wrapped possessively around your waist, “I'm exempted.”

“I won't be surprised if you get to be deprived of your capsule for another week...”

“Hey, this is about us today,” he murmurs, lightly kissing the side of your neck, “I don't want to hear another man's name in our bed...”

Your lover never learns. But still, you couldn't help but laugh at his antics. It's his problem anyways, not yours. As you giggle, your hand finds itself cupping Wanshi's soft cheeks, squeezing it.

“Wanshi, darling, we really need to get up soon. I also have work.”

You could feel Wanshi pouting against your skin. Without a warning, he gets on top of you, golden eyes looking at you. “Five minutes. Give me five more minutes, and I'll let you go.”

As you were about to ask what he meant, Wanshi leans down to capture your lips with his. You squeak from surprise, but in the end, you couldn't help but submit to his whims. His soft lips, the love that permeates from him, slipping in so deeply into you as you felt yourself buried deeper into the sheets. Your hand finds his, intertwining as he leads it above your head. Forget your job, forget that it's another shitty work day; it's only you and Wanshi, in your bed, and his dreamy kisses.

You love Wanshi, and you'd always pick him, despite his sleepy circumstances, despite everything else.

“Mm...Wanshi, give me more than five minutes.” You mutter, letting your legs wrap around his waist, pressing into him.

“Oh?”

“Yes, nngh, you win this time. Now, give me more kisses.”

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ Kamui: Tenebrion

Kissing Kamui is like catching the sun in both hands.

More like a surprise; playful shouting as he wins another round of your favorite game, leaving you dumbfounded in your chair. You love your man so much that you'd rather see him with that goofy smile on his face. But sometimes, some victories feel like they are being rubbed hard on your face.

“Haha! This is the third time now!”

“Alright, alright,” you shrug, placing the controller down, watching Kamui lead out of his seat, “You win.”

“Does this mean I get to have the seat for a week?”

“A month, too, if you want,” you shrug again, “Congratulations, Kamui.”

It's his playful character that made you fall for him in the first place— a unique laughter, the way his eyes crinkled with delight, how Kamui's feet would curl. But unbeknownst to him, however, you had another trick on your sleeve.

“Time for a free round!”

“No, thank you,” you flutter your eyes at him, “I'd like to see you play for now. I might get you next time if I watch your movements.”

Kamui laughs instead, making your stomach jump, “Babe, just watch, then. But I'm sure that I'll win again like always.”

As Kamui positions, your plan goes into play. He won't win against you, the real mastermind of the game.

Kamui's eyes glimmer as he focuses intently on the game. Somehow, in the middle of scoring another new record, his mind lands on you.

“[Y/N]? You seem qui-”

When he turns his head, he is met with a surprise kiss on his lips. Kissing Kamui always felt like reaching for the sun in your hands, especially this way: the surprised sound from his lips when they met yours, the softest yet so hot as he absentmindedly drops his console, reaching to hold you; Kamui doesn't hesitate to kiss you back with the same intensity— tongue tasting his favorite drink on yours, the smell of your perfume, and the dizzying heat when he refuses the pull away, in spite of your little plan.

You squeak when Kamui gently pushes you onto the sofa, him breaking away to find your saliva strung together on both of your lips. The game plays in the background, forgotten as Kamui straddles you. Looking back at his glinting eyes, you seem to miss this in your equation.

“Really, [Y/N]?”

“Y-you didn't have to- I-I thought you'd-”

“Tsk, tsk,” Kamui laughs, thumb caressing your swollen lips, “[Y/N], you already knew I'd let you win. I guess you'll be getting your present early, then~”

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚Camu: Crocotta

Kissing Camu is like snow on the beach.

So rare, so sudden. It's the rumble of the vending machine of some unknown brand, dropping a new kind of food. Was it edible?

“So they really did put up these things.”

It's the low sound of Camu's husky voice surprising you on a random sunny afternoon. You quickly pick up the food, presenting it in front of him, “Do you mean this?”

Camu takes the food from your hand. It's a cake in a can, you presume, as it is written boldly on the cover. Squinting his eyes, Camu effortlessly tears off the lid without the use of the safety pin. At this point, such a scenario no longer surprises you.

“A cake in the can?”

“A cake in the can.” Camu affirms, giving it back to you, “It was a staple for the Japanese vending machines back in the Golden Age.”

The little treat (although forced open) seemed cute. Using the spoon provided, you took a few bites. Immediately, a yummy flavor pours into your mouth, making you squeal with joy. You quickly taste more.

“Mmh! It's so sweet~!”

“Yeah, they're usually really sweet.”

Taking a large spoonful, you hold it out to Camu. “Would you like some?”

Hesitant. Camu looks at you, somehow judging you (do you usually hold out food to random people?), yet cautiously leans down to your height. His eyes never leave yours as he takes a bite, even until he gulps it down. Your eyes twinkle as you notice your joy reflected in his, signaling the sweet taste of the dessert.

“What do you think?”

“...it is very sweet.”

“I really want to eat more of this~” you grin, “let me order-”

Camu holds your shoulder, causing you to stop. When you turned to look back at him, focused dark eyes looked at you.

“Wait.”

Camu leans forward, his face inches away from yours. As you feel your temperature grow higher, you only notice Camu's thumb caress the corner of your mouth.

“...you had a bit of cream there.”

Did you only notice Camu's handsomeness just now? Or was it because of the close proximity? His breath is cool on your lips, pretty dark eyes devoid of any harshness that he usually portrays, yet the subtle softness of his features somehow made him look more handsome up close. It makes you want to kiss him.

“I'm sorry?”

Snapping out of your reverie, you blink at him, “Huh?”

“You said you wanted to kiss me.”

Crap. You and your thoughts! You groan, trying to mask your reddening embarrassment, “Ah, Camu, I'm so sorry, I didn't-”

But Camu closes the gap anyways. It catches you off guard at first, but his kiss is cool and warm at the same time, almost felt like bathing in the sea amidst the snow. You taste the sweet cake on his lips, the smell of peppermint invading your senses. It is only a short while, ending as fast as it started. When he pulls away, you find dark eyes reflecting your emotion: curiosity.

“...ah-!”

“Technically, we indirectly kissed already.”

Camu points at the spoon, realization dawning on you. You squeak, trying to assess more of the situation. But Camu, with a small smile on his lips despite the deepening blush on his cheeks, coughs, “...I guess it's time for me to ask you out later during the Valentine's event, then.”

You were about to ask what the deal was about, until your mind whirred back to his initial words.

“I thought you don't like Valentine's?”

“I don't like Valentines.” He said.

“So why...?”

Camu, turning away from you, before looking back with a smile on his face, “I like you, obviously.”

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚Watanabe: Epitaph

Kissing Watanabe is always a surprise.

It's when you least expected it. From the sudden kisses in front of children, to meet ups in the warehouse, and even in random times of the day. Watanabe would always keep surprising you, you almost think it's a routine at this point (God Bless your heart; hopefully his antics won't kill you before your fated day).

However, lately, it's almost not happening.

“Hello, [Y/N],” your lover greets you as he passes by, opting to continue talking to the man beside him. You retract your expectant hands.

“Watch out, [Y/N].” Watanabe calmly catches you by your hips, when a child nearly hits you with the ball. You wanted to reach out, but he was already walking away.

“I'll be taking that.” And gone was the playful kiss on your shoulder, instead, it was a smile on his lips as he took the supplies and left you in the dark. What the hell was going on?

On a random evening, he started to avoid you on purpose.

“Watanabe!” You cried out as you watched him disappear from the sea of people.

It was the nth time of you trying to track him down that day. Tired from running around, you slump against the wall, tears filling your eyes. Your tears began to escape your eyes as the atmosphere around you, despite it being Valentine's, was full of love and laughter.

What did you do wrong? Watanabe is your lover, one you've long promised to be with forever. But what was forever if he no longer looked at your way?

“Miss [Y/N]?”

Sniffling away your tears, you looked up to see one of the Forsaken soldiers. “Y-yes?”

“...are you alright?”

“Y-yes, yes,” you were not, but you still stood up, facing the soldier, “What do you need?”

“Could you kindly come with me to the warehouse? I need someone to inspect the weapons before we head out tomorrow.”

Wordlessly, you follow the construct. Your mind swims in a hazy sea of doubts and self depreciation. Should you leave this place? Go back to Babylonia? You are still welcome there, last time you checked. But the people...

It didn't take a while before you both arrived at the destination. Stepping inside the dark warehouse, you failed to notice that the door behind you closed. As you ran to pry it open, from the corner of your eyes, you saw a lone light shine in the middle of the dark warehouse.

It's Watanabe.

All of your anger rushes to your brain. Your legs move quicker, however, sprinting to reach out to the estranged man.

“You selfish little-”

“[Y/N]-”

Anything Watanabe says is fast, but your reflexes are faster. You held onto his arms, your tears of anger flowing as you cried out.

“What the hell is wrong with you?”

“I know, I know-”

“Do you know how sad and angry I am at you? For leaving me with no answers?”

Watanabe does not answer. He lets you speak.

“Why? What did I do wrong? Why are you ignoring me?”

“I am aware, yes.” He answers, sorrowful, “I am sorry for treating you that way, [Y/N]. I know I shouldn't have done that, but my actions hurt you instead.”

“Then why did you do it?”

Watanabe doesn't answer. Instead, he reaches out to cup your cheeks, genuine sadness reflecting in his expression.

“I have been thinking. And I made up my mind.”

He caresses your cheeks with such reverence, it almost makes you melt. “...being away from you is so cruel. I wanted to make such a heavy decision, to leave you so you could be with another human, but I realized that I was just like you— I would be angry, too.”

Watanabe leans down, your forehead touching, “I want to be greedy for you, [Y/N]. Please, let me make it up to you.”

Suddenly, you were aware of the weight of your words from earlier. You weren't mad; you were devastated. Should this man, the love of your life, leave you, what becomes of you, then?

“Watanabe...”

You tug on his collar, whispering, “Don't go. Kiss me, please.”

Kissing Watanabe really is a surprise. It's fulfilling, in a way that completes you like a puzzle, his warm lips on yours. You love him just as much as he loves you, perhaps more— it's agonizing, it's too much, yet you crave for him; he is all you have. When he reluctantly pulls away, he whispers your name.

The lights of the warehouse turn on. And behind him, a dazzling display of flowers and pictures are shown.

“What-”

“I know it's not much, unlike the luxuries in Babylonia,” Watanabe kneels down, the glittering stone on the engraved jewelry in his hand, “But this is all from every corner of my heart; I love you, my [Y/N]. Please accept my proposal.”

You couldn't hold your tears anymore— from anger, they turned into immense joy. The answer has long been spoken.

“Marry me, my [Y/N].”

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚Noan: Arca

Kissing Noan is sweet.

Little kisses and noises of joy as you take breaks in between your book reading. It's his warm hand on top of yours, the other busy flipping through the pages. Noan's voice is a soothing lullaby, a gentle lull as he reads the passages for you.

“It's quite ironic,” Noan breaks away from the book, putting it aside as he brushes away the hair covering your face, “I thought you wanted me to read to you.”

There you were, comfortably laying on his lap, watching him with tired eyes. Slightly pouting, you weakly tugged on his scarf, “Noan, why did you stop...”

“My lap isn't very comfortable to sleep in. Let's move you back to your base.”

“Nooo,” you stubbornly shook your head, trying not to let Noan stand, “Finish reading the book, please? You're almost at the exciting part...”

Sighing, Noan picks up the book. Frankenstein by Mary Shelley, one of the books that caught Noan's attention. Driven by your immense curiosity and how Noan was itching to read the story, judging by its summary, you thought it was a nice idea to let him read to you. It's hitting two birds with one stone!

“I don't get how you're so interested in the book,” Noan asks, flipping back to the page where he left, “You're already falling asleep.”

You don't have the heart to tell him you've already read it while you were still in the F.O.S. “Well, I think the concept is neat.”

“The concept of a man who has the body parts of dead people off killing people just to appease his creator?”

You shrugged, “I mean...”

Noan laughs, fingers idly drifting and drawing circles on your cheek, “Just tell me that you're just doing this because you think that I'm interested in it.”

“Are you not?” You turned to catch brown eyes looking at you with mirth.

“In a way, yeah.”

You pondered for a bit, trying to remember the contents of the book. Lifting your hand to cup Noan's cheeks, you huffed, “Y'know, you remind me a bit of the monster.”

Quickly catching yourself with your words (to which Noan laughs), “I mean, minus the killing. Wait, no, I mean-”

“Okay, okay, something related to that?”

“Yes, that.” You grinned, “the monster wasn't supposed to mean any harm. He simply wanted the attention and love from his creator.”

Your lover, in a way, was similar to the monster of the book. Rebuilt and revived, nearly as a killing machine. But does a killing machine have to look this beautiful in the hazy afternoon glow? Noan's lips parted for a bit, before pursing them. Lifting your head, you snuck in a short kiss on the corner of his mouth.

“You're similar yet different from the monster, Noan.” You murmured, closing your eyes as you inhaled his smell, “Thus strangely are our souls constructed, and by slight ligaments are we bound to prosperity and ruin.”

Noan chuckles, lightly squeezing your cheeks, “and you tell me you've never read the book before-”

“I didn't disagree, didn't I?”

“Hmm...”

“Noan,” you whispered, “Unlike Frankenstein's story, you are never feared, nor despised.”

You kissed Noan. It's sweet— the taste of the cookies you gave, the herbal tea; his lips that were made to kiss yours, to fit; and Noan, who went through too much, was yours to protect forevermore.

“You are loved, even more than your creator.”

When you pull away, deep red tinted his cheeks and ears, which made you laugh. “Well, Noan?”

“Mm...I should stop reading the book since you already know-”

“Keep going, please?” You purred, “I like you reading to me.”

“...mh, fine, you're lucky I like you.”

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚Roland: Flambeau

Kissing Roland is, well, comedic.

He's laughing; the crescendo plays a melodic tune, as he plays his role. Your lover is a clown at this point, laughing manically with every step he takes.

But you love him anyway. You love your clown.

“Roland, dear,” you giggle, “Remind me again what's my role?”

He pauses, before approaching you. “Mi amor,” Roland reaches out to your hand, kissing it, “You are the lead of this play!”

As he continues to play his role, you are sitting in front of him, on a fancy chair. For Valentine's, you half-expected Roland to join the theatre, however, he was here in front of you— with only you as the audience and apparently the lead as well.

“What do I do?”

“Sit prettily there,” Roland winks, “That's your role.”

“Alright. Do I still get compensated?”

“Hush, the climax of this story is now nearly in full bloom.”

With a crisp spin, Roland turns to face you, the spotlight hitting every nice angle he had. In his hand, a single, beautifully blooming rose.

“Mi amor, my love, my light,” Roland began his monologue, “Though it has been a very long journey and story, here we are, still alive.”

Ah, you realized this scene now. The first proper confession.

Roland walks to you, despite his clownish appearance, he genuinely had a sweet smile on his face. “Damned by those who defy our circumstances; from this day forward, I am yours, as much as you are mine.”

He looks at you, with gentle hands holding your cheek, “What do you say, mi amor?”

In the original story, you ran away out of fear. But you were in a new scenario with him now. Smiling, you dragged him to you with his shirt, “Hmm, sounds missing.”

You wink at Roland, “Ah, I know now.”

Without a warning, you closed the gap in between your lips. Roland eases into you easily; grasping at hands, responding to your move. It's still soft, his lips that make you dream of oceans and theatre plays— it makes you want more.

But Roland pulls away, chuckling, “Well, that certainly wasn't part of the script.”

“You kept missing the cues,” you stuck your tongue out, “I merely filled in the gaps.”

“That's my girl,” Roland praises, “My perfect muse, my perfect actress.”

Comedic, in a way that it's the perfect timing. You leaned further to kiss him more.

“Mm, I still have a few ideas you can add to your script.”

Roland's hand in your hips tightened, mirroring your smile, “Do tell, we should execute it afterwards.”

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚Noctis: Indomitus

Kissing Noctis is wild.

In how he holds you effortlessly in one hand. You grasp where your hands could reach, but you could only breathe in. In how Noctis's voice sends shivers. A melody that echoes so long.

His lips are begging to be with you. It's almost painful.

“[Y/N], [Y/N],” Noctis whines, “Please, let me touch you.”

“We are in a public area, Noctis,” you whisper, aware of his creeping fingers on your pants, “Mmh, it's not just me...”

Your lover was supposed to be a grown man, but who knew his neediness could make him such a needy child?

“Please, please, I promise it won't take long,” He groaned as his fingers rubbed your thighs, “I'll be very quick.”

Sighing, you try to look around you. Making sure that no one else could see, you pulled Noctis closer, lips mere inches away from one another.

“Be quick, okay?”

And you trust Noctis. Kissing him is wild— as if asking to be breathed back to life, he kisses you with such fervor. Never minding touchy hands, it's so hot that you unconsciously opened the buttons on your shirt. Noctis loves hard and harder, the beating of his heart a testament. His tongue on yours, hands everywhere else.

“Thank you,” he cries out, making you throb, “I owe you so much...”

“How about pushing it past my limits today, Noctis?”

Without a word, Noctis slips into you for one more stolen kiss. “You have my word, then, [Y/N].”

Writing this half asleep HAHAHAHAHSHSHA

— starry

[paperdice]

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐚𝐬𝐤!

- bofurin boys x paranoid motherly reader hcs - pt2 izukus twin x platonic hcs with aizawa, katsuki + 2 others of my choosing (bc 1 choosing isn't enough 4 me mwhahah) - mordecai heller x asexual reader hcs and oneshot - twisted alice x male reader that was her past lover - rocky rickaby x reserved polite reader romantic hcs - tickling reader x butter roll cookie and affogato cookie hcs - 2BDammed x reader x Hank NSFW fic - dark cacao cookie, burnt cheese cookie and stardust cookie x goddess reader hcs - kusuo x foreign gn reader hcs - avocado cookie x cuddly fem reader hcs - snakefruit cookie x dragon reader hcs - beast cookies x chosen undead reader hcs

phew that's a bunch laid out for me! thanks to all the anons and their requests, I was getting a bit worried that it'll take a little while to get to these. so I wanted to post this to say that I am working on it! will it be in this exact order? maybe depending on how long some of these take since I am a picky writer that goes all out regrettably but it's all worth it in the end! please be patient with me 🙏🙏

[anjelicawrites]

I miss the poly three! How are they?

They are doing well!!! They're going to make an appearance on Halloween, in the monster AU!!!

As for the "canon" three, they are busy decorating the house for Halloween at least, reader is!

"It needs to hang a little bit lower." You tell Osferth, who is perched on the ladder, holding with one hand the paper pumpkin garland, with the other the hammer. "It has to graze the door."

Your lover can't answer properly, he's keeping the nails between his lips, managing a sound akin to a grumble, before starting to work again.

18+ only under the cut! (suggestive themes)

Halloween is tomorrow and you are horribly behind with the inside decoration! Osferth started helping yesterday, as soon as he was back and Aemond is pretty useless with DIY, so you relegated him to the kitchen with the order to bake the biggest quantity of Halloween cookies that he could manage. This left you with the burnt of the work of decorating the outside and the inside of the house and you are falling behind! (no you are not, it's your anxiety talking).

"If I have to cut another pumpkin, I am taking Vhagar and come back when spring arrives!" Aemond huffs, exiting the kitchen, a solitary puff of flour on his cheek.

Neither of them understands your weird fixation for this holiday and them helping you is the testament of their love for you.

Aemond holds you from behind, his fingers looping through the holes of his ancient high school T-shirt you are wearing.

"How's the baking going?" You ask him, relaxing against his warmth. "Done. Everything is cooling down and will be ready to be put in the food containers in no time."

Osferth climbs down the ladder and leaves the hammer on the nearest table: he's decided you three are done for the day. Swiftly he heads towards you, before you can escape Aemond's arms, and proceeds to hug you as well, your two chests touching.

"Boys, come on!" You say, trying to evade the two of them. "There's still so much to do!" "There's not." Osferth gently takes your chin in between index finger and thumb. "The outside is the perfect spooky house, the food is done and we have enough candy to rot the teeth of all the neighborhood children. As for the inside, I've hanged everything and all the Halloween trinkets are where they are supposed to." "But..."

Your protests are cut short by Aemond's lips on your neck, leaving gentle kisses that make goosebumps blossom.

"You need to stop stressing." Oh, his hands are traveling north, circling your rib cage, warm and big and perfect. "Everything is perfect." "It is." Osferth gently removes the T-shirt, to marvel at your naked breasts on display. "You've outdone yourself, my love. You need a reward."

He needs to give himself a pat in the back: he's managed to speak even though your breasts are on his face. But that's for later.

You want to protest, but both their hands are on your chest, massaging your cleavage and playing with your pert nipples and their lips are on your neck, their kisses and bites turn your legs into jelly and flat line your brain: you can only pant and moan as they explore your body.

Cold air hits you when Osferth falls on his knees, and your realize your trousers and panties are gone. He looks hungry, his hands on your thighs help you spread your legs for him as you try to say something, but you are stopped.

"Shh, my love. I've always preferred this kind of candy."

Everythig taglist: @hightowhxre

Poly taglist: @notyour-valentine​, @fan-goddess, @aegonx

[bangtanuniversa]

To All the Boys I've Loved Before

Pairing: BTS / Reader

Genre: Friends to lovers! AU 

Word Count: 2467

Dear Kim Taehyung,

I just can’t seem to pinpoint the exact moment I fell in love with you. Do you know that birds and squirrels would bury seeds in different places to store them for winter? They would do that and sometimes forget where places where they buried it. Thus, during spring, the seeds would flourish into life. Those seeds are like my feelings for you. There wasn’t a single time when I fell for you all at once. It was the whole collection of seeds, mapping out my feelings for you.

Perhaps it started from the time where I met you in the elevator. You smiled at me, and it was the most genuine smile I ever got from a stranger in my whole life. Tell me, how is it that your smile is brighter than the sun itself? The whole ten-seconds ride felt like ages due to the awkward silence.

To your amusement and my horror, I didn’t realise you were going to the same floor, so we both tried to get out at the same time. We bumped into each other so hard that you fell to the floor.

I was absolutely mortified, but you grinned at me sweetly and said, “Why is it that you made me fall when we’ve only known each other for 1 minute?”

I couldn’t help the smile that mirrored your own after that. I fell for the way you would shamelessly ask for me to bake you butter cookies again. I fell for the way that you would show up at my door with burnt brownies and claim that you made extra and required help finishing them. I fell for your smile, over and over again, like the fool that I am.

Why is it that I will soon slip the letter inside your empty house, even though you left without telling me months ago?

Tell me, did the time we spent together mean nothing, like the one forgotten seed in a sea of others?

Dear Park Jimin,

Maybe the way you so perfectly pirouetted into my life shows that it was nothing but a show. You would throw every single cell of your whole being into dancing, with the same fluid-like movements that entranced me since the first second I saw you. Or maybe I was entranced by the way you reminded me so much of myself. When Ms Choon told us that there was only one spot left in the showcase, she signed up both of us as a duet performance.

And you, the arrogant and childish you, demanded, “That’s not fair! I worked months for it!”

And me, the stubborn and younger me, added, “What about my solo too?”

But the fate was sealed, and it took weeks for us to realise, that maybe having a partner wasn’t so bad after all. Somehow, we started spending more time outside the dance studio. It wasn’t just a partner relationship anymore. You started becoming someone who I would call first to tell about the high math test score I got. Or the fact that Emma Wang would glare at me but never say anything after you taught her a lesson when she started spreading rumours about me.

“Trust me.” You said and lifted me into the air, again and again, never letting me fall. I think that you were the closest I ever had to something more. The dance started from mutual dislike to something more than trust.

At least, until you broke it to pieces.

Why did you have a wallpaper of another girl? Why did you childishly drop out on the day of the competition saying you got a stomach bug and then proceeded to ignore me for months?

Maybe in another universe, the world can finally be a place where you were next to me, but you completely destroyed any chances of it in this one. I was too stupid to realise that you were always out of my reach.

Tell me, why did you get so close to me and look at me like I was the entire world when you had another by your side?

Dear Kim Seokjin,

You deserved the best love story in the universe. You deserved someone who makes you home-cooked meals every single day, someone with looks that could parallel Aphrodite herself, someone who isn’t such a mess. You deserved someone with a complete heart, someone who doesn’t look at you and saw a boy who spent more time dancing than breathing.

Do you remember when I wrote you a love letter for Valentine's, but you chucked it in the trash with at least a dozen of others along with it, without a thought, and asked me with a chuckle, “Why are they wasting their time on someone like me?” You didn’t know about the hours I spent pouring over these sheets of paper, looking up dad jokes on the internet and wondering which one you would like the best.

That’s the thing, Kim Seokjin, you shine with the brilliance of a thousand stars in the rural night sky, and that brilliance was bound to be noticed by others. But before I could say anything, Hoseok slapped your back and laughed, “Because they only look at your appearance. If they hear the stuff that comes out of your mouth they will wonder why.”

When you smiled at me next, it was not the smile that I was so used to seeing. There was something fractured about it, but still trying to hold together. I wondered if I should have said something, but my own broken self would have made it worse, and you always turn away before I could speak. You always do. I never knew why.

Dear Jin,

I understand now. Tell me, why didn’t you say anything when it wasn’t too late?

Dear Jung Hoseok,

I would have liked to think I did as much for you as you did for me. I suppose that’s your charm, isn’t it? If I never sat next to you in English class when there are no other seats available. You helped chase away the haunting memories of the boy that was like my first love while dreaming of the one for you.

And that’s one of the things that I admired the most about you. You were a dreamer, but you were never afraid to show who you are. You dreamed of a bright future as a choreographer, someone who has another person waiting for them at home, someone who has a complete family.

I would have liked to think that the late nights spent watching cheesy rom-coms and impromptu fashion shows would soften the nostalgic look you would have in your eyes when someone brings up something that would remind you of your mother, who died a few years ago.

You’re braver than I would ever be. Seokjin claims that it’s stupidity when he used to hang out with us, but it’s not like any of us have the right to judge.

This is probably never going to be sent out, like most of the others. We promised that we would keep in touch after we leave for our respective universities. I guess that some things in life just weren’t meant to last, and somehow our friendship just fell apart.

Thank you, Hobi. Tell me, did you find her?

Dear Min Yoongi,

You were the sunrise in the early morning. Too early for most people to see the wonderful glow, and disappears into wisps way too fast. You are the shadow that I cannot shake off but yet cannot touch. I met you outside of the door where the boy next door used to live. You stood in the hallway, headphones plugged into your ears, nodding to a rhythm no one else could hear.

You suddenly said, without looking at me, “So, you’re my new neighbour.”

I was going to rebut that you were the new one, not me, but when you looked up I can’t help but think that you were so different than the last boy who lived there, just a few months ago standing in the same spot holding a bottle of bubble solution and blowing, the rainbow spheres bursting into a sprinkle of nothing.

“That’s me,” I said. “When did you move in?”

When did he move out? was the unspoken true question. But you didn’t know me enough to understand the reason for the mood shift when I stepped inside your house and found that everything has changed.

You’re one of these people, the ones that don’t really have a home. Somehow, it started to feel like home with you, and slowly I began to forget about the missed chance of the first boy that I’ve dreamt of kissing. But you’re also like a ghost. I didn’t know much about you, except the fact that you liked watching horror movies and that you would always wear mismatched socks. You never talked about your family, but I figured that you ran away. Somehow, I started not being enough for you, even when you were enough for me.

Now I can’t even remember how your eyes would crinkle up when you laugh, or the exact shade of your eyes when they light up in happiness.

“Don’t forget about me.” You told me before you had to leave. “Even if you start to forget yourself.”

I didn’t promise you anything, because all I could think about was another door, another lost boy, another life, closing in my face.

Tell me, where are you now? Who even are you?

Dear Kim Namjoon,

It’s funny how easily you slipped into my life, between the cracks of laughter in the library when you were supposed to be tutoring me for math, drinking lattes and thinking of the days in the local cafe when Jin and Hoseok still hung out with us. I was always too focused on Hoseok’s antics and the way light would always hit Jin’s perfect face at just the right angles to think of the times when you would slip a Mars bar into my bag wordlessly whenever Jin went out on a date with another girl. When I got a bad grade on a physics test. When I had a fight with my parents.

Everything felt weird when we went back to the cafe after everything fell apart. It was still the same place, but it didn’t feel the same without the same people. Like discovering your favorite shirt years ago in the back of the closet but finding out that it didn’t quite fit anymore.

But some things were still the same. The way your hair would always be a mess in the mornings. The way you added way too much sugar in your coffee. The dimples.

Being with you was like walking down memory lane with the only other person who could really see it the same way as you. You knew about everything, even the time I spent away from the city. You were my lifeguard, my only stability, in the middle of the ocean.

Do you remember the time I tripped and it was you I grabbed onto, not Jin?

After you confessed I found that I simply could not hold onto you, because you wanted to leave and go somewhere on the other side of the world. You turned into a forgotten dream that I could no longer chase.

And everything came to an end. Tell me, why did that beginning turn to the ending way too soon?

Dear Jeon Jungkook,

Every single one of my letters is a snapshot, each a failure. Each boy was like a snowflake, beautiful, unique, and too soon gone. I have to admit that I was a coward. But you were different. That one summer three years ago changed me.

I was on an errand when you bumped into me, ice cream and all. Who would eat ice cream when it’s so cold outside? You. I stood there, in shock, the ice cream making my shirt stick to my stomach in the most uncomfortable way, watching your expression turn from amusement to apologetic.“Oh shit I’m so sorry.”

I stood there, at a loss of what to say. You stared at me, horrified, before scrambling to pick up the groceries that I had dropped and handed them back to me.

“I-know-I-ruined-your-shirt-but-like-I’m-broke-instead-I-can-teach-you-how-to-skate.” You declared in a rush, holding up a worn-up plain skateboard, youthful energy prominent in every single cell of your body, unlike me. I used to call you a giant baby all the time, and you would chuckle and claim that I was the grandma.

Maybe that’s why I wasn’t as hesitant as I should be.

“Why? I don’t like skateboarding.” I replied, wondering why a random boy you met in a park would be offering to teach a stranger how to skateboard of all things.

“You just seemed like a skater girl. Don’t ask me why. Anyways, you’ll change your mind after I teach you.” You stated with a smug undertone, as it was already accomplished, and that just further ruined the first impression.

Sending you a skeptical look, I asked, “Really?”

Tucking the skateboard under your arm, you answered, “You’ll be telling me how much you love me.”

How I wish that we could go back to that time, to a summer where you confessed and I was by your side. I went to find you the day before I was supposed to be heading back to university and asked you if you were willing to wait another year.

You said that you couldn’t, that it’s too hard.

I, in the rush and hurt of the moment, whispered, “I wish I never met you.” I didn’t turn around fast enough to miss the look in your eyes filled with utter betrayal and sadness.

I returned the next year, just a few months before my grandpa passed away, and asked him about a boy named Jeon Jungkook. “He’s at the hospital,” he said, and I felt my heart stop.

“He was hit by a car a few days ago and has been in a coma since the accident. Let me tell you, ever since last summer, that boy has lost the stars in his eyes. I betcha it was a girl who broke his heart…” Grandma rambled, completely unaware of the sound of my own heart shattering.

After I told the nurses I was your girlfriend, they let me in. When I found you in the hospital bed, you looked frail and small.

It’s been too long Jungkook, and you never liked to keep me waiting. I promise that if you wake up and I’ll never ask you to wait for me again. I’ll hold onto you and never let you go.

[lovecolibri]

SaL anon here friend with my thoughts on Tuesday's episode and some other thoughts I'll get to. So the episode was amazing, emotional, so well acted, and basically hitting every kidnapped lover trope in the book to great effect. Slow, horrifying realization by their other half that something is wrong when no one else thinks so. Team up between them and a close relative who grounds them so they can crack the case. Kidnapped lover has a chance to escape but doesn't take it because it lead to

the other getting hurt. Performing CPR on the kidnapped lover because they FUCKING DIED!! Truly a glorious fanfiction come to life and I loved every moment of that part. It goes without saying that I would have gladly traded less Owen for more 126, but the TK and Gabriel team up was amazing. The serial killer aspects were pretty minimal so I didn't need to skip anything (ngl, after seeing the cookie thing in the preview i was terrified), hell Trudy was deranged but kinda sweet. So here we come to my salty thoughts so feel free to ignore if you want. As much as I loved the episode, it was hardly part of any sort of arc for Carlos, if we can even say that there was one. Aside from the basic setup, nothing in it relied on the previous 3 episodes. You could have had Tarlos fight for any reason and Carlos get kidnapped on a case and it would have played out the same way. So if there is any sort of arc for Carlos its in the previous 3 episodes, and I'm having trouble seeing it. An arc (to me) is character has a problem, things happen, resolution has character come out stronger on the other side (see the top tier Buck tsunami arc, Buck feels useless without his job, he saves Chris, discovers he has value to others outside his job.) So what was Carlos's arc? It was supposedly confronting his past but that didn't really happen. He's there for Iris when he thinks he hadn't been, but he would have been for any friend who went missing. If it was about confronting his reasons for getting married shouldn't we have seen a conversation with his parents? Right now the marriage thing isn't even necessary as backstory, we already knew Carlos had these issues in S2. If Tim was going to introduce 5 million plot holes with this info it needed a payoff. Maybe more will be said later in the season, till then i feel like 4x04 is a beautiful work of fan service to vaguely justify Tim's poorly thought out/executed headcanon.

Hello my friend and I'm sorry I'm so late getting to this! My mom had some issues at work and then got sick and then I got like, a weird (for me) amount of energy to Do Something Productive and spent about 6+ hours yesterday sorting The Box Of Important Papers I have been throwing shit into for years and I couldn't stop or I would never start again and it would remain half-sorted for the foreseeable future. But now I've got some time before I start anything else (or just lay around and read/recover for the rest of the day)!

The Tarlos of Tuesday's episode was sooooo so so good! We got delicious angst without being an over the top serial killer torture fest (and yeah Trudy was enabling her son but you can't look at the way he talked to her and tell me he wasn't abusing her and she wasn't just waiting to be the next one he killed the second she failed to "prove" her love for him. Also, am I the only one that assumed when she said his dad "left" and he burnt himself dissolving "something" that he murdered his dad? ANYWAY), we got some truly beautiful lines from both TK and Carlos about their love for each other, and Rafael really just acted his heart out all episode. I loved every minute of their stuff this episode. I was particularly thrilled with the TK/Gabriel scenes and the way he and Andrea just were SO happy to see TK even without Carlos, and were prepared to just have him over to hang out for a bit was SOOOO sweet and speaks volumes about how much closer they have grown. We love to see it! And the parallels to Carlos and Owen looking for TK when he went missing?! *chef's kiss* Get you a father in law who will listen to your concerns about their child and take them seriously and will follow your lead when you Know Something Is Up.

And honestly, Owen had some lines that did make me laugh! I actually think him and O'Brian play off each other really well and I enjoy their reluctant team up. I am just ABSOLUTELY bored to tears with this stupid storyline for them. One is a fire captain and the other is a motorcycle cop! HOW are they both just being totally removed from their first responder world to push this whole boring ass FBI investigation that, from a lot of the comments I've seen around, no one could give two shits about. There are SO MANY procedurals on that revolve around these investigations and a couple other "firefighter" shows that are more about the soap opera level drama than the fun/occasionally serious and painful rescue calls. The 911verse has always stood out for being different, more hopeful and fun, having drama but not being A Drama, and being full of fun and interesting rescues that tie in with what the main characters are going through. And both shows losing their way SO early in their runs is...disappointing. And frustrating that the people in charge have gotten a lot of feedback about what fans AND the GA tune in for (cool/fun emergencies! Some drama but not too OTT, focus on our main characters and their relationships to/with each other!) and have decided they would rather be like every other show out there than to deviate from what they personally want to do because the audience enjoys something they don't think is The Thing Everyone Should Be Enjoying This Much. (Or worse, turn those earnest things that people loved about the show into a joke because they resent their audience and fanbase that gives their show longevity and keeps it trending and pulls in new viewers for some reason. 🙃🙃🙃) ANYWAY, I am READY for this Owen storyline to take a back fucking seat to literally anything. I've been re-watching season 1 and the difference in TK and Owen's relationship then and now is so disappointing to see. I know Ronen said he and RL have a really good TK/Owen episode (or scene? I don't fully remember) so I'm looking forward to that but I really, REALLY need to see more emergencies and first responder moments on this *checks notes* show very specifically about first responders doing their jobs. VERY excited for Marjan to get a storyline this week!

As for your salty thoughts, I'm with you. I don't *hate* the "Carlos married Iris" storyline but it definitely could have been handled better/more seamlessly (especially watching season1 again and the clues they COULD have dropped without revealing what was going on but didn't), and honestly was not needed as a set up for this episode. Actually, as much as what we got was good, I personally think it would have been better being an entirely separate thing from Iris. Like, if they just wanted to have Carlos getting hurt and TK teaming up with Gabriel to find him, they could have cut the whole thing about Iris going missing and put more emergency calls into episode 3 and had TK and Carlos still in a tiff because they're both stressed about Iris not signing the divorce papers yet, and then had Carlos get trapped while at work on a call! He could have been trying to save someone, hell it could have even been Iris! And we could have seen him talking to this person (even BETTER if it was Iris!) about all this love he has for TK and about TK's love for Gwen, and fighting to get out but not quite being able to make it, and even going into cardiac arrest and needing CPR! He still could have been off-duty with no one knowing he was involved at first so TK could still have the talk with the 126 and the call to Grace, and a moment with the Reyes parents and the ultimate team up with Gabriel. I just think there was a way to tie it more into the premise of first responders while still keeping all the good stuff we got!

And you're right about it not really being an "arc" because we...didn't actually get that much from Carlos about HIMSELF. We got the scene where he first tells TK about being married and why he did it, but we still know NOTHING about if they had a true wedding and told everyone or if it's something that they did privately and it came up later when she disappeared, we have no idea if everyone in the family knew it was a sham wedding or found out later, we still don't know when they decided it was cool to date other people and if they ever lived together, or how Carlos felt about watching his best friend start to change and become someone he didn't recognize, we know NOTHING except it is a Thing That Happened and they didn't get a divorce before she disappeared because ??? "reasons" (even though no one batted an eye about her having a long-term relationship with someone else), then she was presumed dead, and then it was because the US healthcare system is a joke. We didn't get to delve much into Carlos' side of things, just hear his version of Iris's side of things! And as you said, if it was about him confronting his past, WHERE was a talk with his parents?! Where was the discussion about his choice to do this and what they did or didn't say or did or didn't know about it all?!

I'm hoping we get some more in the coming weeks because we still don't have a resolution to this arc since Iris still has not applied for an annulment or signed the papers, we haven't seen Carlos talking to his parents, and we didn't get a big growth moment or anything because we didn't get to see TK talking to anyone about how he was trying to be supportive but he was really reeling from the news and wanted to make sure Carlos felt supported and loved but he also needed to vent about it. Like, the only conflict is about if it can happen soon enough for the wedding in 8-ish weeks, because everyone is on board and everyone is fine with things. IDK it just feels like if this was going to be a big thing, it needed to be A Big Thing which you can do without the people in the couple being awful to each other, but you do kind of need to allow them to have big and occasionally messy feelings, and TALK about those feelings, and show some change from the start of the arc to the end. There was never any really true conflict here, so there is...nowhere to grow from. I don't hate this, I just think it could have been handled a little better and more interestingly but SO MUCH TIME is going to this Owen arc that everything else is suffering instead of giving this plot some room to breathe and filling up the time with more emergencies, and giving Owen a more central arc later on. 🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️

As always, thanks for your thoughts my friend! I'll be working on our song ask next!

[starsofsin]

Sometimes I feel like the worst partner on the planet. I feel like I make things about me too much, about my issues too much.

I’ve delved into feeling like wifey doesn’t want to spend time with me because I’m a sack of shit that doesn’t meet their needs or wants. That they’re just complacent rather than in love with me.

I’m going to an appointment today for anxiety meds and antidepressants so I’m hoping that’s something that helps if I can get them.

But I feel like with me seeing nothing worth my time or worthwhile and feeling all of these other things because of trauma, it’s affecting the people around me and my relationships more than I realize. And it might not be. It might just be something that’s affecting me.

I know I’m numb to everything currently. For the past three days, I’ve woken up angry and overstimulated because of people raising voices, how hot the house is, the 2 year old slamming doors or screaming. And that causes me to hate everything because I’m not sleeping properly either.

I’m not hungry enough to eat anything. So I’ve had cookies and barely a meal per day, if anything. For the past three days, it’s been a pack of ramen and/or a singular four pack of cookies and that’s it. Then I don’t do anything and just sleep.

Games aren’t worth my time anymore. Everything is boring. Music is boring, taking a bath is boring, spending time with my lover is boring. And I hate that it is that way. I love spending time with wifey. That’s something I look forward to on the daily.

Seeing them stim from me being awake was one of the primary factors that made me happy today and it slowly bled out.

I feel like I’m running on empty and I have no idea how to get that back. I feel burnt out but I don’t actually know if I am or not because I haven’t done shit.

My life went from great to absolutely terrible within the span of a month. And this isn’t even related to the election, it plays a part but isn’t the actual cause of it.

I’m trying to avoid things that stress me out, but it feels like stressful things keep finding me even when I’m trying to be positive about things. Like I’m trying to make my spaces online and offline something I can have as a means of relaxing. That doesn’t feel like it’s happening.

I want to cry more often than not but I can’t. Because it’s been engrained in my mind that I need to be better than that and my tears aren’t worth attention. I blame my parents and grandparents for that.

I feel like I’m an abusive partner because I’m dealing with all of these emotions, dealing with trauma, dealing with all of this stuff piling on and remembering things that I haven’t even talked about, and it’s affecting those around me so I’m the bad person for it. Because I’m not giving my all to those around me.

At this point, it feels like people would blame me and hate me for dying when things get too bad. I’ve always felt like that when my depression gets to an all time low and I’m just tired of everything.

[angelbluediary]

Oh my god. I am so drained. What an exhausting, emotionally combative day.

Today I drove M to the city for his doctor’s appointment since our parents are both working again. We left at 12:30. During the appointment I saw messages from Anne and she’s upset with me for my latest disappearance. Says she needed me and that I hurt her by not being there when she could have used my support.

(She could have texted or called and I would have seen those but regardless).

There are 2 people in this world I consider myself very close to. My brother. And Anne. And only because Anne has always understood and dealt easily with my need to up and vanish sometimes. It’s not like I’m ignoring her—though to be perfectly honest, sometimes I need to for my mental health—I just can’t interact with the world. I get totally burnt out on everything and everyone and I retreat so deeply into myself. We have joked before that I’m like a feral neighborhood cat who you’re excited to see pop up but never expect to come back at a certain time. That freedom; that permission feels like love to me. And she revoked it because I didn’t think to message her back on discord when I was in a depressive spiral.

And to be fair, yeah, it was a long lasting one. I shut everyone out. I don’t expect everyone to be cool with it. I’ll never hound someone to be good with it, to forgive me, to keep letting me back in. This is who I am now. This is what I need now. Does it sound like I’m making excuses? I am trying to be accountable for behavior patterns I have no hope of changing anytime soon or even want to.

Anyway. All this just to say, I have lost a vital safe space today but I’m trying not to make it about me because when you’re the avoidant friend, the depressed friend who “always does this/she’s just like that,” how can it not be your fault, right? That’s what I think I should feel, at least. That this is my fault. That I should take accountability. So I’m trying to, without folding over and making myself a door mat, and without begging for forgiveness and friendship.

But the truth is that I’m hurt now. It’s always been fine before. And something ugly in me, that age-old jealousy, rears its head in defense, because don’t you have a million and one support systems? Aren’t you surrounded by friends and family and a lover? Aren’t you living on your own in a nice big house fully decorated to your liking? Isn’t money a non-issue for you? Don’t you have all these fun life experiences and go out to incredible events all the time, isn’t your life steadily moving forward and rewarding you at every turn with the fruits of your labor??

I’ve counted on 2 people I can turn to for years and I’m not afraid to snuff out one of those stars. I would rather feel alone than ever feel guilty in someone else’s presence again.

I don’t want to talk to her now and it’s so much worse than before when I simply felt self conscious about going MIA.

Anyway.

Back home after 6. Before I’m even given a chance to sit and unwind, to sip some water and just breathe, my mom wants to talk about money.

On Monday, I’d picked up Walmart groceries that my parents placed on their credit card. The morning of, they canceled a few items they didn’t have in stock. I went out again on Tuesday to get those items—dinner food for everyone. I picked up cookie dough. I added up the amount for family items, subtracted the cookie dough, then subtracted more. It was around $20, I Venmo requested $11 from my dad.

And my parents did not like that.

It was seen as me being entitled, ungrateful, selfish. The conversation between my mom and I quickly got heated, as per usual, because she just comes out the gate twisting the knife. And then denied that she ever compares me to my siblings when she literally just had in the previous moment but the exact words had dissolved almost instantly, I always struggle to take in what’s being said in the moment once I’m in a place of deep hurt, and then she looks at me like I’m stupid when I can’t quote her right then and there.

She kept pointing out that they give me everything they can and I don’t have to pay rent or food or for pads or essential things I absolutely need. She even presented a theoretical situation about me doing all this for a friend who was down on their luck and wouldn’t I be offended if they requested $11 from me for some groceries?

I had to swallow my anger and say “yes.” I knew I had to defuse and pivot. But all I wanted to do was scream “I AM NOT YOUR FRIEND. I AM YOUR DAUGHTER AND YOU PROMISED ME REPEATEDLY THAT I COULD REST HERE AND BE TAKEN CARE OF AND I HAVE NOTHING TO MY NAME.”

They do not see the things I do, things that my siblings do NOT do, as anything special. Sacrificing whole days to my siblings’ needs, to my parents’, cooking, cleaning, performing all these tasks that I take genuine pride in because I feel like it makes me USEFUL AND NOT HATED HERE and then it all turns out to be for nothing!!!! They simply expect it of me because I was born first!!!!!!!!!

Oh what the fuck I just typed so much and it fucking deleted it out of nowhere . FUCK.

I should note that the conversation with my mom ended okay. She kept reaffirming that she loves me, how special I am to her, that knowing I don’t have money changes the situation in her eyes (it hurts that she automatically assumed I feel entitled to their cash). Hugs and kisses. But the whole time I was standing in front of her, I made a solemn vow with myself to not accept their handouts anymore. I cannot fucking stand anyone lording anything over me. R and his family. My family. I hate being dependent on others. Being pulled every which way, never being able to measure up. I feel torn apart. I feel empty. Every time, EVERY TIME I get comfortable here and start feeling like I can take a little more, like my siblings do, it comes back to bite me. When I stop thinking about what I owe to others and how carefully I must hold myself in check —

If I am not a burden, why would she keep dangling the terms of them letting me move back in over my head?

I have to get out. I have to support myself and rely on no one else. I have to be so secure I’m not fighting to make it month to month but can see to the horizon of my future, can see at least how I’ll get through the year realistically. I can’t take this. I need to be so far away. From everyone. Let no one look at me. Let no one touch me. If it weren’t for the lack of rent money and the everyday screaming and commotion in my coastal 1 bedroom, that would have been the happiest time of my entire life. Still certainly the freest. And I ache for it again.

Since it is M’s birthday I cannot lay here and brood all evening. His bf will be here soon with his mom and we’ll all eat dinner and cut cake and open presents and celebrate. My mom will try to stand close to me, maybe put her arm around me. I often think I should mature in those moments right then and there, get over all my bubbling bitterness, because one day I’ll long for those touches and these moments. But there’s so much hurt in me. I feel like I’m drowning in it. I can pretend it’s not there and sometimes even forget about it but it never goes away or gets better. I’m choking: I’m drowning. Again and again like all these wounds are fresh.

[missmeinyourbones]

if we make it through december

cw: mentions of holiday celebrations, family & childhood trauma, suna is a bit thick in the head but he's trying, i love u all and am giving u a very big hug this holiday season

The floors of your apartment creak beneath light footsteps when you tiptoe into the kitchen to click the heat on.

You keep forgetting that it's December now and that your heat should be switched to automatic rather than the manual setting it's still set to. Mornings like this where your nose is a bit raw from a dry sleep and you hiss at the cold floor skimming your bare feet remind you that the year has indeed passed.

In the almost year that the two of you have been together, you've learned that Rintaro sleeps both cold and like a damn log. Crawling from his dead-weight grasp early this morning was no challenge, and while your teeth are nearly chattering, you know he's more than comfortable beneath the sheets of your bed.

While you wait for the radiator to squeal and signal that it's doing its job, you fall into the usual routine of filling your kettle and preparing a cup of tea. You don't expect your lover to be up for a while, so you plan to preoccupy (and warm) yourself for a bit before he finally stumbles down the hall.

Water quickly boils and ceramic clanks together in the cabinet. And before you know it, you're silently admiring a freshly brewed cup of tea and adding your usual like of milk to it.

While lost in a spoonwork of swirling colors, you abruptly feel two cold hands inching beneath your sleep shirt. Instinctually, you hiss at the unwelcoming feeling as palms flatten and rub themselves against your goosebump-covered skin.

Into the back of your head, you hear Rintaro chuckle at your dramatics. He pulls you closer and kneels a bit so his chin can comfortably rest in the dent of your shoulder. You loosen a bit as he places a gentle kiss on your temple.

He clears his raspy throat, "Sorry, baby."

Rintaro laughs again when he feels you sigh but relax into his nippy touch. Loosening his hold on you, he allows you to shimmy around and face him - puffy morning eyes and all.

Between his steady arms and the kitchen counter, you raise your mug to his chapped lips. He gently blows on the top before taking a small taste, humming his thanks and approval at the warm sweetness on his tongue.

Your morning is enjoyed through shared sips and quiet words, and it feels like it's always supposed to be like this. It's warm and inviting, like a home you never really had unless you were asleep and yearning for it.

With a chilled nose and slightly burnt tongue, you're grateful.

"I've been meaning to ask you," Rintaro takes one more sip and swallows before letting you cradle it between your hands. "What're your plans for the holidays?"

You feel something crack inside of you. It's a tough thing to explain, but your heart sinks at his innocent question.

Not yet having spent a holiday together, you weren't naive to the fact that this conversation was inevitable. You'd expected it eventually, maybe not so soon; but again, the feeling of your apartment's heat finally kicking in reminds you that it is December and soon isn't really soon at all.

Trying too hard to be casual, you shrug and take a drink of your own, "Uh, nothing really."

You watch the corners of his mouth twitch with amusement. "Nothing?" he dryly chuckles.

Biting the inside of your cheek and praying to whoever is listening for him to just drop it, you choose to shrug once more.

He crinkles his nose with faux mocking,

"Nothing like 'boring family holiday party' nothing? Or 'stupid traditions you need to play along with, just to say you did' nothing?"

Feigning casualty and doing your best to look at anything that's not his eyes, you shake your head.

"Nah, I was just gonna stay here. Maybe make those cheap sugar cookies I like but," you gesture to the painfully silent apartment around you and preoccupy your mouth against the rim of your cup before weakly finishing, "...yeah."

You can see the gears quickly turning in Rintaro's head as he scans your face for any sign of humor; when he doesn't find one, he realizes that you're serious.

"Oh—I guess I just figured you'd be flying back to see your parents."

"No, I—” you wince at your own voice as you stutter on an explanation before pathetically deciding on, "—don't do that."

Quizzically, Rintaro's head turns to the side in thought. He backs up a bit, and you internally frown at the loss of warmth when he leans against the opposite counter to take a good look at you.

"What do you mean, you don't do that?"

He asks and there's no sourness in his voice. He's just asking—just wants to know and understand you as best as he can. And it kind of makes you nauseous with a feeling you instantly want to rid of.

You rub your sock-covered feet together in anxiousness, "We don't really talk."

"I mean, I don't talk to most of my family either, but I still go home for the holidays and show my face, do that weird small talk thing with them."

At any other moment, you'd laugh at his casual bluntness, but you don't have it in you when you know you aren't really on the same page.

With a weak smile, you shake your head and attempt to wrap up the situation once more. "It's no big deal. I'm all set."

Quick both on and off the court, he doesn't falter when he presses. "Well, when was the last time you saw them?"

You awkwardly laugh and do that thing you do, where your nose crinkles in hesitancy, knowing that he won't like your answer. Because even if Rintaro doesn't know everything about you, he does know a hell of a lot; and he'll be damned if he doesn't keep on learning more.

"Are you telling me that your family hasn't seen you in years?" he breathes in disbelief, unable to wrap his head around not spending time with his own parents and sister.

Feeling your patience wearing a bit thin at his innocent prodding of your insecurity, you sigh.

"It's just how things are with us."

Silence overtakes the small space of kitchen between the two of you. Rintaro stares at you, not with a judgemental gaze like everyone else who eventually finds this information out about you, but with a bittersweet one, as if he's trying to sort through and rotate your fragile puzzle pieces before being confident enough to insert them into place.

His voice comes in a soft whisper after a few moments, "You're really not going?"

"I… wasn't invited," you mimic his pitch without meeting his eyes.

"You… weren't invited home?"

"It's not really a home," you mumble, eyes stuck to the ground when you reassure him, "like I said, it's just complicated. I'm good, Rin."

Another gentle staring contest ensues, one with no words being said but a whole lot of unsaid thoughts ebbing and flowing between the two of you.

Just as you begin to crumble beneath his heavy gaze, Rintaro sighs and closes the gap between the two of you again. His hands carefully find your sides like they always do, but this time with a bit more caution. He's careful when he easily lifts you onto the counter, trying to make it a bit easier for him to hold your gaze.

You feel like a child again, guilt rotting in the pit of your stomach as your eyes are glued to your feet swinging against the lower cabinets of your kitchen. You wonder if the floorboards can swallow you up, take you back to that place of stable loneliness.

"You know you can tell me these things, right?" he softly kisses into your hairline. "You don't have to, but you can."

You nod against his movements, not really wanting to explain but knowing you should. It's Rintaro, you know he'll understand, but a small part of you can't help but still errs on the side of caution.

"It's for the better, really."

Your words are muffled against his chest. You feel hum nod slowly, letting you take your time while silently encouraging you to continue if you'd like.

And you do.

"Just didn't have a great childhood. Lots of dealing with my parents' mistakes and helping out with my siblings because of it."

Tender fingers skim the soft angle of your jaw when Rintaro hums, "That was really brave of you."

You feel that wall building itself up again, but you can't stop it, don't know how to. "It was fine," you shrug off his kindness, deflecting it how you know to.

And the small, sane part of you sighs in relief because Rintaro notices. He can't help but notice.

He presses against your skin, "It wasn't. Kids aren't supposed to raise kids."

He's right, you know he is. You wish you could just say that, but all that comes out of your mouth is a detached, "Well, it's over now."

"It is," he gently agrees with your words, taking a thumb to your bottom lip and tilting your head upwards, "and I'm proud of you. You did good, baby."

You're little again, and there's suddenly no room for the praise to fit inside of you. Your body rejects it, forces it to well up in your eyes and trickle down your cheeks in a feeble attempt to rid of the uneasy feeling in your throat.

And you're crying. Wetly and awkwardly laughing, you quickly flick the tears from your cheeks as you shy away from the intimacy. "Ew, sorry. Thanks."

Rintaro sadly smiles at you--always sorry for nothing, and now he's beginning to understand why.

"C'mere," he cradles the back of your head again and lets you breathe in the scent of his hoodie.

"Sorry—"

"Stop apologizing," he firmly kisses your forehead, hoping for it to seep beneath your skin and stick itself inside of you.

He feels your smaller frame shake against him, and he's instantly relieved to know it's out of a weak laugh rather than a sob. You murmur, "I just—I'm sure you know by now that I—can't really handle nice things."

"Hey," his now warm hand rubs circles on your back, "you deserve nice things, y'know?"

No longer letting you shy away from his words, he uses his free hand to lift your jaw upwards again. Met with your teary eyes and sniffing nose, he peppers kisses against your skin with care.

"And if you'd stop being so stubborn all the time, maybe I could give you nice things more often, yeah?"

His heart flutters when you roll your eyes at his words, and he can't bite back the smile that crawls across his face at your usual attitude.

As he caresses your damp cheek with slender fingers, you speak into the side of his palm. "You give me enough nice things."

Rintaro smiles but shakes his head, "Really, I don't."

Another big shaky breath rocks your frame, and Rintaro melts at your bravery when you tell him, "No one's ever really cared for me the way you do, and I guess it freaks me out sometimes." You catch yourself almost apologizing for it, but bite your tongue; and as if he too notices it, he smiles with pride.

"We can work on it," he promises, hand heavy on your back, "I'm not goin' anywhere."

He holds you for as long as you'll let him, and in a tangle of limbs and soft kisses, you sway in one another's warmth. It's just the two of you, in your tiny kitchen apartment with shitty heating, when he says--

"So, what are our holiday plans?"

"Our?" You shoot him a weak warning glare. "I said I'm staying here. You should go home though, it'll be nice to see your sister."

"We will be going home, yeah. Mom's been annoying me about meeting you in person, anyways."

Your eyes find his and that unsettling feeling fills your heart once more, but this time, it seeps further than your throat. It's in the tips of your fingers and works its way down to your sock-clad toes. It's in your lungs, entering with every inhale and doubling with each exhale.

It's everywhere—and even though it's terrifying, you sit with it. Because it's yours.

He gently brushes some stray hairs behind your ear and sighs, "And if I'm gonna sit through a painful holiday dinner, think I'm gonna need you there to hold my hand."

[elisefolklore]

paper rings

‘i hate accidents except when we went from friends to this’ taylor swift, lover

read part one, happiness here!

Summary — the six kids tried their best for you and eddie to admit your feelings to each other.

Length — 4.5k

this a repost from my side blog @folklorelise13​ as i am moving everything to my main

You got out of bed and picked up the phone.

‘Hello?’ you said weakly.

‘Hi,’ you could hear Eddie’s smile.

Silence. After realising that you liked Eddie Muson, it appeared as if you lost all social skills you had and did not know what to say anymore, just like when you were back in high school.

‘Did you walk a long time?’ you hesitated, not knowing what else to say.

‘It was alright, I’m used to walking home from school.’

‘Do you have your licence?’ you wondered, curious because you never saw Eddie driving around.  

‘I,’ Eddie stretched on the vowel, ‘know how to start and drive a car.’

‘So you do?’

‘Let’s just say I do,’ Eddie laughed.

‘You liar!’ Dustin shouted on the phone.

‘Dustin shut up!’ you heard Mike say.

‘Dustin!’ you shouted from your room, ‘hang up!’

You made sure to wait a good minute before talking again.

‘They probably didn’t hang up,’ you warned Eddie, ‘so, I’ll see you tomorrow? Like— for breakfast, as usual?’

‘Yeah, I’ll be there.’

‘Ok,’ you let out a breath, ‘goodnight then.’

‘Goodnight.’

You hung up, and went downstairs to find the six children around the phone. Once they saw you, they all pretended to be watching TV, ignoring you. You put your hands on your hips and stared at them.

‘Anything you want to say to me?’ you asked, slightly annoyed.

‘I’m sorry,’ El stood up, ‘it was their idea,’ she pointed at the boys.

‘El!’ Mike shouted.

‘We won’t do it again,’ Lucas apologised.

‘We’re sorry,’ Will apologised too, hating to see you disappointed.

‘It’s alright,’ you sat with them on the couch, ‘it’s not like anything was going to happen anyway,’ you mumbled.

Soon enough, the kids all fell asleep on the couch instead of their rooms. Max fell asleep clinging to you, with El’s head on your shoulder. You gently grabbed the blanket and put it over them and fell asleep with them in the living room.

The kids all woke up around eight, and decided to make you breakfast for once. They all felt a little bad for yesterday's incident, so they thought this would make you happy.

‘So what do we make?’ Will asked them.

‘Waffles?’ El suggested.

‘Yeah, that seems easy enough,’ Max agreed.

Half of the waffles were burnt, but it was the thought that counted. You woke up when you heard the loud doorbell ring. You relanctly got up to open the door, only to find Eddie, in his usual leather jacket and denim one over the other.

‘Morning,’ Eddie smiled.

When you realised it was Eddie in front of you, you slammed the door shut. You were not cleaned up, or dressed up, you could not have him come in like that. You shouted at Dustin to open the door, while you ran to your bedroom to brush your teeth, clean up your hair, and put on some clothes before going back down.

‘Hey,’ you waved at them, walking in the kitchen, sitting next to Eddie.

‘Hey,’ he smiled at you.

You stared at him eating before looking away, smiling.

‘These weren’t made by me, by the way,’ you pointed at the waffles.

‘I could tell, these taste so much better than what I’m used to here,’ Eddie joked.

‘Well, if that’s the case, I guess you won’t be eating the lemon meringue pie I’ll be baking this afternoon?’ you frowned, also joking.

‘Really?’ Eddie beamed. ‘I have been dreaming about that pie for weeks!’

‘Yeah, maybe you could—.’

‘Great!’ Dustin cut you off excited, ‘it means Eddie’s free for another campaign right before Will has to go back to California right?’

Eddie looked at you, but you only nodded and smiled.

‘That’s a great idea!’ you agreed.

‘Yeah,’ Eddie nodded.

El and Max stayed with you and helped you bake the pie and the butterscotch oatmeal cookies — Eddie’s favourites — and you three spent the entire afternoon baking. You wanted to make sure that Eddie would have enough for at least a few days knowing that in a few days, you would be leaving too.

‘This is fun,’ El told you when the cookies were put in the oven.

‘It is,’ Max smiled, ‘I wish we could do this more often. I— I missed you two.’

‘Max,’ you put your hand on her head, ‘I missed you all too, a lot. In less than five months, it’ll be summer break and I’ll be staying here the whole time.’

Max nodeed, before wrapping her arms around you.

‘It’s ok Max,’ you rubbed her back. ‘It’ll be ok. Is everything alright at home?’ you sat down with Max and El.

‘It’s fine,’ Max shrugged. ‘My mom’s working, and she— just hangs in there. We haven’t found Billy’s father.’

‘Is the trailer park alright? Because if it’s too dangerous or anything, your mom and you can move in here.’

‘No, it’s alright,’ Max gave you a small smile.

‘Ok,’ you smiled, ‘but if anything goes wrong, you tell me, you call me and I’ll come back alright?’

Max nodeed. Max was the last kid to arrive, but that did not stop you from taking her under your care. You had to protect her, especially against her step-brother Billy, but that was not a problem anymore. Now, you had to make sure she was alright and lived a good life at Hawkins, which was complicated with you living so far away from them.

‘So, Eddie,’ Dustin smiled when the campaign was over, ‘do you like y/n?’

‘Yeah, she’s great,’ Eddie said simply, grateful for the dark lights in the room.

‘You have been spending a lot of time together,’ Lucas smiled, ‘are you about to ask her out?’

‘That would be so great!’ Dustin insisted.

‘Eddie is about to become our uncle,’ Mike wiped a fake tear.

‘I thought this way would never come,’ Lucas fake cried with Mike.

‘You morons!’ Eddie threw his butt cushion at them. ‘I am not asking her out.’

‘Why not?’ Dustin whined. ‘You both are always glued together, you love spending time together for no reason, she likes talking about metal music, and DnD, and guitar with you when she never showed any interest before; you listen to pop music for her and I saw you reading her favourite book last week. She cooks and bakes for you almost every day since she arrived. You spent all your time with her too, when you never hang out with us outside of school and DnD campaigns. So why not ask her out?’

They all nodded, agreeing with Dustin. Eddie sighed heavily.

‘She is not staying here right? So what’s the point?’ Eddie sat down on his throne.

‘Suzie and I aren’t living next to each other, and yet, we love each other, and we make it work,’ Dustin said.

‘You have a girlfriend?’ Eddie yelped.

‘Don’t try and change the subject,’ Lucas said. ‘Do you think you’re too good for our y/n or something?’

‘What? No! What I meant was — y/n is great, the best even, and I, Eddie the Freak Munson, would never pull that,’ Eddie explained with a pang of his heart. ‘She doesn’t love me.’

‘But you do?’ Will asked timidly.

Eddie stared at Will, sighed, and looked down.

‘Who wouldn’t?’ Eddie mumbled, falling back against the throne. ‘Don’t tell her that!’ Eddie quickly added.

‘We won’t,’ Dustin promised, ‘because you will tell her that yourself.’

‘No I won’t,’ Eddie laughed sourly.

‘Will is leaving tomorrow, meaning, y/n will leave in two days, on saturday,’ Mike said.

‘It will give you plenty of time to confess your undying love to her,’ Lucas teased him.

‘If you don’t, we will,’ Dustin finished.

Eddie glared at Dustin.

‘Or maybe not,’ Dustin quickly added before leaving with his friends. ‘See you at home,’ he shouted before biking away.

Eddie took all his time cleaning up the room. Eddie never had a girlfriend, or any romantic relationships. He had crushes before, but nothing ever happened with his Freak title. He knew better than to ask anyone out and have the entire town gossip about it. But it was different with you. First, you were out of high school, second, you were actually nice to him, and third, you did not mind being seen with him, and the hellfire club.

After cleaning up everything, he went to your house. He was welcomed with a piece of his favourite pie and favourite cookies on a plate.

‘I put them aside for you because these monsters devoured everything,’ you pointed at the kids still eating alongside Robin and Steve who came in not long ago.

‘Thanks,’ he took the plate.

‘Come,’ you took his hand and pulled him on the couch, ‘it’s too loud in there,’ you showed the kitchen.

Eddie took the fork you handed him and started to eat, and once again, it was wonderful. He enjoyed every bite of the pie and the cookies. He took a piece of the pie with his fork and put it in front of you.

‘What are you doing,’ you backed away, laughing.

‘I’m sharing,’ Eddie smiled back at you.

You smiled and ate the pie. Eddie finished his plate by sharing it with you. He noticed that every time you cooked, you would always feed the others and only eat the remaining.

‘I wish you could stay here forever,’ Eddie admitted, putting the place on the table. ‘I wish we were friends when you were still here.’

‘Really?’

‘Yeah.’

‘I always wanted—.’

But you were cut off by everyone coming into the leaving room. Nancy stayed at your house that night, since Jonathan would be leaving tomorrow. Which meant, your house was packed with people. Nancy slept with Jonathan in the guest room, Joyce had her room, and Max, El and you slept on your bed, while Dustin, Lucas, Will and Mike all slept on mattresses put in your bedroom.

Eddie, Robin and Steve all left very late, not before reassuring you that Steve would drop Eddie off and that he would not walk home alone that late.

‘See you tomorrow,’ you waved goodbye at Eddie. ‘See you two around soon too,’ you hugged Robin and Steve.

You went back to bed, where all the kids were already ready to sleep. You washed up and went to bed, putting yourself in the middle.

‘So y/n,’ Dustin started, ‘remember that night, where you spaced out when we talked about Eddie?’

‘Eddie?’ Max smirked.

‘Is Eddie your boyfriend?’ El asked.

‘What!’ you sat down. ‘No! No, no, no, no. No. He is not my boyfriend, and I didn’t space out, I was just tired from driving you around and staying out late like that!’ you quickly blurted out.

‘But you like him, right?’ Lucas asked seriously.

‘Of course I like him,’ you stated, ‘I mean, he’s—,’ your thoughts drifted to Eddie.

‘Dreamy?’ Max laughed.

‘But do you like–like him?’ Mike asked.

‘In a romantic way,’ Dustin added.

‘I—,’ you did not know what to say.

‘Are you in love with Eddie?’ El gasped.

‘I—,’ you let out a deep breath.

You fall back on the bed.

‘I don’t know,’ you admitted. ‘I like him, I— I like Eddie a lot. I— think I might be in love with him.’

‘You should tell him that!’ Will smiled. ‘Because he—, I’m sure he loves you too,’ Will corrected himself. ‘He is always looking at you whenever you’re not looking, he always wants to spend time with you, he has to be in love — is what I think,’ Will added.

‘I agree,’ Dustin said.

‘Me too,’ Lucas agreed.

‘Yep,’ Mike nodded.

‘But, I’m leaving soon,’ you lamented. ‘I won’t even see him.’

‘Suzie and I, we don’t see each other every day,’ Dustin repeated his story, ‘yet we are in a relationship.’

‘I think you should tell him,’ Max lay next to you. ‘This town is cursed, so who knows what can happen… You have to live your life fully and that means putting yourself out there and telling the people who love, that you love them.’

You turned your head to look at Max with a soft smile.

‘I love you guys,’ you smiled, holding Max's hand tightly in yours.

‘We love you too,’ everyone said at the same time, laughing.

Joyce left early in the morning because of the long journey back home. Everyone was there saying goodbye, hugging each other. After they left, Dustin, Mike and Lucas all went back home too, on their bikes. You called Eddie and told him to come later because you were going to drive Max home first.

You never went to Max’s place before, so you let her guide you around and let you park your car in front of her trailer.

‘You’ll be alright?’ you asked her.

‘Yeah,’ Max nodded.

‘Ok, call me if you need anything.’

Max nodded again before leaving your car. You drove back home and stood in the hall. You got used to having this house full of people and now that it was empty, it felt weird. You walked to the kitchen and started to make breakfast. You had prepared some batter the day before, and you put them in a baking tin and put them in the oven. You took out some bananas and strawberries and cut them in thin pieces and put them on a plate.

Eddie knocked on your door just when you took the muffins out of the oven. You both sat next to each other and started to eat in silence. It was the first you two ate alone, without any of the kids around.

‘So,’ Eddie turned around to face you, ‘you’re leaving soon?’

‘I’m leaving Saturday morning, tomorrow is my last day here,’ you confirmed.

‘Oh,’ Eddie stared at his plate.

‘I’ll—,’ you looked at him, ‘I’ll miss you.’

Eddie looked up at you.

‘I mean,’ you quickly added, ‘like I’ll miss Max and Lucas, and Mike and Dustin!’

You did not want to hear Eddie say that you were being weird suddenly.

‘I’ll miss you too,’ Eddie smiled, ‘I’ll miss being well fed too. I can’t believe I’ll have to go back eating garbage food for the rest of my life,’ he sighed dramatically.

‘You are one drama king,’ you laughed. ‘I’ll be back around May, and then you’ll have to be stuck with me for at least four months.’

‘Don’t forget my graduation,’ Eddie added.

‘How can I forget? I’ll have to bring you a graduation gift,’ you thought, ‘what do you want?’

‘You,’ Eddie talked before he could think.

‘M–Me?’ you stuttered, smiling.

‘I mean, you being here will be enough.’

‘Oh. Right,’ you laughed, feeling hot from embarrassment.

Once breakfast was over, you put the plates away and took Eddie with you to your car.

‘Where are we going?’ Eddie asked you, letting you drag him around.

‘To the market.’

‘Why?’ he asked once in the car.

‘I wanted to prepare food for Max to freeze, so whenever her mom isn’t around to cook, she can just heat it.’

Eddie stared at you, lovingly.

‘What?’ you smiled.

‘Where did these kids find you?’

‘I used to babysit them,’ you explained. ‘I was on my way home, eating a cake that my mom had made for me, and I walked across the park, and I saw four children on the ground, with two of them crying, Will and Dustin. I was going to walk away, but then I saw a group of older guys, probably from high school, walking toward them.

‘I watched them grab the kids’ bags and toss it away and then they just laughed and walked away. It was horrible, so I walked over and helped them. They were children, they were eight, or nine and I was thirteen, almost fourteen, I had to do something,’ you continued to explain.

‘They explained that these guys just stole their snacks and that they were being bullied around by them. So I shared my food with them and I walked them home. And for a week, they would wait around the park and I would walk them home. And their mothers ended up asking me if I could babysit them, and I agreed, and I stayed with them the whole time.’

‘That was really nice of you,’ Eddie told you. ‘They all speak so highly of you, I thought they made you up.’

‘What?’ you laughed.

‘Yeah, I mean they were describing someone so good and perfect, I thought you weren’t real. Then I met you almost a month ago, and I still can’t believe it. You’re so kind and generous, it’s impossible to believe.’

‘I’m—,’ you looked away, smiling. ‘I think you’re really great too. I— Dustin talks about you very highly too. That kid loves you. They all do.’

‘And you?’ Eddie whispered.

‘Me?’ you repeated. ‘I— I—,’ you thought about what Max said to you last night. ‘I do too,’ you looked at him, ‘I like you.’

‘Really?’ Eddie could not believe his ears.

‘Yes,’ you said timidly. ‘You’re great, I— I loved spending time with you, and for the first time, I’m starting to think that, maybe, I wish I didn’t leave for college so I could stay here with you.’

You arrived at the market ten minutes ago, but neither of you wanted to leave yet.

‘I wish you didn’t have to leave too,’ Eddie grabbed your hand. ‘Because I like you a lot too, and I don’t want to let you go, ever again.’

‘You do?’ you beamed. ‘I can’t believe this,’ you mumbled to yourself.

‘So, what now?’ Eddie asked you.

‘I— I don’t know,’ you admitted. ‘I mean, people get together even when they live miles away from each other. So— we could too,’ you hesitated.

Maybe Eddie didn't want that.

‘We could,’ Eddie agreed, squeezing your hand.

‘Ok,’ you smiled, relieved.

You both stared into each other’s eyes, happy. Eddie slowly put his hands behind your neck and brought you closer to him.

‘Can I kiss you now?’

‘Yes.’

You put your hands on his arms and closed the gap between you two and kissed him. Eddie’s lips were soft, his tongue pressing against your gently. Kissing Eddie felt like a dream, and you never want to wake up or stop. But you both needed air, so the kissing stopped, both you panting slightly.

You smiled before leaving the car, feeling too warm inside. Eddie followed you behind, putting his arm around your shoulder.

‘I like this,’ he smiled.

‘Me too,’ you put your arm around his waist.

Eddie spent the rest of the day at your place, helping you cook — grabbing ingredients and cleaning them — and then you two put everything in a tupperwares and put them in the freezer.

Tired from cooking all day, you and Eddie both collapse on your couch. Eddie moved over and rested his head on your lap, and wrapped his arms around you.

‘I don’t want you to go,’ Eddie whined, looking up.

‘We’ll call each other, every day, and before you even know it, I’ll be back and we’ll figure something out.’

‘Okay,’ Eddie smiled.

Eddie and you decided it would be better not to tell anyone yet, since this was a rather new thing. Your last day at Hawkins was spent cleaning up the house and making sure there was no food left in the fridge so nothing would spoil, and making sure everything was clean. After eating lunch, you grabbed all the food you froze and put it in your car and drove to Max’s place. You knocked on her door and waited a bit before she opened it.

‘y/n!’ Max smiled, hugging you.

‘Hi!’ you hugged her back.

‘What are you doing here? I thought you were busy today?’

‘I am, I still haven’t packed my things, but I wanted to drop these off,’ you showed her your multiple bags.

‘What is that,’ Max let you in.

‘Food, lots of it. I— you mentioned that your mother couldn’t always cook so I thought I would freeze a lot of it for nights when she wouldn’t be there.’

Ever since her mother married Billy’s father, Max felt alone. With her mother always sticking with her step-father, and her violent step-brother, she had no one. Until she met Dustin and Lucas, and then you soon after.

At first, she thought that you would not care much about her, because she was the new girl, but you did. You were nice, and you cared for her even though you barely knew her. Max had not been that happy for a long time. So when you left, she was devastated, and on top of that, she had to move away with her mother.

‘Thank you,’ Max smiled, touched by your kindness. ‘I’ll put them in the freezer, you can stay here,’ she showed you the couch.

You sat on the couch and looked around. The windows did not have any curtains on them, so you could see the trailer in front of Max’s and the empty streets.

‘Looking out for Eddie to appear?’ Max joked when she sat next to you.

‘What?’ you asked, horrified that she might have, somehow, discovered what happened yesterday. ‘Wh—why would I be waiting for Eddie to appear out of nowhere?’

‘Because he lives just here,’ Max pointed at the trailer in front of her house.

‘What? Really?’ you asked, surprised.

‘Yeah.’

You spent another hour with Max, before she had to leave to meet up with Dustin, Mike and Lucas to hang out together.

‘We’ll come and see you before you leave tomorrow,’ Max warned you before skating away.

Just as you were about to get in your car, you saw a truck pulling in Eddie’s trailer. It was an older man getting out of it, and getting inside. You turned around, watching the pastries you bake that you wanted to drop off at Lucas’, Dustin’s and Mike’s. But maybe you could give some to Eddie. You took all the bags, which included all Eddie’s favourites and walked to his trailer, and knocked.

‘Eddie!’ you heard a man’s voice shouting, ‘get the door!’

‘You get it!’ Eddie shouted back.

After a few moments, the door finally opened up on Eddie, in his typical outfit, with a bandana in his hair. His eyes widened seeing you.

‘Who are you?’ the man you saw earlier appeared behind Eddie.

‘I’m y/n,’ you smiled. ‘Eddie’s girlfriend,’ you added.

‘Girlfriend, huh,’ the man smiled, patting Eddie’s back. ‘Nice. I’ll let you two alone then,’ he walked back and went into a room.

‘Girlfriend?’ Eddie smirked, leaning against the doorframe. ‘I thought we weren’t telling anyone yet?’

‘Well, I wanted to know how it sounded like to say it,’ you smiled. ‘Can I come in? Or are you busy?’ you suddenly realised. ‘I can go, I was just visiting Max and she said you were living here and I thought—-.’

Eddie took the bag in your hands, put his free hand behind your head and kissed you deeply.

‘Come in,’ Eddie took your hand. ‘Sorry it’s a mess, I—,’ he turned to look at you, flushed. ‘I would’ve cleaned if I knew you were coming.’

‘It’s fine!’ you reassured him. ‘It’s nice, it’s very cosy here.’

‘Come,’ Eddie took you down the little hallway.

He opened the door to his bedroom and closed the door behind you.

‘This is my palace,’ Eddie joked.

You looked around, amazed at his bedroom. You went to sit on his bed when he grabbed your hand and yanked you toward him, making you crash onto his chest.

‘You don’t want to sit down,’ Eddie admitted, still holding you.

You both looked at his bed.

‘Those stains are—,’ he tried to explain, ‘I don’t know what those stains are.’

‘Ok,’ you laughed. ‘Is this your guitar?’

‘Yeah, my most precious belonging.’

‘It’s amazing, it looks really great,’ you said. ‘Do you still play with your band?’

‘How do you know about my band?’ Eddie wondered. ‘You mentioned it twice now, the first time being when we first met.’

‘I—,’ you stared at his guitar, avoiding eye contact with Eddie.

Now that Eddie told you that he liked you, it would not be weird to reveal to him that you used to have a crush on him, meaning you went to all his gigs at the local bar back in high school. So you did, you told him everything.

‘Really?’ Eddie smiled.

‘Yes,’ you looked away, cheeks warm. ‘I— you were nice and then the years passed, and you definitely got more handsome and my teenage self was definitely having a crush on you.’

‘I can’t believe you never told me,’ Eddie frowned, holding your hand. ‘I probably would’ve fallen in love with you back then if you did.’

‘I almost did,’ you smiled, ‘it was junior year, I thought you were going to be gone at the end of the year, so I wanted to come and join hellfire club, but then I got nervous and left.’

‘Well, it doesn’t matter anyway because you’re here now,’ Eddie rested his forehead on yours.

‘I am,’ you kissed him.

Even though you were leaving tomorrow, neither of you wanted to talk about it. You spent the rest of the day with Eddie and his uncle, Wayne, and ate the pie and other pastries. When it was finally time for you to go home, Eddie walked back to your car with you.

‘Are you coming to say goodbye tomorrow with the kids?’ you asked him.

‘I’ll be there. Are you sure you don’t want me to come with you?’

‘It’s fine,’ you promised. ‘I’ll… see you tomorrow then?’ you gave him a small smile.

‘See you,’ he whispered.

You woke up early Saturday, around seven and took your suitcase down the stairs. You changed into your clothes, and put the pyjamas away and cleaned up. Around eight, the doorbell rang and the kids and Eddie were all there.

You let them in and you all ate together in silence. No one knew what to say. All the kids were sad to see you go again. Then around nine, it was time for you to go. Eddie put your suitcase in the trunk and stood beside the kids.

‘Well,’ you smiled, ‘I had the best time with you guys around, and I’ll miss you all very much.’

‘I’ll miss you too,’ Max came to hug you.

They all came and wrapped themselves around you.

‘I’ll be back very soon, ok? And I’ll still write to you guys, every week.’

‘We’ll write too,’ Lucas said.

You turned around and faced Eddie. The kids were not far away, but far enough so they could not hear you two.

‘I wish I kissed you more yesterday,’ Eddie smirked, ‘cause now I can’t and I really want to.’

‘Me too,’ you admitted. ‘It’s only five months and then, we’ll be together forever.’

Eddie nodded, and you gave him a brief hug — to avoid raising suspicion — and went into your car. You rolled the window down and waved them goodbye while driving away.

‘See you soon!’ the kids all shouted.

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[lumosouls]

In the library.

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x reader

Warnings: A few curse words, shakiness of hands (?), stuck in a library

Summary: A dull January evening turned into something much more, as you met your future lover.

Word count: 1.2k

Yet another dull January evening. The cold wind burnt your skin as your steps quickened. It was around 6 in the evening, the sun had long been gone and the sky was covered in a white layer, hinting the upcoming snowy night. The crowds were slowly dying as people rushed home, protecting themselves from the terrible cold.

You cursed under your breath as you had forgotten your gloves at home, and your hands, which were carrying the books back to the library, had turned red and limp. Your rushing form made a sudden stop, exhaling, the air turning into a white puff. Your shaky, numb hands reached for the old handle of the library, pushing it, almost throwing yourself inside, you sighed in content, the scent of old books and the warmness of the heater right above the door hitting your body.

“Good evening, Mrs. Watson” you beamed at the old librarian who was busy with her soap operas, ‘As usual’ you thought with a giggle.

“Ah, Y/N, good evening, sweetheart. Back for more?” She indicated the books on the “New addition” shelf, to which you nodded.

“Though, I’ll be surfing the classics this time, I have to write a report on Shakespeare for my literature course” you added as your feet dragged you to the deeper ends of the huge library, which you grew to adore.

Your fingers got into contact with almost every book on the shelves to your way to the second floor. ‘The library is oddly quiet tonight’ you thought, while searching for the desired book. All of a sudden, you hand got covered by another making you look up to meet a pair of blue eyes. A small gasp left your lips at the small proximity between you and the stranger, making you retreat your hand.

“Hamlet?” The stranger’s voice drummed making your cheeks softly cover themselves with a shade of red. You nodded at the statement, a laugh escaping your lips.

“Yes, Sir, Hamlet” you nodded as you reached for the one book that you needed, a frown soon replaced your smile, while you glared at the man, who took the book right before you could.

“Hey! That was mine!” You exclaimed, with an eye roll, sticking your hand out, so he could return the book.

“Oh? I don’t see a name here, unless you’re Shakespeare himself” he laughed at your glare.

“Clever way of getting my name, Sir, but I desperately need that book” you whined, as your lips formed a pout.

His eyebrow raised, a hum leaving his lips “Let me guess, for your literature report?” He beamed making your eyes widen. “Don’t worry, I’m not a stalker, I just heard your conversation with Mrs. Watson.”

Your lips formed into a small sly smile, as you quickly reached for the book, though he held it right behind his back, making you stumble right into his firm chest, a groan leaving your lips.

“Ah-aah” he shook his head “Name first” he laughed.

“Y/N” you replied with a scoff at the antiques of his. You hesitated before asking him for his name “And yours, Mr. Tease?”

“Thomas, though call me Tom, lovely” he said casually as he held the book tighter to his body. “Would you like some tea? I was supposed to have one of my friends here, yet, they couldn’t make I, hence I have two cups of tea. Plus you look like Rudolph the Reindeer, your nose is beet-red” he giggled.

“Oh how nice of you” you snarled at his comment, “Though, I have a few cookies and some chocolate with me” you said reaching into your tote bag, showing him the goods.

He guided you to the two armchairs next to the window, you arranged the tea along with the sweets on the windowsill and set comfortably with him facing you.

“I can help you with the report, you know?” He said reaching for The book that was next to his coat. “I must admit, I am rather fond of Shakespeare” Tom continued.

You nodded “In general, all the books, the old scent, the pages, it is perfect” your words made his eyes twinkle in excitement as he found a young woman with an old soul, sharing the same interests as him.

Time went by, it was now around midnight when you didn’t even hear Mrs. Watson shouting about the closing of the library, yet soon, the lights turned off and so did the heaters, making the both of you realise that you were locked in the library.

“Shit, my phone has no charge, but I remember it had about 12% left” you cursed at the black screen as you paced around, the same white puff of air leaving your lips, indicating the growing coldness, though you had your coat on.

“Must be because of the awfully low temperature” he sighed as he reached for your forearm, pulling you into him. “There we go, love” he muttered as his hand went to his neck, unwrapping his thick wool scarf, and wrapped it around you making you look at him, your heartbeat increasing, now you were sure he heard it.

“No no, Tom, you’ll get cold” You shook your head as you reached for his scarf that rested comfortably around you, leaving his scent onto your skin, when his warm hands came atop your relatively cold ones.

“Leave it on, I don’t want you to catch a cold, love.” He answered, taking your hands in his and then looking down to your eyes. “Is this okay?” He pointed at your held hands making you smile cheekily, though it was dark, the street lamps lit the room just enough.

“It’s..” You stopped “It’s perfect” you quickly said, tightening your grip onto his hands, as your face sunk into his scarf.

“You’re endearing, young lady” he laughed whole-heartedly, making you even more flustered.

Your little moment came to a stop when you heard the heavy doors of the library being unlocked. Both of you packed quickly, running downstairs almost immediately. It was Mrs. Watson.

“Oh dear Lord!” She shouted, her hand going to her chest “You scared me! Where you here this whole time?” She asked with a frown as she saw you both standing at the bottom of the staircase, foolishly nodding. “Good thing I came back for my hat, you idiots” she muttered as you and Tom apologised for not hearing her earlier.

You and Tom were now walking hand in hand to your apartment. It was now snowing heavily, though neither of you minded, since both of your hearts were warm.

Though you hesitated, you turned to him when you stopped at your flat. “Can we meet up later tomorrow?.” You both said in unison.

“I’d love to, honestly” you answered with a low giggle. “As would I, you’re quite an eye candy, and a pleasant little soul, love” he answered.

Oh those nicknames..

“Right, by the way, here is ‘Hamlet’” he reached into the paper bag he had been carrying the whole time, and took it out, handing it to you.

“Wait, did you take this from the library?!” You half-shouted in shock, reaching for the book.

He shook his head “Not at all, it’s mine, perfectly annotated, but also new enough for you to use it” he smiled, as he came a tad closer.

“Then why did you need the one from the library?” You turned to him towering over you now, while you put the book into your bag.

“Sweetheart, then how was I supposed to talk to you?”

A/N: My second imagine on this platform. It was not proofread, so I apologise for the mistakes. This is also my first imagine with Tom Hiddleston, a plot I was particularly interested in, since I find libraries one of the most calming places.

PS: I edited the plot a bit.

Taglist; @french-vanilla-in-the-clouds

[sayonara-taemin]

New Year’s Love || b.ch

PAIRING || Bang Chan x female reader

GENRES || Fluff

SUMMARY ||  Chan was a nuisance…or was he?

WARNINGS || None

WC || 1.5k

EVENT || Part of the @kflixnet​​ event Lights Camera Action!

COLLAB || Part of the Neuvo Comienzo collab by @tenderfrailty​​ . Thank you for letting me take part!! These ideas were so beautiful and unique do check out all the participants works for the neuvo comienzo collab !

PROMPTS || 1. “Are you sleeping?” “I’m trying to.” 2. “Let’s dance in the rain!” “Cliche, much?” 3. “Hey, look! Mistletoe.” “Nope, I’m not kissing you.” 4. “Yes, I know it’s 1 am, but I want cupcakes.” 5. “Have I kissed you today?” “You tell me. Do I look like I’ve been kissed enough today?” 5. “What did you dream of?” “Our wedding.”

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“Baby.”

You ignored him, trying very very hard to get some sleep. You really wished you hadn’t sat for a whole Harry Potter movie marathon for New Year’s night but how could you refuse your boyfriends cute pouty whines? But halfway through the first movie, it was very evident that Bang fucking Chan’s intentions weren’t even to watch the movies. It was just an evil excuse to cuddle you and pepper you with kisses.

Which, you didn’t mind of course but watching movies straight from 6 PM to 12 AM wasn’t really healthy and you had had a tired day already (holidays were tiresome) and wanted to just go to sleep.

“Baby, are you sleeping?”

You suppress your desire to slap him.

“I’m trying to.”

“So I uh, just wanted to let you know that I’m going to be loud-”

“What?” Never in your life had you turned towards Chan this fast, still unable to believe what your ears were hearing. Was he talking about that?

“-because I’m hungry and my tummy is rumbling.”

No sooner had the words left his mouth did you hear a loud growling sound coming from his stomach. And for some reason, you found it really funny and let out a giggle.

“What’s so funny?” He whined, pouting at you while puffing his cheeks.

You grabbed his cheeks between his palm before quickly pressing a soft kiss on his lips.

“Nothing nothing. Just that…you look like a baby. A cute baby saying he is hungry.” You said, accentuating your voice to make yourself sound like you were talking to your five year old niece.

But Chan loved that you were babying him despite him annoying you and it was very evident in the smile growing on his face.

“So, uh, since I was thinking…let’s make something?”

You blanched at his words.

“Make something? Do you even know what time it is?”

“Yes, I know it’s 1 am, but I want cupcakes.”

“Go get yourself something from the fridge.” You grumbled, turning away from him to go back to your attempt of sleeping.

“But baby,” Chan whined, snaking his arms around your waist and pulling you flush against his chest. You cursed yourself for melting under his warmth and touch, snuggling into him even more closer. “The food will be so cold! And it won’t have our love in it! You don’t want your lover to be all cold and shriveled up now, do you?”

“You are already shriveled up, you old man.” You muttered, forcefully closing your eyes, trying not to laugh at the sound of Chan's dramatic gasp.

“Y/N! What are you saying? How can you not love an old shriveled up goose like me!” 

“Goose-”

Fifteen minutes later, you found yourself seated on the kitchen counter, legs around your boyfriend's waist as the two of you kissed and finally got to enjoy slightly burnt cookies.

“Good morning love.”

You smiled involuntarily at his husky voice, eyes opening only half to see Chan's equally smiling face. His hair was all ruffled up causing your heart to flutter a little.

“Good morning. Did you sleep well?” You whispered, snuggling closer into him.

“Too well. You must have poured all your love into those cookies because they were too good.”

You laughed lightly, feeling his arms wrap around your body as you pressed your ear next to his chest, hearing his heart hammer under your touch.

“Happy New Year.” 

“Happy New Year love. I wish only the best for this year.”

“What did you dream of?” You asked softly.

“Our wedding.”

You looked up at him shocked, hoping your cheeks were not as heated up as you felt them to be. But Chan's smirk was definitely telling something else.

“W-What?” You stammered, clearly not ready for his cheekiness this early in the morning. (Well it was almost 12 in the afternoon but hey they two of you slept late-)

Bang Chan smirked his knowing smirk, gently caressing your hair.

“What what? Don’t you want to get married to me? Or do you prefer someone else other than this old shriveled up goose?”

“I- What no.” You muttered, looking down as more blood rushed into your cheeks. “I didn’t mean that. And don’t call yourself a goose.”

“Well good. I can surprise propose you then.”

You rolled your eyes.

“Surprise propose me? No thank you. I don’t want to get a heart attack.”

Secretly, you were in love with the idea though.

“Hahaha very funny Y/N. I can see the excitement in your eyes.”

“That’s it. I’m going to work.” You got up from his embrace but he pulled you back into his arms.

“It's January 1st, baby. Too much stressed from work? Or perhaps…want to get away from this old goose?”

“Shut the fuck up Chan.”

You pretended to be mad at Chan for quite some time. On the outside, you acted like you were offended by his jokes while on the inside you were dying at the antics he was doing just to get your attention.

Finally, the two of you settled down on the couch for another movie marathon, you smiling coolly at him while he stared at you with puppy eyes. But you were no fool. You knew, even now his extremely sharp brain was trying to work out on what he did wrong and how he could correct it.

The comfortable (at least according to you) silence was broken by the sudden pitter patter of rain drops falling against the window sill. (Why was it raining in winter? Climate was really messed up nowadays)

All of a sudden he exclaimed.

“Let’s dance in the rain!”

You looked at him dryly. 

“Cliché, much?”

But Chan was already on his feet, pulling you up with him as he dragged you towards the open balcony of your shared apartment.

“Chan wait-”

But it was too late.

With a short tug and laugh from him, you were soon under in the rain. As the water seeped into your clothes, you shivered, visibly cold.

“Ch-Chan.” You chattered, clutching yourself. He smiled at you softly, causing your insides to warm up. All of a sudden you were struck for the millionth time by how handsome he looked. The soft light of the living room was throwing light on his face, his edges soft. The rain had caused his hair to stick on to his forehead but he looked breathtaking nonetheless.

He extended his hands towards you, which you gladly took. He pulled you in closer, but maintained a little distance between the two of you.

“Chan?” You asked softly.

“Hmm, love?”

“Can you- can you sing for me?”

His smile grew wider as he slowly twirled you, the two of you dancing in the rain as his beautiful voice stood out against the falling sound of the rain.

“Under the stars yeah yeah 24 to 25 bae.”

You smiled at the familiar song, finally stopping a hair breath away from his face. His eyes flicked to your lips and back to your eyes again. He stared at you with a smile reaching his eyes and you smiled back, your heart nearly fluttering out of your chest.

“I want a hug.” He said all of a sudden. You felt a bubble of laughter escape you, as you heard the slight whining tone in his voice

“Ask, and you shall receive.”

His eyes widened at your words, surprised that you had finally given in and he didn’t waste this opportunity.

“Can you hug me?” He asked softly and you immediately collapsed into his arms. You tried crushing him but Chan was stronger than you and hugged you even more fiercely. You felt a laugh rise in your chest at your silly competition and Chan let out a fake grunt to show the effort he was putting in.

“I love you so so much.” You whispered, and you felt him pull you apart. Leaning his forehead against yours, he stared into your eyes lovingly, causing your knees to feel like jelly.

“I love you too. I love you a lot.”

You smiled at him, pinching his cheeks slightly.

“Have I kissed you today?” You asked, feigning ignorance.

“You tell me. Do I look like I’ve been kissed enough today?”

“Hmmm.” You pretended to think.

“Y/N.” Chan whined, shaking you gently. “Why are you depriving me of your love?”

“I’m not! I’m just thinking whether or not-”

He shook you harder. “What’s there to think?” Then all of a sudden, he looked up before shouting, “Hey, look! Mistletoe.” 

“Nope, I’m not kissing you.”

He yanked you towards him, causing the two of you to fall down on the slippery balcony. You struggled to get up, but he kept pulling you down. Soon, the air was filled with the two of you laughing and bantering.

“Let me go!”

“Only after you give me a kiss!”

“No!”

“Yes!”

And it went back and forth until you quickly pressed your lips against his. He immediately stopped struggling and pulled you in even more closer.

Finally the two of you broke apart, cheeks flushed and huge smiles on your faces.

“Y/N.” He murmured against your lips. “It’s the New Year. Shouldn’t we start with a new chapter?”

You blinked at him. “How so?”

Chan pressed a kiss against your lips. “Will you marry me?”

You smiled.

“Yes. Just stay with me.”

A/N: Please do tell me what you think about this story!! I worked really hard on it and I would love to know everyone’s thoughts on it~ Comments and reblogs are appreciated!

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Candy || b.bh

PAIRING || Baekhyun x female reader

GENRES || Fluff

SUMMARY ||  Baekhyun was a nuisance...or was he?

WARNINGS || None

WC || 1.5k

EVENT || Part of the @kflixnet​ event Lights Camera Action!

PROMPTS || 1. “Are you sleeping?” “I’m trying to.” 2. “Let’s dance in the rain!” “Cliche, much?” 3. “Hey, look! Mistletoe.” “Nope, I’m not kissing you.” 4. “Yes, I know it’s 1 am, but I want cupcakes.” 5. “Have I kissed you today?” “You tell me. Do I look like I’ve been kissed enough today?” 5. “What did you dream of?” “Our wedding.”

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“Baby.”

You ignored him, trying very very hard to get some sleep. You really wished you hadn’t sat for a whole Harry Potter movie marathon but how could you refuse your boyfriend’s cute pouty whines? But halfway through the first movie, it was very evident that Byun fucking Baekhyun’s intentions weren't even to watch the movies. It was just an evil excuse to cuddle you and pepper you with kisses.

Which, you didn’t mind of course but watching movies straight from 6 PM to 12 AM wasn’t really healthy and you had had a tired day already and wanted to just go to sleep.

“Baby, are you sleeping?”

You suppress your desire to slap him.

“I’m trying to.”

“So I uh, just wanted to let you know that I’m going to be loud-”

“What?” Never in your life had you turned towards Baekhyun this fast, still unable to believe what your ears were hearing. Was he talking about that?

“-because I’m hungry and my tummy is rumbling.”

No sooner had the words left his mouth did you hear a loud growling sound coming from his stomach. And for some reason, you found it really funny and let out a giggle.

“What’s so funny?” He whined, pouting at you while puffing his cheeks.

You grabbed his cheeks between his palm before quickly pressing a soft kiss on his lips.

“Nothing nothing. Just that…you look like a baby. A cute baby saying he is hungry.” You said, accentuating your voice to make yourself sound like you were talking to your five year old niece.

But Baekhyun loved that you were babying him despite him annoying you and it was very evident in the smile growing on his face.

“So, uh, since I was thinking…let’s make something?”

You blanched at his words.

“Make something? Do you even know what time it is?”

“Yes, I know it’s 1 am, but I want cupcakes.”

“Go get yourself something from the fridge.” You grumbled, turning away from him to go back to your attempt of sleeping.

“But baby,” Baekhyun whined, snaking his arms around your waist and pulling you flush against his chest. You cursed yourself for melting under his warmth and touch, snuggling into him even more closer. “The food will be so cold! And it won’t have our love in it! You don’t want your lover to be all cold and shriveled up now, do you?”

“You are already shriveled up, you old man.” You muttered, forcefully closing your eyes, trying not to laugh at the sound of Baekhyun’s dramatic gasp.

“Y/N! What are you saying? How can you not love an old shriveled up goose like me!” 

“Goose-”

Fifteen minutes later, you found yourself seated on the kitchen counter, legs around your boyfriend's waist as the two of you kissed and finally got to enjoy slightly burnt cookies.

“Good morning love.”

You smiled involuntarily at his husky voice, eyes opening only half to see Baekhyun’s equally smiling face. His hair was all ruffled up causing your heart to flutter a little.

“Good morning. Did you sleep well?” You whispered, snuggling closer into him.

“Too well. You must have poured all your love into those cookies because they were too good.”

You laughed lightly, feeling his arms wrap around your body as you pressed your ear next to his chest, hearing his heart hammer under your touch.

“What did you dream of?” You asked softly.

“Our wedding.”

You looked up at him shocked, hoping your cheeks were not as heated up as you felt them to be. But Baekhyun’s smirk was definitely telling something else.

“W-What?” You stammered, clearly not ready for his cheekiness this early in the morning. (Well it was almost 12 in the afternoon but hey they two of you slept late-)

Byun Baekhyun smirked his knowing smirk, gently caressing your hair.

“What what? Don’t you want to get married to me? Or do you prefer someone else other than this old shriveled up goose?”

“I- What no.” You muttered, looking down as more blood rushed into your cheeks. “I didn’t mean that. And don’t call yourself a goose.”

“Well good. I can surprise propose you then.”

You rolled your eyes.

“Surprise propose me? No thank you. I don’t want to get a heart attack.”

Secretly, you were in love with the idea though.

“Hahaha very funny Y/N. I can see the excitement in your eyes.”

“That’s it. I’m going to work.” You got up from his embrace but he pulled you back into his arms.

“It’s a Sunday baby. Too much stressed from work? Or perhaps…want to get away from this old goose?”

“Shut the fuck up Baekhyun.”

You pretended to be mad at Baekhyun for quite some time. On the outside, you acted like you were offended by his jokes while on the inside you were dying at the antics he was doing just to get your attention.

Finally, the two of you settled down on the couch for another movie marathon, you smiling coolly at him while he stared at you with puppy eyes. But you were no fool. You knew, even now his extremely sharp brain was trying to work out on what he did wrong and how he could correct it.

The comfortable (at least according to you) silence was broken by the sudden pitter patter of rain drops falling against the window sill.  (Why was it raining in winter? Climate was really messed up nowadays)

All of a sudden he exclaimed.

“Let’s dance in the rain!”

You looked at him dryly.

“Cliché, much?”

But Baekhyun was already on his feet, pulling you up with him as he dragged you towards the open balcony of your shared apartment.

“Baekhyun wait-”

But it was too late.

With a short tug and laugh from him, you were soon under in the rain. As the water seeped into your clothes, you shivered, visibly cold.

“Bae-Baekhyun.” You chattered, clutching yourself. He smiled at you softly, causing your insides to warm up. All of a sudden you were struck for the millionth time by how handsome he looked. The soft light of the living room was throwing light on his face, his edges soft. The rain had caused his hair to stick on to his forehead but he looked breathtaking nonetheless.

He extended his hands towards you, which you gladly took. He pulled you in closer, but maintained a little distance between the two of you.

“Baekhyun?” You asked softly.

“Hmm, love?”

“Can you- can you sing for me?”

His smile grew wider as he slowly twirled you, the two of you dancing in the rain as his beautiful voice stood out against the falling sound of the rain.

“Girl, I'm your candy.”

You smiled at the familiar song, finally stopping a hair breath away from his face. His eyes flicked to your lips and back to your eyes again. He stared at you with a smile reaching his eyes and you smiled back, your heart nearly fluttering out of your chest.

“I want a hug.” He said all of a sudden. You felt a bubble of laughter escape you, as you heard the slight whining tone in his voice

“Ask, and you shall receive.”

His eyes widened at your words, surprised that you had finally given in and he didn’t waste this opportunity.

“Can you hug me?” He asked softly and you immediately collapsed into his arms. You tried crushing him but Baekhyun was stronger than you and hugged you even more fiercely. You felt a laugh rise in your chest at your silly competition and Baekhyun let out a fake grunt to show the effort he was putting in.

“I love you so so much.” You whispered, and you felt him pull you apart. Leaning his forehead against yours, he stared into your eyes lovingly, causing your knees to feel like jelly.

“I love you too. I love you a lot.”

You smiled at him, pinching his cheeks slightly.

“Have I kissed you today?” You asked, feigning ignorance.

“You tell me. Do I look like I’ve been kissed enough today?”

“Hmmm.” You pretended to think.

“Y/N.” Baekhyun whined, shaking you gently. “Why are you depriving me of your love?”

“I’m not! I’m just thinking whether or not-”

He shook you harder. “What’s there to think?” Then all of a sudden, he looked up before shouting, “Hey, look! Mistletoe.” 

“Nope, I’m not kissing you.”

He yanked you towards him, causing the two of you to fall down on the slippery balcony. You struggled to get up, but he kept pulling you down. Soon, the air was filled with the two of you laughing and bantering.

“Let me go!”

“Only after you give me a kiss!”

“No!”

“Yes!”

And it went back and forth until you quickly pressed your lips against his. He immediately stopped struggling and pulled you in even more closer.

Finally the two of you broke apart, cheeks flushed and huge smiles on your faces.

“Y/N.” He murmured against your lips. “Will you marry me?”

You smiled.

“All I want is you, my love.”

A/N: Please do tell me what you think about this story!! I worked really hard on it and I would love to know everyone’s thoughts on it~ Comments and reblogs are appreciated!