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Clyde: Clyde loved the boudoir photo book you’d given him for your anniversary. Every page just made him harder and harder, especially when the last few pages were just you. He loved the photos of you in those strappy heels he’s learned to love so much. The matching black panties. He couldn’t contain himself when he got that book out to look at.

Flip: Flip had a few photos he’d taken of you on his phone early in the mornings. You’d fallen asleep the night before, his flannel dangling off of your shoulders. Your chest is usually out of it and maybe you weren’t under the blanket. He loves those sleepy little photos. They were so natural and so unposed.

Sackler: titty pics, titty pics, titty pics. When you wanted to give Adam an extra good day, you’d pull your shirt up— with a bra or not— and snap a picture to send to him. He’d usually tell you to be ready for him when he got home. And you always were.

Daniel: Daniel loved the photos you took with him. When he was buried deep inside of you and you’d reach over, grab your phone, and snap a photo of where your two bodies met. He loved when you took photos of his mouth on you, of the marks he made. He loved the silly little selfies together after. The ones you’d be kissing in and you could see a little bit of your boobs. He loved the pictures you let him grab your ass for. He loved seeing his hands on you. Because he was your good boy and he wanted to know it.

Rick: Rick loved Polaroids. He loved when you got yourself all done up for him. Bare skin, fixed up hair, your makeup done for the Gods— or for him— he loved when you took them yourself. The angles you’d take them at, drawing attention to your chest, ass, and thighs. Especially your thighs.

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Meeting Clyde HCs

♡ The first time you spoke to Clyde is when he invited you to his junior prom. He didn’t really want to go, but Jimmy was and he would be damned if Jimmy showed him up again.

♡ You accepted, only because you’d been dreaming about that day since you laid eyes on Clyde Logan three years before when you were all hormones and buck teeth.

♡ Clyde started walking you to your classes everyday from then on, each of you talking and getting to know one another. Hushed little conversations at your locker and quick good luck kisses on the cheek before Clyde would go to baseball practice.

♡ The day prom rolled around, Mellie helped you get all dolled up, hair, makeup, the dress alike. Clyde didn’t wear anything fancy. Just nice slacks and a plain red dress shirt to match that velvet red dress you’d squeezed yourself into.

♡ The second he laid eyes on you, he knew he was in love.

♡ And the minute you saw that dopey love drunk smile on his face, you knew you’d marry him. He couldn’t be any more perfect than he was.

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Charlie: those lingerie photos you send him while he’s at work are his absolute favorite. When you’d set your phone up on the dresser to capture everything from the chin down. His favorite was an emerald set that made your skin just glow. And he loved when he could get his hands and mouth on you. But these pictures you send give him just a glimpse until he can and he’d take that over and over again infinitely.

Ronnie: Ronnie had one specific photo he kept in his wallet. It was one of those artsy photos you’d posed for and were so excited to show him. As much as he loved your body, he loved the way that photo made him remember how big your smile was when you brought the prints in and asked if he wanted to hang it up in his bedroom. Maybe you didn’t know he kept a smaller one in his wallet. But this was his favorite memory. Your smile and your body. He loved every bit.

Phillip: Philly likes ass pics. You could send him a pic of your ass cheeks covered by some pretty lacy panties, and Phillip would be in the bathroom and calling you in .02 seconds. He would ask you if you’re being a good girl, keeping yourself all wrapped up for him to rip open later. You wouldn’t wanna make me upset, would you? You better not touch yourself until I get home.

Matt: Those full body mirror photos. Those got him wound the fuck up. When he’d be in the lunch room at Starkiller, his friends surrounded him, laughing and talking. He would open his phone under the table, and would almost choke on his sandwich. Your fingers pressed between your legs, a camera covering the upper part of your face. Maybe your lips were parted, your chest on full display, your hips looked so delectable. He saved each one you sent to his camera roll, and maybe he would cough and pinch his thigh as hard as he could to will those thoughts down and keep himself at bay.

Jude: Jude had to steal away a moment in the bathroom when he’d find the photos you’d stow away. He adored every curve and dip of your body and that little trick you did of hiding a small Polaroid of you spread wide— just for him— in his lunch box, had it out for him. He felt like a fifteen year old kid with his pants down his thighs as he took care of himself, just wishing he could be there with you.

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First date with Phillip altman ❤💕

I wasn’t sure if you wanted just a first date or your first Valentine’s Day date! So I just wrote about your first date and not Valentine’s Day. Hope that’s okay!

♡ On your first date with Phillip, you two met at the restaurant. Your dress grazed your thighs and the stockings you had on stopped just below it. Phillip waved you over when he saw you, already half into a bottle of cab.

♡ You smiled when he got up to pull the seat out for you, but shook your head. You’d heard all about Phillip from your friends and pats girlfriends of the man himself. Nothing they said really mattered, but it still gave you a bit of insight into your date.

♡ You two chatted for a bit, eating lightly and sipping on wine. He was smiling and laughing at your jokes and his voice wavered just slightly. Hopefully it was just the nerves. You really enjoyed his company.

♡ After dinner you two took a walk through the park. Phillip’s hands were shoved in his pockets as you did, kicking around a rock in front of him. You watched as his cheeks heated up at, “you’re something else, Altman.”

♡ Phillip may have stopped you underneath a street lamp on the sidewalk in the park, the breeze was cool but the night was warm. The sidewalk was heated from the setting sun.

♡ He may have kissed you underneath that street lamp and made you promise him you’d call for another date. It didn’t take you much for that promise.

♡ Phillip walked you to your car and he may have kissed you again before the night was over. You began to drive home, watching him light a cigarette as he walked himself. And you barely made it out of the parking lot before you called him, “when are you free next?”

♡ “I’m free right now.”

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Hi Cece! New follower here. 😊 I've never been on any Valentine's date so if you're feeling up to it, how about Clyde finding out that he's your first Valentine date (or just plain date haha!) ever? Thank you! 🤍🤍🤍

First of all, happy Valentine’s Day and you’ll get your perfect date eventually! I’ve been in a serious relationship for a few years now and we don’t celebrate Valentine’s Day, so I kinda? understand the feeling!

Secondly, I love this and I hope I did your idea justice!

♡ Valentine’s Day has never been the best day out of the year for Clyde. He wasn’t up for fancy dinners and chocolates. But for you, darlin’— he’d do just about anything.

♡ So when you had mentioned you’d never been on a real Valentine’s Day date, he took it to heart to plan the best one he possibly could.

♡ Clyde closed down the bar early on Valentine’s Day, knowing the little hit it’d take from all the lonely patrons wanting to drink their sorrows down. He set up a table special for your dinner.

♡ Maybe he spread out a cheesy red tablecloth and maybe he brought you a bundle of larkspur and lilies. Maybe he had the goofiest grin on his face when you walked through the door and shrugged your coat off. “What is this?” You asked him.

♡ You two laughed and smiled and stole kisses through your candle lit dinner— girls liked that, right?— you didn’t think you could fall anymore in love with Clyde than you already had, until Truly Madly Deeply by Savage Garden started playing from the jukebox.

♡ and maybe the two of you swayed slowly to the song, Clyde humming the tune and pressing little kisses into your hair.

♡ And you couldn’t think of a better way to spend your first real Valentine’s Day.

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Hello my dear! New follower here! 🙋‍♀️ I just found your blog and I LOVE IT! 💖 And I want to ask, how would be Your First Valentine's Day with Flip? 😍I image something very romantic 😍 and passionate oh God! I know it would be the best thing that could happen to me.

Send you lot of love in this Valentine's Day!! ✨✨💖💖🙌🙌🤓

Thank you so much for that! I appreciate you! I think I could elaborate more on your ask in a smaller ficlet other than what I wrote here. So be on the lookout for that this week (it may not be Valentine’s Day themed but definitely has the same vibe as this and waaay more romantic and passionate)

♡ This was your first Valentine’s Day together and you had to make it special. Flip had the same idea.

♡ Flip booked a day out for you to feel pampered. You got your hair and nails done, really pretty like he likes it. You got a massage to be relaxed just like he wanted you to. Flip wanted this evening to be perfect.

♡ The truth is, he's never felt this serious about anyone. He wanted everything to reflect how he felt about you. As big and grand as he could.

♡ Flip had baked cupcakes the night before and you two had spent the evening laughing and decorating them— throwing Hershey kisses at one another to see if you could land them in each other’s mouths.

♡ But tonight, you two were going out to a fancy dinner, in a fancy dress, and Flip might even wear something other than a flannel— you protested that.

♡ After dinner, you two went for drinks, just like you did on your first real date. That pretty dress was the only thing keeping him from dragging you off to the bathroom when he saw your hips start to sway. Cupid couldn’t have gotten it more right when he gave you to Flip. His little bird had his heart and only deserved the best.

♡ You two made it back to his place and barely to the couch before you were all bare skin and pretty nails. Flip was pressing kisses into every indent, curve, and scar he could find. Everything about you was so perfect.

♡ Your night was slow and drug out, Flip’s body and your body slotting together with such chemistry it made your heart hot.

♡ And in the morning, Flip gave you a little opal necklace.

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"lipstick's a good look on you." For Charlie

♡ Charlie loved when you wore lipstick.

♡ He would try to guess the shade you were wearing in his head as you two walked together, to the park, the grocery store, the theater.

♡ The prettiest ones were the reds, and he imagined them in rings around his cock. Bonus points if it was smudged all over your face by the time you’d be pulling him out of your mouth.

♡ He loved watching you sit at your vanity and get ready. The way your mouth formed that slight O to apply it.

♡ And you knew just how crazy it made him. And you always found a way to subtly find out the ones he liked.

♡ Maybe you took him makeup shopping, only buying one or two lipsticks at a time. Always making sure to pick up the shades he eyes for a while longer than the others.

♡ If you left kisses on his chest in the morning, making sure to leave bright red prints all along his skin, you wouldn’t tell. He got to wear your kisses all day until he got home, where he could wear them right where he wanted them. Whether it ruined his shirt throughout the day or not.

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♡ After a particularly long week, you noticed Dan starting to wear down. His eyes looked a little heavier and his voice wasn’t as happy when he saw you.

♡ So on Monday, you had a plan.

♡ You packed his lunch for work, including a little heart shaped sticky note on his sandwich bag. You put some cheesy pun on it and I love you at the bottom.

♡ While Daniel was on his way home from work— late— you really got to work. You had dinner cooking, so he’d be able to eat something fresh and not just leftovers. You ran him a bath with your favorite muscle soothing bath salts and that pretty bath bomb he liked.

♡ He appreciated every second of it. He enjoyed getting a hot meal with you. He enjoyed relaxing in the bath while you scrubbed his scalp and ran your fingernails over his chest. He loved moments like this.

♡ And maybe later that night when you were wearing that pretty pink blush silk teddy— he was ready to go. With every drag of his hips and every time “you’re such a good boy, Daniel.” fell from your lips, his bad week seemed to fade away.

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♡ You didn’t know anything about cards and games and comics but here you were, standing in the middle of a hobby store. Your purse clutched to your side as your friends went about looking through the aisles and tables to pick up the new treasures they’d love to have.

♡ You looked through the cases, quietly excusing yourself to the blonde man at the end of the counter. He just nodded at you and turned his head to watch you walk around him.

♡ You could hear that man’s deep voice asking for cards from the case as you gathered a few comics in your arms. You thought they’d make decent gifts for your crazed friend group. You then heard his voice behind you, “I’m Matt.”

♡ You just turn and introduce yourself. “I’m sorry if that’s a bit forward.” Matt would smile. It was a dorky smile. But you didn’t mind. “Do you wanna get breakfast some time?”

♡ You raised an eyebrow, unsure of what to think about him at first. But you were quickly persuaded by the smile on his face and you nodded. You both exchanged numbers and you gave him a squeeze on the arm before you checked out. 

♡ You texted back and forth for a week, before you two met for breakfast on a Saturday. You learned that Matt liked waffles more than pancakes. That he was married to a girl he barely knew (drunkenly) and divorced really young, he hadn’t seen or spoken to her since.

♡ You told him you worked as a dental receptionist, detailing that you’d been single most of your adult life and the only thing you loved coming home to was your cat, Delilah.

♡ Matt loved getting to know you, blushing all the way to his ears when you complimented him. He suggested another breakfast date the following morning, if you’d be able to meet him. 

♡ You pretended to check your calendar, smiling over at him brightly. You promised him you’d meet him for breakfast and he paid for your meal, mumbling something about being a gentleman and there was a new found pep in his step.

♡ And just maybe you were looking forward to this next date as well. 

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Happy Valentine’s Day, Cece! I hope you have a wonderful day 🥰🙌🏻💝 I’m wondering if I could please request some Charlie for today 💕 with the prompt: bubble bath

Thank you! Happy Valentine’s Day to you too, Gillian!

I looked through my account for the specific bubble bath prompt on the 25 Valentine’s Day Asks for a refresher? But I couldn’t find it so I have no idea if you wanted something really specific. But I came up with this inspired by a bubble bath and I hope you like it! I think Charlie’s really cute in this ❤️

♡ You relax back against Charlie’s chest, book in your hand as you let the water swirl around your bodies. He was breathing slowly as some oldies song was playing on the stereo, a beer in his hand hung outside of the tub.

♡ You two didn’t have anything special planned today, you said you’d be happy to just have the day with him. Which he gladly gave you. You did face masks and painted each other’s nails— even if yours looked awful, you still loved them.

♡ But right here, as the warm water was steaming around you, Charlie’s solid body behind you, and the bubbles popping every now and again, you felt at peace. You weren’t getting anywhere in the book you were reading, because every move Charlie made sent your head reeling.

♡ “We need a bigger tub.” His voice was low. He didn’t wanna break the atmosphere you’d created. Lights off, just enjoying yourselves in the glow of the candles. “Can do this more often.”

♡ you loved the intimacy you could have without feeling the need to fuck each other senseless, not that you’d protest that at all. But sometimes it was just nice to spend time together without the cleanup and aftercare.

♡ Charlie pressed a kiss against the back of your neck, which sent shivers down to the base of your spine. You turned your head to look at him, his eyes were closed and his head was leaned back against the porcelain. He’d moved to place the bottle down onto the floor flat so he didn’t drop it and he might have drifted off for a moment.

♡ He enjoyed every second he could soak up your presence, and if that was in the bath after his long flight back from LA, then so be it. There were bubbles fluttering up his chest, stopping at the base of his neck where he’d been slumped into the water.

♡ You rinsed off his body and your body, he just smiled the entire time.

♡ Once you two were dressed, maybe Charlie brushed out and braided your hair for you. Maybe he loved doing it after your baths together.

♡ When you crawled into bed, after the lamps had been shut off and you'd shared a goodnight kiss, that beer had long been forgotten on the bathroom floor.

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New follower here. I love your writing! I have never gotten into Valentine's Day beyond the grade school cards. How would Flip turn that around? ❤

Thank you! I really appreciate that! And I hope this makes you happy! ❤️

♡ Flip always wanted Valentine’s Day to be special for you. He tried to outdo himself every year, knowing that today was one of the only days he’d be able to get outta the department and just be with you.

♡ Flip planned everything down to the smallest details. Everything clichè, he absolutely lived for.

♡ He left you chocolates and flowers on the dresser, laid out a pretty red dress and some wool stockings for you to wear, and maybe he picked that pretty opal necklace you wore on your first date together.

♡ Maybe he planned a long car ride outside of Colorado Springs, towards Pikes Peak. You two ate your picnic outside off the hiking trail, shivering and laughing and warming up with each other’s body heat. You couldn’t fathom why he brought you out here in this weather, but he was excited for your date so, why not?

♡ After lunch, you two drove some more back towards Colorado Springs, to a little corner store right outside of town. You two searched and searched and smiled as you picked out cards for one another. Flip read through each one and the corners of his lips turned up into a smile when he found the perfect one.

♡ Back at home, maybe he handed you a box of pretty red lingerie. And maybe when you changed into it, he wanted to take his time unwrapping you as his perfect Valentine’s Day gift.

♡ He pressed kisses on every inch and every curve of your body, letting his hands follow the trail he left. He never missed an opportunity to let you know how much he loved you, little bird. He wanted you to feel how much he did.

♡ And maybe that’s why Flip cares so much about Valentine’s Day. He wants to show his partner how much he truly cares and wants them in his life. You’re so perfect for him and he wants you to know it.

♡ and so does that little velvet box in his side table.

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♡ Your flower shop was broken into on a Monday. The place was absolutely trashed and you sighed, digging out your phone to get someone here as soon as possible.

♡ Less than ten minutes later, the same lanky cop that came in to get one rose every Friday, right before closing, showed up. You assumed it was when his shift ended but you never failed to see him every week.

♡ You knew his name was Ronnie, from the credit card he used every time. But he introduced himself as Officer Peterson.

♡ He took your report and said that they’d take a look and gather what they can before the place can be cleaned up and you just let out a heavy sigh. You didn’t want to sit at home until their minute investigation was over.

♡ Officer Peterson must’ve realized that at your tension. “Why don’t we get you something to eat?” He suggested, turning them both towards the diner across the street.

♡ You two sat and had coffee with sandwiches. Worried by the unprofessionalism, you prompted him that you’d let him get back to work but he insisted. Taking care of the vics is part of the job, sweetheart. 

�� You thanked Ronnie for lunch and parted ways with a handshake, and that following Friday he showed up to ask for another rose and maybe he brought you the sandwich you’d ordered from the diner earlier in the week.

♡ You two chatted for a bit and you found out that Ronnie has the really odd hobby of drying roses to put in his shadow boxes. He loves when he can find different colored ones. He gives them as gifts to his mom. You told him you always enjoyed when he came in, to visit or as a customer. You even invited him to come around more.

♡ Before he left he invited you out to lunch that Sunday. You agreed and you were pretty much inseparable from there. 

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Baseball Clyde HCs

♡ you loved Clyde playing baseball.

♡ The bottoms were black and the top was a deep shade of burgundy with white letters spelling out your high school’s name sprawled across the chest, only to be broken up by the buttons to close it up. It had the number 22 on the back with Logan written above it.

♡ He originally was given the number 13, but pitched a bitch fit about it until he got a new one. The Logan family curse wasn’t biting his ass this early.

♡ You loved sitting in the stands as Clyde squatted down behind the mound, adorning the appropriate gear to not get knocked senseless if someone missed a ball.

♡ When he stood up after a catch to throw the ball back, he’d make sure to shoot his gaze in your direction. You knew he was winking, but you couldn’t see it well under the mask.

♡ Clyde had one hell of a swing, back then. But even with his baseball success, nobody let him live up to Jimmy’s football career.

♡ Clyde would walk off the field after a game and straight to you. For comfort if they lost and a kiss if they’d won. You didn’t mind either way. They won more than they lost anyway.

♡ Sometimes you’d celebrate as quietly as you could in Clyde’s bedroom. Sipping on Mama and daddy Logan’s liquor getting you both good and loose. Clyde would always cough when he’d hear a knock on his door, eyes drawing away from your lips around his cock, up to the door with his mother on the other side. She’d wish him Goodnight and he’d just hold your head still as he told her as well.

♡ He just couldn’t resist the way he felt when you’d pull him real close and tell him good game, sweetheart. 

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Tall Boy HCs

♡  Clyde is tall. And he’s always been self-conscious about it, until he met you.

♡  Now he’s all a gaggle of limbs and climbing over you, pinning you under his weight to get you to laugh and smile. 

♡  He secretly loves when you wrap your arms around him and ask, “have you gotten taller?”

♡  No other girl has made him feel this special about his height and the broadness of his shoulders. Nobody has just loved how big he was and he thought that that was pretty special about the two of you.

♡  In high school, Clyde was on the junior varsity baseball team, and walked more than he hit due to the pitcher always getting the strike box wrong due to his height.

♡  You sat through every game and reminded him, it’s cool, honey. Don’t worry. You’ll get a hit in eventually. When someone actually knows how to pitch. 

♡  You knew Clyde loved to lie on the couch with you after a long shift at Duck Tape, his body slotting between your legs with his head on your chest. His feet and lower legs would hang off the edge of the couch and it just made you chuckle.

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♡ The first night you stayed with Daniel, his apartment was ten times colder than you would’ve thought it’d be. He apologized a dozen times over when he let you both in— saying he hadn’t been there in a few days.

♡ He turned the heat up and asked if you wanted to make dinner together or just order in, you both chose the latter.

♡ After a few steaming pieces of pizza, Daniel was determined to show you The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari and you were just as confused at the start as you were throughout the entire thing. Daniel just smiled, he wanted to share his “hobby” with you.

♡ Maybe you kissed Daniel whilst you were sitting on the couch and he just followed suit with you. Maybe you shoved your tongue in his mouth, just to hear that little whine that always came from the back of his throat.

♡ When Daniel flicked the lamp out and you two went into his bedroom, he unbuttoned his shirt and stripped his bottoms off. He dipped into the bathroom and shut the door behind him. When you changed into your pjs, you caught sight of a few of the art pieces Daniel had on the wall. You recognized the shadow boxes of flowers.

♡ You both crawled into bed, awkwardly lying on your back on your respective sides of the bed. “You can lay closer.” Daniel whispered after a bit, not wanting to intrude on your boundaries. But that’s the only thing you needed to roll over into his waiting arm and curl up against his chest.

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What the Boys Call You & What You Call Them

Clyde: Clyde calls you every single endearing name he can think of. You don’t think he’s ever actually used your first name. But he’s particularly fond of Honeybee. You’ve always loved calling Clyde, sweetheart. His cheeks get all hot and he blushes red up to his ears and down into his chest. He also loves the ode you give to his earlier years with slugger. 

Flip: Your Flip’s little bird. He’s whispering Birdie into your ear whenever he can before he asks you a question. You’ve always loved the name, you’d earned it on a date in the very beginning of your relationship and it’s stuck like glue. You loved using his full first name, since it got under his skin in the cutest of ways. When you’d get irritated by the simple things, such as Flip not putting your leftovers from dinner in Tupperware and instead just putting the whole pan in the fridge, you’d shout Phillip and his face would go hot. 

Sackler: Kid. Adam couldn’t get through the day without calling you the name at least a dozen times every two hours, it seemed. You never used pet names with Adam. It just never occurred to you to use them and Adam never seemed to mind. Just whispering an Adam into his ear in the morning would make him smile a mile wide. When you’d yell Sackler at him when he continuously tried to piss you off, he’d duck into your shared bedroom, knowing he’d get it later. 

Daniel: Daniel is a sweetheart, a film nerd. He knew cinema like the back of his hand, although he didn’t have the time for it like he’d like. You always called Daniel, Dan or Danny. Maybe you’d even call him my love, when he really needed the lovings. Daniel always called you some sort of variation of Peach. Sweet Peach, Peaches, Peach; was all fair game to Danny boy. 

Charlie: Charlie’s little muffin. That's it. That’s the tweet lol. Charlie was your Love Bug. 

Ronnie: You were Ronnie’s little pumpkin. It was an ode to your October anniversary. During your bedroom talk, you always called Ronnie, Officer Peterson. On day to day, although you’d never tell him, you referred to him as your songbird. To his face, you called him sweetheart. 

Rick: Inspired by Rick’s travels and a photograph of a few deer that you absolutely treasured, he’d taken to calling you Bambi. You called Rick, Ricki or Froggy. Which had a whole story to itself that you were just as embarrassed to tell as he was hearing it. 

Phillip: Pussycat started off as a joke. It was never meant to be a pet name, per se, but there you were. Ironically and sarcastically being called a name that made your core tight and your underwear wet. You adopted calling him Philly. And sometimes when you wanted to throw in a lame joke, it would be Philly cheese steak. 

Matt: Matt always used your first name until you stayed over for the first time. The sunlight was coming through the window of his bedroom and hitting you just right, you’ve been Sunshine ever since. You always called Matt, Matty and the more uncommon, Matthew if you were pissed. On game nights you’d call him doll face just to hear the onslaught of whip noises and whistles from his friends and see the blush creep up Matt’s neck. 

Kylo: Kylo always, always, always, called you Princess. no ifs, ands, or buts. Using his name always held more weight than any sort of pet name you could give him. But he did enjoy hearing the simple ones; babe, lovely, sweetheart, honey, and baby fall from your lips. 

Ben: Ben loved making it known that you were heaven sent. That’s where Angel came from. You would blush and smile and hit him on the shoulder when he’d mutter it to you. He loved hearing, bub in your voice. When you’d call it from the kitchen, he’d smile brightly and get up to see just what you needed from him. 

Jude: Jude loved calling you baby, but not as much as he loved calling you Dove. On your first date, you two fed pigeons in the park, where you both saw two little doves sitting a bit away from you. You mentioned that doves mate for life and since then Jude hasn’t used your real name. Sometimes you’d call him, Judie, no one had ever called him that before and it’d always bring a smile to his face after his initial protest of; “Judie’s a girls name.”