#one is like a true vanilla and the other smells like a vanilla cupcake

[hotgurl]

My perfumes have arrived n I put on my cologne and I feel sooooooooo cute I’m gonna wear it forever

[ma1dita]

it will pass

part two can be found here -> without a doubt

words: little under 2k

summary: Without a doubt, James Potter loves you. But he’s not in love with you.

warnings: none! fem!reader; i would die for best friend!james, did not demonize lily; angst, unrequited love, lil childhood speech impediment, cheesy nicknames, sharing clothes, will they wont they (they wont im sorry)

a/n: guess who just rewatched fleabag szn 2! i chose pain today sorry— god i missed writing. i am a words of affirmation gorl pls affirm me

(posted 9/8/23)

—

There isn’t a single doubt that James Potter loves you.

You’ve been attached at the hip since training broomsticks and pinky swears in Godric’s Hollow. You accidentally call a boy ‘Jam’ once because of your childhood speech apraxia, and he swears you’re meant to be his best friend.

“Don’t worry, I can be loud enough for the both of us, peanut!”

Like peanut butter and jelly, you two were a perfect match– and even better partners in crime. When James puts his mind to something, he sees it through. So even if you were honestly unable to string the words together, who were you to say no?

Technically it’s somewhat official too, by whatever imaginary power was bestowed upon the Potter’s house elf for your very elaborate backyard fantasy wedding the two of you had when you were seven. All of your parents were in attendance, along with your cat and you all had blueberry cupcakes after your first and only kiss.

“Miss Mippy pronounces you huzbind and wife!”

Giggles are heard all around as the tiny elf tripped on her way off the stool, knocking both your heads together. James lost a front tooth that day, but he grinned for the pictures your mothers took anyway. Without a doubt, he loves you.

—

There wasn’t anyone at Hogwarts who would expect one of you to be present without the other following behind. You never had to hold back your smart mouth because James was always willing to finish your fights. The both of you were a package deal, with your number of protectors growing once Remus, Sirius, and Peter came along. It was not a routine you both consciously established, but rather second nature to be in each other’s lives. Like how you always made sure his glasses were clean before quidditch matches and he’d chuck his extra jersey at your face for you to wear.

“Stay warm during the game okay? I’ll see you later, love you!”

He skated around your waist, blowing a raspberry onto your cheek as he grabbed his glasses from your fingers.

“Don’t fall off your broom. Love you too, loser.” You’re already tugging his jersey over your head, inhaling his signature scent of broom polish, cinnamon, and Sleakeasy’s hair potion.

James smiled at you softly, before running to meet up with his team. After Gryffindor won again, he threw you over his shoulder and you laughed and yelled that he smelled like sweat. He always tucked you in his bed after parties, wrapping you in his arms once the lights go out. Without a doubt, he loves you.

—

Your friendship is stronger than most romantic relationships, and as your teenage years fly by, both of you realize how rare that is. He often took you to the kitchens to eat vanilla sundaes after boys broke your heart (and they got black eyes to match, courtesy of him and the entire Gryffindor Quidditch team) and you would listen to him, building him up and calming him down through years of pining over a certain Lily Evans. You were there for each other through everything, silly crushes, secret trysts, boring detentions, and highly esteemed accolades. If there ever were such a thing as soulmates, you knew it had to be him, even if it was platonic. Just being around someone as vibrant as James made you consider yourself lucky.

You once saw your best friend with his head in his hands on your way to a date—he was moping after a nasty prank on Snape went wrong; it ended in Lily crying and after defending her albeit quite boisterously in true James fashion, he still didn’t get the girl.

He gets up to see you walking down the corridor to meet him halfway, and before you even speak he rubs his eyes, posture shrinking as his towering frame melts into your embrace.

“Don’t know why I thought it’d be different this time,” he mumbles, and you gladly carry the weight of his heart.

“Let’s go swimming in the Black Lake, ” you say suddenly, rubbing his broad back in small circles.

“But peanut, you have a date in an hour! You’re all dolled up and pretty...”

“I’ll have more dates. You need me right now, jelly. I’ve got you.” His nickname makes you blush a little more than you should sometimes, so you only ever pull it out as a trick up your sleeve to make him feel better.

“Love you,” you whisper, brushing through the hair at the nape of his neck.

He breathes easily for the first time in hours, mouth curling up from its frown when he sees you walk straight into the lake water with your nicest clothes on, not even hesitating for a moment. Without a doubt, he loves you.

—

When James puts his mind to something, he sees it through. So years later, when your best friend asks you if you could go wedding ring shopping with him to propose to the love of his life, who were you to decline? I mean, who else would go with him?

“Come on, (Y/N). I need my best girl with me to make the biggest decision of my life.” he’s practically moaning, the man ever so dramatic as he’s sprawled across your couch.

“And why aren’t you dragging Sirius with you again?”

Your eyebrow is raised as you stand at his feet, lifting his burly legs for you to place yourself under and get comfortable.

“What does Sirius know about women? He’d tell me to get the shiniest one and leave!” James’ yells into your throw pillow, anguished at the thought. You pull it off his face, before he quietly admits, “I just want to get it right.”

“When are we going?” you answer, without missing a beat.

Later that week, the saleslady recommends a wide array of glimmering engagement bands, none of which are for you. But you let yourself fall into the fantasy of the what-ifs, flashing back to your flower crown and candy ring wedding, wondering if it could’ve been you getting proposed to by him in another life.

“Would you like to try a few on?” the saleslady asks, assuming you two are together.

“Show me and my girl your best. No price limit.” he grins.

And how dare she assume that, as he puts his head on your shoulder, whisking you around the store to look at stunning rings, fingers brushing, and the both of you being able to communicate clearly with no words spoken. James plays along with the saleslady, finally choosing a whimsical-looking diamond setting placed upon your left ring finger. You remind yourself it’s not yours. Your heart comes to a screeching halt and you can’t help but feel all of a sudden like he’s being mean.

After all, he’s not yours, not really.

There is a little bit of doubt now and a weird tightness in your chest that makes you think of the possibility that you’re in love with James Potter.

—

Like a good best friend, you help him plan his proposal. James’ love is loud, pulling all the stops, and preferring the grandest of gestures.

“James, you are not proposing to Lily with a flash mob.”

“But it would be so cool! After all, my heart dances every time I see her face.” he wiggles his eyebrows as he takes a sip of his butterbeer.

“Your heart might, but you, unfortunately, are the worst dancer I’ve ever seen.” You laugh, reaching over to tug the quill out of his hand, crossing it off his list. He pulls you into a headlock, kissing the side of your face teasingly.

“What would I ever do without you, peanut?”

You wipe James’ spit off your cheek, pushing his face away, blushing from his attention.

“Combust, probably.”

Your heart is dancing now too, and you realize that there isn’t a single doubt that you’re in love with your best friend.

—

You keep yourself busy in the month before his proposal. It hurt learning too many details, such as what flowers he wanted to order to bring out her eyes (pink and yellow tulips), and scouting out the perfect location on the beach he picked (next to the lighthouse you and him visited as kids), even down to how he’d convince Lily to wear white without being suspicious (honestly he just expected you to do him a favor for this one). But after seeing each other almost every day for more than half your life, he knew something was off when you became distant.

James shows up at your apartment, his key in hand, but he decides to knock anyway. The sound of the TV is muffled, lowering in volume until he hears your footsteps pad over to the door and it swings open. You’re in one of his old Quidditch sweaters and fluffy blue socks.

“Hey. Wasn’t expecting you to come by.” You smile timidly, as he leans against the doorframe peering down at you.

“Never used to have to tell you.”

“James...” you stutter, before awkwardly opening the door completely. He shuffles towards the couch, keeping his shoes on as he sits at the end, and there’s a certain tension in the air that frightens you. You’re not sure if you’ll come out of this one unscathed.

“Talk to me (Y/N). What’s been going on with you? You don’t answer my calls, you don’t write back, hell, I haven’t seen you in a month because you started deadbolting your door. Did I do something?”

Yes, James Potter. Ever so blunt and to the point, your favorite person in the world is sitting on your couch uncomfortable with the fact that you’re not comfortable around him anymore.

You fight back against your instincts to tell him what’s wrong, but the three words escape your mouth before you can even take a breath.

“I love you.”

It’s silent. The floor creaks as you shift your weight onto your other leg. You lock eyes with him for the first time that night, and so many things are going through your head that you hope he’s able to pick up on how you’ve been physically aching, carrying the weight of his love for Lily for years.

James looks like he’s about to shake his head, and you beat him to it. You don’t want pity, and he knows that, but he mutters a consolation into the air.

“It’ll pass.”

No, it won’t. Not this.

You think he knows that too. He smiles sadly, watching you turn shrinking into yourself. You never were good at thinking before you spoke. A tear drips down your cheek as you look at your socks again. Your love for him is too big and too loud for your chest cavity to handle. This love feels like dramatic choral music clashing and banging around in your ribs.

“I’m—”

“Don’t apologize. This one’s on me,” you say, stopping him before he finishes speaking.

Without a doubt, James Potter loves you. But he’s not in love with you.

“What I was going to say...is that I’m going to have to ask you not to show up to the engagement party. It’ll be better for the both of us. We can start again from there if you want... Peanut...”

The term of endearment hangs in the air. Your dancing heart was a ticking time bomb after all. The fragments hit your insides, tearing you apart as it combusts, and you realize that nothing will be the same after this.

James stands abruptly, shoving his hands in his pockets. He hesitates before he kisses your temple, and for some reason, this feels like a goodbye. After all, when James sets his mind on something, he sees it through. He’s been set on Lily for years.

You’re his best friend, he swears. And there are no words you can think of to deny that.

—

The End

“I don’t know what to say,” he said.

“It’s okay,” she replied. “I know what

we are— and I know what we’re not.”

Lang Leav

[bleach-your-panties]

Tapping in for the v-day event…can I get tsukki for letters E, I, M and L pls🤭

For Tsukki-poo, you sure can, bby!🧡

(I love this gif of him - that's when he felt it. That's how it feels to be a winner, boy!😤)

❥⋱Kei Tsukishima:

❥⋱E - Entice: What scents turn him on? Your perfume/cologne maybe? Does he like scented candles, incense, etc.?

Tsukki would love strawberry-scented candles because he loves strawberry shortcakes. I can see him liking any candles that smell like a bakery: vanilla, cinnamon, chocolate, pumpkin spice. He likes those candles that smell exactly like cupcakes.

But on YOU, he likes only vanilla scents. 

“Smelling so damn good, making me think I should just eat you up. Maybe I will.”

He will bury his face between your neck and shoulder and kiss/lick you there to see if you taste as good as you smell. Which will then probably lead to him eating you out, claiming he needs to test his ‘theory’ in other areas of your body.

❥⋱I - I Love You: When did he first say ‘I love you?’

Now, with him, you know it took him some time because he’s a difficult bitch. Also, he didn’t really believe that someone like you could love someone like him because of his rude, snarky personality.

It’s true; when you met him in high school, you couldn’t stand him at first because of his attitude. The teacher assigned you both a group project and you both were thinking the same thing about each other: ‘they’re going to try to make me do all the work’

He didn’t like you, either, because you made him feel things other than irritation and self-doubt. That scared him.

Tsukki also had problems with trusting people due to his issues with his self-esteem and self-confidence. When you started showing interest in him, he just assumed that you were ‘trolling’ him. So, surprise surprise, when you told him that you liked him, he didn’t believe you.

After a while, once he saw that he wasn't getting rid of you anytime soon, he began to believe in the idea of someone genuinely loving him in a romantic sense.

You were the first to make the confession, to which he smirked cockily and put a hand atop your head.

"I love you, too, shrimp."

❥⋱M - Marry: How does he feel about marriage?

He wants to get married, but doesn’t feel like he’ll be good husband material; it’s difficult for him to express his emotions, okay? Tsukki knows that he loves you and you love him, but despite his aloof demeanor, he feels an immense feeling of insecurity when it comes to his love life. 

He feels that honestly you could probably do better than him, but after a while of dating you and spending nearly every waking moment together when he’s not studying or at volleyball practice, he begins to really see just how much you truly care for him.

Which is why after he scored the winning point for his end-season game as middle blocker for the Sendai Frogs, he bent down on one knee right there in the middle of the court. Everyone was already watching him anyway, so why not?

He debated waiting until after you both graduated college to ask you to marry him, but he figured why wait when you’ve remained by his side, supporting him and encouraging him for all of high school and then the majority of your college years?

You could hear his friends, teammates, mother, and especially his older brother, Akiteru, in the background cheering:

“That’s my little brother! The tall one, with the glasses! My little brother is getting married!”

❥⋱L - Lotion: Massage time! What kind of lotion, how does he massage you, or you to him!

Now you know if anybody is going to be massaging anybody, you're going to be massaging him!

His excuse is that his muscles ache after practice and he's not going to let anyone other than you put your hands on him in such an intimate manner. He also refuses massages from the team's specialist, which has gotten him scolded a couple of times.

Why let a stranger touch him when his beautiful fiancee can do that? Plus, afterward, he gets to fuck you. Win-win for him.

He'll probably choose just a simple massage cream with a neutral scent or one of your vanilla-scented body lotions since he likes them so much.

While you're massaging him, he'll be smirking and making perverted little comments to make you flustered, especially when you get to his thigh/groin area.

"Getting a little close to my dick there. Is someone needy tonight?"

----

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[androgynousblackbox]

How To Lose a Lucifer In 10 Days. 33 [Appleradio, Radioapple]

EXTRA: Editor's note

It was a lovely day in Hell. As lovely as it could get at least. The red sky was clear, the heat was manageable for most bodies and the natural aroma could be alright if someone losed only 60% of their sense of smell. Inside of the Hazbin Hotel, however, the smell of freshly made food was making the mouth of all of their residents waters as they came inside.

"Good morning everyone!" greeted them the king, managing multiple skillets at once. With barely a movement of his wrist, plates were started to get filled and taken to the table. "Apple pie!" said even louder when his daughter came in, still in pajama. The party celebrating the return of Lucifer had lasted longer than they expected, making for a very lazy amakening. "There is the precious princess I like to see! I made cupcakes with chocolate filling just for you, honey!"

"Dad" Charlie let out the word almost like a whine, coming to hug his neck from behind. She let out a long yawn. "Dad, what are you doing? I thought you would like to rest in and relax. If anyone earned doing that, it's you."

"Are you kidding me? This is relaxing for me!" Lucifer turned around and hugged her by the middle, squeezing her tight. Not going to mention how he could barely sleep a couple of hours before he had to come down to do something, anything, to not think about reuniting with Lilith to talk about the end of their marriage. He had already watered all the plants in the garden and around the hotel, so either it was starting to cook for everyone or clean every window, and nobody ever wanted to clean windows. Nobody except Niffty at least. But Charlie was not going to know a single thing about it until they had their talk. The poor girl had been through enough already too. "Come on, I missed doing stuff for you, sweetie!" said, holding her hands on his. "I will just finish with this and then I will come out for some business that I have been postponing long enough. When that is done, maybe we can watch a movie or something? Here or in the cinema, anywhere we want! I can buy you the cinema and make a permanent portal if you want!"

Okay, maybe he was overcompensating a little bit already because of the news he couldn't say. Divorce was never a pretty word that anyone wanted to hear, especially in reference to their own parents. He could recognize that was partly true, but also he just… missed his daughter too much and wanted to give her the whole world in a silver platter. Wasn't that a normal thing for a father to wish for? One just had to look the pretty face of his daughter to know, she deserved everything and so much more. He had not a single doubt about it.

Charlie snorted, squeezing him in return as much she could. Lucifer had missed terribly being corresponded like that. The other Charlie was kind and nice to him, as it was to be expected from any version of his daughter, but it was pretty clear for Lucifer she only viewed him as a guest at her hotel, not an actual family member. Of course he couldn't blame her for that either. The hugs of her actual daughter were with no doubt the best in any universe.

"I don't need a cinema, dad. But we can watch a movie later in the lobby."

"Sounds like a plan to me! I will bring some snacks when I get back” He smiled up to her and brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. “I missed you, kiddo” said, because he did, every day, and he wanted her to know that.

Charlie smiled and she was absolutely perfect, like the little girl that had to look up clinging to his leg.

“I missed you too” she said and then perked up. “Oh! Could you bring some pretzels? I haven't had those in ages!”

“And some ice cream too? I know” said before Charlie could say more. “Vanilla and strawberry with chocolate chips.”

“I actually like cookie dough and mint ice cream more now” said Charlie with a slight shrug. “But it's okay! That sounds good too!”

“Oh, not at all! If you want cookie dough and mint, you gotta have those! I will buy you the whole ice cream factory if you want!”

“Dad” Charlie chuckled.

“Alright, alright. How about a small ice cream parlor just for you? You can name it however you want” added with a wink.

“No!” She giggled.

“Why not?”

Charlie didn't respond this time, hugging him again to shut him up. It was pretty effective. Once they separated, she looked up.

“Oh, morning, Alastor!” greeted, looking to the entrance of the kitchen.

Lucifer turned around to see the radio demon standing there, holding his renewed staff in one hand.

“Oh, hey, bud…” Just as he was about to finish his sentence, in a second Alastor had already grabbed his arm and was dragging him outside to the garden.

In truth, Lucifer could just make himself too heavy to move or just reaffirm his feet on the ground if he wanted to. But for the moment he was too surprised to do anything else than follow along.

“You guys are not gonna fight, right?” Charlie was left wondering, her voice the only thing Lucifer could hear before the door closed. “Please, be nice!”

Alastor took him to the side. Only after they were at the shadowy portion of the hotel he let go and Lucifer stared at him with a frown, waiting for an explanation. The man still hadn't turned around, giving him a full view of his back as he gripped his staff.

“Good morning to you too” spat out when the silence continued.

“Who gave you the right?” said Alastor finally.

“Huh?” Now he was officially lost.

“That mirror. You knew what it was. That is how the other Alastor and his Lucifer kept in contact with their Evelyn, isn't it?”

Lucifer straightened up. Did… did they fucked up somehow?

“Y-yeah” He scratched his nape. “We just thought you might like to have that too. That is all.”

“You thought” started Alastor, remarking his words, “you could just casually come in and give me an open line of communication with my mother in Heaven, no strings attached? Without anyone in Heaven knowing or doing anything to stop it? My mother who didn't even know what I did to get here?” Alastor sighed deeply, looking up. He still hasn't turned so Lucifer saw only the back of his head. “Truly, your Majesty, your arrogance knows no bounds.”

“I… I am sorry?” it was all Lucifer could think to say. His first impulse was to get mad, but also, he had no idea what it was to lose contact with a parent who actually gave a shit about you. Maybe it was too much to receive by surprise at once. Maybe he should have warned the demon before time so he could prepare himself. An opportunity to process at least. None of that made it make more sense why Alastor would be this angry, but who knew with the sinner. “I didn't mean to…”

“I know you didn't” Alastor cut him out. “That makes it so much worse.”

Before Lucifer could think of how he was supposed to respond to that, Alastor turned around and did something even more baffling than anything else Lucifer had seen him do since they met. The radio demon was hugging him. Arms wrapped tight around him, squishing him tight, without any thought or care about how he could be crushing him if he was anyone else. The claws of the sinner gripped to his shoulder so tightly they were shaking with the force used, digging into his clothing. So close that Lucifer could hear the beating of his black heart, the expansion of his ribs as he inhaled deeply.

“Don't say a single word” came out the voice of Alastor close to his temple, strained. “If you tell anyone about this, no one will believe you. I will deny it.”

“Okay” was all Lucifer could say. Alastor was warm. Everything in Hell was warm all the time, so that wasn't surprising, but something about relating that attribute to that sinner did shock him. On top of the chest, where his face was pressed against, it was softer. The man smelled of cologne, something earthly that reminded him of tree barks and the soil you hold in your fist after it rains. He hesitantly lifted his arms and patted the back of Alastor, just because it felt more awkward than having them hanging at his sides. “I won't say anything.”

Lucifer felt the head of the demon nodding once. It seemed to pass a long time until Alastor managed to speak again, as if his words were a boulder he was pushing with his face.

“I still don't understand why you would do that.”

“We wanted to” Lucifer shrugged slightly, an unexpected blush coming to his face. Inside of that bigger body with the other Lucifer it just made all the sense of the world. This Alastor wanted to see his mom again, so they allowed it to happen. It was a simple wish that didn't cost much for any of them, so why not? “There is… really no more rhyme or reason than that. And just to be super clear right now, nobody was expecting you to do anything about it so, like, I don't know, we can pretend it never happened if you want?”

Alastor posture stiffen up.

“No.”

“No… what?”

“No, I won't do that” Alastor squeezed him again and started to separate. When one of his black hands came over his face, Lucifer frowned but let it when noticed there was no force behind the gesture. Alastor was not pushing him or turning him away, it was merely the cover his eyes and, by all of creation, he did not know why. Was he really that shy about being watched right now? Lucifer closed his fist at his side because if so, fuck, that was weird and too cute. “I prefer it if we can keep it between us. You still took way too many liberties in what is essentially my life without even consulting me about it first. This is the second time that this happens already, sir, and I would really prefer to not be a third. King or not, I do not appreciate people taking decisions for me. Are we clear?”

Alastor… didn't sound mad. He knew what a mad radio demon was and this wasn't it. Deciding that was a good sign on his favor, Lucifer swallowed up and nodded. That wasn't an unreasonable request at all.

“Okay, yeah, fair” said slowly.

Alastor took a moment, as if thinking his next words.

“I understand that other Lucifer and Alastor had a whole life together and an established dynamic that allows for such surprises. We do not. I would ask you to keep that in mind moving forward.”

“I already said fine, Alastor. I don't know what else you want from me” Lucifer sighed. This is what he got for trying to do a nice thing. He should have known that Alastor would manage to make that into something else. Father forbade that anything was simple with that sinner, apparently.

“Just one more thing. Could you close your eyes?”

Lucifer squinted under the darkness of Alastor's palm. But ended up nodding as he did just that, feeling that the hand was leaving his face to lift his chin up. He heard the sound of Alastor taking a step back before he felt the radio demon making contact with his lips. A tentative, still clumsy gesture. Nothing else but a simple kiss that didn't try to do anything else, and yet, it made his chest inflate like he couldn't remember doing a long time ago. When Alastor moved away, an actual sigh escaped him. He wanted to reach over and do it again, have more, this time get to explore the mouth of Alastor if he allowed it to, but he contained himself. When he just made the slightest movement forward, Alastor's hand came back to cover him even though he didn't lift his eyelids.

“When you are free, your Majesty, I will be the one cooking dinner for us” said Alastor. “Don't worry, no cannibal meat. That is a third date privilege at least.”

Under the darkness, Lucifer blinked, his eyelashes brushing the skin of the sinner.

“What happened to your busy schedule?” couldn't help to smirk.

“Luckily for you, it has found an unprecedent free space I can spare. As long certian issue is taking care of, that is.”

“I was going to go do that after breakfast. And hey, we still haven't told Charlie so…”

“I won't say a word, your Majesty. You don't have to worry about that. Just see you have it solved as soon as possible.”

Lucifer sighed, relieved.

“I will. Maybe another one for good luck?” Lucifer wiggled his eyebrows for more emphasis and heard a chuckle.

“No.”

Lucifer shrugged with an non chalant grin. He couldn't blame him for trying.

“I will tell you when it's done then?”

“Indeed. Have a good day, sir” Lucifer felt the hand of the sinner dissapearing from his face. When he saw the light again, all there was left was a black spot in the floor where Alastor stood before and a blink later, not even that.

He felt the impulse of using the golden doorknob to go run to the other Lucifer and ask him what was up with the covering eyes thing. Was that something that his Alastor did as well? When did it stopped? Was some kind of power move (probably), actual shyness (less likely but cuter) or something else entirely he wasn't realizing? The excruciating need to know now had him pursing his lips for a moment. But no, no. First go finish his issues with Lilith and see how they were going to break it off to Charlie later on. That was what was more important right now.

—----

“Sooo…” started the reigning king, serving some tea to the cup in front of Lucifer. On the other side of the table, the Alastor of that dimension took a calm sip of his coffee, “how did it go?”

“Surprisingly easy” commented Lucifer, instantly dumping a bunch of sugar cubes on his cup and pointedly ignoring the tail wrapped around Alastor's forearm. If it was normal for them, then who was he to question them? “As it turns out, when you have the best lawyers in Hell, even divorces of millenia old are so much easier. Lilith is taking one half of the palace until she finishes her own and always had her own bank account anyway, so we didn't had to talk a lot about that aspect. It was mostly title stuff things we had to look for. Basically, she is staying as the Queen for as long she is alive. If any of us remarries, they will be our Consorts. If we have children with someone else, they will be heirs to the throne just the same as Charlie, who is an adult anyway so we don't have to discuss her custody. And other legal bullshit stuff I had to sign on. I think by the end Lilith was more done with everything that I was” He chuckled, brushing his hair back. “One of my lawyers said they never saw a more amicable divorce. That is something, right? At least nobody is getting away bitter or angry. I might not get the award to best marriage, but I will get it to best divorce at least” said with a tiny giggle that was, for the most part, actually sincere.

There were times he still catched himself looking at his hand, at the finger that didn't had no ring anymore and felt nostalgic about it. Sometimes sad too, but those moment didn't last long.

When it first dissolved that day they both put their signatures down, he understood what Lilith meant with getting a sense of relief when she went to Heaven to try to argue for sinners. It was at the end of the day truly something that it was a long time coming and it was only now that they both accepted it. The body finally could rest underground where it should have been.

“And what about your Charlie?” asked the king, taking his seat. “How did she take it?”

Lucifer snorted, covering his face as a light blush extended for her face.

“She said, and I quote, I swear on my name this is true, she said “Oh thank fuck! I was so afraid you were going to cheat on mom with Alastor or something! That could have been complicated for everyone, so I am glad you have it sorted it out” He finally succumbed to his laughter as the king snorted over his tea, spilling some of it on the table as his shoulders agitated. Alastor, with a chuckle of his own, rubbed the back of his husband until he regained composure. “I still don't know how did she know! We haven't even had our first date yet, but hey, good to know she is fine with the idea, I guess?”

“I mean, after having us over, she kinda had to” commented the king, sending a grin to his husband.

Alastor nodded.

“She was truly okay then?” asked. From another dimension or not, he still cared about Charlie after raising his own and Lucifer appreciated that.

“Apparently she had already assumed we were separated when her mom was away. She just made peace with it during those seven years, so now it's just… ah, so you made it official at last, finally” Lucifer exhaled, letting his shoulder fall. Figures that his daughter would accept things easier than he did. “Of course Lilith is still welcome in the Hotel and Charlie can visit whenever she wants.”

“I imagine that must be fun for your Alastor” chuckled the radio demon. Both Lucifers gave him an unimpressed look that he responded with a slight shrug.

“Well, even if he has a problem, he will have to suck it up” said Lucifer, taking another sip. “Lilith is her mom. I am not about to tell her she can't come to her own daughter's place. Not that she would listen to me even if I did say that either. Also, again, not even first date yet so he doesn't really have a lot of room to speak��� added, rolling his eyes.

The king wheezed, so suddenly that Lucifer was taken aback as the monarch slapped his hand on the table.

“You think that would stop this guy?” commented, pointing to his husband. “My dude, my friend, buddy, you are in for a wild ride if you think something like that is going to change anything.”

“What is that supposed to mean?"

"Is he willing to date you, your Majesty?" asked Alastor as his partner just smirked at his side. "Has he said or implied as much?"

"I mean, yeah, pretty much. He said he wanted to cook something non cannibal for us once this was done."

The king opened up his eyes, as if he had just dropped an octopus on the table and called it his new wife.

"Wow" said, sharing a look to Alastor. "Welp, I hope you enjoyed your days of being single, bud, because that demon won't ever let anyone else come close to you again."

"Oh, come on."

"No, no, is true" said Alastor, nodding. "By the time I offered to cook for my darling, I had already killed a servant that I felt was too keen in following him around the palace. It was a pretty early stage of our relationship too."

"He first told me he caught her stealing from him" added the king, sighning. "He didn't tell me the truth until much later."

"In fairness, I wasn't lying entirely. She was trying to steal the attention of my dearest. For that there are consequences" finished Alastor with a grin. "Once something is mine, stays mine unless I decide to throw it away."

Lucifer looked over at the king, but his counterpart was not reassuring him of anything by calmly eating another cookie.

"And you are okay with that?" questioned Lucifer, incredulous.

"Everyone has their perks" The king lifted an elbow to the table to support his chin on the back of his hand. "We live in Hell so it's no like you can be surprised when someone that ended up here is violent. You just have to take the good with the bad and live with it, especially if the good is still better than the bad. Alastor is a fucking nutjob, but he is my nutjob, you know" he said, holding the hand of the radio demon to take it to his lips, leaving a kiss.

A sound of static rippled through the air as Alastor straightened up in his chair. The ears on top flicked slighty as Alastor gently took his hand away, clearing his throat. Judging by the way the king's smile remained, he wasn't bothered by it at all. If anything, he was absolutely charmed anyway.

"Likewise, my dear" said Alastor, taking his coffe and blatantly ignoring the eyes of his husband. "It's a two way street. I wouldn't claim you if I didn't find something of value to have."

"And… "Lucifer scratched his neck, turning away, "you think that he already…?"

"Oh, yeah, totally" said the king, patting his arm. "Congratulations. You won a permanent stalker. Trust me, it's worth it. Sometimes" finalized with a cheeky grin that Alastor did not appreciate, squinting his eyes.

"What was that, dear? I can't hear you over the sound of me carrying your child."

"Nothing, babe" The king chuckled, lifting from the chair to kiss his cheek. "Do you want lady fingers to go with the coffee?" offered, obviously as a olive branch.

Alastor looked at him with a raised eyebrow. Seeming to be pacified for now, he huffed.

"Yes, thank you."

As the king conjured up a box from Rosie's emporium with the fingers sticking out, Lucifer tried not to see too much as Alastor took one into his mouth and pulled out the biggest bone completely clean a second later, leaving it on top of a napkin. Yes, he had technically already cannibalized his own already sharing a body with the other Lucifer. Didn't mean that he was fully comfortable with the whole concept.

He still wasn't sure about what to think about Alastor potentially claiming him, in any way, shape or form. After all, it had worked for these two, clearly. But in the other hand, that was a different Alastor and maybe he was just a little more extreme than the one he had back on his dimension.

"There was something else I wanted to ask you" Lucifer swallowed up, looking at both of them. That was the true reason he went there in the first place, but then got distracted talking about everything else. "Was there any period in which Alastor… like, blinded you before a kiss? Is that a… radio demon thing?"

"Blinded you?" repeated Alastor.

"Yeah, like putting your hand on his eyes or asking him to close them."

"Before or after a kiss?"

"During all of it, actually."

"Huh" Alastor tilted his head to a side. "I never did that. I can't imagine why I would either."

The king frowned for a moment, looking down at the plate of cookies. When Lucifer grabbed two to eat at once, he lifted his head.

"Does he know about the glow?" asked, also wanting to know from Alastor, who shrugged without an answer to give.

"The what?" Lucifer was legitimately confused for a moment, as if he were talking to Bel.

"You know, that shine that we can see because we were upstairs before" The king lazily pointed to the ceiling, crossing his legs. "Back then we didn't even have to try, but once down here, well, you have to want to do it?"

"Oh" Lucifer went back to the last time someone ever mentioned that ability to him. Zadkiel had mentioned it in reference to his counterpart not glowing at all, without the memories of his Alastor, but even before that, there was something else. Alastor glowed brighter than he had done before. "I… I think so? Alastor was pulled out from our cell so our siblings could talk to him from time to time. I imagine they could have talked to him about it at some point?"

"Oh, so that explains it" said Alastor, looking to his husband to see if he had gotten the same idea. Apparently understanding that they did, Alastor chuckled. "That idiot doesn't want you to see how much he glows now. If you did, you might think you have him already."

Lucifer squinted his eyes.

"So he can claim me all he wants and kill anyone that looks at me for too long, but Heaven forbid I think it's a equal thing?"

"Told you, nutjob" The king smiled before cooeing, clasping his hands together against his cheek. "But that is so cute, though! Oh, buddy, he is just not ready to jump off that bridge yet."

"I am pretty sure that is not how that phrase goes, dear" commented Alastor, throwing four fingers more into his mouth. This time he didn't leave any bones behind.

"Well, whatever, you know what I mean" The king rolled his eyes and reached to put a hand on the shoulder of Lucifer, giving it a squeeze. "Just give it some time, man. For now… let him set the pace and take it easy. All of this is new to him so he is kinda going blind and hoping it won't explode in his face."

"Which it can, considering who he intends to talk to in the dark" added Alastor, rising a hand before Lucifer could protect. "Not saying that you will explode at him or intend to. Just saying that is a factor he is certainly going to think about."

"Do you think that about him?" Lucifer stared as the demon smirked.

"No. I haven't in a long time" said simply, patting his stomach absentmindly. "If he is not as much of an idiot as I think he is, he will get there too. With time."

"So, patience?" summarized Lucifer, looking at his counterpart who nodded with a grin.

"It will be worth it once he actually relaxes" assured the king.

Lucifer hoped so. Alastor wasn't the only one going in blind.

He came back to his dimension a little after dinner was over. Lucifer peaked through the corner to see that Alastor on the lobby, just reading a book. Now he had an idea of why the man had been avoiding him the whole week that it took him to sign papers and everything else. By now, the news of the Queen and King of Hell officially not being together anymore had to have spread all over the place. So he probably knew already, or heard someone talking about it at least. And yet, he still haven't tried to talk to him or searched for him.

The other Lucifer had recommended patience. Give him time. Wait. Let him set the pace. Surely none of that was going to be affected if he just talked to the guy first? Lucifer cleared his throat and started whistlening his way there. One of the ears of Alastor immediately followed the sound, but that was the only thing signaling the deer had become aware of his presence. Alastor passed to the next page of his book. Lucifer took a deep breath and whistled even louder, stomping his way up to where the sinner was.

"Oh, hey, Al! Nice to find you!" said Lucifer.

Alastor sighed, marking the page. Lucifer calmed down a little at seeing that it was the feather of Sera he was still using. The radio demon still did not closed the book, stubbornly keeping it in front of his poker face.

"Goodnight, your Majesty. I assume that no royal duty requires you to have a timely rest? Or no interest to fulfill them anyway?"

Lucifer could feel his eye twitching. Dick. He took another breath as he came closer, casually leaving his hand hanging over the back of the couch. His free, unringed hand, whose fingers he stretched out as he let out a yawn.

"Actually, I finished with all of that today" said, clicking his tongue as he pulled his hair back. He counted as a victory when he could see Alastor following the movement from the corner of his eye. "It's all done. I am finally out of it. No more papers to sign, to read or lawyers to see. For now at least. The important stuff is done for. Officially done."

"Is that so?" Alastor finally closed the book and calmly put it on his lap, giving a sideye. "I suppose then that his Majesty must have his schedule quite open after going through that whole ordeal."

"It's a gaping white hole all over my calendar right now. Never been cleaner" confirmed Lucifer with a grin, reaching forward to support his cheek on his hand. "I was actually thinking of adding something there. Do you have any suggestion?"

"I might" Alastor examined his claws. "8:30, Thursday would work for you?"

That was in two days. Lucifer perked up, not longer caring to pretend that wasn't exactly what he was waiting for. He was going to have his first date in two days. Later he could freak out about it, in the privacy of his room, but for now, there was only optimism.

"Yeah, sounds great."

"Indeed" Alastor stand up, holding the book against his chest. "We will find each other here. Any issue with that?"

"None at all."

Alastor nodded.

"Good. Then for now, this is goodnight from my part, your Majesty" said, passing over in way to the stairs. "Unlike others, I can hear the calling of my bed pretty clearly."

"I wouldn't dream to make you wait any longer. Goodnight, Al."

Lucifer sighed, relieved that he would not have that hanging on his mind any longer. Well, no, there was one thing still. That little thought that just wouldn't shut up. He could leave it alone. He could learn to ignore it and continue on as thing have been going until now. It's not like he actually needed that confirmation, did he? Could he have enough already?

"Hey, Al" called, turning to him.

The moment that Alastor looked at him, Lucifer had to take a step back. It was like going on a bike, his body never truly forgot how to do it. The ability came to him just as easy as if to flex a muscle, which did surprised him, but not as much as what it actually let him see.

Alastor was shinning, an aura of light around his figure that it was breaking into different colors with the slightest movement. The grace of Heave made it into another part of living everyday, just another fixure like the clouds or the blue of the sky were. Down there it wasn't like that. He had to actually search for those stars and, even then, he knew he could not find it at all. But Alastor, that awful, annoying, nutjob of a sinner had a light that was almost reaching back to him, reflecting off the walls, the steps he was in. All his features looked more pristine than ever, more lively, full of life after death. It was beautiful and nostalgic and he grabbed to the couch when his knees almost faltered.

"Your Majesty?" asked Alastor.

With each word of his, the light around him pulsated, even bigger than before, like a crystal heart against the morning sun in Earth. It awakened something on Lucifer, an almost feral desire to protect that light, to feed it, to let it shine as bright as it would blind God himself. Is that what the other Lucifer felt all the time? Then no fucking wonder they were both as crazy for each other as they were. What a lucky bastard.

"I forgot what I was going to say" said with a chuckle, finally. "Sorry."

Alastor tilted his head, the light around it shinning on the portraits on the wall near the stairs, and then shrugged.

"Good night then, sir."

When Alastor dissapeared into his shadow, his shadow was shinning too all the way to the stairs, as it were a moving liquid rainbow. Lucifer swallowed up and immediately teleported to his room, to his bed. He grabbed the nearest pillow he could and burried his face on it as he giggled incontrollably, kicking his feet in the air.

[bangtansmauyeondan]

PROMISE (KSJ)

Pairing: Seokjin × Fem Reader

Genre: established relationship au, angst, fluff

Rating: 18+, M

Warnings: swearing, smut, jealousy, insecurity, feeling of neglect, alcohol consumption

WC: 4.5K

Summary: When you and Seokjin no longer dream of the same dream, and no longer look at the world the same way, you start recalling the promise you made to each other three years ago in front of the altar. Is it a promise that holds true for eternity, or is it a promise that’s meant to be broken?

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When I’m with you, there is no one else.

I get heaven to myself.

When I’m with you, there is no one else.

I feel this way I’ve never felt.

— The Astronaut, Jin

•••

Seokjin kicked off his shoes on the vestibule, grunting in annoyance when one of them flipped over, hitting one of his heels in the process. It was a long, taxing day at work and an equally long, chilly drive home, and there’s nothing he wanted more than to just crawl into bed and sleep until spring. From where he stood, he could make out the soft glow of the fireplace in the living room and the hurricane candles on the bottom of the stairs. As he pushed the french door open, the smell of sugar, vanilla, and cinnamon wafted through the air, immediately providing comfort and warmth. He released a breath that he didn’t realize he'd been holding.

“Babe?” He called out, but he’s met with silence. “Yn? Baby, I’m home!” He called out two more times, but was still met with silence. He checked his phone from his backpocket to see if there’s any message or call from you that he missed, but there wasn’t. It’s not until he waddled further into the house that he saw the little note you stuck on the fridge: “Ran to the neighbors’ real quick. Hyo-rin wanted candied nuts. Saved some for you too. <3”

Hyo-rin is your neighbor’s three-year-old daughter who loves following you around and takes interest in everything you do. She sits outside with you when you tend to your flower bed, she rides her bike beside you when you go for a walk, and she sometimes unabashedly asks you for random things– last week, she asked for chocolate cupcakes, and this time, she asked for candied nuts. Her parents don’t mind– Hyo-rin is their youngest child and are grateful that she likes socializing with the neighbors that much. They also offer to puppysit for you when you need to run some errands and couldn’t take Kkuma, your little red sable fox-face pomeranian, along. Seokjin loves kids, too, but there’s something about your fondness with Hyo-rin that feels like a giant fist constantly jabbing on his chest, and he hates himself for it. He sometimes wonders if that’s supposed to be how one feels when they’re in a childless marriage for years, too. Setting the thought aside, he wandered through the kitchen and found a glass bowl filled with a selection of nuts– pecans, walnuts, and almonds, coated in glossy spiced sugar. He doesn’t like snacks that much, but he couldn’t resist popping a piece of pecan in his mouth. He hummed in satisfaction as the saccharine taste danced on his tongue. These will be great with wine and cheese, he thought. He leaned onto the counter and dialed your number.

“Hi, love,” you picked up on the second ring.

“Hey, I’m home…” Seokjin stated. “Did you take Kkuma with you?”

“I did, yeah… We’re coming home in a bit,” There was a hint of a smile in your voice. “Hyo-rin’s mom was kind enough to buy some toys for Kkuma, and she’s just getting them from their room.”

“Hmm, okay… I’ll wait for you downstairs,” he sighed. “Hurry up though, I’m so tired, I just want to lie down.” He whined.

~

Your breath hitched at the sight of your husband leaning onto the counter— hair a bit disheveled, exposing a bit of his forehead, the top two buttons of his dress shirt undone, and the sleeves rolled up to his elbow, exposing his veiny arms. Even in his exhausted state, you can’t deny that you hit the jackpot at the handsome husband lottery.

“Hey there, handsome…” Your eyes met and he gave you that eye-wrinkling smile that never fails to make you weak in the knees, before encasing your waist and pulling you close. His mouth captured yours in a tender kiss as you wrapped your arms around his neck. Almost immediately, you felt him relax in your arms. He gave your lips a few more pecks before moving to your jaw, nuzzling the back of your ear, and snaking his hands underneath your shirt at the same time. The warm contact of his palms against your skin made you sigh in delight, “Mmm… I thought you were tired.” You closed your eyes and tilted your head as your husband’s kisses trailed down the side of your neck.

“I am, but you smell so good, babe…” he murmured against your skin. He was just about to kiss you on your lips again when an abrupt yelp coming from the direction of the floor caught his attention, followed by excited paws pitty-patting on his legs. You both broke away from each other, earning a giggle from you and a whine from Seokjin. “Yaahh, Kkuma…” he exclaimed, but crouched down and picked up your puppy anyway. “Way to ruin the mood, boy…” he cooed nuzzling on the little pooch’s neck.

You took that as your cue to go around the kitchen island and retrieved a can of cold beer for Seokjin. “Mama called earlier…” you started telling him about your mother-in-law. “She’s reminding us of the Fall Festival next week.”

“That’s next week?” He put Kkuma down and slumped down on one of the bar stools.

“Yeah, we promised we’re staying for the weekend, remember?” You popped the can open, handing it over to him.

Seokjin toyed with the rim of the beer can in deep thought, “When did we say that?”

“Oh my god, Jin? Seriously?” You rolled your eyes while moving around effortlessly in the kitchen retrieving things you’ll be needing to prepare for dinner. “Your mother was literally sitting on that chair last week when she mentioned that the halloween attraction park is opening again this year, you know, since they shut down two years ago.”

“… like Tulleys?” he quirked his eyebrow, recalling the family attraction farm you used to go to in the United Kingdom when you started traveling as a couple.

“Yes, babe. Like Tulleys, minus all the scary, halloween-y stuff. This one’s more on just the pumpkin patch and good food stuff.”

“Oh, for kids then…” he said dryly.

“No,” you sighed. “For grown-ups too. But hey, your brother said they’re staying over too,” you giggled excitedly at the thought of seeing Seokjin’s nephew again. “Which means, we can take Junho to the farm!”

“I doubt Seokmin is coming. His wife is always too busy with her clients,” he smirked.

“Huh…” You popped a cherry tomato in your mouth before leaning onto the counter seductively in front of your husband. “Wanna know the reason why your mother called earlier?” You asked in a low voice.

Seokjin almost choked on his beer, “Why do you have to talk about my mother in that manner? Yah!” His ears turned bright red before he fell into a fit of giggles. “Babe, what the fuck?”

“Sorry!” You couldn’t help but laugh along too. You composed yourself again before continuing, “I just wanted to prove you wrong, you know!” You went back to the other side of the kitchen and continued assembling your dinner, “Mama called earlier to tell us that Seokmin, Ana, and Junho flew in this morning.”

“Oh…”

“Yeah… she’s asking us if we can drive down sooner. Seems like she’s already too excited to wait for the weekend.”

“It’s only Wednesday though,” Seokjin’s eyes widened in disbelief.

“I know, that’s why I said I’ll check in with you first,” you said softly. “I know you’ve been busy lately.”

A few months ago, Seokjin has assumed the directorship role at the real estate company he’s working at, and has spent most of his time either stuck in meetings with developers and engineers or reviewing and signing contract after contract. Even at home, when he’s supposed to be resting and spending quality time with you, he finds himself reaching for his laptop or his iPad whenever he thinks something needs to be done. You on the other hand, have been doing well with freelance work, curating pieces for galleries that would require your expertise and keen eye for the arts. That’s how you tread the water on your relationship and keep your heads above the surface— you can ground him whenever his world spins a little bit too fast.

•••

You arrived at your in-laws’ house Saturday morning and to say that the countryside looks gorgeous enveloped in the colors of autumn is an understatement. The moment you stepped out of the car, Junho, Seokjin’s four-year-old nephew ran out to greet you, brown, orange and red leaves crunching underneath his little boots.

“Uncle Jin!!!” He ran straight into your husband’s waiting arms squealing as he picked him up and flung him over his shoulder. Seokjin ran around the driveway with his nephew over his shoulder screaming along with the little boy gleefully.

“Yn…” Your mother-in-law greeted you with a fond smile before pulling you in for a hug. “How are you, sweetheart? Are you guys tired from the drive? Are you hungry?”

“No, Mama,” you linked your arm with hers as you walked back to the house. “We enjoyed the drive, the scenery took our breaths away.” You glanced back at Seokjin and Junho still playing outside. “Though your son is really craving haemul kalguksu. He wouldn’t stop talking about it on the way here.”

“Ugh,” she rolled her eyes. “Did he talk to Seokmin? That boy is asking for the same thing!”

As if on cue, Seokjin’s older brother opened the front door for you. “Yah… I was wondering where my son has run off to,” he smiled.

“Aish… let them be,” your mother-in-law smacked the back of his head. “He hasn’t seen his uncle in a while…” She pushed past the door, with you still in her arms. “Come on, Seokmin. Shuck the clams and mussels, and I’m gonna get started on your kalguksu.”

~

The digital clock on the bedside table reads 02:30 AM and Seokjin still couldn’t will himself to sleep. You’ve been asleep for a while now, your back turned to him, cuddling another pillow. He’s still fuming over what transpired during dinner with his parents, his brother, and his brother’s family. You were doting on his nephew when his sister-in-law started throwing a barrage of questions your way. ‘Yn, are you pregnant? No? Oh. I thought you looked quite a bit… heavy.’ Ana was relentless with her snide remarks. ‘When are you planning to have a baby?’ ‘You can’t keep hogging my son whenever you have baby fever.’ ‘Okay, be honest— which one has infertility issues? Better get yourselves checked!’ ‘I can’t believe three years of barren marriage.’ Seokmin, extremely embarrassed by his wife’s behavior, scolded her, which led to Ana storming off, and their parents cutting the dinner short. You spent the evening helping your mother-in-law clearing up, and preparing the front porch for all the pumpkin decorations you’re picking up at the farm the next day, assuring Seokjin that Ana’s words did not affect you and that he should also just let it slide. He knew better though. He knew that the reason why you slept with your back turned to him, it’s because you didn’t want him to see you cry.

The following morning, your mother-in-law has informed you over breakfast that Seokmin and his family has already left to catch an earlier flight back to Jeju-do. Apparently, Ana was so embarrassed with what happened that she didn’t have the guts to face you, but that shouldn’t dampen the mood and change your plans for the day— which you happily agreed. Your agenda for the day is to go to a pumpkin patch and grab everything you could get your hands on to decorate with. Your excitement is through the roof because you’re not just going to an ordinary pumpkin patch, you’re talking about 90 acres of farmland all prepped up with dozens of pumpkin varieties, just for this festive season.

“Seokjin, how many pumpkins do you think you can load up in your trunk? Your Dad and I are bringing the truck.”

“I thought we were riding with you in the truck?”

“Babe, Mama’s asking—“

“I’m asking because you have to bring enough back home to the city to decorate with!” Your mother-in-law shrieked.

“Meh…” he shrugged. “Can probably fit half a dozen in the trunk.”

“What are you gonna do with just half a dozen? Pumpkin pie?” your father-in-law teased.

“We can fill the backseat, Papa, it’s fine.” You waved your hand dismissively.

“What? No. The backseat is real leather,” Seokjin argued.

The chair screeched as your father-in-law stood up and rounded the table, patting Seokjin on the shoulders, “Son… happy wife, happy life.” He chuckled before fishing the car keys from the decorative bowl on the counter. “Let’s go, everyone.”

•••

The farm was buzzing with people. At the entrance, you were given a large wheelbarrow and a pruner, and then off you went to explore the patch to pick your own pumpkins. There were live roaming characters dressed as enchantress and fairies, playing with the kids around, and in the distance, you could hear the live band coming from the streetfood tent. Seokjin promised his Dad that you’re all going to try the pumpkin draft beer after pumpkin-picking.

“How much are these pumpkins? This one’s heavy!” Seokjin struggled to load the biggest one you’ve picked up so far on the wheelbarrow. “Are they gonna weigh these things?”

“They have size rings that will determine the price later on.” Just when you crouched down to nip another silly-looking gourd from the ground, you heard two small voices arguing from behind you.

“Mina, let me do it!”

“No, let me! Let me!”

“I’m older than you!”

“But I’m stronger!”

Seokjin watched you approach the two little girls arguing over who’s gonna pick the pumpkin with their bare hands, and he felt that pang in his chest again. The same one he feels whenever he sees you play with the neighbor’s kids, play with his nephew, and sometimes even when you’re just playing with Kkuma. You love kids, and you have that certain nurturing air in you that makes him one hundred percent believe that you’re gonna be a great mother one day. Before you got married, you have talked about having kids in the near future, and since you’re the eldest child amongst 6 siblings, you’ve always been vocal to him about having a big family too. Seokjin, being the youngest child, is used to being spoiled rotten, but things took a turn when he met you. He had to man up– especially when he met your five brothers, who albeit all younger than you, could easily take him down if he made one mistake. He had to prove to them that he could take care of you and give you everything your heart desires.

His train of thoughts was interrupted when he saw a man approach you– most likely the children’s father. He thought nothing of it until he saw the glint of recognition in the man’s eyes, his boxy grin was a dead giveaway too. The next thing he knew, you’re waving him over to where you were standing before making the introductions.

“This is my husband, Seokjin…” you beamed, linking your arm around his.

“Hey man…” Seokjin extended his hand.

“Taehyung. Nice to meet you,” he took his extended hand in firm grip. “Wow, I can’t believe out of all the galleries and exhibits we could’ve run into each other, we find ourselves at a pumpkin patch.” Taehyung regarded you after letting go of Seokjin’s hand.

Taehyung. Galleries. Exhibits. Something finally clicked in Seokjin’s mind. This is Kim Taehyung, the artist. Kim Taehyung, your ex boyfriend.

“I know!” You exclaimed. “You have beautiful kids, Tae.” You smiled fondly at the girls who were busy choosing which pumpkin to pick next.

“Thank you! Ah, they’re quite a handful, but it’s been great.” He chuckled. “How about you, guys? Did you come with your kids?”

“Oh no, we’re here with our parents.” You looked around, “They’re around here somewhere.”

“Oh nice, nice…” Taehyung nodded. “Are you still curating? Or…?”

“Yeah, I am! I mostly work freelance now though, but it’s been good. I get a lot of consultations from clients.”

“That’s cool!” One of Taehyung’s daughters waved him over to look at the pumpkin they had chosen. “Well, I guess that’s my cue to get going. I’ll see you around? Maybe we can work together pretty soon!”

“Sure, Tae!”

“Hey, nice to meet you again, man.” Taehyung raised a salute to Seokjin before walking away.

~~

Seokjin had just finished loading up your car with the last pumpkin when you stepped out of the house with your mother-in-law, bearing a basketful of side dishes and fresh herbs harvested from her garden. You figured you would leave early in the afternoon so you can make it back home just in time before sunset.

Seokjin kissed his mother goodbye, promising he would call her as soon as you made it home.

It was a smooth drive, with little to no traffic along the way. The moment you hit the highway, you rummaged through your purse and pulled out a small bag of sour gummy worms that you’ve been saving for the drive. Seokjin was unusually quiet, a tell that he’s exhausted. The only sound in the car is the soft hum of the radio tuned into a random station. You retrieved a piece of the sweet treat and offered it to your husband by attempting to feed it to him yourself. “Open, please. Ahhh,” you opened your mouth wide, willing him to copy you. Seokjin shook his head and avoided the candy. “You don’t want one? But these are your favorite,” you pouted.

“Not hungry,” he answered dryly.

“This isn’t supposed to be a meal, silly!” You giggled, popping the candy into your mouth instead. “I had fun today,” you smiled. “I’m tired though, let’s not unload the pumpkins tonight. Let’s deal with them tomorrow.”

Seokjin nodded.

“Yoongi texted me earlier, asking if he could keep Kkuma for the weekend. Apparently Jimin and Jungkook hogged him all day and he didn’t get some quality time with his quote-unquote nephew.” You laughed thinking about how indifferent your younger brother is, but goes so soft for anything with fur and paws.

Seokjin just nodded again, uninterested.

“We’re lucky Joon and Hobi are both out of town, otherwise, they might ask to keep Kkuma for an entire week.”

“Yn, can you just…” he started, irritated. “Will you please keep quiet for a minute, I’m trying to concentrate on the road here.”

“Oh. Okay, sorry,” you bit your bottom lip and sank down on your seat. You heaved a deep sigh before looking out the window, staying quiet during the entire drive.

•••

“Are you working? I thought you’re tired?”

You looked up from your iPad when you heard your husband’s voice. His side of the bed dipped as he sat down, dressed in boxer shorts and plain white shirt; hair still damp from the shower.

“I’m just checking a few things and trying to work on my calendar next week,” you replied. Seokjin scoffed and it made your eyebrows raise; what has gotten into him?

“So you can fit Kim Taehyung into your schedule?” He asked bitterly.

“What?” Did you hear that right? You placed your iPad down on the night stand and sat up straight in bed, waiting for Seokjin to turn around.

“He’s your ex, right? The artist, Kim Taehyung? He wants you to work with him, right?” Seokjin’s voice trembled. “Go ahead, make time for him. You can—“

“Seokjin, why are you bringing this up?” You’re beginning to get irritated. “Why are we having this conversation? Are you trying to pick a fight with me?”

Silence.

“Is that the reason why you were all snappy at me in the car? Because of a happily-married man with two daughters, that I happened to bump into earlier today?”

Seokjin hung his head low, both hands gripping the side of the mattress, back still turned on you.

“What has gotten into you?” You rolled your eyes. “Gosh, you’re not usually—“ Your words were cut off when you heard your husband sniff. “Jin?” You crawled across the bed to his side, your irritation suddenly replaced by concern. “Babe…” You hugged him from the back and rested your chin on his shoulder. “Are you okay?” You planted a kiss on his shoulder. “What’s wrong?”

The look on Seokjin’s face when he finally turned to look at you made your heart clench. His nose and cheeks were flushed, and his eyes pooled with unshed tears. “I’m sorry, Yn…”

“What? Why?” You reached out and wiped the fresh tear that streamed down his face with your thumb.

“I’m sorry that until now, we don’t have the family you’ve always dreamed of,” Seokjin sighed. “I’m sorry that I couldn’t give you a child. Maybe if you ended up with Taehyung, those kids could have been yours.”

“Jin, I—“ you wanted to say something but Seokjin is speaking a thousand words per minute at this point, trying to lay everything out on the table.

“I know you’ve always wanted kids. You want a big family, and I’m sorry I don’t know what’s wrong with me, babe. I want to have kids with you, but it’s just so frustrating.” Seokjin’s tears fell freely on his face and he was quick to wipe them away. “You know how much it crushed me as I watched you sit there at the dining table last night, listening to every word that came out of Ana’s mouth? Because it’s true— we have a barren marriage, and I feel like it’s all my fault.”

“Hey, hey, hey… Sshh…” You kneeled on the bed and moved directly next to him to get a better angle. “It’s okay, babe. There’s nothing wrong with you,” you soothed him. “We both know that. We’ve been to the doctors, we’re both healthy. It’s just not the time yet, okay?” You cradled Seokjin’s face gently between your palms. “Look at me, Jin.” He looked at you as if you hold the whole universe in your hands. You’ve never seen your husband break down like this before except three years ago, as he watched you walk down the aisle. But this one’s different— this one is full of pain and regrets, and you don’t like it one bit. “I love you, okay? Who cares if we can’t have kids? Maybe—“

“But I promised you everything in the world…”

“You have already given me so much, Seokjin…”

“Is it enough, though?” He asked softly, eyes pleading.

You don’t know what triggered his insecurities like this. You know your husband well— he’s confident, intelligent, and secured. He’s selfless, considerate, and always puts you first. His busy schedule and workaholic nature has never been an issue in your marriage as you balance each other perfectly well. During the first year of your marriage, you have already been trying for a baby. One year became two years, but still no luck. None of you had any infertility issues, but the stress due to your careers made it impossible for both of you to fall into the correct rhythm. You looked back on the past seven years you have been together as a couple, and although there were a few bumps and pebbles along the way, you’ve always managed to overcome them. Looking at Seokjin in his most vulnerable state yet made your stomach flip and your heart ache. You knew deep in your heart that it’s enough— he’s more than enough, and you could not ask for a better life partner than him.

“It is, Jin…” You reached out and crossed the space between you, capturing his mouth with yours in a lingering kiss. “You are enough. You are more than enough for me,” you whispered against his lips. You moved to straddle him on the bed, and just like clockwork, he encased you in his embrace and pulled you closer up against him. Once you’re settled on his lap, you deepened the kiss while running your fingers through his hair. Seokjin moaned against your lips, hands coming up underneath your tanktop.

“Let me see you…” he murmured against your jaw.

“Undress me,” you replied while craning your neck, giving him more access, as he nipped and sucked purple bruises on your skin.

Seokjin didn’t need to be told twice, he yanked your tanktop up and over your head, making your breasts bounce in the process. “Oh fuck,” he tossed the material aside before leaning down to capture one of your mounds in his mouth, kneading the other one with his palm.

You moaned at the sensation his ministrations were giving you and you started grinding on his lap, gradually feeling him getting hard against your core. You could already feel your wetness pooling between your legs at the friction between your bodies, and with the pair of lacy material you have on, there’s no doubt you’re staining your husband’s boxer shorts already. Seokjin’s hands roamed around your body, and with one swift motion, you already found yourself lying on your back underneath your husband whose already making his way down your body, trailing his tongue from your sternum, to your belly button, to the part where you needed him the most.

You couldn’t remember most of what happened throughout the night. All you could remember was how Seokjin reminded you over and over again how much he loves you, and vice versa. You fell asleep within each other’s embrace that night, not caring if both of you were sweaty and out of breath. All that mattered to you was that you’re with each other.

~~

You woke up the next morning, smiling to yourself despite the soreness between your legs. Seokjin is no longer next to you, and you figured he’s already left for work, considering it’s already almost nine o’clock. You were just about to get out of bed when the door flew open, revealing your husband in nothing but his pajama bottoms. Your jaw almost dropped to the floor with how gorgeous he is, broad shoulders and all.

“Good morning, beautiful,” he leaned down and kissed you firmly on the lips. “I made breakfast.” He smiled proudly.

“What are you still doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be at work?” Despite the context of your question, you couldn’t help but reach out and lovingly play with your husband’s slightly wavy hair. He’s been growing his hair lately and you’re loving it on him already.

“Nope!” He said, putting emphasis on the ‘p’ with a pop. “I’m taking a break for a while. I’ve already notified the office this morning while you were still dreaming.”

“That’s great, babe!”

“I know…” Seokjin kissed you again. “Why don’t we…” another kiss, “continue…” another kiss, “what we started last night?”

“Mmm… I’d love that…” you replied, rubbing your nose against his. “But I’m hungry…”

Seokjin burst out laughing at your brutal honesty— the obnoxious windshield wiper-sounding laugh you love so much. “Okay, come on. Breakfast is ready…” With one swift motion, he’s already wrapping your naked body up in a blanket and carrying you over his shoulder.

“Put me down!” You squealed.

“No!” Seokjin laughed as he adjusted your body on his shoulder, before making his way out of the room and down the stairs. “Better save your energy, my love. I have the entire month off, and we will be making babies everyday, I promise.”

•••

Time Skip: Fall 2023

[jarofstyles]

feeling soft, so here’s a request: “c’mere baby, i missed u”

WAAAAAAA YES SOFTRRY… mixed with Dilfrry hehehehe

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Harry worked a lot. He knew that. It was long hours and his weekdays were pretty tiring, but ever since he had given Y/N a key to his home? He couldn’t fucking wait to get home.

Perhaps it was a bit like playing house, but Y/N did things for him that she simply felt like doing. She cleaned up. Bought him a few house plants -he paid her back despite her dispute- would light candles when she would show up after her own work day. And she would bake for him.

There was something so… domestic about it all. Y/N’s parents were oblivious and thought she would be at a friends place, a bit involved in their own lives to realize just what their daughter was up to- which was getting very serious with a man quite a bit older than her.

When they asked her to stay home for the week that her grandparents had come, it made the both of them incredibly soft. Of course he managed to find ways to get to her. Sent her flowers at her job, picked her up and got a few kisses, but nothing substantial. Nothing quite like they were doing before.

His bed only had her scent faintly clinging on and that was an issue for him. But today was the day they could go back to their little game of house and he knew that he would be relieved of the stress that had been piling on him the past week.

A wave of relief flowers through his body when he walked in to his favorite Shania Twain album playing low on his speaker in the living room. The smell of vanilla and some citrus was in the house as soon as he entered the foyer, cluing him in to the fact she had both baked and lit the candles. His heart grew three sizes though, walking into the kitchen and seeing her.

She was sitting on the counter with her legs swinging, one of his shirts hanging off of her shoulder and her hair messy. She had a cupcake in hand, twirling it around as she licked the icing off of it. It was a sight he wanted to lock into his permanent memory bank.

“There’s my pretty girl.” He murmured, dropping his bad on the clean part of the counter, walking right up to her and standing right between her legs. The way her entire face had lit up at his presence could feed his happiness for years, he thinks. She looked so excited to see him. It had only been a week apart, and yet they missed each other so deeply.

“H!” She squealed, putting down the cupcake and opening up her arms. Harry’s dimple deepened as his smile got bigger, grabbing her hips and pulling her to be pressed up against him.

“C’mere, baby. I missed you.”

His lips pressed against hers, the sugary taste of vanilla buttercream meeting his own. Slightly sticky, very sweet, warm, and all his. He never got tired of her kisses. Her hugs. Her warmth. She was his little love, his baby.

Never had he expected to have someone so much younger than him be so connected to him. Be a soul mate. Be everything he could ever want in a person.

“Missed you so much.” She sulked, squeezing him to her with her lips pecking his over and over again. Little ‘mwuah’ sounds followed after each little kiss. It made them both break into smiles, unable to continue their kisses. This must be what heaven was.

“Not as much as I missed you, sweet girl.” He sighed. “My house is depressin’ without you now. Forget to light the candles, no kisses, no one to steal the blankets from me at night… s’truly a shame.” He shook his head. “And? The true crime… no cakes or cookies when I come home. It’s illegal, actually.” His playful tone made her laugh, smacking his shoulder.

“Mm. Only good for my sweets, huh?” She raised a brow. When Harry got the dirty smirk on his face, she knew something dirty was going to follow.

“Ohhhh, yeah. The sweets you bake and the sweet between your pretty thighs.” He purred, squeezing her bum in his hand to make her squeak. It was always fun to tease her and watch her get all flustered and squirmy.

“Enough, old man.” She huffed, cheeks warm. “If y’want any sweets at all, you better explain quickly why the house plants haven’t been watered all week.”

[plush-rabbit]

Hand In Unlovable Hand

Word Count: 2.9K

A/N: it’s his birthday and what kind of stan would i be if i put nothing out, love ya lots bbs (slight mention of dadgiri because i love him)

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It’s a day Tomura doesn’t want to recall. If he were to be honest to himself, he doesn’t think he’s ever remembered a good birthday for himself. A part of him even thinks that this day is all a lie told by Sensei, that his birthday is just another false, the day that he was reborn as Tomura Shigaraki, the day that Tenko Shimura had died. The thought leaves him with a bitter taste in his mouth. He doesn’t want to think that- he wants to believe that there was a moment of truth, of some twisted care that he allowed the young boy he found alone and scared to keep his day of birth. 

Even as a young boy- before everything bad happened and was taken from him, before he was truly and utterly alone- he doesn’t think he ever had the proper birthday that was advertised on television. He can recall blurry memories of cake- a pale color with white colored frosting- the flickering glow of the candle and the singing that was happy, the balloons that were tied to chairs and the too tight elastic that was digging into his skin. He can remember his father, the hand, once heavy and overbearing, touching his back oh so softly, fingers that curved over his young shoulders the tight smile that he gave him as a child as he blew out the candles. As a boy, he relished the touch, fell asleep with his hand covering the same shoulder, tears in his eyes as he thought that it might be different now, that maybe the house that his father built wasn’t going to be so wretched. But now, his jaw tightens and there’s a lump in his throat. He’ll never admit the emotions that swirl in his aching body.

Even with Sensei, he never had a true birthday. It was gifts given to him but only after he had done something that was worthy. Even then the gifts were given to him when he was older, when the memories had faded, when the growing intensity for- for something to happen had finally boiled over. The most he ever had that resembled a present was when Kurogiri would bring in a simple cupcake- a light colored brown topped with blue frosting, little shapes of stars acting as sprinkles decorating the singular treat. It was a small gift from the older man. It was something that Tomura doesn’t even realize how much he enjoyed now that the tradition was broken.

He lays his head on your lap, body curled and eyes facing towards your stomach, an arm bent underneath his head, fingers curled into his soft colored hair, while the other hovers over his bare forearm, his pinky grazing above your thigh and he simply lies silent above you. He could fall asleep, he’s sure you think he’s already asleep. He’s been silent for so long, still and breathing deeply, never muttering a single word- not even when your legs begin to shake under him. He wonders if you’re cold. He shifts, inching closer to you until the tip of his nose is millimeters away from your stomach. It’s safe with you. He feels safe with you. 

“Are you sure you don’t want to do anything for your birthday?” You ask softly, your hand coming to the side of his head, fingers curving over him, nails scratching lightly at his scalp. 

“Villain, remember,” he reminds you immediately. He regrets having you learn his birthday. It’s not the fact that you want to do something with him, it’s the fact that you want to do something for him. You actually want to celebrate a day around him, you want to give him a gift, you want for him to be given something without something given to you in return. Your hand pauses in the massaging of his scalp and he swallows the lump in his throat. “I just want to be here with you right now.” He doesn’t want you to leave him. He doesn’t want the thought of you walking away stuck in his mind. He wants you in front of him, he wants you below him- stationary and there. 

“Me going to the convenience store isn’t a death sentence, you know.” He can hear the smile in your voice, the lilt at the end of your sentence. His eyes widen ever so slightly. He hates knowing that you know his fears. “I can pick up a few things, come back and we can watch a movie.”

A date. The same date that you both have had for the past odd time that you’ve been together. How long has it been? Time has been so muddled, that he can't even remember. Is this a hint to change up the repetitive dates? To have something different happen for a change? 

“On what?” He decides to humor you for a second, to let the emotions that cling onto his body like claws lessen. “If you haven’t noticed, I don’t have a streaming service and you’re too cheap to get one.” Your hand swats lightly at his head and a smile stretches across his face. “Ouch,” he says in scoff.

“I have things to do other than pay for streaming sites.” In the corner of his eye, he sees your hand wave through the air in a circular motion. “Plus, there’s always those sites where you don’t have to pay.” He can hear the giddiness in your voice, your hand interlocking into his hair, the strands spilling between the slits of your fingers.

“Look at that,” he coos out, “I’ve corrupted you.” You laugh and it’s loud and vibrant, your body shaking and it’s joyous laughter that fills the room. His mouth is dry and he wants to kiss you.

“I’ve been corrupted long ago,” you say in a dying laugh, your hand returning to it’s movements as you scratch his scalp. “Maybe there will be hot moms nearby. I’m sure they would be willing to do something for their birthdays.” His eyes turn softer, almost pained as he stares at your stomach. He grunts in response and the pulsing beat in his wrist is echoed into his ear- loud and invasive, it’s never ending, a rhythm that keeps him feeling as if he’ll go insane and grounded all at once. 

It’s silent once more and this time Tomura hates it. His hair falls across his neck, tickling at the sensitive, scarred skin, riddled with patches that ache and scabs that have dried, blood that is dirty and sticks to his skin. You keep your momentum, scratching at his scalp, twirling his hair in the air, letting it fall back into the pale nest of hair. 

“What’s with your obsession with birthdays?” His tongue peeks out and licks at his lips. The question breaks through the silence and your hand pauses, letting the soft strands of hair slip past your fingers and cascade down back onto his head. “I’m fine just being here.” 

Your hands come to rest on his bicep. You’re still, the shaking of your leg coming to a sudden stop and he lays still on you. He lays on your lap, your hands on his body, the scent of your cream light on his nose- vanilla and honey, a scent sweet and forgiving, something he would have never had the privilege of smelling if it weren’t for you. He wants to bury himself into your shoulder and clasp his hands around you, pull you close until he tires of you and the vanilla and honey. 

You’re slow to speak again. Your words coming out in clicks of your tongue, hesitant and unsure. He wishes he had the strength to rise from your lap and walk away. He knows that you would chase after him, that you beg for him to talk to you, that you would ask for forgiveness. He knows you better than you’ll ever know yourself and you know him better than he’ll ever know himself and that’s the sick part of it all. He knows that you’ll promise to never bring it up again, to clutch his broken hand and kiss at the spots where his skin pulls taut against each other, a hand that had never properly healed. He knows that whatever you promise, he’ll nod his head and wrap his arms around you, he’ll keep you close as he always has, he’ll beg for your touch and lean into it like a starved person, he’ll stare at you until his eyelids grow heavy. He would drink a harsh, bitter liquid that burns his throat and reek of all that is sin, and kneel before you, bury his head into your chest and leave it stained with tears. 

Tomura Shigaraki hates himself and he hates that he doesn’t hate you. 

He stares at your stomach and closes his eyes. “I just want to give you something that you’ll like.” Your fingers pitter-patter against his skin.

“I like you,” he’s quick to say. He opens his eyes and he suddenly has the strength to pull away from you. He can feel your eyes on him as he sits beside you, feet planted on the floor, back towards you, hunched over as his hands dangle between his spread legs. His arms tingle like television static, it hurts in everything painful and everything ticklish. He shrugs and his eyes feel heavy with exhaustion. “You’re enough.” You’re more than enough but telling you that would make acid rise into his throat and emotions leak down the curve of his face. He’d cling to you like a child, stain you with everything that he is.

Your knees come into the corner of his eyes. There’s a pale scar at your knee, something from long ago. He likes remembering that you aren’t something from his imagination, that you are real, that you’re a person who exists, who cares for him and wants him to touch your body that he believes to be so good. He wants to keep you real, to never have you be a memory, to never have to worry about you being a dream that he’ll have to wake up from. He wants to be real and he wants to hold your hand in his. 

Your hand curves around his shoulder, your fingers dancing along the soft fabric of the shirt and he narrows his eyes. You touch him and it’s never rough, never intertwined with malice. “I like you too, Tomura.” There’s a swirling dance in his stomach, a remembrance that he isn’t some scarred demon, that he isn’t simply a pawn, that he is a person who is allowed to feel no matter how sickening the emotions are. He turns his head away from you and stares at the floor, a tile that is cracked seems to mock at him. “I want to give you something for your birthday- or do depending how you look at it, I guess- because I care for you. I think you should still have something given to you for your birthday and if I had known earlier, then I would have given you a gift already and you’d be enjoying it.” Your hand slips from his shoulder and he is cold. It curves around his thigh and he forces himself to look back at you with steady eyes. You smile softly at him and he envies the person who you are- the lover, the giver and all that is good. He wants to be held in your arms, to be pulled close and have a cake brought to him decorated in candles and have a song sung to him out of harmony. He bites his tongue. “If I have to be honest, I’m surprised none of the League had planned something for you.” Your eyes narrow playfully and your lips pull into a teasing smirk. “Did you tell them the wrong date?” 

“No,” he breathes out. “I asked them not to do anything-” his eyes dart back to the floor- “I didn’t want you to be dragged into their antics.” You nod slowly and your hand lifts his thigh. He’s quick to grab it, turning his head slightly, holding your hand in his, lowering it back into place. “I wanted to spend the day with you.” 

“Is that so?” You ask in a whisper, inching closer to him, knees bumping into each other and despite the previous intimacy that has occurred between the two of you, the hands that held each other, the lips that have crushed against skin so scarred and soft, the hands that lingered too long, too desperately to be anything more than pure longing, the simple touch of the knee makes heat rise in his body. “Gift-giving would have still had me by your side.” 

He is a broken man and he wants to be alone, to have you pry yourself from his touch and leave the empty man to wallow in his own pain but he cannot. 

“Am I allowed to be honest?” His breath starts to shorten and he wants to claw at his throat until blood dirties his hands and his words are nothing more than confessions of a dying man. You nod your head and he holds your hand tighter in his. “I-” you are warm and you are there for him- “I just want you to be by my side.” His mouth and dry and his words come out croaked. He is a man to be feared, a bringer of death by a simple touch and yet, he is weak when it comes to you, helpless as love and care are given to him. He cares for those he considers family and he’ll claim that he’ll hate it, but he’ll never stop the emotions bubble from deep within him. “You always have to leave. Or I do. Someone- The League likes you, all of them. Toga, Twice, Spinner, Compress, even Dabi. They all care for you so when you visit, you’re whisked away. Or I am. I just want to be beside you.” His hold on your hand loosens. “Just for one day.” 

He doesn’t know what it is. The dying need to be loved, the want of comfort and companionship. You accept him whole, flaws and all, you understand the wall that he places, the protection that it provides. You touch him in all the spots that bruises and blood once touched, you burn him and cleanse him, your lips and words spill onto him, unbreaking and whole. 

It’s everything who he is to care for those that are close to him, but it’s different and all the same with you. He can’t expose the true horrors of what he’s done and what he will do; the ash and blood that has stuck to his body as if it was always meant to be there, as if he was always supposed to hold destruction in his hand.

“Tomura,” you call for him. His eyes meet yours and he wonders what you see in him. Your hand leaves his and his eyes stained with horror and love meet yours. Your hands cusp his face and he swallows thickly, a twitch of his jaw betraying the hidden desire to lean into your hand. “I’ll always stick by you. Thick and thin-” your smile is sweet like candy you once brought him, addictive and leaving him with a craving that could never be satisfied until he indulged in himself- “I promise.” 

One day, he’ll have to leave you or you’ll have to leave him. He knows it. He feels deep inside of him. A broken man destined to kneel at the ground with blood on his body, his sides empty and tears cleaning his ash-covered face. He is broken, raked and repaired, gold that seeps past his wounds and drips onto your hands that are covered with flaws and love. He knows the promise is false, it’s nothing more than a way to quiet him and to secure you further into this relationship. The relationship is fleeting, rushing by, the smiles and love, the embrace and tender kisses, are all that keeps him grounded with you. 

He moves and his lips are on yours and he can hear you gasp. Tears burn in his eyes and he can't breathe. He suffocates himself against your lips, kisses and lets himself drown in you, lets himself drown with you. Your hands fall and he moves closer, kissing until he’s bruising, pressing deep into you until you can feel the soft, raw skin of where he picked at, and he wishes he had the candy once more, that the sugar essence of it coated his lips and he tasted like wonderment himself. He wonders if you know what it’s like to be addicted, he wishes and wants that you’re addicted to him like he is to you. His hands fall and they hold yours. He kisses you until he’s breathing is ragged, pulls you close and looks into your eyes, smiles against your lips and holds your hand until he’s sure that you won’t fade away. Tomura will kiss you with tears in his eyes, begging you to not leave him in his mind as he kisses you with desperation and grief, something so thick in taste that you cling closer to him and he welcomes it all.

[golbrocklovely]

cake tasting // colby brock

A/N: so this isn't a request, but i saw this tweet that talked about two ppl who were friends going into a bakery and trying wedding cake, and i just knew i had to write something based off of it. i could only imagine how cute it would be to go and do this with colby, omg. anyway sorry i haven't update anything else yet. i haven't been extremely motivated, but i'm gonna try to write thru out the week and hopefully get something else out to yall soon :) lmk what you think of this. hope you enjoy !!

prompt: you and colby go to a bakery and pretend to be engaged to try wedding cakes. you have a crush on him, but he doesn’t have one on you. or does he…? cuteness ensues.

trigger warning: PURE FLUFF BB, sickeningly sweet

word count: 1535

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"Are you sure we should do this?" Colby asked, keeping his eyes on the road.

I rolled my eyes at his nervousness. "Of course! I've done this before."

"How often do you do this?" He snorted, turning to look at me for a moment.

I shrugged nonchalantly. "Occasionally. Mostly when I'm really in the mood for cake but don't know which type I want."

"I just feel bad about it. I feel like I'm stealing." Colby bit his lip uncomfortably.

"Well, I usually end up leaving a nice tip and buying some cupcakes, so it at least seems like I was interested." I replied.

"Wait, how are we gonna pass as a couple?" Colby doubted.

"Did you think I came unprepared?" I lifted my hand to show a big 'engagement' ring.

Colby gasped dramatically. "Jesus, you're gonna make them think I'm made of money with that."

I laughed. "Lucky for you it's fake, much like our impending marriage."

"Whatever you say, Mrs. Brock." He snickered.

We pulled into the parking lot next to our destination, Casey's Bakery. I slid out of my seat and followed Colby. When we got to the front door, Colby opened it for me. With a light bell ring, the immediate smell of baked goods hit me as I stepped inside. I crossed my arm through Colby's, walking up to the counter. A white haired, older woman stood behind the counter, her back to us. She spun around, a sweet smile coming to her face.

“Hello! I'm Casey, welcome to my bakery. What can I do for you two today?” She greeted.

I grinned back happily. “Hi! We were wondering if maybe we could try some samples of your cakes? My fiancé and I are planning our wedding, and we thought we might as well try some cake while we're out.”

“Oh! Is this the fiancé?” Casey guessed.

I nodded lightly. “Yes.”

“That's wonderful, congratulations!” She beamed. “What are your names?”

“I'm Colby, and this is Y/N.” Colby chimed in.

“You two look so young. How old are you?” Casey questioned.

“We're both 23.” I admitted.

“Oh, you're babies! Okay, is there any type of cake you're thinking about for the wedding?” She inquired.

I pursed my lips. “Um... no, not really. The wedding is still a long ways away.”

“When is it?” She asked.

“Ahh, next year... sometime in September. No final date just yet.” I stuttered. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Colby nod.

“Oooh, a fall wedding. Might I suggest trying the carrot cake first then? That's usually our most popular for fall weddings.” Casey informed.

“That sounds great. We'll try that first.” I agreed.

“Goodie. You guys can go take a seat, and I'll be right out with your cake.” She mentioned, smiling.

I returned the smile. “Thank you so much.”

As Casey rushed off to the back, I sat down at the closest table. I finally realized, looking around, that no one else was in the bakery but us.

“How did you come up with that?” Colby queried, surprised.

I raised an eyebrow. “What?”

“The date of our 'wedding'?” He responded.

“I'm good on my feet, what can I say?” I explained smugly.

He shook his head, and then glanced around. “I feel bad. There's no one here.”

“Don't worry. I plan on buying those over there.” I pointed at the cupcakes in the display.

“They do look really good.” He noted.

“And it smells like heaven in here.” I borderline moaned.

Colby cleared his throat, moving in closer to the table. “So... where would you want to get to married, if you could choose?”

“I don't know. Probably on the beach,” I answered. “I've always dreamed of getting married on the beach.”

“That sounds nice. Have you thought about your wedding, like all the little details and whatnot?” Colby gushed brightly.

I cocked my head to the side, almost laughing at him.

“What? Isn't that something most girls do?” He argued jokingly.

“First off, not every girl dreams about their wedding.” I scoffed. “But secondly, yes I have.”

“Who'd you get married to?” He questioned abruptly.

I choked. “Um-”

Casey busted in, cutting me off. “Okay! Sorry about that. I figured I might as well bring out some other samples besides the carrot cake.”

She placed four plates down in front of us. Each had two little sections of cake on it. There was carrot, vanilla, chocolate, and red velvet. I could feel my mouth water as she placed two forks down.

“So, for any cakes that we do make, we can obviously do any form of icing. But traditionally, red velvet and carrot always have cream cheese icing. I do my own little spin on both, of course.” She babbled, giggling. “And then for the vanilla, I did vanilla icing. And the chocolate has chocolate icing as well. Go ahead and dig in.”

I grabbed a fork and sliced a piece of the carrot cake. I took my bite slowly, enjoying the sweetness of the icing, with a hint of cinnamon. I glanced up at Colby as he did the same, his eyes landing on me with a hidden smile.

“This is really good. And I don't usually like carrot cake. But this... so good.” Colby spoke, covering his mouth.

“That's great to hear. And what about you, Y/N?” Casey turned to me.

I praised. “Delicious. I love carrot cake, so this hits the spot.”

“I'm happy you enjoy it. I love a good carrot cake myself,” She confessed. “So, where are you guys planning to get married?”

“In Santa Monica. On the beach.” Colby stated.

My eyes widened, staring at Colby quickly. He gazed over at me, a smirk on his lips.

“A fall wedding on the beach?” Casey puzzled.

“Yeah. It's never really fall here anyway.” Colby commented.

“That is very true,” Casey chuckled. “A beach wedding, huh? That's so fun. What colors?”

“Red and white. And with some black thrown in. For him.” I teased.

“Aww, thanks babe.” Colby winked.

I felt my heart skip a beat for a second. I tried to brush off the butterflies in my stomach as hunger pains.

Casey sang. “You two are adorable! Now, try the vanilla cake. It's our top seller.”

After trying the rest of the cakes, Colby excused himself to go to the restroom. Casey sat down in Colby's seat, scooching in.

“Now I have to ask, how long have you two been together?” She inquired.

“Four years,” I lied. “Basically as long as I've known him.”

“You two already act like an old married couple. I can see how much he cares about you.” She disclosed.

I squeaked. “Really?”

“Oh yeah. It's so noticeable,” She swatted her hand lightly. “He's smitten, and I can see why. You are so sweet to him, and he just can't get enough. It's all in his eyes.”

Casey stood up and slowly cleaned up the plates, as I sat there in silence.

Was Colby really that into me?

Maybe she was lying. But something about her words stuck with me.

I’ve always had a small crush on Colby, ever since I met him. And everyone in our friend group knew about it. I always chalked up my feelings to me just being lonely and him always being there for me. But maybe there was something more in how I felt for him. The idea of marrying Colby didn’t seem bad at all. If anything, it was something I could see maybe happening. I mean, we were really close. And our friends always joked about us being a couple. Maybe they weren't jokes after all.

But does he even like me like that?

“Did you order the cupcakes, Y/N?” Colby’s voice broke my thoughts.

I stared up at him, stumbling. “Hmm? What? I-uh, no. I didn't.”

Colby’s dimples appeared as he chuckled at the fumbling of my words. “Okay. I'm gonna go order them then.”

I nodded, slowly standing up and grabbing my purse. I walked over to him, watching him pay for the cupcakes.

“Well, when you're ready to place an order for your cake, you let me know.” Casey addressed, handing Colby a business card and the cupcakes.

Colby assured. “Of course, Casey. Thank you so much for the samples.”

“And thank you for being such a fine gentleman. You take good care of Y/N, you hear?” She patted the counter near me.

He laughed softly, the both of us beginning to leave. “Absolutely. Have a nice day.”

“Same to you. Goodbye, my little love birds!” Casey waved.

We walked out of the bakery and back onto the busy street. Everything felt strange around me, like I just woke up from a dream.

Back to reality, I guess.

“She was... fun.” I remarked happily.

“Yeah, definitely.” He smiled, getting into his car. “I know what bakery I'm coming to if I do get married.”

I sat down, putting the cupcakes on the floor next to my feet. “We'll have to do this again sometime.”

Colby turned to me, his eyes snaking up my body and finally stopping on my face with a click of his tongue.

“Whatever you say, Mrs. Brock.”

[lustrousbratz]

🦋Guide to super soft Skin🦋

1. Exfoliate!!!!

I'd recommend exfoliating your body minimum twice a week. I personally exfoliate every other day but some people can't do the same as often, so find out what your body reacts well to. Exfoliating will brighten the skin, help to remove texture, improve "strawberry skin" and just leave you with soft skin overall!

• Shower gloves

Using shower gloves is the easiest to exfoliate. Lather up your soap or body wash of choice and use your gloves to clean your body the same way you would with a rag. You can find these at the dollar store or drugstore.

• Sugar/grain scrubs!

Sugar scrubs are very popular and well known to almost everyone that knows about exfoliating. You can either buy one (I'd reccomend Treehut shea sugar scrub) or make one at home using brown sugar, coconut/olive oil, and vanilla essence to smell like a cupcake:)

• Chemical Exfoliators

There are lotions and cleansers that contain lactic acid which are great for removing dead skin gradually. My mom swears by dermalac lotion as it prevents her from getting scaly, dry skin. There a plenty of similar lotions on the market, so research and find one that resonates.

2. Moisturize babygirl!

You need to moisturize daily after you get out of the shower etc.

No more ashy knees and ankles!!

I have very dry skin so as soon as i get out of the shower, I use a "base" moisturizer first. This is usually a thick body butter like cocoa butter or shea butter. I then follow that with a scented lotion of my choice. I like all of the scents from Hempz for this (wouldn't reccomend for moisture).

3. Eat clean!

Drink minimum 2 litres of water, eat your fruits+veggies and take your vitamins.

I know everyone says this but it's true. If you give your body the nutrients it needs, you'll glow from within:)

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I hope that this was helpful to someone out there. ttyl loves💕

[nct-lian]

nct 127’s relation to lian

TAEIL + LIAN: IL-LI

taeil used to wake her up for school when she was still a teenager :((

such a soft but overlooked duo

will appreciate each other forever and ever

lian teaches him roasts in english that he can say to johnny

remain each other’s hype man and woman

taeil was the first to suggest he and the other nct members react to the trailers of her dramas on video so they can boost them in popularity

promotes the HELL out of lian’s solo career over twitter

lian loves coming up behind him and just giving him hugs because he’s soft (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞

they watch movies together a lot! but taeil has to come down to the fifth floor because lian hates it up on the tenth one

he was once able to grab her hand in an airport and they held hands the entire time :(( a few pictures went a little viral

they share hoodies NSHDHSHCJA

lian keeps bugging him to get an instagram

taeil will ALWAYS take her side in silly arguments she and the other members have sometimes

he makes fun of her height because she’s shorter than him-

he also used to help her with her homework :(

cried when lian went on her first date

“my child is growing up (´∩｀。)”

had to do a background check on the guy before he even allowed him to come in contact with her again, though

JOHNNY + LIAN: JOANN

johnny is her dad, period

no questions asked he is her father

will give her piggyback rides all the time

he was once woken up by her jumping on his bed and asking if they could go shopping

at 6:00 am

he actually got up, got ready and took her shopping but since it was so early, the stores were all closed

he took her out for japanese fluffy pancakes, though!

whenever lian is sick, johnny makes her his mom’s homemade chicken noodle soup recipe :((

speaking of johnny’s mom, she loves lian to death and always asks johnny if he’s taking good care of her

if they’re not being asked any questions or having to translate anything during interviews, they always whisper jokes in each other’s ears to try and make the other one laugh

because of how lian dies during the trailer of her new drama, johnny cried in front of twenty-two other men while they reacted to it

he was NOT embarrassed

“how are you guys not crying? this is so sad. what a cruel world we live in ໒( ˵ •̀ □ •́ ˵ )७”

kept screaming at lian’s “dream of you” performance video

“WHY ARE YOU ON THE GROUND DANCING LIKE THAT?!” “JISUNG COVER YOUR EYES-“

he once effortlessly picked up lian and moved her somewhere else because she wasn’t standing where she was supposed to be

everyone says that their ship name is something a white, suburban mom would be named. now nctzens pronounce joann like “joanne” ･x･

it was said on the zach sang show that johnny used to measure her height every month to see if she grows or not, and that’s the only reason why he has her height memorized

TAEYONG + LIAN: LIYONG

has lost lian in so many airports it’s not even funny

“hyung, what happened to lian?” “oh, you have GOT to be kidding me-“

whenever he doesn’t see her he goes into panic mode and starts asking if anyone has seen his little sister

“about this tall with really shiny hair? her cheekbones are insane, i swear. OH OH OH SHE WAS WEARING JOHNNY’S HOODIE- you don’t know what johnny’s hoodie looks like.. okay, well thank you for your help.”

one of the first members that she was comfortable with

lian said that he was her role model :’(

as the leader, he’s always taking care of her and will not sleep until he knows for sure she’s eaten

because of how lian never participated in any of nct’s first bit of promotions due to being too uncomfortable around them, she was allowed to skip out on the viewings of their relay video letters

but she was still required to make one for somebody and that somebody was taeyong ˵ ຈ ︿ ຈ ˵

she said that she was glad he was her leader and that she hoped to become closer one day

he cried

declares that he will take care of lian till the day he dies

taeyong had yelled at lian’s former manager until he voluntarily quit working for her- he had found out that lian was being overworked to the point where she collapsed during their dance practice and he wasn’t okay with it

always cheering her on backstage when she performs solo

he always tries to include her in guiding the members for their dances because he knows how happy it makes her

instead of having her carry her glasses around with her, he does it instead :D

“nana, do you have to wear your glasses now?”

taeyong tucks her into bed every night he can ᕕ( ཀ ʖ̯ ཀ)ᕗ

YUTA + LIAN: YUN

totally doesn’t have feeling for her, yeah

yuta is obsessed and when i tell you he’s obsessed, he’s obsessed

did i mention obsessed?

he’s jealous of everyone :(

yun stans insist that the only reason yuta is so touchy with winwin and mark is because he’s trying to cover up his feelings for lian

bye if that’s true-

hyuck wanted to give her a hug (a rare occurrence) and yuta straight up just said,

“mine. go away”

i have proof guys :// johnny recorded it and literally posted it on instagram

lian died internally when yuta cut his long hair because she couldn’t put it into ponytails anymore :((

but his hair is growing back now so she’s able to do it again :)

yuta teaches her japanese every tuesday and thursday!

we don’t bring this up because it’s pretty embarrassing but,, when nct 127 were backstage before performing kick it, yuta asked doyoung (who was in a direction where he could get a clear view of lian’s face) if lian was staring at him

how do we know this, you may ask?

it was caught on camera and everyone made fun of him for a solid week straight

he’s caught staring at her from afar way too often for comfort

lian says that he’s very pretty

much like the other memebers that have instagram, he makes story countdowns that he posts about a week before lian plans to release her solo music

DOYOUNG + LIAN: LIDO

another member of the lian protection squad

doyoung was the first to start calling her cupcake

it all started when doyoung was sick and lian made him cupcakes to make him feel better

will slap anyone who makes a flirty remark towards lian

was embarrassed for yuta when he asked if she was staring at him

said “no” and walked away

lian is the only one who ever shows him any mercy :’)

they have very similar taste in decor so they often go shopping together for things to put around the dorm

doyoung said that he spends the most time in lian’s room because it smells like vanilla all the time

he spoils her SO MUCH

like so much

half the plushies she owns at the moment were gifts from doyoung

has a tendency to watch over her and make sure she’s content at all times

“cupcake, are you hungry? i can make you some food if you’d like” “oppa, it’s 3:00am-“ “and?”

they take such pretty instagram pictures :((

at one point in time, doyoung was jealous of his older brother because lian used to crush on him a tiny bit :0

not because doyoung likes her or anything, she just couldn’t stop talking about how nice he looked in revolutionary love

disapproves of the staff giving lian such short clothing sometimes

“um, excuse me, she can’t wear that. are you crazy? go get her a new outfit, please”

JAEHYUN + LIAN: JAELI

not many people bring this up because we know it’s honestly a sensitive topic :|

but he lowkey has deep feelings for her (he makes it so obvious sometimes it’s kinda disappointing to see how oblivious lian really is to it)

jaeli + yun love triangle anyways

jokes aside, though, jaehyun loves lian so so much

once cried to johnny about how he doesn’t know what to do and that he didn’t want to make anything awkward by confessing to her

makes sure to be near her as often as possible

once scared away a whole kim taehyung from talking to her during isac ╰[ ⁰﹏⁰ ]╯ (let’s pretend bts were there for 2019 pls)

“jungkook, keep your friend away, please :D”

didn’t work, though, because they ended up having a conversation later in the day either way

*in the 97’ liner groupchat* “HYUNG IM SORRY HE RAN AWAY I DIDNT KNOW WHAT TO DOl

it was uncalled for but what can you do amirite ┐(´～｀)┌

lian pokes his dimples a lot and squishes his cheeks

just randomly hugs him but he’s not complaining

johnny isn’t picking sides but he became team jaeli after jaehyun broke into tears in front of him for the first time since they were trainees about how much he loves lian

sad,, i know

lian judges jaehyun for not sleeping with sheets

continues to believe he is not a human being, but a robot created in a lab

jaehyun smiles at her for no reason

JUNGWOO + LIAN: LIWOO

an instant bond formed between them when they first met!

jungwoo learned a lot about her and has developed so many ways to deal with her anxiety :(

gave the staff a guide on how to keep her calm when he went on hiatus because he couldn’t be there with her

buys her colouring books because he knows that they calm her down well!

liwoo went viral and become a popular ship when lian accidentally changed the nct 127 instagram profile picture to a jungwoo icon

she got scolded but it was iconic orange haired jungwoo with a chain-

an untouchable duo when they do double aegyo

nctzens think jungwoo is her favourite member

maybe because lian said he was

“ “who’s your favourite member?” hmm i’ll have to say woo-oppa!”

*cue jungwoo laughing at yuta’s face because he was that shocked*

they share secrets with each other so now they probably know the other like the palm of their hand

even though he’s off his hiatus, he still has to guide the staff members through lian’s little moments because sm staff suck at their job sometimes

they’re the two members who go grocery shopping together

more like jungwoo dragging lian to the grocery store with him but okay

jungwoo loves kissing her cheeks (〃▽〃)

their vocals mixed together are confirmed to be noises from heaven

lian misses his blonde bowl cut :/

MARK + LIAN: LIMARK

leader of lian’s natural length hair committee

like when i tell you mark hates her extensions-

mark was the first friend lian was able to make in nct!

they bonded over canada and it was very rare to see them speaking in korean

mark goes into straight panic when he’s with her sometimes

has to remind himself they’re like siblings

lian ans mark covered “your eyes” by hoody and jay park during a vlive!

it was adorable :((

lian had him saved in her phone as “android user” but now she doesn’t know what to change it to

they had a fight in 2019

mark let’s her call him the weirdest freaking nicknames ヽ ( ꒪д꒪ )ﾉ

mars bar, markie, mork, marko

AND IN RETURN HE CALLS HER MARIJUANA-

he says it’s because czennies consider her to be addicting and since marijuana is addicting as well he thought it’d be a good fit

someone on twitter absolutely ENDED HIM though and wouldn’t stop making fun of him (；⌣̀_⌣́)

they can read each other’s mind just by looking at each other

“dude i hate this shit why does she keep asking us who we wanna collab with?” *cue lian laughing hysterically*

“what’s so funny (゜-゜)” — interviewer

HAECHAN + LIAN: LIHYUCK

haechan makes fun of her kissing scenes in dramas

calls her short all the time

“lian give me a high five- oh haha nevermind it’s too bad you’re so short”

they’ve actually been so close to fighting each other and i’m not even joking

they’re the two members who fight the most out of all of them

but despite this, they love each other very much

hyuck says he’s the only one who’s allowed to make her mad

and if anyone else makes her mad he’d kill them

limark 2019 fight flashbacks where haechan kept threatening mark

there are actually moments when they’re clingy with each other-

haechan loves her hugs :((

like ??????? one minute they’re at each other’s throats and the next, they’re all lovey dovey hugging each other make it make sense ?????

lian could be speaking english and he’d say, “korean, please. i can’t understand canadian”

“shut up <3”

hello haechan cried and wouldn’t let go of her during her and mark’s graduation ceremony in 2018

she makes fun of him for it but never takes it too far

he goes to her for dance advice

during their nct 2018 weekly idol appearance when they were doing the random kpop dance thing, they beat everyone أ‿أ

[dragonsareourfuture]

Mello/GN!Reader — I Forgive You (Part Two)

⚠️Warnings: mentions and descriptions of bullying/abuse. Please do not continue if you are sensitive about that kind of thing or do not enjoy reading about it.

If the title wasn’t enough of a spoiler in the first place, here’s part two lol. Link to part one is right here!

Later that week Mello unexpectedly announced that he was taking you on a drive, instructing Matt to hold down the fort and put down his video game for at least a couple of minutes to watch the security cameras the three of you had set up overlooking the suspected Kira’s home. Once in the car, intense curiosity filled your head as blaring rock music invaded your ears. You cringed, reaching to switch off the radio so you could actually think coherent thoughts.

“Where are we going?” You questioned now that the music wasn’t in the way of your voice reaching Mello’s ears. “And shouldn’t we be helping Matt?”

“He can handle himself.” Mello kept his eyes on the road, switching the music back on and tapping his thumb on the steering wheel of Matt’s old Camaro.

“You still didn’t answer my question. And why aren’t we taking your motorcycle?”

“Jesus, you ask a lot of questions.”

“I just like to know where I’m going with the strange man who used to beat me up all the time. Is that so wrong?”

Mello let out a sigh. “No, I guess not.” He was almost inaudible over the music. He gave you no clues as to where your final destination was, and you began to wonder if he even knew, himself. But eventually, with a sigh of relief that you weren’t lost, the car pulled into a parking garage after you got a glimpse of a sign for a mall. You recoiled in surprise, but said nothing, figuring he was just using that parking garage to be discreet while your actual destination was down the street or something. However, when you exited the car, a surprisingly eager Mello took your hand and dragged you out of the parking garage and towards the front entrance of the mall.

“Wait— Mello, what are you doing?”

“Just hurry up! Let’s get this over with,” Mello huffed, fighting against your resistance by pulling at your hand harder, coaxing a whimper from your throat.

“M-Mello, stop! You’re hurting me—“

At your words he let go instantly, causing you to fall backwards into the pavement.

“Oh, god, (name)! I’m sorry!” He shouted, throwing his hand out to help you up and freezing when all you did was flinch and hide your face.

Mello carefully retracted his arm and crouched down next to your form. He could only gape wide eyed for a full minute, stunned at the effect his past self had on you. Guilt made itself known inside his chest, weighing him down like his heart had suddenly turned to stone. He wondered if his heart had always been cold if he ever thought of treating someone like he once did.

Mello went for attempt number two, gently brushing his fingers over the hands that covered your face and wrapping themselves around your wrist. He pulled you to your feet and stuffed his hands back in his pockets to show that he meant no harm.

“I...I thought that we could go shopping. Didn’t you want someone to take you to one of those little shops in your town? Well, this is the closest thing we got here.”

Your eyes flitted to the giant, glowing logo above the entrance to the mall. You nodded slowly and took your place alongside Mello as you both entered the castle-like building. Mello asked you where you wanted to go first, pointing you over to a directory and listing a few stores he thought you might like, strongly urging you to stop by Hot Topic at least once during your trip. You agreed, wanting to see why he was so fond of the store.

Once you arrived at the small section that was dedicated to “Hot Topic” you immediately saw what attracted Mello to the store so much. Even the entrance practically screamed “Mello” and the inside was even more uncanny.

The blond explored the isles, offering clothes or accessories to you occasionally and, if you felt they’d suit you, you accepted them. There was still a tinge if tension in the air — as Mello hadn’t seen you in a long time and even when he had, he never took the chance between punches to note your clothing style — the two of you quickly collected enough items to load a truck. Mello shepherded you into a dressing room and, as you tried on different outfits, gladly took back the clothes you eliminated from your mountainous pile, handing you new sizes if you needed them.

When it came to be checkout time, you had two bags worth of clothes clutched in your hands as Mello dug through his wallet, which you couldn’t imagine there being that much money in until he pulled out a credit card. Although the cashier accepted it without a problem, you whisper yelled to Mello, “Where on earth did you get that!?”

“Don’t worry about it.”

You rolled your eyes, but let him continue. The cashier handed Mello back “his” credit card and beamed at the pair of you. “Here you are. And, may I add, you two are an adorable couple.”

You and Mello both looked at each other, surprise and uneasiness swimming in your eyes, but acting as a couple would be much better than trying to explain your complicated situation to this poor person who just wanted to complement you.

“Thank you.” You and Mello droned animatedly, hurrying out of the store with your bags to allow the next person in line the check out.

This little exchange didn’t come up again until the drive back to the apartment when Mello asked, “Do you think we looked like a couple?”

“Nah,” you shrugged, rifling through your shopping bags to peer at your new items excitedly.

“So, are you at least close to forgiving me?”

“I might be on my way,” you said in a joking manner, but in truth you were quite serious. A single shopping trip wasn’t going to change much, though it did spark something in your heart when you thought about the gesture. “How did you know?”

“Hmm?”

“How did you know that I wanted someone to take me shopping? I only wrote that in...oh...”

Mello would have hung his head in shame if he didn’t have to keep his eyes on the road. You shifted uncomfortably.

The sound of the engine and the tires against asphalt being the only sound in the car became too much to bear. You reached out and turned the radio on, rock music filling the rest of your drive home.

Mello occupied his thoughts with the next entry of your journal that had embedded itself into his mind. This particular entry raved about the food in your town and how it always smelled so good from the whiffs you got from outside. You wished you could go in and try some but, given your filthy state, the employees would have thrown you out. Besides, what money would you use to purchase such food?

For the next day or so, Mello looked up the best restaurants to visit. Ones that had good yet also fairly cheap food since he blew most of his money treating you to new clothes. Matt would’ve killed him if he found out that their survival money was being spent to simply prove a point to you, but luckily he never did.

As it turned out, there was a fairly well known cupcake shop that resided in the walls of your small town that also happened to be a wide-spread chain throughout the current area.

Mello snapped his laptop shut and grabbed his coat from the back of a chair.

“When’s (name) coming back?” He hurridly asked the redhead, who was busied with his game console and a family-sized bag of chips.

“Uh, I don’t know. Soon. Why?” Matt responded lazily.

You were on a supply run for the bare necessities and it had taken Mello around forty five minutes to find the location of the cupcake shop just outside of the city already. Without any time to waste, the blond wordlessly threw open the front door and sprinted out to his motorcycle parked in the sketchy parking lot outside the apartment building. After revving up the engine the blonde went at top speed in the direction of the cupcake shop, wanting to greet you with the cakes when you returned. This was futile, however, as you arrived back at the apartment from your shopping trip early and waited for nearly an hour before a huffing and puffing Mello came bursting through the door.

Both you and Matt reached for your guns before you realized it was only Mello, startled as the door was practically knocked off its hinges. Mello shielded himself with the white box he clutched in his gloved hands, screaming that it was only him.

“Your point?” You asked, keeping your gun aimed at the panting boy half jokingly before lowering it with a sigh. You gestured to the box. “What’s that?”

Mello placed the box on the coffee table and slid it over to you, knocking headsets and game cartridges out of the way in the process. You peered through the translucent window on the top of the box and your gaze softened. “Oh, Mello...”

“I found that one cupcake shop in your town—“

“You went ALL THE WAY—“

“No, no! There’s another one right outside the city.”

“That’s still a long way.” By now you had opened the box and plucked a red velvet cupcake from the assortment. “Thank you.”

“It’s nothing. I should be lying down my life for you because of what I’ve done.”

You stayed silent, unsure of what to say and peeled back the wrapper on the fluffy red cake, taking a bite. You hummed in delight and picked up the box carefully so that none of the cupcakes tipped over, offering it to Mello.

He raised his hand in protest, falling back into a chair after tossing his coat onto the armrest. “I couldn’t. They’re yours.”

You wouldn’t relent, thrusting the box into his chest. “True, but I’m willing to give up at least one.”

Mello allowed the slightest smile to tug at the corner of his lips, reaching his hand in and picking out a chocolate cupcake with rainbow sprinkles scattered over the icing. He thanked you in a hushed tone as he licked the stray bits of icing from his fingers.

“What, I don’t get one?” Matt intruded. You picked a vanilla cupcake from the collection and shoved it right onto his lips, the icing and sprinkles sticking to his face. “Gee, thanks.”

You giggled and plopped yourself down onto the couch after slapping Matt’s calf as an instruction to get it out of your way or else you’d crush it with your butt.

After happily chewing and finishing his cupcake, wiping off the chocolate residue from his face and hands, Mello directed his attention to his cellphone which had just started ringing. The blond clicked the “answer” button and he pressed the phone to his ear as you and Matt carried on your careless banter right beside him.

Mello listened for what felt like an eternity, yet the numbers on the digital clock by the couch never changed. He hung his head, determined to keep his reaction to what he was hearing secret from the two people beside him as blond strands of hair fell like a curtain over Mello’s sharpened features.

“It can be resolved by having a name written in the notebook?” The blond mumbled, his back slumped and elbow resting on his knee. His words seemed to catch your attention as you cleaned Matt’s face of vanilla icing with a spare napkin. “Well then...if I don’t do it...”

“Mello? What’s wrong? Who is that?

Mello waited for an opportunity to hang up, doing so and gazing up solemnly through his bangs which still covered the majority of his narrowed, blue eyes.

“Nothing to worry about,” Mello assured, sharing a knowing glance with Matt before shoving his phone in his pocket and out of sight, “Just a wrong number.”

You shrugged and took another bite of your cupcake, blissfully unaware of the battle ensuing inside Mello’s head.

When they told you their plan, you had all but thrown a tantrum. It was insane, reckless, and was sure to fail miserably but that didn’t seem to stop the duo as they rushed out the door to execute their foolish plan. Of course they had waited until the very last minute to actually mention to you what was going on, knowing full well that you would protest.

“It’s not gonna work! You’re both smart enough to know that so why on earth are you going!?” You hollered, stomping your foot like a child and throwing your hands about in a fit of anger and panic.

“It’s all gonna work out in the end, I promise,” Mello rambled hurriedly while throwing on his biker jacket and tossing Matt his car keys. The blond shoved his hand in his pocket and felt around for something before he tore it from its hiding place and thrust it in your hands. “Even if I’m not here to see it, you will be.”

You stood in utter shock, having heard him basically admit that the plan was a suicide mission, as the brunet and the blond slammed the door in your face. Their footsteps carried all the way down the flight of stairs until they disappeared. The silence surrounding you seemed to break you from your trance as you tore after them, only to catch up enough to see Matt pulling out of the parking lot and Mello just placing his bike helmet over his head.

Your ears seemed to ring as you clutched what he had given you to your chest — an envelope. Mello mounted his bike, ready to drive off when he saw you standing by the apartment building’s entrance. Though it was tough to see through the tinted wind guard of his helmet, you could have sworn the boy shot you a smile full of regret.

Before you knew it, he was gone in a cloud of smoke.

You hadn’t even realized you’d been crying until the splash of your tears on the envelope caught your attention. As you listened to the retreating sound of a Camaro and a motorbike, you tore open the envelope and pulled out a crudely folded piece of paper. Upon unfolding it, the writing was messy and rushed. You assumed Mello had written it in the few moments that he had before he had to leave. You were able to decipher the chicken scratch nonetheless.

 (Name)—

This isn’t how I imagined formally apologizing to you, but it’ll have to do.

All I ever got to do for you was ruin your life and then give you some lame attempts at making it up to you.

I swear if I come back from this I will take us off the grid. I’ll take you back to your old town and you can live how you’ve always wanted — you can eat in all the dumb little cutesy bakeries and shop in the most expensive stores. You’ll live the life you’ve always deserved and I’ll do everything I can to make sure that happens. I swear to you, if I make it out alive, I can be that person you’ve always wanted you hold you when times get tough and give you advice about some stupid guy you like. Because, even after this short amount of time we’ve spent together, I realize that if anyone deserves that, it’s you.

If I don’t make it out alive then, well, that sucks for me. If that happens to be the case, I’ve collected all that money that I’ve “earned” and used it to get you a plane ticket to England. You can live that amazing life you’ve always wanted without the burden of me there dragging you down and reminding you of some of the the worst times in your life. Just make sure to find me a nice burial site, alright? Or maybe cremate me. I don’t know, whatever.

I guess the whole point of me writing this letter is to say that I’m so, incredibly sorry for everything that I’ve done and have yet to do. My words will never be enough, written or otherwise, but I just want you to know how deeply I wish I could go back in time and fix my mistakes. Fuck the butterfly effect.

Just do me one favor and please live a happy life without me there to ruin it for you.

-Mihael

 You dug into the envelope once more and, sure enough, there was a plane ticket to Winchester, England. He knew he wasn’t coming back.

And, as Mello had planned, you boarded that plane on your own, nothing but a carry-on bag filled with new clothes and his letter to accompany you. The tear stained sheet of paper had worn terribly from how many times you read it. Your eyes scanned over the messily written words during the entire flight, fingertips delicately tracing the indents the pen had made. You tried to be happy for your friends who had sacrificed their lives for the good of humanity, but you couldn’t help but sob silently for the entirety of the flight. You thanked the heavens that no other passengers were in your row of seats, as they might have heard you whisper through dry and cracked lips,

“I forgive you.”

[hawkbucks]

I don't even remember if I reposted it, but here's the WinterIron fake dating AU that I found on my disc drive. I combined all the posts in one; where there's a divider, that means it was a new post.

Lotta fake dating fics have Tony be the one who asks Bucky and I love it, but also: Bucky being the one asking Tony?

Like, maybe Rebecca is getting married and she asks him “are you bringing anyone?” with the most hopeful look on her face.

Bucky sorta bluescreens and stutters out a “yeah” because he knows Rebecca really wants to see him with someone and happy, but he’s only really been focusing on his studies instead of his social life.

She smiles and claps her hands together, exclaiming her excitement to meet Bucky’s date! Meanwhile, Bucky is panicking on the inside.

He could ask Steve, considering that he and Steve are best friends and no one would really question them getting together, but there’s also the fact that Rebecca knows Steve better than Steve probably knows himself and would tell they’re faking right off the bat.

There’s Sam who, despite their teasing relationship, they really do like each other. He wouldn’t have too much of a problem bringing Sam around if he doesn’t already know that Sam would hang this over his head for the rest of his life and all but force Bucky to buy him food and clothes and stuff to repay him, and that’s not even talking about the endless teasing.

There’s Sharon, but she wouldn’t agree. She’d just roll her eyes and call him dramatic. It’s a fair judgement.

There’s Natasha, and they’ve actually dated before and that would be awkward. “Oh yeah, the girl I used to date back when I was a sophomore in high school and I are back together again!”

He still ends up texting Steve and explaining his dilemma and please, Steve, do you know anyone?

Steve tells him he’s an idiot which, fair, yeah, but then he tells Bucky that he knows a guy, cute, your type, I can give him your number. Then he sends Bucky a photo of himself and some other guy with brown hair and pretty eyes and dimples, what the fuck.

Please give him my number.

I can feel your thirst, Steve texts. Disgusting.

So, he brings Tony (all it took was confirming that there was going to be food and that yeah, they have salmon as a menu item, is that what you want me to pick?), and Tony’s a hit! He’s charming, polite, and pretty cute to boot.

Then Rebecca corners Bucky during the reception while Tony’s getting some cupcakes and Bucky immediately jumps to the conclusion that Rebecca figured out that they’re not actually dating and she’s about to tear him a new one, but she smiles and gives him a bear hug. “Your boyfriend is a sweetheart,” she gushes, “and I’m glad you brought him along. And, you know, Robert and I are having a party for Thanksgiving. Maybe you two would like to come?”

And the only thing that runs through Bucky’s head is shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit—

Bucky can’t handle these feelings. He just can’t. It’s too much too soon, and the intensity at which he feels them is both overwhelming and terrifying to him, especially since he and Tony haven’t even known each other for that long.

During the party, Tony really pushes the act. He takes Bucky’s arm and places it around his shoulders, feeds Bucky some pumpkin pie, blushing when Rebecca coos at the both of them, and even sits on Bucky’s lap when everyone heads to the couch to catch the recording of the Macy’s Thanksgiving Parade that Rebecca set.

And Bucky desperately wishes it was all real. He wishes that Tony really is in love with him as opposed to doing this to help out. He’s never felt warmer than when Tony smiles at him, bright and genuine and making him ache all over. He knows that his feelings are only going to keep snowballing and snowballing until he can’t take it anymore and snaps and confesses to Tony, and he doesn’t want that. He doesn’t want Tony to feel obligated to go out with him. He doesn’t want Tony to feel like he’s being put on the spot.

Tony cuddles closer to him, whispering about how the Snoopy float looks really cute. He chokes down a sob and responds with “yeah, doll, it does”.

Bucky drives Tony home. He always does. It’s the least he can do. “So, when are you going to need a boyfriend again?” Tony teases, feet up on the dashboard. They’re already at Tony’s apartment complex, but Tony, infuriatingly attractive Tony, insists on talking to him. “If you’re swinging by Becca’s for Christmas, I can come with you.”

He doesn’t respond, instead choosing to continue looking ahead and squeezing his hands on the steering wheel. “Hey, you alright?” Tony asks softly and, god, he wishes Tony wasn’t the way he was.

Rip it off. Like a band-aid. C’mon, Barnes. “It’s fine. I’ll just tell her we broke up.”

“What?” Tony’s voice wavers, an undercurrent of hurt swimming below that one word. Bucky hates himself for it. “Did I do something wrong? At the party? I—”

Bucky sets his jaw, looking at Tony (and wishing he didn’t because Tony actually looks devastated). “We were never really together, Tony. Don’t act like it matters.”

He hears a hitch in Tony’s breath. He looks away. “Yeah, I guess it doesn’t.” Tony unbuckles his seatbelt and opens the car door. “Maybe this is why you don’t have an actual boyfriend.” It hurts, but it’s better that Tony leaves hating him because he can’t imagine the breakdown he’d have if Tony kept coming around with those kicked puppy eyes of his and asking why Bucky has been avoiding him.

Tony walks into his apartment complex without looking back.

Bucky thinks he needs to get drunk.

And that’s how Steve finds him. Completely sloshed, half-sitting half-lying on the couch with red-rimmed eyes and a tear-stained hoodie. “St’ve,” he slurs, lifting his bottle of Jack Daniel’s.

Steve sighs. “What, did Becks show everyone your baby pictures again?”

Bucky shakes his head. “Fucked up.”

“Yeah, I can see that. At least save some of that for me.”

He shakes his head again. “Tony hates me.”

Steve freezes, halfway through shucking off his jacket. “What did you do?” He looks at Bucky with that Disappointed Parental Stare of his.

“He hates me.” Bucky feels himself start to tear up again as he reminds himself that he won’t be able to see Tony again. Won’t be able to breathe in the comforting smell of that vanilla and cinnamon lotion that he’s so fond of. “Made ‘im hate me.”

“Why in the hell would you do that?” Steve gets his jacket off this time, throwing it on the hook and not paying it any attention when it slips off and falls to the floor with a thud.

“Don’t know.” Which is a lie. He knows why. He just doesn’t want to face it.

“No, no, you don’t get to feign ignorance.” Steve walks over and takes the bottle from him, ignoring Bucky’s protests and whines and taking a few swigs of his own. “I’ve only seen you get this drunk twice before: the first was when you and Nat broke up and you broke into your dad’s liquor cabinet, and the second was when you came home from the army. Considering I don’t see your fatigues with you—”

Bucky growls weakly. “Shut up, Steve—”

“Then stop pushing people away,” Steve growls right back. “You fix this.”

“We didn’t ev’n know each other that long—”

“No, you might not have, but if you’re sitting here on our couch, drunk off your ass ‘cause you think he hates you, that means something. Fix. This.”

Then Steve’s phone goes off. He sets down the Jack and he fishes his phone out of his pocket. A swipe, and it’s unlocked. He snorts, shaking his head. “You know who just texted me?”

Hope. “Tony?”

“No. His best friend. You want to know what it says?”

Bucky doesn’t think his answer matters much. Something tells him Steve will tell him even if he says no. “Go.”

Steve clears his throat. “’Hope your buddy is happy. Tony won’t stop crying.’ Then some middle finger emojis. Seven of them, to be exact.”

Bucky sinks further into the couch, his stomach twisting into knots and nausea rising up his throat now that he knows Tony is crying and he’s the reason why. He makes a swipe at the Daniels, but is unable to reach far enough. “You gon’ reply?” he croaks.

“Oh, yeah. I’m gonna tell him that you’re being miserable, too. And that you’re an idiot.”

Bucky grunts.

“It’s for your own safety. Believe me, if he thinks you’re getting your jollies from this, he’ll send you on a one-way ticket to hell.”

He grunts again. That’s only mildly terrifying. And probably not even close to what he thinks he himself deserves. “You gon’ leave?”

“Yes. And I’m taking this—” Steve picks up the Jack— “with me.”

True to his word, Steve leaves with the bottle of Jack.

Bucky sits up and uses the sleeves of his hoodie to dry his eyes. He tries to keep quiet as he sobs.

The next day, he goes out, stretches his legs after spending the entire night on his couch. He contemplates going to visit Tony and beg for his forgiveness, but it’s… it’s probably too soon. He’ll just wait. In the meantime, he picks up a plush of Snoopy holding a heart. It’s cute.

1 week. He thinks he’ll wait a little more.

2 weeks. Maybe just a bit more.

(Rebecca calls. Asks him about Tony. He says that they broke up. She only replies with a small I’m sorry. It was clear that you two loved each other.

He bites his lip so hard that he tastes copper.)

3 weeks. It’s just a bit before Christmas. Steve comes into his room. “Rhodes texted me. He said Tony admitted that he wants to see you again. Apparently he passed on my word that you were being pretty gloomy about it too.”

Bucky fidgets on his bed. “So, what, I’m just supposed to roll up on his apartment with some flowers and chocolate?”

“Sarcastic bastard,” Steve mutters, although there’s no real venom behind his words. “It’d be a start.”

Bucky thinks for a second. He gets up and starts rifling through his closet. “Alright. Leave so I can change.” Thankfully, Steve obliges. Bucky tucks the Snoopy into his backpack.

He picks up some Ferrero Rocher. He remembers Tony eating them by the handful at the reception. It’s packaged in a transparent box shaped like a heart. For the flowers, he picks up some red roses, the classic choice. He even gets a card that says “I’M SORRY!” with a picture of a sad-looking cat on it.

“Girlfriend troubles?” the cashier asks as they ring him up.

“Boyfriend, actually,” he replies, surprised at how easily that rolls off his tongue.

They hum. “Hope it gets better soon, man.”

He hopes so too. “Thanks.”

Somehow, he manages to make the drive to Tony’s apartment without crashing the car. 6339. He remembers Tony telling him his apartment number if he ever wanted to come up and visit. Looks like he’s finally taking him up on that offer.

Before his nerves can take over and tell him to run and maybe flee the country, he takes the elevator up after explaining to the concierge that he’s there to visit a friend. He knocks on Tony’s door, holding the flowers up in front of his face, the Snoopy plush sitting on top of them along with the card. The box of chocolates he holds behind his back.

When he hears the door open, he pulls the flowers down just enough to see over them. “Hi.”

“Bucky,” Tony breathes out. He looks like he’s about to start crying again, clad in his donut-patterned pajama pants and an oversized shirt that advertises a noodle place that Bucky passed on his way. (Seriously. So many tears!) “Why’re you here?”

“To say sorry.” Bucky holds the flowers out.

“What you said really hurt,” Tony says, voice cracking, but he takes the flowers. “You got me a Snoopy?” He takes the plush off of the bouquet and smiles softly at it before looking back up at Bucky, expression holding cautious hope. He places Snoopy back in the bouquet.

“I know. I’m sorry. I was… I don’t know, scared. Not that I’m tryin’ to come up with an excuse for myself, but… you know.” He shows Tony the chocolates this time.

“Scared?” Tony takes the chocolates like he took the flowers.

“I really like you, Tony. I was thinking about asking you out for real after the party,” Bucky admits, looking Tony in the eye and hoping that Tony can see that he’s being genuine. His palms start getting clammy. Is the temperature rising or is it just him? “And I was scared.”

“Why?” Tony asks, sounding on the edge of desperation. “Why were you so scared you couldn’t just tell me?”

“Because I didn’t want you to feel obliged to say yes.”

Tony tilts his head to the side, eyebrows furrowed as a frown tugs at his lips.

Bucky begins to regret his answer. Obviously it isn’t one that Tony likes.

“Is that it?” Tony sounds gentle. So gentle. “I like you too, you know. And you know I’m not a pushover. If I didn’t want to go out with you, I would’ve told you that.”

“I know. I know, but I never said my mind was good at thinking rationally.” The corner of Bucky’s mouth quirks up at the self-deprecation.

“Mine isn’t either.” Tony places the chocolates with the card and the Snoopy in the bouquet, using that now free hand to wipe at his eyes. His sniffles. “And I have to apologize too. For what I said before I left your car.”

“It’s fine, Tony—”

“No, it’s not. It was such an asshole thing to say.” Tony sounds upset on Bucky’s behalf.

“I made you angry.”

“That didn’t give me the right to imply that you’re unlovable.” Tony stares at him in silent challenge. Try and refute me, his eyes say. “I’m sorry.”

Bucky shakes his head, knowing there’s only one way to end this. “I accept your apology.”

“And I accept yours.” Tony smiles at him, nose tinged with pink, and a burst of warmth spreads in Bucky’s chest. It’s gratifying to see that smile directed his way again. He just might join Tony in sniffling if this continues.

Tony reaches out to grab his hand, lacing their fingers together. “Why don’t you come inside? I can make you some coffee.”

“I’d like that,” Bucky says, squeezing Tony’s hand once. “I’d like that a lot.”

—

If you guys are curious, I listened to this song on repeat while doing this lol. (The link should lead to a video with the English translation!)

[hearteyesbowen]

hey babes, just have a request. im sorta playing around with this idea myself, but i wanna see where you take it. could you do a ricky bowen one where the reader is nini's sister and she looks up to nini a lot and so shes given up a lot for her. like she really liked ricky before he started to date nini but she never did anything about because she just cares so much about being a good sister? LMAO that's really freaking specific but yea.

what sisters are for ☆ ricky bowen

y/n loves nini to death, she’s her sister. she just want to see nini happy, even if it means sparing her own feelings

warnings: kinda angst, mainly fluff, long, very much unedited

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

“Here, Nina, you can have mine.” You smiled, giving your older sister your cupcake.

She looked up from her gaze at the floor, water droplets clouding the carpeted floor underneath her chin. She wiped her flushed cheeks with the back of her hand, stumbling to get up and fixing her festive, red dress. You hold out your cupcake in your hand, hoping it would help her stop crying. She picked the treat from your hand and wrapped her arms around your shoulders, tightly hugging you close to her.

“Thank you, Y/N.”

You smiled at the memory brought back by the photo in your hand, both of you were six at the time. Nini and your cousins were running around the house as you helped your mothers serve food to your relatives and other family friends. Your grandma put on display some freshly baked and iced cupcakes, the smell of the french vanilla catching the attention of the kids. They all ran towards the table of desserts, each grabbing their own goodies from the counter. You managed to save the last cupcake for yourself, until you noticed your sister wasn’t around. You squeezed past your family members until you saw Nini on the floor crying. That was when you offered her your treat.

“Whatcha lookin’ at?” You heard Nini’s voice ask after she knocked on your open bedroom door.

She climbed your bed, sitting down next to you and peering over your shoulder. Her laugh ringed through your ear as she picked up the photo and looking at it closely. You had matching dresses, hers red and yours green, with a black brow wrapped around the waist. Nini was holding your hand while the other held the cupcake you gave her, smiling brightly at the camera in front of her. You used to hate photos, so you tried your best to give a big smile to match your sister.

“You were so dramatic back then, crying over a cupcake.” You joked.

Nini’s mouth widened as she shoved your shoulder, “You know that wasn’t true. Our cousin pushed me and laughed in my face as I cried. He was so rude.”

“Yeah, yeah, keep telling yourself that.”

“You’re a bully.” She complained.

“You’re a baby.”

She grabbed the pillow behind you and smacked it across your face. You gasped, immediately pushing her off your bed, making her fall on the floor. Her hair was tossled across her face, some strands peaking upwards. You held your stomach as you laughed intensely, Nini matching you.

“If you two girls don’t get ready soon, you’re going to be late for school!” Your mother yells from downstairs.

➢➣ ➢➣

You and Nini enter through the open school doors, squeezing through the tight hallways and the multiple students standing in large groups or barely moving an inch for you to move faster. You both managed to make it through and get to your locker, awaiting Kourtney to come by and greet you two.

“So, is EJ going to be with us during lunch?” You wonder, twisting the knob of your locker and opening it.

Nini grabbed her textbook and put it away in her bag quickly before responding, “Yeah, Kourtney wants to discuss some of the outfits she put together for our costumes. Sound good with you?”

“All good.” You reply, grinning at her.

“Did someone say Kourtney?”

You giggle, turning around to see your friend strutting towards you both. Kourtney comes up and gives you a quick hug, soon giving one to your sister as well.

“How are my favorite twins doing?”

Nini laughed, “We don’t even look that much the same.”

“Still twins. By the way, I saw Ricky on my way here, and I overheard him talking to Big Red about wanting to talk with you about something.” Kourtney warned, pointing at your sister.

“What would be want to talk to me about?”

“I’m not sure, but it didn’t seem too serious. Now let’s hang out in class until the bell rings, because I am not being late again.” Kourtney joked, wrapping her arm around your shoulder.

You laughed, “Yeah, I need to rest my headache from Nini hitting me in the head this morning.”

“Weren’t you the one who pushed me off your bed?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

As the three of you walked to class, you started to blush as you thought about Ricky again. You and Ricky knew each other for a long time; kindergarten; to be exact. The earliest memory you can think of with him was when he helped you up after you fell off the swing set during recess. After that, you and Ricky would push each other on the swing everyday and make sure neither of you went up too high. You introduced Nini to Ricky later on, and they grew to be good friends as well.

Even when the three ( five, once you all met Kourtney and Big Red ) reached high school, you managed to stay extremely close with each other, you and Ricky significantly closer. Freshman year, you discovered you had different feelings towards Ricky, some you never felt before. You haven’t had a crush before, Nini would talk about it, but you never understood her. Of course, you being you, those emotions were hidden away. Sophomore year came around, your feelings towards Ricky grew, and you were just about to gain the courage to ask him out. Then, Nini had asked out Ricky before you could. You weren’t mad, how could you? You never talked to her about how you felt about Ricky to her before. When he agreed to go out with Nini, you were happy for them. There was no chance you would be able to tell her that you liked Ricky, you only told Kourtney about it. After that, you pushed away those feelings again, locking it in a box, and throwing it towards the bottom of the ocean.

Their relationship was short-lived, however. Ricky and Nini only dated for six months , and had a mutual breakup with each other. There was only one night you comforted Nini about their relationship, and it was the same day it happened. They become more awkward with each other, Kourtney stopped talking to him altogether, and you tried your best to keep your friendship alive with him. As far as you knew, Ricky and Nini were still friends, just more distant. Now, after meeting him in a summer camp for acting, she began to date EJ, and you couldn’t be more happy for her.

➢➣ ➢➣

“Hey, babe, you want to come with me to get lunch?” EJ asked, resting both his hands on Nini’s shoulders.

You, Nini, and Kourtney looked up from your conversation to see EJ smiling brightly.

“Hello, Kourtney, Y/N.”

You and Kourtney wave back at him, giddily smiling at each other over how cute he was to Nini. Nini turned in her seat at the cafeteria table you were sat at and stood up to hug her boyfriend.

“Sure, let me just get my wallet.”

She begins to dig through her backpack, her eyebrows furrowed and a frown built upon her face. After a few more seconds of rummaging around her bag, she groans.

“Crap, I think I left my wallet at home.”

You shake your head at your sister. You pull out your wallet and bring out a $10 bill. You give a light shove to Nini’s arm, offering her the money.

“Here, I’m not going to eat lunch today. Don’t like what they have.” You shrug.

Nini shakes her head rapidly, “No, you don’t have to do that.”

“Just take it, nerd.”

She sighs, hesitantly grabbing the bill and hugging you from behind tightly. She thanks you right before she took EJ’s hand and went to get lunch.

You turned back to Kourtney, wanting to continue talking about her plans for all the actors’ costumes. She had a smirk on your face, confusing you.

“What’s wrong with you?” You question.

“So Nini and Ricky talked during third period today.”

You squinted your eyes at her, tilting your head slightly to the side. “Ok, and?”

“Nini told me what they discussed.”

“And?”

“It was about you!” She rushed, quickly tapping the table underneath her hands.

Your eyes widened, suddenly feeling your heart rate pick up. You shook your head, not believing what your friend had told you.

“About what?” You wonder.

“We’re back!” Nini smiled, placing her tray down in front of her along with EJ. “Thanks again, I’ll pay you back at home.”

You give her a quick smile. Nini and EJ go back into a conversation while you look back at Kourtney. She nods at you, smiling.

A vibration from your phone startled you. You picked up your phone and saw it was a text from Ricky. Your heart stopped, you instinctively started to bounce your leg up and down.

“Uhm, Ricky wants to meet up. I’ll see you guys later.” You say confusingly.

“See you in class.” Nini smiled as Kourtney winked at you.

You didn’t even notice your sister and friend giddily squealing with each other as you walked away from their table.

Ricky’s text said to meet you at the staircase by the auditorium. Most of the students at this time were in the cafeteria, making it easier for you to veer through the school and make it to the staircase. You didn’t want to run, why would you willingly run anyways, but you did speed across the hallways.

Once you finally reached the staircase, you carefully made your way down the steps as to not fall down. You turned to go down the final flight of steps, and immediately noticed Ricky sitting on the last step. You only saw his back side, but it was enough to make you blush.

“Ricky?” You call, making the boy turn his head and stand up immediately.

He instantly smiled at you, running one hand through his curls and the other patting down his green hoodie.

“Hi, Y/N. I’m surprised you came to talk to me.”

You finished walked down the steps, standing on the last one where he sat before and making you almost match his height.

“Why wouldn’t I? You’re my friend.”

“I know, it’s just been a bit different since we really got to talk like this.”

“And may I ask why we are here?”

Ricky scratched the back of his neck, breaking eye contact from you to look around the area. You moved your head to try and meet his eyeline, hoping he would look at you.

“I’ve had something on my mind for a while, and I feel like you should know.”

Your heart started beating quickly again, feeling your face warm up and your hands beginning to fumble with each other.

“What is it?”

He took a deep breath, closing his eyes for a few seconds before staring back at you. His small gaze alone surely made your cheeks flush.

“For these past few weeks, few months, actually, I could not stop thinking about you.”

Your mouth opened slightly, and your eye widened. No noise was able to come out of your mouth, his words made you completely shocked.

“It’s been a little over a year since Nini and I dated, and for that time we were together, it didn’t feel real.”

“What do you mean?” You asked in a hush tone.

“It just didn’t feel like a real relationship. I did like her, but something just didn’t feel right. After a while we sort of lost that spark, you know?”

You were scared for Ricky to finish his sentence. Everything you could have thought he was going to say terrified you.

“When Nini stopped talking to me, I was somewhat ok. I mean, yeah, we’re friends, but it didn’t bother me as much. But then you stopped talking to me, too, and I realized what was happening.”

He took a short pause, as if he was trying to find the right way to phrase what he would say next.

“I thought I lost you, like we would never be friends again, and that caused me the most heartbreak. We would still talk, you know? Even when Nini and I were together, we were still best friends. But those few months that we barely spoke to each other, it was like a piece of me was missing. I needed you, more than anything in the world. I know it sucks, especially because I dated your sister, and it took me so long to realize this, but I have to know. Do you like me the way that I like you?”

You felt like you were going to faint. This is what you have always wanted; for Ricky to tell you that he felt the same way about you. But none of this felt right. It was as if you were stabbing your sister in the back. How could you date your sister’s ex boyfriend? How selfish could you be to say yes to him?

You mustered up the courage to finally speak up. “Ricky,”

“Yeah?” He responded hopefully, his body starting to lean closer to yours.

“I do like you, for like, a long time.”

Ricky let out a relieved breath, slowly inching his head closer to yours. Your breath hitched in your throat just as his nose touched yours, but you placed a hand on his chest, preventing him from moving any closer.

“But I can’t be with you.”

He pulled away, his smiled faded into a frown.

“You still dated my sister, and I know you mean no harm, but I can’t do that to her. I really do like you, and I wish I would be with you the way you want to, but we can’t. It’s not right.”

He shook his head sadly, taking a small step back from where you stood. You felt a pain in your chest as you regretted rejecting him.

An awkward silence grew over you two, making you feel uneasy. Your skin itched the more you stood quietly.

“We’re still friends, right?” You asked shyly.

The corner of Ricky’s lips turned upwards, a sense of relief washed over you. “Always.”

“Let me know if you change your mind, I’m always here.”

You grinned, holding your arms out for Ricky to come to you. He greatfully scooted closer and wrapped his arms around your waist, yours around his neck. You felt so comfortable again, having him hold you. His hands on your torso felt like it grew slightly tighter. You mirrored him by holding him closer to you for a little longer.

➢➣ ➢➣

“Can we talk?”

You looked up from your laptop on your lap. Your back was up against the headboard of your bed, typing out some of your homework assigned. Nini was standing by the doorway, a soft smile on her face.

“Yeah, something wrong?” You shut your laptop and put it on your bedside table, making room for your sister.

She climbed your bed and sat in front of you, crossing her legs. “I know what you did today.”

You took a deep breath, closing your eyes and rolling your head back.

“Look, Nini, I’m so sorry-”

“Why? I’m not mad.”

“I didn’t mean to hurt you, I promise I-wait, what?” You ramble.

“Ricky told me what happened. He said that he finally told you that he liked you, and you felt the same but you wouldn’t do anything because you didn’t want to hurt me.”

“I never want to disrespect you, you’re my sister.”

Nini sighed as she crawled up next to you and sit right by your side. She placed her hand on your arm, giving you a reassuring smile.

“Don’t you think I know how much you have given up for me for our entire lives?”

You raised an eyebrow, confused as to what she was implying.

“Like that Christmas when you gave me your cupcake, and when you took the blame for me for knocking over that vase, and when you hid your feelings for Ricky from me, and when you gave me $10 to buy lunch, and now you rejected Ricky just because you didn’t want to hurt me.”

“Wait, you knew I liked Ricky?”

“I figured it out after we broke up.”

You groaned, resting your elbows on your knees and shoving your face in your hands.

“I’m sorry.”

“Stop being sorry, Y/N. You have done so much for me, and I have been the terrible sister for not being able to do anything for you. I’m sorry.”

You shook your head at your sister, but she held up her hand before you could continue.

“Let me do something for you. Text Ricky right now and say you will go out an a date with him.”

“No, Nini, I can’t.” You started.

“Trust me, it’s weird for me, too. It’s so weird to think of my sister and my ex being together. But you deserve to be happy, and it’s not like I hate his guts or anything.”

You both laugh together. You finally felt complete relief inside, especially now that your sister was happy for you. You brought your sister into your arms, hugging her as tightly as you could.

“Thank you, Nini.” You whispered.

“I know, I’m the best big sister ever.”

“By like five minutes.”

“Shut up and text him already!”

You laughed, unplugging your phone from its charger and opening Ricky’s contact.

Y/N

want to go hang out afterschool tomorrow?

Ricky

i thought you’d never ask

A/N - im not going to lie i got real carried away with this one . i also said i would update yesterday but i totally neglected my ap test oops . so hope u guys like this one and next update will be saturday !! love y’all xx

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[oh-roman]

vanilla

it's your birthday.

NSFW

. . .

If you’re being honest, you haven’t truly celebrated your birthday for a few years. This is your first one spent with Bill and apparently, he has a different view on celebrations—one that seems to be far more fun than you’re usual popcorn and movie.

You wake up to the slightest scent of something so sweet, and so familiar. “Baby,” Bill whispers in your ear, before kissing it softly. “Happy birthday,”

You’re blushing before your eyes even open and he lets out a deep chuckle before smothering your face in kisses. “There’s my birthday girl,” He smiles ear to ear, pulling the comforter down your body. “You gotta wake up babe -- the cupcakes'll get cold,”

“Cupcakes!” You squeak, and you can feel the bed bounce a bit as Bill chuckles. Your eyes don't even have to be all that open to know his clothes are stained with flour and rainbow sprinkles, and from the smell of it, vanilla extract as well. "Yes, yes, I know,” He says, carressing one of your cheeks with the backside of his hand. “I’m the best boyfriend,”

"Hmm, I suppose," You mumble, yawning and flinging your arms to side for a good stretch. It's one of those really orgasmic stretches that make your squint your eyes and open your mouth in an O shape. "Fuck," you whisper, feeling slightly more sleepy now. Looking up at Bill with doe eyes, you grab onto the nearest thing near you to cuddle close, and it turns out to be his arm. Giving his fingers a small kiss, you hold it to your chest like it's a baby, wanting so bad to fall back to sleep.

"Absolutely beautiful," Bill murmurs.

Your heart swells in a warm kind of way, whenever he says something cheeky and you figure he gets off on the fact that you never know how to respond to a compliment. He just knows you'll stare at him with your eyes on his, smiling ever so slightly. "Now," He moves closer to your body. "Since you're gettin' older," Craddling your body, he swoops you into his arms, bridle style.

"Baby," You gasp, gripping the neck of his neck and shoulder. He lets out a breathy chuckle, kissing your nose before saying, "It is my duty, as your much younger boyfriend to care for you," And your face straightens as much it could ever. "2 months is a big difference, sweetheart,"

"Shut up," You mumble, resting your head in his neck as you both bounce down the stairs. Soon, he lets you down in kitchen, where your feet hit the cold tile and Bill put his hand over your eyes. Although, it's so big, it covers most of your nose and top lip too. "I thought we were done with surprises-" You begin, before realizing his hand is gone and a puppy's sitting on your kitchen counter with a little pink bow on it, whining softly.

There's something about seeing you speechless that really got Bill's rocks off. Watching your face pout and your arms cuddle the little thing, like a newborn baby. He just watches you for a moment, crossing his arms across his chest and already feeling replaced. "She's so cute, baby," You whimper, and Bill feels his little heart beating faster. "Yeah," he breathes, "Thought you might like one to keep you company when you're mad at me," Smiling, he bends down to press his lips against yours, with an arm snaked around your hips. Just then, the puppy lets out a whimper. "Hmm," Bill grumbles.

You lick your lips a bit, making sure Bill sees, before turning your attention to the widdle baby in your arms, cooing and rocking it side to side. "It's already turning into a little cock blocker," He groans, grabbing a cupcake from the fridge and leaning against the counter. "She doesn't know any better," You giggle, walking into the living room to set her down on the couch. "I think," you begin, watching Bill's eyes flicker toward you from the cupcake. "I'll be a good mom,"

You wrap your arm around his figure, quietly wishing his shirt weren't on. "Mhm," He hums. "The best mommy," Slowly raising the cupcake up to your mouth, he raises an eyebrow toward you, longing for you to taste it so he knows he did a good job on them. He's more of a baby than a puppy, you think.

Sticking your tongue out, you keep your eyes on him the entire time, as you scoop some icing into your mouth and moan intentionally at the taste. You can't tell if it's the way he called you mommy, or if vanilla flavoring makes you hypersensitive to the way he's got his fingertips grazing your hip, but whatever it is, Bill can sense it. "Tell me how it tastes," He counters, just now noticing how hard your nipples are through your (his) oversized t-shirt. "Really sweet," You answer, but he can't focus on your voice over his own selfish curiosity, wondering how wet he's made his girl. Just as he's running a thumb over your nipples, you begin sliding down to your knees, making sure to keep that eye contact. Bill watches your every move, but there's no smirk at his lips, only a soft expression, as if he really needs this.

Carelessly tossing the cupcake to the side, he palms the back of your head with his hand and guides it back, so that you're looking straight up at him, with your lips slightly parted. He shakes his head no and your eyebrows furrow. "Open," is all he says, pulling his shirt off. His gaze never leaves your face as he's unfastening his belt, looking at your little frame, with your mouth wide open. He shuffles out of his sweatpants and groans at the sight of you once more, feeling your finger tips run down his things. In seconds, he holds your chin steady and cranes his neck down a bit, before spitting onto your tongue. "Go on," He says, voice as soft as rain.

Making sure to swallow with eyes on his, you take a good look at the outline of his cock beneath his boxers, teasing the head of it with your thumb. Normally, you'd never tease Bill. However, you figure your birthday calls for a different play of events and by the looks of it, he doesn't want you to stop. Eyes fluttering closed, you run your tongue up the shaft of his dick, over the fabric, practically dripping at the feeling. "God," He mumbles, tucking a thumb into his waistband to pull them down, but you smack his hand away. He nearly wraps his fingers around your throat, as he normally would when you denied him.

But his teeth sink into his bottom lip instead, remembering who the birthday girl is.

"I've been waiting all year for this," Your eyes flicker back and forth between his eyes and the waistband of his boxers, as you slowly pull them down, moaning at the first glance of his cock springing up against his bellybutton. "Show me," Bill nearly growls, gripping the countertop in one hand, and the back of your neck with the other. Its a bit different, not having Bill to guide your mouth where he wants it. You start kissing around it, nevertheless, feeling his body flinch and shutter with every movement. He hates being teased, but Christ, it feels so good, taking control. After a few moments of this, you finally give him the satisfaction and wrap your lips around the head of his cock. "Y/N," Bill's eyes roll back, feeling you take him all the way in your mouth.

It's hard to explain how he tastes. It's so dirty, the feeling of his cock touching the back of throat, and you find yourself multitasking between twisting your hand around the base of his cock and massaging your clit in circles over your panties.

"Just like that," His little moans of reassurance keep you feeling like a good girl.

"Don't stop sweetheart," He groans, tightening that grip he has on your neck. Though, you never planned on stopping in the first place. Whimpering with his dick in your mouth was probably the first sign that you were close to ruining your panties and Bill couldn't help but watch you struggle to suck him and touch yourself at the same time.

His jaw clenched roughly, pulling you off his cock by your hair. "C'mere," he beckons, looking as serious as ever. Standing to your feet, you bite down on your lip, half confused, half nervous. Bill picks you up for the second time his morning, this time fully naked, and he nearly sprints up the stairs so fast, you're afraid he might drop you. Nevertheless, he barges into your bedroom and sets you down, so he can lie down on the bed first.

"Strip for me," He asserts all his dominance in one string of words and it's enough to make you shiver. Stroking himself, he watches you like you're his favorite porn star -- eyes following your hands as you step out of your panties and pull the shirt from over your head. "That's a good girl," Never in a million years would he get tired of seeing your body like this -- in all its glory, on showcase for him. He's got a hand lazily resting on your hip, gesturing for you to come closer.

"I want," His breath blows past your nipples and you moan again. "This," Slipping two fingers across your pussy, he inhales sharply. "On my mouth." You're hardly able to stand now, legs feeling all wobbly. You nod a bit too eagerly and he chuckles like a true sinner, watching you crawl on top of him. Expect, just as YOURE inching your pussy toward his face, he stops you abruptly -- "Ah, ah," He wags his finger at you. "You finish what you started, birthday girl," Gesturing for you to turn around.

It feels like forever, how slow you're turning around, and he knows exactly what sort of game you're playing. Though, he doesn't really mind, bringing a hand down on your ass. "What's my name Y/N," he breathes, pulling you closer to his lips by your ankles. You're voice stutters as his breath fans across your clit. "Hm?" Spanking you once more.

"Daddy," You feel chills all the way down your legs.

"Mhm ... That's right," He assures himself, thumbing over your opening. "Stay still," he says, before pulling your pussy closer and lapping his tongue over you. Come to think of it, he's panting harder than you, squinting his eyes closed, with his tongue flicking over your clit.

You're a lot more vocal now, grinding yourself on his tongue. Although he can't make out specific words, once you pick up where you started with his cock. It's the way you're taking him into you're mouth -- hollowing your cheeks around his length and grinding your hips on his mouth in the same rhythm. He's much closer than you, he thinks and he just can't have that.

The birthday girl cums first.

His hand his gripping your thigh so roughly, and you silently hope he leaves a few marks. "Fucking hell," he groans, lapping his tongue into your opening, before pressing a thumb inside. It's got you way louder than before and he's sucking your clit a lot more aggressive because of that. "Y/N," He pants. "You gotta let go for me,"

You're focused on the feeling, curling your toes and finding it hard to find a steady breathing rhythm. You find yourself clenching around the wetness of his tongue and stroking his cock faster in your hand. "Shit," He rolls his eyes, feeling your mouth again -- his cock twitching in your mouth like he's so needy to cum fill your mouth. It's like a race almost, waiting for each other to let go. But, Bill's fucking you with his tongue so sloppily, you feel far too weak to make out an words. Just a small murmur escapes your lips with his member in your mouth.

"Speak the fuck up," He orders, furrowing his brows.

A string of curse words all that you moan, scream rather as you come undone on his tongue. Replacing your mouth with your hand, your hand lazily pumps his cock, so desperate for his cum now. "Shhh," He groans, spanking you and throwing his head back at the feeling. "God," You clean him off -- running your tongue over it all, feeling accomplished.

"Damn," He exhales. "Come here -- I miss that pretty little face,"

So, you do just that, snuggling into his side and running a hand up his damp chest. "Love you," you whisper. Bill just smooths his hand over your hair and presses a kiss to your forehead. "Mmm," he hums. "Say that again,"

Tilting you head back, you grin up at him and he opens one eye to peak down at you. "I love you daddy,"

"Do you enjoy making me hard?" He chuckles. "Is that what it is?" It was a bit of a sadistic game for you, making him remind you how dominant he was.

He kisses you softly anyway, mumbling against your lips, "Love you more." And it's then, you realize you love your birthday a lot more now. But, your heart nearly stops and leaps out of your chest all of a sudden. "What is it?" Bill's brows furrow, holding you tighter.

"God," You whine, climbing over him and slipping on a robe. "The puppy Bill!"

But, he only rolls his eyes and reaches out for your hand while you're panicking with the robe tie. "If she keeps taking my baby away from me, I'm gonna take her back to the pound," He says, smacking your ass.

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[iristhemessenger]

Sugared Kisses

Fandom: The Wayhaven Chronicles

Relationships: Felix Hauville/f.Detective

Summary: It's Felix's birthday, and Eris surprises her boyfriend with a special treat <3Pure fluff and frosting, everyone <3

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"Can I look yet?"

Closing the door to Felix’s bedroom behind her carefully, Eris laughed softly to herself at the needy tone in her boyfriend's voice.

He had been fairly well-behaved, all things considered. The usually energetic young agent could be patient when he wanted to be, but those moments were rare. It was just his nature. He didn't like to wait or sit still too long if he could help it. There was too much to do and see in this world, so much to catch up on compared to the natives who grew up here.

The notion had been fun at first when she had suggested it, asking him sweetly with that lovely smile of hers. So, he had obliged her, with his best attempt at a sly smile, his curiosity piqued.

Now, sitting on his bed, eyes shut tight at her request, he was starting to get antsy. As evident by the impatient tapping of his foot against the carpeted floor, his lips pursed together in an adorable pout.

“Almost - no peeking!” She warned, flipping the lights off.

Felix felt his heart begin to pound loudly in his chest, as the light behind his eyelids disappeared.

“Oooooh, all alone in the dark?” He purred, “whatever could you be planning, babe?”

“You’ll see” She teased, her voice, soft and sweet. He could never get enough of the sound of it.

He could hear her own heartbeat, the rhythmic pulsing a familiar song to his ears and he grinned.

In the darkness, he smelled the familiar scent of tempting vanilla and blood unique to her and her alone as she came closer, crossing the room in a few easy steps. Felt her in the air as she suddenly kneeled before him, settling between his legs. He bit his lip, his own building excitement almost unbearable in the growing tension, as the desire to pull her closer, to feel her soft skin against his nearly consumed him.

He did his best to resist, not wanting to ruin whatever surprise she had in store for him.

"If you just wanted me all to yourself, babe, you could have just asked…" he joked, in an attempt to distract himself. “You know I would never say no to you.”

Then he heard the strike of a match, and the smell of fire. He tensed immediately, his skin prickling at the sudden, sharp warmth in surprise.

“It’s ok,” she soothed, her tone gentle and calming. He relaxed instantly. “Trust me?”

Releasing the breath he’d been holding, Felix nodded, resolute. Eris would never hurt him, he knew. She was smart, strong, yet also warm and loving at the same time. In her arms he always felt safe and secure. “Of course, always.”

He could practically feel the smile on her face at his declaration, the sight of it clear and beautiful in his mind’s eye. She always told him his smile was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen, bright as the sun, filling her with irrational happiness and joy every time.

He had been proud and flattered to hear her say so. Preening like a bird at her honeyed words, but it was her smile, her happiness, that he treasured more than anything. It made his heart flutter and swell every time, knowing her smile was for him and him alone. They hadn't been together long, but Felix was already beyond head over heels for the woman.

He still couldn’t believe she’d picked him, some days it felt like a dream. One he never wanted to wake up from if he had his way.

“Ok, open them!” She announced, after a beat of excruciating silence.

Smiling in relief, he did as she bid.

To his delight, Eris was indeed kneeling between his legs, grinning from ear to ear in the soft glow emitting from the small flame she had created.

Curiously, he cocked his head to the side as he forced himself to look away from her face, gaze trailing down to seek out the source of the glow. She was holding something out to him, small enough to fit in the palm of her hand, presented for his approval.

It was a cupcake!

With purple frosting and bright, colorful sprinkles and a little wax figure candle in the shape of an exaggerated, plump unicorn. With a bright, rainbow-colored mane, glittering with sparkles that caught in the light of the fire burning atop it’s horn.

He took it from her, smiling as he examined it. He loved when she gave him little gifts like these, as evidenced by the small shelf he had dedicated to all the knick-knacks Eris had given him whenever something interesting caught her eye. It made him giddy, knowing she had thought of him when she was out and about.

"Happy birthday!"

Felix blinked, stunned.

"Wait-what?” he stammered, confused. “You...how?"

"Nate," She explained as he struggled to form a coherent sentence. “I figure as your official girlfriend now, it’s only appropriate that I know when your birthday is, right?”

Rising from the floor, she turned on the lamp sitting on his nightstand, casting them in a delicate light as she joined him on the bed. Wrapping her arms around his shoulders from behind, she nuzzled into the crook of his neck, inhaling his sweet, citrusy scent.

"I wanted to do something special for you. I know it's last minute and you don't usually eat this kind of stuff, but it was such a cute little cake, and I hoped you’d like the candle it came with,” She chuckled. “It reminded me of you. Happy birthday, Felix.”

"Babe…" Felix trailed off, once again at a loss for words.

Once upon a time such moments were a known rarity, his chattering endless and near legendary within the Agency. But his current tongue-tied state had since become almost commonplace with Eris around, constantly throwing him off his game and rendering him speechless under the love and attention she lavished upon him in return.

Like now, for instance.

He stared at the frosted treat, as if he had never laid eyes on one before. He had, of course. But this was...

Once he had discovered the customary importance of birthdays, Felix had insisted Unit Bravo celebrate as per tradition, to Nate’s amusement, Adam’s indifference and Mason’s annoyance (the colorful balloons and party banners making him cringe) But that was them, they were a team, a family, always together.

No one he had ever been with before had ever done something like this for him in the past, had never stayed long enough or been curious enough about him to even ask. Until now. But that was it, wasn’t it? Eris was different, she wasn’t like anyone else. Not by a long shot. From the way she made him feel to all the small things she did for him that never failed to take his breath away.

Her little gifts, which she bought just because she was thinking of him , like how he thought of her. The hours they spent talking on the phone after she got off of work, sometimes putting him on speaker as she went about her business cooking or cleaning because she loved hearing his voice as much as he loved hearing her’s. The gentle touches, caressing his face in comfort, brushing her leg against his, holding his hand, relishing the simple warmth and feel of the other. The soft kisses that made his heart flutter, and the more heated touches that kindled a yearning in him like he’d felt for no other.

Felix had told her once her happiness was his happiness. Vice-versa, for Eris, his happiness was also her’s.

Their happiness, in all its dazzling warmth and sunshine, all their own.

“Thank you, babe…this is…no one has ever…” Turning to face her, sparkling amber sought deep blue, and Eris smiled at the soft, almost somber expression on the vampire’s face.

Her smile only grew as he finally returned the gesture, practically beaming like the sun itself, her sun, unable to suppress the immense happiness and elation that was coursing through him in that moment. She was incredible, and she had done this for him . “This is amazing, you're amazing, the absolute best, and I love it!”

He sighed happily, savoring the sweet brush of her lips against his cheek.

“I’m glad, now, make a wish and blow out the candle!” She instructed, his joy contagious as she giggled, turning him back to the pudgy unicorn candle, the wax beginning to run down its horn. “Ready?”

Bobbing his head enthusiastically, Felix closed his eyes to make his wish. Taking only a second before his eyes flew back open and he quickly extinguished the candle’s flame. As if blowing it out quicker would make his wish come true that much faster.

Clapping, Eris cheered. “Congratulations, you’re a year older! Your…wait, how old are you now?”

“Hmmm, I don’t know” Felix admitted with a shrug, plucking the candle off the cupcake’s surface. “We don’t celebrate birthdays in the Echo World, but I think Nate figured maybe…over 70 or 80 years old? Somewhere in that ballpark.”

Now it was her turn to blink in surprise, laughing lightly. “Oh, wow…you know I never really thought about it, but it makes sense. You’re the youngest, but Adam is over nine hundred, and Nate and Mason are both over one hundred, at least. Compared to that, I feel so…hey?!”

Before she could stop him, he took a large bite out of the sweet confection. How could he not? She had picked it out special just for him, and it did smell...interesting. The purple frosting stained and smeared over his lush lips as he pulled away to chew the mush of chocolate and raspberry filling, contemplating the taste for a moment before shivering as the flavors overwhelmed him. His sense of taste suddenly assaulted by the foreign treat’s many stimulating ingredients. Particularly, the vast amount of sweetener and sugar.

“Felix? Babe?” Eris stared at the youngest member of Unit Bravo, carefully gauging his reaction to the treat.

His eyes, beautiful and wide, were a bit dilated, and Eris held a breath. Waiting for him to spit the goop of chocolate mush out in disgust. She knew a vampire's hyper senses made it difficult to process all the different flavors and such, but she had never seen Felix actually eat anything before. Though, he had confessed to trying a few things over the years.

"Felix, babe, are you o-!" She didn't get a chance to finish as the vampire suddenly whipped around, tackling her to the mattress as his lips sought her own in an urgent, messy kiss.

Moaning, she tasted the sugar, sweet and delicious in the warmth of his mouth, with a bite of the tart berry on his tongue as it caressed her own. Hungry and wanting, the sudden burst of lust drove them both, hips bucking and hands wandering, as Felix rode the sugar high along with his own desire to touch and feel his lover.

Eris was more than happy to oblige him, writhing under Felix’s eager attentions. He was the birthday boy, after all. All she had to give or offer was his for the day, he had but to ask, and honestly, any day after. Felix, with his captivating eyes and a smile that radiated like the sun, pulling her into his orbit effortlessly, invoking feelings in her she had never experienced before for another person.

Bobby had been a train wreck, selfish and ugly under all his faux charm and lies, and any casual dalliance or date following him just hadn’t clicked. Not like this. This, between them now, was akin to the fairy tales she had adored as a child. She enjoyed those romantic stories even as an adult, but time and reality had all but turned those idyllic fantasies into just that, fantasies. Daydreams that kept her hopeful and empathetic to those around her, like Tina, hoping for the best out of the worst.

Then Felix had appeared, along with the rest of Unit Bravo, turning her world upside down in some of the worst, and best ways. Even after all of the chaos, after Murphy and the Trappers that loomed in the shadows, she would continue to happily take the worst of it all if it meant keeping Felix by her side. He chased all those things away with a simple smile her way, making everything feel so…right and good in the world. In her world.

The minutes that passed were lost to them, as they rolled about Felix’s many bed covers, gasping and groaning, laughing and loving, but finally they pulled apart. Resting their foreheads together as they were want to do, neither eager to part as Eris caught her breath and Felix basked in the buzzing of the sugar in his veins and the feel of his girlfriend, heart and pulse thundering in his ears, pressed tightly against him.

"Best day ever…" he breathed, his smile bright and content, illuminating her world in its brilliance.

“It gets even better,” She promised, feeling his grin against her neck as he trailed messy kisses along her flesh.

“Oh, yeah? I doubt it could get much better than having you here with me,” he countered, the genuineness in his voice making her heart ache and swell with unbridled happiness and other emotions too deep and complicated to name.

She really hoped he enjoyed the surprise party she and Nate had put together earlier while he’d been confined to his room, currently waiting for them both in the living room along with the rest of Unit Bravo. The image of Mason and Adam blowing balloons would forever remain etched in her memory, as well as said vampire’s displeasure at the common room’s colorful makeover (the brighter the better!) and Nate’s ringing laughter as she had tossed streamers about over their heads.

But that could all wait, she thought as she keened at his touch and fervent kisses. She would have a messy trail of purple frosting all over her face and neck, but she didn’t care. This moment was theirs, and its sweetness would linger on her tongue long after they left this room.

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Attractive New Vanilla Perfume

Pair this together with your favorite worn-in leather jacket to increase your smolder issue by tenfold. Since then, I’ve graduated onto a more subtle fragrance wardrobe and traded physique sprays for actual big-girl eau de parfums. My vainness is well-stocked with fragrances each luxe and indie, however none have yet to elicit the identical response Rachel introduced out in my middle-school self vanilla perfume. 

The intoxicating scent that appeared to embody sophistication, sweetness, and sexiness all at once? No one ever advised me I smelled delicious, but each time I spritzed myself, I felt instantly more desirable .

Then, it develops into heftier notes of cherry and caramel.

This warm, floral perfume provides off a hint of spice that strikes the proper balance between sexy and complex.

Vanille Insensée opens up with a blast of fresh glowing citrus and vanilla – with whispers of coriander spice and a few woodiness in the background.

A spicy tackle the normally gourmand and cloyingly sweet vanilla, this fragrance has lots of depth and character.

Pure Madagascar vanilla, vanilla perfume creamy tonka bean, & soft heliotrope mix for a seductive expression of nature. Part of Guerlain's Exclusive collection, this was actually created by Jean-Paul Guerlain, the fourth and last master perfume within the Guerlain dynasty. It's a fragile vanilla splashed in boozy rum – warm, sweet, sexy and thoroughly intoxicating. Pure vanilla opens with fresh jasmine and lime then beds down into oak moss, woods and spicy coriander. The result smells easy, understated, cosy, and elegant like wrapping your self up in the softest cashmere jumper. Impactful and memorable, Nest’s Midnight Fleur Eau de Parfum combines exotic woods, black amber, and patchouli with the warmth of vanilla orchid.

For greatest outcomes, spray our fragrances on those pulse factors the place the blood runs closest to the pores and skin; behind the ears, inside wrists, behind the knees or the décolletage. [newline]These days it can be discounted as too cloying or too fundamental but lest we overlook, it's a bona fide aphrodisiac with a confirmed capability to assuage, seduct and even enhance arousal. All merchandise are independently selected by our editors. If you buy something, we might earn an affiliate commission.

A powdery true vanilla, this isn’t too candy or too artificial, albeit it's a little little bit of each. Perfect for these days whenever you wish to odor like one thing warm and cosy, that is an inoffensive blind buy. However, vanilla is one notice which may be beautifully utilised in a fragrance without it costing lots. So, if you’re a fan of this sweet spice, we suggest the following budget-friendly perfumes with completely different versions of this note to strive.

A signature mix of pure essential oils, nature similar oils, and botanically derived aromas. [newline]Even although it’s is difficult to supply, synthetic vanilla flavoring and fragrance have made this sweetie rather more accessible. It’s reasonably priced, readily available and meaning more sweetness, muffins and vanilla for all. It’s a pleasing, well-blended perfume that showcases the eponymous vanilla with out smelling bakery-like or overly female. Lignin is a category of advanced polymers that give woody plants their structure. Imitation vanilla derived from lignin was once made with the pulp waste from the paper business. So don’t overspray this one; 1 – 2 sprays MAX …and you’re set.

With hints of sweet tonka bean, Vanillary warms and develops on the pores and skin to create an intoxicating aroma that's been a buyer favourite for years. The smoky notes of tobacco mix harmoniously with the rich white vanillic notes. If you’re on the lookout for the most effective vanilla perfume for long winter nights, look no further. I would describe Vanille Fatale as a delicious fragrance.

Delicious and candy, this scent is also available in a rollerball model for individuals who need just a touch with out committing an extreme amount of. The flowering vanilla orchid vines take up to three years to mature and as soon as the vanilla beans are fully grown, they must be on the vine for a minimal of 9 months before vanilla perfume harvesting. Plus, it takes about five to seven pounds of vanilla beans to produce one pound of vanilla – it’s plenty of work, however it’s a candy reward. On the other finish of the spectrum is Tom Ford’s Tobacco Vanille which highlights the seductive and sensual side of vanilla. The fragrance opens with a big intoxicating blast of each vanilla and tobacco. While the vanilla starts off as a sugar-sweet gourmand, it quickly turns right into a more delicate and darkish sweetness.

Both women and men can enjoy wearing this elegant perfume. Vanilla is commonly related to feminity, however this product has proven to be a best-seller for men as properly. The smell of Black Opium derives from a powerful blend of pure vanilla and occasional. The help of the primary accords comes from numerous floral notes. These notes bring the alluring effects of coffee and vanilla back to the bottom in a beautiful method.

For a barely more subtle fragrance, go for vanilla perfumes with a heart of woody patchouli that creates a wealthy, heady, finally ultra-feminine scent. Those seeking a extra trendy scent should look for perfumes with more masculine or uncommon notes, like Jo Malone’s Vanilla & Anise Cologne or Tom Ford’s Tobacco Vanille. Given how tricky vanilla is to domesticate, the vast majority of the vanilla scents and flavourings you may come throughout are synthetic (99% of them, in fact). Choose right and it could possibly smell phenomenal – creamy, sweet, smoky, spicy or floral. But first you have to find one which's not too sickly and never too candy. This is one of Atelier Cologne’s best-selling fragrances, thanks to the candy vanilla notes, which rework into a sultry, rich aroma as soon as utilized.

In reality, it still has a hint of the original Alien DNA – but with some added candy creamy horny vanilla. Lira opens up with a candy creamy glowing orange citrus vibe – from a blood orange and vanilla/caramel combo… with hints of liquorice and cinnamon. The resinous woods and vanilla continue into the dry down and you get a deep earthy notice with whispers of incense. It’s like a creamy vanilla combined with a burning wood vibe. Memoirs of a Trespasser opens up barely smoky, with a candy boozy vanilla vibe and a few woods.

There’s a distinctive boozy and smoky character to the scent that’s not found in some other scent. This is a rich, daring and heat fragrance that can suit women who exude class and confidence. This is the best vanilla fragrance for those looking for a selection of rich undertones.

Mon Guerlain Intense is a superb vanilla perfume for ladies who want to odor exquisitely candy and endlessly romantic. In this guide, I’ll inform you in regards to the eleven greatest vanilla perfumes for ladies, including superb designer and niche fragrances for each style. “Chergui” by Serge Lutens is a incredible unisex vanilla scent. It’s the proper match for ladies and men who take priority in having an aura of magnificence to them.

You're already on your approach to a scent-sational discovery. Dior Addict is amongst the best perfumes that odor like vanilla for girls with a passionate nature and a beautiful, heat heart. Gypsy Water is a wonderful vanilla-scented perfume for women that smells identical to freedom and never-ending adventures. Black Opium continues to be a top-selling vanilla perfume. And, it's going to probably continue to dominate the market for years to return.

If that doesn’t showcase tried-and-tested expertise, then I don’t know what does. Viva la Juicy has all the time had a knack for producing unbelievable perfumes for reasonably priced prices. With this vanilla perfume, you will get a fragrance that is high quality however will not break the financial institution.

Just because this is probably the most traditional "vanilla perfume" out of the bunch would not make it boring—quite the opposite, actually. Vanilla is spiked with jasmine and fresh lime, then shaken and garnished with notes like oak moss, wood, and spicy coriander. It’s the scent you want your dream associate to be sporting when you lock eyes for the first time in a crowded bar, and also the scent you want to be sporting when the moment occurs. There’s something magical about this fragrance in the truth that it’s one method or the other extraordinarily comforting and dizzyingly pulse-quickening suddenly.

Inspired by an evening in Paris , it is a soft sensual vanilla with a smoky, oriental undercurrent that draws you shut and feels very sultry and romantic. Plus, it manages to navigate away from feeling sickly or cloying fully. A crowd-pleaser, blind-sniffed this blend of berries, honeysuckle, amber, caramel and vanilla got here out on prime. A straight-shooting vanilla, this does edge barely into cupcake territory, however what it is actually perfect at, is layering up other perfumes to make them slightly warmer, sweeter and creamier. We might earn a fee on anything purchased via our hyperlinks.

When it involves vanilla perfumes, there are many fans of the popular notice on the market. We've obtained such an enormous range of sweet, citrusy, natural, and floral perfumes that choosing one can seem daunting, but it does not should be. Whether you're shopping for a new perfume on-line or in-store, we may help you slender down your search with a few suggestions and tips.

“Vanille Fatale” is another high-end vanilla fragrance from the legendary Tom Ford. Compared to Tobacco Vanille, Tom Ford’s Vanille Fatale is a extra casual, easy to put on fragrance. While it’s simple to put on, it nonetheless has plenty of hints of luxury. This high-end vanilla fragrance by the legendary Tom Ford is not your common luxurious scent. It’s the most effective vanilla perfume for ladies in search of to combine femininity with sexuality.

Best-known for being Rihanna's favourite fragrance, this is a syrupy gourmand that smells like cream soda, fluffy marshmallows and clouds of candy floss, blended with a glug of sensual vanilla. It's ambrosial, heat, candy, creamy and alluring (just like you'd anticipate our goddess, Ri-Ri, to smell). However, it takes a very sweet tooth to drag it off. Save if you shop for vanilla perfumes with these Selfridges low cost codes.

Sweet Spicy Smoky Vanilla

Sweet and subtle, this fragrance is perfect for spring and summer season, when the flowers are blooming, and spirits are excessive. We’re undecided how the word “vanilla” developed to mean bland, fundamental or boring – as a result of the truth is, vanilla itself isn’t even near being blah. It’s the coziness on prime of a woodsy notice, the dash of sweetness in a spicy scent, the seductive hint in a floral base, and it’s in some of our most-known fragrances . Vanilla has a creamy, heat, comforting, but additionally slightly unique scent.

Armanisì Eau De Parfum For Ladies 50 Ml

We love that it’s refined, sophisticated, and instructions attention, but not in an overbearing means. This warm, floral fragrance offers off a touch of spice that strikes the right steadiness between horny and complicated. The first spritz opens with a fruity-floral aroma that lightly transforms right into a warm rosy, vanilla bouquet.

Both the scent and design of the bottle were inspired by the character and soul of traditional glam rock. This offers Black Opium a darkish and mysterious idea and character. A character not seen in any of the mainstream fragrances. Essential oils include excessive concentrations of every botanicals essence or taste. Our proprietary, all-natural formulation process ensures that every fragrance offers long-lasting scents.

This is the vanilla-scented perfume that set the unique standard. And, to this present day, it’s one of the very top vanilla perfumes available on the market. Despite the prominence of vanilla scents in perfumery, vanilla perfumes aren’t at all times easy to get proper. That’s why we've created this exhaustive listing of the most effective vanilla perfumes. The top choices come from numerous price ranges and backgrounds. Each of the top vanilla-scented perfumes on this listing has a distinct take on the odor of vanilla.