#soleil ily

[meloneta]

hiiiiiiiii

HIIIIIIII<333

[sonodaxchoco]

What if we both grew up in the worst pocket universe plot device known to man. And we were both girls

Individual versions in the reblog to be paired as u like

[sematarygirls]

making out with sonny would be the most perfect and hottest thing in the world that man would touch you so well

this is SO true, omg !! i would actually give my left tit to experience it, icl.

the little moans and groans he would make... oh my godddddd. he knows exactly what he's doing, but he wants to ease into it, take it slow at first. he'd gradually become more insistent and needy, for lack of a better word, when he realizes that you're as into it and enthusiastic as he is (he's very enthusiastic about everything regarding you). also, i just know he loves kissing your neck, his breath hot against your skin with his hands firmly on your waist as he leaves sloppy, wet kisses on your skin, his teeth occasionally grazing against you. if he leaves any marks, they're low and easy enough to hide. he's skilled with his mouth, and he knows it.

he'd also for sure mumble compliments and praises against your lips and your neck because this mf loves to talk. shutting up is simply not an option, no matter the scenario.

[caes-funnyarc]

short wrightworth fic

“Stars are real bright tonight.” Phoenix whispered, neck craned to observe the sky. The hood of their shared car creaked underneath him as he shifted, moving closer to Edgeworth. 

“Can’t say that I disagree. It is rather beautiful,” He replied swiftly, without a moment’s hesitation. It was a Thursday night, mere hours after a long and tiring case. Trials were a sort of game to them now; defense, prosecution, defense, prosecution. Back and forth, objection for objection. Date nights often fell on these days, due to unexpected extensions in court. It was coincidental, but it felt like some universal reward.

“Miles, I have a bit of an odd question. Something that’s been bothering me,” Phoenix turned to face him, brows furrowed and heart skipping beats.

“Go on.”

“I just- I guess I’ve been thinking about it a while. It’s not a suggestion, only a thought-” He began to sputter, not looking directly at Miles.

That was when Edgeworth turned to face him. His brows were furrowed slightly, pulled together in a look of concern. He didn’t need to speak for Phoenix to know that this was a sign to continue. 

“Would you ever… consider marrying me some day?” 

It was sudden. Extremely sudden. Miles blinked slowly as Phoenix turned red.

“I didn’t want to pressure you, and I don’t even really need an answer- I guess I was just wondering, is all,” Phoenix opened and closed his eyes rapidly. He laid back, looking straight up at the sky. Miles’ breath caught in his throat as he joined him. Phoenix had almost hoped that Miles wouldn’t answer, and that they’d forget it ever happened. 

“Well, that’s hard to answer. It’s possible.” 

Possible. That wasn’t a no. It was almost as certain as it was uncertain. Impossibilities were met with quick rejection and instantaneous response. This was not met with anything, really. It hit Phoenix with a wave of emotion that he couldn’t describe.

“Possible,” Phoenix smiled while he said it, swallowing down his elation. 

--

super short, based on a real interaction. wrightworth is eating my brain alive

[yourtamaki]

SUNNY MY GREATLY BELOVED i miss u so so much!!!! how is life and uni going!!!! i hope everything in life rn is treating u so well beloved u deserve it n more <333

also IF IT INTERESTS U has anyone been on ur mind recently?? ;3 (still shanks or anyone else? c: love to hear ur thoughts on my dash i miss them v_v I WAS JUST THINKING ABT OUR KISAME AND KAKASHI AND GUY YAP SESSIONS aughgh i miss uuuu :'<)

SORAAAA HIIII 🥺🥺 uni and life kinda suck rn ngl but i’m just trynna hold on until the winter semester where i have a waaayyy lighter workload

shanks still has me by the throat but omg you reminded me of how crazy i was about kisame,,,, i love that man he’d be taking care of me rn i just know it 😔😔

[koheletgirl]

shira did you know that i love you

i would hope so we've been married for 2 years

[cauldronsborn]

cont. from here for @thursdaygrl. ☺

 “yeah, it shouldn’t imply that absence…but are you having fun?” she knew the two weren’t mutually exclusive, but every way soleil had behaved tonight seemed to make the assumption quite clear. there was no doubt in rhiannon’s mind that her companion had been avidly avoiding anything that resembled fun throughout the night despite the celebration being entirely in their shared honour. “the ulterior motive was in your benefit — i didn’t lie about the properties it would endow upon us, i just knew you would decline the concoction if you were privy to it’s true contents. and we do call them frog tears!” she wasn’t one to create falsities just for her own amusement, though it might be hard to convince soleil of that entirely if she continued on tricking her, so rhi made a silent vow to put a pin in any such action. for now. taking the other’s arm gently, she composed herself rightfully though her bottom lip jutted outward, forming an obvious pout. “i know you’re not inviting me to bed, soleil, so this must mean you’re attempting to put an end to the party. are you truly that desperate to deny yourself a little more fun? i just wanted to do one more thing, if you can spare yourself the few minutes of rest. i’ll even beg if i have to.” she would, but she also knew soleil would rather perish than be privy to it.

[mutatedangels-a]

(un)official movie posters // charlie + soleil // @ghostfcce

Say you're in love And you'll be my guy If not I'll just die.

[maple-does-stuff]

Quick question : how am I supposed to sleep now.

[jasdiary]

JAS I WOULD LOVE TO HEAR ANY OF UR OCS OPINIONS ABT CIRCE, I LOVE ALL OF UR CHARACTERS

OHHGG CIRCE MY BELOVEDDD!!!!!! I have a few ocs in mind that I think could have interesting relationships with Circe 👁️👁️

Juvia🪞: ofc i’m gonna include her. Juvia really admires Circe’s drive to reach his goal and kind of looks up to him! I think it’d be cute if one day on a break, Circe invites Juvia home and they can read tales and hang out with his younger brother! I think she’d also have a soft spot for his brother since she had a younger brother of her own, but she hasn’t seen him since she got to Twisted Wonderland :(( They probably touch up each others hair when their roots are starting to show up! Juvia definitely dyed her highlights purple at some point to match Circe and i think that’s adorable. I think they work rlly well together, They’re besties and i love them.😈

Hyacinth🥀: A FELLOW POME!!! They have a lot of differences but I think that balances them out! Hyacinth isn’t very fond of Vil but finds him more tolerable to talk to when Circe is there. Hyacinth struggled to get along with other Pomefiore members so I think Circe would be her pillar. Circe and Hyacinth talk a lot about their feelings and confide in each other about things like their day. After Hyacinth tells him about her past, she’d feel like she’d trust him forever. That’s her ride or die now 💯 She may or may not cry when he graduates.

Soleil⚡️: This would be an absolutely ICONIC duo. They’re hot, they love makeup and they hold grudges. Twins me thinks. They hangout a lot!! Soleil and Circe are those two bad bitches in the hallway. They’re the type to give each other 😈😈 looks when an assignment involves partners. Soleil is super confident in herself but still had that underlying paranoia that her confidence is only temporary and she’ll break down one day, Circe is there to keep her grounded and help her find solutions to this situation for the future.

Anyways i love Circe mwah 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

[mutatedangels-a]

"Aw, stop it," Soleil was ablaze with a peachy blush, always one to fall for flattery. She retrieved the eggs, then lamented in dramatics, "Ugh! Please, take me away."

-

Two firm taps against the counter and the egg cracked open, trailing residual clear, sticky fluid from Ford's fingers onto the surface. He was on breakfast duty in the kitchen just a few steps away from where the two women were forced to chat at the table. Ford had given his sister a bit of a warning look before he and Claire walked inside the home—something to say, Don't walk away. Otherwise, he knew Soleil would retreat upstairs in avoidance of their not-so-welcome houseguest.

"Make sure ya wipe that up, Ford," Soleil told him in disgust, green eyes flitting to the pile of whites accumulating on the counter as her brother cracked one egg after the other. She would have scolded him more, but it seemed like her brother was fixing up breakfast sandwiches for the table. Her favorite. One of the few things she could stomach if she couldn't have her first choice. (Which was, pure blood, of course.

Could'ja maybe drizzle some on top, like hot sauce or ketchup or somethin'? Nobody'd know the difference!

Soleil, you are despicable.)

The little sister was all saccharine-sweet whenever Claire began asking about the sigil. Claire didn't have to finish her word for Soleil to know. It was somehow embedded in Ford's warning look when the pair first walked in.

There was something anomalous about the blonde. Soleil could sniff it up this close that she wasn't just a plain human. Whether she possessed clairvoyance or something else. She wasn't an old-enough vampire to sniff it out accurately, but at this point, if she had a feeling, she'd hoped Ford had, too. Except, he seemed to be slipping. Perhaps allured by the woman's beauty, which was undeniable to say the least.

And when was the last time Ford got a long with a woman?

Leave it to Soleil to clean up Ford's mess, although Claire seemed quite insistently curious about it. All the years they'd had that sigil on the tree and not one townie mentioned a thing. Now here was some pretty girl that Ford picked up from the side of the road like a stray, asking questions. Soleil herself would never invite such a sleuth, no matter how easy he or she was on the eyes. (Never mind that she wasn't able to control who asked about the sigil and who didn't...)

"Oh, that stupid tree carving?" she asked, feigning innocence.

"It's the funniest lil' story. One time in middle school our class took a field trip to the St. Tammany Parish Historical Society." Then, a rambling monologue about all the things she'd seen that day, buying Ford some time to finish the sandwiches. "...My classmates and I saw that symbol in one'a the exhibits and had competitions to see who could draw it the best. We were so over that stupid little 'S' you drew in middle school, if y'know what I'm talkin' about?"

Ford's voice suddenly cut through, two sizzling plates of breakfast sandwiches in tow. "Alright, Soleil, enough'a your monologue," he said in scolding. He offered Claire an apologetic look, the siblings upkeeping the charade of being clueless. "Eat up, you two."

As he spoke, Claire felt at once a territorial pull toward the thing and also a self-preserving urge to run from it. The duality didn't surprise her; she was used to feeling cleaved by her warring lineages. She leaned in closer, eyes narrowing. The lines of it - more organic, carved crudely here, sure, but in essence considerably freer and more rounded than the angular sharpness of her own family's sigil and those of the lesser urban covens.

"You saw her do it?" she asked, flicking her head back to ask the question. Did Soleil really put it here? And if so, what sort of book had she gotten her hands on to find something like this? Did they even know what kind of trouble they were inviting, leaving markers like this for all the wrong people to see?

Claire wasn't especially gifted. The fact that she had any heightened abilities at all for a halfling was remarkable and owed only to the strength of her father's bloodline. What little ability she did have, she had no conscious control over. It came and went as it pleased. And now, triggered by some inborn alarm system, that scent which had first struck her upon entering the Smith home came back to her flowing sure and steady across open fields. Ford reeked of it. She couldn't tell from here, but she'd bet Soleil did too.

And something God awful occurred to her just then. A fear she didn't want to voice aloud - not in front of Soleil, for one, and not now, when she hoped she was just overcome by the discovery and therefore overreacting.

Because if she was right, the Smiths were being fed upon by one of those swamp trash covens and they surely didn't even know it. And she no idea what to do about it.

She didn't know what else to do other than take his offered hand and follow him back to the house. If she was right, that house wasn't any safer than an open field, but it felt like it was somehow. Four walls and a locked door with no welcome mat.

"Hi there," she forced herself to greet Soleil with a smile that didn't reach her eyes. It wasn't this poor woman's fault, whatever was going on, and she needed to be a good house guest. Almost as much as she needed answers. "Thank y'all so much for accommodating me. I won't be a bother, I promise. And it's just beautiful out here. You're the cutest thing! I never had a little sister, but if I did, she wouldn't be as darlin' as you by a mile." She held the basket up in offering. "We, um. Ford. Got eggs. Do you know anything about that sig-" she cut herself off. The word sigil wouldn't and shouldn't mean anything to them. "That sign, carved in the tree by the strawberry patches? It's so.. peculiar."

[s0fthunny]

Makeup recs for dolly makeup ? :) ily

Hiiii angel!!! These are just a few of my personal favs for dolly makeup!!

Base:

• Poreless putty primer for a smooth porcelain doll like base

• Milani 2 in 1 conceal and perfect foundation for full coverage!!

• Elf matte camo concealer and ysl touché eclat to conceal and highlight!!

• too faced chocolate soleil bronzer/ fenty caramel cutie bronzer

• MY FAV PART!! BLUSH!!! I feel like blush and lashes are truly what add extra oomph to my doll look!! My fav blushes are the nyx butter blushes in my butta half, too faced candy clouds and golden hour, and juvias place 04 blush palette!!

• Fenty wattabrat highlight and how many carats diamond bomb!!

Eyes:

• LA girl glow envy highlight!! This highlight is so shimmery it’s perfect for eyes!!

• Kissme Liquid eyeliner and maybelline hyper easy liquid liner

• Peripera twinkle duo and etude house tear liner

• LASHES!!! I feel like fluffy wispy lashes are perfect for the doll look!! My favs are the kiss royal silk lashes and the random packs from amazon!!

Lips:

• Laneige lip mask and farmacy apple lip smoothie to keep my lips soft

• I’m so OBSESSED with lipgloss! Pink sparkly glossy lips are everything!! And i’m always applying lipgloss like 24/7!!

• I love fenty gloss, victoria’s secret gloss, the rem beauty glossy balm, too faced lip injection gloss, covergirl yummy gloss!!

[icarustypicalfall]

Ardor

MASTERLIST

rudy parra x fem!reader

summary: Something along a fireplace, a warm bed and your loved one tangled to you screams home.

note: just fluff, no angst have fun. My finals are still for another week, sorry. Little update because it's just right. Ily all <3

DO NOT TRANSLATE, TRANSFER, COPY, STEAL, REPOST MY WORKS OR ANY OF MY FICS ON ANY SITE OR PLATFORM.

I'LL FIND YOU AND STEAL YOUR SOCKS WHEN YOU'RE ASLEEP

“Aimer et être aimé, c'est sentir le soleil a la fois sur son visage et sur sa nuque.” D.V

Your feet shifted beneath the covers, seeking warmth between the sheets. Your husband remained still, holding you close to his chest as if he feared a beast might steal you away in the night.

It was early, the sun yet to rise from the dark purple sky outside, the stars still shining brightly.

You stirred, slowly turning to face Rudy. He was still asleep, his soft, calm breaths breaking the radio silence of the small flat. His lips were slightly parted, revealing his pearly white teeth beneath his pinkish lips.

Your hand gently reached out to touch his face, feeling the warmth radiating from his skin. Your fingers traced the contours of his cheeks, savoring the sensation of his soft flesh. Unconsciously, Rudy leaned into your touch, mumbling incoherently as he tightened his grip around you.

His hands were warm, while yours felt icy cold.

You never quite understood this dynamic. You and he were so different, so unlike each other. Yet, there was a strange bond between you that defied explanation.

Years swiftly passed, yet your yearning for each other only grew stronger. The flame of love between you never ceased to burn.

At times, you feared it might consume you entirely, like a raging fire that engulfs everything in its path. But Rudy's gentle reassurance, whispered in warm embraces, banished those thoughts from your mind.

You shifted again, still gazing at your husband's sleeping form. The small flat was one of your most cherished possessions.

It was cosy, with brown paint adorning the walls. The scent of wood, pine, and cinnamon always lingered in the air.

Originally, it was the home of a poet, a man who had found solace within these wooden walls and amidst the scattered candles.

Here lay the legacy of ayoung man, who, despite living in misery, remained hopeful.

Sometimes, you could almost swear that the walls themselves would crack under the weight of silence, as if yearning to reveal the secrets of the verses that were penned between moments of madness and sanity.

You let out a contented sigh, satisfaction filling your lungs. You looked up at the sky, a gentle breeze nudging the clouds aside, painting them with a delicate shade of pink. Settling back into bed, you continued to gaze at the awakening nature, your hand finding comfort in running through your lover's hair.

Resting together in bed was pure bliss, an enchanted memory that the two of you cherished dearly. Your husband was a busy man, that much you knew. His position and job carried constant danger, like a red button waiting to be pushed at any moment.

Perhaps it was this knowledge that had kept you restless on countless nights before you became official. But Rudy never hid anything from you. He wore his heart on his sleeve and his soul in his eyes, filling you to the brim with a gaze that spoke of unwavering commitment and undeniable adoration.

He promised you truth, a raw naked reality.

You feared his truth, but never him. His hands were stained with blood, his eyes held the remnants of sanity, and yet there was a strangely comforting aura about him that kept you hooked to this day.

He was true to himself, desiring nothing more than to be loved by you. From the very moment you met at your friend's party, he knew you were meant to be his.

The racing heartbeat and silent prayers that accompanied your every passing were enough for him to gather the courage and make his move.

He asked you to dance, spending the night spinning you around. By the time you grew dizzy, he was breathless, holding onto your hand as you giggled, attempting to regain your composure.

His whole being buzzed with adrenaline, a wide grin adorning his face as you complimented his dancing skills and wished you possessed the same grace.

For a few seconds, you both stood in silence; the courage he had mustered seemed to wane.

Panic flickered in his eyes as he frantically looked around, trying to find a way to keep you by his side a little while longer.

Never had he enjoyed bachata as much as he did with you. It was as if he felt it deep in his bones, just as his grandma had once described love to him in his childhood, before tucking him in at night:

"Love? A strange feeling, hijo.

When your insides itch and your brain flips, you'll know you've found the one."

He was nervous, shyly asking for your number, blaming it on the dancing lessons he would teach you.

With any other man, you would have called it a night and gone your separate ways, never to see each other again. But this enigmatic man was unlike anyone you had encountered before. His timid yet sarcastic demeanor left you wondering how he could possess the look of a cat and the spirit of a tiger.

That was years ago. And here you were now, married, lying in bed with the very same man who stepped on your heel out of nervousness.

Rudy slowly stirred, sighing as he tightened his grip around your waist. He lifted his head, his husky voice tinged with sleepiness:

"Morning, amor... I missed you..."

He nuzzled into your neck, his warm lips leaving a trail of burning kisses on your cold skin.

You cupped his cheek, whispering softly:

"Missed me? I've been here all night... right beside you..."

He raised his head, his deep heckory gaze meeting yours.

"Not in my dream. You left..."

You nodded, resting your head against his bicep, still gazing into his eyes.

"I got lost in a maze, and you appeared at dusk but left again at dawn."

You leaned closer to his face, peppering his skin with gentle kisses.

"Only in your dreams did I leave. I would never go away. I'll always be right here."

He grinned, now fully awake. Rudy murmured, a calm smile playing on his lips:

"I have loved you since the day you pierced my heart... You called it your forever home. You inhabit my body, my soul. My mind is nothing without thoughts of you."

He continued, resting his forehead against yours.

"Say the words out loud, so that I know they're true."

Breathless, overwhelmed by his comforting presence and the burning reality surrounding you, you whispered, just loud enough for him to hear:

"I love you, Rudy Parra."

[old-lorarri]

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[missdcalls]

He had gone back and forth in his decision. On one hand, he knew that she'd need the support tonight, considering her brother was unable to make it. On the other, he didn't want to give her the wrong idea...

Yet here he was. Awkwardly accepting the program booklet as he entered the auditorium. Taking his seat next to a couple of teens, who no doubt hoped to be up on stage one day, playing the lead. They gushed about some woman in a bright pink dress, no doubt the star of the show. Her costume was the most elaborate out of them all.

He'd be lying if he said he wasn't impressed by Soleil's skills while on stage. How a human could move so gracefully, he had no idea. People seemed to shit on ballet dancers, but man, did they have to have discipline to perform the way that they did.

After a couple of hours, the show was finally over. Everyone took their bows, Soleil included. The audience clapped, cheering them on, saying it was one of the best performances they had ever seen.

He wouldn't know either way. Jacob couldn't say he or his family were a fan of theater, if this could be considered that.

Waiting for the crowd to shrink, the man patiently waits for his friend. He's clutching a bouquet of flowers. Although it's his first show, he knows that most of the dancers are greeted with such. A card is tucked between petals, a little note he had written her beforehand.

Heavens to Betsy. He hears her country twang before he sees her.

"Hey, Soleil." Jacob greets her, immediately pulling her in for a hug despite not being one for showing physical affection, especially in public. "You did great up there." Hands her the flowers as he pulls away. "Sorry I didn't tell you I was coming. Kinda forgot to text you. Hope that's okay that I showed." // @full-tiltboogie

@falscgcds | soleil & ??

In all her time studying ballet she's never had anybody besides her own brother show up to one of her recitals.

Her father never thought it too important and her mother—well, she was gone before Soleil started getting real serious about these sorts of things, so she never made it, either. Invitations were often extended to her friends from college, claiming they'd make it, but on the night of they were notorious no-shows, to the point where she eventually stopped inviting them. Suffice it to say that save for Ford, who always showed up with a bouquet of freshly picked wildflowers from their estate, Soleil had a quiet, lonely celebration after her shows; a stark difference from the way the other girls were met with fanfare and three dozen roses and chocolates and teddy bears and a fancy meal afterward.

So she's shocked when she sees them, her invitation for to them to show up tonight feeling more like a passing thought whenever she first mentioned it, at the time. And almost perfectly, Ford had been out of town on a trip for the holidays, meaning he wouldn't be here to helicopter his little sister and her new friend.

Soleil can't hide her look of surprise when they lock eyes. She saunters over to them, stifling a smile, mazing past all the pretty pink dancers and their large presents and balloons.

"Heavens to Betsy," she says, looking at them up and down. She hadn't seen them earlier in the crowd; now she's cursing herself for missing them. "I can't believe you actually showed up."

[angel-anachronism]

Could you Mischa meeting the readers parents.

Ps. All of your work has been awesome ❤️

Aww thx for complimenting my works! It really makes me happy that there are people who like my works.

Here's your order of Mischa Bachinski meeting the readers parents (I will implement (Y/N)'s two moms from my last oneshot because why not)

Also thank you guys for 50+ followers. Ily all very much!

(Tw: none!)

Word count: 1,081 words

An awkward dinner (feat: my parents) (MISCHA BACHINSKI X GN! READER)

(𝓨/𝓝)'𝓼 𝓟𝓞𝓥

Today was the day when I'll die from embarrassment. You might wonder "why (Y/N)? What's gonna happen today?" And the simple answer is that today my boyfriend is gonna meet my moms.

Mischa and I haven't been dating for long, but ever since we've started dating, my moms have been eager to meet him.

I told Mischa that my moms wanted to meet him, and he's been curious himself about who they are, and that's how today we're gonna have dinner together (together with my moms)

Right now, I was waiting by the door, fidgeting with my hands. It had been almost half an hour since the text from mischa had said that he was on his way. I knew he wouldn’t be late but I wasn't exactly sure what to do until he arrived. After all, it’s not everyday you invite your boyfriend to meet your parents.

I waited, and waited some more, feeling like minutes were taking hours, and seconds were taking years. While I was panicking on the inside, I heard my doorbell ring. It must be Mischa

I slowly opened the door to reveal him, with a bouquet of flowers. it was pretty cheesy, to be honest, but I was still excited about the gift.

"Hey, (Y/N), I just bought some flowers for you and your moms cuz my parents didn't give me enough money to buy you something better. Hope you three like them!" Mischa said.

I smiled brightly at him, happy that he thought of even buying for me and my parents something. "You really are the sweetest, Misch-Misch!" I said as I kissed his cheek, and he started giggling a little in a very silly yet adorable way.

"Oh, (Y/N)!" I heard a voice call and I turned around and saw my mom walk through the door, holding a batch of chocolate chip cookies on a pan. She looked at Mischa and smiled at him. "Hello sweetie! You must be Mischa, right? (Y/N) has already told us stories about you!" She said, being as nice and welcoming toward Mischa as she could. She took him by the shoulder and walked to the kitchen, dragging Mischa behind and me walking next to them. It was honestly really funny seeing Mischa, who is very and I mean VERY tall, being dragged by such a short woman.

Once we entered the kitchen, we were greeted by my mama, who was sitting at the table and looking at us with a smile.

"Hey, you must be Mischa, right? My son/daughter/child has told us a lot about you!" She greeted him, shaking his hand, before ruffling his hair. Mischa chuckled at the gesture.

"Oh! We need to introduce ourselves first!" Mama said, looking at mom before smiling at each other. "My name is Aadhira, and this is my wife, Soleil !" She introduced herself and mom to Mischa, as they began shaking hands. Mischa seemed really happy to meet my parents.

"It is a pleasure meeting you two, Mrs. Aadhira and Mrs. Soleil!" Mischa said. I smiled that until now, nothing embarrassing has happened.

"Oh, Mischa! Would you like seeing some pictures of (Y/N) when they were younger?" My mom asked. Oh boy, why must I have the worst luck ever? I looked at Mischa, silently begging him to say no.

"Umm...Sure!" He said. I mentally facepalmed, feeling my cheeks getting warmer. Why must everything bad happen to me?

My cheeks became even warmer when I saw my mama bring the "big ol' book of memories", as she would call it. Mischa looked quite curious to look through the images of me as a baby.

Mama put the book on her lap and herself in the middle of the couch, as everyone put themselves next to her. She opened the book and showed the first image. The first image was made an hour after I was born.

"This is (Y/N) when they were born! Weren't they adorable?" Mom asked Mischa, to which Mischa nodded, looking eager to look at more baby pics of me.

We spent minutes looking at pictures of me, like when I was watching my very first Disney movie, when I listened to The Beatles for the first time, First day of elementary school, and many more.

I was silently begging mama to close that book, but she couldn't hear my silent plea.

"And this is the Alice in Wonderland play that (Y/N) participated in. They played the Mad Hatter!" My mama said enthusiastically, before she looked at me. "(Y/N), honey, are you ok?" She asked, concerned, looking into my eyes. I gave her the most innocent smile I could muster and replied, "Of course! Why wouldn't I be?!" "Honey, we know when you lie. Is everything alright?" My mom asked while rubbing circles on my back. Oh, how I wished she'd stop doing that!

"Yeah, I'm alright..." I said before I could feel tears well up in my eyes. "Dear, please don't cry!" Mama said as I burst into tears.

"Sorry, but I don't want you to embarrass me in front of my boyfriend!" I said hiccuping.

Both my moms looked at me with sad expressions, as Mischa walked up to me and hugged me. I hugged back, and my moms joined in. We all had a group hug, and I began crying more.

"We're so sorry honey! We didn't mean to embarrass you! We just want to talk about your accomplishments, since we're so proud of you!" Mom said.

"Huh?" I hiccuped.

"You heard them. They are proud of you, and so am I! I'm very sorry for looking through your childhood photos, but it makes me happy when I see pictures of people I'm close to, no matter what age they were when the photo was taken." Mischa said, and I gave him a melancholic smile I truly don't deserve him. He's too sweet for this world.

The rest of the evening was spent with us watching movies and playing family games like "Uno" and "Guess who?". We stopped looking at my baby photos since my parents finally understood that I was not comfortable with those pictures. I'm truly happy to have these amazing parents and a fantastic boyfriend as a cherry on top. I could never ask for more!

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