#just a tender yet spicy little something because I want to

[chasing-ghosts-silhalei]

A tender little one-shot cuddle that turns slightly spicy

Nothing official

While their legs tangled beneath the sheets, her arm curled around the back of Cullen’s head to pull him close. 

He blushed with a soft smile and nuzzled his face under hers while her plush lips tenderly pecked his forehead with delicate kisses time and again. 

“You are so brave,” she murmured against him between her lips’ soft caresses, “So strong. I’m so proud of you.” 

While she slowly peppered him with tender kisses, his heart swelled with a blend of warm pride and cold sorrow. To hear such things from the most amazing woman in all of Thedas. His arms tightened around her and all but pulled her directly into his heart. 

A soothing wave of joy washed through him as her fingers lovingly flowed across the stubble of his cheek and back through his hair and his smile widened. She deserved so much more than he could ever give her. 

Cullen pulled back and delicately trailed his fingertips over her beautiful face while he gazed into those stunning eyes. He would give this living goddess the moons themselves, if he could. 

His lips gently connected with hers, which earned a soft gasp and a spike of need shot through him. He sighed against her lips, then they kissed each other with a hunger that steadily increased. 

[queenimmadolla]

𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐈 𝐊𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐨𝐧 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞

(dad!eddie x mom!reader)

Summary: Eddie has to shower before he can hold his impatient baby. She's having none of it.

a/n: i was attacked by yet ANOTHER cute baby tiktok so here we are with a little bit of grease monkey!eddie and another little drabble. set in the early days of the pennyverse. and yes, i've used this gif before but he's dead so i'm running out of them. mistakes might be fixed later, i dont know :)

“Are these your little fingers?” You asked your baby, tone saturated in honey and affection as you held the chunky palm in question, lips pressed to her pudgy fingertips. 

  Despite your aversion to it prior to your pregnancy, you’d inevitably developed a baby voice when Penny had come into the world and you couldn’t be blamed. Not when she was all squish, delicate cheeks holding so much chub they bulged, and rolls decorated her little limbs. She was a glutton, always demanding your milk and you couldn’t deny her; those big, gorgeous eyes she’d inherited from her father made it nearly impossible to, even when the wetness welling up in them were completely alligator tears. And those curls. 

  Regardless of taming them with some water, a brush and maybe some vaseline, they ended up wild, flying about or mussed and matted to her head with sweat because your baby was a little heater when she slept and napped. Just like her daddy.

  Your smile widened in size when you heard the sound of keys slotting into place at the front door, the lock mechanism giving away. It tripled when you realized your baby also recognized the sound, head turning to stare at the door as she bobbed in place, thick legs squatting and then popping back up as you held her by her waist with your other hand, assisting her with standing.

  The moment Eddie opened the door and came into view she began cooing and squealing in excitement, mouth parting in a wide smile as drool raced down from the corner of her mouth.

You laughed, and so did Eddie as he heard his baby welcoming him home.

  “You excited to see me, sweet pea?” He cooed right back, walking over to squat in front of the two of you, eyes raking over you momentarily in appreciation before focusing on the little one in your arms. 

  She let out another long coo that ended on an airy sigh, pulling her hand from your grasp to reach both of her pudgy ones out to him, practically begging him to hold her as she began wiggling in your arms.

  Eddie’s head tilted, lips curling into the most tender smile as he stared down at her with nothing but love swimming in those eyes he’d shared with her. 

  “Daddy missed you and mommy so much.” He whispered, a hand reaching out, almost close enough to caress her soft cheek but it hesitated before he could touch her. His rough, grease covered finger was a stark contrast to her clean, smooth skin. Clearly, you’d given her a bath before he got home because her mouth and cheeks were usually covered in the food you were starting to offer her (sometimes baby food, but mostly bits of your food because she wouldn’t accept any offerings of mushed up veggies and fruits if there was something else on your plate, hence why your diet had been pretty bland and not at all a result of the tight budget your maternity leave left you on).

The rest of his hands were no better, palms stained, streaks all over his arms as a result of shucking the top half of the monkey suit and rolling up his sleeves at the garage. 

  There were even a few streaks of grease and maybe oil on his face and neck. Your husband smelled more so of tires than he had the spicy cologne that surrounded you when he’d kissed you goodbye in bed this morning. 

  And he knew it.

  Penny didn’t let that stop her, still eagerly reaching out for him as she grunted to try and provoke him in swooping her up into his embrace.

  “As soon as daddy’s clean, okay? I’ll pick you up and my sweet girl can give me all the cuddles she wants.” He promised, hands on his knees before he stood back up, leaning over her to give you a sweaty, greasy oh so sweet and firm press of the lips kiss before he swiveled around and disappeared into the small bathroom as quickly as he could to be out of hearing range when Penny began whimpering at his absence. 

  You heard the shower start running at the exact moment she began to cry and you offered a sympathetic whine of your own as you adjusted your grip on her, bringing Penny up to your chest, your cheek smushed against her more plump one.

  “Shhh…it’s okay, my love. Daddy’s just showering. He’ll be back.” You stood up, hitching Penny on your hip as you walked to the entrance of the small hallway so the bathroom door was visible to her. Eddie’s humming floated out from underneath the crack of it. 

  Penny was Eddie’s daughter, alright, full of dramatics as her breathing remained heavy, chest rising and falling quickly with the hitches in her breath as a chunky fist gripped onto your blouse, lower lip curling out and wobbling. She didn’t seem satisfied with your explanation but that didn’t worry you. If Penny was awake when Eddie left for work in the morning, she’d start bawling. 

  The first couple of times she’d started reacting to his departure, he’d ended up full of guilt and late to work. It still wasn’t easy for him, even after you’d finally convinced him she’d have the same reaction whether he left in the morning, afternoon, or evening. Regardless of the time, she was going to be upset that she wouldn’t be able to see her daddy, probably convinced in her little baby mind that he’d abandoned her (he’d nearly quit the shop when you’d phrased it like that) but he’d always come home to her—and you—and that’s what mattered.

  You were positive she’d start yelling and shrieking when it came time for you to go back to work, too. She was just a baby, so she was being a baby.

  You carried your huffing and puffing daughter back to the living room, placing her down on the carpet in front of some toys she had been playing with earlier in the day. Maybe they’d distract her.

  Wrong.

  She sat on the carpet, chunky legs strewn out for just a few seconds before she was moving forward onto her belly and propping herself up. Then she was off, crawling as fast as she could towards the hallway while breathing heavily with exhilaration. You trailed after her, amused at how stubborn she was when she stopped directly in front of the bathroom door, propping herself up on her bottom.

  You watched Penny reach out with shaky palms, pressing them gently against the door. It looked like they were feeling around it before she began slapping them against it as hard as she could as she yelled her baby babble, no doubt demanding her daddy open the door, pick her up and love her right now.

  Giggles were muffled into your palm, as she kept up with it. 

  Eventually, maybe when she realized that wasn’t working, Penny leaned over, wiggling around until she was on her tummy and the side of her head was resting on the carpet. You realized she was trying to look under the door for him and your heart clenched, hand flying over your chest as if you could grasp the organ.

  You expected her to sit back up and go back to smacking the door but she remained there, a stubby finger absentmindedly trailing through the carpet as she stared through the thin crack, warm bathroom light and Eddie’s voice flooding out from underneath to comfort her as she waited.

  Picking her up had crossed your mind, and so did the idea of how loudly she’d probably start screaming and crying if you did. 

  The two of you didn’t have to wait for long, the shower shut off and you could hear the sounds of the shower curtain rings scraping against the rod as Eddie pulled them back. 

  Panic briefly filled your chest as you realized Eddie probably wasn’t expecting his baby to be lying on the floor directly outside of the bathroom—he’d step on her, so you called out, “Heads up, Eddie, you’ve got a visitor.”

  You didn’t hear a response, but a few moments later, the door opened to reveal your husband. Water droplets slipped down his neck and chest. He had one towel—that had definitely seen better days—wrapped around his waist and another (yours) he was using to scrunch up his sopping wet curls to dry them.

  Eddie had heard you, shooting you a smirk before he addressed the baby beaming up at him, “Shower’s free if you wanna hop in, stinky.”

  Penny had no idea what he was saying, it didn’t matter anyways because he said it in the same voice he used when he gave her kisses and held her to his chest so she was reaching up for him and he finally reached down—with clean hands—grasping her sides before she was hoisted into his arms. Penny wasted no time, mouth parting wide to mouth aggressively at his face and chin while she shook her head and wiggled about.

  She was giving him kisses.

  Or trying to eat him, she had little bursts of energy where she’d do that—attack you out of nowhere while you held her causing the both of you to break out laughing.

  Eddie let her get it all out, and when she cooed, resting her cheek on his shoulder, he retaliated. Her cheeks and little neck rolls were smattered in his smacking kisses as she squealed and shrieked and wiggled but there was no escaping her daddy’s clutches now that she was finally in them. 

  When every inch of her available to him had been kissed, he turned towards you and you suddenly found yourself victim to two sets of identical crinkly brown eyes. A deep chuckle rumbled from Eddie as he padded over to where you stood, mischievous smirk making another appearance.

  “Mommy’s turn.”

[beneathashadytree]

DEVOUT WORSHIPPER - SYLUS QIN X READER

Warnings : suggestive at most (but not explicit), reader has lipstick applied but still gender-neutral!

Genre : spicy domestic fluff <3

Word count : 0.7K words

Additional notes : Just for context, Sylus and the reader are living together but often go periods without seeing each other due to work🙏🏽 Also, let me know what you think of Sylus being portrayed as Italian/speaking Italian here! Hope you guys enjoy this after the gorgeous new update🫶🏽

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“You’re exquisite.”

Sylus’ soft mumble was not left unheard. In fact, it was impossible to not notice anything about him when he was this close; so close that they could see every blemish on his fair skin, and count every delicate eyelash that fluttered lazily with every slow, seductive blink of his eyes.

They’d never get enough of his eyes, would they?

Eyes the colors of the richest blood rubies; that bled passion and want so true it warmed them to their very core. Maybe they’d never admit that their flushed cheeks weren’t just because of his enamored compliments, but also as a natural reaction to looking into those eyes they could never resist.

“That so?” they hummed, voice smaller than they thought it would come out. Somehow, there was a sanctity to this moment that meant that only hushed whispers were to be spoken between them, even if they were all alone in the safety of their own home.

Sylus huffed out a laugh that was achingly tender, all parts adoration and worship—and yet there was that same arrogance in his eyes that spoke volumes of his sheer confidence in his words. No one believed what he said more than he did. “Mm. You’ll have to take my word, tesoro.”

How sweet it was to hear from him, the endearment lilting and the syllables curling almost intimately on his tongue. Even sweeter it was, when his finger reached out to smudge at the edges of blood-red lips like his own eyes, his touch almost reverent.

“Silver tongue,” they breathed out, their gaze dropping to his sinful lips, their corners raised in an affectionate half-smile he’d only ever bare to them. Just them. It was their sacred secret to stow away between their ribs. “You’re just trying to lure me into staying at home with you.”

“I can’t say that it would be a bad idea.” The faux innocence on his face as his eyes flickered to their parted lips was almost laughable. “The place would miss you, after all.”

No matter how much they tried to play coy, Sylus could always outfox them in that game of wits—but his desires were always spelled out on his face, and this time they threatened to consume them whole.

Arching their brow at him, they reached out to clasp their hand around his wrist, tugging it away from their lips and instead taking their sweet, sweet time to interlace their fingers in an old, almost-sensuous dance that they’d mastered together, completely in step with each other. “Just the place?” they asked, a challenge hidden between every word and the next.

Something dark oozed through his eyes; a flame sparking to life behind his false composed mask. It made them feel a little smug, knowing that he’d never be able to douse that fire; that he’d always want them so terribly.

“You love making things difficult, don’t you, sweetie?” His voice was a little more gruff now, a sharpness there that reminded them that he was at his wits’ end, and that his nerves were fraying every time he was in their presence—in only the best, most delicious ways possible. “No. Not just the place.” Thumb brushing against the back of their hand, he leaned in to whisper in their ear. “Is that what you wanted to hear?”

“I can’t think of anything else that could convince me to stay,” they began to say as they toyed with the chain on his collar, “After all—”

Sylus pulled them onto his lap as he collapsed onto the bed, without even waiting for them to finish that sentence. It seemed that they’d worn out what little patience he’d had left, and he was too far gone in his amorous haze to comprehend a single word more.

“Mi dispiace,” he managed to say, though his chest heaved with the effort of restraint, and his irises were almost completely black as he stroked the small of their back with a practiced hand that had memorized every curve and expanse of skin. “I’ll come up with a better bargain next time. Now, I’m a little preoccupied with you.”

Well. Dinner could wait, they suppose.

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[catiuskaa]

reggaeton & champagne.

PAIRING! lee minho x reader x bang chan

SUMMARY: you knew better than to go down to the club alone. and that guy should’ve known better than to mess with minho and chan’s property.

REQUESTED! by my pookie @sharonxdevi who requested this here! and it’s such a good idea, tysm for trusting me with it<3

CW: the boys may come off as a little possesive, there’s a touchy douche in the club, mentions of alcohol, it ain’t spicy but surely it’s nsfw.

WC: 2.3k

A/N: so i’ve never even thought of writing poly!skz relationships until now, but i think it came out nicely! (and if you kinda recognize the title— i just spend an unhealthy amount of time watching skz edits on instagram lololol)

[🔹☆💠☆🔹]

The sign of the club glowed with bluish neon lights at the entrance. There was also a man, notebook in hand, receiving IDs prior to welcoming the long queue of people. Although it was not the most expensive nightclub in the city, you could see the difference between it and the rest of the clubs in town, in the sense that the establishment was very tidy and clean, with security personnel scattered around the corners, watching that everything was going out smoothly.

It was unusual for you to want to go out clubbing, but considering the boys’ schedule, any chance to make plans together was welcomed with open arms.

Especially by Minho and Chan, who would never force you to go out, but their lingering stares and their arms that would sneakily clung to your waist or your shoulders —and in some cases, to lovingly slap your ass or thighs—, were meant as a way of encouragement when you dressed up and went for it.

And a way to say that, as always, you looked fine as hell.

You had chosen a short silver-coloured dress that reached your mid-thighs, accompanied by a pair of matching mesh thigh-highs with cute little clips that allowed them to stay in place, only because you knew how to entertain your public, and loved every single second their eyes stayed glued to you as you danced your heart out.

The music pounded against the walls and reverberated through the floor, but not as much as how the booze traveled through your veins, only giddy enough to celebrate how well their last tour had gone, and merely to have some well-deserved fun.

Minho’s hands grasped you by your waist, pulling you off Chan’s arms and smirking as he pushed your back flush against his body.

One of his hands remained in place, but the other one moved slowly, tempting fingers heading down to your thighs, as if walking, the motion almost ticklish. You could feel his cat-like grin from behind you as you looked at Chan, who wasn’t mad at all, rather cheekily enjoying the other man’s antics as you kept dancing against him, following the rhythm of the music.

Chris got closer to the both of you, taking your arms and settling them on his shoulders as he approached even further, now the two gentlemen dressed in fine clothes towering over you.

“Our princess is feeling good today, huh?” His hand cradled your face, holding your chin in a tender grasp, unlike Minho, who started to play with one of the clips on your high mesh stockings.

You were about to say something, but Minho tugged at one of the straps and chuckled next to your ear, slapping it back. Your breath hitched, and you bit your lip, feeling the blush rising to your cheeks, the light foundation you had applied not being able to cover it.

Chris snickered, and Minho lightly bit the shell of your ear, and they both laughed as you squirmed in between their arms.

“Ok, ok—!” You giggled, out of breath due to the tickling and else. You didn’t want to leave just yet, but didn’t want to stop teasing your boys either.

Tugging on Chan’s collar, you propelled him forward, his hands ending on Minho’s shoulders by reflex. You moved your body in between both of them, swaying your hips, playing with Chris’ hair as you turned your head to face the man behind you, and chuckled, biting his lip.

They both felt a rush of blood heading to their face—and downwards—, but you stopped Chan for pushing you against Minho even more, one of your soft hands nonchalantly moving from the back of his neck to his chest, cheekily stroking his toned upper body.

“I think we can use some more drinks, gentlemen.” Your tone was filled with an enticing mockery only powered by their presence, and you licked your lips, feeling Minho’s slender fingers playing with the rim of your dress, tapping your thigh gently.

“I think we should head to the VIP lounge.” He grunted against your ear, his breath tickling your there, but the gentle yet lust-filled kisses he left right below started driving you a bit crazy. “Whaddya think, Chan?” Minho smirked, swiftly lifting his head from your neck to stare at the older man.

With all the mix of bright coloured lights, you could notice slightly how Chris’ eyes grew darker. Almost so dark that they could fuck you themselves, and you squeezed your thighs at the thought.

“I think our little brat needs to learn that teasing won’t get her anywhere, hyung.” Minho’s slender fingers playfully traced mindless shapes on your thigh.

The older man swallowed hard, his breath deepening.

“Guess you’re on thin ice, princess.” He leaned in, and pecked Minho’s lips from above your shoulder. He then turned slightly, and spoke in your ear. “You have ten minutes to go get those drinks. Go up the VIP platform right after, like the good girl you are, mmh?”

His hum almost echoed through your body, falling into an endless pit of arousal that those two gorgeous men had created, now able to make you feel hot and bothered in just a cheeky wink or a deep look.

Making you oh so weak for them. Only them.

“Heard that, kitten?” Minho smirked, lovingly kissing your cheek, as close as he could to the corner of your lips. “Ten minutes. Tick-tock.”

You tried heading towards the bar without your knees giving out as they both moved away, and instantly missed their warmth and strong hold on your body. But before you could even try, Chris tsked, pulling you back to him and almost fiercely planting a deep kiss that lit fire on your body, and almost made you whine when he pulled away, biting your lip.

“Fuck.” He gasped, feeling breathless. “Make that five minutes for daddy, yeah?”

And with a tap on your hips and a teasing wink, he left, following where Minho had gone.

You were unable to wipe the giddy smile off your face, feeling your cheeks get hot, and you patted them, hoping that your slightly cooler hands would do something to low it down.

Shaking your head lightly, you waved at the bartender, a tall, blond and handsome young man, and he gave you a kind smile. You sat on the stool closest, and he approached you, leaning on the counter.

“Nice seeing you here for a change.” He said with a snicker.

“Wish I could say the same, Hyunjin.” You wiggled your eyebrows almost dramatically, making him laugh.

“Your three usuals, beautiful?” He asked with a grin, and you nodded. “Comin’ right up.”

You watched as he gracefully started to show off his abilities, passing drinks and metal cups and bottles in flashes and zooms, controlling every move so swiftly.

But then, you felt a hand on your waist.

“Sorry, scooching up real quick…” said a low voice from behind you.

His hands brushed your back, making you shiver. But it was a bad shiver. One that swiped away the giddiness your boys had left, but not as quickly as your smile took off.

The bold man dizzily sat on a stool that could’ve easily been a foot or two away, and your body relaxed easily at the new-formed distance.

You stared at him in a mix of slight disgust and raw astonishment. Used to your boys and the rest of the group, or people like Hyunjin, one could easily forget that people weren’t always respectful, nice and kind.

He noticed your blank stare, and misinterpreted it as interest. With a wide smile, he bent down, grabbing one of the legs of the stool you were sitting on, and smoothly moved it closer to his.

Another shiver ran through your back, goosebumps showing on your skin.

He smiled, and you held back a frown.

“Besides looking that sexy, what else do you do for a living?”

…

yikes.

That line didn’t only give you the ick, but you also noticed Hyunjin physically flinched, which made you snort, quickly covering your mouth.

The man was so drunk. You could smell it on his breath, and the guy looked rather pathetic. You didn’t feel too sorry for him, but wanted him as far as possible, and you moved to the edge of your stool.

The man looked proud of your giggles, but grew restless when you didn’t reply, so he took a sip from the glass of whiskey in front of him, kind of as if he hadn’t had anything to drink in a while.

You sat up straight, glaring at Hyunjin so he’d call security if things turned complicated, and he winked at you as a form of reassurance.

“Do you, eh, come here often?” He blurbed out.

You looked at your hands, staring at your nails, and waited for a second before giving him a side-eye from above your shoulder, slender eyes looking uninterested.

Quickly going back to your nails, you shrugged. “Enough to know that you don’t.” You brushed off coldly.

If you did, you’d know that I’m happily taken.

He stammered, his breath hitched, and you could almost feel him start getting even more nervous, as well as slightly angry.

“Huh? Why’s that?” He scoffed, eyebrows raised at you, who again, didn’t bother to look at him, a bit wary of his moody attitude.

Hyunjin smiled at you, coldly glaring at the clueless man next to you as he swiftly left the three drinks in place, pressing the red button underneath the counter to call for help.

The man smirked, going back to a confidence you didn’t want to know where he had gotten.

Placing his arm sneakily on your waist.

Huh?

“All those for you?”

Before you could react and slap him for his unrequested bold actions, you heard a grunt behind you.

“You gotta be fucking kidding me.”

At that moment, Chan wasn’t so sure if he was the pacific one in your relationship.

He trusted you and your ability to set your own boundaries, by any means necessary, even if it meant slapping someone across the face.

And he knew them by heart. He had watched how you grimaced, trying to take this drunkard’s hands away from you.

So he helped you by slapping them off your body.

As ‘gently’ as he could.

“Move aside.” He said in a low growl, failing to relax until you moved your hand and took his, squeezing it as a way of thanking him.

Instead of getting the hint, the man frowned.

“Hey, if you can’t tell, I was trying to—”

Minho scoffed, appearing behind the man.

“Keep babbling around our girl and I’ll give you a story to tell.” He said in a dark, low tone of voice, eyes and tongue so sharp that they could almost pierce right through the man. “Now shoo.”

Security came by a minute after and apologized for not taking care of him before, then fined him, following the nightclub’s rules and finally kicked the man out.

One of the security guys approached the three of you, and bowed swiftly, apologizing.

“I’m really sorry. This guy has already annoyed some other customers before. I’ll speak to the owner of the place and see if there is something we can do regarding his situation. As for you, miss…” He gave you his card, and you smiled at him, bowing your head gently.

“My name is Seo Changbin. If you ever need anything…” he sighed, a hand to his nape, the buff man slightly flustered. “Don’t hesitate to call me. I can’t think of another way to compensate you…”

Chan smiled, and shook hands with the security guard.

“No need to worry, mate. It’s fine now.” He stated calmly, his other hand still engulfing yours.

Minho bowed at him, his arm around your waist, as if trying to erase any marks or traces of the drunkard’s touch.

“Home, love?” He said in a gentle whisper, kissing your temple after you nodded. “S’okay.”

Minho opened the door to the car for you, and Chan’s hand never left your thigh the whole way back home.

As soon as you got back, you let out a tired sigh.

Chris hugged you from behind, and you melted under his touch. With a soft grin, Minho ushered Chan’s arms away from you, and swiftly took you in his arms.

“Sleepy?” The older one asked, but you shook your head. You didn’t want the night to end on this note. “Then I’ll go get something. You guys get going.” He smiled at you, eyes soft as he lovingly stroke your cheek, your face resting on Minho’s shoulder.

With a slight smirk, he patted Minho’s butt, and headed to his studio.

“Bang Chan!” He whisper-yelled, ears red, and you chuckled lowly.

“Cheeky little baby.” Minho cooed at you, heading to your shared room, and you giggled softly, hiding your head on the crook of his neck. “Let us take care of you, yeah?”

You moved your head from his neck and pecked his lips. Minho took you to bed, and tenderly took your heels off.

“Shower?” He asked softly, but you shook your head no, so he nodded, taking off your dress. With a cat-like grin, his fingers went back to your thighs.

“You have to wear these more often, you little tease.” He snickered, and you smiled, blushing softly. “You look so good in everything.” He said, stroking your cheek.

Chan quickly came back, fluffy blankets and laptop with him.

“Movie night!” He smiled, almost childishly, and both your and Minho’s heart tugged on your chests.

They took their fancy clothes off and put on sleeveless shirts and the matching pyjama pants you had gifted them for Christmas, who were at first meant as a joke, but remained being used just because how comfy they were.

There, snuggled between Chan and Minho, you smiled, taking both of their hands.

“I’m hungry.” You said, pouting unconciously.

“We can make popcorn if you want.” Christ suggested, pausing the movie.

You sat in your knees, looking at them with a smirk.

Minho smirked back, starting to guess where this was headed.

“What do you want to eat, kitten?”

You snickered.

“I want to have ramen.”

~kats, who hopes everyone understood that kdrama reference just now ;););););)

[mikwaa]

I missed you

Prompt: You left on a mission, and it took a while to come back. And they are eager for you to come back.

Featuring: Kaveh, Kaeya, Alhaitham, Wanderer, Zhongli

Warnings: Only romance, suggestive at one point (nothing much), established relationship, spicy but nothing explicit.

A/n: No, I'm not begging someone to welcome me home like this. I swear.

Alhaitham:

Alhaitham was used to these missions of yours lasting days, sometimes even weeks. But this time he felt different, you had been away for a long time, and you had not given any sign of life. Normally you would always find a way to communicate with him, but that didn't happen this time. And these last few days it had become routine for him to stay up late, hoping that you would come into that house to fill the void he felt. But in the end, none of this happened, and he ended up just being overcome by sleep and tiredness. And there he was again, sitting on the couch immersed in his daily reading. He had already lost track of the time, his gaze shifted focus, one hour all his attention was devoted to the book, but at some point he kept staring at the door waiting for some sign from you. And just as he was about to doze off, his eyes so heavy they refused to stay open, he heard the door latch open, and he saw your silhouette. He even thought it was just the effect of sleep, he might be daydreaming or something, but soon those thoughts were put aside, as soon as he heard your sweet voice calling him. "Haitham?" You called him softly, not knowing if he was awake or asleep there on the couch. He blinked, once, twice, three times, before getting up and walking quickly towards you. "Are you okay?" His hands grabbed you around the waist, pulling you into his chest and wrapping you in a warm embrace. And you welcomed him, wrapping your arms around his body, letting yourself be carried away by the feeling of comfort it brought, you'd been away from home for days, nothing fairer than enjoying it. "Yes, I am. And you?" You snuggled into his neck, murmuring in a low, tired tone. One of his hands ran through your hair, gently stroking them, "I missed you, you took a long time." He whispers, full of tenderness in his voice. And he worried, a lot, especially when you disappeared and didn't give news like that. His mind would think of so many things, that sometimes he couldn't even close his eyes with worry. "Sorry, things got more complicated than I expected." And you gave him a little kiss on the lips, as a compensation for staying away. And he stared at you with those eyes that reminded you of emeralds, this while he smoothed a scratch on your face with his thumb, gently dragging his finger all over the area. "We have to take care of that, you can tell me how things went while I bandage it up." And to be honest, all he wanted was to keep you like this in his arms. All because he was dying of longing. Even though he was all serious, with you he showed a different side. More caring and loving, he hated to think of losing you, it drove him crazy. With that, once you walked through that door and back into his arms, his heart ceased, and he took comfort in your touch. Which he missed so much.

Kaeya:

It was late at night, but for Kaeya the night had just begun. He was in his living room, enjoying a good wine, already on his fourth glass. Even though everything seemed peaceful, his mind was full of thoughts, and all of those thoughts involved you. Suddenly a commission had come your way, and it had been two weeks since you had been out to solve the problem. Yet you and Kaeya always communicated, often by letters, you always sent him letters frequently. But not this time, he didn't receive any letters from you, and it was driving him mad. He had looked for you in many places, used his position as a Cavalry Captain to try and find you, but he had no trace of you. All he could do was sit and wait, wait for you to knock on his door, and only then would he be reassured. And as if the Archons had heard his prayers, someone knocked on his door. His heart began to skip beats as soon as he heard the sound at the door. He hurried to open it, only to see the little face he had missed so much. He was quick to pull you into a hug, nestling you in his arms, not leaving a gap for you to let go. "Someday you'll kill me with anticipation." He chuckles, as he murmurs against your ear. And you laughed back, clinging onto him even tighter, if that was even possible. "I'm back, I'm not leaving anytime soon." You nod at him, and he pulls away a little, only to pull you into a passionate, tender kiss. Surely he wanted to take you to the bedroom and make love with you passionately, to make up for lost time. But he wanted to hear you out first, to take you in and make you feel wanted, just like you were. He would surely want to know the story in full detail. "I'd be going crazy if I let you out again." With a cocky smile he says, his eye scanning every inch of your face. Archons, how he missed you. You put your hands around his neck as he leaned you against the closed door. "I have so much to tell you, if it's up to me we're both going to spend the night awake." And honestly he didn't care, the next day he would make up an excuse for missing work. All this just to have the pleasure of seeing you wake up in his arms, and to have an even greater pleasure of keeping you in the soft bed with him. "Not for that," And he points to the wine and the glass on the table, "I'll prepare some snacks for both of us, and get another glass." And he pulls away from you, not before stealing another kiss. And if it were up to him, you'd be there until the morning, just enjoying each other's company. And maybe even something more will happen, it will help a lot to make up for his missing you.

Kaveh:

Days and days pass, and Kaveh is almost in a state of panic. Every moment you don't signal if you are okay to him, his heart freezes. He just can't think of anything else, all he wanted most was to have you by his side, and he would trap you in his arms in a way that you couldn't even get out if you wanted to. That was the thought that kept him sane, he assured himself that you would come back to him soon. All he could do was count every minute, he even tried to focus on personal projects, but he just couldn't concentrate, all the time looking out the window anxiously, hoping you would show up. And as if by magic, as soon as he looked through the window he saw you, in your shabby clothes and carrying that heavy bag you always carried on long trips. And he ran out of the room, heading for the door to welcome you. And he was the first to open the door, wasting no time to take you in his arms, "You almost killed me! Do you know how worried I was?" And just as quickly as he put you in his arms, he let you go and looked you over from head to toe. "I'm fine, don't worry, I just need a good bath and a few cuddles, and I'll be brand new!" You say with a little smile, but that wasn't enough to convince him. "You're all scratched up, your clothes are all tattered." He said it like an complaining old man, but the tenderness and compassion in his eyes didn't fade in a minute. "It's all right, really." You gently put the palm of your hand on his cheeks, and he snuggled in. Once he felt your touch, he quieted, as if the emptiness in him had been filled. He took your hand and kissed it, then kissed all the way down your arm to your shoulder, "I missed you so much." You took his face in your hands, cupping it, "You don't know how much I wanted to come home." And then, he began to shower your face with kisses, whispering between each one, "You're not going to leave me again, are you?" And then again, " Heavens I love you so much." With a final kiss on your lips. You smiled against his lips, you couldn't take how adorable Kaveh could be. It seemed to take his lips off yours was a bit of work, because he really didn't want to, just like you. But you needed a good bath, clean clothes, and good food. "I'll prepare food for you, your tummy is rumbling isn't it?" He asks softly, while his forehead rests on yours. With a giggle you nodded, and he took you by the hand and led you to the kitchen, "Stay here while I prepare it, I want to hear everything that happened." And besides, he would definitely help you take care of the bruises. "Okay, I'll tell you detail by detail." You say it with a bright smile, and he comes over and gives you another kiss on the cheek. Surely he wouldn't let go of you, he would be the rest of the day like a sly child after you. As soon as you finished doing the rest of your chores, he would hug you and tell you everything that happened in the last few days. Just as he would be a great listener, he couldn't wait to spend a whole day with you.

Zhongli:

As the patient and calm man that he was, Zhongli didn't stress over silly things, however there were things that left him with a flea behind his ear. And one of those things was when you went out on those dangerous and long missions, sometimes he didn't even know when you were going to be back, and that made him a little apprehensive. And there he was, in his office at home, having a cup of tea, reading some contracts he needed to review. As attentive as he was to what he was doing, he couldn't help but have thoughts about you, about when you would return to that house that had suddenly become so empty. Since it was already considerably late, Zhongli had given up hope that you would return that day. But there was still that little glimmer of expectation that he would sleep next to you that night, he missed it so much. And so, he heard the 'click' of the door opening, soon revealing your countenance, which he missed so much. "Awake at this hour?" It was the first thing you said as soon as you saw him, and you would pay just to see the sparkle in those eyes all day long. And he stood up, putting all those papers aside and giving you his full attention. "I have been eagerly awaiting your arrival my dear." He held your face, thoughtfully stroking your cheeks. "I hope I haven't kept you waiting too long." Relaxing your face in his hands you say, and he immediately gives you a breathtaking smile. He pulled you into a hug, just to feel you in his embrace, whispering to you, "No matter how long I wait, all that matters is that you always come back to me." The velvety voice that always surprised you, that always gave you goosebumps. The love that oozed from his every utterance. And you clung to him more, it was the best thing to come home, to be welcomed with such tenderness and love, what more could you ask for? You kissed his neck lightly, softly saying, "I'll always come back to you." And he gave you a satisfied smile, you could not give a better answer. As much as his mind was full of bad ideas that could happen to you, so every time you came home safe and well, it was a huge relief to him. "I'll make something for both of us, you can go take a hot bath and put on more comfortable clothes." He strokes your hair, holding you by the chin and giving you a gentle, loving kiss. And he didn't want to let you go, genuinely didn't, but he was content with the fact that he could hold on to you for the rest of the night. He parted your lips from his, his fingers playing with your hair, and then he whispers again, "But first, can you give me one more kiss?" And he asks as if it's been forever since he last placed his lips against yours. And so it was done, he gently pressed his lips against yours, letting himself be carried away by the sensation it brought him. He was craving you so much that he couldn't help himself, as if his skin, his body, everything about him was begging for you. You were the only one capable of giving him that feeling, and it took his feet off the ground every time. With that last kiss, his plans changed, now he would join you in the bath. And then he would prepare the best food, he couldn't wait to take you to the shared room and there he would vent all the tension he felt these past few days. Just to let you know how much you were missed by him these days.

Wanderer:

Normally, Wanderer didn't mind too much when you left for these commissions, you were always very competent and always came back soon. But this time it had been almost four weeks since you had signaled anything, you had left, just saying it would be another one of your assignments. You had always been very secretive when it came to this, so he hadn't even bothered to go into details. However, now he felt a certain distress that you were spending so much time working like this, and even more so without giving any news of your whereabouts. From time to time he would walk around the city of Sumeru, hoping to find you somewhere, but he never succeeded. And he had already done that for the day, what was left was to go home and wait for you, and he didn't even know why he was giving so much importance to that. And as soon as he set foot inside the house, he was greeted with a hug, which was already familiar. "I thought you forgot about me." You say in a joking tone. And as if he needed this more than anything, he wrapped his arms around you, pressing you tightly against his body. "You and your silliness, I would never do that." In an annoyed grumble he answered you, his hands clasped around your waist. You lifted your face a little, just enough to kiss him lovingly on the cheek. His fingers tightened around you, signaling that he was enjoying it. "You shouldn't take so long on these missions." He grumbled at you, but you knew he wasn't angry, he was missing you. "I promise I'll spend more time at home." And this time you give him a kiss on the lips, slowly to enjoy the moment. And instead of rejecting it, which he would never do with you, he gladly accepted it, wanting it as much or even more than you. "I think you'd better comply." He manages to murmur during the kiss, meeting you voraciously as he presses his lips against yours. And then he finds your hand, and wraps his fingers around yours in a clear sign of affection. His free hand roaming around your waist, but he still held you tight. After a while he stops, just to admire your beautiful face, which had a pink tint. And without you expecting it, he kissed you all over your face, and you can bet he was as red as you were. His heart was pounding more and more, at the same time that he was reassured that you were home, he could not contain the excitement that ran through his body. You're there, you were finally there. "I love it when you do that." You say softly, and he gives you a little smile, still holding you in his arms. That was a more than accurate indicator for him to continue his advances, he might not say it with words, but certainly his attitudes showed how much he enjoyed seeing your reactions. With every touch, every kiss, every time his skin brushed against yours, he loved every little face you made. The way he looked at you gave away how much he cared. With a soft kiss on your lips he whispers, "Stay here longer, the house is empty without you." Your heart warmed at the phrase, and you pulled him into a deeper, more passionate kiss. And he just dived into the wonderful taste your lips had. And he is immersed in the delicious emotion he felt at that moment. And it was only then that he realized that he needed you there, just so things would make some sense. And surely, he would show you how great his feeling for you was.

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trigun fic rec list - from lace!

alright, FINE, twist my arm

FIRST UP: @squid789 Blank Ticket - vashmeryl/milivio

so i have a personal fanfic like... catalog LOL and i make little notes as i read and here is the note i left on BT right after i finished it about a year ago

seriously sooooooooooooooo good. squid does an incredible job at post trimax work

blank ticket is so good if you like post trimax stuff (like I do >:)) and squid is so good at representing vash as he ought to be (a brat with a bad attitude and abandonment issues)

Sea Foam - vashmeryl/millywood

once again i have notes from my catalog LOL

PERFECT STUPENDOUS INCREDIBLE I LOVE SQUID AND THE DRAMA AND TRAUMA THEY GIVE ME

SF is a mermaid au and i adore ANYTHING THAT GIVES ME MERMAIDS. It is such an amazing exploration into so many characters, and especially knives WHOM I LOVE TO HATE IN THIS FIC. hes such a brat and yet is just a kid who never got to be a kid and i love him

After Eden - vashmeryl/milivio

I don't have this one in my catalog !!!!! a tragedy !!! (i stopped updating my catalog when i started writing what a shame T-T)

But i can chat about after eden bc i was there for its conception!!! and I beta for it teehee

but its an exploration of BT and i just

it hurts me

squid loves to hurt me

but it hurts so good T-T

if you love to see manga vash act like a spoiled brat and enjoy meryl whump, you will LOVE after eden

Not a Chance - vashmeryl

a lil fic written in the in the meadow universe and its by squid and i love squid and this is my favorite thing in the world

meryl contemplates why she had to fall in love with this doofus

Now, for just a HUGE line up of fics !! these will include my initial thoughts that i have saved in my catalog teehee:

vashmeryl

Truth of a Memory by @fullcry

Vash and Meryl experiment with Vash’s telepathy and memory sharing.

one of my favs just because meryl and vash are so sweet to each other T-T

The Art of the Date by fullcry

Meryl and Milly pity Vash for being a terrible flirt, and Vash dares Meryl to a date to teach him to do better. Vash does better than anticipated.

i go back and reread this one often lol

Memories on Film by fullcry

okay.... this one is spicy and I'm not a huge fan of explicit content....

BUT THE GROWTH AND THE SWEET TENDER MOMENTS AND VASH BEING OBVIOUS MAKES ME SWOON ITS SO GOOD

Other Ways to Speak by fullcry

Meryl kisses each and every one of Vash’s scars

inspired by this

OH BABY THIS ONE IS SO GOOD.

No Reason by @eilwen

this is more of a collection of one shots rather than a complete story, but it has some very cute chapters.

LITERALLY ONE OF THE BEST TRIGUN FANFIC AUTHORS OUT THERE !

Seriously one of the best fics. I'm still not completely caught up bc i have zero time, but its so incredibly written. i wanna be like eilwen when i grow up

Distractions by eilwen

eilwen at it again !!! their stuff is so good !!!!!!

this is an incredible exploration of meryl’s character and the growth of their relationship through the books she reads.

The End by @ginger-mosaic

Long fic. It is a vashmeryl fic but it is MORE of an exploration of Vash and Knives’ relationship after the events of the manga.

currently unfinished and I want to die because I need more. I love Livio

ITS ALMOST DONE AND AHHHHHHHHHH CHRONICAAAAAAAAA

seriously an INCREDIBLE FIC. it is a book that could be published at this point its so good. not incredibly vashmeryl heavy, but it is there and i adore it sm T-T

The thomas in the room by @anime-grimmy

Paired with a comic by the author, this takes place after the events of the movie Trigun: Badlands Rumble.

Meryl is acting weird and Vash is determined to figure out what he did to make her so angry at him.

I LOVE THEM SO MUCH THEYRE SO DUMB AND SO IN LOVE GRAHHHHH

Saving Grace by anonymous

TRIGUN SPOILERS - biblically accurate vash. big angel boy

Meryl gets injured and vash tries something new in order to help her

uhhhh if you like monsters and big angels and kisses then uhhhhh this is for you

Roots by @magadauthan

Meryl and Vash have a… whirlwind of a relationship. Vash notices something strange about his hair. Meryl makes him clean the bathroom.

soooooooo silly and domestic and dumb they heal each other its cute.

Interjacence by herdedcats (jaina <3)

Vash and Meryl can’t sleep and decide to make donuts in the middle of the night. Unfortunately that also leave a lot of time for evaluating feelings and confessing thoughts.

no comfort :(

this one is SO GOOD BY WHY DID IT HAVE TO HURT ME SO

Flying or Falling by @madnessmadness

MAXIMUM RIDE AND TRIGUN MIX AHHHHHHELFJFLEFJELKJFLEKJFLJE

my two niche interests slammed together and its so good aldkjfsljdflkj

Bluebells by @needle-noggins

once again, i don't like explicit content, but sav gets me HOOKED IN WITH THE COMFORT AND THE CHARACTER BUILDING AND THE WAY THESE TWO LOVE EACH OTHER SO DESPERATELY THEY WANT TO HELP EACH OTHER SO BAD

Like a Limb by @commander-goo

points aggressively

you like post trimax ? you like feathers and hurt/comfort ???

YOU LIKE THIS

READ THIS

Wait, he can do that? by anonymous

SOFT

FEATHERY AND SOFT AND GOOD

meryl gets a glimpse into vash's ..... dreams.... and gets a bit flustered

millywood

Absolution by SMP

companion piece to tension, describes the intimate moment between Milly and Wolfwood just after he kills Zazie and before [MAJOR TRIGUN SPOILER]

one of the best millywood pieces out there. seriously so good and so soft and has some of the best imagery

i can see a lot of life in you by procrastinatingbookworm

Milly and Wolfwood share clothes

some trigun spoilers because of Wolfwood’s guilt :/

VERY POETIC AND VERY GOOD

In Eden by MicrosuedeMouse

a 98 fic where wolfwood happens to be alive 1!!! and he’s scared to come forward and see milly………….

but then he sees her

millynai

Zirconium Blues by @madnessmadness

alt au where Nai is the hero and Vash is the villain……..

ITS SO INCREDIBLE AHHHHHHHH I LOVE THIS ONE ITS SO POETIC AND AWESOME AND I LOVE LENI THEY FRICKING CATER TO ME AHHHH

milly takes care of an injured nai and shes so country i love her so much

In the Moonlight by @veilder

THIS WAS WRITTEN FOR ME ITS IN THE MEADOW CONTENT T-T

I LOVE VEIL SO MUCH THEYFJEFLEJFLSJD THEY DID THIS FOR ME AHHHHHHH

How to say "You are the sun to my moon" in Flowers by FullmetalDude1

a cute fic inspired by in the meadow and its suuuper sweet

this is a flowershop au where knives is essentially domesticated by milly and i love them so much

Interested in the fics i didn't mention? here you go Lace's Fanfic Catalog

[katnissdoesnotfollowback]

This or That: Everlark Edition

Katniss has a upturned nose or a hooked nose

Katniss is under 5’3 or over 5’7

Peeta is strong and muscular or chubby and round

Peeta has two dimples or dozens of freckles

They grow back together in less than 1 year or after 2 years

They’re very vanilla or they like to try spice

Ooooh I sign on to post a belated six sentence sunday and find this little treat in my inbox. Thanks for the ask, Anon!

Hooked nose for Katniss, and she is definitely 5'3" or shorter.

Peeta is always strong and muscular, but I usually picture him as being more chonky than ripped. There's some pudge on top of those muscles. A few years post war, he's a little more chubby and round than he was before. Can still totally throw his wife over his shoulder and carry her around like she's... a sack of flour. ;)

I usually don't picture him with dimples in canon because I feel like Katniss would've mentioned those. In au fanfic though, I sometimes give him dimples, as a treat. A sprinkling of freckles.

Okay so unpopular opinion, most likely, but I think that there's so much that they will be grieving and working through that at around the one year mark they aren't yet officially married. They're definitely in a serious relationship, but to me it's... argh okay. When they send her back to 12, Katniss is told that she's being exiled their indefinitely. Then she never mentions it again, not to tell us that the exile has been lifted, not to tell us that it's more of a lax exile just don't cause trouble wink wink nudg nudge, kind of deal. So to me, she and Peeta need to grieve, need to heal significantly, need to grow back together while doing all of that, which in a way includes relearning who the other person is. They need to renew their commitments to each other, make sure the other person does not doubt their love is real, and also Katniss has to somehow make sure Peeta knows she actually wants to stay in 12 with him and that she's not just staying there with him because she's exiled.

BUT at that one year mark, even if they're not fully married and living together, utilizing every horizontal and several vertical surfaces for nefarious purposes... the entirety of district 12 knows they're basically married anyways.

I feel like that needs some clarification. A lot of the district 12 residents post war will have been in 13, so they would've known or suspected that something was Not Right with K&P after Peeta's rescue. He's not seen for a long time, and then when he is, he's got guards and he's wearing manacles. He's rarely ever close to Katniss. The cafeteria scene happens in front of a crowd. There's no way rumors weren't a flying after Katniss books it out of there and Delly winds up screeching at Peeta and he's dragged out by his guards. So they knew something was up in 13, but they also know that Everlark is endgame at the end of a year after the war.

I don't think it'd take more than two years tho, if that makes sense. I like giving them that wiggle room to heal.

As for you last question, I hesitate to put a name to it because to me, modern day tumblr's concept of "spicy" is not canon Everlark's concept of "spicy." I know what kind of kinky mofo's you all are, and I don't think they get up to that level of spice. But I also don't think they fit modern day tumblr's idea of vanilla either. I think they get up to plenty of spicy shenanigan's. It's not always sweet and tender and two positions with them. Also Peeta has a dirty dirty mouth and once Katniss gets Peeta in her bed for good, they discover that she is insatiably curious.

Maybe that's a copout answer, but that's what I think!

<3 kdnfb

[diavolo-is-babygirl]

Diavolo x Male MC Fic: Pumpkin Spice Lattes

The crisp autumn air carried the scent of fallen leaves and something sweet and spicy that danced through the open door of the cozy coffee shop. Inside, the warmth enveloped him like a soft embrace, the golden light spilling from ornate lamps illuminating the carved wooden tables and the cheerful chatter of patrons. The inviting aroma of freshly brewed coffee mixed with hints of cinnamon and nutmeg, creating an atmosphere of comfort that felt like home.

In a snug corner, Diavolo sat with a regal grace, draped in a navy scarf that complemented his striking features. He was immersed in a book, his bright eyes flickering over the pages, though every so often, he would glance toward the door, a smile teasing the corners of his lips as if he were expecting someone special. When the bell above the door jingled softly, the sound made his heart leap. MC stepped inside, his cheeks flushed from the cool air, wearing a warm sweater in soft hues of burgundy that matched the season. As he approached, his shyness washed over him, butterflies swirling in his stomach. He could hardly believe he was about to share a pumpkin spice latte with Diavolo for the first time.

“Hey there!” Diavolo’s voice was warm and welcoming, wrapping around you like the softest blanket. He set his book aside, his attention fully on MC. “You made it! I was just thinking about you.”

“Hi, Diavolo,” he replied, his voice barely above a whisper. He felt his cheeks heat under Diavolo’s gaze, and he tucked a strand of hair behind his ear, stealing a glance at the menu board. “I, um, thought I’d try the pumpkin spice latte since it’s autumn…”

His smile widened, illuminating the room more than the golden lights. “Great choice! I just ordered one myself. There’s something magical about sharing a seasonal drink, don’t you think?”

He nodded, the warmth in his chest spreading as he found his seat across from him. The barista soon arrived with two steaming cups, their spicy aroma wafting through the air, and MC couldn’t help but smile as Diavolo carefully picked up his cup. “Here’s to new beginnings,” the prince said, lifting his drink as if it were a glass of fine wine, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “And to pumpkin spice!”

“To pumpkin spice!” MC echoed, his heart racing at the ease in his presence. He took a sip, the sweetness dancing on his tongue, and it felt like a soft embrace of autumn wrapped around him. Diavolo watched him, his gaze tender and encouraging. “What do you think? It’s delightful, isn’t it?”

“It’s amazing,” he said, a little too quickly, his nerves bubbling to the surface. “I mean, it’s like… like a warm hug in a cup.”

“I completely agree,” he replied, his laughter bright and infectious, filling the space between them with a joyful energy. As Diavolo sipped his drink, the moment felt so simple yet extraordinary, as if time had slowed just for the two of them. But soon, his thoughts began to swirl like the leaves outside. The feeling in his heart—a sweet, gentle longing for Diavolo—pressed against his chest. MC hesitated, the words swirling in his mind, tangled up with his shyness. But MC wanted to share his truth, to let him know how much he meant to him.

“Diavolo,” he began, his voice trembling slightly, “there’s something I’ve been thinking about… someone I really care about.”

His expression turned serious, encouraging, as he leaned closer, his gaze unwavering. “I’m listening.”

MC swallowed hard, his heart racing as he steeled yourself. “I think… I think I’m in love with them. But I’m scared to say anything because… what if they don’t feel the same way?”

A warmth blossomed in Diavolo’s eyes, and he nodded thoughtfully, understanding etching his features. “That’s a brave thing to admit,” he said gently. “But you deserve to let them know how you feel. Love is a risk, yes, but it’s also the most beautiful adventure you can embark on.”

MC looked down at his cup, the swirling patterns of foam reflecting the tumult of emotions inside him. “But what if it ruins our friendship?”

“The beauty of friendship lies in honesty,” he replied, his voice a soothing melody. “True connection grows when we are brave enough to be vulnerable. If this person truly cares for you, they’ll appreciate your honesty, regardless of the outcome.”

His words wrapped around him like a warm shawl, the doubts slowly fading like mist under the sun. MC met his gaze, and in that moment, he felt the connection between them deepen, the possibility of something more shimmering just beneath the surface. “I want to tell them,” he whispered, the determination building within him. “I really do.”

“Then do it,” Diavolo urged, his smile encouraging and bright. “You’re strong, and your heart is full of light. Don’t be afraid to let it shine.”

He nodded, feeling emboldened by his faith. The atmosphere around him transformed, the beauty of autumn reflected not just in the world outside but in the warmth that filled the space between them. As they shared the warmth of the pumpkin spice lattes, MC realized that no matter where his confession led him, he would always have this moment—the laughter, the friendship, and the gentle encouragement from Diavolo that gave him the strength to take the leap.

And as the sun dipped lower, casting golden light over the café, MC felt a sense of hope blossoming within his heart, ready to embrace the beauty of what was yet to come.

[stormyoceans]

I don’t want to take First Note of Love away from you but I am here to HIGHLY ENCOURAGE you to watch this week’s Monster Next Door! It’s so cute and fluffy!!!! 💕💕💕

(And this week’s 4minutes was extra spicy 🌶️ but I know that’s not what really entices you lol)

CAUGHT UP WITH BOTH SHOWS TODAY AND YOU ARE SOOOOO RIGHT ANON THIS WEEK'S EPISODE OF MONSTER NEXT DOOR WAS SO CUTE IM STILL GIGGLING BLUSHING KICKING MY FEET LIKE A FOOL

FORGET THE MONA LISA I NEED THIS TO BE HANGING AT THE LOUVRE IN ITS PLACE

i may not be going crazy over monster next door but i need everyone to know that this is entering into my list of comfort shows. it feels exactly like this picture, like a warm loving cuddle after a hard day, a place where you can just BE without having to worry about anything else, and it really is so nice to see these two boys figure out how to love each other and build a relationship together one little step at a time. they're both so very tender and sweet and vulnerable, and there's something so very precious in that

shout out to my man diew for being stronger than i will ever be tho i would have already climbed that man like a tree (and the fact that he hasn't yet is exactly why i WILL be going insane when they finally kiss)

on the other hand im having such a weird relationship with 4 minutes and im currently so annoyed with myself about it, because on paper it seems like the kind of shows i would absolutely love and lose my mind over, and yet im not and it's SO INCREDIBLY FRUSTRATING because i don't understand WHY. UGH. i still enjoyed the episode very much tho and im curious to see how things will go from here!!!!!

[gg-selvish]

please share your analysis

i talked about this on twitter so forgive me those who are gonna see me repeating myself but that clip is just so fascinating if u take a step back and compare it to the way dnn interact with each other because theyre all friends and theyre all in love or whatever but their duo dynamics are so drastically different from each other and the way they balance out as a trio is like the whole reason i ship them. every duo works despite how the tropes/dynamics/dare i say behaviours are unique yet the trio is like perfect balance

anyway. let's talk about george saying 'wait'

george has self-imposed rules of how he interacts with people and how others interact with him. we learned this from everyone in the uk and customer service workers who have talked about him where he can be a sweet people pleaser while still being a little spicy but he does know how to be normal. then he gets to florida with people he's incredibly close to and comfortable with and all we hear is 'george sucks' 'george is a menace' 'george is crazy' so as we all know people are multi-facetted, but i think george is especially multi-facetted and even multi-faced at times. there's like a different george for streaming, videos, in call, uk irl, florida/la irl, and then everything we don't see is a whole other george i can't even begin to think about

but im getting distracted. the wait. the dnn.

when george is talking to people he's close to, especially dream, sapnap, and now karl as they've gotten closer, he has more rules. like karl and sapnap pointed out in banter he has long pauses in between sentences and gets frustrated when he's interrupted when people don't know they're interrupting him so he just gets louder and more persistent and it drives sapnap especially crazy. it's so fascinating to me how things that dream is comfortable with an appreciates about george drives sapnap right up the wall. because he still loves george so much, you can tell it from the way theyre glued to each other and talk about each other constantly even if its negative. if he didnt like him he wouldnt be sharing stories about him constantly, yknow? he's mad and ranting but theres this lingering fondness under the frustration that brings me back to 'we wouldnt be friends if we werent already friends' and a lot of people took that as 'i dont want to be friends with you' but i read it as 'we're such a good friends you can do anything to me and no matter how pissed i get we're still gonna be friends because i decided 7 years ago that we're stuck together'

sorry sorry. the wait. the wait.

george does this all the time in calls. we see him do it with solo streams too. he reeeeeeeeeeeeally draws out goodbyes because i think he hates them. he says hes leaving and gonna end then reads pieces of chat or shares another anecdote then says hes gonna end again and doesnt again.

for dream this is amazing. he loves listening to george no matter what and entertains all of his weird mannerisms easy as breathing because he's a simp for him and infatuated and we all know this. a telling example of this is when theyre streaming and george does this exact thing

g: im leaving

d: ok bye

g: wait *says something else*

d: *waits and listens*

and then they get sucked into another conversation and go on or they move to an offstream call to continue what they were talking about because dream would listen to george read the newspaper and be enthralled. we know this. dnf is real. but sapnap is different

sapnap is george's favourite thing to needle. he pokes and prods at him until he's riled up and frustrated which is puts george on the moon with amusement because it makes him laugh and it means sapnap cares about him. their bickering back and forth is pure quality time, and when george gets quiet and starts to get soft it's sapnap's turn to make him uncomfortable. this is what they do... they find each other's tender underbelly and wait for the right moment to deliver a blow. it's a love language and a reminder of their dynamic which is fighty and spicy and always on their toes. they have their soft and sweet moments but their preferred way of interacting is lightning speed fighting back and forth to feel alive

but the wait.

george did exactly what he does with dream in that clip. says he wants to leave and is told not to leave and says hes gonna leave anyway so sapnap, who isnt dream, goes 'ok dude bye' and then HE WAITS. HE WAITS FOR GEORGE TO SAY WAIT BECAUSE HE KNOWS HE DOESNT WANT HIM TO HANG UP YET HE WANTS HIM TO WAIT. HE KNOWS THE RULES. george says wait and sapnap hangs up.

sapnap is satisfied with himself for putting george in his place and george doesnt get that from a lot of people 'has anyone ever said no to you?' sapnap has. sapnap does it all the time. sapnap is a firm hand on george's scruff and keeps him from playing mind games like an expert zookeeper and it's absolutely fascinating to watch.

i would love to see a moment like this in a threeway call and see how it balances out. it's literally like a lab experiment to me

[atonalginger]

It's Snippet Sunday! I know this because @fangbangerghoul tagged me and thank you for that. I'm trying out a new banner I put together, trying to spruce up the posts.

Today's snippet is from The Ranger and the Deputy. Still working away on the mini case intermission before act 3 and the ranger questline picks up.

I'm going to toss it under a cut to save dashboard scrolling, there is a brief hint of spice (some touching) but the two small scenes are not spicy on purpose.

Diego had repeated that stupid knock of his four times now as he stood at the front door. Kitty had grabbed a fresh towel an slipped into the bathroom to start the shower while Delgado reluctantly pulled his pants and undershirt back on and went to answer the door. A very vocal part of Del’s mind wanted to pop Diego for the intrusion but it wouldn’t undo the loss of their tender moment.

He didn’t know what had compelled him to ask that of her but the way his name rolled off her tongue filled him with a warmth and happiness he hadn’t felt in a long time. Which frightened him as he thought about it. Diego knocked a fifth time, each fist strike filled with agitation.

Del threw the door open and snarled at his fellow ranger, “someone better be fucking dying, Diego.”

“Not yet,” Diego leaned against the door frame, “but the way a friend of yours from Neon is acting, people might soon.”

“What?” Delgado glared at Diego, his hand still on the door, wanting to slam it shut.

“The Weasel showed up in the Rock begging for someone to throw them in a cage. Says they’ll only talk to you so Blake told me to come get you. It’s not like them to leave Neon so Blake figured it was serious.”

Del closed his eyes and took a deep breath through his nose, trying not to scream. Blake was right, it was serious. Reed wasn’t supposed to leave Neon per the terms of their probation. And for all the shit they got into, the Weasel wasn’t stupid, it was why they worked so well together.

“Give me ten minutes and I’ll be back in the Rock to see the little shit,” Del rubbed his temple.

“Blake wants you to being Kitty along, good training opportunity,” Diego said.

“Ten minutes.”

--

“What did Diego want?” Kitty asked as Del stepped under the water with her. Her hair was full of suds as she massaged her scalp, her eyes closed and head tilted back.

“We’re being called back into work. One of my people in Neon showed up in the Rock begging for a cell and Blake wants us to talk to him.” Del rubbed on her body, cupping her breasts and bum before setting about washing his own hair.

“Why can’t one of them talk to him?” Kitty asked as she rinsed her hair.

“Reed is very particular about who they deals with. We have a long history so they’ll only speak with me.” Del explained, “it happens when you deal with folks like this. Trust is hard earned and not every ranger works the same.”

“If that’s the case then why am I getting called in?” she asked.

Del could hear her squirt bodywash into her hand and then her touch on his chest. He stifled a moan and cursed their need to hurry; he wanted to pin her to the shower wall and take her so badly, risk of slipping on the tile be damned.

“Blake wants you helping,” Del explained, “this will be a good learning opportunity for you.”

“And this can’t wait till the morning because?” he could hear her irritation. She gave him a couple playful strokes before turning to rinse her body. Clearly she had other ideas as well.

“This person is not supposed to be traveling, them showing up means they skipped town and will have Neon security hunting them. Coming directly to us means there’s a problem that can’t wait, otherwise they’d have just sent me a slate.”

“What do you think is the problem?” she asked as she smoothed condition into her hair.

“For Reed to flee town?” Del sighed through his nose, “It would mean either their boss is dead or is planning something stupid.”

“Who is his boss?”

“Luca Episcopo,” Del traded places with her to rinse his hair and body, “insists he be called The Bishop by most in Neon because the man doesn’t have a single clever bone in his body. He manages a bar his father owns in Ebbside and oversees a smuggling ring on the side. They run guns and hooch.”

“Oversee?” Kitty asked, “Who’s actually in charge then?”

“Ah, you picked that up,” he smiled, “Reed does. Luca is a lazy shit who delegates everything to other people. Just like his old man. So the head bartender actually runs Boleo and Reed runs the smuggling operations while Luca takes designer drugs and drinks in his VIP booth. Because his family has influence in Freestar politics he’s safe from Syndicate interference as well as Neon security. Or was, since I get the feeling that’s why Reed is hiding in a cell instead of working.”

“Boleo? Is that the club Helga mentioned a while back?” Kitty asked as she rinsed the conditioner from her hair.

“Yes, it is.”

“I’m guessing if we have to head out there we won’t have time for fun, will we?” she was grinning, her head back while she ran her hands through her wet hair.

“We’ll see,” he said.

[nachmann]

till death do we move onwards. I want to be become a wild predator i want to eat your bones like water-toffee; soft, sweet and salty a little spicy like you holding my wrists down and a lot bitter like when you left me; ashes to ashes i will come back to you and hold you tenderly, perhaps not as beautiful as the way the scrolls return-- but losing you, of course... a reminder why i must eventually return the scrolls; give up a tender grasp... till death do we move onwards, pt 2.

To let go of something you love, because life demands more than just this ardent love. humility still bothers me and makes it hard to put words to my lips, but i would not be here if you had not existed, either. and yet, i cannot speak to you. so i must persist. every stone i leave is permenant, at least in my heart. - AHE

[southernfriedsims-blog]

I’m Not My Parents-Gen 1, Part 1

Spring, Henford-on-Bagley, Peas and Love Compound, Part 1

I am never going to have this baby, Novalee Watkins thought to herself. She was a week past her due date and her dreams of delivering here at the commune were fading fast. She kept hearing things from other women like, “This is normal for your first baby. Mine was two and half weeks late!” or “Did you try eating something spicy and squatting a bunch? That’ll do it I bet!” 

The truth was she didn’t care how it happened, she was just ready to deliver. Beckett had been waiting on her, hand and foot, and as sweet as he was it was starting to grind her nerves to dust. She wasn’t handicapped, she was pregnant. No, she didn’t need to help getting in and out of bed and no, she didn’t want him to handle the washing and hanging the clothes on the line. Something about his incessant attention was starting to suffocate her and she was beginning to feel guilty because she knew he was just trying to help. 

It must be hard, she realized one night enjoying the kicks and rolls inside of her pregnant belly, to be an expecting father. Beckett didn’t know how it felt when the baby would do a flip after drinking something cold or enjoy the idea that you were carrying life inside of you. 

“What smells so good?” He walked into the kitchen and over to the sink to wash the dirt from under his fingernails. The morning had been busy between tending the garden and tending to their cow, Rose, who had recently had a blocked udder. Thankfully, a warm compress and extra milking sessions had done the trick. She was now grazing happily in the back near the tree line where the sweetgrass grew.

“Cornbread and turnip greens.” Novalee gestured with her elbow to the plate of food resting on top of the stove covered with a cloth. “I’m going to make a cobbler, too.” 

He looked over at her with a wide grin as he dried his hands on the towel that hung over the sink. “How did I get so lucky, huh?” She smiled as he leaned in and kissed the top of her head and retrieved his lunch plate. 

“How’s Rose this morning? Did she give you any trouble?” she asked. 

Beckett shoveled a heap of greens into his mouth and shook his head in approval. He tore a piece of cornbread off and crumbled it onto the turnip greens. After he finished chewing, he nodded again.

“Yes, I think I went too long before milking her yesterday morning. I didn’t mean to get off schedule, I just - well, you know I was a little preoccupied.” His cheeks flushed pink and he focused his attention back on his lunch. She smiled remembering their sunrise tender touches. 

“I can’t believe you blush when woohoo comes up in conversation.” 

“I do not!” he choked on his cornbread and reached over for the glass of milk on the table. She turned and laughed, pointing at her heavily pregnant belly. 

“I mean, it’s pretty obvious we do it.”

After he finished his milk, he leaned back in his chair and let out a satisfied sigh. “I am proud of that.” he said, gesturing to her belly. He brought his empty dishes to the sink and rinsed them. Novalee placed the cobbler into the oven and set the pear-shaped kitchen timer. Soon, their small kitchen would be filled with the smell of buttery golden peach cobbler.  

“I am going to work on that broken fence this afternoon. I’m not sure what happened, but I don’t want those foxes getting to the chickens.”  

“Did the egg hatch yet?” 

“Not yet. Should be any day now, though.” 

He grabbed his work gloves from the kitchen drawer and gave her one last peck on the cheek before heading back outside. “Looking forward to dessert.” he winked. 

She turned back to stare at the oven, resting her hands on her heavy belly. 

Any day now. 

[arsenalgbt]

Ben's would be smooth and he'd take so many pictures of them. His chest filling out was his favourite part of being pregnant. Leo's were also smooth af because he just didn't like the change and wanted to do something that made him feel good during his pregnancies (he swears he's never getting pregnant again after Tomás, he starts thinking about when they should start trying for their fourth like six months after giving birth to him). Ben and Leo both went to beauticians to get them done, Leo took Ben the first time and it was one of their things. Some of their best bonding happened while they were pregnant together. Dec was a little jealous. Kai doesn't plan on doing anything to his, he likes his chest hair but one night he just feels the need to have his chest smooth and shyly asks Declan to help him shave. His chest is so tender and his nipples so sensitive and of Dec somehow ends up leaving hickies on his chest and sucking his nipples well that's their business - 💙🤍 kt anon

shyly asks Declan to help him shave. His chest is so tender and his nipples so sensitive and of Dec somehow ends up leaving hickies on his chest and sucking his nipples well that's their business

YOU KNOW VERY WELL they will end up fucking.............. Declan is so weak........... god...

also loving the ben Leo bonding moment. idk I need to google postpartum depression but like, I'm thinking, when Ethan was still in his belly (not materialised yet as a whole baby lol) ben was actually fine with his pregnancy , ya feel me? he was EXCITED. shopping for baby clothes and top grade super safe organic non hypoallergenic baby products and decorating Ethan's nursery ahshfhajk. including grooming himself (moisturising, stretching exercising including shaving). goddamn yeah deffo. Leo being Tomas is his 3rd child, he's a veteran. he prefers to be smooth. and no sorry Tomas is their last LOL

AJSFAAJF DECLAN BEING JEALOUS CUZ HIS BFFS ARE COMPARING BOOBIES or like, kieran mumbling "I don't think you should look at them" cuz, u know, Leo is married, is his husband, and ben is:

he'd take so many pictures of them. His chest filling out was his favourite part of being pregnant.

JAJHSDFJAJSFA IMAGINE BEN still hoping teeny wee bit that kalvin would be back AJSFDAJF thus the spicy boobs pics yo...

like. guard thy eyes ye single man!

[jamesahector]

From Mild to Wild: Dern Hot Pickles Sizzling Range of Heat

Introduction

I love a good pickle. I've been known to eat them straight out of the jar with my fingers, but I'm not ashamed.

The Hot Hot Pickle Extra Special

The hot pickles extra special is our most fiery pickle. It's two spicy pickles in one jar, with chilli and garlic to give you a real kick.

The ingredients are sourced from the best suppliers, so you can be sure that they're fresh, natural and delicious too. The jar is made in England using recycled glass (and it can be recycled again once you're done).

From Mild to Wild

From mild to wild, the dern hot pickles sizzling range of heat is a Spicy Pickle lover's dream come true. With three levels of heat and various flavours, you'll surely find something that suits your taste buds.

Let's take a look at each one:

Mild - The perfect choice for those who like their pickles on the mellow side, this flavour will leave your mouth feeling refreshed and tingly with just a hint of spice.

Medium - If you want something that packs more punch than the mild but isn't too overpowering either, this level is ideal for people who want something with some kick.

Wild - For those looking for an extra kick in every bite (and maybe even some tears), then look no further than our wildest offering yet.

Dern Hot Pickles, for some, are a way of life.

For some, Dern Hot Pickles are a way of life. An obsession. A passion. A love affair with the hot and dill pickles that will never end.

And for these people, there's nothing more important than getting their hands on those fiery little jars as soon as possible - preferably without waiting in line at the grocery store or fighting through crowds at the farmers' market.

An obsession, if you will.

But pickles are more than just a way of life. They're an obsession, a passion and a hobby for many people.

Pickles are also a pastime for those who like to try new things on their own time. There's nothing more satisfying than having some delicious pickles after you've finished doing whatever it is that you do in your free time (which could be anything from watching TV or playing video games).

This is the kind of love that runs deep and comes from the depths of your soul.

This kind of love runs deep and comes from the depths of your soul. It's a love that can't be denied, no matter how much you try to fight it (or even if you don't).

When someone asks me why I love pickles so much, I always say: "Because they're hot."

A pickle can be so much more than just a cucumber in vinegar.

In fact, the pickle is one of the most versatile foods out there. It can be used in soups and salads, as an appetizer or side dish, and even as the main attraction on its own. The most popular pickle sandwich is probably made with breaded chicken tenders instead of sliced bread (or even mayonnaise). This version contains no actual cucumbers, but don't tell anyone else that because they might not want to try it if they knew how easy it was to make.

Dern Hot Pickles are a range of spicy pickled vegetables that deliver heat, flavour and crunch in a single jar.

We use fresh vegetables, never frozen.

No additives or preservatives.

Our pickles are preserved in vinegar, spices and salt.

As the name suggests, these are not your average pickled vegetables. The Dern Hot Pickles range includes a variety of flavours: dill pickle, green tomato and mustard - all with their own unique twist on spicy heat levels. They're perfect for burgers or as an accompaniment to cheese boards at parties - just add some cheese sauce for an extra kick.

The Tangy Too Hot To Handle Pickle Deluxe

This pickle has a fiery kick that's not for the faint of heart. It's spicy, it's tangy and it packs a serious punch. The Dill Pickle Flavour really shines through in this pickle with its strong dill flavour--you can almost taste the freshness. This is what makes this pickle so special: there are no preservatives or additives in these deluxe delights. They're made with organic ingredients, non-GMO soybeans and no artificial colours or flavours either (just like all Dern Hot Pickles products).

The Tangy Too Hot To Handle Pickle Deluxe comes in a jar of twelve individually wrapped slices which makes them perfect for sharing around at parties or keeping on hand when you need something spicy to spice up your day.

From mild to wild, our range will have you reaching for another jar before you know it.

From mild to wild, our range will have you reaching for another jar before you know it. They're the perfect snack and can be enjoyed with a range of foods including cheese or meat.

They're low in calories and packed with flavour. Each delicious pickle has its own unique taste to keep things interesting.

Whether you like your food hot or prefer something a little more mild, we've got you covered.

Whether you like your food hot or prefer something a little more mild, we've got you covered.

The Dern Hot Pickles Sizzling Range of Heat comes in two heat levels: mild and wild. If you're up for something spicy (but not too spicy), go for the mild version. For those who like things on the wild side, try our hot pickles with dill pickle flavour or green tomato and mustard flavours.

The Insanely Over the Top Pickle Extremely Spicy

The Insanely Over the Top Pickle Extremely Spicy is a hot and spicy pickle made from fresh vegetables. It has been rated as one of the most popular hot pickles by customers, who recommend it for those who like their food spicy. If you're looking for something new to add some kick to your meals, this might be just what you need.

If you can handle the heat, give them a try.

If you're a fan of pickles, then this is the product for you. The Dern Hot Pickles Sizzling Range of Heat is perfect for those who want to spice up their lives with some extra flavour and heat.

The pickles themselves are made from fresh vegetables and are free from additives and preservatives. They come in two new flavours: "Hotter Than Hell" (which I recommend) and "Go Away Satan". If you can handle the heat, give them a try.

We use fresh vegetables - no additives or preservatives - to create our range of delicious pickles.

Dern Hot Pickles are not made with any artificial preservatives, additives or flavourings. We use fresh vegetables to create our range of delicious pickles that have been specially selected for their unique flavours and textures. Our products are then naturally fermented to create a delicious and healthy snack you can enjoy anytime.

The Chilly Chilly Pickle Wonder

If you're a fan of pickles, but looking for something with a bit more kick than your average dill variety, then this is the one for you. The Chilly Chilly Pickle Wonder has all the flavour of our original pickle but with an added chilli kick. The heat level is mild and it's great on sandwiches or just eaten straight from the jar (we won't judge).

Dern Hot Pickles have been rated as one of the most popular hot pickles.

Dern Hot Pickles have been rated as one of the most popular hot pickles. They are available in 2 new flavours, and each flavour has 2 heat levels to choose from.

If you're looking for a spicier kick, try Dern Hot Pickle's Habanero or Ghost Pepper varieties - both are deliciously spicy.

Dern Hot Pickles are available in 2 new flavours, and each flavour has 2 heat levels to choose from.

Dern Hot Pickles are available in 2 new flavours, and each flavour has 2 heat levels to choose from. The classic dill pickle flavour has been given a new twist with a green tomato pepper kick, while mustard pickles have been infused with chilli heat.

The range includes classic dill pickle flavour as well as green tomato and mustard varieties.

The range includes classic dill pickle flavour as well as green tomato and mustard varieties. Each variety has two heat levels to choose from, mild or wild, depending on how much heat you want to add to your meal.

The new flavours are:

Dill Pickle - Mild & Wild

Green Tomato - Mild & Wild

Mustard - Mild & Wild

Conclusion

Dern Hot Pickles are a range of spicy pickled vegetables that deliver heat, flavour and crunch in a single jar. The Tangy Too Hot To Handle Pickle Deluxe From mild to wild, our range will have you reaching for another jar before you know it. Whether you like your food hot or prefer something a little more mild, we've got you covered. The Insanely Over the Top Pickle Extremely Spicy If you can handle the heat, give them a try. We use fresh vegetables - no additives or preservatives - to create our range of delicious pickles.

[laguezze]

Since my first PAC was quite a success I'm here for more!

PAC Reading: Random messages from your soulmate

I'm doing this thinking of a romantic soulmate, the one and only definitive one. You know who lol.

W A R N I N G ⚠️

It's honest, it's blunt, it's me 💅

Cussing

Also, might get a bit non PG. I'm gonna try keep it PG 16+ so if you're under that age pls leave and focus on school and your dreams because that's what's important right now. Don't rush love, sweetie. It will come to you when it's meant to come to you.

Are we ready? Stacy gworls, it's going 👇

(if you get that reference you're an MVP)

Let's go!

Pile 1

Pile 2

Pile 3

PILE 1

Hey girl (that's what I channeled, don't come at me). What you doin' (imitating that one F.R.I.E.N.D.S character i don't remember the name of)

Let's listen to Bruno Mars together and dance under the moonlight on our living room.

I guess there isn't much moonlight on our living room, though.

Oh well, whatever. You get what I mean.

Listen, our life may be simple but we're not. We're complicated. You more than me, though, I'm a little dumb sometimes.

Can we get a dog? A big intimidating one, not a Chihuahua pls you know i can't stand those little freaks. They freak me out, i don't get the hype around them.

I wanna grow old with you, but stay young at the same time. I am afraid of stopping with age. I wanna do things with you forever, I want nothing to stop me. Lol that has connotations if you know what i mean *wink wink*

Anyways, babe. I love everything about you. Even when you're a grumpy h*e and cuss me out for not throwing expired cheese away.

I still believe cheese doesn't expire but i throw it away for you. Because i love you and i respect you and your weird ass stomach that can't handle expired cheese that's not actually expires because cheese overall does not expire ever.

AnywAYS i will stop trying to pick a fight over cheese.

I love you. 3000, 3001, 3002, 3003...

Ok I'll stop

I'll see you soon when i get home.

Your one and only local dumbass.

I love your person skdjdjdjjd they are hilarious I'm ded.

PILE 2

Wassup, bestie. One word: YoLo

(what is wrong with your person, they seem to like teasing you with weird slang skdjdjjd love that)

Moving on, can we like... Talk? You've been so distant lately and it hurts me to realize how far away we are from each other both psychically and mentally.

I don't get why we can't just love each other, it's so unfair.

I love you too much to handle, and I will be there every step of the way. I don't care if you're not successful right now, you will be soon and I'll be there with a sign that says: YOU DID IT! screaming your name.

You are my best friend and my lover simultaneously but you also are my family.

I simply can't live without you.

Please don't give up on me, or your dreams, or anything. Just do not give up.

I love you, ok?

Thanks for being in my life.

Random but i got: spicy tamale, spicy chicken, chicken tenders, 22, LGBTQ community, church

PILE 3

Hey love,

I don't have much to say, you know who i am. Even if you don't know me yet, i am there in your subconscious, letting you know that i exist, letting you know that i acknowledge your existence and can't bare this time in separation.

But worry not, as our souls will find each other. Maybe not soon, but trust that they will. We are meant to be together, always and forever.

You say i remind you of your childhood crush, you say I'm like Edward Cullen and i act like i hate it but i don't. The fact that i resemble something you love so dearly makes me feel important, as if I've been there with you forever.

Plus, vampires are sexy creatures.

I'm glad we don't know each other yet here in the real world. I cannot believe what a mess i am right now. But I'll straighten up for you, dear. I always do.

Stop overthinking and worrying. You'll do great at that function. You always do great and it pains me to see you so nervous. I'll be there in spirit sending you flowers and love. Always with you, no matter what.

I love you, sweetheart. You and your small, little hands.

DANG Y'ALL, WE GETTIN THAT BELLA SWAN ERA WITH THIS PERSON. (I picked this one)

THE END

Hope it resonated!!