#I was glued to my silly little laptop

[bardy-boy]

I’m very normal about this episode *loses my mind*

[sansundertale14x1]

why NauseAxe_404 loves your writing so much…

based on this silly tweet, I’m gonna use ‘Nick’ for this- for ease of writing (and for my poor poor hands.)

no pronouns but ‘you’- little post cuz I haven’t written in a while.- use of the in-game website: "Dumblr", no it's not a typo;-; Proshippers DNI

word count: 878

content warning: brief explanations of canon violence, creepy stalker-ish behavior (NOTHING SEXUAL ATTACHED), Nick being a weirdo honestly.

vvv that isn't my art, and this entire writing is a fanfic for a game " Monster x Mediator" made by HeadLocker! I really recommend playing the game or watching the gameplay, cuz it's really fantastic!

Story under cut :3

Nick’s in love with your writing…(if you already couldn’t tell), but it’s difficult for you to understand why.

Usually, when you'd open up your laptop, it was after a tough shift at your crap job and you just wanted to do something to fill in the time after dinner and before bed. It was always on the shorter side, 100 words each, and was normally just a quick and crappy self-insert fic to satisfy your creative urges from doing a boring-ass job all day. You never really thought your tiny one-shots would attract any attention, but the man you've been staying with proves otherwise.

"NauseAxe_404" is what he called himself, but you've just been calling him 'Nick' for now. He had been reading your old Dumblr blog for who knows how long, and he's taken a major interest in your little shitposts...So much, so that he had taken the time to print out every single one of your posts and personal information pinned to his room's walls. It's extremely creepy...but also sort of charming?

For the last few days or so, you've been held in Nick's hotel room, practically glued to a desk with a typewriter...slowly making your way through a 100-paged fic that he specifically requested of you. Though you technically could stand up and leave...you'd really prefer for your skull to stay in one piece...and not have a bullet put through your temple.

Nick has been staring at you almost the entire time...which only certified in your mind that he is not human. Every time you turn to see if he's still there...like an unmoving fortress, he always is. It's been a solid 8+ hours of you sitting there and writing...and your stomach starts to emit loud sounds of hunger. You pray he didn't hear that, and continue to type away at the dated machine. However, to your dismay, his deep voice chimes in.

"...What page are you on...?"

Nick asks, seemingly trying to speak quietly for you, but his naturally booming voice isn't giving you any favors.

"...uhm..."

You take a moment to review what you have done...it doesn't look like much but it feels like it took AGES to write out...

"About...10? It's not a-"

"That's wonderful, Superstar!"

He cuts you off just as you begin to speak.

Of course, he's going to be ecstatic. You can't fathom why he seems to be so hopelessly in love with whatever you slap on the paper. You're curious..so you begin to speak.

"...uhm...Nick...why do you..take interest in my writing?"

You softly speak, trying to be careful with your words...you can't afford to overstimulate this man.

For a chatty guy...Nick was oddly silent at the ask of this question…or at least for a few seconds.

“I was trying to find a way to ease the boredom and loneliness of this fucking hotel, so…huff…I joined Dumblr and started to search for writing…that was…huff….purposeful…and that could fix me..”

No way in hell your crackfics could change this man...He must've come out of the womb like that. (or...however the hell he was made..)

"...I came across your first post years ago..huff...and fell in love with the way you wrote your love interest....huff...I knew you were talking about me when I wrote all those comments~"

You never looked at comments due to embarrassment...and you honestly didn't think anyone would even care to comment in the first place.

"....you weren't responding to me...huff...so I might've found everything about you in the meantime...huff...just so I could notice you in a crowd...I always will~"

Okay, now it's getting creepy. You hope that by just turning back around and continuing to write maybe he'd shut up...You guess it's sorta your fault for striking up a conversation with the creep.

"All the other writers don't know shit about writing...huff...1k word counts...huff...long and complicated stories that don't make any fucking sense..."

There goes the rambles. You stop typing for a moment to process what the hell he just said. He either is really balls-deep into this fantasy of you being a perfect human...or he's just trying to fluff you up so you'll continue writing for him. He's really delusional, that's it. It's seriously hard to believe your crap was life-changing for Nick.

“Simplicity is the most important part…huff…not describing some stupid walk sequence for 3 sentences…huff…it’s a waste of space..”

"....maybe you just like simpler writing...?"

You softly reply, yet again praying that you didn't accidentally strike a chord with this guy. He stares you down, and even if you aren't looking back at him, you can still feel the burning of his eyes on the back of your head.

"That's possible."

Oh, it's highly probable. He gets so emotional over the tiniest bit of anything, so...He just doesn't need too many words to evoke a reaction...It checks out because you also like to write a straight-to-the-point sorta piece.

"but don't let your mind wander for...huff...too long...my superstar...you've got at least 90+ pages to go~"

Shit, he was right...time to get back to work.

[vampiriirot]

dear diary (k.ys)

!! pairing: yeosang!nonidol au x fem!reader !! genre: angst !! summary: an arranged marriage that was steering in the right direction, except neither of you realized how much you loved each other. especially yeosang..except he found out too late. !! word count: 1.5k !! playlist: hug me cover by yeosang, j's lullaby by delaney bailey &, present by lloyd vaan

notes: i will write fluff and crack soon i swear!! but oh gosh i sobbed the whole time writing this esp while listening to yeo's hug me cover OML.. but uh here yall go i suppose (this isn't proofread yet jjsjs-) alsooo credits to @fairytopea for this beautiful divider <3

“I found this..when cleaning your room sir” the maid’s voice was distant, muddled as if he were underwater and she watched from the shore. “Leave it on my desk” the words were robotic, Yeosang’s eyes glued to the screen in front of him. Fingers clicking noisily at the keyboard, the laptop’s brightness burning holes into his lenses. Light no longer peeked in through the blinds of his home’s office, the darkness similar to the shadows casted beneath his weary eyes. Hours on end, without halt, were spent before the computer. He stopped going into the office, requesting to work from home. Sometimes spending days and nights, typing away, proofreading files that had been checked over thrice already.

He didn’t have much to look forward to these days.

Nonetheless, once the maid had wandered off, his eyes strayed towards the item she’d brought..a peculiar book. Worn out with time, but familiar regardless. Flashes of the book on the nightstand, sometimes on the porch swing, and then hidden at any other given moment. It was a silly cover, mimicking the book from the infamous anime ‘Death Note’. His heart shrank at the sight, soft laughs taunting his mind as his eyes stared down the inanimate object. He couldn’t focus on the repetitive work on his laptop any longer, so he heaved himself off the chair.

“Take a shower, you reek” a harmonious fit of giggles left her lips, and Yeosang rolled his eyes at the antics. 

Snatching the book off his desk, he trudged through the dim hallways of his home. It resembled a ghosttown at the moment, he was the sole inhabitant currently. The maid, long gone to her gold haven with family. His bedroom was swallowed in darkness, like storm clouds resided over the bed. He didn’t bother changing, only falling backwards into the plush, icy mattress. Chills settled permanently over the house, the atmosphere was constantly cold and lifeless.

He gripped at the notebook, lifting himself upwards so he was seated on the bed. Eyes lingering on the stickers pressed all over the gloomy black cover, little smiley faces staring back at him. It was a sight of normalcy he craved, the eccentric chaos he missed. Her beautifully peculiar nature. After a lifetime, his finger peeled open the cover, to reveal neat handwriting scrawled into the first page. It was dated for May 3rd, one year prior.

“Dear diary…No that sounds weird. Dear journal? I don’t know what to call this, I’ll figure it out. But today marks my first week of being married (even though it was arranged)! You think a girl would be swooning, especially since he’s such a hunk. But..I kinda think he hates me. Unfortunately because he’s so handsome, I guess it’s my mission to get him to fall in love with me. It will take loads of work, since he’s so quiet but I’m determined! My first tactic will be cooking him his favorite meal..and I will update once it’s done!”

“Update, I nearly burnt the kitchen down. Thank god the maid was there and it wasn’t too bad but oh god he looked so angry..He didn’t even come into the room after..disheartening but I hope some takeout will make it up to him..”

A small smile tugged at his lips, the words ushering him into their first week of marriage. He remembered it all too well, coming home to her shrieking and the maid helping her put out the small fire. He was indeed infuriated, so much so he had spent the rest of the night in his office. At an ungodly hour of the night, he heard knocking at the wooden door. She peeked her head in, holding out a tray like a peace offering.

“M’sorry for the whole..accident. I got some takeout though!” he couldn’t forget the way his heart swelled at her gesture, when she placed the tray and rushed out of the office in a flustered hurry. The plastic container was neatly arranged with utensils and a crisp bottle of water. A note attached the napkin, and it provoked a snicker from him.

‘Sleep soon or else you’ll be cranky in the morning.’

Lost in the memories, he needed more, flipping frantically onto another page. This entry was dated to December 24th of last year, Christmas eve? 

“Dear diary (it’s so cringe but anyways). It’s already Christmas, wow time flies when you’re so busy. Things are the same I suppose, but I bought him a gift! It’s a really stupid gift but I thought it suited him really well. He’s like a doberman, Yeosang the doberman. It has a great ring to it, so I got him this doberman plushy. It’s big and super cute, and I wrote this card with it…I hope he’ll like it. He seemed extra stressed this week and I didn’t want to make it all worse. What’s stupid is that, no matter how distant he seems, I find myself falling for him even more. Beneath all his stoicness, he’s a sweetheart (or that’s what I keep telling myself). Anyways, I’m writing this like two minutes before midnight so merry christmas to my journal.. Thanks for listening to me ramble!”

Her innocence, and childishness, was so sugary sweet. A delicacy he pushed away constantly, for no reason besides the fact that their relationship was an arrangement. The smile that stretched over his lips upon opening the gift, and reading over the note when she was asleep. He didn’t realize it, but he was beyond obsessed, infatuated with this angel he’d been blessed with. In her sleep, he pressed one tender kiss to her forehead, and watched over her gentle form with sheer adoration. It was the best Christmas a man like him could’ve ever asked for.

May 2nd of this year…it was the page he flipped onto without mind. Her final entry, the morning before everything was meant to crumble. 

“Dear diary, today I’ve got an appointment with my doctor for a checkup. Yeosang’s busy in a meeting so he can’t drop me off, but he’s sent the driver to pick me up. Tomorrow’s our one year anniversary, and I’ve got a whole surprise planned. First: We’ll have dinner at the beachside restaurant and then we’ll go on a walk across the sand till sunset. Once the sun starts setting, I’ll tell him..how much he means to me. I don’t think he realizes it and I don’t know if he feels the same way, but in the year that we’ve been married, I felt my life take a 180. He’s one of the only people who deals with my antics without complaint, even though he seems annoyed..he’s still silent about it. Gosh I sound so lovesick…but he makes me feel complete. I love him so much, I know this was just an arranged marriage and yet..I can’t help but love everything about him. His pretty smile that is reserved for my silliest jokes, the birthmarks on the side of his face that I just can’t help but reach out and pet sometimes… I hope he loves me even if it’s just a little bit, I’ll be over the damn moon! The driver’s here now, I’ll update you later :)”

His fingers dragged along the penmanship, a tear staining the page. He couldn’t ruin this too, this didn’t deserve to be tainted. Streams of painful tears stained his cheeks and continued to flow, a choked out sob crawling out of his throat. Heart constricted and aching, he hugged the notebook and bawled. Nobody would come to comfort him in this loneliness, the sunshine long gone and he couldn’t even say a proper goodbye. He couldn’t tell her how much he loved her gorgeous smile that would brighten his world. Her sense of humor that would beat any comedian in her path. Everything about her made it all worthwhile.

“Yeosang?” her voice croaked, Yeosang’s hands holding onto hers for dear life. On the hospital bed, bleeding and bruised, the doctors at the bedside ready like grim reapers. “I’m here angel” a single tear trickled down her battered face, and he rushed to wipe it away. “It’s the first time you called me that” she wept, and pulled his hand close to her lips. She pressed a gentle kiss to the top of his hand, and all the strength he was mustering came so close to crashing down. He had to be strong for her, he wouldn’t want her final memories of him to be a sobbing mess.

“I love you Yeosang” the final part of his name came out in an exhausted sigh. Her hold on his hand fell limp, and the machines laughed at him with their flatlining noise. He cried out, shaking her as nurses shoved him out of the room. Their attempts were feeble, all the doctor did was place his hand on Yeosang’s shoulder. As if it could soothe him, yet nothing would. Nothing in the world would soothe him anymore, the sun was gone, the candle’s flames all burnt out.

“I love you too” he whispered into the mocking silence, with hopes that she was watching over him now. In his broken state, crumpled on the bed, with her book tight in his arms.

[muav99]

Shower sex drabble-

Unedited~

Boyfriend hyunjin x reader, PinV, rough shower sex, choking kink, degrading kink

You wait in bed late at night waiting for Hyunjin to make it back from practice.

Its been a long day for both of you

You sit slumped over staring at your bright computer screen, you notice its 12:45am. well….he’s later then usual.

You close out your college homework tab exhausted. Deciding to destress you click on Youtube

First recommended to you is Hyunjin’s play with fire video.

Well that’s just convenient isn’t it…

You click on the video eager to watch, this one never gets old.

The way he moves, the way he rocks and sways

You feel your cheeks burning and butterflies in your stomach. He really knows how to affect you. And he’s not even there.

The video has you in a trance, your eyes glued to the screen, your thighs pressed together now a little too eager for him to return home.

You reach slowly under your pillow for your vibrator and…..

“Hello my love” his signature smile greeting you at the door

He opens it fully and places his bags down, clearly exhausted

You slowly retreat your hand and close your laptop in a hurry

He collapses into the bed next to you

Now look up at you he sighs in relief

“Long day?” You ask

“Long day” he replies

“Im sorry baby” you stroke his arms and trace circles on his exposed skin

He closes his eyes content

“What were you watching?” He asks still eyes closed

You gulp a little nervous now. But you shouldn’t be. Right?

“Just you my love” you answer sweetly

“Oh i see, so you missed me?”

“More then you know” you reply, and he cocks his eyebrow and makes that silly face you love

“What?” You laugh

“Nothin” he says quietly

“Im going to take a shower, care to join?”

“Sure baby” cause why would you ever decline?

“You wanna make sure he relaxes tho. Don’t get any ideas y/n.” You mumble to yourself

“What?” He turns his head sitting up now

“Nothin”

He giggles and grabs your hand

“Come on”

The shower feels so nice on your skin, warm, inviting. Its just what you needed.

Starting to relax you breathe in and out taking in the moment

Hyunjin’s wetting his hair

What a sight to see. Gosh he’s so sexy. But nows not the time for that

He moves closer to you and grips your hips, his hands roaming your body

Maybe it is then…

“Hyun” you start

He shushes you and puts his finger on your lips and drags your lip down teasingly

Oh…..

Your cheeks get red and you begin to squirm a bit, flustered

“Its okay honey relax” he whispers into your ear

He grips your breasts massaging them in circles

You moan out lightly

“I wanna hear you” he says

He pulls your body against him completely and you feel his hard on

He grinds against you slowly, kissing down your neck making bites and sucking, leaving marks

“Please, can i just put it in baby” he whines against your skin grinding harder

“You wont have to do anything i’ll make you feel good”

You whimper and he reaches his hand down teasingly and starts to touch you

You sigh

“Yes hyunjin”

“That easy?” He chuckles

He lines himself up with you and slowly glides in

You both grip each other in pleasure

He unexpectedly pushes you against the wall

“Hyun wha….oh my god” You moan

He thrusts hard into you, your body pressed against the shower wall

Slapping noises, hot water and steam fill the room

He grips your hips for control and grinds into you speeding up

You’re both moaning and screaming

“You’re doing so gooood” he says into your ear

“Hyu…..hyun……hyunjinnn” you moan being rocked into the wall faster

He grips your neck and starts to lightly choke you

You’re seeing stars

His other hand reaches for your clit and begins rubbing circles into you

The pace speeds up if possible, he’s so rough

It almost hurts being shoved back and forth into the wall but you dont care

“Ohohhhhhh baby” he moans

You both are moving your hips desperately awaiting your high

“You little slut grinding into me”

“You like when I fuck you like this”

“You little whore watching me…..my whore”

The profanities that come out his mouth baffle you. But you wont lie it turns you on more

Screaming, you grab his hand touching your clit and desperately quicken the pace

You both grip each other tight reaching your high

“Cum for me” he whispers into your neck biting down on you lightly

“Oh hyun…..jin”

“More, more” he whines

The sex is feral at this point

“Cum for me”

“Yes”

You both cum and he takes his hand off your neck turning you around

He kisses your nose, your cheek, your forehead and brings you in close resting his forehead on yours

“I love you”

“I love you too” you reply

So sorry this took so long but I hope you enjoyed! 🫶

[kiddbegins]

I Can’t Lose You. - Brian ‘Otis’ Zvonecek

Requested: yes

Word count: 810

Warnings: arguing but it ends happy so 🤸🏻✨

A/n: I couldn’t get the linking a gif to work but this is @winchesterszvonecek ‘s gif from this post.. actually i got it (thank you laptop) but bff this is still for you

Masterlist

“I can’t lose you.”

You and Otis didn’t fight a lot. In fact it was super rare and usually not even a fight. Just an argument . The difference being the arguments were always silly. What flavor skittle was the best (the green one.), your favorite Star Wars movie (Revenge of the Sith), which kind of soda was superior (Dr. Pepper.)

But this was a fight. Like actual yelling, crying and all. Your obliviousness was your achilles heel. You weren’t used to, well, people most of the time. Growing up you didn’t have many friends, you didn’t go out places most of college.

The only examples of the social life had been since you started seeing Brian a couple years ago and he basically swallowed you into his friend group who were truthfully always together.

Not that you complained because you loved them but still, everything was new to you. How were you supposed to know the guy that came up to you at the bar was flirting? “Bri, you know I don’t pick up on stuff like that!”

He wanted to believe you, but his own insecurities in himself more than anything picked at his rational, shoving it out the door. “You picked up on it when I was the one doing the flirting. When I was the one passing you drinks ‘on the house’ which you knew meant I was buying for you.”

“Yeah because I liked you! I wanted you to be flirting with me. I didn’t pick up on it, I just gave you my own googly eyes back.” You ran a hand down your face. “Look I’m not arguing with you over this, Brian. Either you believe me or you don’t. Pick.”

Your eyes darted over his, the anger and honestly, the fear, fighting against one another inside of you. You weren’t a liar. And you wanted to yell that at him. Force him to believe you. Because you hated this. All of this. But the other part of you was worried if you pushed him too much he just wouldn’t forgive you at all.

Otis wasn’t like that but truthfully this was also your first real fight. How did you actually know what he was like in them if you never got into one before? “Please believe me.” You couldn’t bear it in yourself to keep up the shield of anger. Not when the one thing you hated most was not being believed.

Instead, your previous emotion was fully replaced with fear. Undoubtful fear. “Please believe me because I can not lose you.” By now there were tears actively sliding down your face. You loved him. God did you love him. Every little molecule that made him had you swooning, always.

He had your attention the second you ran into one another at a cafe, literally. Your coffee down the front of his work shirt and everything. One of the most stereotypical meetcutes you could ever have but with how sweet he was when it happened? How could you not agree to hang out more?

Were you meant to turn him down? “You swear you didn’t notice?” Otis asked, his voice softer than before, the anger seeping out when he saw how your face twisted with sadness. You were his soft spot just as much as he was yours.

“I swear, Bri. I love you. Nobody else could even get me to pull my eyes away from you.” Hesitantly you stepped closer to him, grabbing his hands in yours. “You’re the love of my life, okay? If that guy was flirting, I didn’t realize because I didn’t care enough to. I care about you. Only ever you.”

Your words admittedly brought tears to the man’s eyes, nobody had ever been as sweet and caring as you were with him. Most of the time he was the second, even third choice. Half of him expected you to drop your attention from him to one of the ‘more attractive’ first responders the first night he brought you to Molly’s.

But you didn’t. Your body was glued to the edge of the bar, talking to him for the entire night. You were his before he even knew it. “Alright,” He let out a sigh, pulling you into a big bear hug. “I’m sorry. I really am. I just couldn’t bear the thought of losing you to some guy.”

“You won’t lose me. Ever. I’m here for the long run.” You took a pause, “And I’m hoping that you’ll figure that out soon enough and get moving.” Otis pulled away with a look of confusion on his face.

With a soft laugh you lifted your left hand, wiggling the fingers on it. “By the end of the year I’m really hoping this finger won’t be bare anymore.” You teased, leaning up to kiss his cheek, just happy that that crisis was easily averted.

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[taurusdaylight]

seven days to say i love you

summary. you and jeno can't get enough of spending time together even when you are practically glued to each other's side at any given opportunity. but spending seven days a week for eternity with your favourite person doesn't sound like a bad idea, right?

pairing. college boyfriend! jeno x fem! reader

genre. hockey player! au, college! au, established relationship! au, friends to lovers! au, fluff

word count. 5,108

warnings/tags. none, this is 423% fluff <3 (but please let me know if i did miss out anything!)

a/n. (repost because there was an error... 😔) but hi!! i'm so sorry for the inactivity, i was so busy and couldn't put out my fics like i wanted to. but i'm back with a small something (my first non-jaehyun fic,,) i wrote this a while back and changed like 3/4 of it, and i hope it'll be a fun read!! i also came back to 2.8k notes on jaehyun bolton fic (is that what we're calling it now? yes.) i don’t reply to every comment/reblog/tag because by the time i see them it’s already so late, but i promise i read through and appreciate every single one of them,, thank you a million times!!!!!! i am working on more stuff now that i'm a little more free... so, as jaehyun likes to say, to be continued... :) hope everyone is well!

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01 MONDAY.

The beginning of the week never failed to come to you in a dreadful manner, as if to make sure that you felt the full force of what most people like to call the Monday blues. Whoever was in charge of making sure that you would experience it, they certainly did not miss you out today as well.

Not that you enjoyed seeing other people suffer, but if there’s one thing that you’re grateful for, it’s the knowledge that you’re probably not the only one who feels this way. Though, the blaring sound of your alarm ringing at seven in the morning is too eerily similar to having someone have a personal vendetta against you, serving as a very unfriendly reminder that it is also the start of the school week. Perhaps, your disdain for Mondays could be attributed to this… but there’s always an exception, right?

Despite your reluctance to attend your morning lecture, you were somehow seated in the lecture theatre by nine, giving you more than enough time to lay out your laptop and the reading materials that you needed for the lesson before it started. 

Your boyfriend, on the other hand, is quite the opposite. Often only going to sleep when the sun is about to rise, Lee Jeno has an unhealthy habit of pulling all-nighters, which causes him to miss his alarm because he’d be so deep in his sleep that he would only be able to hear it after the seventh alarm has gone off, which by then, was most likely the time that he needed to leave his house if he wanted to reach on time. The worst part of this is that he was up all night for the sole reason of wanting to break his record in his mobile games; and he plays so many that even you find it difficult to keep up too. Even when you nagged at him and said that you would complain to his mum, Jeno often dismissed your words as empty threats, still not breaking his bad habit. Reading his text message to you about how he was going to be late again, you could only let out a helpless sigh as you left his message on read.

Jeno announces his appearance by quietly opening the backdoor of the lecture theatre thirty minutes later. He makes his way over to his seat next to you, genuinely appreciating how even though sitting in front is better for your eyesight, you still opted to sit around the last few rows so that it’s easier for him to join the lecture when he comes in late without causing a loud disruption to your peers. 

“Good morning, pretty,” Jeno bends down to whisper in your ear. Removing his crossbody bag, he leaves it in the empty space between you two. Once he settles down, Jeno slides a Venti-sized Hazelnut Latte from Starbucks over to your side of the desk. The rest of the lecture goes by quickly with you and Jeno making silly commentaries about anything and everything.

“Why did you still get me coffee?” you ask Jeno after the lecture had ended, a deep frown etched on your face. “You were already running late, Jeno. You really didn’t have to.” Being late was one thing, and making an additional stop at the café is another, especially because you knew that it was definitely not on the way. 

“Just because,” Jeno replies with a loving smile. The kind of smile where his eyes would curve into beautiful crescents, his pupils almost disappearing because of how wide he is smiling at you. The kind of smile that you’d never get tired of seeing, so much so that you wordlessly lean in to give him a quick peck on the lips to say thank you. 

Perhaps you like Mondays. Mondays with Jeno where you learnt that words left unspoken speak much more volume in expressing one’s heart.

02 TUESDAY.

It’s Tuesday, which means that you and Jeno have some spare time to meet up and study at the café near campus before his hockey practice starts. Study dates with Jeno are admittedly not as productive as you expect them to be, mainly because you often distract each other from getting any actual work done. Because of this, the both of you become public nuisances of some sort, so you had no choice but to study at a café instead of the quiet library. Imagine getting kicked out of the library… that would be an embarrassing sight.

“Jeno, how do you work out the answer to question five? I wasn’t paying attention when Prof taught this...” You look over at Jeno with a sheepish smile, earning a chuckle from him. He isn’t even surprised by your question, guessing that you probably spaced out or dozed off during the lesson.

Without saying a word, Jeno tucks a pencil behind his ear and grabs a piece of rough paper before getting up and shifting to the empty seat next to you, leaving you confused. As if he could read your mind, Jeno speaks again before you could question him. “So that it’ll be easier to explain it to you," he mumbles.

Ironically, the close proximity between the two of you only makes it harder for you to focus, but easier for you to admire his handsome features. Puckered lips, furrowed eyebrows and his gold rimmed glasses slipping down slightly to rest on his nose bridge–Jeno couldn’t look any cuter in this moment as you watch him diligently scribble on the piece of paper. He is seemingly deep in thought about how he should explain this concept to you. Watching how focused Jeno was, you took the chance to lean in, giving him a peck on the cheek before retreating back quickly, chin resting on your palm as your gaze lingers on him, slyly pretending that nothing happened.

“You broke my train of thought!” he grunted. Jeno puts his pencil down and turns to you with an annoyed expression on his face, but swiftly looks back down on the scribbled paper upon making eye contact with you. 

It only dawns on him now that you were staring at him the entire time.

“Don’t do that, you’re distracting me.” His voice is quiet, eyes basically glued to that piece of paper. 

“Sorry, I can’t help it. You’re so handsome and cute.” You pause, seeing a bashful smile appear on his face. “Did you know that a guy is the most attractive when he’s focused?”

“Do you still want my help or not?” Jeno asks with a grimace in his voice.

“Yes, yes, I do. I’m sorry,” you apologise with a small smile. It was difficult to resist the urge of calling him cute again, but you decide not to tease him any further for the sake of his sanity.

“Good. Now pay attention, I need to leave for training soon and if you still don’t get it by then... that’s on you.”

Jeno lied. Even after long hours of training, he still went on FaceTime that night to thoroughly explain the concepts that you were unfamiliar with, not minding that he was practically fighting for his life trying not to fall asleep on you. 

That Tuesday night, you went to sleep with the widest grin on your face. Heart carrying so much love for your boyfriend who coincidentally asked you out for the first time ever on a Tuesday too.

03 WEDNESDAY.

Wednesday's child is full of woe. If there was a sentence that could explain how you feel about this particular day, this would be it. Mid-week crisis should be an actual thing if it wasn’t already one. Not only did Wednesday feel like the longest day of the week, you’d also feel extremely restless, wishing nothing more than for the weekends to come quickly.

Back-to-back seminars for six hours with only a short forty-five minute break in between had to be the most unappealing thing known to mankind, and you’d most certainly file a complaint if it was possible. Then again, this is perhaps part of the university experience. 

However, this still isn’t the most devastating part. What truly makes this a tragedy for you is that Jeno isn't there to accompany you through it all due to conflicting timetables. He also had training again, this time outside of school, which meant that he’d only be free after that.

You’re so used to being around Jeno all the time that you can’t seem to spend even the littlest amount of time away from him even though you pretty much see him almost every day of the week. Talk about being clingy.

The feeling’s mutual for Jeno though. Just like you, he seems to hate the idea of not being by your side too, evident from the numerous messages he sends throughout the day despite knowing that your replies would take longer than usual to come in.

You’re not complaining. Because in one way or another, you feel like that’s his way of being by your side, albeit not physically. It is his text messages of checking up on you and ensuring that you didn’t skip your meals that make this unbearable day a little more bearable. Most of all, you look forward to being on FaceTime with him at night, having him all to yourself after such a long day.

Jeno usually ends training at seven-thirty in the evening, but sometimes it could overrun till eight. Thereafter, he still has to travel home for an hour or so, get dinner and wash up. He hides this from you, but very often he attempts to rush home because he doesn’t want you to stay up too late waiting for him, and because he wants to talk after an entire day of not seeing you.

Jeno makes sure to call before eleven, always starting the conversation by telling you how much he misses you, as if he didn’t already tell you that through text. He goes on to ramble about his day, how he saw the time match the digits of your birthdate and it made him think of you, not forgetting to also ask you how did your day go. Not long after, you’d notice his breaths becoming louder, his speech slightly slurred, and that’s when you know that he’s going to fall asleep soon. Even so, you don’t say anything, simply watching him slowly fall into a deep slumber.

“Good night Jeno,” you whisper softly, careful not to wake him up and taking one last look at how peaceful he looks before ending the call.

04 THURSDAY.

Due to how busy the both of you were, you are grateful for the small gap that Jeno has between classes and practices, just so that you’d still be able to see his face. Once it's about time for him to leave, you get ready to say goodbye to Jeno with a warm hug , when he suddenly stops you by placing his hand over yours.

“Do you want to watch me train?” he asks. “You can say no. But I just thought we could get dinner after so we can spend a little more time together,” Jeno adds, his thumb rubbing small circles against your knuckle. An air of expectancy fills the small booth that the both of you occupy in the reading room as he awaits your answer. 

“I’d love to, Jen.” Flipping his hand over so that you could intertwine your fingers together, you jokingly rush Jeno to pack up his things, telling him how excited you are to finally sit in and watch him train for the first time ever. You’ve only ever heard funny anecdotes of his teammates from him every once in a while, and you’re beyond elated to finally meet the people who bring so much joy into his life.

On the way to the hockey rink, you ask Jeno more about the sport and various positions. You weren’t a sports person but thought that it’d be a good time to know more about it, especially because of Jeno’s immense passion towards hockey.

“So what position do you play?” you glance over at him with curious eyes.

“Centre,” he says, a sense of pride in his voice. Before you could ask him what that position entails, Jeno beats you to it with a rather cheeky explanation. “You just need to know that it’s called centre because I’m supposed to be the centre of your attention.”

True to his words, Jeno remains as the centre of your attention for the entire duration. You’d never admit this to him, but he becomes even more charming than he already is when he’s on the rink. Especially during the friendly match that his team had with a neighbouring school towards the end of practice, his entire demeanour changed so much that you’d think that you were watching an entirely different person.

The way Jeno plays is extremely captivating to watch. You’re not sure how he does it, but you can see him mentally strategizing his next move as the clock ticks. Even down to the last minute of the match, Jeno had not let his guard down, the fire in his eyes so prominent that anyone could see that he was determined to end this with a bang. 

Skating across the rink, Jeno moves at the speed of light, making it hard for his opponents to catch him. He is the ace of the team after all, so it wouldn’t be that easy to mess with him. His eyes follow the puck, set on scoring yet another goal despite their favourable lead. The opponents are in full defence mode too, though it wouldn’t make much of a difference since there's too short of a duration left for them to catch up. Speedily, Jeno intercepts the puck from the opposing team, skating away at high speed, still vigilantly guarding the puck with his stick. With the help of his teammates who effectively block the opponent from getting to Jeno, he manages to catch both your eyes and heart in that moment, making you hold your breath in anticipation as he skilfully shoots the puck into the goal at the very last second.

In the matter of a few minutes, Jeno returns to his usual self, smiling widely and cheering loudly with his teammates to celebrate their victory. And of course, he turns to look at you, giving you a smile that holds some semblance of shyness. It’s fascinating to watch how different he is on and off the rink, but it also reminds you how in love you are with the many sides of him; those you have seen and those that you have yet to uncover.

As promised, Jeno takes you to the burger joint down the alley near your university afterwards. During dinner, he still reenacts the funny incidents that happened during training even though you were present when they occurred. Though, this sweet gesture admittedly warms your heart because it makes you feel even more included in his life, as though he is gradually inviting you to be a part of his world, just as you do the same when talking about your interests and hobbies with him.

Time seems to slow down whenever you’re with him but that’s okay because time is merely a social construct. What matters is that you get to spend time with Jeno, who is now walking you home. With his hand in yours, Jeno slows down his footsteps to match your pace. The atmosphere is filled with shared laughter, along with Sweet Nothing softly playing through Jeno’s airpods, both of you taking one side each. It would have been wired earphones, but a certain someone claims that it gets in the way… of what, he refuses to elaborate. 

It is also a homely moment like this that makes the both of you wish that time could slow down even more as you basked in each other’s comforting presence, sharing the same sentiment of hoping that the walk to your house will last a little longer. Anything to prolong the time that you spend with each other, right?

05 FRIDAY.

Friday may be your favourite day of the week because it is when Jeno is finally free after three consecutive days of training. It is also movie night, where you and Jeno would take turns to go over to each other’s place every Friday evening. 

It was a few weeks into freshman year, when the two of you made this pact after discovering that you were neighbours. How is it possible that you’ve never noticed Jeno before anyway?

Funny enough, it all began with you telling your mum that you made a new friend in college who goes by the name of Jeno. That name clearly rang a bell, prompting her to start narrating her grocery adventures with Jeno’s mother, excitedly telling you how close they were. In her words, “Jeno is a really sweet boy, I’ve been dying to introduce you to him but it slipped my mind so many times!” Gushing about the said boy, she hurried you to invite his family over for dinner, rushing into the kitchen herself to whip a meal up in no time.

The awkwardness of the dinner was enough to kill you from the inside, to say the least. Mothers being mothers, you had to admit that you were amazed at their ability to jump from topic to topic in the span of a few minutes. Together with Jeno’s and your father laughing, they also joined in the conversation from time to time. Meanwhile, you and Jeno sat in silence side by side, and spoke only when necessary.

“I don’t mean to be rude, but can we excuse ourselves? It’s my first time at your house and I was wondering if ____ could show me around.” Jeno asked, giving your mum a polite smile as he glanced sideways at you momentarily.

“Of course! The two of you should get to know each other better. Ah, young lo–”

You cleared your throat, preventing your mum from completing her sentence. “Friendship,” she corrected herself.

Believe it or not, you had no idea how dramatic of a person she was up until this moment, or maybe it’s because there was something about Jeno that reeled in her overflowing sense of, you’re guessing, motherly love? That would also explain why the old ladies at the school cafeteria were so nice to Jeno, constantly giving him extra servings. You didn’t know what to think of Jeno’s suggestion since you’ve only known him for a few weeks, and being alone with him couldn’t be any better after having such an awkward dinner. At that time, however, it seemed like it was the next best alternative that you had.

“Let’s go.” You stood up abruptly to disrupt the conversation so that the adults (specifically, your mum) would not have an opportunity to say anything else to make the atmosphere any weirder than it already was. Jeno trailed behind you like a lost puppy, quickly following you upstairs to your room.

“I’m so sorry, my mum doesn’t think before she speaks sometimes. I hope you don’t mind what she said.” You broke the silence, not knowing where this conversation was going exactly, suddenly regretting speaking at all. You took a quick look at Jeno, who was now leaning against the doorframe, standing quite a distance away from the edge of your bed where you were sitting.

“Don’t worry about it,” he said with a soft smile while shaking his head lightly.

“Am I making you uncomfortable?” you asked, the smile on his face now replaced with a frown as he gave you a quizzical look.  

“You’re still leaning against the door?” you asked again, even though it was meant to be more of a statement rather than a question.

Jeno bursted out laughing, “I thought I was making you uncomfortable!” He raised his hand to rub the nape of his neck. He moved away from the door to sit next to you, still leaving a small space between you two.

“Want to watch The Lion King?” you suggested, mindlessly browsing through Disney Plus.

“Are you kidding me?” 

You creased your eyebrows in confusion. “No... why?”

“I love Lion King!” Jeno said a little too enthusiastically, his eyes widening at how there were so many movies in the world, yet you somehow suggested watching his favourite Disney movie.

With the awkward tension in the atmosphere finally gone, you and Jeno made yourselves comfortable on your bed. Unknowingly, the both of you scooted closer to each other’s side as the movie played. By the time the credits scene started to roll, the both of you were already fast asleep, your legs tangled with each other’s under the sheets. 

And as most people would like to say, the rest is history.

However, Fridays weren’t just reserved for movie nights. Soon enough, Friday nights also turned into sleepover nights, which meant that other than your usual movie marathons, you and Jeno end up doing other things too.

Like now, the two of you just ended a karaoke singing session that you would most probably never have again. It was far too loud in the night for your neighbour’s liking, causing them to lodge a complaint, making you and Jeno permanently cross that out of your sleepover activities. 

Jeno comes up with a better idea of setting up a cosy outdoor blanket fort in your backyard to lay on. The sense of tranquillity is like no other, you and Jeno having a heart-to-heart talk in hushed whispers with crickets chirping in the background.

In the end, you fall asleep first, feeling burnt out from the entire school week. Although Jeno knows that you’re already asleep, he still makes sure to pat your head lightly, pressing a gentle kiss on your forehead. “Good night angel,” he breathes, wrapping his arms around your waist before drifting to sleep.

06 SATURDAY.

Saturdays are without a doubt, the most exciting for you. As a matter of fact, dating Jeno is a thrill in itself; but what makes Saturdays exceptional is Jeno taking you out on proper dates.

You and Jeno have been together for slightly over three years now, yet every date always feels like the first. The butterflies in your stomach? They never go away. 

Initially, going on a date with Jeno seemed to be nerve-wracking to you because he’d always bring you somewhere new. Naturally, you thought it was the suspense of not knowing what he planned that made you feel this way.

Deep down, however, you knew that you simply felt this way because it was… Jeno. 

“Why don’t I have anything to wear?” you shout in exasperation to no one in particular as you rummage through the closet to find a perfect outfit for your date. It feels like Jeno has already seen you in everything that you own, and you’re this close to going on Pinterest for outfit ideas. 

That is, until you hear a text notification sound from your phone. It was a text message from Jeno informing you that he's coming over in five minutes. You give up searching, hastily picking out a white turtleneck, layering an autumn brown velvet overall over it. 

“You look pretty today.” This is the first thing that Jeno says to you when you open the door, once again leaning against the door frame with a mellow smile on his face. You can feel the heat rushing to your cheeks because of his compliment.

And there it is again, the butterflies. Lee Jeno looking as flawless as he could be, a cosmic latte dress shirt tucked with a pair of black pants along with a brown leather jacket draped over his shoulders, coincidentally matching your outfit. To top it off, he’s wearing a beret today too, suddenly making him look cuter. It’s as if he travelled back in time, turning into your Victorian boyfriend. 

“But... why are you dressed like this?” Jeno asks, rudely interrupting your staring session.

“Why? Is there something wrong with my outfit?” you were perplexed by his sudden question. Did he not like it? Should you change out of it? He said you looked pretty though. Besides, what else were you going to wear? You stare intently at Jeno, anxious about what he's going to say next. You hope it isn’t something bad.

“I thought I told you we were going cycling...” He stops mid-sentence, brows raised as he purposefully gives you a once-over again.

The tension in your shoulders disappears upon hearing his words. You roll your eyes at him, pushing his right shoulder lightly. “You’re going to ride a bicycle in a leather jacket?”

“Nevermind, please pretend I never said that.” Jeno makes a sulky expression upon realising that he did not plan out his joke well. But he is also quick to shoot you an endearing smile. “I love your outfit, baby.”

“You’re so lucky you’re cute, Lee Jeno.” And that I love you.

Thank goodness though, you were definitely not prepared to make another mess out of your wardrobe to search for another outfit when you’ve painstakingly organised it ten minutes ago.

In many ways, dates with Jeno always feel like the first. A simple thing, like the slight brush of your shoulders against each other as you’re walking down a random shopping street was sufficient to send your heart racing. Jeno’s hesitation to hold your hand in a crowded amusement park even though he really wants to, but he doesn’t know when is the right time to grab it–you can feel it, he fumbles with his fingers, reaches out every now and then, but pulls back immediately when his fingers accidentally meet yours.

And the memory of today that you can’t seem to forget. It’s spring, so Jeno thought that it’s a perfect time to bring you to a flower field located at the outskirts of the city. He’d once seen you looking at pictures of it on Instagram, making a mental note about it before he went home to do more research that night.

It wasn’t an uncommon thing for Jeno to take pictures of you, but when the both of you arrived, he didn’t stop at all, you swear he probably has a thousand pictures of you just from today.

However, what surprised you more was that when you asked Jeno to pose in front of the daisy fields, he happily did, even though there was still a hint of shyness within him since he wasn’t exactly comfortable with being photographed at times. He even went as far as to ask the other visitors to help take pictures of the both of you together, which was something you usually did. It wasn’t something extravagant, but it sure was endearing, and you’re positive that discovering a new side of Jeno made you giddy. So giddy that you never knew how it was possible for your heart to be swelling with so much love for another person.

Just like how daisies symbolise new beginnings, you hope that it's the same for you and Jeno’s story too. To not have endings, but only new beginnings.

07 SUNDAY.

Being certified homebodies, you and Jeno wholeheartedly enjoy staying in. It is also perhaps an excuse for the both of you to cuddle and nap together. You’d think that by the end of the week, you’ll be tired of seeing Jeno’s face for the seventh time. You joke that you are, but in reality, you could never bring yourself to grow tired of being together with your favourite person.

You usually go over to Jeno’s house in the afternoon, which is the ideal time to take a nap. Sometimes, you prayed that it would rain, so that you’ll have an excuse to steal one of his hoodies. Even so, he lets you take them as and when you want to. What is he supposed to do, say no? Of course not. 

Napping wasn’t supposed to be your favourite hobby, but if it meant that you could enjoy the warmth and comfort of being in Jeno’s embrace, then clearly, any other hobby in the world couldn’t possibly compare to it. Like a baby, you snuggle close to rest your head on Jeno’s chest, putting your arms around his neck, taking in his soft cotton scent. The faint sound of his heartbeat and gentle breathing lulls you to sleep, it is very much like a lullaby on its own. 

The best feeling in the world is to wake up the same way you fell asleep–still in Jeno’s arms. Not wanting to awake him, you slowly loosen your arms from his neck. Carefully, you brush his hair to the side, getting a clearer view of his face as you tenderly caress the mole below his eye, and then his cheek. He has pretty eyelashes, you’ve come to notice.

“Jeno,” you call out softly, in hopes of waking him up, but not wanting to be too loud at the same time. You wanted to let him continue sleeping, but the sky is already dark.

“Jeno, it’s time to wake up,” you try again. The clock on his side table reads half past six in the evening, indicating that it is almost dinnertime. His eyes were still shut, but he let out a groggy sound to let you know that he was awake, mumbling something shortly after. You didn’t quite catch it, but you think that he asked you to let him sleep for another five minutes. Typical Jeno.

“But it’s time for dinner,” you try to sit up, only causing Jeno to hug your waist tighter. You could barely move an inch with the way he was holding you.

“Just five minutes.” You let out a sigh, giving in to him.

“Jeno?” 

He hums in response, which you take as a cue to ask your question. “Would you still love me if I were a worm?”

His eyelids finally flutter open, sleep still evident in his eyes. He appears to be in deep thought about your question before he answers. “Yeah. I’d still love you.”

“Hmm…” You narrow your eyes at him. “That took you a while to answer.”

“I just woke up,” he retorts.

“Fine.” You close your eyes and move closer to Jeno’s body, enjoying how he feels like your personal human pillow.

“Okay but what if there were other cuter worms? Like if I weren’t your ideal worm girlfriend, would you still date me?”

“Baby…”

[sleekervae]

New York Romantic .9

Masterlist

a/n: Thanks for your patience, everyone! This was inspired by the very real and scary experience of having my own appendix out just a few weeks ago, and I'm happy to report that I'm doing great and my stitches are healing very well! Happy reading!!

pairing: Tom Blyth x ballerina!oc

summary: noelle goes to the hospital

warnings: mentions of surgery, hospitals

word count: 3,948

taglist: @watercolorskyy @carolanns-world @alana4610

"Hello Tom,

I hope this letter finds you well. We are thrilled to inform you that after reviewing your demo tape, we would like to offer you a screen-test for our upcoming movie, "Scott and Sid"..."

Tom could barely believe what he was reading. He had nearly forgotten about the demo tape he'd sent to the open casting months ago, a long shot to get hired for a movie that would be filming over his summer home.

Home.

He would be back in England in just over a month. Classes had been pushing for weeks, final assignments, performances, term reviews. Not to mention Tom had another play coming up. He would be home before he knew it, back in his own house, back with his mum and sister, his old mates, everything that he knew and loved.

And yet, he wanted the days, the minutes even to drag on. He couldn't find it in him to leave New York just yet.

He knew it was silly, he'd lay in his bed at night and scold himself for being so lackadaisical. He couldn't help it though. Right across the hall from him was the object of his affection; just within his grasp and yet so out of reach. His classes had helped him so much with his confidence, Tom truly felt if they hadn't been interrupted that he truly could have kissed Noelle. He was still kicking himself for having wasted the time, but then that's what he always did.

Tom moved to New York to prove something to himself. He had great desires to become an actor, to tell the stories that needed to be told, to change perspectives, and of course, to hopefully make his father proud.

A sudden, urgent knocking erupted from his door, "Tom! Open up!" he heard Sunny's panicked voice through the wood.

Without even closing his laptop, Tom rushed over and swung open the door, "What's wrong, mate?"

Sunny stood there, eyes wide and heels bouncing as he explained breathlessly, "Noelle needs to go to the hospital. The ambulance just pulled up,"

Tom's heart leaped into his throat at Sunny's words. Without a second thought, he grabbed his keys and rushed out the door, following Sunny down the stairs to where the ambulance was parked outside. Noelle was already being loaded onto a stretcher, her face pale and eyes closed.

A group of concerned faces were gathered in the lobby, their eyes glued to the commotion outside. Bianca stood among them, her usually aloof demeanour now filled with worry. As soon as Tom spotted her, he hurried over.

"Bianca! What's going on?" he asked, his voice laced with panic.

Bianca grimly shrugged, "She woke up in pain and she got really sick. They think it's her appendix," she looked off, shaking her head, "I gotta -- I gotta call Stanis. Our final performance is in two weeks. Fuck..."

Tom watched helplessly as the paramedics closed up the ambulance doors, the siren already wailing before they took off into the busy street. 

Noelle couldn't pinpoint when exactly it started, all she knew was she woke up with the most intense stomach ache of her life, promptly followed by a bad case of nausea. She barely made it to the bathroom before she hurled out what little she had in her stomach, and even after the pain was brutal. Bianca woke up after hearing her wretching and despite Noelle's assurances she just needed to rest, Bianca immediately called the paramedics.

So now she was here, snuggled up under a thin hospital blanket with blaring ceiling lights. Her pyjamas had been traded out for a blue gown, pain meds were shoved into her hands, blood and urine samples were taken from her, and now all she had to do was wait... and wait... and wait...

Bianca and Iseul had cabbed down right after, with Iseul never leaving her side while Bianca phoned Noelle's family. Noelle usually didn't like to be fussed over, but she was grateful for her friends help nevertheless.

"Do you want some more water?" Iseul asked, her usual pristine face was marred with under eye circles.

"I'm okay," Noelle nodded, smiling gratefully.

"Are you still feeling sick?" Iseul asked again, nodding to the wall behind their heads, "They got these little blue sick bags if you need one,"

"I'm fine, Iseul," Noelle assured her, "Honestly, I could go home right now. Those pain meds are frigging magical,"

Bianca scoffed back at that, "No chance, I'm afraid. I heard the docs say they wanna' send you for an ultrasound," she said.

Iseul raised a brow, "But she's not pregnant... right?" she glanced at Noelle. Noelle shook her head.

"No, I am not pregnant," she confirmed, "They just want to see what's going on in there, I guess,"

"Exactly," Bianca took a seat next to Iseul, her stare endearing, "You're gonna' be just fine. Appendicitis is a really common procedure these days,"

"And hey! You might have a cool scar to show off after!" Iseul piped in, trying to come off optimistic.

"Maybe," Noelle shook her head, "... We got our final showcase in two weeks. If they have to operate --"

"We'll figure something out," Iseul assured her, "Stanis is gonna' be here after his morning class, we'll talk about it then,"

"What's more important right now is your health," Bianca nodded.

As the curtain was pulled back, the girls' attention was drawn to Tom and Sunny peering in.

"Can we come in?" Tom asked with a playful smile.

Bianca raised an eyebrow, but Iseul eagerly answered, "Of course!"

To say Noelle was happy to see them was an understatement, she was relieved. She was also curious about the small bouquet of flowers Tom had in his hand.

"What are you guys doing here? Shouldn't you be in class?" she asked.

Tom waved away her concern, "Nah, it's just rehearsal today. We can make it up later,"

Bianca couldn't help but ask, "How did you manage to get past the front desk?"

Sunny proudly replied, "Tom pretended to be Noelle's brother, he's got quite the impressive American accent," and he slapped Tom on the back, jolting the young lad forward.

"Yeah, well... I tried to be as charming and concerned as I could -- not to say I'm not concerned, we were all very concerned for you, Noelle," he explained, flustered.

"I appreciate that, Tom," she simpered back.

"We would've been here earlier, but Tom wanted to make a pit stop," Sunny added, nudging him with his elbow.

Tom smiled sheepishly and held up the bouquet, a small but colourful collection of pink daisies and white tulips wrapped in brown paper and a big pink ribbon, "It didn't seem right to come here without a get-well-soon gift," he glanced at the flowers, "Though I now realize I should've bought a vase as well,"

A small, happy smile spread across Noelle's face as she felt a warmth emanating from her chest, "It's okay, I love them. Thank you,"

To say it broke Tom's heart to see her like this was an understatement. Seeing her hooked up to an IV and surrounded by flimsy white curtains had him anxious to see her out of here. But as she flashed him a smile, he felt grateful that she was okay. She was glowing with happiness, as if this were just another day spent together, not one in a hospital ward. That being said, he couldn't quell the gnawing fear he had for her prognosis.

"So, what did the doctors say?" Sunny asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

"They're gonna send me for some more tests, but they're pretty confident it's my appendix," Noelle replied.

"I don't understand why they need to test her more if they already know what the problem is," Iseul shrugged.

"Because they wanna' make sure there's nothing else causing her pain after she leaves," Bianca replied shortly, "How stupid are they gonna' look if they take out her appendix and not the tumour growing on her ovaries?"

The boys were taken aback, "Wait -- you've got a tumour?" Tom asked.

"No," Noelle shook her head, "Bianca's just saying -- they wanna' be sure they know what's wrong before they go and cut into me," she explained, her voice trailing grimly.

"So... so you're gonna' need a surgery," Tom noted. Noelle nodded solemnly.

"What about your dance show?" Sunny asked, "You'll be fine in a couple weeks, right?"

"We don't know, yet," Bianca shrugged, "We're gonna' decide when Stanis gets here,"

"The show's gonna' go on, with or without me," Noelle said, turning to her fellow dancers, "You have to,"

"But you're our Giselle!" Iseul said, "We need you!"

"It's gonna' be kind of hard to prance around on stage if she starts bleeding through her costume," Bianca huffed.

"Do you have an understudy?" Tom asked Noelle.

Bianca nodded, "Yeah, me," her response was quick and confident. Her tone turned smug and she seemed to be boasting a little. Tom didn't appreciate her attitude, but he kept his thoughts to himself.

"And she's gonna do great," Noelle nodded. She was either none the wiser to Bianca's smugness or didn't care to placate her.

"Yeah, but it won't be the same without you, Noelle," Iseul gushed, either clueless to Bianca's subtle glare or she generally didn't care.

"Oh please, you guys will be great. And I'll still be here to cheer you on from the sidelines," Noelle added, her smile not quite reaching her eyes. Uncertainty weighed heavily on her mind as she tried to remain positive for her friends.

"Have you eaten anything?" Tom asked.

Noelle shook her head, "They won't give me food, right now. In case they operate today,"

"I don't understand why they can't let you eat anything," Sunny chimed in.

"So she won't vomit during the surgery," Iseul replied.

"But if you're asleep, how is your body going to know it's going to be sick?" he asked.

"Don't think too hard about it," Bianca told him, "You'll hurt yourself,"

"I keep telling these two to go eat," Noelle interjected, pointing to the girls.

"And we're not leaving you alone," Bianca retorted.

"... a turkey sandwich sounds pretty good right now, though," Iseul muttered.

"And how fair is it that we get to eat and she doesn't?" Bianca replied.

Tom piped in, "Well... if you guys want to get something to eat, we can stay here," he said.

Bianca shook her head, "Mmm, I don't know,"

Noelle gave her a pointed look, "Oh, c'mon. You guys need to eat,"

"But what about you?" Bianca protested.

"I have my IV!" Noelle held up her arm connected to the fluids bag.

Iseul stood up from her chair, "Okay deal. We'll go get something to eat, and the boys can keep an eye on you," she declared, pointing to them.

Sunny glanced at Tom, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he chimed in, "Mind if I come too?"

Iseul cut off Bianca before she could respond, "Of course not! Tom, can we get you anything while we're out?"

Tom waved them off with a kind smile, "No thanks, I'm good for now,"

Bianca relented, standing up with Iseul and grabbing her jacket, "You call us if the doctors come back, or if anything happens -- just call us," she told Tom, pointing at his chest.

"Oh, please. I'm not dying," Noelle protested.

Tom nodded nevertheless, "I'll take good care of her," he promised.

The three of them filed out of the ward, leaving Tom to take a seat on one of the chairs, gingerly placing the colourful bouquet beside him. Noelle's face lit up with a warm smile as she gazed at him, her eyes sparkling with genuine affection.

"I'm really glad to see you," she said.

"I'm really glad to see you," he grinned back, "I can't imagine how scared you must've been,"

"I mean -- I've had better Tuesdays," she chuckled gingerly, "I hope Bianca didn't panic you too much,"

"Nah, the ambulance accomplished that quite well," he replied, "You look better, though!"

"I feel better!" she nodded, "Crazy what Tylenol and antibiotics can do in two hours,"

"Did you call your family?"

"Bianca did. Maurice is probably scouring the internet for standby tickets," she shook her head, "Are you sure you're okay being here? The last few weeks of school are critical! And you’re still only a first year—"

“Hey,” he interrupted, placing his hand over hers and giving it a gentle squeeze. “It’s okay. I wouldn’t be able to concentrate on anything else. You are my priority,”

Noelle’s heart did a complicated dance in her chest. The logical part of her brain screamed guilt, he had so much to do, he didn't need to be here worrying about her. Yet, the warmth of his hand over hers, the sincerity in his eyes, made her pulse quicken in a way she couldn’t ignore. Tom’s presence was a balm to her anxious mind, a constant that steadied her when everything else felt like it was spinning out of control.

Tom’s gentle squeeze brought her back to the present. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. The gratitude was genuine, but so was the turmoil. She hoped he couldn’t see the confusion in her eyes, the war between wanting to tell him to go back and rehearse and the undeniable comfort his presence provided. She managed a small smile, the weight of her feelings pressing down but also lifting her up in a strange, dizzying way.

"I've got some great news," he said softly, a renewed excitement filling his gaze.

"Tell me!" Noelle grinned.

"I got a screen-test for a movie!"

"Shut up!..."

Noelle was taken for emergency surgery that evening, having to stay a night at the hospital after. Her stomach now had a different type of throbbing ache within it, along with three large gauze pads taped across her stomach, and her throat was sore from the anaesthesia and intubation. But at least she could finally eat.

The world had to continue on, nevertheless. Sunny had an upcoming solo exhibition, and he was practicing night and day practically. He tried to keep it down for Tom, who was equally rehearsing and practicing his lines with Jordan for their upcoming play.

And of course, Noelle's incisions wouldn't heal in time for her final showcase, so sure enough Stanis gave the part of Bianca. Bianca was ecstatic of course, she was gone most days rehearsing. And while Noelle was happy for her friend, she wished Bianca wouldn't boast and brag so much about getting the part.

Tom made sure to carve out time for Noelle, even if it meant spending hours on the couch watching movies. He would sit beside her, his presence a gentle reassurance that she wasn’t alone. Noelle’s guilt piled up like the blankets she huddled under. She didn’t want to be a distraction from the mountain of work she knew he had, but the comfort he provided was undeniable, sweet and soothing in a way she hadn’t expected.

When she voiced her concerns, her worries tumbling out about how he should be focusing on his studies, Tom would simply smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

“Don’t worry,” he’d say, meaning it every time. He could see the guilt in her eyes, the way she fretted about his workload, but her well-being was what mattered most to him. His words were like a warm blanket themselves, wrapping around her and easing her guilt.

She’d gaze at him, a mixture of gratitude and something deeper swirling in her chest. Watching him, his focus entirely on her, made her heart flutter. The way he laughed at the movies, the way he instinctively knew when she needed another pillow or a sip of water—it was all so effortlessly thoughtful. Each moment spent with him, every gentle touch and reassuring word, made her feelings for him grow stronger.

Noelle found herself savoring these hours, the quiet, shared moments where the world outside faded away, leaving just the two of them. Tom’s presence was a balm to her healing body and her heart, his dedication making her feel cherished in a way she hadn’t anticipated. Tom felt his heart flutter every time she looked at him with those big, beautiful eyes. Her recovery wasn’t just about her getting better—it was about them growing closer. Each shared smile, each moment of silence, deepened the bond between them.

Since Bianca was cast as Giselle, the performance date was moved up, giving her extra time to practice and become comfortable in the role. However, to Tom's dismay, he noticed the new poster for the show in the hall one afternoon, revealing that the new date conflicted with his own performance night. Even if Noelle wasn't going to be in the show, he still wanted to go with her and support her. And she had equally been so excited to see his play...

"Oh, they're only an hour apart!" Noelle exclaimed, having been shown the flyer by Tom, "I can start at the recital, then I'll come see your play!"

Tom was flicking through take out menus, trying to decide what they should order for dinner, "Yeah, but we're on opposite sides of the campus," he reminded her, "Don't you think it might be a bit much for you?"

Noelle simpered, "Tom, I had my appendix out, I wasn't hit by a bus. I can walk," she assured him, "Besides, you've sacrificed so much time for me, it's the least I can do!"

"Hey, c'mon," he took a seat beside her, "You act like taking care of you is such a big hardship. Besides, if anything I'm getting more studying done here,"

"Oh? How?" she quirked a brow at him.

"Simple. I watch movies with you, I learn more about acting," he smiled back.

She snorted back, "What kind of acting are you gonna' learn from Jason Statham? How to do the blue steel while sky diving?"

"Hey! Practicing cool is an important acting skill," he reminded her.

"Yeah, like you need to practice being cool," she replied.

"I knew you would agree," he smirked back, he then held up the stack of menus, "Sushi or Pizza?"

"Sushi! Obviously!" she gawked back playfully.

"Usual combo?"

"Yes, please. I'll get the money," she started to rise from the couch.

"Uh -- no," Tom put his hand out, "You sit down, I'll get it,"

Noelle scoffed, "Absolutely not! You got it last time!"

"And I don't mind getting it again," after all, she hadn't been back to work since her operation; she wasn't supposed to be lifting anything heavy and a bowling ball was certainly out of the question.

Nevertheless, as much as she appreciated Tom's concern, Noelle was still just a little bit more stubborn, "Okay -- we'll go halvies, then. Deal?"

"Deal,"

Noelle grabbed her wallet from her room and returned to find Tom already on the phone with the restaurant. He was hunched over, phone wedged between his ear and shoulder, as he flicked through the menu options. He looked so natural, so effortlessly at ease, like he belonged there. With her.

But as Noelle settled back into her seat, a wave of realization hit her. Tom would be leaving in a few weeks, gone all summer back to England. He had projects, a life over there, an actual home. The overthinking began. Did he prefer England to New York? Would he go back and decide he didn’t want to return?

The thought twisted in her chest, a knot of anxiety that she couldn’t quite shake.

When Tom got off the phone he noted the look on her face; the spaced-out frown, the mindless chewing on her inner cheeks. "What's wrong?" he asked, "The stitches aren't bothering you, are they?"

"What? No!" Noelle replied quickly, "I was just thinking... I need to get more medical tape," it wasn't a complete lie, all she had was the few dressings the nurses had given her.

"Oh," in his gut he didn't quite believe her, but he also didn't want to push her either, "Well, I can see if Doris has some. Worst case we can go out and get some! Pharmacy's down the block,"

She smiled back at him, damn, why are your eyes so pretty? "We'll go on a little adventure after dinner,"

The sushi arrived within the hour, and despite Tom's concern for her health and stamina, he and Noelle laced up their shoes and headed out for the pharmacy. It was a late spring evening, the weather already turning pleasant, with trees sprouting buds and blossoms scattered across the streets. Tom didn’t say a word when Noelle’s hand slipped into his, nor did Noelle protest much when Tom offered her his coat as the breeze picked up.

On the way back, though, he noticed her starting to lag behind. Her exhaustion was catching up to her, and her stitches were beginning to itch. Noelle didn’t mind the walk, she just had to go a little slower than she would’ve liked. She was pleasantly surprised when Tom offered her a piggyback ride. Despite her insistence that she’d be okay, she knew he could be just as stubborn as she was.

Tom crouched down, presenting his back to Noelle with a silent invitation. She hesitated for a moment, a small smile playing on her lips, before gently climbing onto his back. As her arms wrapped around his neck, she could smell the faint scent of his cologne mixed with the fresh, earthy aroma of the spring evening. His warmth radiated through the thin fabric of his shirt, instantly making her feel more at ease.

Tom stood up slowly, adjusting her weight, his hands steady and strong under her thighs. Noelle nestled her chin on his shoulder, her cheek brushing against the soft, worn fabric of his shirt. She could feel the rhythmic rise and fall of his breathing, a comforting and steady cadence that matched the slow, deliberate pace of their walk. The scent of city life in the air mingled with the subtle notes of Noelle's floral shampoo, creating a blend that was both calming and familiar.

They moved in perfect sync, Tom’s strides even and unhurried to accommodate her. Noelle's hair, tousled by the evening breeze, tickled his neck, and every now and then, she’d shift slightly, causing a gentle tug on his shirt. The intimacy of the moment wrapped around them like a soft blanket, each step punctuated by the muffled sounds of their shoes against the pavement.

Tom’s back was solid and reassuring beneath her, a silent promise of support. Noelle’s heartbeat, slow and steady, drummed against his back, syncing with his own. They didn’t need words; the quiet was filled with the sound of their shared breaths, the distant hum of the city, and the rustling leaves overhead.

As they walked, Tom occasionally glanced back, his eyes catching hers with a tender, reassuring glint. Noelle would respond with a squeeze of her arms, a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken bond between them. The warmth of his body, the gentle sway of his gait, and the closeness they shared in that moment made her feel cherished and protected.

By the time they reached home, Noelle was almost dozing, lulled by the gentle motion and the comfort of being so close to him. Tom carefully lowered her to the ground, their eyes meeting once more in a silent exchange of gratitude and affection. The connection between them felt stronger, their shared moment a sweet memory etched into the fabric of their relationship.

[neiptune]

Can I please request it was war, it wasn't fair x Eren for your event? Thank you very much!!

eren yeager x it was war, it wasn't fair

You hear him snort again while casually entering the kitchen for the nth time just to leave without getting anything, not even a glass of water. Eyes glued to your laptop screen and very much unimpressed, you keep your cool while replying to the endless emails filling your inbox, agile fingers traveling across the keyboard smoothly.

You're able to send two more replies before he enters the room again and basically throws himself at you, his whole body weight pressing on your back with his arms tied loosely around your neck. You don't even flinch, already focused on the next email.

“Oh my god, can you drop this?” Eren's groan comes out muffled as he has his face nestled in the crook of your neck, “I have apologized like a thousand times!”

“Please get off, you're heavy”

He perks up because the end of the silent treatment is always a step forward and he's willing to take any progress that comes his way at this point.

“So am I forgiven?” he catiously inquires, although your fingers still working on that infernal keyboard should be clear indicators of the answer he's about to get.

“No” the dry reply is enough to make him roll his eyes as he straightens up, defeated once again.

“You're being so fucking dramatic”

Eren detects that his carefully crafted ceasefire strategy is about to shatter on the very floor he's standing on as you stop typing and turn around in your chair to glare at him with narrowed eyes.

“Would you like me to take the dramatics one step forward and make you sleep on the couch? Or maybe you'd prefer Pieck's couch”

The amount of self-discipline he resorts to not to roll his eyes all the way to the back of his head again is honestly ungodly.

“Babe, this is getting ridiculous” he relies on a pout 'cause sometimes unexpected outcomes can stem from unexpected approaches and he's frankly willing to try anything cause it's almost dinner time and it's been five whole hours of this nonsense, “I'll pick you as a teammate next and we'll kick her and Porco's ass!”

You snort indignantly.

“Thanks, I'd rather cut my arm off than succumb to my boyfriend's pity”

“It's not pity. It's me telling you I love you enough to not care about winning” he knows he has used the wrong words as soon as they slip past his lips. To his shock, your gaze is capable of narrowing even further.

“It sure as hell didn't look like you loved me enough to not care about winning when you” a quick pause to dramatically lift one finger after the other to count “wanted Pieck in your team for five games in a row, cheered when she cut my road right when I was about to get the purple boost and kissed me to distract me enough to let her win”

With uncertain, pursed lips, Eren so badly wants to ask if you're more upset about losing (nothing unusual, for the record) or jealous of him picking one of your best friends as a teammate. He knows better, obviously, but the mere thought of small pangs of jealousy still existing in the face of all the years you've been together, can't help but boost his ego a little. His stomach flutters with pride and Eren is suddenly so glad he still gets to have these silly, playful, theatrical arguments with you.

“What are you smiling about?” you snap, disbelief freezing your features as he slips both arms under your armipts and lifts you up from your chair just to pull you into a forced hug, so tight your attempts at freeing yourself are more ridiculous than futile.

“Smiling 'cos you love me” you can barely understand him as his cheek is pressed to the curve of your shoulder. His hair is wet and you click your tongue in annoyance, although he smells so irritatingly nice.

“I don't, you're a cheat—” but Eren doesn't even give you the time to hurl the accusation as he clumsily drags you out of the room, stumbling all the way to the couch on which you both fall, his phone knocked over in the process, arms still tied impossibly tight around you and chest vibrating with mirthful laughter.

“Eren!” you whine, wiggling pathetically in the embrace.

“It was war, it wasn't fair” he has the nerve to giggle and you honestly wish he'd allow you to turn around just so you could flick his forehead.

“Really? That what you're gonna call Mario Kart 8? Stop squeezing—”

“Say that you love me” you jump as he unexpectedly nibbles at your jaw.

“Eren, it's gonna bruise!” you whimper, to which he only laughs harder.

“Say it!” he bites your neck next and you gasp in a new attempt to free your wrists from his hands.

“I love you, you dick!”

He finally lets go and you turn around to glare at him, one hand rubbing the sore spot on your neck. The glint in his gaze is both mischievous and familiar enough for you to roll your eyes in advance.

“Did you just say you love my dick?”

[olderthannetfic]

I caved and got Scrivener.

Gotta say, I really like the program, especially the fact that it can handle a lot more words and heavier files than Google Docs could ever dream of, but the thing I love the most is just how professional it makes me feel.

I come home from work, sit in front of my silly little laptop with my silly little fandom selected stickers glued to the protective shell, and there I go, writing my silly little fics but feeling like a hardened professional writer whose deadline is due.

My only complaint would be that, for some reason, I can't make the switch from UK English to US English, so a bunch of words are signed as mistakes for no reason, but... oh, well. I have LanguageTool installed on Firefox exactly for the moment I want to post on Ao3 and run through the story a second time.

--

I imagine the language thing is buried somewhere in the eighty billion pages of intimidating how-tos. I love Scrivener, but damn does it take me a while to figure out how to use some of it.

[bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky]

The Eras | Bucky Barnes x Reader

Hi! This is a short, silly little thing about the Ticketmaster fiasco the other day. If you were in that queue all day, I feel your pain. Seven hours of queuing for Houston. I know this fic is niche but I simply do not care <3 also, lemme know if you got tickets! And what you plan to wear to the show!

What’s your favorite track from Midnights?

Warnings: Ticketmaster 

“Any luck?” Bucky asked on the other end of the phone.

“Nope… still two thousand plus people ahead of me.” You poked at your sad lunch salad with your plastic fork, eyes glued to your laptop. “At least my boss is trying to get tickets too, that way I won’t get in trouble for getting nothing done today.”

Bucky let out a loud laugh, “I love that for you. And your boss. Is there-”

“It’s PAUSED?” you nearly threw your lunch across the room. “The queue is PAUSED!”

Bucky wasn’t accustomed to this new way of doing things. If he wanted to go to a show back in his day, he simply bought tickets at the venue. But this was a whole new beast. You had a plan, a strategy. The group text with Wanda and Nat fired constantly in the days leading up to the presale, turning your phone into a war room.

“What? Why is it paused?”

“It says it ‘should be back up and running shortly’,” you sighed, “and that to keep my place in line, I can’t refresh or close my browser.” The disappointed groan that pushed its way out of your throat broke Bucky’s heart. He heard you clicking and typing on the other end of the line, no doubt conferring with the group text.

“This kind of seems like a disaster…” He didn’t want to make things any worse than they already were, but he hated when you were upset. You’d looked forward to this- gotten your presale code, received boosts. And yet, you sat in a paused queue with no end in sight.

“Oh, it is. Ticketmaster is the worst.” You gave a harsh stab with your plastic fork and speared a piece of romaine, punctuating your sentence. “It’s owned by this company Live Nation- it’s basically a monopoly.”

“But you’re guaranteed tickets, right?” he asked, sounding almost on edge. “Cause you got the code thingy? That’s how this works, right? The code ensures that you get the tickets?”

“Nope. That’s just to get into the presale, but they don’t require a code to get in the queue, so… I’m not sure there’s even a point to those codes.”

Bucky rolled his eyes at the inefficient and deeply flawed system. “Oh. That’s… really annoying. And confusing. They should explain the rules better.”

You gave him a laugh, “yeah, well, all they care about is making money.”

Bucky could practically see you- sitting at your desk, shoulders slumped, lunch half eaten, computer stuck in a paused queue.  “I’m sorry, doll.”

You made a few more stabs at your wilted lettuce before giving it up all together. “And apparently ticket prices are nuts. Like, floor seats are selling for over a thousand dollars. My friend got seats in section C for the Dallas show, and he paid a thousand and twenty-eight dollars for each of them.”

“Oh, fuck.”

“Yeah…” you let out a sigh. “I’m so disappointed. I mean, I saw on Twitter that even nosebleeds are in the two-fifty range now. I know there’s way worse things in the world, but I was really looking forward to this- I’ve been saving for such a long time. I thought I was gonna get to see her in person, you know?” Bucky could hear the frown in your voice. “But between the queue and the prices, I just don’t think it’s gonna happen.”

“You never know, doll,” Bucky did his best to lighten the mood. “Don’t give up. Just keep the queue open on your computer and try to focus on other things, okay?”

You agreed to his terms and the two of you hung up, leaving you alone with your Ticketmaster nightmare.

That evening, Bucky waited by the door for you to come home. He stood so close, in fact, that you almost hit him with it. “Hey, baby! How was your day?” He was nearly vibrating with a strange energy you’d never seen from him before.

“It was terrible…” you sighed. “I was in the queue for seven hours. And when I finally got to the presale, tickets were unfathomably expensive. Even if I could afford them, every seat I picked disappeared. I got constant error notices and never even got one single ticket into my cart. It sucked.”

Bucky gave you a tight squeeze, so tight you could hardly breathe. “That’s terrible, doll. I’m so sorry you didn’t get tickets…” He released you suddenly, allowing your chest to expand. “But I’m actually glad you didn’t buy any.”

His words came as a surprise. He was always supportive, no matter how silly your venture. He knew how badly you wanted to go to the concert- why he celebrated your defeat was unknown.

“Oh. That’s…. ouch, Buck. I know I’m kind of annoying about how much I love her music, but-”

“No, no- I’m happy you didn’t get any,” he said, “because I got them for you.”

His words didn’t register. You stared at him, mouth agape, as the gears in your mind spun into overdrive. “I don’t… what? How?”

“He might be an ass, but Tony’s good for some stuff,” Bucky laughed. “I asked him to help me- and he said no. We both know he hates my guts. But when I said it was for you, he immediately agreed.”

“You asked Tony?” Bucky didn’t speak to Tony. Ever. Not since Siberia. But he’d broken his sworn vow against Tony. Just for you.

Bucky retrieved his laptop from the kitchen table, “I signed up last week just in case you didn’t get verified. But you did… and then I got a text late last night with a presale code. So, I thought I’d hop on the presale too just in case you couldn’t get tickets.” He turned the computer your way and showed you the screen, “according to this, my account is still stuck in the queue…”

You eyed the screen and saw the long line you stared at all day, “but if you’re still in the queue, how did you-”

Bucky scoffed, “Ticketmaster is no match for Stark tech, sweetheart. Tony found a way around the queue, grabbed three floor seats, and got outta there. Used some of that Iron Man money for good.” He shut the computer and tucked it under his arm, “and now, there are three floor seats linked to your account. You got the VIP package, preferred parking- all the bells and whistles.”

“Shut. Up.”

“Oh, and Stark told me to tell you…” he opened his computer once again and found an email from Tony. “And I quote: You’re too good for this idiot, but at least he’s resourceful. Have a great time at the show, kid.”

You launched yourself into Bucky’s arms, almost sending his laptop clattering to the floor. “Thank you, thank you, thank you! Oh my god, Buck. You’re amazing- you’re the best!”

Bucky, always humble, did his best to duck your praises. “Well, Tony’s the one who got ‘em. I just called him and-”

“But it was your idea! And you entered for the presale just in case- you sat in the queue all day!”

Bucky’s cheeks turned a rosy shade of pink. “I just wanted you to see your girl. I know Taylor’s you’re favorite.”

“No, you’re my favorite,” you said, dropping a deep kiss to his lips. “Oh- I have to call Wanda! And Nat! And- wait, you didn’t ask Tony to get a ticket for you?”

Bucky shook his head, “Doll, this is your thing with your friends. I don’t want you to feel like you have to keep an eye on me all night; I want you to give all your attention to Taylor-” He laughed his own words, “as though I have to tell you to give her your attention.”

He dotted kisses all over your face and chuckled as you thanked him time and time again. “You’re more than welcome. All I ever want is for you to be happy, sweetheart. Go call your friends and let ‘em know.”

You rifled through your bag and found your phone, an unstoppable smile plastered across your face all the while. But before you could run off to tell Nat and Wanda the good news, you took Bucky’s face in your hands.

“Just so you know, Buck, this is the most thoughtful thing anyone’s ever done for me. I mean, getting the tickets is amazing. But signing up for the code just in case, sitting in the queue for me- you’re so sweet.” He blushed once again, still not used to your praise. “And obviously, it helps that you were able to get me floor seats, but I’d be just as appreciative if I came home to no tickets. Cause floor seats or no floor seats, you’re all I want.”

“Well I guess you’re lucky then,” he laughed, “cause you got me and floor seats.”

“Truly, what else could a girl want?” you asked.

“Backstage passes?”

“Yeah, you know I was incredibly grateful and touched that you did this for me-” you joked. “But no backstage passes? Lame.”

Bucky rolled his eyes at you and swatted you on the ass, banishing you to go call your friends.

He’d done a lot of bad in his life. Even if it wasn’t his fault, he’d hurt people. But knowing that he’d done something so meaningful for you eased his mind.

All he wanted for the rest of his days was to see you smile like that. He didn’t care if he had to team up with Tony every week and get you exorbitantly priced concert tickets- he’d do it. He’d do anything for you.

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[dweetwise]

[Riconti] Pudding out

Just a silly little thing I wrote bc I love domestic riconti <3 Rated G | 900 words | ao3 link

Ace stared at the colorful spinning wheels on the screen with single-minded focus.

The room was filled with the chiming music of the online casino, the laptop’s speakers occasionally crackling with the volume Ace had set the game to. He was hunched over in his seat and waiting with bated breath for his next win. 

There was a sad sound effect to signal no win and Ace barely even registered clicking the auto-spin button again. He only needed one more of those stupid diamonds, and then he'd get to activate the multiplier again—

Ace jumped as a hand shot out from behind him and a small item thudded onto the kitchen table in front of him.

"Oh, hey!" Ace greeted and immediately turned the volume down. "I didn't even hear you get home."

Probably because he'd been engrossed in this game for almost an hour. The obnoxious music had apparently been enough to mask the sound of Felix’s sedan pulling up in the driveway.

Felix grunted and turned back to the kitchen counter, plucking items out of a supermarket bag rather aggressively. Ace didn’t blame him; after a long day at the office, grocery shopping was far from anyone’s favorite way to spend their night off.

Ace went back to inspect the item Felix had dumped in front of him. It was a small plastic container and the side said salted caramel—ah, some kind of dessert.

"Aww, thanks!" Ace smiled at Felix's back and immediately grabbed the complementary little wooden spoon glued to the tin. He turned the package over—

Oh. It was a salted caramel protein pudding.

"Uh." Ace paused. "Are you sure this wasn't for you?"

Felix froze from unpacking the bags. When he turned to look at Ace, he was half-pouting, half-glaring. Ace racked his brain; it was a Wednesday, which was Felix's gym day. His hair was still damp so he must have showered after his workout, yet his mood was absolutely sour…

"I bought the wrong flavor," Felix said miserably. "A stupid clerk was standing in the yogurt section, and I tried to wait, but the store was crowded and I wanted to go home. But when I asked him to move, he gave me about ten centimeters of space, so I went to grab the chocolate flavor that I always get, but I couldn’t see properly because that asshole was still in the way. And when I realized I didn't get the right pudding he'd already gone back to hogging the whole fridge, and I was tired and sweaty and the frozen foods were melting and I didn't…"

Felix deflated after his little rant, his shoulders slumping as he looked at the floor with a frown.

"You didn't wanna bother him a second time?" Ace guessed. 

He scooped out a spoonful of the pudding, which, surprisingly, didn’t taste too bad. Then again, Ace wasn't usually picky about food—hence why Felix always dumped his unwanted veggies and other foods onto Ace's plate.

"I should have," Felix said. He glared at the offending pudding. "I hate salted caramel, but it's almost the same color as the chocolate one. What a stupid design choice—and who the hell organizes a shelf in the middle of the post-work rush hour? He wasn't even stocking it, just straightening the rows like some kind of…of protein-hating psychopath!"

Ace chuckled at Felix's fuming around another spoonful of artificial salted caramel. He knew from experience that there was little that got under the normally quiet architect’s skin like a disruption to his routines—no matter how minor.

"Well, I for one appreciate you braving the rush-hour supermarket and reaping the fruits of your little mishap. Though I've gotta say, I usually prefer my desserts with actual sugar," Ace said.

"I'm glad one of us finds it edible," Felix huffed.

"But from what I understand… You missed out on your post-workout snack, didn’t you?" Ace said, hazarding a guess at the root of the problem.

Felix frowned. "Yes. Because of that one—"

"Yes, yes, because of some minimum-wage sap who was unfortunate to come between you and your favorite pudding." Ace stood up, coming to stand before Felix and placing a hand on his chest. "Anyway, here's my proposal: you're clearly a little hangry, so why don't you leave the grocery unpacking to me, grab some Michelin-star spaghetti from the fridge—yes, that I cooked for my beautiful boyfriend to enjoy after his long day, hold your applause—and find something on TV that we can mercilessly roast together. Me and the fake-caramel-stevia monstrosity will join you later."

Some of the tension in Felix's posture eased and he even gave Ace a small smile. "That sounds incredible."

"That's because I am incredible, bonito." Ace winked. "Now move your gorgeous ass or I'll force-feed you some of that pudding."

Felix actually chuckled at that, and he briefly squeezed Ace's hand before obediently moving to the fridge and bravely plating out a generous portion of Ace's slightly burnt attempt at cooking.

And the next time Ace was shopping at their local grocery store, well, he may or may not have bought the store’s entire selection of chocolate protein puddings to avoid further snack-related incidents in the near future.

[wildcxrds]

(A Valentine's ask-special is delivered!) It was nearing 5pm when the realisation dawned on Case that he would fail to succeed. It was one of those days that found Case needlessly sedentary, glued to his laptop and increasing his risk of carpal tunnel. An extended branch of the law was crime and punishment. Justice delayed is justice denied. Case felt the injustice, almost as if he were being punished for his own aspirations. In the midst of his midday work, Case paused to reach for his phone, a last resort he didn't relish. He knew he had to make it up to her somehow, another time, perhaps. As night fell, a deliveryman arrived at Alex's apartment, bearing a bouquet of red roses, violets, and blue cornflowers, along with a miniature scale of justice paperweight. Shortly after, a text was sent.

[ Case to Alex ] : Not my finest effort but not too shabby, wouldn't you agree? Consider this a nominal compensation for my unintended absence.

The day was busy at her shop - and she fully expected it. Alex had never dealt, nor would she ever, in love potions or anything adjacent. But smaller components just to make an established romantic night a little more nicer and memorable (incenses, candles, the like) were flying off the shelves.

But throughout the day, she - admittedly - had continually checked her phone for any sort of texts from Case. She wasn’t sure why she’d expect one - her last message was from the night before expressing her anxiety for having to open an hour earlier to accommodate for the holiday, and Case really - to her - had no obligation to even designate any time on this day to her.

But ever since she started noticing the way her heart and stomach were fluttering more around him, and her eyes were glancing more frequently for his contact name to appear on her notifications, and that she found little excuses to spend time with him when possible…

God, she was pathetic.

When the day came to a close, and she ensured Alejandro was organizing the last of the stock they needed to set out for the following day, she returned to her apartment a bit… morose. Luckily, she had just left her shower when she heard the arrival of the delivery man, opening to the flowers and the gift.

Aaaaand there goes her heart again.

Involuntarily, the biggest, goofiest smile spread across her face receiving the items, thanking the delivery before closing her door. And the text came through. She was one step away from giggling like a silly teenager. Chill.

[Alex to Case] : I’m sorry to say it’s not enough 😠 How dare you not spend every minute with me?

[Alex to Case] : you dork, this is so incredibly sweet of you. I didn’t even get a chance to get you chocolates yet 😞

[Alex to Case] : btw I hope everything is alright! workload get too big?

@musemortuary

[daybreak-tkler]

❝The Green Eyed Monster❞

Lee(s): sin of Envy! Hyunjin

Ler(s): human! band member! Felix

Small Synopsis: Hyunjin is the sin of envy from the underworld and he attaches himself to a bright, happy human who has everything Hyunjin wanted before he was turned into a sin. He hopes to get away with secretly envying Felix's lifestyle but when he's caught, the human has other plans for this "green eyed monster"

a/n: this is a fic for anon! I hope you don't mind the plot! I thought it would be pretty cute to have an envious Hyunjin tickled~ trigger warning, there is swearing,, like once,, Felix says a swear word once. Also it's mentioned a few times that Hyunjin is from the underworld,, but there's no graphic depictions of it. It's just a silly little tickle fic.

In the short time he's been back on earth, Hyunjin has noticed a few things. One, Seoul is much more gorgeous than he remembers it being,, and two, there's a certain man that makes his heart ache. In envy. Lee Felix was a man who had moved to Seoul a couple of years back whilst Hyunjin was still in the underworld, and the long-haired male was unsure whether it was because he was the sin of envy, or whether it was that Felix was exactly everything he had wanted as a human but he was absolutely seething at the sight of him.

Just look at him! Sitting there with his friends looking positively gorgeous and having a smile that radiates warmth and happiness. He has blonde hair, freckles and such charming eyes. He looked well-off, but not necessarily rich. And it made Hyunjin angry. So for the past few weeks, his eyes have been glued to Felix. He watches him complete his daily routine from making breakfast to practicing singing. And the sin felt a pang of jealousy every. single. time. He doesn't remember feeling this envious when he was human, becoming a demon must've done something to his brain.

He thought he was doing just fine for a month or so, that Felix didn't notice his presence. He wasn't visible to the human eye, but one could tell another presence was there. And unfortunately for Hyunjin, he didn't go unnoticed for as long as he would've liked. It was the early evening and there was a storm outside. Rain thrashed against the windows of Felix's apartment and lighting clapped as the thunder boomed. As for the human himself, he was in his bedroom under the covers. Probably working on something for Chan, Hyunjin thought as he watched from beyond - invisible as per usual. The more his eyes bored into Felix, the more he felt the jealousy building up in his gut. He just couldn't help it! Felix's dimly lit room was so aesthetically pleasing. It had a neutral colour pallette, with off-white sheets that had brown embroidery. Everything was so neat, too, which was shocking considering the rest of the aussie's apartment was pretty messy.

A particularly loud clap of lighting strikes through the air and, alarmingly, its green rather than a bright glow of light. Was that Hyunjin's doing? His eyes were twitching as he stared at the perfect man before him. It was such an aggressive shock of lightning that it appears the power went out; Felix's lamp had somehow switched off. "Oh no,, shit, my laptop's almost dead!" Felix curses, quickly going to save whatever the heck he was working on so that he didn't lose that progress. "Why'd you do that? Huh?" he asks as he stares at Hyunjin. Wait a second. He's staring at Hyunjin,, like,, directly at him. How? How can he even see? "Your eyes are glowing green," Felix says abruptly as though he could hear the sin's thoughts. "My eyes are glowing,, what?-" Hyunjin squeaks, blinking a few times. "Oh, so that's what you look like," Felix says with a grin.

The glowing of Hyunjin's eyes fade and the Australian tilts his head "Oh, don't do that! There's no other light source!" he says with a smug smile. Wow, Hyunjin wanted to rip that smile from his face. Or did he want to see it..? The sin's eyes glow again as they bore into Felix's brown eyes. "What're you thinking about?~" the freckled male asks coyly. Hyunjin doesn't reply at first as he inches closer to the foot of Felix's bed. "I.. You have a pretty smile,, I'm jealous," he replies, all too seriously with an eye twitch. Before Felix can squeeze out another reply Hyunjin has pounced on top of him, attempting to squeeze his sides in the hopes of a reaction. But he gets no such reaction. Well, Felix does laugh, but not from the sensation. More so at Hyunjin.

"What,, what's so funny?" it sounds more like a threat than a question. "You are!" Felix giggles. "Trying to tickle me because you're jealous of my smile, do you know how ridiculous that is when you probably..." he trails off as he switches their positions, now sitting with his each knee beside the each of the sin's thighs. "...have a pretty smile of your own!"

Hyunjin instinctively sucks his tummy in as Felix leans down to poke him, the little prod causing him to squeak. To this reaction, Felix smirks "Ticklish at all, envy sin?~" he coos teasingly. His fingers spider along Hyunjin's tummy, making the sin snort quietly. He attempts to keep the laughter in,, because how dare this mortal attempt to tickle a sin! But it didn't help at all that Hyunjin was incredibly sensitive all over. "You're squirming but you won't laugh for me?~" Felix teases as he gently pokes his fingers all over Hyunjin's tummy. "Coochie coo~ I can see that cute smile but where's the laughter?~" he croons with a smug smile.

It doesn't take long for Hyunjin to lose it. "Pfft,, nohohohoho, hah, naahahAhaha! St-Stohop!" he squeaks out and Felix coos. "There it is~ what a pretty laugh,, why would you be so envious of my laugh when yours is this sweet?~" The young aussie asks with a content grin. He wiggles his fingers aaaall over the envy sin's poor stomach, even pulling up that baggy black shirt Hyunjin had dressed himself in to poke at his belly button. "noh,, noHohohohooo! Dohohohon't dohoho that!!" he pleads, but that pleading falls on deaf ears as Felix continues to spider his fingers upwards. "Let's see where else you're ticklish~"

Hyunjin was losing his mind, this was not what he hoped would happen! He didn't even know what he expected to occur but this wasn't it! "Let's count these ribs... I'm curious whether a demon like you has the right number of them~" Felix sings, giggling at Hyunjin's weak attempts to stop him. It didn't help that it was dark in the room as well, from the power cut Hyunjin had caused. He couldn't really see where Felix's fingers were going, but he could definitely guess now that the other was teasing him.

"One,, two,,, three,,, four,, fi- hey, could you cut that out?~ you're distracting me~" Felix coos to the male beneath him who was chortling and squeaking as his ribs were pinched and gently wiggled. "I c-cahahahaan't heheheelp it! You're beheheheing meheheean!" Hyunjin protests, much to Felix's delight because it causes him to grin wider. His fingers softly rake down Hyunjin's torso, making the male squeal and squirm more. "Cute," Felix chirps, much to Hyunjin's dismay as his cheeks flare up. Good thing it was dark, or else the aussie male would've teased him about his pink cheeks too.

"Hey, hold your arms up for a second?" Felix hums and Hyunjin obeys. He doesn't know why he obeys because he knows what Felix is going to do. Once he feels the delicate tracing against his underarms he loses it,, almost immediately. "eEeehehheek! Nohoho!" he squeaks, his arms falling to his sides immediately. Felix chuckles "You shouldn't have turned my power off, I wouldn't have acknowledged you in the moment~" the young male teases as he lifts Hyunjin's arms and dances his fingers mercilessly against his poor underarms. "nOHOohoHoho! StohohoOhop I'll tuhuhurn the pohohower baahhack on!" promises the sin, but that's not good enough for the other.

Felix stops, its abrupt but Hyunjin's slightly glad so he can heave in a few deep breaths. He does notice, however, that the male on top of him has taken it deep breath as well. "Oh, no,, no no no no- wait cmon, lets talk about tHIHIHIHIS!--" Hyunjin lets out a squawk of surprise as Felix lands a raspberry on his tummy. Right over his belly button. Would this guy give him a break already? "We can talk about it?~ but you're the one who's been jealously watching what I've been doing, I know it was you who caused the lights to flicker at our last venue," Felix grins as he meanly pinches at Hyunjin's sides in a ticklish manner, watching as the sin below him giggles helplessly.

He was right, Hyunjin had been at Felix's last venue. They had performed at a club on a Friday evening and Hyunjin had merely watched as the sunshine boy and his band nailed the performance. And God, he was jealous. So envious that he had caused the lights to flicker and whatnot. He had been causing small inconveniences to Felix entirely by accident, because he was too darn jealous.

A squeeze to his hips pulls him out of his deep thoughts. "Heheheheheheey!- cuhuhut that ohohout!" he laughs. "Ah, were you even listening to me?~ I said I'm going to get you in a few more places as punishment for what you've been doing recently!" The Australian male preens at his own words and Hyunjin's head leans back against the soft mattress. "Ohohoho noho," he whines. Felix tilts his head to the side as he teasingly traces the tips of his fingers down Hyunjin's sides and back to his hips, causing the lee to titter ticklishly. "Hmhmhm ahaha! ihihihit tihihickles toohohohoo much!"

And yet, he didn't want the male above him to stop just yet because whilst the feeling was unknown it wasn't... unwelcomed. He couldn't say he'd been tickled like this before when he was human but,, he was quite ticklish wasn't he? Luckily for him, Felix didn't seem like he would be stopping just yet either as his hands trail down to experimentally squeeze Hyunjin's thighs, eyes glancing up to check if he was overstepping any boundaries. The lee beneath him merely snorted, giggling to his heart's content.

Minutes of pokes and squeezes and traces pass by and even though Felix wasn't being particularly mean to him anymore, he holds the other's hands and gives them a small squeeze to signal he's had enough. "Y'know, Envy, you're cute. Why are you so jealous of me in the first place?" Felix asks kindly as he flops down to the side so that he was laying beside Hyunjin now. After taking a few well deserved breaths and sipping some of Felix's now-cold fruit tea he hums. "That's just how I am, I guess you just have everything I wanted when I was human," the sin shrugs and Felix tilts his head, humming. "Well if you want more tickles, I can always give you some more~" the freckled male teases. "And if you want to be friends, I won't oppose,, so long as you stop watching me from afar.."

Silence rings out over the room as a clap of lighting brings life back to the room. The power was back on now and Felix smiles.

"Hey, Felix?"

"What's up, Envy?"

Hyunjin snorts loudly "My name is Hyunjin and,, could we,, I dunno,, cuddle?" he asks meekly.

Felix smiles widely "We sure can, Hyunjin,"

[moxfirefly]

So I’ve been working on this for a little while now after a comment @supershiny-raven left on one of my post. I present to you:

How the others find out you and the turtles are dating.

Raphael entered the Lair with you in his arms. His brothers stumbling by him, Leonardo actually tripping.

The gang had gone to drink at Vern’s fancy penthouse, a round of drinks had turned to four and before anybody had common sense he had broken out his fancy wine collection.

That had truly been everyone’s undoing.

Yours as well.

Raphael the tank had pretty much only gotten buzzed, even more so upon seeing your state he figured he needed to somehow get you and everyone else home safe and in one piece.

“Where do we dump Donnie?” April had one of his arms slung over her shoulder while Mikey had his other, they had quickly found out the purple banded terrapin was a fan of wine. “Whatever is flat and comfortable, you think you can manage him and Leo?” Raphael nudged his older brother who had dozed off while resting against the couch.

“Yeah yeah brah, we totally-“ He unceremoniously let his brother fall on the nearest cot, poor April taken along for the ride. “Shit, sorry girly”

Raph shook his head, you groaned stirring awake and tightening your hold on him. Raph was basically carrying you with one arm beneath your rear. Making his way towards his room he gently placed you on his bed and set about the task of removing your shoes. “Hey hey mister, I got a boyfriend” You squinted at the large terrapin at the end of the bed.

“Yeah I heard, lucky guy gets to put ya drunk ass to bed, where’s your makeup bag baby?” He got up when you half hazardously pointed at the dresser.

Pushing yourself up a little on your elbows you watched him gather your face creams and a pack of makeup wipes. He sat back down but next to you and motioned towards his lap. “C’mere, let’s get your face off” You giggled when he manhandled you onto his thigh and took out the wipes. Slowly and in the most excruciatingly loving way Raphael set out to wipe off your makeup. Each stroke removing foundation and eyeshadow, you mumbled something he somehow understood in your inebriated state. “Yeah yeah I got ya kid” With all the careful dexterity he developed over time, he gently removed your eyelashes.

“Somebody has been paying attention” You giggled, feeling the buzz in your body shift into grogginess. Raphael looked inside the bag, adding some cream to your face to hydrate it. He examined his work, a lazy smile as he caressed your face. It felt bizarre he could actually do this, touch a beautiful girl and do something so silly as help them out with their face routine. The two of you had been rather quiet about your relationship, enjoying it all to yourselves.

“Ya were the cutest drunk at that party” He ran his knuckles across your chin, You smiled sleepily lifting up enough to catch his lips in a languid kiss.

The door creaked open and there stood April, her own slightly drunk face breaking out into a sweet smile. The two pairs of eyes that landed on her read ‘get out’ and ‘keep your mouth shut’ slowly April backed up nodding with a giggle.

Then there was a ruckus of what Raphael only assumed was April tripping and Leo drunkly laughing his ass off.

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Michelangelo

Oh he was screwed.

So insanely screwed.

How could he misplace something he kept on his person so diligently?

Mikey turned over everything he could in his room, currently he had done just that with the mattress but to no avail.

His phone was missing.

His phone with that very scandalous polaroid you’d taken for him.

Mikey had nearly passed out when you gifted him the picture and to his delight he had stuck the polaroid on the back of his phone in its clear phone case. He kept his phone on him all the time, sure he’d have to be a little sneaky about placing it down but he could manage.

Now though? He was about to have a coronary.

Okay, currently in this disaster there was no trace of it. This meant he’d have to scavenge the living room.

Where his family was.

Mikey swallowed and scurried out with a silent prayer that it would there.

Raphael and Leonardo were currently watching a basketball game. They seemed pretty engrossed and perhaps wouldn’t notice that he was scouring the ends of the earth for his actual girlfriend’s literal boobs. He peaked aglance at the couch, his large brothers had to take up so much space to make it worse.

“What are you looking for?” Came Donnie’s voice from the kitchen. The orange banded turtle froze, he tried giving him a nonchalant shrug. “Just checking how I can give Raph a wedgie ya know” Donnie raised a brow ridge, mug of coffee to his lips.

“I double dare ya numbnuts, the Knicks are down ten points and I’m pissed” Raph grunted as the opposing team landed another shot and Leo sighed exasperated with the outcome. His eldest brother got up thankfully which allowed him to take a look at the that side of the sofa. To his dread but relief there wasn’t anything.

Where the fuck was his phone?!

“Hey snot face, can ya order a pizza?” Raph grumbled as the game seem to worsen, a pizza could fix up his mood. Mikey frozen, mouthing a series of ‘shit shit shit’ as he frantically looked around.

“Oh man that would fix this terrible game, can you order it with extra bacon too?” Leo went straight to the fridge to grab something to drink. “Order some cheesy sticks too will you?” Donnie asked as he poured himself another mug of coffee.

Yes all of this sounded wonderful and his stomach did grumble but

HIS GIRLFRIENDS BOOBS.

Raph had scooted further to grab his own soda from the coffee table and just as he did he saw his phone. Relief washed over him but to his immense dismay and terror, the back of his phone was facing up. Which means the clear case he had was displaying the infamous polaroid he had been gifted.

You had simply asked him one thing.

‘Please don’t let your brothers see my tits’

It all felt slow motion, his eyes going wide, his hand diving to the couch and just as he did, Raph’s quick reflexes kicked in unfortunately and he turned to grab his youngest brothers wrist. “Ya ain’t giving me a wedgie man!!”

Raph’s eyes followed Mikey’s hand and then his eyes bugged out.

“Why are there titties on the sofa?!” Raph made for the phone but only got a face full of pillow cushion. He snatched the phone before it could be grabbed by anybody else. The red banded brute grinned as his brother hugged the phone to his chest. “Advert your gaze you perv!” Mikey all but shrieked.

“I’m not the one walking around with a titty pic as my phone cover” Raph grinned, just to make matters worse Leo and Donnie had gathered.

“Mikey why are you walking around with a random porn pic on your phone cover” Came Donnie’s disapproving tone.

“It’s a polaroid” Was all Raph needed to say.

The silence that fell was brief, then a series of ‘ooh’s’ sounded off and Mikey all but frowned and felt his cheeks heat up.

“No way! That can’t be...” Leo was incredulous. The relationship between Mike and you had remained rather on the down low. It was fun, a little secret away from the world that could stay between the two of you.

“Mikey, are you and y/n a thing?” Donnie asked exactly what the rest wanted to know but Mikey dreaded to answer. He sighed dramatically and tucked his phone into his pocket, shooting Raph a glare as his green eyes followed the motion.

“Listen dudes she made me promise that nobody would see that picture and I’ve already broken that cardinal rule thanks to this jerk face” He frowned at Raph, who in turn rolled his eyes.

“Well maybe keep the picture in your wallet or your room?” Leo sipped his soda with a matter of fact tone.

“Or as a background on your phone cause honestly man” Donnie smiled to himself when Mikey shot him an incredulous look. “Why’d she give you that?” Raph inquired sneakily with a smirk.

“For our three month anniver- AH YOU DICK” Mikey huffed out as Raph began to laugh, it was so easy to trick Mikey when one played their cards right.

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Donatello

Investigating could take a toll on anybody, even if by all means you weren’t a detective it still didn’t mean you wouldn’t find yourself researching and investigating crime. It seems to be part of the job description when you befriend four giant crime fighting terrapins.

In away you could help, you did.

Everyone had huddled around the living room, the coffee table littered with pictures, clues and all sorts of pieces of evidence that could possibly lead to the culprit they were trying to catch. You had set down a stack of papers, eyes already screaming for a break. Leo and Casey were at the kitchen talking, Casey had just clocked out and was reporting back what the nights investigations had gathered. Raph and Mikey were checking out the pictures Casey had brought over and Donnie naturally was researching on a laptop he’d placed there.

You had nudged him to come over and join the huddle, and secretly you just wanted him close. The two of you were dating, quietly and unannounced, but in those first few stages of just wanting to be glued to one another it was a little difficult to do said glueing.

On a few occasions with prying eyes preoccupied with their investigating, you had reached over to rub his cheek, his sleepy eyes spoke greatly of how tired he felt. Donnie had been at this already for a while, you’d been there with him along the way.

With a stretch of his arms, Donnie yawned and rolled his neck. The clock on your phone read 3:45am, he was due for a nap at the very least. “Why don’t you lie down, I can keep helping out here” You reached over again and took off his glasses, he smiled tiredly but shook his head. “I’m fine, I can keep going” Despite his entire body language screaming otherwise, Donnie would always soldier on.

By the time another hour passed, people consumed enough Coffee to give themselves an additional pulse (and somebody committed the mistake of giving Mikey said coffee) the investigation had died down. A few walls were hit but a few leads had come from it as well. Everyone was ready to call it a night (or morning).

Casey yawned, twisting his neck to let out a few pops. “Okay who’s staying and who’s coming with me?” By the sounds of April softly snoring against an equally happily snoring Raph, it seemed she would stay. Casey had a few hours of sleep to catch on before heading for his next shift and you had to preoccupy yourself with the same before tackling a night shift at your job. Donnie’s tired eyes expressed how he wanted you to stay over but he knew work was closer to your place.

“I guess I’m carpooling with you” You told Casey, already grabbing your jacket and bag. A quick hug to Leo and Mikey, a bow to a recently awaken Splinter and you were next to Donnie.

He’d been sitting on the kitchen table, arms crossed and looking closer to being k.o’d.

It was the sleep deprivation honestly, on both your behalves.

Because you had spread your arms for a hug and so had he, but your face had met in the middle and before either of your foggy brains could comprehend what was happening you had smooched him.

On the lips.

For about a minute.

Minute and a half honestly.

You both froze, the awake members of the family staring with raised brows. Donnie furrowed his brows, lips pursed in a thin line, you still had your own in a kissing motion.

“Well at least we solved one mystery tonight” Spoke Mikey with a snicker, Leo nudged him.

Donnie sighed by shrugged. “Not exactly how I wanted to announce this so yup, I’m her boyfriend, she’s my girlfriend, please hold all inquires for a later time when I’m actually awake” He pulled you in again for a hug, and another kiss (greedy boy) and instructed Casey to deliver you home safely.

With a blush but albeit happy look on your face you waved everyone off.

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Leonardo

Keeping a relationship quiet had never proven to be so difficult. Truthfully it came easier when the circle of people surrounding you was bigger, but a close knit one? Everyone suddenly had the powers of observation up to God level.

But Leo’s ninja skills were God level too and you knew how to keep your trap shut and not sigh like a love struck teenager every second you saw him. So it had gone good, real good for a while. The thrill of maybe sharing an intimate kiss while others we’re around was a sensation you never expected to enjoy. When it was time to leave, Leo would ‘walk you’ home safely and by ‘miracle’ run into a few thugs on his way back.

Because there’s no reason a brisk ten minute walk to your apartment should turn into an hour and a half.

Raph wasn’t buying but cared little to stick his nose into it. Donnie was too busy to bother. Mikey had an idea but decided due to bro code not to voice it.

His father though?

Splinter knows what’s going on because well, he’s Splinter. You live long enough with four giant sons all with their unique personalities and traits, you pick up a thing or two about parenting pretty easily.

And Splinter is a phenomenal parent.

Both Father and Mother to his sons.

So naturally he’s irked that his eldest is sneaking out at odd hours and trying to conceal his return. Because Splinter feels that out of all four, Leo has always been the most open with him. Once Raph hit those pre-pubescent mood swings, Donnie began to teach himself all matter of subjects and Mikey was too busy trying to set a new record of heart attacks to give his father while skateboarding; Leo always remained the same.

Even with all the acolytes Leo has achieved in his ninjutsu training, he still had his hiccups and his father would never spare the opportunity to turn into a teaching moment.

So when Leo had kissed you passionately on his way out of your window, you still in nothing but the skin that he had dedicated a fair amount of time in kissing and bitting. He thought he was being slick, he thought he was going to ninja his way into the Lair, into the showers and straight to his bed.

What he didn’t account for was his father waiting up on him. A mug of hot tea on the kitchen table and hands clasps together in what Leo recognized all to well as ‘Dad Mode’.

He’d been caught with the proverbial hand in the cookie jar. His gear was half hazardously on, mask slipped down around his neck and for Christ sake he was holding a shoe. It was 6:30am and he smelled like a girl, a pretty girl no less. The jig was up, especially when his dad motioned for him to come forth and seat opposite him at the kitchen table.

“Dad I can ex-“ Splinter held up a finger and pushed the mug of tea towards his disheveled eldest son.

“My son, I am not angry” Which was truthful, he wasn’t, in fact he was ecstatic that Leo had found somebody, somebody good and somebody that loved him for he has. Long ago he had accepted the pain that his sons would not find suitable partners and the ache it would come with for them. But here was Leo, nervous and trying to adjust his clothing because he’d been with a woman, a woman he clearly loved.

“I like y/n, she is kind, thoughtful and caring to us” Splinter emphasized each trait with a tap of a long nail on the table. “She should be treated with respect, I hope I have instilled that teaching unto you, a lady is to be respected Leonardo” Leo nodded at his fathers words, he nodded and prayed that the underwear he had stuffed into his pockets wouldn’t magically transport on the table to further humiliate him.

“So please my son, do not lie to me, do not come home late in this state and not expect me to know what has transpired” Dad voice was on, coupled with the sympathetic eyes though, man Splinter was good at this shit.

Leo hung his head, clearly ashamed of his dishonorable doings. “Hai, sensei” Even as an adult being scolded by his father never stopped hurting.

“And please do tell her that there isn’t anything hide, she is welcomed in our home, I would not mind getting to know my future daughter in law a little bit more” Splinter enjoyed the way his son nearly choked on his tea.

“Perhaps I can tell her a few anecdotes of your growing up” He smiled when Leo looked at him with pleading eyes. “I believe I have a few embarrassing ones she will find most delightful” He stood up and placed a hand on his sons broad shoulder. “I’m sorry dad, sorry for sneaking around and not telling you” He was earnest in his words and Splinter bowed his head.

“I know, thank you Leonardo” He walked away, hands behind his back.

Leo sighed and pulled out his phone, shooting you a quick text.

-so my dad wants to formally meet you... as in introduce you as my girlfriend.

It felt nice to hit send on that message.

[finelinevogue]

Can you expand on that topic of Harry buying that island for Y/N to conserve like you touched upon on the 73 questions thing you wrote please?

oooh yes!! i didn’t think this would be something that people would bring up but i’m excited to talk about it!! enjoy;

oli - 4, felix - 3, belle - 3 weeks

“What about this one?”

The same question Anne and Harry had been repeating for the last two hours. Neither Anne or Harry could decide on an island that they both thought you would absolutely love - an island that Harry would buy somewhere new for you to conserve and protect, for future family vacations and eventually potentially even retire to, whenever that day may come.

He had originally thought about purchasing a large plot of land along the coastline of Italy, because it had always captured a special place in Harrys heart. He loved the people, the culture, the weather, the food and he loved you when you’re bathing in the Italian sun. The boot-shaped country was the one in which you and Harry had spent your first holiday together. It was where you’d had your honeymoon. It was where, you’re pretty sure, that Oli was conceived. It held so many precious memories, so you both thought it time to make the country more permanent in your lives and purchase a house over there.

Unfortunately, due to coronavirus, Harry wasn’t able to physically go anywhere and house, or island, hunt - especially with a 3 week old baby. Belle had been born on October 2nd and she was an absolute angel - as happy as can be. Oli and Fix were currently looking after her, whilst Anne and Harry sorted through the mess of trying to organise the gift of a lifetime for you. Luckily you were out with a friend, shopping for baby clothes and a little something for yourself, for the day so Harry could complete his surprise in secret. Harry already held property in Malibu, New York, Japan, London and Manchester. He, until recently, had an apartment in San Fransisco, but he never used it and so the money that he got from selling that was going to be spent buying an island for you.

He always remembers one of the first conversations that he ever had with you and it was about how you wanted to change the world. You’d answered “I think i’d buy my own island and start conserving the planet one bit of land at a time, until I save it all!” Now obviously you were being very optimistic and silly with your dreams, but that’s all you thought they’d be - dreams. Harry was willing to make them a reality though. Okay, perhaps not world domination but he could start small and give you the thing you’d dreamt of even as a little girl.

“Mum—” Harry sighed, knowing he would reject it just like all the other ones she’d picked out for being either, too small, too big, too dangerous, too humanised. He didn’t care about price, he just wanted to get it right. He looked over to her computer, seeing what she’d found and brought up on her screen. “Shit, wait…”

This was it.

“Mhm?” Anne smiled knowingly.

“Give me details.” Harry asked her, pulling over his notepad and pen to jot down key information. He wasn’t planning on buying today, but he was planning on making inquiries so if he thought something needed negotiating then at least he’d have the information to hand.

“Okay, um,” she looked over the screen. Harry had only seen glimpses of the the island from the photos but even now he was fully invested in it, “it’s in Phuket, Thailand. Minimally developed on. 110 acres, but you know…”

“Could lessen due to climate change, yeah.” Harry noted and looked to his mum to see if she was continuing or not.

“They are allowing an income potential so you could build and make profit from it. Then again the island itself is $160 million so it’s going to be 7018 before you even start making a profit.” Anne joked, but Harry sighed. “What, love?”

“$160 million.” Harry pondered, thinking whether this is all worth it. It’s a huge investment and potential waste of money, but it was for you.

“You’re a near billionaire Harry. What else are you going to do with all your money? You could build back half of that money just from releasing a new album with no promotion. Imagine if you released a documentary or something too. You work hard, Harry, and you will continue to, so is it so wrong to treat yourself to something nice?”

“It’s not for me, though.”

“Well then, there’s the question you to need to ask yourself.” Harry looked at his mum quizzically before she responded. “Is Y/N worth it?”

Well that was a stupid question.

“Looks like Y/Ns getting her island after all.” Harry grinned so wide, feeling so happy that he was doing this for you. You deserved this so much. Yes it was a bloody huge investment and risk, if Harry was being honest with himself, but you were ridiculously worth it. So much so that he would have bought the island even if it were double that price. Harry sighed in relief and slouched back on the chair, thinking about how happy you’re going to be when you find out. Obviously there was so much paperwork and calls that needed to be made, so it was going to take some time, but to see your face at the end of this was going to be so worth it.

“Cuppa tea then?” Anne asked, slinking out of the chair and standing up.

“Yeah, go on—” The sounds of rattling keys and the front door opening broke Harry’s sentence, making him look up at his mum in panic. Time had flew by so quickly that he’d not even realised you could’ve actually been home anytime now.

Shit, you were home.

“Quick mum, help me hide all this. Wait mum, you’re going to have to sneak out the back because Y/Ns going to have too many questions otherwise!” Harry shot up from the kitchen table and started to gather bits of paper and close the laptops down. Luckily Harry was using his work laptop and Anne had brought her own so they didn’t have to worry about clearing browser history.

“What and you can’t just say you were hanging out with your ol’ mum?” Anne asked, laughing as she packed up her stuff because she knew just how demanding and stubborn her son was.

“I love you and call me when you get home safely okay?” Harry asked, chivying her out of the back door quietly and pecking her cheeks in thanks for everything she’s done for him today.

“Alright. Love you!”

Okay, act normal Harry.

“Mummy!” You heard Oli shout from the other room. You furrowed your eyebrows as you entered the house, dropping off your shoes and bags at the door before heading into the living room, where you knew you’d find the kids.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, looking around the room to see everything was in order. In fact, your heart melted at the sight of the siblings. Oli was sat upright against the sofa and had his baby sister laying on top of his stomach with hers, and Fix was sat just to the side of them - patting his sisters back rhythmically. It was a sight for sore eyes.

“Baby Belle just smiled.” Oli beamed brightly and you smiled back at him. Even though it was slightly irrelevant of him to shout for you because of this, you couldn’t help but awe over the fact the siblings were so loving for one another.

“Did she now?” You took out your phone to take a few pictures of them. “Smile again for mummy then, all of you.” You giggled as Fix pulled the cheesiest smile and Oli did his signature smile too - no teeth and raised eyebrows so high to the sky. You even caught a golden photo where Belle was slightly smiling too. “Are you okay in here still?”

You didn’t want to feel like you were abandoning your kids, because you would never, but you needed just a day to yourself to rejuvenate and help overcome the post-natal depression slowly. As much as you so very much loved them, it was hard for you sometimes. Belle was going to be sleeping for at least another hour, so you weren’t too worried about her. Oli and Fix were ever so sensible too, simply watching Teen Titans on Cartoon Network whilst they babysat their sister. You were only a shout away if something were to happen, which made you wonder where Harry was.

“Yes mummy.” Fix nodded his head whilst keeping his eyes glued to the TV.

“Everything all right in here?” Harry’s voice came from behind you, but you’r felt his presence a lot sooner before that. He stood behind you, peering into the room to check everything was in order.

God, you’d missed him today.

“Yeah, Oli tell daddy why you called me.”

“Baby Belle smiled daddy!” Oli retold the story just as animatedly as the first time, but keeping as still as he could so not to disturb his sister.

“Did she now? You must’ve made her happy then.” Harry slunk one of his hands around your waist and squeezed the pudge that had situated there. He absolutely loved the way you’d become curvier after giving birth. He said it gave him a bit extra of you to love on, to which you always cried at the words because he never failed to make you feel so beautiful.

“I try daddy.”

“I try too.” Felix added, obviously wanting his dad to know he wasn’t not helping in taking care of Belle.

“Good boys. Proud of you both.” They both smiled after their dads words, “Now you both behave and look after Baby Belle whilst I go make mummy a cup of tea okay?”

“But come back, daddy.” They both replied and you gave them a final warm smile, before making your way to the kitchen to make a warm, milky, beverage.

“Nice day?” Harry asked, following you into the kitchen. His hand was placed lowly on your back and guided you into the room.

“Lovely, thanks. Just missed you all.” You sighed and turned around to kiss him in the middle of the kitchen. Your lips moulded to his perfectly and he tasted so sweet, you probably so sour from your lemonade you’d had earlier.

“Miss you always.” Harry murmured against your lips and then pulled away, not before giving you and extra peck though.

You walked over to the kettle and switched it on, whilst Harry collected the mugs from the cupboard you were too small to reach. He picked out one with the letter H on and one with the letter of your first name on, knowing that you’d drink from each others letters as always.

“Been busy today?” You asked, dropping teabags into the cups and leaning against the counter side as you waited for the kettle to take its’ boil.

“Kinda.” He smirked to himself, trying to dodge that question and any others you might have about the day. “Glad you’re back home though.” He walked to you and cupped the back of your head lightly, guiding your face up to his.

“Thank you for being my home.” You smiled at your cheesy comment and then lead your lips to his again.

“You are a dream, my love.” Harry said, looking deep into the eyes he could fall in love with all over again.

Just as you were about to touch lips with his you heard the wails of your tiny daughter and sighed in sync. You chuckled as you flopped your head onto Harry’s chest. As much as you wanted to stay and soak up all the love he was about to give you, your children were a priority - especially a crying baby.

“Well, your dream will have to wait hun.” You patted his chest before walking out of the room, Harry watching you go before whispering ever-so-carefully under his breath.

“But yours won’t.”

[the-slasher-files]

Hii, i saw your requests are open so I guess I could try asking,

Can I ask how would Michael and Jason (and the other slashers if you'd like) react finding out that it's their S/O's birthday. Like they noticed how much food they prepared but s/o didn't mention the occasion because it's not that big of a deal to them but still celebrates it in a way.

Hey, thanks for the request! I love this idea and it was really fun to write.. also added more slashers so I hope you enjoy 🔪💕

MASTERLIST

SLASHERS REACT TO THEIR S/O BIRTHDAY

INCLUDES JASON, MICHAEL, BO, VINCENT, BILLY and STU

JASON VOORHEES

How he finds out: when you left your wallet face open with your drivers license out.. boy was curious

Ever since living out at the camp you just kind of forgot about your birthday, it never really mattered, you were happy just as is with what you had

but he plans it for weeks, Jason can’t give you much in the day to day and he just wants to spoil you and give you the best day after years of looking after him

Waking up in the morning you smelt fresh coffee and sweets, which was more than unusual in the cabin

Rolling over to look at the nightstand you found your favorite mug steaming with hot coffee and Jason had put in your preferred creamer, just the way you liked it. Beside the mug was a small little note sloppily marked with drawn hearts and the words “I love you”

Jason melted your heart on a daily biases but this... it made your heart feel like it oozed right out of your ribcage

Propping yourself up to sip the coffee there was a sudden crash in the kitchen making you jump out of bed... was there an intruder?? was Jason in danger??... grabbing the heavy machete that was resting against the nightstand you faltered to the kitchen, hair dishevelled, barefoot, only wearing one of Jason’s ripped oversized shirts

oh... OH.. it’s just Jason cooking??? flour was everywhere, about 10 different bowls were scattered along the counter, the bacon was smoking and the pancakes? were burnt

Turning around owl-eyed, with flour on his mask and tattered clothes, Jason gives his biggest grin and signs “happy birthday!!”

Once you help him with breakfast he will be glued to your side all day.. more than usual.. Jason wants to give you back rubs, hugs and kisses as much as he can

His gift to you is a bracelet his mom had worn, it is the most meaningful gift Jason could ever give, and it’s beautiful

In the evening he will take you to a new trail you had never been on, old camp lanterns to light your way through the woods and into a large meadow. A large blanket covers the damp grass and there is a small basket with all your fav snacks

A picnic to watch the sunset and stargaze... perfect

MICHAEL MYERS

How he finds out: Michael knows everything about you, he had watched you for a solid year before you even knew, but it will take him a long time to get comfortable and trusting with you so it will probably be like the 5th year together before he really does something for you

Now Michael is not affectionate and caring is just not in his nature so your birthday is going to be interesting... to the average human it will seem like it is a shit birthday but knowing Michael the way you do it is the best birthday he can give you

All these years together he had done nothing on your birthday so you expected it to just be another day, but nope

Waking up to the smell of fresh tea or coffee (which ever you prefer) a steaming cup was on the nightstand

Michael was still in bed with you which was unusual but it was even stranger when he was running his large hands all over you.. gently

There will most likely be some morning sex but he is oddly gentle, making your pleasure a priority over his own

Michael will allow you to touch him for however long you want and where you want without protest, but ONLY today so take advantage

Going to the living room you will see a present you had been eyeing for yourself for a while now. It could either be a really nice blanket to clothes to cookware to a laptop. Michael is observant about everything so he will notice the tabs in your phone or that time you walked by a clothing store and almost screamed at how nice the shirt was in the window

of course he stole it and there might be a tiny amount of blood on it but who cares lol

That is honestly about the extent Michael will go with you and that’s more than enough for you

BO SINCLAIR

How he finds out: Bo isn’t exactly a gentleman with a lot of things so he really doesn’t mind just asking how old you are or when your birthday is

Most likely Bo will forget when it is the first 2 years but the 3rd year.. oh baby he’s got it now... with the help of Vincent reminding him

Birthdays have never been big for the Sinclair brothers, especially for Bo, he literally has no idea what to do

One of the only ways Bo knows love is through fast pleasure... aka waking up to him eating you out. Like Michael, he will put your pleasure first today and is going to be gentle with you, so enjoy it

Be careful because he might want to spend your whole birthday in bed if you don’t stop him

Your presents will probably be some lingerie he bought you (which is basically his present) and a night out on the town, going to your favorite restaurant and taking you where ever you want

Even in the truck he will let you pick the music which is honestly a miracle

Bo will try to bite his tongue as much as possible and try to be the best gentlemen he can be until you get home ;)

Going home to Ambrose he takes a different road, up a hill that’s long and twisted, Bo just smiles when you ask where you’re going, man is saying nothing for once and it might freak you out

Getting to the destination, it’s a small walk in the woods until there is a large clearing and a small lake to your right, this is where he used to go swimming as a kid and this is sometimes where Bo will disappear to on bad days

He will lead you to the dock and will lay you down, watching the stars and hearing the splashing of the water mix in with the Louisiana nature... It is pure bliss

Bo cannot help himself and will initiate a heavy make-out session

This is the way of showing you he loves you

VINCENT SINCLAIR  

How he finds out: Baby boy is far more observant than his brother thank god, so he will probably check your drivers license if you left your wallet out

Vincent will honestly plan something for weeks if he can

Usually he is a night owl but today Vincent will get up nice and early cooking your favorite breakfast, well at least trying, honestly he can make fantastic omelets

Waking up you will see a small tray of food at the edge of the bed, an omelet, bacon, a glass of juice and some small bouquet of native Louisiana flowers he had picked

Along with a little note card saying “happy birthday” probably with some little doodles on the sides making it fancy

Waking into the room Vincent will have either your coffee or tea, handing it to you with a gentle kiss

It will probably be just a slow, gentle, quiet morning with wandering hands, little kisses and soft words

Today he will let you do whatever the hell you want and will try desperately to get Bo to leave you alone for the day

If you want to go for a walk he’ll go with, if you want to stay inside all day in your sweats watching movies that’s perfect.. whatever you want

Towards the evening Bo will come home with your favorite foods, since Vincent hates leaving town. Dinner will be candle lit with soft music in the background. Vince will try to dress nice and in something that isn’t covered in wax

After dinner he will take you to the theater, watching the old movies you grew up on, even though half of the time you are only paying attention to the tongue down your throat  

For some reason my head kept saying slow dancing in the rain, so I guess when you are coming home it starts to rain and you guys slow dance in the streetlight

Once home he has 2 boxes for you, lovely wrapped. In one box it is your very own knife with a carved handle of your favorite animal to match his blades. In the next box is something you had been looking at getting for a long time, a new pair of boots he watched you look for online

BILLY AND STU

How they find out: Honestly they’re probably just going to ask you

Stu is probably going to be the more outgoing one and screaming happy birthday to you when you first wake up, Billy would just let you sleep in and drink his coffee beside you, running his hands on you and gently whispering happy birthday to you instead

Stu would make you a big breakfast and even try to make you a cake but something would be so off lol.. he tried

Billy just takes a store bought one from the fridge that he had saved just in case this happened

yes, they want cake for breakfast

Whatever you want to do that day they will make it happen, honestly it’s going to be fun regardless with them

An arcade or bowling or crashing some little kids laser tag party is probably going to be it for your afternoon. Winning silly arcade prizes, stu will get you a stupid whoopie cushion and Billy will probably win a little stuffed bear for you

Driving home Billy will let you play your music and he will just drive around the city, just signing your hearts out and laughing and just making memories, watching the nightlife and city lights

Ending up at the City viewpoint, seeing all the lights in the dark never looked so pretty with your boys, it might even leave Stu speechless

Whenever you are ready to come home a horror movie is defiantly on the list, whatever one you want and they will order pizza

Honestly Stu will probably pass out on the couch from the long hilarious day and Billy will quietly drag you to the bedroom.. really getting to show how much he loves you ;)