#sorry i got carried away m

[tteokdoroki]

I think Nagi buys the white freezie flavour unironically. Like during the summer you can catch him on the couch, criss-cross apple sauce with a cream soda freezie hanging outta his mouth.

omg you’re so right !!! during the summer nagi is always seen with the white ice pops — sucking on them lazily while he plays his mobile games around the house. i think he’d have all the white flavours like coconut, pina colada, vanilla milk, cream soda !! nagi core fr !! and they literally drip everywhere cause he’s a slow eater too, so everything he touches gets sticky with the juices from the frozen treat. he’ll always whine to you and complain about it so you end up having to wipe his lips or his phone so he doesn’t lose the game :( he’s such a baby

nooo cause picture nagi leaning forward against your kitchen counters, shirtless because of the heat with his bangs clipped back out of his face — lips curled around the ice pop while he attempts to beat the game on his phone with one hand but he’s making such a mess so he’s all pouty about it when you wander into the room.

“you’re gonna have to put one of those down, sei.” you tell him while you go into the fridge for a drink.

his phone will make a noise and sei just slumps over for a second in defeat. then he’ll like bite a bit off of the freezie and then look at you, abandoning his phone to wrap himself around you despite how hot it is. “mnnh, doesn’t matter. lost anyways. ‘m gonna finish this.” then nagi swoops down (he’s so tall im insane) to press a sticky kiss to your mouth n you squeak in shock because his lips are cold !! and when you pull away he’s all lazy smirks and hazy eyes like “which freezie do i taste like?”

“uh…coconut?” you can’t even think!!! cause this man knows exactly how to kiss you senseless so casually — it’s like his super power or something.

“wrong, s’cream soda, dummy. pay attention.” nagi kisses you again but even slower with his cold tongue rolling over your warmer one so you can taste the freezie on him and he gradually stands to his full height to push the fridge closed and pin you against it — making you chase his mouth hungrily, eager for more sugar from him. “keep on kissin’ me, angel, gonna haf’ta share the rest of this freezie with you.”

[atdawn]

— Merlin 3.04 (Gwaine)

[jiiniix]

Trick or treat! *Holds out plastic pumpkin treat bucket*

enjoy!! VvV

[stormyoceans]

what do you think happened on morkday's shopping trip that cause day to wander off the streets by himself? i think he was tryna get help after seeing mork get beaten up...?

OKAY SO. first of all im already gonna apologize because instead of giving you a short and direct answer like any normal person would, im taking this chance to present my entire theory about what's gonna happen. please scroll down to the tl;dr at the end to save yourself from my clownery ;;;;;;

that being said, here's what i think the timeline is gonna be. the trailer has shown us a shot of mork wearing an ankle tracker, so i think everything starts with this:

it's still hard to see even if i've brightened it up a little, but here you have phorjai crying and mork behind bars wearing his mechanic clothes. i think before our story starts, mork did something to land him in jail, most likely for beating someone up like it's hinted in the trailer. i also think mork going to jail is the reason he and phorjai break up: he probably thinks she deserve better, and as much as she loves him, it's hard to be with someone who's not there. at the beginning of the show, mork probably gets paroled (hence the ankle tracker), which however comes with two essential conditions: 1) finding a stable job, and 2) good behavior. people aren't very inclined to hire an ex-convict tho, so mork keeps getting rejected

it's probably why mork barged in so aggressively when he thought they weren't allowing him to take an interview: if he doesn't get a job, he's gonna go back to jail. and that's when he meets day. day who can't see the ankle tracker around his ankle (and probably wouldn't care about it even if he could) and who isn't put off by his rough behaviour

so mork gets a job and manages to stay (mostly) out of trouble, until at some point he and day are out shopping and the worst happens: someone probably ends up provoking mork in some way, or maybe even tries to go for day, and even if he should know better at that point, mork reacts. badly. and beating up someone (which is what most likely landed him in jail the first time) in broad daylight in a public space with tons of people as witnesses is very much the wrong thing to do

i honestly wouldn't be surprised if someone called the cops and mork got arrested once again. now think about day in this situation. day who can't see what's happening and who we know, from the oishi honey lemon 0% sugar video we got, doesn't even have his cane to help him walk around because he was fully relying on mork's guidance. he's suddenly gonna find himself completely alone amidst the chaos, in a place he's not familiar with and with no way to tell where he should go or where mork is (and isn't that gonna make mork feel so devastatingly guilty)

so yeah, tl;dr: i think during the fight mork and day are gonna get separated, and day is gonna slightly panic trying to find mork again and navigate the place without any type of guidance

[lalizah]

1, 2, 3 for NatexLiz // 4,5,6 for MasonxLiz beloveds, please! 🥰 (~agentnatesewell)

Hello lovely!!! Happy to see you here ahhh!

For Nate x Liz:

What, specifically, was the catalyst for their physical attraction (if applicable) to the other character? In other words, what in particular had them like “Oh, they’re...hot...”

For Liz, it was definitely Nate being all charming and not being an ass lol. They started out as friends though, and even if Liz thought he was strikingly attractive, she felt fine being friends and didn't think about it further.

For Nate, it was just general attraction. I think he felt more attracted after the Reveal and how Liz sought him out the most afterwards. Her openness, expressive and easy-going nature drew him in, especially since he struggles with letting someone see all of him.

2. Does this change over time? What things do they find “hot” about their partner after they’ve been together for some time, and have had more time to, well, notice and appreciate?

Nate fell first, and Liz fell harder haha. Liz loves the way everything changes around him, it becomes softer, kinder, and brighter. The way he appreciates things, people, and their experiences. His curiosity and how he listens to her like everything she's saying is absolutely important. The little things he'll do to get closer, to be nearer, and unbeknownst to him, his intoxicating presence, which drives her crazy while his hand on hers keeps her tethered.

Nate finds anything Liz does hot lol. He loves her little rituals with things and feels trusted when she asks him to be with her with things she'd otherwise do alone.

3. By contrast, what was the moment that first made their ~heart~ Soft for the other person? Not necessarily a conscious realization of “I love this person,” but a moment that had them like “Oh…I adore them…”

For Liz, it was when they had the conversation about him leaving before Murphy kidnapped her. She didn't realise how painful not seeing him would be until then. And when they met again at the warehouse, how he missed her just as much as she missed him. She didn't know it was love then, but she also knew that she wouldn't feel this way about anyone else.

For Nate, it was the carnival, where they had their fake date. He knew he wanted more dates, more of just them together.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

For Mason x Liz:

4. Does this change over time? What will always reliably make them melt with how much they adore the other character?

Liz melts when Mason cares and kind of stumbles over showing it lol. She knows he's trying, and it makes her adore him all the more.

Mason loves it when Liz finds ways to make things easier for him. Bringing a mini fan and umbrella in the summer, an extra coat and scarf (he's got his own collection of all of her scarves but he's not returning them anytime soon) when it's cold, evenings spent away from the town and just in nature.

5.How do they consciously realize that they like the other character? Does it take them a while?

Both of them are dumbasses when it comes to love lol. But I think they realise it at the same time, that this isn't just friendship or what they feel for the others on the team, it's more. It's unbearable for Mason to not have Liz at his side and unfathomable for Liz to want anyone but him.

6. How do they react to the realization that they like the other character? Is it an “oh my god I’m never going to think about this again” thing, or are they pretty comfortable with it?

Mason's pretty chill until Felix tells him he actually has to tell Liz, lol. The confession has him worrying a bit (and maybe, even though he won't admit it, the thought that she might not want him the way he wants her) but he's put out of his misery when Liz just confesses. Liz is pretty comfortable with it and definitely happy. She showed up to her daily sparring session with a smile on her face instead of the look of dread and it had Ava concerned and Nat amused.

ahhh these were so fun to answer, thank you for sending them in lovely!

[gabbysdawsons]

⌨️ + badlands!!

Below her feet the raptors twitched and arched their necks, peering up at them through the grate with their amber eyes. Cody gripped the railing as she leaned over to get a better look at them. The back of her vest tightened, and she glanced over her shoulder to see that Owen had grabbed a handful of the fabric in his fist, presumably to keep her from toppling over the edge again. He hardly seemed to notice he was doing it, as he continued to mess around with Blue's chart.

The raptors preened, and bobbed their heads about, and Cody couldn't help but grin in amazement. As she did every time she laid eyes on the magnificent dinosaurs.

"Have you ever noticed how they look like ostriches?"

Owen swiveled around to look at her.

"What?"

also asked by @witchofinterest!

[revengesworn]

Mikey can feel himself shaking.

He hates it. This weakness - this fear and the heart-pounding terror that, at times like these,  always emerges from so deep in his core that it feels like it defines him. He’s supposed to be strong. How can he be a leader when he can’t carry the people he loves through their pain and beyond? He can barely even manage to stand on his own two feet, let alone protect the people he cares about.

He’s always been weak, and he’s always hated the weak. The weak can’t do a thing. If they just tried a little harder, fought a little more, then they’d be able to protect themselves and the people they love... but they don’t even try. The weak make excuses, and bring nothing but misery to those around them, and there’s no-one out there weaker than Mikey.

He can lie, and deny it to himself, but... at times like these, he knows the truth.

But that doesn’t mean he’ll accept it. No matter how much it hurts, he’ll stop his body from shaking and put a smile on his face as if nothing is wrong... because Baji deserves it, after all - he’s the one who really suffered here.

As he enters the hospital room, Mikey feels his heart come to a stop. It’s just for a moment, as he sets eyes on Baji - who’s alive, he’s not dead; oh god he could’ve died too - but a barely-strained smile forms on his face regardless. He’s scared, because he doesn’t know if Baji will be happy to see him. But..

“Baji. ...You really scared everyone, you know.”

@prxenuntius​ ( starter for baji! )

[wiinestories]

closed starter for @shelbysdevil | tommy x agatha.

Heels clicked sharply against the marble concrete, the rhythm steady, confident, as though each step held purpose. The sound echoed faintly before softening when her boots crossed the threshold onto the green expanse of the field. The leather creaked slightly with the shift in terrain, but she didn’t slow her pace. Ahead of Agatha stretched the ample, windswept field, the horizon just barely meeting the haze of the city beyond. This assignment shouldn’t be too tricky to handle. In theory, at least. Her mission was clear: gather information, infiltrate the Shelby family. Get close enough to understand their world without being devoured by it. Simple, on paper. But anyone with half a brain knew that no one got close to the Shelbys without consequences. They were a family with a reputation as sharp as the blades they wielded, as untouchable as the empire they’d built brick by brick.

Agatha adjusted the brim of her hat, its wide edges casting a shadow over her soft features as she surveyed the pristine stables. The air was rich with the scent of hay and leather, a familiar comfort that steadied her nerves. Horses had always been her domain—graceful, powerful creatures she understood better than most people. This assignment leaned heavily on that expertise, a calculated move by the Black Vultures. They knew she’d blend seamlessly into the equestrian world, her knowledge convincing enough to disarm even the sharp-eyed Shelbys. Her new name—Selene Harrington—rolled around in her head like an unfamiliar melody. It was elegant, wealthy, and believable. She wasn’t just playing a role; she had to become Selene Harrington, a woman whose wealth and prestige matched her love for horses. A woman the Shelbys would welcome, not suspect.

She adjusted the silk scarf at her neck, her fingers steady despite the storm brewing beneath the surface. To the outside world, she was Selene—a woman of refinement, poised and unshakable. To the Shelbys, she’d be an opportunity: a wealthy horse owner looking to collaborate, invest, or simply talk shop. But beneath the fine clothing and the practiced smile, Agatha was acutely aware of the danger. The Shelbys weren’t fools. They were predators, every bit as dangerous as the Black Vultures, if not more. Thomas Shelby in particular was known for sniffing out lies like a bloodhound. If he sensed even the slightest inconsistency in her story, the entire plan would unravel—and so would she. Still, she’d done her research. She knew their interests, their connections in the horse racing world, and the gaps in their operations that a woman like Selene could conveniently fill. She wasn’t just walking into their den unarmed; she was prepared. Every word, every gesture, every glance had been rehearsed until it felt natural.

The sound of tires on cobblestones pulled her attention. A sleek black car had arrived in the distance, its occupants likely unaware that Selene Harrington was already waiting to greet them. Agatha took a deep breath, her lips curving into a practised smile that held just the right balance of charm and disinterest. As the car came to a halt, she stepped forward, the picture of confidence, her boots clicking against the stone with every deliberate step. The Shelbys would come to see her as an ally, an asset. And if they didn’t? The Black Vultures hadn’t given her an option for failure.

Upon witnessing the sight of the man who was her main target, Selene didn’t falter. Every detail had been carefully rehearsed, and now it was time to execute. She stepped forward, her movements graceful, deliberate, as though she belonged here as much as the horses in the stables. "Mister Shelby," she began, her voice smooth and confident, the faintest trace of a posh accent woven into her words. She extended her gloved hand with practiced ease, her posture exuding both elegance and approachability. "A pleasure to finally make your acquaintance. Selene. Selene Harrington." Her blue hues met his unflinchingly, holding the kind of composure she knew would matter to a man like him. She had studied enough about Thomas Shelby to understand the game—confidence was currency, and hesitation could be fatal.

[liquifiedfurby]

literally giggling and kicking my feet rn from researching birds.

[wiinestories]

The water ran down in thin streams, mingling with the faint streaks of blood that swirled and disappeared down the drain. The air was heavy with steam, curling around them like something tangible, thick and blinding. Yet, even in the haze, Lorraine saw him clearly. Lorraine stayed still, her sharp blue eyes fixed on him, the weight of his words settling heavily in the room. His confession, spoken so quietly yet so full of meaning, sent a ripple through her, piercing through the armour she wore so well. She’d spent years perfecting the art of indifference, shielding herself behind sarcasm and cold precision. But this—this—hit somewhere she couldn’t quite deflect. Her gaze dropped for a moment, skimming the cuts and bruises that marked their feet. Hers, pale and slight, next to his, scuffed and raw. The sight pulled her back to the present, grounding her in what they’d endured—what they’d survived. And yet, there he was, laying bare something so unguarded it left her chest tight and aching.

"Maybe I should've," she said finally, her voice softer than usual, echoing his teasing words. The sarcasm wasn’t there—it couldn’t be. Instead, regret bled through every syllable. "Would’ve been cleaner, right? End it back then. No feelings, no… fucking messy complications." Her words hung in the air for a moment before she let out a soft, shaky laugh, one that didn’t quite reach her eyes. She turned her head slightly, her damp hair falling across her shoulder, hiding her expression for a heartbeat before she looked back at him. "But I didn’t. And maybe that makes me as much of an idiot as you are, Duncan." His touch on her collarbone was impossibly light, yet it burned in a way that left her feeling exposed. Vulnerable. Her breath hitched, her lips parting as if to say something, but she hesitated. Vulnerability was dangerous. It always had been. But he deserved more than her silence.

"When I was hunting you," she began, her voice steady but soft, "I told myself it was just another job. Just another target. Another name on a list." She exhaled, shaking her head faintly. "But you weren’t. Every time I got close, every time I thought this was it, I’d fucking hesitate." She paused, her fingers brushing lightly against the edge of his wrist, as if drawn there unconsciously. "And I hated it," she admitted quietly. "Hated that you made me feel anything. It wasn’t supposed to be like that. You weren’t supposed to matter." Her voice caught on the last word, and she looked away briefly, her jaw tightening before she forced herself to meet his gaze again. "But you did. You still do."

Her lips pressed into a thin line, the faint tremor in her fingers betraying the calm she was fighting to maintain. "You weren’t supposed to be anything but a job. Do you know how hard I tried to keep it that way?" Her voice carried an edge now, tinged with frustration—not just with him, but with herself. "Every lead I followed, every move you made, I kept telling myself it didn’t matter. That it was all just part of the game. But you made it impossible. You see, people like me don’t get to have… this. Whatever this is. We’re not built for it. I’m not built for it." Her gaze dropped again, and for a moment, she seemed smaller, her defenses cracking just enough to reveal the vulnerability beneath "But you?" She looked back at him, her sharp blue eyes narrowing, as if searching for something in his face. "You slipped through the cracks anyway. Somehow, you got under my skin, and no matter how many times I tried to shake you off, there you were. Always fucking there."

The frustration in her voice softened, and she let out a breath that sounded more like surrender. "It scares me, Duncan. It scares me because you make me feel like I’m something other than what I am. And that’s not supposed to happen. Not to me."

“Maybe you should have.” He teases quietly. “It would have made things much simpler, wouldn’t it?” His playful question instantly betrays his obvious confliction – he too finds their situation complex and confusing; tonight, they have been forced to take the same side, but will Lorraine feel the same tomorrow when she discovers that saving his life, taking his side, might not simply cost her a career, but also her life? Truly they are in this together now, bound by cruel fate and violent circumstance.

Bowing his head under the water, Duncan’s hair settles down his face, water collecting to drip from the ends as he stares at their feet to see small cuts and collective bruises, Lorraine’s seemingly so petite in comparison to his own. Lorraine doesn’t need his protection and yet Duncan has come to feel very protective of her; he wants her on his side, by his side…he simply wants her.

Releasing a tense sigh, one that makes it obvious he’s about to get something off his chest, his head raises to catch her eye as he absentmindedly runs his fingers along her collarbone to wash off a small smear of blood.

“There were nights, when I was alone, in Vienna, in Morocco, in Columbia, where I would stare at the night sky and feel your presence. You were closing in on me, I could sense it, always one step away from placing a blade to my throat…” The old assassin smiles as he realises he’s finally ready to unburden himself with a little truth, no matter how much Lorraine might feel shaken by it. “Somehow on those nights, it always made me feel a little less alone..."

"... if I couldn’t be loved by you, I was happy to be hunted.”

[cinnammonfairy]

⌗ hybrids – f! cat x doberman ghost! + heat + virginity loss + squirting + implied pregnancy/breeding ⋆˙⟡

where you go into heat, and your not-so-new friend simon helps you.

when price finally brought simon home, you did not take it all too kindly. only familiar with the presence of price and few other hybrids (being a house cat and all, always preferring to stay home), you grew uptight at the new imposing presence at your home. you knew price was only trying to look out for you by gifting you a companion, someone you could cling to when he was away, yet he also knew how shy you were too which could translate to unwelcoming behaviour towards those who are unacquainted with you.

simon having been briefed by price of your shy tendencies played along, preferring to wait until you grew accustomed to his presence around the house. which admittedly took... quite a while. price having been home for the start of simon's stay to get you on friendly terms did little to help, only making you ever so clingier.

when it came to just the both of you within the confines of your home, you avoided him with an admirable amount of effort. he knew it wasn't that you disliked him, you just haven't gotten to know him and how could you when you'd scramble if he walked into a room you were currently in? or if he'd be leaning on the doorframe of your shared bathroom waiting for you to finish your lengthy baths, the scent of your bathbomb wafting through the crack of the doorway your humming gleefully at the warmth of the water clear to his impeccable hearing, doberman hybrid and all does little to quell his ever growing fascination in you.

the week leading up to your heat (not that he knew), was filled with uncommon behaviour from you, once an early riser now you woke later into the day, your sweet scent heightened keeping him alert of your whereabouts throughout the house. your usually energetic self, that always found a way to keep busy around the house also grew tired easier, which was how he found you sprawled out on the couch late at night, a show you were keen on running on the tv. gathering your weak form in his arms, he lifted you up bridal style making sure to cradle your head in his arm.

your eyes opened briefly, jolting awake as you realized who was currently holding you and walking you towards your bedroom, before you gave in to the lethargy that seemed to engulf your body. letting him carry you up the stairs, his scent overwhelming your senses leaving your body the slightest bit feverish.

"i don't feel so good." your words coming out barely more than a whisper into the chilly night air, lights dimmed out due to the hour.

"i can see that, let me take care of you yeah? " his arms wrapping tighter around your form as he rounds the corner to your bedroom, tucking you in, and closing the door softly behind him before placing a call to price.

"...the date of her heats are usually irregular, but she's probably going into one soon." price's voice crackles through the phone speaker, as simon's brow furrows.

"what can i do to help her?" simon's reply earns a small huff from price, who's answer has simon's cock growing hard in his trousers imagining you begging for him.

"you can help her but only if she asks, she probably will though. god knows you feel much better than her dildo does."

the next morning he was greeted with the overwhelming scent of your slick, your warm body atop him, bare tits pressed against his chest, his blanket pushed aside so your wet little pussy could rub on his still covered hard on. every pass of his cock spreading open your pretty pussy, his tip catching onto your clit creating pleasurable friction.

"what's all this about angel? where did my shy girl go hm?"

"m' sorry si, need you..." his hands go to guiding your hips, as they grew sloppier. your wetness creating a patch on his boxers outlining his hard cock.

"s' alright pretty, i've got you." tipping your chin up to meet his gaze as he connects your lips to his, softly pecking them as a form of reassurance. price said to take things slow and he promised to try, you had no qualms kissing him back so sweetly as he cradled your cheek in his palm. with your pussy still rubbing on his cock, he moved you to lay below him lifting his body enough to peel his boxers off.

spreading your legs to expose your wet cunt, little hole twitching and leaking slick. your little clit glistening in the early morning sunrise, as he circles it softly with the head of his cock, dragging it down to your pool of slick and up to nudge against your clit, swiping it back and forth as you writhed on the bed moaning for him to,

"put it in now please si."

"so wet angel, i could just slip right in yeah?"

"'mhm! s' wet for you."

"such a good girl, so pretty for like this for me."

he positions the head of his cock on your hole, the both of you gasping as it enters. all the while rubbing your clit softly with his thumb, pressing soft kisses to your forehead, cheeks and lips. your pussy halfway enveloping his fat cock as your legs tremble softly, your hole clenching rhythmically at his intrusion. your hands go to his biceps as you feel the knot in your stomach growing ever so tighter, just from him putting his cock in. you've had a dildo and a couple pleasurable vibrators before to help you through your heat but never an actual cock, the feeling of his big cock entering your practically virgin hole was too much to bear, even more so as he rubbed at your clit so sweetly to build enough pleasure and wetness to take his cock. before you knew it, you were cumming hard on his cock a soft gasp left you as he worked you through your strong orgasm, clenching hard on his fat cock.

"so pretty... that was a nice one hm lovie, that feel good for your little pussy sweetheart yeah? y' love my fat cock stretching out your hole so much you can't help it huh."

"s' too big si..." you sobbed out as his fingers kept strumming your clit, prolonging your orgasm.

"you're taking it so well though sweetheart, i'm almost there baby. you can cum as much as you want angel."

your orgasm which left you wetter than before made it easier for him to ease his cock inside, groaning at your warmth as he bottomed out. he zoned in on where your eyes were currently resting, the filthy sight of your pussy plugged full of his cock as he took a testing shallow thrust, a mewl leaving your lips.

"your pussy's so pretty full of my cock sweetheart, you're taking it so well, 'm so proud baby."

"what do you say sweetheart?" he says, pulling his cock out halfway, watching as his cock slips out coated in your slick and cum.

"thank you si-i!" he slammed his hips once, again filling your pussy up full and catching you off guard.

his thrusts left you breathless as you looked into his eyes, pleading for anything and everything at all once. your current state of heat left your cheeks perpetually flushed which he found charming, your eyes fluttering, for someone who was practically begging to be fucked just this morning, he loved your sweet, shy and soft little mewls. slotting your lips together to meet for a kiss, one that you so kindly and eagerly return, he knows he's found your spot as a sweet little gasp leaves your lips. he rests his forehead to yours as you lock your feet on his back, your pussy clenching erratically as a telltale sign that you were approaching your orgasm.

"wanna cum si!"

"go ahead baby."

pulling out most of the way, he thrusts in to be met by a spurt of clear liquid splashing and splattering onto your stomach, his pelvis and abs. every time he pulls out the slightest bit to slam his cock back in to your tight squirting heat, he earns another splash of clear liquid that's prompted by his thrusts. the hot sight of you squirting uncontrollably whilst crying softly on his cock prompts his own orgasm, and pumping his load into you.

"made such a cute mess on my cock baby hm? my shy angel's a squirter huh?" he says as he pulls his cock out fully, rubbing his cock fast over your clit to be met by more messy squirts, his thick load now seeping out of your little hole.

"m s-sorry si, it's embarrasing." you choke out amidst sobs where he gathers you in his arms, sitting up and places you on top of him. opening your legs to scoop up his leaking cum and shoving back into your hole, which makes you squeal.

"no need to be sorry sweetheart, 'm so glad i made you feel so good."

you hid your face in his neck as you sunk back down on his hard cock, seeing his cum leaking out of your pussy was an extremely erotic sight to him. your heat making you insatiable for the need of another orgasm.

"go ahead sweet girl, ride me baby, use me all you want."

and you do, if it wasn't evident enough with the protruding bump on your belly with a possessive hand resting over it upon price's return wasn't clear enough, you were having simon's pups.

☆ hi omg um this was just like something i spewed out from my brain deliriously over the course of a couple midnights i acc kinda wanna continue it or make a couple parts of it ... haven't rlly made an intro post but i'm planning to soon .ᐟ ♡ also reqs are open but i'm having midterms rn so if you do plan to leave anything on there might not get around to it for a while :(

ᡣ𐭩 header by cafekitsune .

[lovelyghst]

just imagine ghost getting his Jacob's ladder piercing while he's dating you and after it's healed yall have sex for the first time and it's just like sensory overload

i know absolutely nothing about piercings, but this idea is simply too good to pass up. my brain is melting.

hmmm, thinking about ghost who, despite not being able to properly get off himself, is still so attentive to his sweet girl throughout the whole healing process; offering you his mouth and fingers whenever he notices your focus beginning to drift off and shift elsewhere, having you rub yourself up on his jean-clad thigh when you can’t seem to shake the burst of energy.

because while you never outright asked him for anything of the kind, he just knew.

and even if you were the one so insistent on following the piercer’s advice—taking each and every precaution possible in avoiding the risks that simon shrugged off as ‘not gonna happen.’—you still felt bad. though, he couldn’t resist your stern pouting for long, turning weak the moment you cocked your head and promised him a sweet treat when he’s all healed up.

so, of course, ‘whatever you say, doll.’

anything to put your pretty mind at ease. he is a soldier, after all. he can wait, even if it kills him. it got pretty damn close to it, too.

which is what makes the first time back so fucking good. that reunion, and the return of that glimmering look you get in your eyes every other time he presses his pink lips to your collar and gently hikes you up the mattress after a long time away.

and truthfully, he was done in the moment you tapped him on his shoulder and told him to guess what day it was.

“shit, baby—” he grits out with a heavy breath, eyes trained on your own as he watches you reverently lick up the underside of his cock. your fingers tighten around the base when his abs pull taut, tongue gliding over the cool metal.

taking your time in feeling each and every barbell leading to the tip, making him twitch in your hand at the hot and wet drag over his sensitive skin. a heavy breath seeps from his lungs, his jaw clenching as he fights to hold off. jesus, you’re too good to him.

a sweet fucking treat, indeed.

you giggle before taking the head of him between your swollen, spit-stained lips, reveling in the quick hiss he sucks in through his teeth as you whine at the familiar taste of his pre leaking onto your tongue. your other hand slips up his thigh while you squeeze your own together, your freshly done-up nails leaving little, pink crescent shapes in his thick skin.

“fuck— not gonna last ‘f you keep that up,” he warns, a struggle in and of itself, and it’s an utter miracle he doesn’t collapse to the floor when you only hollow your cheeks and suck in response. he hardly manages to stifle an embarrassingly whorish moan at that.

god, you look so pretty down there, on your knees for him. so fucking debauched, and so, so perfect.

the way your thumb toys with the piercings as you have your own fun, and how you preen in his hold like a sweet cat when he slips a hand to the back of your neck. he’s going to miss it when he forces himself to pull you away, frowning at the pout you give him as he’s lifting you off your feet and carrying you over to your bed.

“’m sorry, sweetheart… just too fuckin’ pretty for yer old man anymore— didn’t want it t’go to waste.”

he kisses your temple, mumbling his apologies in your hair. you hardly even register your bare back making contact with your sheets, so wrapped up in his hold, before he’s kissing his way down your neck.

“wanna fill yer pretty cunt,” he murmurs, and it’s nearly incoherent as his lips press against your racing pulse point. “make ‘er cum ‘round my cock… know y’missed it too, sweet girl. a proper fuck…”

he’s talking more to himself than anything, and a small gasp from you follows soon after when his arm is snaked between your bodies and his fingertips make contact with your swollen, little clit. won’t even stretch you out with his fingers; he’s had his fill of that over the course of the last month. let him feel how much you missed his cock.

“poor thing’s soaked f’me, baby.” he groans as he adjusts on his forearm and regains his bearings, dick twitching against your thigh with every noise squeaked out from your throat. “cunt’s gonna take me just right, lovie… so fuckin’ well…”

he rambles a lot when he’s needy, you’ve come to learn.

you whine when his hand leaves you to take his cock in a fist, your nails digging into his chest and shoulder when he presses the head to your messy pussy. just the tip in and you’re already seeing stars, the shared moan between the two of you raw and pornographic.

he’s gritting out his swears before you try to shush his dirty mouth with a kiss, and he accepts it greedily, almost too eagerly.

your body reacts to his, simultaneously craving more and trying to wiggle away from the overwhelming sensation all at once. your brain is fuzzy by the time he’s nearly bottoming out inside you, ears deaf to the unabashed sounds spilling from your lips as the feeling of his fresh piercings dragging against your every sweet spot burns itself into your memory.

and before you can catch your breath, a thumb is being pressed up against your sensitive bud once again, your legs constricting around him involuntarily as you jolt with a cry. heat prickles at your skin, his teeth at your jaw making your spine tingle.

he’s telling you to cum, begging you to make a mess of his cock.

his hand picks up its pace, hips grinding against yours sloppier than ever as he pleads right up against your temple for you to use him, just finish him off, fucking cum for him.

you squeeze around his cock like a vice and pull him straight under with you, arms locked tight around his neck as your pretty cunt utterly wrecks him. making him throb and twitch, fucking himself dumb through his high and wringing him dry of everything he’s kept pent up for you. at least for now, anyway.

his and your panting rings out in the room as he sits back on his knees, his cock still hard as he gently pulls out of you. watching his pearly cum bead from your slit, your chest gradually slowing down within the time he takes to drool over the sight of you.

it’s not long before simon has you laying on your tummy with your head in the soft sheets, a pillow slipped underneath your hips to prop you up. not making you do an ounce of work as he uses your warm, pliant cunt as his sweet cum dump for hours on end.

fucking you gently, lovingly, all while trying his best to keep his weight off your back. he kisses behind your ear, cooing praises and choked grunts that make your tummy flutter with butterflies. you can only giggle into the pillow nestled in your arms as he makes up for all the lost time.

filling you with load after load, the number becoming lost on your fuzzy mind after a certain amount, until your belly is achingly full and his cock is numb from overstimulation. only to coax you onto your back, easing your limp legs apart to watch his cum leak from your pretty hole. pressing a flat palm to your lower tummy, sighing in time with your strangled noises as your sensitive pussy drips more of his spend. leaning forward and licking it all up like some starved mutt; groaning at the taste, arms tightening around your hips as he eats his mess out of his pretty girl.

[moechies]

oh please more bunny reader and toji they’re so cutesy. maybeeeee reader has really sensitive tail/ears and toji really takes advantage of that?

tamer! toji who’s the roughest with his little client bunny. well, your previous owner is to blame. he claims that you’re the pickiest, messiest, neediest bunny that needs to be put in her place ; with none other but a little bit of force.

tamer! toji who doesn’t really like rodents , but he assumes he could make an exception for you; since you’re cute and fluffy. just this once though , bunny !

tamer! toji who doesn’t let your brat antics slip past him, and makes sure that you know your place at the end of the day. he can’t let your owners tedious cash payment go to waste !

“d-don’t touch my ears !” you whine, soft sobs spilling from your pouty lips. the man has both your ears in a strong, unforgiving grip, looking to teach you a lesson for sneaking into his washroom for a peek.

the thin, white towel he has around his waist hangs dangerously low and not to mention, loose, and your wandering eyes can’t help but notice the fat chub that shows through the fabric.

“fuckin’ perverted bunny. ya need a whoopin’ to learn yer place ?” he sneers, lowering his face to face yours. you paw at his hand, thumb slipping against his burly fingers, “hn— no— it hurts ! w-was an accident , swear ! i got lost !”

toji can’t help but grin at your limpid lies; he can see right through you, little bunny.

y’r gonna learn not to lie t’me ever again tonight, bunny.”

tamer! toji who carries you towards his bed as you writhe in his grip, ignoring your little mewls and complaints about your sensitive ears as you rub incessantly at the sore flesh.

tamer! toji who bends you over in the grossest arch against his towel-clad lap, feeling his warm skin against yours as the towels knot grows weaker and threatens to slip. he tugs off your soft shorts, revealing that soft, chubby bunny butt.

tamer! toji who’s surprised when he sees how fluffy your little cottontail is, twitching nervously under his gaze.

tamer! toji who even more surprised when he takes a sneak peek at your bunny cunt , just to see how slicked up your chubby folds are, soft hole throbbing with your carnal needs. what a pervert.

“no ! d-don’t look there !” you squeal, frantic paws attempting to scurry away from the man’s grasp.

his hand comes down unexpectedly with a hard smack across your ass, the soft flesh growing raw to the touch. your throat elicits a small gasp of shock, falling pliant against the man’s lap. you’re quick to burst into tears, even if you don’t want to; but it truly hurts so bad!

“bad bunnies need t’learn.” toji coos, kneading at the raw skin. it makes you flinch against his touch. “bad, perverted bunnies.” he whispers against your soft ears, making them twitch.

he tugs at the soft tuft of your cottontail, exposing your puckered asshole soft to the touch.

“n-no!” your tail twitches against his hold, shaky hand coming behind to cover yourself.

“hey.” he spits, a rough hand grappling at the chub of your ass almost like a threat, “y’think y’r in any place to tell me no right now ?”

his hand slaps down against your plush ass once again, the sting inevitable as he holds you firmly. your hands ball into fists that shoot up to your eyes, furiously wiping away at your newfound tears, soft hiccups that accompany your cries.

“that’s it, y’r learning.” you submit helplessly below him, watching intently at your softened ears pliant against the cushion. “y’know what you need to do?”

“m—m sorry. ‘m sorry mister…!” you burst into tears once again, little toe pads curled up into ‘c’s in a fear of feeling his punishing hand on the hot burn of your ass yet again. you don’t know if he’d punish you for your loud cries yet, but you simply can’t hold back. he’s breaking your little bunny heart.

“oh..” he sighs, he feels a tad bit bad; he supposes. he watches as your forearm slaps across your face to hide your expression, your other hand in an attempt to protect your burning cheek. “hey.”

you peek up at him with a tiny stare, hiccups still reverberating through your body causing you to bounce against his lap. you ignore the fat chub that pokes at the side of your tummy, flaunting shamelessly through the fabric of toji’s pants.

“come to this room t’ night after yer duties. y’took yer punishment well.” toji grimes, and he adores the way your eyes light up like diamonds. his friend down below seems to adore it just as much as he does, too.

tamer! toji who sees you peek in half of your head at the designated time that he asked you to come, nervously treading along the glazed floors with a glint of fear that he’ll continue his punishment.

don’t think of him so lowly, bunny. he really isn’t that mean!

tamer! toji who takes care of you that night; after a bit of coercing and getting you on your tummy, ripping your frilly panties from your bruised butt and pressing in a thick plug. he thinks the pink diamond is terribly gorgeous in contrast to your soft tail, twitching with pain at the unfamiliar feeling.

tamer! toji who preps you briefly, leaning down to block your view of his hefty fingers slipping in between your chubby folds. “s—sir!” it’s not like you don’t feel it, but he loves to make a little face at you that makes you look crazy!

tamer! toji who fucks you brutally against his soft matress that night, relentlessly humping into the depths of your gushy cunt. he can’t get enough, truly. you’re one damn bunny.

he watches you skillfully, the little plug snug in your ass squeezing against his cock from the inside. he feels the hard metal that bulges from the other side of your soft walls, grunting at the tightness.

tamer! toji who can’t help but cum fat loads in your cunt when he hears your little cries, sweet yelps for your ‘mister’ to come and save you. it’s even better when they slowly grow to cute moans and pleads to cum all over. don’t worry, bunny. your new mister will be sure to tug at your cottontail and rub your clit, just to ensure his bunny a good time.

[stormyoceans]

elaborating on everyone's theory that night might be responsible for the accident that damaged day's sight, could he have been drunk? there's a part of the special ep where sea and mark are outside a bar (night's bar?) and night is clearly supposed to be impaired in the actual scene based on mark's rosy cheeks.

and they mightve been practicing their lines here, no?

also could be a reason to why night is driving day's car instead of his own, bc it got wrecked...

last twilight brainrot has set in

LITERALLY EVERYTHING I WAS THINKING ABOUT BUT EXPLAINED WAY BETTER THAN I EVER COULD THANK YOU

like i do think the two of them started to drift apart way before day's accident even happened, most likely when day moved on to compete on a national level and their mother began to treat him as the favorite child, but mere jealousy between brothers doesn't explain why day lashed out in the car and why he refuses to rely on night in any way. there's so much cruelty and resentment in day's words, and there was even in what he said to mork the first time they met, but you can tell that it was less about mork himself and more about what he represented for day in that moment: an endless line of caretakers who don't see him as a human but only as a charity case or a way to get money. with night, tho, his words are targeted, personal

night being somewhat responsible for day's accident but being drunk at the time would honestly explain everything, because it doesn't matter how neglected he may feel, of course he would never hurt his baby brother on purpose (just look at how he immediately stood up when mork got closer to day at the first interview, as if afraid mork could hurt him and ready to intervene if mork tried), but while drunk all your senses are impaired. and the thing is.. i don't even think night was necessarily the one driving. maybe it was day, and he had to drive BECAUSE night couldn't and that's enough for day to blame night and for night to carry the guilt of what happened, because if night didn't get drunk that evening, if day didn't have to sit behind the steering wheel to get him home, then day would still have his sight

i actually do hope this is what happened because it would also create interesting parallels with mork and rung: night wouldn't be responsible for day's accident just like mork isn't responsible for rung's death, but guilt is a complicated thing and the choices you make cannot be changed. at some point you have to learn to live with it and let go of the 'what ifs'

[luviisabella]

Remember when I was talking about Bakugou’s biceps, but it wasn’t sexual ? link 💘

Let me give you another list of reasons to loveeee Bakugou’s biceps.

18+ ⭐️

—

Your mouth was practically watering at the sight of your boyfriend chugging his gallon sized water bottle. He had just gotten back from the gym and was fresh in his gym clothes. A classic athletic black t-shirt and compression capris under basketball shorts… but what really got your attention was the way his biceps were practically bulging out of his shirt.

You were reading your book until you peaked over and now you’re stuck in a trance. Your thoughts were so lewd if anyone were able to hear them they’d be beet red.

He places his water down before sighing.

“Done staring ?”

And you immediately looked back down at your book.

He scoffed at your sad attempt to cover your face.

“Embarrassed you got caught or do you need glasses ?”

He was teasing you considering how close you shoved the book to your face.

“So what if I was ? I can’t stare at my boyfriend ??” You tried to defend yourself but God seeing him like this was sending you into another world.

He started walking over to you and was admiring a view of his own. You had your back flat against the couch and your head rested against the arm of it. You had your knees pressed together and your feet flat against the seating of the couch, not realizing the perfect view he had of your pink underwear or how he could clearly see the print of your pussy.

“Perv”

“Huh ? Like you weren’t just salivating over me drinking water”

You looked away and rolled your eyes before looking back at him. Not realizing how close he had gotten and was now pressing his knee a little to close to where your pussy was.

“Kats-“

“Tell me what you were really staring at”

Your face felt hot, like someone had poured lava as a face mask. You hesitated before answering him with an innocent look hoping he wouldn’t tease you about it.

“Your biceps…”

And he couldn’t help the grin that reached his face.

His hand gently cupping your knee before spreading your legs apart.

“Katssss” you mumble at him, knowing he’s gonna leave you overstimulated (not that you’re complaining)

“You know I don’t just workout to stay fit right ?”

He picked you up and carried you to your shared bedroom. Oh you were in for it now.

He gently laid you on the bed before pulling back to lift off his shirt and My.. God. The view was something crafted by Heaven and Earth.

You involuntarily reached your hand out to stroke his abs and he hissed in response.

“I’m sorry-“ you pulled your hand back thinking you hurt him.

“S’not you.. just a little sore” he got on his knees and pulled you closer to his face by your hips.

And you frowned, wanting him to rest..

“Then we don’t have to-“ “I’m sore not dead”

And before you could retaliate you moaned feeling the sensation of his lips against your clothed clit.

Oh fuck… now you really had a view

He was holding your thighs apart with his arms, his biceps pressing against your soft skin and you were nearly losing it. Just the sight of this alone was enough to make you finish.

He gently pulled the fabric of your underwear to the side and began lapping at your clit. You threw your head back against the pillows and let your fingers run through his hair.

“Yes ngh fuck katsuki yes yes yes”

You tugged at his hair earning a low groan from him. If only you could see the raging boner he had in his shorts rn.

Just from your breathing he knew you were close and started tracing circles against your clit, making sure to hold your thighs extra tight.

“F-fuck Kats’ m’ gonna cum m’ gonna cum”

He didn’t slow down, continuing his brutal pace on your pussy as you reached your high, but he kept going through your orgasm causing you to whine and involuntarily roll your hips against his face.

Once he was done he pulled back from you again and stood up, running his thumb against his bottom lip, a satisfied look on his face.

“Working out also offers good stamina”

—

“Should we find out if I’ve really been putting in the work ?”

(yeah bby that’s all yours)

[romanticintheory]

Hello!!!! I was wondering if you could write an angst with Ghost/Simon where the reader was too clingy after having a bad day and he lashed out on her but he didn't think anything of it because the next day the reader was acting normal. He only noticed after a few weeks when reader became more distant and quiet. Feel free to ignore if it's too weird or you don't like it!!! ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

this one is dedicated to all the ones who were hurt and never got that apology. hope this alleviates the pain.

simon "ghost" riley x gn!reader || masterlist || request rules

-there was no one specific reason as to why today turned out to be a bad day. it just was.

-from accidentally burning yourself trying to make breakfast after waking up late to having to deal with the most insufferable customers, it just wasn't your day today.

-but it was okay, because you had simon to return to when everything was said and done.

-the frown on your face immediately softens the moment you see him walk through the door to your shared home. as soon as he pulls his mask and boots off, you make your way toward him and engulf him in a tight hug.

-you are painfully (but understandably) unaware of the thin veil of his patience and the frustration that had been brewing within him in the past few hours. he half-heartedly returns the embrace.

-"how was your day, si?" you ask him gently.

-"fine," he responds shortly, hoping there isn't more to the conversation.

-even after you pull away from him, you trail behind him as he moves around the house. this wasn't irregular behavior from either of you. simon wasn't usually the most talkative person in the room, anyway, but he loved to hear your voice. that was one of the things he loved about the two of you together; you filled the space he couldn't.

-today, though, was different. he was pissed off at all different kinds of people. for some reason, couldn't bring himself to tell you that he was having a bad day and needed some space, especially because it was evident you were having a bad one yourself.

-so when he turned on his heel after listening to your rambles for as much as he could take and lashed out at you, he tried not to think about the unbearable amount of guilt seeping into his veins.

-"would you just stop clinging to me for five minutes? god, 's like i can't get away from you or your constant fucking talking!"

-you had heard stories, mostly from simon, about the kind of man he could be when pushed to his limit. mostly, it was of violent, physical acts when it came to work or protecting the ones he loved. other times, he would tell you about when he'd lash out at others just like he did to you, now, and he always told it to you with a quiet fear. there was an unspoken meaning to him telling you about the times he's acted out: i don't want to do the same to you. i don't want to hurt you.

-but here he was, towering over you with a coldness in his eyes and a dryness in his throat from the sheer volume of his words.

-averting your gaze from his, you let out a meek, "'m sorry," and watch as he slams the door in front of your face.

-when he slinks into bed next to your sleeping form later that night, ridden with shame and guilt, he misses the tear-stained face hidden from him. after his outburst, you felt like all of the energy in your body had been taken away from you and retreated to bed early. you cried on and off for hours.

-you always thought you had a clinging problem. it was an insecurity you carried with you starting from childhood. friends would become acquaintances and family would keep you at arms-length. after years of believing the issue was you, simon walked into your life and told you different.

-if you stopped talking because you thought he stopped listening and was uninterested, he'd always turn back to you and genuinely ask why you stopped talking. whenever you apologized for hugging him for too long or asking to spend time with him for the third time that week, he'd always tilt his head at you and say in that low, sincere voice, "but i love you?"

-for all those reasons, you tried to give him the benefit of the doubt despite how much he hurt you. so, when he tries to bring it up the next morning, you do your best to brush it off. he was having a bad day. that was all. no need to make a fuss.

-"listen, love," he calls to you as you pop your piece of toast out of the toaster. "about last night-"

-completely disregarding his words, you look at the clock and stuff your phone into your pocket. "it's fine. honestly, simon," you tell him with the best smile you could muster. "i'm gonna be late. i'll see you tonight."

-you were so adamant on getting out as quick as possible that simon had no time to respond. he thought to himself that maybe he was making a bigger deal out of it than you. maybe there were no hard feelings and you were completely fine. after all, he was always overly worried for you, anyway.

-so, when you came home, he didn't mention it. it was as if last night didn't happen, and the two of you were perfectly fine. there were times where simon thought you were being a bit more restrained in your movements or words, but he tried to chalk it up to just him being overly paranoid. you said it was fine, so it was better not to push you on it, right?

-at first, you were doing really good at keeping yourself from overthinking the situation. however, as time went on and you paid more attention to how you acted around your boyfriend, you began to wonder if you were really that clingy.

-as the week progressed, your state of mind would deteriorate. what if it wasn't just a bad day? what if that was what he thought the entire time and was just waiting for the right moment to tell you? had he just been trying to cheer you up about your insecurities the entire time? and if he was, how much of this relationship was even real, then?

-the more you thought about it, the more distant you became. the last thing you wanted to do was make simon feel like he was being suffocated by you. you slowly stopped initiating physical affection with him, restricted talking about your day to a few sentences, and tried to answer simon's questions in one word when possible.

-he notices. of course he notices, it was like a stranger was living where you were supposed to be, and he missed it. he missed you.

-he asks you about your change when you're getting ready for bed, pulling the rest of your nightshirt over your head. despite being exhausted from work and looking like you were sitting out in the wind, he thought you never looked more ethereal than you did now.

-"(y/n)," he said.

-"hm?" you hummed to him, not turning toward his direction. you sat down on the edge of your side of the bed, turning off the lamp at the same time.

-your lack of emotional presence was starting to eat at him. he sat down next to you, the mattress dipping beneath his weight and forcing you to lean toward him.

-"you alright?"

-"yes. why?"

-"i dunno, you just seem..." his eyes tried to find yours, but you couldn't bring yourself to meet his gaze. "quiet."

-it was then that you looked at him, and it was scary to simon because he couldn't make out the emotion in your expression. there was nothing he could read.

-"isn't that-" you had to pause to try and stabilize your wavering voice. "isn't that what you wanted?"

-there was a tension-filled silence that settled in the room, and for a second you were worried that what you said was somehow incredibly offensive.

-finally, he chokes out, "i'm sorry."

-again, you try to muster up a smile. "it's fine, i already told you. i should've known you wanted space."

-"no."

-"no?"

-"it was my fault," he explains. "how could you 'ave known? i didn't tell you i wasn't in the mood that day, and that's not even considering the way i talked to you. i shouldn't have- nothing excuses what i said to you."

-still, you were convinced you were to blame. "well, i have a history of being clingy, so," you were trying to come up with more excuses for him. for most of your life, you had decided that you were the issue. it couldn't be any other way, right?

-"i know. it's one of the things i love you for," he says quietly. "not to sound cheesy but it's what makes you you, and i don't want you to lose that jus' 'cause i'm still shitty at communication."

-you knew in some capacity he was right. there was no excuse for how he talked to you, but the next words you wanted to say evaded you.

-simon thought about talking some more. instead, he grasped your back with one hand and slid his other underneath your legs, repositioning you on his lap. it was like a silent plea from him, a way of proving that he wanted to be close to you just as much as you wanted to be close to him.

-"you're sure i'm not too clingy?" you ask tentatively.

-"positive," he reassures you, rubbing small circles on your back with his thumb. "you wanna know something?"

-"what?"

-"if i wasn't so fucked up-"

-"you're not fucked up."

-"right." you never let him talk badly about himself. that was something he was still getting used to after all this time. being loved and learning to love himself. "well, if i didn't grow up the way i did and became the person i am, i'd probably be way clingier than you."

-"that's impossible," you deny, unconsciously letting yourself lean into his touch.

-"you don't know how much i want you. if my mind and body would let me, i'd be close to you all the time, showing you the attention you deserve."

-"you give me plenty."

-"agree to disagree," he stops with the circles and pulls you impossibly closer to his body. "but 'm trying. 'm trying to learn to let you love me and to not be afraid to love you. 'm sorry, love. i stopped trying that night, and i think it'll be the death of me."

-you let his words sink in, a thoughtful look on your face.

-"next time you'll tell me, right? what you're thinking?"

-"pinkie promise," he agrees, letting the hand under your legs slide out and raise his pinkie finger toward you.

-in return, you link your pinkie with his to seal the promise, and it feels as though the heavy tension in the air has cleared away.

-"i love you," he says, feeling bold from his previous admission.

-"i love you, too." there's that smile on your face. he never realized until now how he probably couldn't live without it.

-he kisses you on the lips, and for a moment the two of you just stay there in each other's arms, forgiving the past, healing the present, and dreaming of the future together.