#i’m so excited for the full game to come out soon!! bf said he will play it w me too:) yay!!!!

[stinkrascal]

baldurs gate is too fun oh no 🦋

[yesimwriting]

Hello! Your Nikolai fic tranquility is so beautiful! Can you write more for Nikolai? Maybe the opposite with reader having a nightmare? Or whatever you want just please give me more! If you have a tagging list I'd love to be included btw :)

A/n hii!! first off,, thank you! i was a little nervous about writing him for the first time,, but i love him so much (even though i love a good villain/morally grey character in love i think nikolai would probably make the least toxic bf in the grishaverse lol)

you gave me a little too much freedom here lol bc i have so many ideas for him!! lowkey might need to give him a longer fic/series soon when i catch up with requests!! WOW THIS FIC IS SO LONG AND FOR WHAT

Summary: Reader is a handmaid who has grown up assisting Nikolai. Through the years, the two have developed a special relationship that most definitely breaks royal protocol--they’re best friends and rivals on a good day, and dangerously close to being something more the second either of them is remotely upset or extremely happy. Learning about the fact that Nikolai was almost engaged to Alina (a good friend of yours) and being reminded of the fact that as royalty Nikolai has many prospects (both serious women worthy of his title and women only suitable for trysts meant to relieve tension) has you both realizing something you should have years ago.

Word count: 31210

Warnings: disclaimer--may not be the most cannon thing ever,, but i wanted the ‘child of the help competes and falls in love with the child of royalty’ energy okay?? Lol

I could do a whole blurb series with this dynamic nikolai x reader,, like just stories of them growing up together and randomly realizing they might like each other romantically?? I probably shouldn’t rn but i ADORE this trope.

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The perfection of the room is disappointing. Idle hands, idle thoughts--so I work to smooth out a perfect duvet. Still, the thoughts come--aggressive and unavoidable. It’s silly, maybe even sad, to feel possessive over something that’s never been yours, something that could never be yours, but the harder I fight off the feeling the stronger it grows. Jealousy is a weed growing quickly in my chest, vile roots planted firmly in my heart.

Normally my favorite part of the day would be waiting for Nikolai to return to his room in the palace after dinner and his evening duties. He’s always a bit softer in the evenings, during my last check-in of the day. I’m normally thrilled to be done organizing his room early because that means the second he arrives there will be no distraction. Most evenings, he’ll find me perched in the seat by his bed, reading. He’ll mock-scold me for daring to defy his orders and reading ahead from the book we both take turns reading aloud from each night. He then warns me that I better react exactly the way I did when I first read it or else. That threat is always followed by a gentle laugh.

Tonight I’m in no mood for our nightly banter or even our nightly reading. My mother had warned me of the dangers of getting too comfortable with the royal family. I should have heeded that warning when she first gave it to me, the morning she found Nikolai and I fast asleep on a couch in the library as children. The palace likes to bring up the children of the staff by training them to attend to the next generation of royals. It makes the staff more efficient, a lifetime of knowing what someone wants makes you better for them. It also creates some level of connection, making betrayal a little less likely. Nikolai and I might have taken it farther than most. But now I want a reminder of the way we’re supposed to be--maybe if I detach now the bleeding of my heart won’t kill me. That has to remain secret, because if I explain it to Nikolai something in me will break. The one line between us will be crossed.

This will be the sixth secret I’ve kept from Nikolai in my entire life.

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The secrets:

I don’t know why I was picked for Nikolai. I wasn’t particularly skilled, but still, the day came when my mother was told that I now worked directly for the Lantsov boy. It’s an honor, a true one, but my mother had been a little nervous. To whom much is given, much is expected--and I detested Nikolai. Not for being a prince, but for being a prince who thought girls couldn’t race or fight.

The day my mother came looking for me because I never showed up for dinner and she found Nikolai and I attempting to fight in the way only a ten-year-old girl and eleven-year-old boy would, she had looked truly mortified. Nikolai had only laughed, either oblivious to my mother’s embarrassment or uncaring about it. He had then hugged me--an expression of care that had left me reeling. I saw him more as a rival than someone to tend to, but in that moment I saw him as a friend. Even more so when he told me he didn’t want me to go yet and that he was upset that so much of the day had been wasted by studies that kept him with boring people and away from me. And then he invited me to his lessons--my mother was quick to attempt to decline politely, but the desires of a prince at any age outweigh that of a mother.

After that, everyone kind of just stopped trying to remind us of our propriety. The tutor at first was concerned about my presence, but Nikolai remained stubborn. I wasn’t a big enough deal to cause an argument, so I began to attend lessons with him almost every day, only staying away when my mother needed aid with laundry or cleaning. His parents must have been somewhat aware of our friendship, but they must have been oblivious to our closeness because it was never mentioned.

My mother’s worry began to ease, she’d even started to take some pride when I’d come to our room proudly proclaiming that I scored two marks higher than Nikolai. She did, however, warn that it might be more tactful to let him score higher.

The comment was casual, just a suggestion, but it left me feeling wrong. It was the first time since we met that I had thought about our different statuses. I didn’t tell him--and that was the first secret I ever kept from him.

As we grew, we traded physical competition for academic rivalry, trying to best each other in both lessons and games of strategy like chess and cards. But with growing comes responsibility. Nikolai started to have obligations that were meant to be private. I couldn’t follow him at all times. But he’d always come back from locked door meetings grinning like he carried schoolyard gossip instead of government secrets. He shared everything with me, even when I playfully warned against it.

He’d always step closer when I teased that perhaps he shouldn’t tell me everything. And then he’d say, “If I can’t trust you, then I can’t trust anyone--and I don’t want to live in a world like that.” Often, he’d give my hand a light squeeze before moving on like he had not said anything intimate.

On a day in which Nikolai was in one of those meetings, I became a woman. When I first saw the blood, I had been horrified--but my mother was quick to explain that it was natural. She said that I was now a woman, a wonderful thing, really--but a thing that came with obligations. She told me that I could no longer have the impromptu ‘sleepovers’ with Nikolai unless he ordered it. I told her he’s never ordered me to do anything for him.

She didn’t ease, something in her had started to become nervous again. My mother had recently started to act the way she did when Nikolai and I first became friends. I didn’t want to fall asleep in Nikolai’s bed while I was bleeding, but I didn’t want to never have another sleepover with him again. Especially not when she refused to explain why being a woman changed so much.

I had decided to avoid Nikolai as much as possible until the sting of my mother’s new rule faded. Unfortunately, that night Nikolai was extra talkative--excited as he insisted I stay for a little longer. Soon, I found his familiar good naturedness melting away my nerves and before I knew it I was laughing in the middle of the night. When my eyelids started to feel heavy, I had moved from the chair, ready to head back to my room.

Nikolai had looked at me oddly before he asked why would I leave so late when it would be easier for me to just sleepover? It was an innocent question, he did not know about my change and I had wanted to keep it that way.

I tried playing coy, but Nikolai has always had a talent for getting around my better judgement. I don’t recall exactly how it happened, but I remember him standing in front of me. It was the first time I noticed how much had actually changed over the years--he was now taller than me for the first time in his life. His hair had started to grow a little longer, golden and soft-looking--and his face seemed much more angular. But he had not lost his boyish charm.

“Y/n?” My name fell softly from his lips, and that was the first time I had ever noted the fullness of them. I didn’t understand why I considered that something worth noting. “Did I do something to make you mad at me?”

Perhaps I had been a little curt--nerves and hormones had left me not feeling like myself. I didn’t tell him about the bleeding, I couldn’t. That became the second secret I kept from him--but I did tell him that my mother had told me I was a woman now, and that women can’t have sleepovers. Not with those of the opposite gender. I made no effort to hide my confusion because I expected him to be as perplexed as I was. But he was not confused--in fact, he had the audacity to laugh. My face flushed, but I did not know why.

“Why is that funny?” Maybe he thought I was still too much of a child to be considered a woman. I assumed it a fair assumption, I had not grown the way he had--my shoulders had not become sturdier and I had not become particularly broader. Still, I would rather melt into the floor than tell him about the reason my mother now considered me a woman. “My mother did say that, and I don’t know what being a ‘woman’ has to do with staying in your room at night.” Something strange had crossed over his features then, something much more brooding than I was used to.

I had blinked at him as unexplained nerves pooled in my stomach. Perhaps that look would have been enough to keep me silent if he had managed to not grin. That self-assured grin that had always challenged me. “Well since you know everything about my mother now, maybe you can tell me why she’s been acting strange. She’s starting to act the way she did when we first became friends.” I expected him to at least pretend to be worried. Perhaps his parents had spoken to her and had mentioned wanting our friendship to end. But his grin had only grown. Pride left me angry. “She did say that I could stay if you ordered it--but I’m glad you’ve never ordered me to do anything, so I can leave right now because you’re acting as odd as her. I don’t understand what you could find funny about our friendship ending.”

He had stopped me from storming out of his room by placing one hand on the wall between me and the door. “Y/n, don’t be cross--I’ll explain it all, I promise.” Angry pride made me want to storm away from him, but curiosity and something unknown and warm kept me in place. “Do you remember when we read the play about the rival families, how the two main characters had kissed?”

I remembered that part of the play especially well. The concept of kissing so casually, outside of marriage, had been jarring to me. “Yes.”

“Now that we’re older, your mother must be worried that we might do that.” He paused before leaning against the arm he placed on the wall to keep me from leaving a little more. “Kiss.”

The clarification was not needed--in that brief pause, I had allowed myself to imagine no distance between our lips. Something in me burned with embarrassment when I realized that some part of me found the thought appealing. The only thing I wanted in that moment was assurance that Nikolai would never know I felt that. That was my third secret, and the weight of it was heavy against my chest.

Still, though, all of my confusion had not yet left. “Is there much harm in a kiss?”

The question had left an odd smile on his lips. “There’s potential harm in what it could lead to for the woman, but not so much for the man.” He exhaled slowly as my face tensed. He could always read me too well because he was quick to add, “What it could lead to isn’t a bad thing, it’s meant to be pleasurable, but it’s serious.” I did not understand, but a part of me was starting to grow okay with that. Nikolai’s voice had started to become lower than ever, and his gaze remained tense. Perhaps if I accepted the confusion for now, things could go back to normal. If the conversation ended, I could stop thinking of his lips and his hands and what it would mean for them to touch me. “It’s considered a vice, like drinking or gambling.” The additional comment helped more than it should have. A vice--not scary and not painful, but not something to indulge in. That’s enough explanation for now. “If you want to know, I won’t deny you.”

I appreciated the offer tremendously. The vice that comes after kissing is clearly something that’s been intentionally kept from me. It’s something he was privy to that I was not, and he offered it to me like so much else. But if knowledge that my mother feared us kissing made me think of his lips, then I doubted I could handle knowing what comes after kissing.

“I’ll let you know when I want to know, but I appreciate the offer.” It felt like a fair response. His snarky grin came back immediately. Irritation rooted itself in my stomach. I hated not knowing more than him for once, but I still had one question I could not relinquish. “But what does that vice have to do with orders?”

At that, his smugness faltered. “It’s not unheard of, for princes and handmaids--for a prince to obligate a handmaid in order to fulfill his vice. Though many handmaids fill the vice of their own will for benefits.

The explanation left him like a confession. I didn’t understand his hesitance--it’s not like he’d ever make me do anything I didn’t want to do. Even when I worked, he was hesitant to ask me to go out of my way to bring him a glass of water. And I couldn’t imagine gaining anything from offering Nikolai something I didn’t really understand. I wasn’t naive to the fact that my life had more privileges than many palace servants. “Oh.”

His eyes hardened. “You know I’d never--”

“I know.” It was finally easy to smile again. “I never thought otherwise.” Something in him seemed to ease at that, his eyes went from hard to warm in less than a second.

I had no more questions for him and I was also no longer a flight risk, but Nikolai did not move. He did not step back to create a more appropriate distance and he did not drop his arm. His gaze, however, did move--dropping downwards, and slightly away from my eyes. I did the same, my eyes falling to his lips.

The silence between us began to make me feel like something in me was in danger of overflowing. “Then I guess my mother is once again worrying for no reason.” Strangely, I did not feel the need to feel embarrassed about staring at his lips. “Because I would never particularly want to kiss you, Nikolai Lantsov.”

The comment was meant to be teasing, a joke to clear away unknown tension. I should have known better than to challenge his pride because he instinctually moved his hand off the wall and beneath my chin. I did not flinch when he tilted my head upwards slightly with his fingers. “I could get you to want to kiss me if I wanted to.”

Three secrets in one night. I did not think I could bear a fourth one. “Hm…” The ground we treaded on felt unstable, but something in me trusted Nikolai to not let me falter. “I should--I should go before I give my mother anymore cause to worry.”

His fingers had brushed down my chin easily as he dropped his hand. “I’ll see you tomorrow morning.”

And that he did. The days passed without mention of the last time he asked me to sleepover. It was as if nothing had changed except now I found myself noting things I most definitely did not want to note. These didn’t feel like individual secrets because it felt easy to group each admirational thought into one secret. Soon, that became my new normal--easy banter, easy touches of hands, and easy yet silent admirations of his beauty.

I never wandered too hard about what the vice that kissing can lead to entailed. I didn't particularly want to know, but knowing that I could ask Nikolai at any time brought a sense of security to me. But besides that, I never thought of that conversation until the day I was asked to look for Nikolai because he was late for dinner.

That in itself was odd, most of the time when Nikolai was late it was because he was with you. I checked his room, two other rooms he was known to frequent, and then finally the library. First, I noticed a handmaid two years older than me. I was finally at an age when one begins to compare their beauty to those around them, and I recognized the girl as gorgeous. She was better endowed than me, physically, and she always seemed fun. And then I noticed Nikolai, standing closer to her than I’ve ever seen him stand to anyone. His expression was serious as the girl giggled.

Nikolai’s expression shifted from tense to shocked when he saw me. “Y/n.”

It took me a moment longer than it should have to realize what I had interrupted. Guilt and jealousy were quick to twist in my stomach. “Dinner--your parents sent me to look for you.”

He was quick to walk around the girl, who was quick to glare at me. I attempted to disappear down the hall after mumbling a quick apology, but Nikolai was faster than me.

“Y/n,” he did not hesitate to grab my wrist.

It shouldn’t have irked me the way it did, after all, neither of us had ever really hesitated to touch each other. I had always reached for him when I wanted him, and he had done the same. But the thought of the same hands that touched the most beautiful girl I had ever seen on me left me bitter in a way I didn’t understand.

Still, I pushed through all of that. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt anything, your mother asked me to look for you because she assumed you’d be with me when you were late to dinner. I didn’t think that there’d be--”

“You didn’t interrupt anything.” The words came out flat as his eyes took on the same quality they did the night he explained my mother’s concern to me. “Valaria wishes there was something to interrupt, but there wasn’t.”

Oh. I refused to let the correction inflate me. “Would you like me to not come to your room tonight?”

The offer felt awkward to make. “No,” the answer came quickly, “In fact, go there now--I want to see you right after dinner. I’ve missed you today.” The instruction left my face feeling warm. “We could read an extra chapter of our book if you’d like.”

Despite myself, I grinned. “Yes.”

“Looking forward to it.”

True to his word, Nikolai was quick to return to his room. He had come back to me eagerly, going out of his way to squeeze my shoulder as he entered the room.

I opened the book to the chapter we had left off on, but before I could start reading, Nikolai stopped me. “Sit next to me?”

The question came softly. It had been some time since we sat next to each other on his bed. Still, I moved off of the chair and to his bed. Something in me longed for the familiar closeness of childhood. I allowed him to play with my fingers as I read.

“You know you could take one night off from me if you wanted to.” The admission left me softly, part of unsure if he was still paying attention to my words. “She was pretty, it wouldn’t have hurt my feelings if you told me you wanted me to not come tonight.”

Nikolai exhaled easily, squeezing my fingers once. “I said I wanted to see you and I meant it.”

It took all of my energy to push past the way his words made my stomach leap. “In general, if you ever--”

Nikolai cut me off by laying his head on my lap the way he used to. “I don’t want to talk about this anymore.” It was the first time in years that he spoke to me in a way that acknowledged his authority. “Keep reading please.”

And that was the last time we had ever mentioned other handmaids in that context. The fifth secret I ever kept from him was the way I worried that one day that would change.

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The door creaks open while I’m in the middle of fluffing an already pristine pillow. Nikolai steps into the room, but I continue to work.

“Darling,” he breathes too easily, “Today has been painful.” I straighten, looking at him as casually as I can manage. “And now I have to deal with you being mad at me.”

Damn him and his ability to read me with one look. “I’m not mad.”

“You know you can’t lie to me,” he sighs, stepping forward, “We’ve known each other too long for that.”

I press my lips together, irrational anger pushing itself into me at an odd angle. “We’ve also known each other too long to keep secrets.”

His eyebrows draw together, a look so quizzical I’m reminded of our schooling days. “What secrets have I kept from you?”

Mentioning that had been a mistake. I exhale as flatly as possible. “I shouldn’t have mentioned it.” My dismissal only has Nikolai’s expression hardening. I drop my gaze. “Unless you need something, I’m retiring my services for the evening.”

I take a reluctant step towards the door, eyes attached to the floor. “Y/n,” his voice is gentle. “What is it?”

“It’s nothing, I’m just tired.” Please let that be at least somewhat believable. “I’m sure I’ll feel more like myself in the morning.” I take another step, a little more assured. Nikolai’s hand is on my shoulder before I can escape. “Nikolai--”

“Y/n,” his voice is that of velvet, “I can’t have you be mad at me. Not now.”

Sighing, I meet his gaze. The tiredness I see behind his eyes is almost enough to chase away my nerve. What I’d give to be able to melt into our familiar routine. “Then you should have told me you were almost engaged to a literal Saint--the same literal Saint who’s one of my closest friends.”

Nikolai’s expression shifts as his hand drops from my shoulder slowly, fingers brushing down my arm before he finally intertwines our fingers. I bite my tongue to avoid squeezing his hand, but I don’t move to separate us either. He studies me silently, eyebrows drawn together. The longer he stares, the more whatever turmoil he’s experiencing seems to dissipate. After a minute of silence, I can read his expression perfectly. His lips are pressed together in that coy way--the way he only looks when he’s suppressing a smile.

I loathe him for it. “Nikolai Lantsov, don’t you dare laugh--not after what you did. Do you have any idea what it felt like to have Alina casually mention the fact that you almost married her casually? Like that was common knowledge to everyone but me?”

My words break away the last of his self control. He grins, flashing his annoyingly perfect teeth. “Do you have any idea what it feels like for me to want nothing more than to see you and then you let me believe something may actually be wrong when the only issue is your jealousy?”

The amusement in his tone is like poison to me. I find the strength to jerk my hand away from him. “I am not jealous.” He laughs; I am further enraged. “I am not.” The genuineness of my anger must finally register on some level, because he tries to suppress his smile. “I have every right to be mad at my best friend for not telling me that he was almost married.”

“We didn’t exactly come close,” he manages, expression still much too light for my taste. “I’m glad for Alina’s sake, I’m not sure being a Saint would be enough to protect her.”

He is infuriating. “I’m not sure anything you have will be enough to protect you.”

Something in his gaze shifts, softening the tilt of his mouth. “I don’t doubt that.”

I don’t know what I expected from him--but not this. I thought he’d be at least somewhat apologetic. “You should have told me.”

“I would have if I felt it was significant.”

“I’m your best friend--your marriage is significant to me. And even though it’s not like you’re engaged to her right now, you should have told me. You know I talk to Alina all the time.”

He sighs once, a hint of apology threatening to ghost over his eyes. “If I knew not knowing would have upset you so much I would have told you. I was--I was just so excited to be around you again I didn’t see much relevance in anything that didn’t involve you.”

The intensity that Nikolai regards me with is enough to wither all of my fury. But without my anger, I am left spiraling in emotion that I’ve been pushing against for years. My mother’s warning about relationships with those above us rings in my ears--sharp and headache inducing. I am still when he reaches for my hand again, but I do no allow myself to return the gentle squeeze of his fingers.

“I’m not sure much outside of you has significance.” He’s giving me a look I am familiar with. A look he often uses to chase away my anger.

Without my anger, I have nothing to keep me from melting into him, indulging in his presence fully. It’s so easy with him and I blinded myself to the danger of that. He may not be marrying Alina, but one day he will marry someone. A person worthy of his status--and what would I be left doing? Washing their laundry? Tearing up when I dusted the library and came across a book we had read together? Enough damage has already been done--I need to cut myself with this blade now in hopes of making sure I can one day recover.

He will get married one day, and nothing will be the same. And that’s a good thing--he deserves the love of a princess or queen. I want his happiness, even if it’s not with me. But some vindictive part of me hopes that some part of him will miss me. That some part of him will be dulled without me.

I’m a fool--he will remember me as the handmaid from his youth. The girl who made him laugh once or twice before he grew up. I force my hand out of his grasp. “You can’t win me over with words every time.” I need to get out of here before he says something that makes me lose all resolve. “Tomorrow morning I’ll be here to prepare you for breakfast.”

“Y/n.”

I step forward, refusing to look at him. “Goodnight.”

He sighs, his hand quick to grab my arm. Before I can question him I feel myself pulled back. I expect him to pull me just close enough so that I have to meet his gaze. He continues, pulling me sharply before placing a quick hand on my shoulder, forcing me down. My back hits his bed.

I sit up as soon as the reality of what just happened seeps into my mind. “Nikolai, what in the Saints--”

“If you’re going to act like a child, I’m going to treat you like one.”

I scoff, thoughts of escaping him put on hold by the principle of pride. Fine. I’ll beat him one last time, and then I’ll let us separate. I shove him. He laughs--of course this is funny to him. He got to keep fighting past the age of about eleven. His laughter adds to my anger, I move to shove him again, but he catches my wrist easily. I struggle against his hold, shoving him a third time with my still free hand. He pushes me slightly. That’s all it takes to unleash familiar habits.

Our small fight is hardly fair. He has all the advantage--more training, and he’s standing above me. When I finally make a move that might give me some success, Nikolai leans forward. He practically tackles me, his weight forcing me flat against the bed.

I move an arm, ready to push him off of me. Nikolai snags my wrists, holding them above my head. “This means I win.” I roll my eyes, anger returning.

“Let me go.”

He sighs tiredly, but the smugness radiating off of him is suffocating. “Admit that you were jealous.”

There are a lot of things I am willing to do for him--but never that. I cannot give him the one separation I still have. “I wasn’t.”

“Then why are you mad?”

I press my lips together. “I told you--”

“Do you really think you could lie to me?”

“You don’t know me that well.”

Nikolai moves his freehand, touching my chin as a way to ask me to look at him. I meet his gaze hesitantly. “Yes, I do, and that’s never bothered you before but it does now.”

Maybe this is a conversation better had bluntly. “It bothers me now because you’re too old to hold onto the daughter of a palace handmaid and I’m too old to pretend that our different statuses don’t matter.”

“Y/n,” he breathes, “Nothing’s changed. Status didn’t matter to me when we were children, and it doesn’t matter to me now.”

“You can afford to say things like that.”

“What good is my title if it means I can’t,” he pauses, eyes hesitant, “If I can’t keep things the same between us?”

I smile, the sadness of the look weighs on me and I can’t even see it. “Nikolai, you always knew things would change.”

“No, I--”

“You can’t tell me you think your future wife would like you having such a close relationship with a handmaid.” I press my lips together. “One day you’ll fall in love and get married and you’ll want me to leave your bedchamber as soon as dinner is over because you’ll be eager to spend time with your wife.” His gaze hardens. “And that’s not a bad thing. It’s actually a really good thi--”

The last syllable of my sentence dies in my throat. Nikolai, who must be possessed by something, leans down and presses his lips against mine. I beg myself to resist, but his gentleness is everything I’ve ever wanted. He releases my hands in favor of holding my face. That’s all it takes--my hands move without my permission, into his hair--pulling him closer to me. What am I doing? I’m insane. Placing my hands on his chest cautiously, I push just slightly. He’s quick to obey, pulling away while allowing his teeth to brush against my bottom lip.

I gape at him--taking in his now slightly swollen lips. “Nikolai.” He can’t do this to me. We’re friends. Despite the fact that I’ve loved him more than I should--we’re friends. “You’re being extremely unfair.”

He draws his eyebrows together, sitting up quickly and moving off of me. “I’m being unfair? I have spent my entire life loving y--”

I sit up, furious in a new way. “You have not!” This is the dumbest I have ever been. I move to stand, still feeling the softness of his lips against mine.

“Your tooth fell out.” The sharpness of his words forces me to still.

“What?”

I can’t bring myself to turn and look at him, but I’ve always been able to feel any heaviness he bears. The weight of it leaves little room for air in my lungs. “You were ten. I told you ‘girls couldn’t fight’ so you punched me in the face. That was the first time we ever fought--I didn’t mean to hit you in the face, but you moved. You moved and I hit you in the mouth and your last baby tooth fell out. I expected you to cry or get angry, but you just blinked at me and laughed. You were happy to lose your last baby tooth because it meant you were grown up. And then you smiled and asked me if you looked older. If anything, the gap in your smile made you look younger but I told you that you looked like a grown-up because I wanted you to keep smiling. Because your smile made me feel like I won something.” I turn on my heels, but I cannot meet his gaze. “That was the moment I fell in love with you--so don’t tell me I haven’t spent my entire life loving you.”

The weight of his words is harder to survive against than the heaviness of his feelings. “Nikolai, you know we can’t ever be together--”

“Why not?”

“Don’t act like you don’t know,” I manage, voice low, “You almost married the Sun Summoner--”

“That was political--”

“Exactly, your marriage is meant to be political, and if it happens to be out of love--which is what I hope you get, because it is what you deserve--it will be to someone of status.”

Nikolai stands, the movement is that of a king, not the boy I know. “I do not want status or to love someone else--I want you.”

“I can’t take that from you--”

“You can’t take anything from me because I’ve already given it all to you.”

I press my lips together, heart tearing for him. “I love you too much to ruin you.”

My words seem to snap something in him because his eyes darken, the way he watches me adjusting accordingly. “You can’t ruin something that’s always been yours.”

I let myself smile. At him. At his words. At the foolish hope the child in me has clung to after all of these years. I reach for him thoughtlessly, because I have the right to. Because I’ve always had the right to. He’s quick to respond, kissing me with much more security than before.

This time, he pulls away of his own regard. “You still haven’t admitted that you were jealous.”

His teasing smugness isn’t as sour to me anymore. “I wasn’t.”

Nikolai pulls me towards him easily, lips threatening to brush against me, warm breath against my face. “Are you sure, darling? You were awfully quick to claim what’s yours.”

I roll my eyes, grinning so widely I’m surprised my face doesn’t yet hurt. “You’re the one that fell for a ten-year-old girl with a bloody mouth.”

When he smiles back at me, he places a hand on my hip, pulling me forward slightly. “That I did.” He pulls me forward slightly. "Does this mean you can sleep in here again?"

"If anything, this is more reason for me to sleep in another room." He rolls his eyes, pulling me even closer. "But I won't tell if you don't."

Nikolai leans forward, pressing his lips to my forehead. "Deal."

tags: @deardiarystuff @theincredibledeadlyviper, @grishaverse7 @benbarnes-supremacy  @tranquilitymoon @kaitlyn2907 @lunamyangel @christinawxxx @deceivedeer @real-mbappe @tonks33

[whatsmineisyours69]

As soon as you walked in the door you could hear your bf moaning from your bedroom. You were immediately excited thinking you had caught him in the middle of jacking off and headed straight for the bedroom to see if you could join in and help him out. Your excitement is colored with confusion when you catch sight of the clothing scattered on the floor leading to the bedroom and notice the two sets of pants and underwear. When you make it to the door you look through the opening and see your bf naked on all fours on the bed with your friend Brian behind him eating him out. You stare at the scene watching your boyfriend moan and grind into your friends face. You feel a little hurt and a little betrayed but you can't focus on either feeling considering how hard you're getting watching the scene. After another few mintues your friend comes up for air and notices you standing there. "You're home early" he says with a cocky smile. At this your bf finally opens his eyes and looks at you. "I can explain" he starts to say to you but Brian cuts him off "no need, I got this" he gives your bfs ass a reassuring slap and gets off the bed to walk over to you, . You can't help but stare at his mostly hard 10" dick swinging between his legs as he makes his way to you. putting an arm around your shoulder he begins "So basically I came over to grab my charger I left here last night and your bf and I got to talking about this and that and eventually we got onto the topic of fucking. He mentioned how good you were at rimming and, being quite good myself, I  couldn't pass up a challenge like that. With a little convincing I was able to get him to agree to a a little contest just to see who's better and it seems you've come at the perfect time to make this a fair game." You weren't sure how to react but before you could put too much thought into it you felt Brian pulling your shirt over your head at the same time your bf positioned himself so his ass was facing you. "Are you really going to say no to that?" Brian says over your shoulder. Resigning yourself to deal with your feelings later, you remove the rest of your clothes and grab hold of your bf's waist. You quickly bury your face in his ass and start doing your absolute best job of rimming his hole. You can tell by the noises he's making that you're doing everything right. It's no surprise because it is your best talent in the bedroom. After 10 mintues of your best work you hear Brian speak up from beside you "Damn he wasn't kidding when he said you were the best. I couldn't get him to make any noises like that. Guess you win this round. Now for round 2." As he says this he pulls your face away nods down at your dick. "You're better with your tongue but how about your dick? Think you can make him beg for it like I can?" He emphasizes the question by slapping his rock hard 10" playfully against your bfs ass. Even just the small smacks have a noticeable effect on your bf, who arches his back and angles his ass to try and position it closer to his well prepared hole. "Uh uh, glad to see you're eager to judge but I think it's only fair that the winner of the last round goes first." He leans in close to you and adds in a whisper "it will also be better if you loosen him up for me. Don't want to see him get hurt trying to take more of me then he can handle without a little warmup first."

Before you can think about objecting your bf turns to you with a plaintive look in his eyes and you're already positioning yourself behind him. He's He's worked up that you slide almost all the way in without resistance, inciting a moan of pleasure from him. You start to thrust and within 30 seconds you're already starting to feel overwhelmed by the excitement of the situation.  You start to slow your thrusts in an effort to last longer but Brian notices and says " I didn't hear him ask you to slow down so I'd consider that cheating." He leans in and grabs you by the hair to pull your face up to look at him. "Now you better keep fucking as hard and as fast as you can or this wouldn't be a fair contest." To emphasize those words he puts a hand on your lower back and starts forcing you to thrust deeper and faster. Between your boyfriends eager moaning and Brian's manhandling you lose what little resistance you had left and start pumping as fast as you can. Within seconds you're emptying everything you have into your bfs hole. "Not bad considering the circumstances but now it's time for the main event." Brian says to you with a wink as he moves you out of the way and takes your place behind your bf. He rubs his full 10 inches against your bfs hole and says "Hope you're ready for the real fun to start" and with that he slides every inch of himself into your bf. Instead of the reaction of pain you expect your bf lets out a guttural sound of pleasure you weren't aware he could make. Brian wastes no time and starts to thrust into him producing even more noises of pleasure you've never heard before. You try and make eye contact with your bf but he is so lost in the dicking he's getting he doesn't even seem to register the room around him, let alone remember you're there. You also can't help but notice how hard he is. His dick is slowly leaking precum onto the sheets below him and even getting onto his stomach as the force of Brian's thrusts sends it bouncing up to slap against his body periodically. After what seems like half an hour of thrusting, moaning, and your bfs begging you notice Brian start to pick up the pace a little. "Alright I'm not too far off so time to get serious." With that he reaches an arm around your bfs neck and lifts him up so that he's pumping his dick up into him. Between the change of position and the increased pace your bf finally can't last any longer and jets of cum start shooting from his bouncing dick without so much as touching it. A few strands land on you and you can't help but start furiously stroking again. In response to your bf cumming Brian says "Now that's what I like to see. You've definitely earned this." And with another few hard, deep thrusts you watch his balls pulse as he unloads into your bfs well used hole. The sight of his cum slicked dick pulling out of your bf is enough to make you blow another load. You aim it at your bf and cover his ass in a little extra cum. He is still to enraptured to notice much of anything and just lays on his stomach trying to catch his breath. "I think it's safe to say I won that round. You know the rules, loser cleans up. I'm going to use your shower and maybe get ready for round 3" with that he leaves the room and leaves you with your bf. It's only a moments hesitation before you bury your face in your bfs ass again and start licking up every last drop of cum from his hole causing him to quietly moan. Part of you is wondering what this means for your relationship but between your dick starting to get hard again and the soft moans you're eliciting from your bf, it's hard to think about anything else aside from round 3.

[angelic-jeonghan1004]

Golden Child Reaction To Their S/O Being More Clingy Than Usual || PT.1

This was requested :) I have many Golden Child Requests I'm getting to, so @ my Goldenness please be excited :)) also the Jangjun one is so long I don't know what came over me but my inner Jangjun love came out, some of these aren't always the best at doing the more clingy than usual vibe like I kinda used that as a guide and went with it or just used the word clingy and go with it since I previously have done this with Onewe and I don't want to repeat the same story's for ppl💖 as I post this I'm working on the part two so expect that very soon !! (Probably next few days)

Genre: Fluff

Gif credits to rightful owners 💫

Daeyeol

Okay so Daeyeol big friendly giant boyfriend and I think he'd be absolutely whipped for you

He'd always be the one to start any form of affection

You both where sitting on the couch and he was telling you about something Jangjun did to prank him

But you really wanted to kiss him since he kept pouting jokingly when explaining the situation to be extra

So when you stopping him from completing his sentence by asking if you could kiss him

He'd just go blank

It's not like you haven't kissed before but he always was the one to initiate it so your boldness caught him by surprise

He'd nod

But truly Daeyeol.exe has a network malfunction right there

After planting a quick kiss to his lips he would not stop smiling, completely forgetting what he was talking about

He adjusted how he was sitting on the couch

More so in a laying down position rather than sitting

You took it as a opportunity to cuddle

Daeyeol was not ready for the amount of times his heart was just going to do backflips from the simplest of actions

You don't know what came over you in this burst of affection and neither did Daeyeol but he wanted it to continue for as long as possible

Sungyoon

Bunny boyYYYYy I love YouUuUUU

I 100% believe he loves giving you kisses

Just planting so many all over your face

Since he just wants to shower his bb with all the love ??

Because of this you wanted to try a counter attack

You like initiating skinship but initiating kisses? Now that has you intimidated

Which is why Sungyoon will plant many kisses on your face and initiate kisses since if he doesn't there non existent

Now back to your counter attack

He was doing his usual of kissing your face starting from your forhead to the tip of your nose

when he got to your cheek, you quickly turned so you would plant a sweet kiss to his lips

Woop, woop we have another boy who's now not working since Sungyoon.exe is out of order and that's on your sudden affection

Once he'd processed it his smile would be so big his nose scrunched :))

Taking this as another opportunity you planted a kiss to his cheek and he'd be living for it

It's not usual to get kisses from you so he'd be incredibly dazed with love

"you know I love you, can I have another kiss?" He'd say looking at you with hopeful eyes

Cupping his face you kissed him

Very nice and sweet moment you wouldn't trade for the world

"I love you too"

God forbid me of living he's so precious

Jangjun

Okay now this crackhead loves affection and especially your affection

You make a act that you hate it but you truly love it

But Jangjun doesn't know that

He just thinks you aren't that affectionate but he special since he's the bf (( ꈍᴗꈍ))

You could tell he thought that way too

And you wondered how long you could keep that going

Since who doesn't love a little acting challenge game?

He'd always do aegyo till you agreed to hold his hand, kiss him, cuddle, anything

Earning a eye roll from you on occasions but always giving in which he loved

Since he thought even if you don't like affection you'll always accept his

Even if he has to fight for it a little you'll always give it to him which has him happiest boy ( ＾ω＾)

Going good for a while until the upcoming day

You got caught on being the affectionate person you are because of your soft spot for Joochan

Joochan wanted to go to the convenient store to fill the dorms kitchen with snacks since they where running low but didn't want to go alone

But everyone wasnt in the mood so you stepped up to the plate and did so

causing a smile on Jangjun's face to see you care for his members

But then he caught you red handed when you not Joochan, but you put out your hand for Joochan to hold as you both speed out the door laughing

He was taken aback

He thought he was the special bf that was the one to only get your affection even if he had to fight for it (｡•́︿•̀｡)

See when you got back you where not ready for the dramatic self that is Jangjun

"So you like holding hands with Joochan but not me" he said lifting his chin looking in the opposite direction of you

You couldn't help but burst into laughter

"Hey! It's not funny, I have to do aegyo and be cute to get you to hold my hand which you eye roll at just the aegyo but he gets a full on free pass? This doesn't add up since I am your LOVELY AND AFFECTIONATE boyfriend."

At this point you where wheezing

After collecting yourself you walked up to Jangjun and he gave you a sigh waiting for a good explanation

Since why??? was his non affectionate s/o letting Joochan hold their hand with no effort??? but he gotta do his little cute blinking repeatedly while pouting for it???

But you just wrapped your arms around his waist catching him by surprise

"I really like your affection Jangjun."

With that Jangjun heart has gone all mushy even if he wants to keep going about being extra he cannot anymore

You made him so soft :((

He is just (｡ŏ﹏ŏ) ready to give you the world asap

You looked up at him and smiled

"hey look at me." You said with a little laugh he quickly looked down and realized the small space between the two of your faces

You planted a quick peck to his lips and boy was his heart all yours

Now knowing your affectionate he's not gonna let that go btw since now he knows you love his affection just as much as he loves yours

Youngtaek

Beep beep another big cuddly giant boyfriend again

He's just a big dork and will give the world to hold you in his arms

You usually would decline his efforts to cuddle you or show skin ship

But then he'd give you those big puppy eyes and look so sad

Not even meaning too he just loves showering you in affection

It's not that you didn't like it you just got shy

Wether that be scared if he'd like it

which he totally would like it since why would he be giving you such doe eyes and requesting for it if not

You'd get especially shy if it was near the boys since pda just had you scared of judgement

Or for him to have to be in a uncomfortable position cuddling/have the everyone tease him

But with the look he had you didn't care about any judgement others had so you'd always go along with the display of affection

Other than his trys of affection you won't be caught initiating it ever

Even if you wanted to your small fears held you back

But then today happened

He decided to sleep at your house instead of the dorms since he missed your presence

You'd never tell him this but you love kissing him

He has such plush lips how could you not?

Pampering his face with kisses is something you always wanted to do since he's just so precious

You woke up before him and turned to see him sound asleep

Since you wouldn't have to face embarrassment

You leaned over planting may small kisses to his face

He wasn't ready but was very happy to wakeup to you kissed every square inch of his face

He'd keep his eyes close pretending to be asleep but would purposefully wrap his arm around your waist and pull you closer

"why don't you do this all the time, I'd sell everything for your affection why are you giving me all the kisses I could ask for and more when I'm asleeeeep do it when I'm awakeeee" whine evident in his voice

Your face would be incredibly red but you'd laugh

Planting one more kiss to his nose you settled back down and barrier your face in his chest

"I'll try but don't expect too much of me." Maybe you could get over your inner fears for him

"Promise me?" Of course he'd have to give you his puppy dog eyes

"okay I'll promise to" nuzzling your face into his chest even more from pure embarrassment

This is notably probably Youngtaek's favorite day now

Since who wouldn't love waking up to kisses from the love of your life?

Seungmin

Seungmin was having a rough day

Trying to keep up with everything was just a hassle and it just really wasn't his day

He texted you to see if you'd be willing to come to the dorms which thankfully you where free so you said yes

When you arrived you could tell something was off in his mood

Usually not being a affectionate person you put that to the side

You'd be willing to cuddle or hold hands anytime it just wasn't your priority do Seungmin would have to push for it usually

You walked up to Seungmin who was being mopy sitting up on his bed

You crawled to be right next to him and into his arms in which you kissed his cheek before asking what was wrong

Seungmin couldn't help the smile that came to his face from your signs of affection since he knows you don't go out and do it

So when you took the time to get into his arms and kiss him

He couldn't help but have his mood become better

After explain it was just a off day you snuggled farther into him

He didn't know that such a precious person could exist and that he was dating them

You'd fallen asleep like that and he said a small thank you for being affectionate with him even if its not your usual

He said while you where asleep since he felt a little shy to thank you when awake and you'd brush it off anyway just saying it's the best thing to do

Which you aren't wrong

Part 2

[britishchick09]

danger force return of the kid livewatch

HENRY IS BACK AND IT’S TIME FOR ME TO FINALLY GET AROUND TO WATCHING IT! :D

the version i’m watching on dailymotion is slightly chipmunked and it’s adorable ^_^

awww  sweetest hug ever! ♥

chapa: “don’t make me get the crowbar!” omg :o

miles: “you hate to see it” and you love to see the meme ;)

henry’s dad is graduating from an online school how 2020

CAPTAIN MAN LOVES THE HUGS!!! :D

mika: “we once caught a guy that was stealing books... FROM THE LIBRARY!” omg shocking! :o

henry just said ‘noice’ wtf mr. hart

henry spent ‘his whole childhood’ defeating people but wasn’t he like a tween when he became kid danger?

ray: “henry’s MINE now” awww :)

idk if henry can still become kid danger (i haven’t seen the henry danger finale) but i really hope he does

henry: “everyone thinks kid danger is-“ chapa: “hot?” miles: “dead?” lol

ray wants henry to pick his nail color awww :)

henry wants them to ‘handle it themselves’ does that mean he can’t transform? :o

henry just deleted ‘where are you?’ messages from charlotte HENRY DID YOU SERIOUSLY ABANDON YOUR FRIENDS FOR RAY YOU’RE NOT JOHN WITH YOKO

the audience just gave a quiet ‘aww’ when henry deleted the messages same :/

ray: “you wanna see my axe storing room?” your WHAT room

henry: “do i even have to axe?” eyyyyyyy ;)

ray and henry are the best of friends! :D

they’re playing a just dance ripoff how sweet :)

henry: “this has been so much fun!” ray: “I LOVE YOU TOO!” henry: “what?” ray: “I SAID GET READY FOR ROUND TWO!”

the game is calling for a tango STOP THE SHIPPING

and the game is called PRANCE PRANCE REVOLUTION lol :D

ray wants the kids to leave to spend more time with henry ♥

DAAAANG HENRY JUST LIFTED RAY YOOO!!!!!

ray: “quit your bellyaching!” henry: “yeah, this is what you get paid for!” the kids: “YOU GOT PAID???” lol :D

ray wants to stay up there ‘as long as he can’ wowza what a shippy shippy

the intro pops up nearly 6 minutes into the ep what a long and exciting cold open! :D

chapa to mika: “we got your heart to start beating again...” wtf happened :o

bose’s mouth was full did he have a towel in his mouth lol

mikes screaming “I HATE YOU!!” is better than anakin lol

CHAPA WANTS TO DESTROY HENRY WTF

mika isn’t up for this bs YOU GO MIKA!!!!!

mika: “AND CHAPA SHOULD BE THE ONE THAT KILLS HIM!!” FRICK YEAH!!!

...but also FRICK NO DON’T KILL CAPTAIN MAN PLZ

omg henry and ray started a totally sick rock band yo!

SCHWOZ BE LIKE ‘AWWW YEAHHHH!!!!” :D

henry: “don’t need to practice when you’re already perfect, dude!” hannah montana wants to know your location

why is ray obsessed with henry’s mom creepy

henry: “gotta save my messages to the cloud!” F U T U R E!!!!”

char’s messages are like ‘you can’t run from this’ HENRY WHAT’S GOIN’ ON HMMMM?????

ray: “...that didn’t sound like your mom.”

henry asked if he was ‘totally untrackable in the man’s nest’ WHAT DID YOU DO HENRY

ray: “finding you in here would be like trying to find a gray hair on my head!” henry: “there’s one right there.” ray: “whaaat?”

MIKA BE P-I-DOUBLE S-ED YO

henry’s been there for 3-4 days HENRYYYY!!!!

chapa: “we also think we should be able to vaporize someone FOR NO REASON AT ALL!!!!” daang chapa p-i-double wuble s-ed too!

ray: “time is a tall glass of water” henry: “please don’t punch my glass-” ray: *PUNCHES GLASS LIKE A BOSS*

ray: “next crime that calls is goin’ home in a body bag” sweet serenity celestia captain man calm down

henry: “who knows when the next call will come in?” call: *comes in* lol

OMG DID THE KIDS SET UP THE EMERGENCY CALL???? :o

HENRY TRANSFORMED YAAAS!!! and i guess the dark outfit he wore in the insta teaser pic is his new hero form?? :o

henry: “up the tube!” captain man: “...we go down the tube.” lol :D

and awayyyyy they go!

robber: “part of the reason i rob people is for the connection i feel and i feel like you’re (the cashier) not here with me right now!” awww ♥

the cashier walked past captain man’s book first of all awesome call back and secondly why is a book being sold at a convenience store

captain man: “let’s slow fight this crime”

robber: “is this your sidekick?” ray: “naw, we’re just vibing!” henry: “you don’t even know what that means” ray: “it’s means, like, we’re together but not really” johnlock wants to know your location

henry really wants to get back to the man’s nest what’s goin’ on here????

a drone just said ‘henry hart located sending bounty hunter’ first of all wtf and secondly BOBA FETT CROSSOVER WHAT

even captain man’s like ‘wtf dude?’

mika: “i finally got mom and dad to fall asleep! you know what that means...” others: “SCREEN TIME!!! :D” kids these days...

chapa; “i wish i had a phone!” the way she said it is a total ‘god i wish that were me’ meme

the ad on is for ‘imdb tv’ THEY HAVE A STREAMING SERVICE??????

mika has a big phone or a tiny tablet

mika to a caller: “WHAT DO YOU WANT????” miles: “YOU’RE INTERRUPTIN’ SCREEN TIME!!!” sweet serenity you two CALM THE FRICK DOWN

captain man: “the kid and i are in a bit of a jimmy jam...” jimmy john’s wants your location

henry: “you want to fly the mancopter? get a bunch of puppies?” you’d think the kids would want to fly the flipping mancopter but they want puppies instead. kids these days! :D

captain man: “what’s gotten your brisket in a basket?” lol

henry: “dystopia’s really scary-“ well duh you live in a town called DYSTOPIA what did you expect

henry messed with a guy WHO EATS PEOPLE’S SOULS WTF

captain man reaction: “...so you didn’t come to swellview to see me?” i think you should be focused on the, i don’t know... EATING PEOPLE’S SOULS PART RAY

the lights just went out OH MAN

OH CRAP THE BLACKOUT IS HERE WITH A GUN

henry: “we’re gonna die, dude!” captain man: “hold on gotta try and think of an opening quip-“ this is like yakko saying ‘we need a perfect opening’ line in the animaniacs reboot lol :D

also THIS DUDE IS LITERALLY GONNA KILL YOU RAY YOU SHOULD BE SCARED FOR YOUR LIFE

captain man: “knock knock-“ the blackout guy: *shoots captain man into a wall* captain man: “typically you’d say ‘who’s there?’“ lol

YO THE GUY JUST GOT TRAPPED IN A SPIDER WEB

shoutout: “how did you miss the floor awol?” awol: “at least we’re here! we could’ve been in another country!” oh miles! :D

chapa: “why are the lights out?” henry: “it’s blackout! he’s a bounty hunter from dystopia-“ chapa: “aaalllllready stopped listening.” why does nobody care about a soul-sucking bounty hunter tho??

captain man has a wall on his back like peter being stuck to the couch in that one family guy ep lol

the lights go on and everyone cheers! :D

captain man: “i said i wasn’t done with my quip! knock knock-“ *gets thrown to the ground* he’s never gonna get to that quip huh

henry: “looks like captain man is taking care of him.” no i think HE’S BEING ATTACKED HENRY

henry: “tell schwoz he can keep my dirty laundry-” why didn’t he pick it up before he moved tho

awol: “captain man says you’re the best superhero he’s ever seen!” henry: “that doesn’t sound like him.” brainstorm: “he also says you have a surprisingly good singing voice.” henry: “i guess i’m alriiight...;)” lol

volt: “captain man says that we’re garbage and we’ll never measure up to you” geez ray be a bit nicer to them (especially chapa) not everyone’s your bf henry

awol: “let’s take this guy down together! ... that sounded really cheesy” lol i love how they all agree except for shoutout :D

the blackout guy wants to know why captain man’s not dying DOES RAY NOT HAVE A SOUL????

YO VOLT JUST HIT BLACKOUT’S FACE WITH LIGHTNING that’s gotta hurt!

blackout falling down because of a scream is the best :D

yay they did it!!! :D

AND BRAINSTORM HIGH-FIVED HENRY YAS! :D

captain man: “what do you get when you cross a duck with a shutzu?” nice dodging the nickelodeon censors ray ;)

barrow raffle ad: “you could win a million dollars! if you ask us, that’s a win-win” a win-win is letting me finish this ep

captain man kicked blackout and he didn’t respond IS HE DEAD??? :o

schwoz left an alive present in henry’s jeans WTF SCHWOZ

henry: “tough group of kids you got there.” ray: “yep, it always surprises me how much grit and determination each one of them has- oh my god, they’re baby-talking the puppies” lol what a perfectly delivered line :D

henry: “buh-bye dangers!” awww dangers!!! :’)

the higher-pitch of the vid makes mika’s puppy voice SO ADORBS! ♥

♥♥♥♥♥♥

*phone alarm* henry: “that’s my guber!” i know it’s an uber pun but henry’s getting a goofy goober ride awwww yeah! B)

ray doesn’t want to let go awww :)

yo schwoz put a turtle in henry’s pocket lol :D

ooh there’s a post credit scene! :D

and it’s bloopers how sweet :)

that was a great ep as always (probably my fave ep along with the quarantine special)! him and captain man have awesome chemistry and henry with the kids is great too ♥ see ya soon henry! (and danger force)

[carolinahurricanesstan]

Dougie Hamilton x reader

It had been three months since you graduated from college. Unsure if it was because of that or because you were quickly approaching your 25th birthday, but you were spiraling. Not gonna lie, college was freaking hard and honestly, you were unsure of what you wanted to do but if something didn’t get you out of the house soon, you were going to go insane.

You had applied to a few different marketing positions, but nothing had materialized yet and you were frustrated. 

You decided to go and grab lunch with your best friend, (y/bf/n) one HOT September Friday and as you sat down at your favorite downtown Raleigh restaurant, your phone rang, but the number was not one that you recognized. It was a local number so you decided to answer it, hoping that it was one of the many jobs you had applied to. 

“Hi! Is this (y/n)?”

“Yes, it is!”

“Hi, (y/n)! I hope you’re doing well today! This is Shannon, head of marketing here for the Carolina Hurricanes. I’m calling in regards to your extremely impressive resume. We would absolutely love to set up an interview with you to see if you would be a good fit for our team. Are you free this week sometime to come in and chat?”

You were speechless. This was finally your opportunity. Quickly, you regained your composure and were able to choke out,

“Absolutely! I’m free first thing Monday morning! What time works best for you?”

“Let’s say 9 am? You can meet me at the North entrance of PNC.”

“That sounds fantastic. I will see you Monday morning at 9 am, Shannon! Thank you so much!”

“See you then, (y/n)! Have a great weekend!”

You smile at your friend across the table and she looks back at you with a confused look on her face.

“Who was that?” she asks.

“Head of marketing for the Canes. I have an interview for a position on their marketing team on Monday!” You were beaming.

“Holy SHIT, dude! That’s awesome! You’ve been waiting for something like this!” 

\\\

Monday snuck up on you. You decided to go out on Saturday night for drinks with your closest friends to celebrate your pending job interview and spent Sunday recovering from that. You were excited for sure, but now the nerves began to set in. You slept like shit, tossing and turning all night. You woke up around 7 am, groggy as all. You knew that you were really great at interviews, but looking in the mirror, you knew that you needed some work to feel as confident outside as you were inside. You drug yourself to the shower, turning on the almost-scalding water. After getting out, feeling a lot less groggy, you take extra time getting ready, being very meticulous with each step. You curl your hair into loose waves and apply your normal, natural makeup: a little eyebrow, a little mascara, and that’s it. 

You step back into your room, putting on the outfit that you picked out a few days before. A super flattering pair of slim fit, black ankle pants, a more casual shirt, layered with a modern blazer. You slide on a pair of ankle boots and stop at the full length mirror propped up in the corner of your bedroom. 

Pleased with how you looked, you grab your keys and head out the door. You lived 10 minutes away from the arena, so you jump in your car and turn some music on to hype you up before pulling out of your driveway and eventually onto 40.

You pull into PNC arena, familiar because of the many events you’ve attended, you go directly towards the north entrance. You quickly park and begin heading towards to door, only to be greeted by one of the friendliest faces you’ve ever seen. 

“Hey! You must you (y/n)!! I’m Shannon!! So nice to put a face with the name!”

You quickly walked towards her, shaking her hand. “Likewise! So nice to finally meet you!”

You two begin walking inside of the building, she starts: “So, nothing to be nervous about! We loved your resume and just wanted to familiarize you with our organization before we officially offered you the job.”

You two arrived in what appeared to be the offices for the staff and you were mesmerized. Hockey in Raleigh hadn’t been much of a thing to write home about until two years prior, when they qualified for the Stanley Cup Playoffs for the first time in a while. You’d been to a few games, but to be honest, you didn’t know a whole lot about the team. You knew about hockey because your college had a team, but you never really cared about who the players were.

Shannon continued to talk and fill you in on the history of the team, who the leadership was, and chat about the upcoming season. You were engrossed in every word she said. She asked a few questions about you, seeming to really like your answers. The atmosphere here was incredible, everyone was buzzing with excitement, which in turn, made you excited. While invigorating, everyone was extremely friendly and laid back, including Shannon.

Finally, your tour came to a stop as Shannon led you into a conference room. She had some paperwork laid out on the table as she took a seat and gestured for you to sit across from her. As you sat, she began talking.

“I have been given pretty open freedom to do whatever I need to do to make this marketing team the best in the NHL. I do not beat around the bush at all and so, I’d like to formally offer you this position on our marketing team. I think that you could really bring a lot of incredible energy and ideas to our team and to Carolina in general and we would love to have you.”

Your smile took up your entire face. 

“You guys seem like an amazing group of people to work with and I would be totally honored to accept.”

She smiled back at me, “Awesome!! Welcome to the team, (y/n)! Let’s go meet the boys and then, we’ll come back and fill out this paperwork!”

///

Shannon leads you down a hallway, chatting you up the entire way. You’re halfway present, nodding along and smiling at what she’s telling you about the team, but your excitement is making it hard to focus on anything at all.

Finally, you walk out of the hallway into one of the openings leading to the rink. You recognize that you’re now beside the bench. She informs you that the guys are doing their morning skate. She motions a man over and introduces you to him. His name is Rod, the head coach. He shakes your hand, firmly, and welcomes you to the team. He seems friendly and warm, just like everyone else you’ve met, but you can also sense that he does not handle nonsense, at all.

Shannon asks him to bring the boys over for them to meet you as well. This terrified you a little, because as you’re scanning, you realize that these are not busted up hockey jocks, missing teeth, but these are young looking guys that are intimidatingly handsome. As she introduces you to the guys, you become a little self-conscious as a lot of them come to shake your hand, each giving you his name as he does. 

“(y/n) will be working specifically with creating our social media content and maintaining it. She’ll be doing an array of things in regards to working with you, including photographing and helping with video work. Her accomplishments are super impressive and we are so excited she’s decided to be apart of our organization.”

The guys all clap, a few even cheer and yell, for you as Shannon finishes up her announcement regarding you. You don’t typically blush, but as you’re standing there, talking to Shannon, you can feel it beginning to rise up your neck as you realize some of the guys are studying you as they skate back out.

Shannon sits on the empty bench and motions for you to join her as she begins telling you how she got started with the Hurricanes a few years back. You’re listening along, scanning over each guy on the ice. One in particular catches your eye and you realize it’s one of the same ones you caught looking at you earlier when Shannon was introducing you to everyone. 

He was tall. Like, really tall. You were only 5′3, so it didn’t take a lot for someone to be taller than you, but he was probably the tallest on the ice. You realize that you hadn’t been introduced to him when you met a majority of the other guys,

Shannon’s phone began to ring and she excused herself, leaving you alone for a minute to continue watching from the bench.

You continued to watch this tall man. He took his helmet off momentarily to expose his blonde hair. You also noticed his beard was gingery and he had probably the most beautiful smile you’d ever seen. Definitely your type. He skated over towards the bench to retrieve a gatorade and you felt your body stiffen a little when you realized he had caught you studying him.

As he got closer to the bench, he plopped down on it, breathing heavily from the drills he had just run and drinking from one of the bottles. You knew that you were blushing now. How could you not? He was freaking handsome. You avoided looking at him by pulling out your phone, but you could feel his gaze.

He swiftly put himself back over the wall, but not before stopping on the ice directly in front of you, causing you to look up at him. He smiled and stuck his hand out. He cleared his throat and said, “Hey, (y/n). I just wanted to introduce myself after you got bombarded by the rest of the guys. I’m Dougie.” 

His voice startled you a little. It was deep, with a slight rasp, and smooth as butter. Trying to pull yourself together, you shook his hand and smiled back at him. God, he was handsome. “It’s so nice to meet you,” you managed to get out. 

He held onto your hand a bit longer than a normal person would, holding eye contact with you, causing you to giggle and divert your eyes. He finally let go and added, “I should probably get back to morning skate before Roddy gets me. I’m looking forward to seeing you around, (y/n).” He smiles at you again before skating off to rejoin his teammates.

You finally release the breath it feels like you’ve been holding onto for an hour and look out at the ice one more time, catching eye contact with Dougie again, finding him smiling at you before running the drill he was apart of. 

Shannon finally ends her call and comes back to where you are, smiling at you. “You ready to go fill out your paperwork?”

///

Your first official day was a few days after you’d been hired. You knew that the season didn’t start for a few weeks and Shannon informed you that this was a big time for the marketing team to push out a lot of content to get the fans excited about the coming season. Fan attendance was up the last two years, but they really wanted to continue pushing out content that helped them get to know the players and feel connected with all of the boys. 

You guys had brainstormed a ton of new video ideas for the youtube channel, a few new promo shoots to get done, photo and video, and now the ideas just needed to be executed.

In the weeks leading up to the beginning of the season, you had been trusted to take the lead on a few of the different video projects and you were hooked. You loved being around the guys. They were freaking hilarious and so fun to be around. The repertoire they had with each other was dynamic and there was no denying that they all cared about each other. 

There had been a few moments during filming videos and photoshoots that you and Dougie had exchanged. Glances, short, friendly conversations. You were trying to remain professional and keep work and private life separate, but it was hard to do here. This was one of the most laid back environments you’d ever been in and you loved being able to open up and be yourself.

On the way to your car after work that day, you felt your phone buzz in your hand. You waited until you sat down in your car to unlock it and see a text from an unfamiliar number.

“You have been brilliant the last few days. It’s incredible to see you do what you’re so passionate about. Can’t wait to see you at the game this week. - DH”

Ah, Dougie. You smiled down at your phone for a minute before responding. He was so damn good looking and you admit, you’d caught yourself staring a little too long or scanning him up and down, longing to just reach out and touch him. 

“You’re too kind. See you then. ;)” 

You debated leaving the winky face off, but decided to leave it. You were feeling a little more adventurous than usual.

//

Before you knew it, the season was starting. You were buzzing because you got to photograph the game from beside the bench. The arena filled up quickly and you got to witness your first game as a staff member. The crowd was insanely loud. You spent the first two periods in awe, snapping photos during play, letting yourself get sucked in. There were a few times that you felt a few eyes on you from the bench, but you assumed you were being ridiculous. Once, you happened to glance over to catch a particular blondie watching you before he looked away. 

You grinned at the thought of Dougie being embarrassed that you caught him watching you, especially since you’d been watching him for most of the game. 

Towards the end of the third, the Canes were up two points with 2 minutes left in the period. Dougie came off of a shift and sat at the end of the bench, right beside where you were. He tapped your leg with his stick and smiled over at you. You smiled back at him. God, you hadn’t looked at him that close in person in a while. You guys had been so busy prepping everything for this night that you had been running around like a mad woman.

You both turned your attention back to the game as the clock wound down to zero. Dougie flashed a smiled at you as he and the other guys went out onto the ice to celebrate their first win of the season. You followed out onto the ice to grab photos of the storm surge, as you knew that was tradition that was so important to everyone.

//

You were in your office, packing up your equipment as you imported the images and videos onto your computer. You sat back in your chair, waiting for the import to finish, as your scrolled through your phone. You heard a knock at your door and you look up to see a freshly-showered Dougie in his pre-game suit that he had shown up in earlier today. 

“Hey, get any good shots tonight?”

You chuckled, knowing that this was a joke you had made with each other before, during the countless video and photo shoots you’d done with the team that last few weeks. 

You held eye contact with him, still chuckling, “You know I did. Did you”

This caused him to laugh as well, “Man, I could have sworn you watched me score that goal. I’m hurt that you didn’t.”

You both giggled before he came and sat at the chair in front of your desk. As he sat down, he looked slightly nervous, maybe uncomfortable? 

“So, I’ve been trying to push this off because you work for the team, but the more I think about it, the more I realize how unfair it is for me to not do this and always wonder what if.”

You raised an eyebrow at him, unsure of where this was going. Yeah, you guys had been friendly with each other, but a lot of the guys had been friendly. You were super attracted to Dougie, but you didn’t think anything different of the way he’d treated you vs the rest of the guys.

“If you are not interested, feel free to say no and we will forget this whole thing ever happened. But, I was wondering if you wanted to go grab a post game meal with me, (y/n)?”

You were slightly stunned. You wanted this, so you finally mustered up the confidence to respond. “Uhm, absolutely. I would love that!” 

///

DOUGIE’S POV

I was nervous, but good nervous. I hadn’t wanted to date anyone since I came to Carolina, but she was different. She was this presence that really lit up any room she was in. She was brilliant, thoughtful, hilarious, and always made anyone she talked to feel like the only person in the room. It was no secret that she was the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen. A lot of the boys on the team shared that opinion with me, how could they not?

I sat there, after putting myself on the line to ask her to hang out, nervous as fuck, hoping and praying she’d say yes.

She looked up at me with those beautiful eyes and that killer smile and accepted my invitation. 

Thank God.

 She closed her laptop on her desk and stood up, putting it in her bag.

“Ready to go?”

She looked up at me and flashed that heart stopping smile. “Yes, please.”

The whole way out to the parking lot, I wanted to hold her hand so bad. Ever since meeting her, I have had this desire to make her feel secure and safe, and walking with her now was no different. I didn’t understand the effect that she had on me, but I didn’t feel the need to fight it at all. 

I knew which car was hers and had made a point when I got to the arena today to park near her. 

“So, I thought that we could run through a drive-thru since it’s so late and then I have a secret spot that I want to take you to.”

She smiled at me as we approached the cars. “That sounds perfect.”

Every time she smiled at me, my stomach did a backflip.

///

(Y/N) POV

He offered to drive or gave you the option to drive separately, but you just wanted to be around him. In this moment, his presence was intoxicating.

He held his car door open for you, carefully closing the door before he retreated to the driver’s side. He smiled at you before starting the car and driving out of the arena. He asked what your drive thru guilty pleasure was and happily obliged, heading in the direction of it.

You both asked a few questions back and forth, easily filling your time with quality conversation on the way to whatever he had planned for you.

After pulling away from the drive thru, he drove for a few minutes, before turning down a road you were unfamiliar with. He parked and walked around to open your door. He opened his trunk and pulled out a blanket and you followed him as he began walking. Finally, you stopped in an opening and he gestured for you to look out into the field. You could see the entire city lit up in the distance. It was beautiful. He watched you sheepishly for your reaction.

“I figured we could sit out here, eat, talk, and look at the city or the stars.”

You were stunned, but in the best way. You looked up at him, with the biggest grin on your face. “Dougie, this is gorgeous.”

///

It had been probably close to two hours that you two had been sitting in front of the city, under the stars. To be honest, it felt like a fairytale to you. You were convinced that you could do the most mundane task with Dougie and it would feel like the lottery.

The more you talked to him, you realized how incredible he was. He was arguably the most handsome guy you’d ever seen. He was intelligent. He always seemed to be hinged on every word you said. He made you feel like you were all that mattered in the world.

You felt your adrenaline coming down and decided to lay back on the blanket and look up at the stars. Dougie did the same. You two continued your conversation, taking turns talking about anything and everything.

Before you knew it, it was 4 am. Dougie offered to take you back to your car at the arena but you knew that you lived close to his apartment from the last time you filmed a video with him and the boys, so you asked if he could just drop you off at your apartment. He obliged. After he opened your door for you and got into the driver’s seat, you said, “thank you again for dropping me off. I’ll just catch an Uber in the morning for work.”

“That’s nonsense. I’ll just swing by and pick you up.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to make you get up any earlier than you have to.”

“Nonsense. It’s not an imposition at all.”

You smiled out towards the window. The feelings that you were developing for Dougie were intense. You guys had spent the night talking about things that made it feel like you’d known him your entire life. Something about him made you want to open up and share everything you’ve ever said or done with him.

Part of you felt like he knew the effect he had on you. He glanced over, catching you smiling, trying to hide it. He contemplated for a second but decided to slowly reach over, resting his hand on your knee. He didn’t want to be too forward, but you had the same effect on him as he did you. He knew it was risky because this was the first time you’d hung out.

You smiled over at him before resting your hand on top of his. He was so warm and his hand almost engulfed your entire knee. He was perfect.

He finally pulled up to your apartment building. He parked on the street and got out to come and open your door. He grabbed your bag from you and offered to walk you up to your door.

As you got to your apartment door, you turned to face him. He held your bag out for you to take. You smiled, thanking him for such a lovely night. He smiled back at you. You loved that smile.

He debated kissing you. He had wanted to since he met you on your first day. He decided against It and pulled you in for a hug instead, opting for a kiss on the forehead instead.

Without breaking the hug, he said, “(y/n), thank you for spending tonight with me. You are incredible, truly. Can we do this again sometime? I would love to take you out for a nice dinner or maybe I can cook you dinner?”

You smiled into his chest, before slightly pulling away to look up at him. “I would love that. I’m free Thursday night?”

“Thursday night is perfect.” He smiled down at you, kissing your forehead one more time before pulling away. “Goodnight, (y/n)”

“Goodnight, Dougie” you said before unlocking your door and going inside of your apartment. You rested your back against the door, not wanting to move as you recounted the night, trying to remember every little detail about him. The way he smelled when he hugged you, how safe you felt with him.

You heard your phone ping with a text message. You took it out of your bag, wondering who would be texting you at this hour. It was a text from Dougie:

“Thank you again for tonight. You’re an incredible woman. I can’t wait to see you in the morning. x Dougie”

His message made you smile so big that your cheeks hurt. You were smitten.

///

Thankfully, you weren’t due in to the office until 10 the morning after weekday games, because you felt like you slept for maybe an hour. As you were almost done getting ready for the day, your phone pinged with a text from none other than Dougie.

“Hi gorgeous. Stopping for coffee. What can I bring you? :)”

You couldn’t stop smiling. God, he was perfect. You sent him your coffee order, along with a thank you, and continued getting ready. You had just slid your shoes on when you heard a knock at your door. You opened it and there he stood with that heart stopping smile, holding out your coffee for you to take. 

As you took it, he bent down and kissed your cheek. “How did you sleep, (y/n)?” You almost didn’t answer, caught up in his smile and the way he says your name. “I hardly slept at all, if we’re being honest.” Saying this, you threw a cheeky little smile in his direction. “But, I’m not mad about it at all,” you added, winking at him. 

You start to see a blush rise up on his cheeks and he looks down towards his feet, smiling he entire time, his hand rubbing the back of his neck. You’d never seen him like this before. He was almost bashful. This caused you to smile softy before saying, “we should probably get going.”

///

The car ride to the arena was anything but quiet. You loved talking to Dougie and the feeling was mutual. You brought out a side in him you’d never seen being around him at work. Halfway through the ride, he reached over and grabbed your hand. A warmth washed over here. You loved being around him. There was such a security with him, knowing that if you were his, he’d take care of you always.

///

You had spent the whole week thinking about your upcoming date with Dougie. You could not stop thinking about him. Every second of every hour. You caught yourself sending him quick little texts throughout the day. He came to your office and ate lunch everyday. You couldn’t wait to spend more time with him, away from work.

Thursday finally came. As your workday was coming to a close, your phone buzzed with a text.

Dougie: “Hey beautiful. Roddy let us out early today, so I’m running to get things for dinner tonight. Meet me at my apartment when you’re off?”

You: “I’ll be there. :)”

///

You didn’t even want to go home and change before heading over to Dougie’s. You just wanted to spend as much time with him as possible. There was an away game Sunday, so both of you were off the next day. 

You parked outside of his apartment building, shooting him a text before heading up. You were greeted by him at his door. He pulled you in for a tight hug, pulling you into his apartment in the process. With your face against his chest, you breathed it. His scent never got old. You pull away to look back at him. He’s wearing a black t-shirt and slim fit jeans that fit him in the best possible way. God, he’s fit. You were so lost in your thoughts of him that you didn’t realize that he was watching you sum him up. He laughed and closed the gap between you, wrapping you into his arms again.

He brought one of his hands up from you waist to the side of your face, brushing your hair away and tucking it behind your ear. His eyes were intense, like he was deep in thought. After rubbing your cheek with his thumb, he was tired of waiting. He couldn’t handle his desire to be closer to you anymore. He brought your face closer to his, closing the gap between your lips, kissing you with the most intense passion you’d ever felt. He pulled away, that sheepish Dougie grin taking over. 

“I’ve been waiting to do that for a while now,” he smiles, forehead still resting on yours.

“Me too,” you chuckle.

///

Watching Dougie in the kitchen was the most attractive thing you’d ever seen. While he was working, you just imagined your life after this moment, with him. Seeing this all of the time. 

After making you the most incredible dinner, you guys ended up on his balcony, with a bottle of champagne, giggling like school children, sharing the occasional kiss, him sitting in a chair, you sitting on his lap, one arm around your back, the other resting on your thigh. You were so infatuated with him.

///

You felt yourself begin to get more and more tired. Unable to fight it anymore, you laid your head down on Dougie’s chest, feeling yourself floating between being asleep and being awake, still conscious of where you could feel his skin touching yours.

“I should probably head home,” you say, into his neck, where you’ve nuzzled into him.

“No, no,” you hear him mumble into your hair. “Just stay here. I’ll sleep on the couch.”

“I’m not going to kick you out of your bed,” you mumbled, still pressed into his neck, sleepily.

He is getting ready to object when you say, “I’ll stay, but under one condition: you have to stay with me.”

He contemplates for a minute, unsure of if it’s the champagne or the sleep talking, but he just wants to be close to you. Without saying anything, he scoops you up, bridal style, and carries you into his room. Setting you down so that you’re standing in front of his dresser, he pulls out some sweats and a canes t-shirt, handing it to you and kissing you quickly before he leaves the room for you to change. After you’ve changed and thrown your hair into a messy bun, you walk into the kitchen, finding him cleaning up from the dinner you two shared.

You smile to yourself. Eventually, you walked up behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist. You heard him chuckle a bit before turning around and engulfing you into a hug. He ran his hands up and down your back.

“You look nice in my clothes,” he said, examining you, up and down.

You giggled, looking up at him, getting lost in those eyes.

“You ready for bed, gorgeous?”

You nod at him. He takes your hand and you walk with him back into his room. You stand behind him as he pulls the blankets back for the two of you. He gestures for you to lay down and as you do, he covers you up before removing his shirt and walking to the opposite side of the bed.

You turn to face him, finding his bright eyes already studying you. You grin slightly, soaking in all of his features one by one. You reach out and run your hand through his beard, seeing a smile play on his lips as you felt the stubble on your fingertips. Holding eye contact, you could see that his eyes were intense, studying your face more intently than you’d ever seen before.

Seemingly all in one motion, he wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you into his body, face face only inches from yours. He smiled big before pulling you in for another kiss. Since your first earlier, this was all you had craved. His lips were soft and tender. You felt his hand move to your cheek, pushing your hair back. You deepened the kiss, running your hands into his hair, down his bicep, before stopping at his forearm. 

You felt his kiss throughout your entire body. He was electric. All too soon, you pull away to catch your breath. Foreheads still pressed together, you hear him, barely above a whisper, “You are all I’ve thought about for days now, (y/n). You drive me wild in the best way possible. Everything that you are...” he pauses and begins stroking your hair, “is everything that I’ve looked for for so long. You make me want to be the best version of myself. For you. For us.”

His words cascaded over you like velvet. You let them soak into you, hanging onto every word he said. You’re lost looking for words to have the same effect on him that he’s had on you. You decide to kiss him in response to what he’s said. 

Things become more heated the longer you two kiss. Hands begin to wander. You feel his large hands run down your back, down to your bottom. After giving you a little squeeze, he runs his hand down to the back of your knee, swiftly pulling you up, so that you were straddling him. You smirked into the kiss before kissing him harder.

///

You woke up to sunlight beaming in on your face with strong arms wrapped around you tight. You felt him brush your neck with his lips.

“Good morning. You are so incredibly beautiful first thing in the morning.”

His raspy, morning voice paired with him mumbling into your neck, made him more attractive, not knowing that that was possible. Being here with him, you knew that you never wanted to do this with anyone else...like ever.

///

You laid there with him for the longest time, listening to the two of you breathe, exchanging secrets in the form of glances. Unknown to you, he was feeling the same way you were. You had never felt this way before and he hadn’t either.

///

You two decided to spend the day together, starting with brunch after a lazy morning spent between the sheets together. You ventured downtown after stopping by your apartment to change out of Dougie’s clothes that you had slept in. You offered them back to him, but he smiled and sheepishly told you to keep them.

Dougie drove you downtown to his favorite brunch spot. As you parked and were walking, he reach for your hand.

“I hope this is okay. Y’know, doing this in public. We really haven’t done that yet.”

You just smiled at him, giving his hand a squeeze to let him know that you didn’t mind. 

“It’s great. Really.”

///

You two had the best conversation over brunch, delving deep into topics that you hadn’t yet talked about. After you were done eating, he reached across the table to take your hand, as he’d done before your food arrived, and held eye contact with you, before saying:

“(y/n), I have something to say to you, just because I always want to be upfront with you. I actually don’t know if I could keep anything from you if I tried,” he said with a chuckle.

“Of course you can tell me anything. What’s up?”

“These days with you, since the moment you walked into the arena, I have felt so connected with you. I am so honored that you said yes to spending time with me. You have made me feel like the luckiest man in the world. The way that you look at me is the most incredible feeling, bar none. I’ve never felt this way about anyone, ever, especially in only a few weeks. I think I am falling in love with you, (y/n), and I know that that seems insane but I just want to be open and honest with you.”

You could feel your heart turning flips in your chest. Again, he’d left you speechless. You could feel tears pricking your eyes, but you finally managed to speak.

“Walking into that arena full of men, a large amount being bachelors, my eyes have always been drawn to you. Now that I know you, my heart, my soul, and my body literally crave your presence. Being around you makes me feel alive, makes me feel like a new person. I feel the exact same way about you, Dougie.”

You had avoided his gaze until the last sentence came out of your mouth, but finally connecting your eyes with his, he looked at you like you hung the stars in the sky. There were truly no words that either of you could say to describe your connection with each other.

You felt him squeeze your hand, pulling you from your thoughts about him. 

“You ready to get out of here?” he smiles over at you.

///

You two decide to hang out at your apartment for the rest of the day. You’re sitting on the couch, snuggled into his side. It felt safe. You were safe. Dougie was rubbing circles on your hand with his thumb, humming sweet nothings to you. You always thought that your job would be what made you feel the most fulfilled. But, this, this was it. This was what you’d been searching for this whole time. 

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Thank you so much for reading!!! Do you guys want a part 2???

[emotionally-imbruised]

The first time i ever went on a date with my bf he purposely played yellow when we were in his car and we had our first kiss to that song, and looking back at it i cant stop imagining harry and yn in that scenario 🥺🥺 like imagine how perfect that would be with him omg

This is the cutest thing ever, and I’ve been freaking out about it since I first read it because I love Coldplay oml. This turned into one of the fluffiest things I’ve ever written I think, and I’m sorry for using a different Coldplay song but ENJOY 💕

The Changing of Winds

“If you love someone, you should let them know…”

The rain falling from the sky outside has your full attention as you watch it softly hit the passenger side window of the car in a calming manner, its downfall becoming steadier as the drive to your apartment shortens with each passing second.

Beside you in the driver’s seat, Harry observes your state of contentment with a small smile on his face —moving his gaze back to the road in from but making sure to send the odd glance your way from time to time. He’s feeling rather at peace himself, and just simply being here with you is making it that much better for him.  

Tonight, the two of you went on your first real date. To define real, this was a planned outing you went on together that didn’t consist of talking to each other loudly in a crowded, not so private, coffee shop like you had numerous times before. It wasn't meeting up to go see a movie together, or even just casually chatting the other up over text message since you first met through a mutual friend a few months ago. This was the real deal, and it scared the hell out of both of you.

It was you who admitted to liking him first, which is what eventually led to this current point in time. The way a constant swarm of butterflies filled your stomach every time you and he were together reached the point of no return when you both were out with a group of friends for dinner about a month ago, and it was all downhill from there… For you, at least.

While at dinner that night, your friend made a comment of how weird you were acting since the moment Harry sat down in the seat next to you. You even gave her the look. The silent plea for her to shut the hell up. But, it was unsuccessful and resulted in you dragging her away from the table to the hallway by that lead to the washrooms; hoping to get the enormous weight you felt since first making eye contact with Harry once he entered the restaurant, off your chest and to finally speak your feelings into existence.

To say your friend was overly ecstatic about your news would have been an understatement. She was the one who introduced you and Harry in the first place, and hearing this made her squeal in delight. Admitting your feelings made you feel pretty damn good as well. However, it was short-lived when the small creak of a loose wooden floorboard sounded from behind you and you immediately spun around to see Harry awkwardly shifting his weight from one foot to the other — not making eye contact with you or your friend, and leaving you to know right away that he had heard everything you just said.

The days after that were odd, to say the least. You and Harry hadn’t texted, which you hated because it had become such a routine for you since meeting him and things stayed awkward for the entire weekend. On the Tuesday morning following the night of your admittance, you went to the coffee shop like you tended to do with Harry each week. It was weird not messaging him about meeting up, but it was something you still felt like doing anyway even if it was alone. What you weren’t expecting when you walked into the shop, however, was to see Harry sitting in the back booth with a goofy grin on his face while he sipped his latte and had a steaming mug of your order sat across from him.

Just seeing him like that made you forget about embarrassing yourself all together as your feet mindlessly led you to the booth, a very similar grin on your lips as you went. The two of you chatted for what seemed like hours and just before you were ready to part ways, he addressed the elephant in the room. He touched on the subject of you liking him so subtly and considerately, you didn’t feel the slightest bit of embarrassment because before you even had the chance to consider those thoughts, he was admitting that he felt the same way.

An instant wave of shock and relief washed over you, but at the same time, one prominent thought plagued your mind. What now? It was as though he read your mind, quickly suggesting that the two of you not change a thing about your current prediction until you both were ready. The two of you could continue getting coffee every Tuesday, going to see movies you were both excited about and going back to texting each other… as friends, which you were more than ok with. But as the weeks went on, your feelings grew stronger and so did his; which led to him officially asking you out, and to you agreeing without any hesitation.

The date he planned out for the two of you was nothing short of magical. It started with a friendly (competitive) game of mini-golf. One that consisted of him trying to show off his skills, but resulted in him sulking in defeat as you somehow managed to get quite a few holes in one while he was unable to get the stupid ball over the stupid bridge without it falling into the small stream of water below. Dinner followed soon after, where you both talked about the things going on in each other’s lives; making sure to poke fun at certain things regarding your friends and just having an overall great time simply sitting and chatting together. You loved hearing his voice, and he adored the way small chuckles would leave your mouth each time he tried to impress you with one of his many dad jokes. Instead of going straight home once you were both done eating, he proposed that the two of you go for a walk in the park across the street; to which you agreed quicker than you intended, really not wanting this night to end in the slightest bit.

You walked side by side in comfortable silence, admiring the way lights and sounds from the city surrounded the park, but right here, the two of you were in your own peaceful little bubble. You enjoyed his presence already, but this brought it to a whole new level.

It was as the two of you were walking over a small footbridge that Harry gently, but hesitantly, linked his hand with yours. The gesture caught you off guard at first but soon caused the biggest grin on your mouth to form as you looked up at him and gave his hand a small squeeze. A few moments later, thunder rumbled from the sky above; soon followed by a flash of lightning and the eventual downpour of rain.

“Guess we should head back now, yeah?” He muttered while shrugging off his jacket to wrap around your already shivering figure.

“Harry,” you protested. “You’re going to freeze.”

“I’ll live.” He replied smoothly before reaching out to hold your hand again just as you both broke out into a sprint to get back to his car so you wouldn’t get too soaked.

A smile dances across your lips as you think about how perfect this night was. Even though the rain dampened the mood a little bit, you were completely content with how it played out. As a few more moments pass, you let yourself sink into the heated leather seats of his car — watching the rainfall from outside and feeling extremely pleased just by being near him. You still have his jacket wrapped around your shoulders, sighing pleasantly as his scent consumes you and before you know it; he’s turning onto your road.

The unwelcome feeling of dread enters its way into your body at the thought of your little date night coming to an end, your smile melting into a frown as the car comes to a stop right outside of your apartment building. You don’t make eye contact with him as you awkwardly look down at your hands resting in your lap, finding them very interesting all of a sudden. The only sounds that can be heard are an Eagles song softly playing from the stereo, and the rain outside. You really don’t want to leave, but he isn’t making a move for you to stay, so you take that as a hint that maybe you should get going. “Uhm, thank you for tonight.”

The sudden sound of your voice catches him off guard, and you can’t help but chuckle at the way he jumps slightly from it. “S’no problem. I uh, I had a really good time, Y/N.”

“I did too,” you smile, shyly tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear in an attempt to hide the very evident blush that is heating up your cheeks. Harry doesn’t say anything else but rather adverts his attention to the stereo as the last minute or so of the song continues playing from it. You take that as a cue to leave, shifting in your seat awkwardly as you move to open the car door.

“Wait, Y/N…” His voice surprises you, causing you to turn right back around to face him.

“Yeah?”

Your gaze locks with his, and you can swear you see the slightest tinge of a blush burning his cheeks as well; but as quick as it appears, it vanishes as he glances down at his hands. “I- we should do this again sometime. Well, only if you want too.”

“I’d love that,” you tell him honestly. His face lights up at your words but is soon replaced with an unreadable expression — one that seemed like he was having an internal conflict of some sort. Another moment passes, and you decide that you will actually get out of the car now to go inside. A sudden wave of confidence crashes into you and causes you to lean over and place a soft peck onto his cheek before pulling away and opening the passenger side door to climb out of. “Goodnight, Harry.”

With a smug grin at his shocked expression, you shut the door and start making way to the staircase leading to your apartment building. You’ve only made it a few steps when suddenly an all too familiar piano riff starts playing from the speakers of his car, causing you to stop in your tracks as Harry obnoxiously cranks the volume to its maximum. Chris Martin’s distinctive voice begins singing the lyrics of Everglow, a Coldplay song you and Harry have expressed an immense amount of love for on multiple occasions; and you find yourself turning around to shake your head at Harry and his antics.

However, before you can express your disapproval, your actions halt at the sight of Harry climbing out of the car and rushing over to you. Your eyes widen at the way he just leaves the door open in the pouring rain and lets the music fill your quiet street, becoming anxious at the thought of your neighbours climbing out of bed to see what all the commotion is about. “Harry, what’re you-.”

“I forgot something,” he cuts you off, and you look at him oddly.

You rake your mind for things he could’ve possibly forgotten and register that you’re still wearing his jacket, a small gasp leaving your mouth at the realization. “Oh! Your jacket, I’m sorry.”

“Not that,” he responds with a small laugh, your eyes immediately moving up to lock contact with his. “This.”

Without allowing you the chance to respond, he’s gently placing his hand on your cheek and leaning down to connect his lips with yours. The kiss surprises you, but you soon find yourself melting into how good his lips feel pressed against yours as you mindlessly wrap your arms around the back of his neck; tangling your hands into the curls at the nape of his neck as his arm snakes around your waist to pull you even closer. There’s no need for him to ask for permission to deepen the kiss, seeing as your already granting it and moaning at the electric feeling of his tongue softly dancing with yours.

After a few moments of making out in the rain, you pull away as a car drives by on the street, and you’re harshly brought back to reality. You bite nervously down on your lip as you consider your next move, coming to a quick conclusion as you feel him staring at you intently. “Would uhm, would you like to come inside?”

A huge grin stretches across his lips, and he sends you a quick nod before leaning down to catch your lips in another quick kiss. “I’d love that.”

A smile and blush stay evident on your face as you link your hand with his again and allow him to lead you back to his car to grab his keys and turn off the ignition just before the song can come to an end. As the two of you are walking back towards the building, you silently sing the rest of the tune as you lean against his arm and make your way up the stairs; loving the feeling of being this at peace with someone you really care about.

“Oh, the light that you left me will everglow.”

[helloalycia]

cute girl from the park // naomi scott

summary: after a little incident with a cute stranger at the park, things get a little awkward when you have to serve her at the café you work at.

warning/s: none.  

author's note: I have so many requests to get through and I literally keep getting distracted by video games lol sorry I'm trying

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          "He won't know it's us."

         "I know, but-"

         "But what? It'll be awesome! C'mon, he deserves a lot worse," I exclaimed excitedly to my best friend, Y/BF/N.

         She seemed reluctant still, but she said, "Fine. Make it quick."

         I grinned excitedly and pulled her so we were both ducking down behind a bush in the park. We'd spotted her ex whilst we were walking about when I had the genius idea to throw a water balloon at him. It was merely harmless fun for us, plus he deserved that and much worse for breaking up with Y/BF/N over text.

         "I still can't believe you stole a little kid's water balloon...," Y/BF/N mumbled as I closed one eye to line up my throwing arm.

         "He had a whole bag full," I defended myself, seeing her ex coming into sight. "Now, shush. I need to concentrate."

         "Yeah, yeah..."

         I could see him stood there on his phone, one foot on his skateboard as he paused to text. I bit my lip to contain my excitement before finally throwing the water balloon with all my strength. Y/BF/N and I watched it soar through the air, over some locals who were having picnics, expecting it to hit him.

         Except it didn't.

         At the last second, he skateboarded away and the balloon burst onto some innocent bystander eating an ice cream, which was now all over her shirt.

         "Oh my god, Y/N."

         "Shit," I cursed, eyes widening as I looked to Y/BF/N.

         "Hey, you threw it!" she yelled at me, before standing up and pulling me up with her. "Go and apologise!"

         "Apologise," I said, nodding frantically, "yeah."

         I looked back to the poor girl and immediately raced over to her. Some people around us were looking to her with confusion - some pitying her and others laughing at her dismay. I felt guilty as I approached her, noticing her red face.

         "Oh my god, I'm so sorry about that!" I got out, earning her attention. "I didn't mean to throw that at you, honestly! I- er- I-" But I didn't know what to say because the dark-haired stranger was glaring furiously at me and I cowered away in fear.

         Without uttering a word, she clenched her jaw and turned around, marching away. I noticed her clenched fists and breathed a sigh of relief that she didn't punch me, but I still felt really bad.

         "I'm really sorry!" I yelled to her, but she was long gone now.

         I shook my head with dismay and sighed at my own stupidity.

         "This is why I didn't want to do that," Y/BF/N said from behind me.

         "It wasn't supposed to hit her...," I mumbled, frowning. "She was cute, too, damn."

         "Never mind. At least you won't see her again," she said with relief, before leading me away, rolling her eyes.

***

         I wiped down the coffee machine and moved onto tidying up the baked goods in the display. The café I worked for wasn't too busy at the moment, since peak time was over, so I was stuck trying to pass time by doing whatever pointless tasks I could find. When I heard the bell ring by the front door, I was glad to actually have a customer to serve and immediately went to the till with a friendly smile on my face.

         "Holy shitcakes," I said when I came to face with the cute girl from the park.

         She looked away from her friend who she was talking to and met my eyes, only to widen them with surprise, soon to be replaced by anger. I knew it was her from earlier because despite being dry now, her shirt had a giant ice cream stain on it. Plus she had the same infuriated glare directed my way.

         "What's the matter- woah!" her friend began to speak, before being dragged away by her, trying to leave.

         "No, wait, please!" I called, before running out from the till and stopping in front of them both. I looked to the dark-haired girl and said, "Please, I'm so sorry for earlier and you can totally hate me, but you don't need to leave."

         "Naomi, what's going on?" her friend spoke, looking to her.

         Hm. So her name was Naomi. Nice.

         Naomi sighed, jaw tense as she looked between her friend and me. "This is the idiot who hit me with the water balloon earlier."

         I raised my eyebrows when I heard her speak, definitely not expecting her to have an accent. She just got ten times more attractive, if possible.

         "Woah, you're British, that's so cool," I blurted out, before adding, "unless you're Australian, which is also cool. I usually get the two confused because they sound so similar, but-"

         "I'm leaving," Naomi interrupted, about to make a move, but I stopped her.

         "No, wait, sorry, sorry," I said, a little embarrassed. "You should stay. I'll give you guys some drinks from the menu. Your choice, on the house. As an apology."

         "We don't want that," she was quick to respond, her mannerisms calm, but her eyes were seriously intimidating.

         "Speak for yourself," her friend said, before smiling at me. "Any drink off the menu, you say?"

         I suppressed a smile and nodded. "Yeah."

         "Awesome, we're definitely staying," she said, before tugging on Naomi's arm. "You can't say no to a free drink, Naomi, geez."

         Naomi sighed and rolled her eyes, but allowed her friend to drag her to a booth by the window. It was only them in the café since the lunch period was over, so I gave them a few minutes to choose a drink before approaching their table with a sheepish smile on my face, still a little nervous to be around the girl who was clearly still very pissed off at me.

         "You guys picked your drinks yet?" I asked, rocking on my feet nervously.

         "Yes," her friend spoke first, "please can I have an iced caramel latte?"

         "Sure," I said, before glancing at Naomi, who was picking at her nails and avoiding my eyes. "Anything for you?"

         "No, thank you."

         I pursed my lips, hoping she would have forgiven me now. I'd already apologised. I was offering her a free drink. What more could I do?

         "Just get her a strawberry milkshake," her friend said, ordering for her.

         "Strawberry milkshake and an iced caramel latte, got it," I repeated.

         "Thanks... Y/N," her friend said, reading my name tag.

         I smiled once more before leaving to make the drinks. As I was doing so, I saw the two girls talking between each other. With all of the stares and hushed whispers, I was sure they were talking about me. Or arguing. One or the other.

         "It's pretty quiet today," I heard my boss say, and I looked up from the blender to see him walking in from the back to grab a clipboard from the till. "You good out here?"

         "Aren't I always?" I teased with a smile, as I finished prepping their drinks.

         I pulled out a marker and began to write 'I'm sorry for being an idiot' on one of the cups when my boss chuckled.

         "Do you know them girls or something?" he asked, obviously having read the cup.

         I avoided his eyes out of embarrassment. "I kind of threw a water balloon at the one with the black hair. And she hates me, so I'm trying to be nice."

         "Why am I not surprised?" he said, shaking his head judgementally.

         "Yeah, yeah, don't you have stock to check or something?" I said knowingly, trying to get out of this conversation. Thankfully, he was a family friend as well as my boss, so he wouldn't fire me for being snippy.

         "Good luck," he laughed, before heading into the back again.

         I rolled my eyed and filled their cups with their drinks before setting them on a tray, along with some chocolate chip cookies. I headed to their booth and set the tray down, noticing how their chatter fell silent as soon as I was within hearing distance. Okay, I was definitely being talked about.

         "Here you go," I said with a smile, watching as her friend grabbed her iced latte but Naomi remained still. I looked to her and said, "Er, I just wanted to say sorry again. I actually wasn't aiming for you. It's stupid, but I was trying to throw the balloon at my friend's ex boyfriend. He kinda moved though and you got hit, but yeah. Just, erm, sorry..."

         She glanced at me before looking to her friend, who was watching her knowingly. Naomi finally sighed and took the drink, noticing the message written on the cup.

         "You do realise if you don't forgive her, I'm just gonna keep dragging you back here to get lunch until you do," her friend said, raising an eyebrow.

         I stifled a smile as Naomi glared at her friend before looking up to me with a softened gaze.

         "Thank you for the drink, and the many apologies," she spoke gently, before offering a small smile, making my heart flutter a little. She had a really pretty smile.

         "N-no problem," I got out, internally cringing at my damn stutter. Damn pretty girls and their stupid pretty smiles. Clearing my throat, I added, "Enjoy your drinks. If you need anything else, just let me know."

         Before I could do something stupid, I left them both to themselves as I went to clear around the counter to busy myself. But I'd be lying to myself if I said I didn't look up every now and then to sneak a glance at the pretty Brit.

         To my surprise, every time I looked up, she was already looking back.

[katecarteir]

LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING [SOMETHING ABOUT YOURSELF]

chapters: 3 of 5 pairing: eddie kaspbrak/richie tozier (reddie)   summary:  eddie kaspbrak runs an advice blog online, and he finds that maybe he’s starting to develop feelings for the cute, regular anon he gets gushing about their crush. meanwhile, richie tozier opens up his heart about falling in love to an anonymous advice blogger.

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purple heart: I TOOK YOUR ADVICE AND THEN IMPULSE KISSED HIM AND I THOUGHT ID FUCKED UP EVERYTHING BUT THEN HE SAID IT WAS OKAY AND HE KISSED ME BEFORE I LEFT AND WE’RE HANGING OUT TONIGHT OMG DO I HAVE A BF

purple heart: holy shit i think i might have the cutest little boyfriend in the whole world how did i end up being the luckiest guy alive thank you sm your a god send to my life

purple heart: hey. i know you haven’t really been answering my messages lately idk if they’ve been being eaten or if they’re being buried in your ask or whatever. but im probably going to keep sending you messages because its the best place i can talk about my bf without my room mate yelling at me

purple heart: i think i might be in love, but i dont know if im ready to say that outloud, but ill say it to you. it doesnt feel so scary to tell you.

Ever since he and Richie had made their relationship official, just a short two weeks earlier, Eddie had short of let his advice blog slip from his mind. He and Richie had been crashing at one another’s house more often that not through these two weeks, and though they hadn’t moved any further some heated making out, Eddie had gotten pretty used to having Richie wrapping around him every night.

Richie grunted, pressing angrily at the keys on his Xbox remote. Eddie shifted so he was laying on his side, staring up at his boyfriend. He sighed happily, he didn’t think he’d ever get tired of even just mentally referring to Richie Tozier as his boyfriend. He’d been waiting for this longer than he’d even known. He’d wanted to be with Richie long before he’d finally admitted it to himself.

“Richie...” Eddie hummed, sliding his hand out to brush across Richie’s stomach. “Did I tell you that Mike is moving in with Bill?”

Richie hummed, clicking frantically at the X button, holding the remote up higher as though it would help his game skill. Eddie pushed Richie’s T-shirt up, kissing lightly at his boyfriend’s stomach. He glanced up at Richie through his lashes, seeing Richie’s half smirk settle on his face.

“You’re way hornier than I ever imagined you would be, Eds.” Richie chuckled, lowering his controller. Eddie could tell he’d won over Richie’s attention when Richie’s fingers began to slow their actions. Eddie sucked a just below Richie’s belly button, and he grinned in victory when he felt Richie’s fingers running through his hair.

Eddie rested his head on Richie’s stomach, grinning cheekily up at him. “Hi.”

One of Richie’s hands came down from Eddie’s hair to stroke at his cheek lightly. “Hey. Are you upset that Mike is moving out?”

“Awe, he does listen!” Eddie crawled up Richie’s body and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. Richie let out a small, happy hum against his lips and pulled Eddie more properly flush against his body. When Eddie pulled back, he noticed the genuine concern in his boyfriend’s eyes. He sighed and rested against him. “I’m not sad that Mike is moving out. I’m going to miss having him as a room mate- and I wished he hadn’t fallen in love with- but I’m still probably going to see him a hundred times a day. It’s not like he’ll be going half away across the country, he’s just moving two blocks. But I guess I’ll be a little lonely here by myself.”

Richie rubbed at the back of Eddie’s neck, something he’d always done that Eddie hadn’t realized until recently was so domestic. Eddie pressed three quick kisses just under Richie’s chin, making the other men squirm and stifle a giggle. “Well, I won’t be lonely here, Eds. You know I’m going to be over all the time.”

“Do you want to move in?” Eddie mumbled against Richie’s neck, still mouthing at the skin mindlessly, barely aware of what he’d asked until he noticed Richie go stiff underneath him. Eddie immediately felt himself begin to panic. He rolled off of Richie and stared up at the ceiling.

“Do you...” Richie cleared his throat. “Do you want to take that question back?”

Eddie thought on it. He and Richie hadn’t been dating very long at all, but they’d been friends for years. Eddie probably would’ve asked Richie to move in if Mike moved out, whether they were in a relationship or not. “I mean... You don’t have to move in as my boyfriend. You could just move in as Richie. I have two bedrooms, I don’t need an empty bedroom.”

Richie was quiet for so long that Eddie felt his mind begin to start spinning. “Though, I get if you don’t want to.  I mean... you have a house, and a room mate... I’d understand if you don’t want to leave Stan-”

Richie laughed. “I’m sure that Stan has been long waiting the day I tell him I’m moving out.”

Eddie made a little, sad noise, reaching out to rub at Richie’s arm. “Baby, that’s not true! Stan’s probably like.. platonically in love with you, or whatever.”

Richie chuckled, dragging an arm around Eddie’s shoulders and pressing a kiss to his head. “I know, I know.” Richie took a piece of the fabric of Eddie’s shirt between his fingers and fiddled with it. “Okay but, question. Are you asking me to move in right now because you want me to, or because you accidentally blurted it out and now you’re trying to cover your ass?”

Eddie had never lied to Richie before, and he wasn't going to start now. “Maybe a little bit of both. I’d love for you to move in, but I’m also trying to cover my ass.”

Richie laughed, squeezing Eddie. “Let’s be responsible adults for one second and maybe come back to this idea.”

Eddie hummed, nuzzling into Richie’s chest. He took hold of the Xbox controller and moved it onto the bedside table. Richie laughed again, rolling Eddie onto his back and pressing down against him. “Is that what all this was? Just some huge scheme to get my attention?”

Eddie hummed with a crinkly nosed smile, cupping the back of Richie’s head and pulling him down to press their lips together. Richie responded immediately, deepening the kiss and pressing their bodies together. Richie kissed the way he did most things; full of passion and incredibly enthusiastically. It never took long for Eddie to be unable to feel his legs.

But again, like most things in Richie’s life, he was very easily distracted. After just a few minutes of heavy kissing and wandering hands, Richie was pulling back with a wet noise and an innocent expression. “Do you want some Lemon Berry? Because I don’t know about you, but I could really fucking go for a blue raspberry slushie right now.”

Eddie couldn’t be annoyed for even a second, because as soon as Richie had said it- a slushie did should amazing right then. “Yes. But I want a cherry one.”

“Oh, fuck yeah.” Richie bounced off the bed, grabbing his hoodie off the back of Eddie’s desk and double checking for his wallet. “Don’t move. I’ll be right back, and then we’re making purple.”

“Oh my God, you’re a child.” Eddie laughed.

“You love me!” Richie called over his shoulder. He dashed out the door too quickly to notice the way Eddie’s breath caught in his throat and his face turned bright red. He pressed himself further into the bed and felt his heart racing. Did he love Richie?

Well, that was a stupid question. Richie had been one of the closest people to Eddie for the last two years, of course he loved him. Which was obviously what Richie had meant by his comment just then. A simple love, not... in love, love. But was Eddie in love? He couldn’t help but recall the excitement he’d felt when he’d read Richie’s purple heart anonymous message on his blog, saying that he thought he was in love. He’d been half waiting for Richie to tell him, but he’d never truly thought about what he would say in return. Was he in love with Richie?

He wasn’t sure how long he’d been sitting in his bed and dwelling, but soon Richie was skipping back into the room with a slushie in each hand. He had a cut on the side of his face from where he’d nicked himself shaving, and Eddie’s heart started tumbling inside his chest.

“I do.” Eddie said then, swallowing roughly and accepting the bright red drink from Richie’s hand.

“You do what?” Richie asked, crinkling his brow. Eddie flushed, because of course Richie hadn’t spent his entire trip to Lemon Berry dwelling on a passing joke he’d made. Eddie cleared his throat.

“I love you.”

Richie blinked at him three times, then dropped his eyes down to Eddie’s drink. “Hurry up and drink that.”

Eddie frowned. “What? Richie, I said-”

“I heard you.” Richie said firmly, nodding and starting to grin. “I love you, too. Now drink that stupid drink because I really wanna have purple tongues and harass Stan with the pictures.”

Eddie laughed and then drank until he got a brain freeze.

[badstoriesaboutgoodpeople]

Amnesia

AN: Hey! This is the first fanfic I’ve written in years, so please be nice to me lol. It’s based on the song Amnesia by 5sos, basically I wrote about Tyler breaking up with his girlfriend to move to Dallas, and of course I also wrote their eventual reunion. It’s really cheesy and I kinda hate it, but that’s ok. I hope you guys enjoy it because I read a lot of fanfics and I know how frustrating it is to read poorly written/boring work. Also I know I said this was going up on the 8th but I didn’t really want to wait because I have my Jujhar Khaira fic to post, I just posted something about PLD on my ao3, I’m in the middle of writing another fic about Tyler, and I have fics planned for draisaitl and mcdavid.

Warnings: none really, it’s sad for a bit but then it’s fluffy

You got home from work to find Tyler sitting on your couch, which wasn't an uncommon sight. You'd given him a key to your apartment when you'd moved in, and he'd often come over to watch movies after a game, or come help you make dinner when he had nothing better to do. You’d been dating for a few years, you got together before his NHL debut. What was uncommon about seeing him sitting there were the tears on his face.

"Tyler, what's wrong?" you asked, placing your purse on the ground and kicking off your heels before walking over to sit next to him on the couch. He didn't respond, he merely buried his face in your neck and continued crying.

"Ty, hun, tell me what has you so upset."

"I'm leaving."

"What do you mean you're leaving Ty, what's going on?"

"I got traded Y/N, I'm moving to Dallas."You sat there stunned, not knowing how to respond. You felt your eyes water at the thought of being without him, but you knew you couldn't let yourself be upset right now, Ty needed you to be strong. You feel his arms squeeze you tighter, and you were forced back to reality.

"What are we gonna do Y/N, you just got a promotion, you can't leave."

"We can try to make it work Ty..... we can Skype every night?" you offered, knowing this wasn't a solution, but not wanting to think about the reality of what would likely end up happening to your relationship.

"Y/N..... you know how busy I'll be, there's no way we would be able to make that work," Ty said while sniffling.

"I know, I just can't imagine being without you Ty. I'm happy for you though, maybe a fresh start will be good for you. You're a great player, Dallas is lucky to have you."

You spent the rest of the night in each other's arms, fearing what would happen once you let go.

Three Years Later

You were driving home from work one day, and you passed the restaurant Tyler and you used to frequent after he'd won a game, remembering the nights you spent there together with the rest of his team celebrating.

I thought about our last kiss, how it felt, the way you tasted

You thought back to the last time you kissed Tyler, in the airport before his flight to Dallas. He tasted like his favourite peppermint gum, and his lips felt soft and familiar against yours. You had agreed to break up before he left and he got a girlfriend shortly after his arrival, so the few times you'd been able to make it to Dallas to visit him, you weren't able to kiss him, and it's something you missed dearly.

Even though your friends tell me you're doing fine, are you somewhere feeling lonely when though she's right beside you?

You had made friends with some of Tyler's teammates the few times you'd travelled to Dallas, and you made a point to text Jaime regularly to make sure Tyler was doing alright. You still talk to Ty, but knowing him he won't tell you if anything is wrong. You still wonder if he's hiding something, but you have to tell myself there's nothing else you can do.

If what we had was real, how could you be fine? 'Cause I'm not fine at all

You haven't been able to find a date since Tyler left, knowing nobody would be able to fill the void that Ty left. It wouldn't be fair to date someone when you’re still pining after your first love who now lives almost 2,000 miles away. You tried dating apps and even blind dates set up by your friends, but they all fell short compared to what you'd had with Ty. You still wonder how he managed to find someone just months after moving to Dallas, how he was able to get over the years you had together so quickly.

I wish that I could wake up with amnesia, and forget about the stupid little things, like the way it felt to fall asleep next to you.

The first few months of sleeping alone had been torture. You'd become so used to falling asleep next to him that you found it impossible to sleep without him. No amount of pillows could replicate the feeling of him next to you, snoring quietly and occasionally mumbling in his sleep. You would often lay awake at night wondering what your life would be like if you had fought harder to keep him with you. You think about what would've happened if you'd quit your job and moved to Dallas with him. Truthfully you still do think about it, when you can't sleep or when you sit alone at my desk at work eating lunch.

October

One day your boss called you into his office, with a proposal. He told you they're planning on opening a new location in the south, and that they'd love to have you there working for them. You swore you misheard him because it sounded like he just said it will be in Dallas. You immediately took the offer, willing to take any opportunity you had to get closer to Tyler after three years without him in your life. You pulled out your phone to text Jaime once you returned to your desk.

Y/N: hey uh weird question but do u know if ty is single rn?

J: he's painfully single, he complains about it every chance he gets

Y/N: on a scale from 1-10 how happy do u think he'd be if he found out I'm moving to dallas for work

J: probably a 10 tbh, he misses you more than he'd like to admit

Y/N: I'm planning on surprising him will u help me? make sure he doesn't find out I'm moving!!

J: will do, look forward to seeing ur stupid face again

You also texted Ty, and begin laying the foundation for your surprise.

Y/N: hey ty, i know i said id try to make it to dallas for ur bday but I'm getting really busy at work rn :( my boss says it doesn't look like ill be able to get time off until march. i promise ill come down then, I'm really sorry i won't be there for ur bday

T:Hey! No worries Y/N, I understand. I look forward to seeing you in march :)

January 28th

You arrived in Dallas two weeks ago, and avoiding Ty had been pure agony. You met up with Jaime and a few of the other guys for dinner, getting all the updates on their lives and Tyler's. You found out he has three dogs now, and you must say you're not surprised. Tyler and you were going to adopt a puppy but then he got traded, and you knew it was only a matter of time before he finally got one. You decide to text him to put the finishing touches on your surprise.

Y/N: hey stranger!! I sent u a bday gift, it should hopefully arrive sometime soon :D

T: aw thx, you know you didn't have to get me anything

Y/N: hey, i had to make up for missing ur bday somehow. I hope you like it!

T: ill love anything you picked out for me :)

Y/N: oh shut up XD

You decided his "gift" is going to arrive on the 30th, considering you wanted to be with him on his birthday, plus you didn't know how much longer you could wait to see him. You texted Jaime and tell him to make sure Tyler doesn't have any plans that day, and you went to  buy some balloons. You bought some green and white ones for Dallas, and some yellow and black just for good measure. You squished them in my car and drive back to your apartment buzzing with excitement.

January 30th

You woke up an hour before your alarm was set, unable to contain your excitement. It was only 8AM, but you decided to text Tyler to let him know his "gift" would be arriving soon.

Y/N:hey ty, just checked the tracking and it says ur gift should arrive this afternoon

T:ooooh any hints?

Y/N:no!! be paaaaaaatient

T: but that's no fun :(

You smiled as you set your phone down and began to get ready. As 1PM rolled around you could hardly contain your excitement anymore. You still felt a slight bit of anxiety, worrying Tyler won't be as happy to see you as you were hoping he'd be. You heard your phone buzz, and see a text from Jaime.

J: hurry up and go take back your bf, if i have to hear him bitch about being lonely one more time i s2g ill scoop my own brain out w a spoon

Y/N:stop being so dramatic I'm just about to leave

You gathered the balloons and the gift bag containing some snacks from back home in Boston, a card from all his friends, and a nice watch you'd picked out for him. You glanced at yourself in the mirror and took a deep breath as you walked out the door of your apartment.

You soon find yourself in his driveway, and you could barely contain yourself as you got the balloons out. You slowly walked up to the door, unable to believe what you were about to do. You knocked loudly, and heard a dog begin to bark.

You heard a familiar voice shout, "Gerry! Be quiet! It's just the mailman for god's sake," and hear footsteps approaching.

You felt a huge smile form on your face as Tyler opened the door and was greeted with a face all of balloons.

"Surprise!" you yelled, feeling what you assume was Gerry jumping all over you.

".......Y/N? What are you doing here? I thought you couldn't get time off?" Tyler said in disbelief, and you felt two strong arms wrap around your shoulders and squeeze you tight.

"That may have been a lie...." you said sheepishly, handing him the balloons and gift bag. He looked so much different than the scrawny boy that left Boston, now sporting a full beard and tattooed arms. You took a moment to savour being around him again, before he ushered you inside.

"So how are you? I feel like I haven't talked to you in forever?" you asked, sitting down on a large couch in his well decorated family room.

"You literally texted me this morning," he replied, sitting beside you while the other two dogs attempted to climb over him to come say hi.

"Don't be a smartass, you know what I mean. We haven't had a proper conversation since before the season started."

"Things have been great. I love it here, the weather is so much better than Boston. The guys here are awesome, the chemistry we have as a team is amazing. I still miss home though, those guys will always be my family. I miss you too, you know. I tried to replace you but I just couldn't. Hell, I bought three dogs and even that didn't work. You're clearly pretty special Y/N, if even three cute labs can't replace you," said Tyler, with a hint of sadness in his eyes. It hit you then that you had to tell him you weren’t leaving, that you could finally be together again.

"Hey, you gotta open your present, I traveled a long way to deliver it personally," you joked, handing him the gift bag. You watched his eyes light up as he saw the snacks, and a large smile form when he read what his former teammates wrote for him. You told him you can return the watch if he doesn't like it, but he insisted he loves it. You laid on the couch for a bit, and you could tell he wanted to get closer to you but won't.

After a while he asked, "Hey Y/N, how long are you in town for?"

"Well I was gonna wait to give you the last bit of your surprise but since you asked I guess I can tell you. I moved here, Ty. I've been here for two weeks. The company is opening a location here and they wanted me to come work here. Once they told me it was in Dallas I couldn't resist."

You watched a look of realization develop on his face, and the next thing you knew his lips were against yours. They were just as soft as you remembered them, and he still tasted like peppermint. Without saying a word you felt him pick you up.

"Tyler what are you doing?!" I shriek as he begins walking somewhere.

"Making up for the three years I spent without you," he explains as he carried you down the hall towards his bedroom.

[hoshalicious]

sugar daddy!wonwoo

now this one is a quiet one

like he’ll look absolutely stunning with the way he makes his hair look good and keeping his skin look nice but the only people he only talks to is maybe mingyu and jihoon

i can literally see him as like,,a sugar daddy who is also a bookworm like y’all can’t even deny me on this

we all know he likes books

sO

since he likes to read, he doesn’t really like to associate or socialize with other people, in which, of course, doesn’t have a lot of friends, especially middle and halfway through high school.

he’s a rich boy™ but no one knows until like,,his last year of high school

and here’s why

so his father is a neurologist and somewhat he wanted to follow his footsteps

and we all know they make a shit ton of money

so his father insisted to not tell anyone about their financial status or else he won’t make any loyal and trustworthy friends

the only friends his father trusts are mingyu and jihoon since they’re rich too though they go to a public school

ok but aNyWaYs

you and wonwoo met being high school sweethearts throughout your 2nd year, and 3rd/last year of high school

when you moved from ilsan to seoul, he didn’t pay attention much to any new students

but when you told him about the books he has read, that’s when he started talking to you

everyone knew he only talks with jihoon in his class, but talking to someone else?? RARE

bUT CUTE

he had a crush on you eventually during the spring when he saw you in your street clothes in a store once

i mean he knew you were a sweet person who also loves to read but holy shit you looked beautiful in his own two eyes !!

he’s actually glad and maybe even grateful that he has your number 

and now, ever since that, he started to make himself look nice during the break

and he never knew it will make him feel happy about himself though he lowkey did it just for you !!

you see the slight change in him the week after he saw you outside of school and you never knew you would be a whole lot more attracted in him

i mean like you liked him before, like you would become excited when he responds to your text

he texts you back immediately and you’re just,,ugh yess

but the boy just made himself look aTTRACTIVE

you wanted him come over to your house a few times, and actually agreed to visit !

it turned out that you only live with your older and only sister, who’s working in order to support you both

he really enjoyed being with you two, especially with you

iight so fast forward to summer break

you and wonwoo were inseparable and you had wondered why tf you had not gone over to his house

he actually did ask you one day and you were excited to meet his family since he met your sister

but lmfao wOW you didn’t expect him to be rich like wtf

you went out with his family, shopping at that time and wonwoo decided to buy you so many things

clothes, makeup, everything !!

evEN BOOKS SKJFJF

you even decided to buy things for your sister too since you’ve been grateful that she works so much for you

shortly after throughout the year, you two became official

wonwoo’s father trusts you and you felt some kind of relief and happiness going throughout your mind

he helped you pay for your college since you both plan to study in the medical field, made savings with your sister, this man is a whole package

the only problem is that it make you feel like a selfish person that you’re letting him do everything for you

it made you feel bad and you confronted him, but he explained that you have nothing to worry about

he loves you with all of his heart, he explains that everything is okay

loving him is all he asks, and you felt so emoTIONAL

he once wanted to buy a house with you and your sister and have a room full of books

though your sister said she wanted to go to college as soon as you two graduate so she wouldn’t be as tired as she is now for minimum wage

you loved the idea and you hope that one day it will happen

you also want to wait for that moment of what the future holds for the both of you

you love him so much, and the same goes with him to you !!

he will not fucking hesitate to buy you anything you want

like he’ll buy you a better house for you to be near him and to live more securely

food

even more food he will buy

you would be coming home from college and he will order you food and i’m talking about like a FEAST

like if you’re in the mood for burgers, he will buy the fries, drinks, side dishes, condiments and probably even dessert that he’ll buy at the local grocery store

HE WANTS YOU WELL FED

every sinGLE time whenever you feel full, he’ll suggest for you to cuddle with him

and he’s PRETTY damn sure you would join

maybe even some classic video games #goals

sometimes mingyu and jihoon would do the same but sdkhfl not as much as ur bf

wonwoo is a different type of spender lmaoo

but anyways yea love wonwoo, his voice will send you to heaven and you won’t even regret it

trust m e

abi; november 27th, 2018

[roseycanvas-posts]

Long rant about a friend

I can’t believe I wanted to try and continue being friends with this person.

When we first met, the first thing she asked me was if I rp, She got me back on Skype and we rp’ed. She helped me out. She was nice. I made plans to visit her and she was part of the reason I got a job. I was happy.

I even bought her a 3DS game that she wanted. Hatsune Miku Project Mirai DX with all the AR cards and a wallet chain. She said she loved it and even cried. I never forgot that. And I started buying things that made me think of her and sent them to her. I have sent her at least 4 care packages. If you include the game.

She asks for my address shortly after I move. I think she’s sending a card or something. Just a thank you card for the Miku game. Some time later she asks again. I give it to her and ask why she needs it as it’s also on the packages I sent her as the return address.She says she’s sending a care package.

I was so happy to hear that. She saw thinks and thought I would like them and wanted to share. I was happy that I was going to get things and I knew I would think of her every time I looked at them. She was going to send it as soon as she got “one last thing.”

That was, at most, 3 years ago. And I started noticing some changes.

Every time I suggested an rp, she would say no, or change it until it was something she wanted and I hated. I wanted to do one rp without our OCs, but she accused me of hating OCs. So I never brought it up again. She got me to make OCs for Seraph of the End (Benihime Yukimachi, who I love), Black Clover (don’t remember, more in a bit), DC animated (meh), and Voltron (she could have been better). She drew them, which I loved and will never forget and I still have some that I was able to save when my computer died.

She forced me into rp’s. Like Black Clover. She ordered me to watch it and I even got the manga, volume one only (I usually get volume one AND two when I get any manga). I just didn’t like it and she acted like I commited the greatest sin: Having an opinion. It made me feel so guilty that I watched a couple of clips to learn a few characters and agreed to the rp.

She didn’t let me have much control during any rp. Every time I tried to add something without telling her, she was either tell me to delete it or act like it never happened. So many of our rps ended at the climax or just before. I was rarely satisfied in them. My reference is like when I’m reading a book.

When things were still on the good side and I worked full time, I worked on a drawing present for her. She drew my OCs so I wanted to draw hers and even send her a copy. Her characters were twins from after Yu-Gi-Oh Zexal. One was half Barian and the other was half Astral Being. So, naturally, I draw them in their non-human forms. I got excited and told her. She yelled at me.

She said that I couldn’t draw their other forms until she did. So she was going to draw them in their Barian and Astral forms, but ended up just doing the dresses. So I continued to draw, but she yelled at me when I gave her the update. So I stopped working on it completely. and it was weeks until I started drawing again.

She also insulted one of my characters. Even called her over powered because she was part Barian, part Astral Being, and part Human. I explained that she was the living embodiment of the treaty that keeps them from going to war again. She had me get rid of her Astral Being part and her powers of appearing older or younger. Older I understand, but I liked her appearing younger when she wanted. 

I agreed to this under the condition that her Zexal character wouldn’t remember that she’s a Barian with a past like and her magic was limited. She still ended up being over powered and saved the day. Like always. My character, who was human, was never allowed to be a star. And these feels found their way into the rps.

Beru, my character, would always (at my request) be kidnapped by the barians and would join them, either by brainwashing or becoming a barian. I even came up with a story for why she becomes a barian (she was suppose to be one, but things got messed up and she’s human) which my friend rejected. 

Beru would also show signs of trying to one-up my friends OC, who I’m going to call R. R was amazing at cooking and even used a real oven before she was 7. Beru was only allowed to use an Easy Bake Oven and, later in life, worked hard to make food better than R’s food. Then R comes back and cooks with Beru. R’s food is still better. R even has a job while Beru goes to night school. Beru worked to get her crush to notice her, but R strikes up a conversation and it seems Beru’s crush might like R. 

Benihime had similar story. Benihime loved Kureto, but he only had eyes for A (my friend’s Seraph OC). Benihime did everything to get Kureto’s attention, but was told she didn’t matter and she might as well die (that last one we did once, but it’s in my OC’s story even before we rp’ed it). The only thing she was allowed to have was an abandoned village and a vampire lover that got her in more trouble. While A got the man she loved artificial-feeling worries. Even a kid she never had to worry about. Benihime got a half vampire kid (Daishi, I think. It’s been a while) and was worried that he would stop ageing for the first 10 years of his life.

And every time I tried to bring this up, nothing. I call to explain: “No, I don’t like that. That’s not nice.” Basically, she wanted very little drama and only sunshine and rainbows.

I won’t forget all the fun I had with hayabusanonamae and I hope she’s willing to listen when she’s done being mad at me when I tried to tell her I was under so much stress and couldn’t pay as much attention to her (with my bf DYING and all) but she’s blocked me. So she doesn’t want to talk in the slightest. So, all I can hope for is that she gets a good paying job when she’s done with college. 

[beautyindisguise00]

What were you doing at 9:30 last night?

Saturday night September 8, 2018 10:40pm

Tonight the last person you kissed calls you and tells you he wants you what do you say? “yeah babe, I want you too but are you drunk?” hahaha. he’s at his brother’s bachelor’s party this weekend and we haven’t talked in a while. I told him he can’t drunk call me. lol Who was the last person to drive you somewhere? uhhh, hard to recall since I drive myself everywhere all the time now but probably one of my siblings When was the last time you cried? a few days ago. after my boyfriend’s volleyball tournament. it was small but mostly an angry cry. hahaha Are you texting the last male you cuddled with? no, because he’s hanging out with the guys this weekend

When was the last time you totally broke down? when my grandma passed away.

If you could have one thing right now what would it be? money. Has a friendship ended recently that you wish had not? not really. Recently kissed anyone with the name starting with a L? hahaha. my boyfriend’s name is Lee so yes :) What will you be doing in the next 2 hours? watching tv to fall asleep What are you currently listening to? Mistresses

Are you angry with someone right now? nope Do you have any plans for the weekend? well it IS the weekend and my plans were to grocery shop and get things done with school and other things I was supposed to finish Has the last person you kissed ever took their shirt off in front of you? ohhh yeah Who were you with Friday? myself most of the night If the last person you kissed, saw you kissing someone else, would they be upset? beyond upset Are you missing someone? soooo much  Do you believe your ex cares about you? probs not. not in a bad way Are you wearing jeans, shorts, sweatpants, or pajama pants? a sweater and panties. it’s almost time for bed Do you want to say something to someone? babe, I hope youre having fun and call me soon because I miss you! Anybody you’re looking forward to seeing soon? family and friends Have you ever read an entire book in one day? nope. haha can’t do that Was yesterday fun? eh How fast does your mood change? depends really. but not too fast Would you ever get in the passenger seat of a car with someone who’s been drinking? of course not Do you really, truly miss someone right now? I miss my boyfriend so much. I just want him to give me a call good night

Have you ever had an alcoholic beverage? yes Do you ever feel like you just HAVE to sing out loud? for certain songs - yes Have you ever watched RuPaul’s Drag Race? If yes, what makes it enjoyable?  nope

Do you own a TV? If so, what do you watch on it? just bought my own tv; watch stuff on Netflix, hulu, and tv Do you have Netflix/ViaPlay/other similar online channel?:  Netflix and hulu Have you ever watched Nostalgia Critic or Nostalgia Chick?:  uh, I’ve never heard of it What is the strangest type of food you have eaten?:  I don’t really like to eat strange food so I don’t know What is the strangest type of candy you have eaten?:  nothing really What would be your most ideal profession?:  wedding planner or teacher :) What kind of rides do you enjoy the most at amusement parks?:  any that does not flip me upside down Have you tried those coloring books for adults?:  nope What is a topic you definitely don’t want to talk about with anyone?:  politics mainly because I am clueless about it all Someone is about to take your picture. How do you react? smile, pose or make a silly face Do you frequent any “funny pictures” site? If so, which one? uhm..nope. Do you wash your dishes by hand or do you have a dishwasher?:  by hand. Do you ever get a chance to stay home alone? If not, why not? a few times Are you/have you ever been engaged? If not, would you like to be one day?:  someday! :) Are you/have you ever been married? If not, would you like to be one day?:  again, someday! What makes a person ugly?:  A shitty personality. < Yep. <<< I agree. <<<<<lol this! What makes a person beautiful?:  someone who’s just nice :) What is the craziest hairstyle and color you’ve had?:  I don’t do anything crazy with my hair Is there a book that you are currently reading?:  currently, no Do you prefer an actual book or ebooks? Why?:  actual book! I like holding the book and turning actual pages What was your first gaming console? besides the ones my brothers had, I really wanted a wii Is there something you’re eagerly waiting for? What is it? being done with school Is there something you’d like to change about yourself? there’s a few things. Have you ever had a sunburn? Where on your body was it? nothing too bad. if anything, my nose Do you have or would you like to have a tattoo? If so, where? my cousins and I are thinking about getting a tat to remember our grandma What was the last present you gave someone? $100 Have you ever had a serious injury? nope, I’m very cautious especially when it comes to pain What’s under your bed?:  boxes What is something you’ve been meaning to get done but haven’t yet?:  studying for FORT Do you enjoy traveling? absolutely! Where do you carry the things you need with you when leaving the house?:  my purse or backpack On a daily basis, do you prefer to go by car or by bicycle? Why? car because the places I travel to are far Do you know your ancestry? a little bit but it’s so confusing Which hair color would you never want to have? full blonde What has been the most beautiful place you’ve visited? cave point or clearwater beach

Where was the very first kiss you had with the last person you kissed?  my freshman dorm room. on my bed :)

Are you texting anybody? I wish!

What were you doing at 9:30 last night?  something naughty with my boyfriend before he left to hang out with the guys for the weekend

Are you listening to music right now?  nope

Are you currently wanting any piercings or tattoos?  my cousin texted me about getting tats for my grandma recently

Has anyone seen you kiss the last person you kissed?  probably

Looking back, did you ever waste too much time on a someone that treated you badly?  I don’t think I wasted too much time but it helped me learn about how I should really be treated my others

If your doctor told you TODAY that you were pregnant, what would you say?  HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE?

Have you hugged someone within the last week?  yes

Are you a couple with the last person you kissed on the lips?  I am :)

What woke you up this morning? my alarm that I should have turned off.

What’s your relationship with the last person you texted?  sister

Did you cry at all today? nope!

Will your next kiss be a mistake?  most likely not

When is the next time you will kiss someone? probably in two weeks.

Are you older than the last person you kissed?  nope

When is the last time you consumed alcohol?  Monday night

What were you doing at midnight last night? watching tv

Have you ever been given flowers? yes

Can you honestly say that at this point in time you’re happy with the way things are? in a way, yes

What are you excited for?  graduating in the spring

Did anyone call you babe/baby today, who?  my boyfriend via text

Has anyone said they love you in the last week? the babe has

Last time you smiled?  today

Would life be the same without alcohol? for sure

Ever had sex in the bathroom?  nope

Who are you dating? my boyfriend

Who’s the last person you talked to about sex?  uhhhh, Kassie, my coworker

Have you ever sat in the back of a police car? nope

Are you stubborn?  ohhh yes

If you took a drug test right now, would you pass?  for sure

Who was the last person to be on a bed with you?  its been a while but my boyfriend

Do you tend to hold a grudge?  not really

Who is the last person that pissed you off?  don’t remember

What’s a fact about the last person that texted you?  she’s really good at singing

Would you date someone who was addicted to drugs?  no, I could not.

What was the last alcoholic beverage you drank?  mike’s hard lemonade – strawberry lemonade and then I took some weird shot

Do you care if people hate you for no reason?  yes

Who was the last person to play with your hair?  probably carter, kid from work

Who was the last person you kissed on the cheek?  kids from work

Would you ever get plastic surgery?  nope

Have you ever had so much to drink that you still felt drunk when you woke? not too often

Is there currently anyone else in the room with you? nope, just me

Have you ever tried a weird flavor of vodka? salted caramel is pretty good

What is the wallpaper on your phone? my boyfriend and I in florida

Why did you call the last person you called? to talk to him – my boyfriend

How many windows are in the room you’re in? just one

Do you have Facebook friends that you’ve never actually met? nope

When was the last time you had your photo taken professionally? high school for cheer season

How far from your house is the nearest supermarket? like 5ish minutes

If you could wake up and speak any language fluently, what would it be? I took French in high school but I’d say Spanish

Can you count your number of serious relationships on one hand? yes

How about number of sexual partners?  hahaha. I wouldn’t need my hands

Has anyone told you they missed you lately?  yesterday

Was yesterday better than today? sure

This time last year, were you single?  nope

Do any of your friends dislike each other? my boyfriend and best friend for a bit but now they’re good

What are you doing right now?  re-watching mistresses

Have you ever liked someone but were afraid to tell them? all the time

What happened at 9:00AM today? I was on my phone

Do you have a best friend?  my boyfriend

Are you scared to fall in love?  I was

Do you think ex’s can remain friends? some, not all.

Are you one of those people that always answer their phones? if I know who’s calling then I usually answer

Hate it when you go over to someone’s house and do absolutely nothing? yes

Are you one of those people who gets jealous of boys/girls your current bf/gf dated? not too much but once in a while when we casually bring them up

Were you single for your last birthday? nope

Did you talk to the person you like today? for a little bit through text this morning

When was the last time you were in a car with someone besides family? friday, my roommates and I; we were going to noodles

What are you wearing on your feet?  nothing

You can get a puppy or a new car. Which do you choose? oh my goodness! that’s had. but I’d say car for now because I don’t have time to take care of a puppy since I’m not home and I cant have pets in my apartment

Is it easy to make you cry? sometimes

Think back to August, were you in a relationship? yes

Any drama in your life right now?  nope

Did you sleep alone last night?  I did

When was the last time you received flowers? What were they for? uhm……my boyfriend came to visit

Have you ever been physically or mentally abused? How did it effect you?  nope

Do you consider yourself a vengeful person? If so, why’d you think that is?  nope. I’m learning to let go

What one quality do you have that you are proud of?  I’m a good listener

When have you felt the most proud of yourself? For what reason?  chasing one of my dreams for the second time but handling myself when I didn’t achieve it

Have you ever had a near death experience? If so, how did it feel? I’ve been in one car accident before but I wasn’t that bad.

[makknays]

destin.

requested by anon.

Can u do a thing where ur sister comes to visit with her boyfriend and she always teases u about not having one so like Taehyung pretends to be ur bf and he makes you do the stupidest things like male sexual noises in ur ve and shit but u end up dating irl also very fluffy and cute tae💖💖💖💕💕ily!💕💕💕💖💖

destin; french for destiny.

destiny; ˈdɛstɪni

the events that will necessarily happen to a particular person or thing in the future.

the hidden power believed to control future events; fate.

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a/n: ngl this isn’t my best work, purely buck fluff is hard to write but i hope you like it anyway

“Taehyung, please pretend to be my boyfriend over the course of the next two weeks cuz my sister and her boyfriend are gonna come and I don’t wanna be teased.” I said all in one breath, causing me to breathe in heavily, evoking a smile on Taehyung’s face. “What do I get out of that?” he laughed as he took a sip of his latte. “You get to spend time with me?” “I spend time with you everyday… we like live together…” “Please.” I said, dragging it out so much that it was almost me being cute. “Ugh, fine. But I’m taking the lead on this mission.” he said as he ruffled my hair and placed a very much platonic kiss on my forehead.

“___! I haven’t seen you in ages, baby sister!” my sister screamed when I opened my apartment door. “Nice to see you too.” I laughed as I hugged her, when I pulled away I awkwardly greeted her boyfriend, we weren’t exactly close. “So, any boyfriend? Or are you still single as always?” she joked, causing me to roll my eyes. “Babe! Who is it?” Taehyung suddenly called, I had forgotten that we just agreed to pretend we were dating. “Babe?” my sister asked, causing me to laugh and walk towards Taehyung, who was sitting on the sofa in the living room. “Babe, this is my sister and her boyfriend.” I smiled at him as I introduced the two strangers to him. “Nice to meet the both of you, I’m Taehyung, ___’s boyfriend.”

“You never told me you got a boyfriend!” she screamed as she jumped up and down. “It was a low-key thing, we haven’t told many people.” I laughed. “Yeah, we’re keeping this between the few people we have told.” Taehyung chuckled as he walked over to me and placed a kiss on the top of my head, nuzzling me afterwards. “I’m so glad you finally have someone!” “Me too.” I smiled as I wrapped my arms around my ‘boyfriend’.

“You guys should kiss right now. It would be so romantic!” my sister squealed, causing Taehyung and I to awkwardly look at each other, we knew it was inevitable but so soon? I released by wrap around him and he rubbed the back of his neck. The next thing she said didn’t help with awkwardness, “We should go on a double date some time! I mean we’re staying here anyway so why not spend some more quality time together?” she spoke, once again, jumping up and down. “Sure, maybe later this week? We’re a bit busy with school work right now…” Taehyung lied. “That’s fine! As long as it happens! But you guys still need to kiss!” she squealed as she anticipated the moment. Taehyung, suddenly bursting with energy, turned to me, pulled me in and placed his lips against mine. I must say it was probably one of the best kisses of my life.

“Fuck, what are we supposed to do? Go on this stupid double date and risk being seen?” I asked as I paced around the small gap between the two shelves in the uni library. “Well people might just assume that we’re just friends, they know we’re close.” he replied, raising his head from his book. “But what if they don’t? And we’re gonna have to act all coupley for my sister.” I said, sighing in frustration as I threw myself onto the chair opposite my ‘boyfriend’. “I say go for it, let’s live a little.”

“I’m so excited for our lunch date! I know the perfect place! I used to go there all the time!” my sister said as she wrapped her arm around her boyfriend’s. “We used to go there all the time.” he corrected her as he placed a kiss on her forehead. “Sure, I’m up for it. As long as my cute ass girlfriend over here is.” Taehyung laughed as he wrapped his arm around my waist. “Of course I am.” I said, smiling, as I tiptoed slightly to place a kiss on his left cheek. “You two are the cutest!” my sister squealed for the nth time since she appeared at my house.

“I say when we get home we mess around.” Taehyung whispered into my ear as the food was being served by the sleazy looking waiter. “What the fuck do you mean?” I whispered back, my shock being slightly evident in my voice. “I mean, let’s make sex noises to like pretend we’re, you know; like why not have fun when we’re both just pretending anyway?” “Ugh, I hate the shit you drag me into.”

“What are you two lovebirds talking about?” my sister asked as she shoved a spoonful of food into her mouth. “You know, stuff. Couple stuff.” “Like?” “We’re planning our next date.” “Already? This one just got started! You two are eager!” she laughed as she turned her attention to her boyfriend. “You’re so bad at lying, ___.” Taehyung muttered before having a bite of my food. “You’re not much better, babe.” I whispered back, emphasising the ‘babe’ just to mess around.

Later that night, Taehyung and I went through with our plans. We started off slow and never become really loud but we definitely sounded like we were sinning but the trick was, play a video game with your best friend on silent. “This is so fun.” he laughed as tried to beat me at this round of Mortal Kombat. The more we played, the more sexual things sounded to others. We had to try so hard to hold back our laughter in between, I was laughing so hard that I was flat on my back in tears. Taehyung quickly joining my side with laughter. Suddenly, in the midst of our laughing fit, we heard a knock at the door, “Hey, kids, I know you’re in love but can you guys keep it down a bit?” “Oh my God…” I whispered to Taehyung as I turned to hold his body out of embarrassment. “I’m sorry, we’ll keep it down.” Taehyung voiced as he turned to wrap his arm around me.

“Why did you get so embarrassed, babe?” he smirked as he lifted himself onto his right elbow. “I didn’t expect her to come and say that!” I said, letting go of Taehyung and covering my red face. “Aww, my baby is embarrassed.” he chuckled as he placed a kiss on my forehead. “Stop that!” “We’re dating!” “Ugh, at this rate I might actually fall for you!” I joked but subconsciously knew that it was definitely possible. “I wish you would!” he laughed back at me.

“Sorry about last night.” Taehyung chuckled as he entered the kitchen the next morning. “Don’t worry about it, you two are still full of energy and aren’t drained from work life.” my sister chuckled as she poured in some milk to her cereal. “Well, I’m taking ___ on a breakfast date so don’t wait around for us and enjoy your time with your boyfriend.” Taehyung smiled as he poured himself a glass of water and left to go back to me.

“I told your sister that we’re going on a breakfast date so now we have to go.” Taehyung threw at me as he walked back into my room. “You what?” I laughed in complete disbelief. “Yeah, let’s go to that cafe that you love, my treat, babe.”

“You really didn’t have to do this, we could’ve just had McDonald’s.” I laughed as I was being handed my favourite breakfast item from the menu. “This is the least I could do.” “For what?” “For you, my best friend and girlfriend.” he chuckled as he was handed his latte. “You haven’t managed to fall for me, have you?” I said, half-joking, half-hopeful. “What if I did? What would you do about it?” he answered, turning it back onto me. “Probably date you, why not live a little?” I said, using his previous words. “Then why don’t we do exactly that.” he smirked. “What? Date? You’re joking.” I laughed as I took a sip from my own coffee. “Nope, not at all. I want to be with you, for real. It’s been fun pretending and I’m already comfortable around you, probably more than your sister is around her boyfriend.” “Fine, let’s live a little.”

[unlikelywallflower]

the saga of the potential sperm donor: part 2

(The catch-up game continues: this post was written Aug 30, 2018)

Friend courtship is a funny thing, y’all—at least, I’ve found, among the awesome women and queer folks I know. For our OITNB binge, PSD1 and I decided we needed binge-worthy finger foods. This turned into a full-out feast, including but not limited to handmade fresh veggie spring rolls with spicy peanut sauce (me), vegan summer caprese salad (which is my new fave thing ever), roast cauliflower with tahini sauce, and tofu “ricotta” dip.

Before I even asked him, I’d thought about the idea of making a baby in this way so much that I’d gotten attached (perhaps a little too attached) to the idea of using a known donor, especially him. I wanted so badly to be able to point an actual human out to my kid and say “that’s who helped make you possible”.

We watched two or three episodes OITNB, and then I finally screwed up the courage to say I wanted to have a conversation. Bless his heart: he just thought I wanted to focus on talking vs watching TV, so the conversation meandered a bit before I managed to actually ask.

It turned out he’d been thinking about it since my friend had asked him if he would consider it, even referring to me with his BF as “baby mama” (in retrospect, it should have been obvious to me that he would have been thinking about it already). Our conversation threw me for a loop: I had been hoping for a favourable response to a relatively minimal level of engagement, like maybe a fun uncle whom we’d see once in a while. Instead what I got was a favourable response to something I hadn’t even thought to hope for: someone who, if we were going to do this, would want to be actively involved in my kid’s life (and, by extension, mine).

It took me a couple of days (and a lot of conversation) to wrap my head around the possibility of someone wanting to be that involved (meanwhile we hadn’t actually talked through how involved), but once I did, I was excited. Who could say no to someone wanting to be that much a part of this, to that level of support? As I’d promised him, I dug up a few articles on being a known donor, and then also sent him the list of questions I’d started for us to discuss, with the caveat to only look when he was ready.

I gave him some space, then when he showed his first sign of wanting to hang out again, I pounced on it and offered my availability. After a few days of no response, I prompted him; he said he wanted to see me but next week would be better, so I offered him my availability again, and again, nothing for days. At this point, I Freaked. The. F. Out. It felt like such a slap in the face given how vulnerable I felt, and it made me question whether I would want to do this with him at all.

I am the first to admit that I have a flair for the dramatic, and, at the same time as my now ingrained questioning of my reactions kicks in, I’ve also worked really hard to allow myself to feel, validate the feelings, and be uncomfortable without trying immediately to process my way out of them. I got some great coaching from a few friends (thank God for my community and all of our tools and learning and support of one another), and saw a few things:

1) Reaction aside, this was some red flag behaviour from someone with whom I was potentially going to be making a human.

2) After my last relationship, men being uncommunicative, particularly when it comes to baby-making, was a huge trigger for me, and that was mine to own.

3) Part of why this scared me so much was that I had put all of my eggs (ha, ha) in this basket. It felt like I would have to start again at zero (again, a story that was mine to own).

I decided to give him a few more days, and in the meantime, I got into action. One thing I know about myself is that I’m a bit of an action freak; in other words, as long as I’m taking some step forward toward my future, as long as there’s some option on the table, I’m okay. As soon as I feel like I don’t have options, or my forward movement is being thwarted, that’s when I react. So I thought about my other options and made my move: I asked one of my besties to contact her colleague who’d mentioned a vague interest in the past. I registered for Modamily, a website that is pretty much like a dating website, but for meeting everything from sperm donors to potential co-parents. I made an appointment at my fertility clinic. And, after some consideration that led me to the conclusion that I had literally nothing to lose, I emailed an acquaintance (also a lovely, smart, beautiful gay man) and asked him if he would be open to a conversation. All within 24 hours. Yup, that’s how I roll.

A few days later, I finally sent PSD1 a text—one that I later regretted, since it pretty much put everything on him, instead of just admitting that I was upset and wanted to talk. He replied immediately and we set up a time for him to come over and for us to talk.

Up next: the saga of the potential sperm donor, part 3 of 3 (also known as: my life as a donor sperm reality tv show)

[sigurdjarlson]

Replies! Woo! super late i know

highpriestessbriyanna said: This is always my reaction. Like “yes. keep talking. Wait.. did you just PUN at me again.. IMA KNIOCK THAT FUCKER OFF A CLIFF” 

IM 99.9% sure someone has knocked khadgar off a cliff before and there’s an 80% chance it was because of a pun

owmyeyeballs said: You ok, friendbeast?

just tired and in a bit of a slump but i’ll be okay. thank you <3

owmyeyeballs said: Know that feel…

my poor girl! hasn’t she been through enough.. (*evil brain sounds*) 

skullkind said: congrats!

Thank you!! It was the shitty demon hunter boots but it’s better than nothin! 

lovesdaryl said: Feel better soon. *hugs*

thank you <3 *hugs*

skullkind said: me with illidan like once a week

same tbh

casterlycosplay said: Very relatable content

i wish i could say its the first time i’ve teared up while thinking about khadgar..but its not

apaladinfailure said: this is the most relatable thing you’ve ever posted

Khadgar..such a tearjerker huheuheuh he cries while he wanks 

anzareveange said: im giving him all my love.

same. i want blizz to let me hug him so bad like PLEASE

skullkind said: hey !! im skull and ive been following you for a while and think youre super chill! i llove ur wow posting ! you dont need to follow back but i would love to chat sometime or stuff ^^ 

hello!!1 :D thank you for following. I’m glad you enjoy them. Feel free to contact me anytime! I’d love to chat

shadowphoenixrider said: Yeah, I remember her sneaking around the Twilight Highlands in Cata.

That sounds like her <3

ship-garbage-pile said: ^^ yeah she’s one of the quest givers order hall

I need to level my rogue..

lovesdaryl said: I might have mentioned this, but we went to ZG before it was patched out and I actually won the tiger and gave it to my husband as a gift. He looks magnificent on it. :-)

this is honestly the sweetest thing ever

anzareveange said: sleeping with the enemy…

Khadgar and Gul’dan have some serious unresolved sexual tension lbr

owmyeyeballs said: I love reading your responses to these. Thanks for putting up with my nonsense! XD

I love answering them <3

a-little-squirrely-sunshine said: My cat is named David Bowie, and depending on how I phrase things I get the best odd looks from my friends.

That’s great like i cna just imagine..DAVID BOWIE WHAT DO YOU  HAVE IN YOUR MOUTH sdkgkdfh

owmyeyeballs said: These two just keep on breaking my heart…

they break mine too ugh. My poor babies

shadowphoenixrider said: I’d vote, but I like quite a few and I don’t think they’d all fit in this text box. I might…steal one idea though.

Steal as many as you’d like and I’d still love to hear which ones you think i should write! 

doitsuki said: yes genn is lower in the hierarchy

he’s..the omega

ghoulghoulneighbor said: But they said no homo while they did it……….

blizzard could make a cinemeatic where khadgar and medivh have explicit sex and they’d still be like.. “no homo tho” 

shadowphoenixrider said: Eggs-llecent idea, Archmage.

BLOCKED

anzareveange said: take all my dollars blizzard! hire him for the movie!

I won’t accept anyone else as old khadgar now. Someone get me into contact with George

owmyeyeballs said: i love them!!!!

My fierce saber queens <3

apaladinfailure said: omg that it so sweet im crying

i cried a lil while writing it so don’t feel bad hehheh

owmyeyeballs said: Oh dear lord, that was adorable and sad… someone protect these sweethearts!

protect Khadgar and Jaina 2k17

shadowphoenixrider said: Ow my heart! If you’ll excuse me, I’ll just lie down…right here…

i had to do the same after writing it tbh

owmyeyeballs said: Sweet, precious babies!

i just want to hold them both

shadowphoenixrider said: *chinhands* These are lovely, you know.

thank you so much!! 

shadowphoenixrider said: I’m not quite sure my heart should be hurting this much in the morning, but it is! 

Hohoho there’s a lot more where that came from!

ghoulghoulneighbor said: How dare u. This is some 10/10 pain, would cry again.

Same tbh. I made their parents and I was like shit..i love them  

ghoulghoulneighbor said: I knew Illidan was the daddy kink type, I just knew it

YOU ARE NOT PREPARED...FOR ILLIDADDY’S DICK

ghoulghoulneighbor said: what have I started.

*points at medivh* Medaddy.

*points at Gul’dan* Gul’daddy

anzareveange said: Many races dont have orphans or child models. i want to see a tauren child, or a dwarf or a gnome child.

there are nightborne children models so blizz really doesn’t have an excuse anymore. I want children models for all the races, blizz. Give me this now

shadowphoenixrider said: I’d like to inform you that Khadgar is introduced in the book Tides of Darkness with a youngster in one arm and holding the hand of another. We don’t call him Dadgar for nothing! ^^

OH NO!!! This is so sweet I really need to read Tides of Darkness...and Beyond the Dark Portal

anzareveange said: “Put that thing back where it came from” no, it can be really painfull, also the mother is dead, so no.

maybe illidan doesn’t know where babies come from 

ghoulghoulneighbor said: you’d think his hunters would be expecting this kind of thing by now tho

very true. new recruits learn very quickly not to stand behind Illidaddy. He’s very dramatic and very passionate. when he gets excited he can’t control his wings

shadowphoenixrider said: I’d like to add that if you put a pet bed down, it’ll attempt to ‘sit’ in it. Reduced my bf to wheezing laughter when he saw it.

FDHDfhd I KNOW ISN’T IT GREAT. You make him jump through the flaming hoop too. 

It catches on fire sometimes and runs away...oops 

shalar0s said: I’m dying over the “well that’s new.” Oh my god I can’t breathe.

nothing surprises Moroes anymore. Nothing. 

unidentified-starman said: see, kids? this is what happens when you party (& clean up the library) too much

Ben!Khadgar? Before Medivh.

Game!Khadgar? After Medivh.

Medivh is a helluva drug

spicymulligan said: Boy howdy ur gonna LOVE Glee then

this is the worst thing you’ve ever said to me

ghoulghoulneighbor said: The ONLY way to treat your giant fuzzy murdercat

she loves her giant fuzzy murdercats <33

owmyeyeballs said: I want to hug Dilly too!

She needs a hug tbh

apaladinfailure said: this is entirely possible with genn greymane

SOMEONE DREW THAT!! I don’t know where it is but it was his wife riding on his back into battle

derp-mage said: It would have been glorious and now I’m mad he didn’t go full on worgen run

blizzard let us ride Malfurion in his regular form

WAIT NO

owmyeyeballs said: KHADGAR DO NOT FUCK THE SKULL

too late. he hurt himself rip

unidentified-starman said: it’ll look even more ridiculous when he appears in the warcraft movie sequel or smth (i hope it gets made sometime). he’ll probably be at least half cgi (or a man flapping his arms in a motion capture suit). look at cgi malfurion go

I am excited and dreading the day they add Malfurion to the films. Because he’s either going to look awesome or fuckin terribly hilarious (more likely tbh) and I can’t wait. (SHIT...motion capture behind the scene shit is so great) 

shadowphoenixrider said: pffft that second one. AFAIK Khadgar asplodes everyone in Kilrogg’s vision, but I don’t think it’s Mythic difficulty? Could be wrong.

hmm i just did the Kilrogg fight on mythic on both Diily and Alaluria and didn’t get any visions. Is there something I have to do to trigger it? (i will cry)

ghoulghoulneighbor said: Your tag said wing burrito and I thought of a burrito stuffed with chicken wings, with the horns and blindfold. …I’ll see myself out.

*muffled sobbing from the bathroom* I was not prepared for these burritos..

shadowphoenixrider said: Don’t apologise, I love hearing these.

you’re an angel. thank you <3

carlyrosk said: That’s how I am too oh my god. That cinematic crushed both me and my Deathlord! I can’t wait to hear your thoughts on Genn! He’s been through SO much, and he’s just snapped with Varian’s death.

Genn’s reaction to Varian’s death in the cinematic kills me every time. Genn kills me. My poor old wolf man </3