#whomst i missed dearly

[redwayfarers]

Aforementioned Cassander reasons that somehow seem to have affected Stephanivien as well

[autisticempathydaemon]

for your matchup game! thank you for doing these they look super fun though i’m sure you’re super busy with them lol!!

* my fave song in the last few weeks has been otherside which is a minecraft song. it’s got a sick beat drop and i like listening to it for focus music

* 2w1

* I don’t know about gargantuan BUT i do love a good video essay/deep dive. mike’s mics pretty little liars vids have been my go to the last few months

* i don’t actually remember having an imaginary friend :/ my parents said i had one, and most i can remember is we used to have tea parties

* i have to have asmr or some kind of ambient noise in order to fall asleep, and i also have to have my body pillow to hug or else i cannot sleep

* emily irene. it’s the name my parents were going to give me bc it honored their grandparents but my mom hated irene (my dads grandmothers name) so she refused. i’ve always wanted to change it to that.

* probably camping with your tsundere alpha werewolf boyfriend because it’s the first real time we’ve seen davey share memories about his dad in a peaceful way, which was really nice. also the scratch offs reminded me of my own dad bc it was something he used to do for me and my sisters and it made me cry after listening and i had to call him and tell him i missed him LOL

* james probably? i just haven’t rlly gotten around to listening to all of the audios with james anton and marcus yet (still p new to the fandom)

* howl’s moving castle

* damien. i think we could commiserate over a really nice chocolate cheesecake abt our mommy issues.

* internet drama i come across. i have a bad habit of digging myself down a rabbit hole of the most inane internet drama and then telling my best friend abt it when we’re both sleepy but not ready to SleepTM yet

* reese’s sticks and a dr pepper, or if i’m feeling savory it’s pringles and a dr pepper and if they have slushies/icees then it’s a cherry slushie/icee and whichever above snack i’m feeling

* i have a playlist called georgia peach which is a country music playlist i made of all the old music i grew up on. i like listening to it on warmer days when i’m on a drive

* a tie between the twilight movies and bbc sherlock but i feel like twilight is more um. socially accepted, at least on social media. bbc sherlock is only the first 2 seasons

* ummm i’m a libra. myer briggs type is infp. i’m autistic/have adhd. i have a black cat named pika whomst i love dearly, i used to love reading as a kid but i kind of fell off and i’ve been trying to get back into it recently, i’m a middle child, i like farming sim games and rpg games and narrative games (like telltale games) and romcoms and some light horror movies. my top 5 movies of all time are howl’s moving castle, pride and prejudice (2005), scream, pacific rim, and the princess bride. my top artist the last 7 years in a row on spotify was hozier. my current favorite author is emily henry. my love language for giving is quality time/gift giving, receiving is acts of service/quality time.

Anon, I am gently patting your cheeks, I adore you so. You’ve given me so much information to work with, and every bit that I got just further cemented my hypothesis that you’ve gotta be paired with Huxley.

Speed run, let’s go- Type Two’s are characterized by a desire to be loved and confident in that love; Huxley leaves no room for doubt. Your sisters would probably be protective and want the best boyfriend for you; does it get better than Huxley? You’ve got mommy issues; he’s got two amazing moms who’ll love you and heal them. You’re autistic; we’ve got proof Huxley’s awesome with autistic people (i.e Damien and Lasko).

You and Huxley would make each other so endlessly happy. I think both of you are big “Quality Time” people, so nothing makes you feel more loved than a simple, domestic weekend at home. Huxley loves those cozy, lazy days of cuddling your cat (which loves him duh) and reading together. The only kind of day he might like better is y’all going for a hike or leisurely drive together, singing along to country music on the radio. (He definitely has a soft spot for the same genre, having heard his moms listen to it when he was a kid.)

Song:

First time that I saw you, mmm/ You took my breath away/ I might not get to Heaven/ But I walked with the angels that day/ She takes me by the hand/ I am the luckiest man alive/ Did I tell you, baby/ You are the joy of my life?

Speaking of country, I love to imagine Huxley as a Chris Stapleton fan specifically. He’s just so quintessentially, classically country and writes the dreamiest love songs; I can totally see young!Huxley singing Tennessee Whiskey long before he ever drank alcohol. Now, he sings it and other Stapleton songs like this to you. (Badly, I might add. I like to headcanon that Huxley can’t hold a tune to save his life, but he pulls it off well.)

Runner-ups:

Asher would be a fun runner-up for you because I think y’all would have fun playing games, like next to each other and with each other, you know? Like, imagine running a Stardew farm with Asher; it’d be chaotic and amazing. I also like Lasko for you as a runner-up, because who better gets mommy issues than another person with mommy issues, you dig? /lh

note: Irene is such a cute name boooo anon’s mom /lh

Read this post and send me an ask if you’d like a match-up of your own! 💌

[random-french-girl]

get to know me!

tagged by @kendrene (thanks!!)

three ships: right now I'm still deep into my Ava x Beatrice feelings, with a sprinkle of Blake x Yang residual joy from the long-awaited bumbleby kiss finally happening. And I guess I'm trying to catch up on critical role, so shout out to Laudna x Imogen, whomst I miss dearly.

first ever ship: probably Buffy x Faith? No, actually, scratch that, I just remembered Kim x Shego had such an impact on 15yo me... rip.

last song: collection, by Tamaryn

last movie: I have nooo idea I haven't watched a movie in ages.

currently reading: Anna Karenina, by Tolstoy. Really enjoying it! Anna is such a fascinating character, not at all what I was expecting after the first few chapters. and I'm loving the constant tension between tragedy and comedy. also my gay goggles are ON and i'm having a fun time with the homoeroticism of it all.

currently consuming: my breakfast! Coffee, and toast with butter and jam.

currently craving: nothing else tbh, i'm having a good morning

tagging @birgittesilverbae @appleciders @imaginejolls

[fleetinglotus]

In response to. X

He knows, the taller deity knew and yet, found himself unable to not give. It was not meant to be some reconciliation gift, a present to mend mistakes.

Michihiko knows how small & void-like today feels for the one before him but he disregarded this feeling, in favor of atleast giving something, anything at that point. What she would come to do with the tea set, is no longer his business nor would he reproach her.

He never has.

When she turn, evening colors washes over the puppet's features, soft, warm and momentarily making him blink a few times. Sometimes, he swears, he forgets to do that, even if it has never been noted by anyone or put them off. His hold towards the box in hands is kept steady, careful as to not release the frail items.

Its a lingering silence after another, in between little words of shared and Asmodeus waits there, gift for the taking. But that look on her face, those expressions, no matter how brief, have been quietly noticed.

There is only so little he knows about whomst Ei dearly missed, apart from the physical likeness they shared with a long gone presence. Yet, he cannot loath her, his mother, only what happened to the people of this nation and the damages that followed for some other nations who relied on mercantile affairs.

When she did take claim of what has been presented, the skin to skin contact does not go unseen.

Still....

When was last he could touch her so, to be touched himself?.

It seemed so far & yet, oh so very close.

For, she is right there and-

No, this wasn't right.

Why was she, of all people, doing it, doing this.

There is an uncomfortable itch surfacing within.

What he has ever done to prompt this?, even at the cost of knowing the Electro Archon was not good with words. Moreso words of gratitude.

''......''.

He can't bear this sight, despite it being just the two of them in this very room.

How do you expect me to feel about that.

A thought kept at bay.

An inaudible sigh before this itch finally wears off.

''Why...''

After so long of going up against her, her and this folly she deemed to call Eternity.

This is what you do?.

I don't deserve this.

Please, please do not tell me i was right.

Mother.

@dutybcrne

[corvophobia]

my favourite second cousins whomst i miss very dearly

[anna-wit-locked]

where; Rufus’s London flat whomst; surprisingly, Rufus @bewixched​

Anna loved her brother dearly, she really truly did, but spending free time at his place felt like crowding him somehow. When Rufus had offered her the chance to hang out as his for a while she’d jumped at it. Plus, she missed the kiddo.

Now she sat curled up on his couch, careful to keep her deaf ear (god, she still hadn’t fully unpacked all of that yet, deaf in one ear) facing away from him and her good ear towards him. “Talk a little louder,” she pleaded, “I still haven’t had time to look into any sort of hearing aid or stuff like that.”

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[flightofthejackdaw]

Like if these actually refer to actual KH characters, anyone got any theories/ideas on whomst?

Star 1

I found myself here, lighter than before. Unburdened. All my pain and responsibility gone. But something in this new ease keeps catching at the corners of my mind. Is it all right for me to be here like this? There is a faint memory. A sound. Others may have found it grating, but it warmed my heart. That crying... I have to find it. Embrace it. The sweet weight I carried. My dear, beloved burden.

Star 2

Whoever said love and hate are two sides of the same coin is a liar. The second our eyes would meet, we were at each others throats, every time. The idea of us as friends is laughable. I'm finally on my own here, and what a relief! Just... not as big a relief as I'd thought. It's weird. Something's just... missing. Ugh, is that how this works? Did I keep going back for another fight just so we could spend the time together? Maybe it's not as simple as "like" or "hate". The heart's a complex thing. Wonder if he feels this lonely too... takes two to have a fight, after all.

Star 3

We were always together. Practically joined at the hip. We'd wear the same clothes, eat the same food, go the same places. We were an identical pair-like walking alongside a mirror. So why is it just me here now? There's this... this feeling. Calling to me. Pulling at me. And now I share it. Feel it as my own. We are always together.

Star 4

"I have nothing left to teach you." I had thought those words would make him happy, but it was sorrow that clouded his face. I had shared all I know, my every technique. What more did he seek from me? I never heard the answer. Time passed on, and... here we are. But now, since we've parted, I think I understand. He wanted the same thing I did. This wasn't just about passing on knowledge. It was a communion. A connecting of hearts.

Star 5

I kept telling everyone we were just friends, but he crept into my head. Into my heart. It started to feel weird being together. I stepped back, and he never stepped in to close the distance. I wonder how he saw it. Wonder how he feels. What's this emotion, filling me? It's overpowering. It's him. I have to respond. I have to tell him how I really feel.

Star 6

Did I matter? Was I ever there at all? I thought I'd found my place, surrounded by people I trusted. But look there. I'm gone, yet they go on meeting up just the same. Hm? The table's set wrong. There are too many glasses... Oh. Added a new member, have they? That didn't take long. That was my seat. That was my place at the table. Their glasses clink against the newcomer's one after the next. No, this is not my place. Maybe it never was.

Star 7

We spent so many years together. A lifetime. It wasn't all sunshine and rainbows, of course. We had our share of troubles. Sorrows, too. But all of it is dear to me now, every minute we had. We got to experience so much. I have no regrets. At least, that's what I thought. Special occasions may stand out, but there's nothing so precious as the quiet days between them. That's what a life is, really...

Star 8

I was defeated. That was supposed to be it. I'd just... fade away. Yet a part of me remains. But why? I have no regrets. No reason to cling to this life. I turned these questions over in my head again and again, and again and again I remember. Our clash. The feeling of exhilaration. Of pleasure. I can see his face clearly in my mind. He wore the same grin as mine. I would dearly love to cross blades with him again...

​Star 9

After long years of service, my one regret is that I must pass on before my master. I suspect he will not notice my absence. I doubt he so much as knew my name. Yet how, then, can I explain this sight? The artworks that I was tasked with tending now bear a thin layer of dust. It seems he expressly commanded that non of the remaining staff take up my work. What can that mean, save that he saw me not as one among many, but as an individual? That he feels my absence. Grieves for me. I am awash with gratitude at the thought of it. I must do all that I can to reciprocate...

Star 10

Oh, good. If you're speaking to me, I suppose I must exist. I feel a consciousness, or memories, perhaps. Feelings. They pass through my mind one after the next, but none of it feels real. And that was fine. I'd resigned myself to simply forget. To let it all slip away. But there was one piece I couldn't let go of- a fragment I couldn't forget. Maybe that sliver of memory is what's kept me here this whole time...

Star 11

That's strange. I'm running and running, but I can't get to Papa. Oh! This is hide-and-seek! I love hide-and-seek! I'm going to find Papa. He'll be so proud. Hmm... I can't find him. I give up. Papa! Come out! Come out! ... I've looked so hard for him. Isn't he looking for me? Wait, that's Papa's voice. I hear his voice! It's that light! I understand, now. I just have to run toward that light!

The dialogue of the 11 stars in the Final World is always on my mind…. Like WHAT DOES IT MEAN NOMURA!

Does it have any relevance at all? Is each star actually referencing a character? Or is their purpose purely symbolic?

It’s driving me crazy!

[deacons-wig]

Some art fights for @wildwildwasteland (based on these looks) @allislaughter and a D&D friend whomst I dearly miss.

find me @⚔️~hotcrossbun⚔️

[ariyadaivaris]

REMEMBER WHEN MARIAM INVENTED HUMOR AND GOOD 205 POSTS ALSO WITH THIS GIF BECAUSE MOOD

[lizzibennet]

GOD I MISSED BEING THIS EXCITED OVER SOMETHING. toa who. hoo who. tkc i love u dearly but tkc WHOMST. it’s percy jackson baby! the masterpiece! the blueprint! only pjo could make me this excited. only pjo could bring this childhood wonder back into my life with such ease. i literally feel like an overexcited 11 yr old finishing the series for the first time all over again. that’s MAGIC BABEY and that magic is gonna be translated into screen. and we all will get to experience it and new people will get to as well! this is so special!! i’m crying! congrats riordan you’ve done it again you bastard i will buy whatever ugly merch you throw my way and will refrain from dragging you for an ENTIRE 24 hours i am SO happy

[undercovercottonswab]

sometimes i think villain deku art is just onceler art in disguise

[solasan]

whomst is this Dora Penrose?? 👀

im six days late but im here let's go!!!! im putting this under a cut tho bc. yknow. marvel oc. embarrassing. all my cool mutuals look away pls ✌️

ok so miss eudora 'dora' penrose — otherwise known as the mystic — is hell's kitchen's second vigilante and a pain in matt murdock's ass

no seriously their first meeting went a lot like this:

anyway. she was born n raised in hell's kitchen; her parents (andrea & lou) were a low-income couple from one of the rougher areas, but her childhood was pretty happy!!!! her n her sister (leona) were very loved, whatever they lacked

except. yknow. dora can see ghosts. and has done since she was very young. i think probably her powers eventually culminate in temporary reanimation on top of the mediumship, and probably she gets tangled up in strange & wanda's shit, as a third sort of. magic user? in nyc?

she made the mistake of telling her family abt the ghosts when she was super young and after that she spent several years bouncing between therapists n psychiatrists. i think she was probably medicated for a little while? but im not 100% on that :/

uhhh had an imaginary friend as a kid that was actually the dead daughter of one of her neighbours. quite sad, quite sad. fucked her up for a bit, on top of the whole.... everything else

eventually she kind of just pretended she couldn't see ghosts anymore n was all cured, but they never rly went away. she got very good at lying. loves her family dearly but holds them at arm's length just bc she doesn't know. rly. how to be honest? with them?

anyway she worked very hard and eventually got into NYU on a scholarship. became a journalist; joined the new york bulletin. ben urich kinda took her under his wing as her mentor, so they were very close

and then. well. ben dies. as bens tend to do in marvel. and uhhh he doesn't haunt her which she's. kind of offended by. and basically the anger over his death n the pressure of having all these ghosts around her for so long eventually becomes too much and she decides, well, time to become a vigilante and get vengeance for some of these poor dead fuckers.

she doesnt kill!!!! she doesn't want to be haunted by more ghosts!!! but her methods are still. well. a lil questionable. her and matt tangle a couple times bc he sort of is like. why the fuck are u here and what are u doing.

(not all of her settled scores end violently!!! one old lady Moves On To The Other Side after dora rescues her cat from a tree!!! but yknow. some of them dont move on till she's broken a few bones, is all)

queen of frantically hate-fucking ur fellow vigilante on a rooftop after a near-death experience!!!!

anyway her n matt do become friends. eventually. sort of. it takes them a while. and on top of that they keep having a lot of near-misses out of masks where they almost meet but something gets in the way of it. the day they do finally meet, matt recognises her first

(she recognises him after a couple hours. look. u would never expect a mild-mannered blind lawyer to be the devil-horned dude who u sometimes fight or fuck in alleyways, ok?)

um yes. idk what else i have to add to this. if u read it all i love u <3

[ofbvtterflies]

♡𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐢𝐥 𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢♡

( adeline rudolph, 24, she/her ) * hey, i’m looking for the office of soleil choi. they’re the employee who’s known around the office as the go-getter, if that helps ? not to be a gossip, but i’ve heard that they're zealous but cunning, is that true ? i also heard that they’re the one who spoiled the office yogurt supply. anyways, here’s the coffee they ordered.

hello my sweet sweet ppl!! i’m yari and this is my not so sweet daughter soleil!! like i said in my tag, like this for some luv, or hit me up on discord @ yari thee jawn#5331

𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒

name: soleil isabel choi

faceclaim: adeline rudolph

occupation: in-house lawyer @ masters international

sexuality: bisexual

pronouns: she/her/hers

date of birth: august 29th, 1996

big three: virgo ☀, sagittarius ☽, leo ↑

+ traits: zealous, independent, witty, analytical, creative, meticulous

- traits: cunning, spiteful, haughty, self-indulgent, cynical, devious

character inspo: azula (tlab), vivienne kensington (legally blonde), lucrecia montesinos (elite), jade west (victorious), beatrix (winx)

aesthetics: highlighted dossiers, the clicking of penny loafers on marble flooring, the smell of baccarat rogue lingering as she passes by, pastels, pearls, and fluttering eyelashes

education: political science b.s | columbia university  ||  j.d. | yale law school

𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐘

- soleil always had a knack for getting what she wanted– this dates back to before she was even earth side, making her poor mother crave all the sweets in the world knowing damn well she’d have the poor woman head first in the toilet bowl. she was finally welcomed earth side on los angeles county’s hottest summer day recorded to date, but her parents and older brother were truly in love with all the warmth she brought already. soleil was a very particular child, her rice couldn’t touch her bulgogi, and her bulgogi couldn’t touch her kimchi. naturally she excelled in most things she was presented with, language, arts, science, math, you name it she was probably annoyingly good at it.

- despite their natural ability to excel, her parents were hard on both her and her brother which brought on lots of tension in their parents marriage. soleil can recall on many occasions her brother whisking her away when their parents would start with one of their fights. her brother is probably one of the only people she’ll go to war for, she really wants all the smoke behind him. through the span of her life she witnessed the rise and fall, and ultimately the demise of her parents' marriage– and man oh man was it an ugly divorce all of which soleil was convinced was derivative of the fact that they cut her brother off because he was set on pursuing a different career path. soleil was impartial to it all because she truly believed her parents should’ve never been married to begin with– two career-driven people + children≠ happily ever after. seeing the demise of that relationship still weighs heavy on her conscious *cue trust issues by drake*

- soleil’s father was given primary custody over her, and he moved her from los angeles to san diego– this was when something was unlocked inside of her. soleil knew she was the only one who could carry out and eventually take on the family business, with that very simple piece of information she had her father exactly where she wanted him, and she still does now. there wasn’t a fight when she insisted on applying to school across the country, because why would she want to be anywhere near her father? before leaving for school her mother reached out and they reconnected after not communicating for almost 3 years– (tw: car accident, her mother tragically succumbed to her injuries from a really bad car accident three months after they reconnected).

- when it comes to miss ma’ams personality, she is literally the summer walker song white tee, (anybody: treat me like white tees, don't get me dirty || soleil: mess up your white tee, i’ll do you dirty ya) so there's that. she knows what she wants and she knows how to get it. she is generally nice when you really get to know her, but she knows how to keep it professional in the work setting. outside of work and a different storrrry though c:

𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

- friends for sure, because honestly if u can get along with her she needs u in her corner

- enemies!!!! hehehehee this is self explanatory, give her someone to spat with on twitter after hours

- she has a tragic ass ex, but u can hmu to plot this one out bc soleil did them dirty lmao

- her “rose-colored boy”, this plot is solely based on the paramore song- someone whomst she cares for dearly who has a v sunny demeanor (possible romantic connection)

- im the brainstorm queen so licherully whatevs luvs

[sapphicteaparty]

i didnt drink any green tea for two weeks because the caffeine messed up my sleep schedule (i drank a lot of it) so in the meanwhile i drank all kinds of teas without caffeine and no offense but why are all the decaf teas so bland and/or tasteless??

anyway i’m back to my 1 true love green tea whomst i missed dearly and that’s all i’ll be drinking from now (in moderation ok, i learned my lesson)

[slutsofren]

Hallo! Here’s my official request for some fluff with CEO! Kylo & Mistress for the time he tells her he loves her & his plans for the future :3

This one was super super fun to write but finding the words to put down was so difficult, im so so so sorry @bicthpotato but thank you dearly for your patience !!

Just Because I Love You

Summary: Kylo is in town to spend some time with you, you cannot wait for you two to take some time off and relax. Being the CEOs of your own companies was rough work so Kylo has a little speech for you.

General Info: CEO Kylo & Mistress AU, fluff, first time saying “I love you”, teasing, lots of teasing and sarcasm, light cursing, Kylo talking about his emotions?? whomst???

Read on AO3 here! Just under 2k. 

It was 4:00 on the dot, you knew you’d be able to slip out of the office easily at this time. Besides, you were the boss, who was going to stop you? Your employees knew better, each one went through your rather rigorous 60 day training period and if they lasted then they deserved all the benefits you were able to grant them. They were grateful to be here under your care just as much as you were grateful they helped create a loving work environment.

It helps being a powerful boss ass bitch. You wore that title proud.

What you also wore proud was the immaculate silver necklace around your neck with an elegant “K” charm dangling, catching the light of every room you walked into. It was the latest gift from Kylo, just because he missed you and wanted you to have a small piece of him with you in Los Angeles after you came home.

Your fingers fidgeted with the charm,  rubbing the “K” over and over. You looked at your watch once again, 4:05. You rose from your chair and rounded the desk, grabbing your work satchel and coat, flicking the light off behind you. Your assistant looked up from her computer, “Headed home early, ma’am?”

“How many times do I have to tell you,” you teased, “don’t call me ‘ma’am’ I’m not old.”

She let out a hearty laugh, “Of course, is there anything you’d like me to finish up, Miss?” You paused and thought for a moment but you couldn’t bear to think about work much longer.

“Do one thing and then you can go home, email each department to give everybody the rest of the day off.”

“On account of what, Miss?”

“On the account that I’m in a damn good mood and I’m going to see somebody that I’ve missed dearly.”

You gave her one last smile before continuing out of the office, a little hop found its way into your step echoing in the clinks of the darling heels you wore.

It’s been a couple months since you met the infamous Kylo Ren. You didn’t know who he was when you two met that fateful evening but after spending not just the night together but the following week with him, you knew he was somebody you wanted to continue keeping in your life.

In summary, the relationship the two of you cultivated was almost like two stars colliding in the galaxy and choosing to fly together. The choice to stay around each other, watching him with his explosive temper and him watching you in your cool rage, that choice made whatever you had with Kylo Ren feel powerful and unwavering.

After your time in New York with what you initially thought would be a fling, he visited you in California once before. After your second trip to New York, it was then that you knew in your heart that you were in it for the long haul.

It was nice, you thought as you drove down the busy Los Angeles freeways. You have an incredibly sexy date tonight and he is probably the sexiest man in the world.

You were eager to return home, hoping to see the man who invaded your thoughts soon. His plane was expected to land after it got dark and the two of you had planned a simple wine and dine on the balcony of your apartment. A nice cozy evening with one of the warmest souls you’ve ever met.

The apartment building you lived in was one of those that was lingering from old Hollywood, the art deco structure was an iconic look which made you love it from your first visit. It also helped the security on the building was top notch, something you’ve come to appreciate being a woman living by yourself.

“Honey, I’m home,” you said to no one as you entered your home, leaving your keys in a small bowl by the front door. As you removed your shoes by the doorway, you noticed there was a dark grey silk scarf on the coat rack, an item of clothing that was certainly not yours.

You ran your fingers over it, feeling its softness. After a moment you caught a whiff of the cologne that lightly came off it- it was distinctly Kylo. Your heart went into a flutter as your hands reached the bottom of the scarf where there was a black monogram KR embroidered on the rich material. That smile you had been forcing down finally spread wide across your face as you called his name loudly.

“Over here, little one,” his deep voice rang from outside your balcony. You took off your coat, throwing it off to some chair at your dining bar area. 

Kylo stood on the balcony, waiting for you leaning against the glass railing. He looked incredibly handsome standing there, the sun illuminated each and every single one of his beauty marks that you’d come to love tracing over with sweet kisses during moments of reprieve. His shirt was a tad bit ruffled, adding to his charm. Clearly a man who worked as fast as he could just to fly to your neck of the woods just as fast. 

You could hardly catch your breath as you took the few remaining steps that kept you from your lover, a truly decadent sweet. As your arms found themselves around his neck, his lips met yours in a sweet, chaste kiss. Nothing could be spoken that could mirror the joy in your heart, only the smile you felt sprawled on your face.

“Hey, handsome,” you spoke as you gazed up at Kylo.

He looked at you, letting his hands snake down to your hips, “Hey.”

The two of you kissed one more time before he grabbed one of your hands that was wrapped around his neck, he gave another kiss to the back of your hand. “A true gentleman,” you poked.

He let out a groan, “Quiet you, just sit in the damn chair, there’s something we need to talk about.” By the looks of his facial expression, you knew it was serious but nothing of concern, something that eased your mind for the time being. He led you by your hand, not once letting go and sat you down in one of the two chairs sitting on the balcony. You noticed that Kylo took the liberty of setting out your dinner plates for two on the table alongside fresh flowers, a colorful arrangement of carnations, daisies, baby’s breath, and roses. The mixture of reds and whites filled your heart with adoration for the gruff man in front of you.

Kylo always carried an air of aggression and being rough around the edges, something you’d easily recognize as his signature. It didn’t matter in the end, only that you’d know you’d never be subjected to the end of his red hot blade.

“So,” you edged him on, “Is it Bazine?” He shook his head. “Your mother,” you felt yourself grow cold. He shook his head again, saying nothing. Instead of words he sat down opposite of you and reached into his jacket pocket that hung around the back of his chair and grabbed something, a small box.

He passed it to you, a black box wrapped in a fine white silk ribbon. It was small, fit perfectly in the palm of your hand as you picked it up. “What’s this, Kylo? I’m sure I’ve told you time and time again not to get me gifts,” you laughed.

He looked away, resting back in his seat. “Just open the damned box already, brat.” You laughed again, knowing his little tantrum was a jest. Something you’ve grown to love about him.

The ribbon fell away easily, as if wanting nothing more than you to hurry and open the box too, you took a moment and glanced back to Kylo. His eyes grew dark as he covered his mouth with one of his hands, his eyebrows just as furrowed in hesitation. You could tell he was a bit anxious.

With a click, the little black box was open. Inside was a silver cuff bracelet. Simple, modest, and everything you could ever admire in a jewelry piece. “Oh, Kylo, I love it!”

“Keep looking at it,” his voice low.

A quick glance back down to your hands as you turned the cuff over and there it was, an inner engraving with a simple, “Just because I love you”. A phrase that instantly triggered tears of happiness well in your eyes. 

“You love me?”

He looked at you, astonished you could say such a thing and leaned forward, “Of course, why wouldn’t I? You’re incredible in a room, you command attention, your very essence demands respect.”

You looked back down at the cuff, admiring the words shine in the sunlight, “You sure know how to charm a lady,” you teased in a deadpan voice.

Kylo leaned back in his seat, noting the hints of playful sarcasm you emanated and let out a scoff, “You’re ruthless, little one. I just told you that I love you and your first instinct is to bust my balls.” You chuckled but continued to admire your gift. He whispered your name, calling you to look in his eyes. 

“You owe me nothing, and yet here we are. You waltzed into my life and after knowing the mess I’m in with Baz you stayed in my life, she’ll never forgive either of us for as long as she lives. Not to mention my own mother. You are a strong woman and you’ve seen the absolute terror I can be and yet here you are,” he paused, running his fingers through his hair.

“There is not a damn thing in this world that I wouldn’t change or do any differently if that meant I wouldn’t have met you in that restaurant. Fuck, go on a vacation, a long one, after I sign divorce papers, we could buy a whole new apartment in New York, one that Bazine will never step foot in and that could, I don’t fucking know, be an actual home for you and I. You’ve not a single clue just how much life and love you bring with you, and just how being around you makes me feel, I just-,” he pauses again, realizing he’s ranting, “I didn’t mean to go off on some big speech but what I wanted to say was that I love you, if you’d be willing to be in this fucked up version of a relationship with me for the foreseeable future and hopefully thereafter too, then maybe we can do that whole ‘let’s spend the rest of our lives together’ bullshit I’m always hearing about.”

This was the first time you’d ever heard Kylo Ren lay bare more than he ever had, admitting his own brash reactions, a mild hint at his own insecurities, and for the briefest of moments you were breathless.

Instead of choosing words, you hastily put the cuff on and stood from your chair taking two small steps to reach his noting how anxious he looked between your eyes and the newest addition to your jewelry set. You sat on his lap, taking a moment to caress his sharp jawline, “That was a lot of words to say I love you and you want to call me your girlfriend.”

He closed his eyes and threw his head back groaning, “Why are you like this!” 

You gave him a flourish of kisses all over his face, finally letting those tears from earlier fall, “Just because I love you too.”

[nep-moved]

I am here once again, my cute little lamb~! Did you miss me? Did you? Be honest, now; I can see through your adorable facade. Oh, I missed you so very dearly! I know it's only been a little while... but still! You're simply irresistible, so very alluring... I love you, my Nep! And if you have no objections, I'd most certainly love to prove as such with a kiss, hmm? -💛

AH... hewwo my beloved count 👉👈💕 i will admit it i did miss u... v v much 💞 so gettin this made me v happy ;w; ily !! enjoy this one time i'm 100% honest abt my feelins fjdjk bc future nep is gonna hate me fr typin this. right now u are talkin to Sleepy Nep whomst doesn't hav the energy to be a tsundere. nd continuin 2 be honest...

i would lov some smooches