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o 625 words to know in your target language o

There is a really interesting blog called "Fluent Forever" that aids foreign language learners in tricks, tips and techniques to guide them to achieving fluency "quickly" and efficiently. One of the tricks is to learn these 625 vocab words in your target language, that way you have a basis to start delving into grammar with ease as you can understand a lot of vocab right off the bat. Plus this list of words are common across the world and will aid you in whatever language you are learning. Here is the list in thematic order

• Animal: dog, cat, fish, bird, cow, pig, mouse, horse, wing, animal

• Transportation: train, plane, car, truck, bicycle, bus, boat, ship, tire, gasoline, engine, (train) ticket, transportation

• Location: city, house, apartment, street/road, airport, train station, bridge hotel, restaurant, farm, court, school, office, room, town, university, club, bar, park, camp, store/shop, theater, library, hospital, church, market, country (USA,

France, etc.), building, ground, space (outer space), bank, location

• Clothing: hat, dress, suit, skirt, shirt, T-shirt, pants, shoes, pocket, coat, stain, clothing

• Color: red, green, blue (light/dark), yellow, brown, pink, orange, black, white, gray, color

• People: son, daughter, mother, father, parent (= mother/father), baby, man, woman, brother, sister, family, grandfather, grandmother, husband, wife, king, queen, president, neighbor, boy, girl, child (= boy/girl), adult (= man/woman), human (# animal), friend (Add a friend's name), victim, player, fan, crowd, person

• Job: Teacher, student, lawyer, doctor, patient, waiter, secretary, priest, police, army, soldier, artist, author, manager, reporter, actor, job

• Society: religion, heaven, hell, death, medicine, money, dollar, bill, marriage, wedding, team, race (ethnicity), sex (the act), sex (gender), murder, prison, technology, energy, war, peace, attack, election, magazine, newspaper, poison, gun, sport, race (sport), exercise, ball, game, price, contract, drug, sign, science, God

• Art. band, song, instrument (musical), music, movie, art

• Beverages: coffee, tea, wine, beer, juice, water, milk, beverage

• Food: egg, cheese, bread, soup, cake, chicken, pork, beef, apple, banana orange, lemon, corn, rice, oil, seed, knife, spoon, fork, plate, cup, breakfast, lunch, dinner, sugar, salt, bottle, food

• Home: table, chair, bed, dream, window, door, bedroom, kitchen, bathroom, pencil, pen, photograph, soap, book, page, key, paint, letter, note, wall, paper, floor, ceiling, roof, pool, lock, telephone, garden, yard, needle, bag, box, gift, card, ring, tool

• Electronics: clock, lamp, fan, cell phone, network, computer, program (computer), laptop, screen, camera, television, radio

• Body: head, neck, face, beard, hair, eye, mouth, lip, nose, tooth, ear, tear (drop), tongue, back, toe, finger, foot, hand, leg, arm, shoulder, heart, blood, brain, knee, sweat, disease, bone, voice, skin, body

• Nature: sea, ocean, river, mountain, rain, snow, tree, sun, moon, world, Earth, forest, sky, plant, wind, soil/earth, flower, valley, root, lake, star, grass, leaf, air, sand, beach, wave, fire, ice, island, hill, heat, nature

• Materials: glass, metal, plastic, wood, stone, diamond, clay, dust, gold, copper, silver, material

• Math/Measurements: meter, centimeter, kilogram, inch, foot, pound, half, circle, square, temperature, date, weight, edge, corner

• Misc Nouns: map, dot, consonant, vowel, light, sound, yes, no, piece, pain, injury, hole, image, pattern, noun, verb, adjective

• Directions: top, bottom, side, front, back, outside, inside, up, down, left, right, straight, north, south, east, west, direction

• Seasons: Summer, Spring, Winter, Fall, season

• Numbers: 0, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20 21, 22, 30, 31, 32, 40, 41, 42, 50, 51, 52, 60, 61, 62, 70, 71, 72, 80, 81, 82, 90, 91, 92, 100, 101, 102, 110, 111, 1000, 1001, 10000, 100000, million, billion, 1st, 2nd, 3rd, 4th, 5th, number

• Months: January, February, March, April, May, June, July, August, September, October, November, December

• Days of the week: Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday

• Time: year, month, week, day, hour, minute, second, morning, afternoon, evening, night, time

• Verbs: work, play, walk, run, drive, fly, swim, go, stop, follow, think, speak/say, eat, drink, kill, die, smile, laugh, cry, buy, pay, sell, shoot(a gun), learn, jump, smell, hear (a sound), listen (music), taste, touch, see (a bird), watch (TV), kiss, burn, melt, dig, explode, sit, stand, love, pass by, cut, fight, lie down, dance, sleep, wake up, sing, count, marry, pray, win, lose, mix/stir, bend, wash, cook, open, close, write, call, turn, build, teach, grow, draw, feed, catch, throw, clean, find, fall, push, pull, carry, break, wear, hang, shake, sign, beat, lift

• Adjectives: long, short (long), tall, short (vs tall), wide, narrow, big/large, small/little, slow, fast, hot, cold, warm, cool, new, old (new), young, old (young), weak, dead, alive, heavy, light (heavy), dark, light (dark), nuclear, famous

[evermoresversion]

dating corbyn besson would include.

TW: Suggestive content.

First of all, his love languages are physical touch, words of affirmation and quality time.

He always asks you to paint his nails or if you do your own on acrylics he will want the same design in gelish.

He always wants to combine everything with you.

Whether it's clothes, nail art, accessories, whatever.

Lots of gifts, whether they are small details or cards that he make by hand.

There was one time when he wrote you a little poem on a napkin when you were on a date night.

When he writes songs you are the first one he shows them to.

Loves you too much.

He dedicates songs to you.

Anything, gift or whatever you give him, he keeps in a box that he has in his apartment.

When you no longer want to walk, he carries you on his back.

He lets you dye his hair.

He definitely uses your boobs as his personal pillow after a long day.

He adores, no, he loves you stroking his hair when you're both about to sleep.

You accompany him with the boys to record in the studio.

You are Daniel's best friend.

Him making jokes to you and you bothering about it.

When someone in an interview mentions you, he immediately start smiling.

Him being a great simp for you.

The boys teasing him about it.

All the parts that he plays in love songs and he has to write, he does it with you in mind.

Faithful believer that both are made for each other and will never end.

He is capable of telling you that he is pregnant if you ever think about breaking up with him.

With his antics you never get bored.

He always insists that both of you should sleep together.

Or he also insists that you should shower together to "save water".

Which brings us to shower sex if you accept his proposal.

But if you don't accept, he'll pout and cling to you like a flea and look at you with pleading eyes for you to accept.

When the two of you are together in a crowded place, he keeps you next to him or within his line of sight so he doesn't lose you.

He lets you do your makeup or skincare routine on him.

He steals food from your plate.

He would adopt a puppy to be your son.

Night talks about what your future together would be like.

He is excited to talk about what your ideal wedding of both would be like.

He always tries to get you to accompany him on all his tours.

But when you can't or you have something to do, you always receive him at the airport.

After each concert you wait for him backstage, when he sees you he hugs you strongly grateful for having you in his life to share his achievements.

Lots of kisses on the forehead.

Quickies between rehearsals or sound check.

The boys know what you do when you both disappear together.

The fans adore you and accept you as their boy's girl.

Beautiful edits of both on TikTok.

Your social media of both are full of your relationship.

Ashley, his sister, adores you.

And also all his family.

Whenever they have a family reunion or travel, his mother asks Corbyn to invite you.

Ashley having a fanpage about your relationship with her brother.

And she has also proclaimed herself as the president of the fan club of your relationship.

Him acting like a little kid around you.

You are definitely the woman he wants to spend the rest of his life with.

Make your requests.

[tyranasauruslex]

any valentines romanlukas prompts?? who’s more of a sweet tooth and one doesn’t?

I love questions like this :)

Flowers

This is Lukas's domain, although he'd rather give them than receive them - dead flowers are a bit too much of a trigger for him. Their first year he sticks with tradition and opts for giant bunch of Swedish roses. The second year they spend apart so he spends weeks researching different flowers and their meanings, sending Roman a huge bunch of Carnations, Roses, Camellia and peonies. It becomes their thing after that - Lukas doing his flower arranging and Roman having to guess the meaning behind them.

Chocolates

Roman's ED is still living large so Lukas never buys him chocolates or any kind of sweets. Lukas doesn't really like chocolate either so it's not like they can share a box of chocolate between them. He will, however, devour any type of gummy sweet or salt liquorice but ones that you can only get in Sweden. Roman enlists Oskar to sneak a suitcase full of them back to New York so he can gift Lukas a Swedish sweet box for Valentines Day.

Card

I don't think either of them bother tbh. They just send each other dumb Valentines Day memes instead.

Special Gift

Whenever Roman mentions something he likes or is into, Lukas makes a note of it in his phone so he can go back to it later to figure out what the perfect gift will be. He gets a bit obsessive at times because Roman only deserves the best, as well as something he actually likes for once. Shiv thinks that this is "serial killer behaviour" but thats only because Tom got her a generic handbag for the firth year in a row whilst Roman is freaking out over his new pottery class lessons.

Now that he's out of a job Roman enters his crafting era and Lukas gets a variety of handmade gifts for Valentines Day. The first year is a little cartoon flip book, the second is a Dala Horse made out clay, the third is a hand knitted jumper, forth is a painting of the infamous fjord and the fifth is a collage he made out of their wedding flowers. Lukas keeps them all in a specially designated area of his home office that nobody is allowed to go near or touch.

[hyeitsju]

Loona on the first date!! pt.2

(Loona x FEMALE Reader)

Note(pls read!!):

I got bored so I wrote this. It’s not gonna be perfection, just a short fun thing. reader is short in this! She’s my height (4’11) but if you want Loona w taller reader, just request it! Seriously, y’all, I’m pretty sure my request box is growing cobwebs.

🐟jinsoul/jinsol🐟

(Friends to lovers here, y’all were like besties until she asked you out)

(I actually pulled this idea straight outta my ass, sorry if it sucks)

I think the first date would be a regular sleepover

It’s as if y’all are still regular friends

Playing board and card games

Eating a ton of snacks in her bed while you watch a movie

And she definitely holds your hand through the whole thing

Eventually though, you both get hungry and decide to walk to a convenience store at 2 am

You both grab WAYY too many snacks and when you go to pay, she immediately gives the cashier her card before you could even say anything

Then when you get back and get back into her bed to each the snacks

She steals almost all of yours

You both watch a sad movie like train to busan

And she definitely laughs when you cry

But still comforts you but hugging you and running her fingers through your hair

Although still letting out small giggles ever so often

After you each are done getting ready for bed you just lay down and quietly talk about random stuff while looking at each other in the dark until one of you falls asleep

I feel like she would initiate the first kiss then, when you are looking at each other while laying down in the dark

You are whispering about something random, maybe college, work, or something of the sort

And she’s just staring deep into your eyes with heart eyes and a small smile on her lips

Before she grabs your cheeks and leans in to place a passionate kiss on your lips

And would have the biggest smile on her face after, before pulling you in for a big hug with your face in her neck

Finally falling asleep

🦇choerry/yerim🦇

(Y’all already knew each other and talked occasionally before you started dating for this)

I feel like she’d def take you to an aquarium for the first date

Holding hands while walking through every exhibit

She definitely does all of the talking, she just can’t help it

But after you reciprocated her energy, she’s over the moon

Constant rambles about how much she likes you and how she’s so happy you like her back

Gives you kisses like it’s NOTHING

And is all confused when you’re suprised

Excited yells when she finds cute animals

You already know she’s looking at pictures of a flapjack octopus and saying “I want one!!”

Honestly same

SOOO many polaroid photos of you and pictures posted on her instagram

If you told someone that day that her instagram account is a fan account for you, they’d believe you

Is already planning your wedding in her mind

When you reach the end of the exhibit and see the gift shop, she buys you so much stuff from there it’s actually insane

Afterwards she drives you to a ice cream shop and you both eat ice cream in her car while watching YouTube videos on your phone until the sky turns dark

Is all pouty when your dorm mates start texting you, reminding you that it’s almost curfew

After you get out of the car she’s already texting you details about the next date

🦢yves/sooyoung🦢

IM OBSESSED WITH THIS YVES AKSJHD

I feel like y’all would go to a pottery class together

Is so focused

She chooses to make a mug while you go with one of those flat bowls (idk what they’re called fr)

Hers would def be the best out of everyone else’s

Helping you out on yours

After teasing you for needing help, ofc

Chatting as you work on the pottery pieces

It’s mostly hee listening to you, tho

Mostly because she’s way too focused on shaping her piece

But also because she loves listening to your voice

Constantly complimenting you, just to make you blush

When your pieces are done you come back a few days later to paint and glaze it (idk how long, I googled and everyone told me smth diff so I chose this)

You both give your pieces to each other to paint

So your painting her mug and she’s painting your bowl

She sooo does the little (S+?) thingy at the bottom😭😭

Loves the design you do, constantly complimenting it

When she gets it back she will cherish it

Never lets anyone use it, it just sits on her nightstand untouched except for when she occasionally cleans it from dust every few days

Whenever someone asks where she got it from she goes on a whole rant about how you’re the best gf and made it for her (even tho she made the mug)

🐧chuu/jiwoo🐧

Okay, this is actually so cute but hee showing you around her hometown for the first date ahhhh!!!

She would start at some stores she often goes to, happily chatting with any people who happen to recognize her

Then going to her favorite café

Ordering you her usual and staring excitedly as you eat it, waiting for your opinion

Squealed so loud you swear your ears will burst when she hears that you like it

“I know!! It’s so good, right!”

Next she goes down her neighborhood, stopping at her house to visit her family who happily greet you

Making you stay to eat something quickly, asking you so many questions

Very welcoming, though

Automatically they take you in as their child

After that, she takes you to the park at the end of the street

Sitting on the bench with you while holding your hand and giggling together as you both watch the kids play

Eventually you have to go, sending you off to the bus back home with a huge pout and a bone crushing hug

Already blowing up your phone before the bus even leaves the station

🦋gowon/chaewon🦋

Y’all would go to a café

Specifically, a café that she is a regular at

She introduces you to the owner of the small coffee shop, who she has grown close, who’s delighted to see you

Having already heard Gowon mention you about a million times

Which he makes sure to mention to you in front of Gowon who smacks her shoulder before giving you a tight and embarrassed smile

She orders her regular and the owner brings you out a few deserts and a coffee on the house

Thanking you for making Gowon happy

You two talk about anything and everything

You find out quickly that you two are extremely similar

She of course teases you occasionally when she gets more comfortable

Which makes you blush and smile at the same time, happy she’s being more like herself

Initiates hand holding and what not

Often putting her hand on your thigh when she laughs

Or having an arm around your waist just because she can

It makes her smile big but it also makes her heart race in nervousness

The conversation continues, even after your cups are empty and your stomachs are full

Eventually it gets late and the shop has to close

So you head out and walk around to a park where you talk about random stuff as you sit on the swing sets under the moonlight

Your roommate eventually comes to pick you up, sadly

You reluctantly go, giving Gowon a hug and reaching up to give her a kiss on the cheek which gives her a heart attack

She’s standing there holding her cheek for the next 5 after you leave

Frantically texting her friends as she walks back home with a huge grin on her face

🐺hyeju🐺

(You knew each other through mutual friends and she was already in love with you, like, a year prior to finally asking you out Yves forced her)

SHE LOOKED TEW FINE HERE, ITS LIKE SHE WANTED ME DEAD

Just a chill at home date at her dorm

Super quiet at first

She doesn’t wanna mess anything up,

Even tho you’ve told her countless times that you love her for her and that she doesn’t need to hold herself back when she’s with you

Is sooo happy when Gureum loves you

Cuz he’s basically her child

Just listening to you talk about switching dog food brands like it’s the most interesting thing in the world 😭😭

With the biggest heart eyes in the world, you can almost see the outline of her eyes shifting to creat the hearts

Constantly staring at you as if she’s lost in your beauty

Which she probably is

I mean, look at you

Your stunning

Eventually when you notice her lack of conversation or movement you suggest playing video games with her

Because you know she loves that

That’s what gets her to loosen up and actually start making jokes that make you laugh

A laugh that she has quickly fallen in love with

Once she notices, however, that you’re getting a bit sad that you have yet to win a single game

She lets you choose one and lets you win it

Pretending to be upset whilst you jump up in happiness

Holding back a smile at the sight of yours

Ordering food for the both of you to eat while watching a tv show.

At the end of the night she decides to walk you to your dorm seeing as you only live the floor above hers

And then looks like she’s having a heat stroke when you give her a kiss on the cheek

Acting like she didn’t like it even though, secretly, she’s wanting more of them from you

Actually kinda sad once your gone

Spends the rest of the night about you

More specifically, the way you make her feel..

Note:

This actually took way longer than I thought but I actually think I did good on this for once.

I hope y’all like it!! Please remember to request, seriously, I don’t mind!!!

[zenasflower]

Gifts For Every Occasion

Gifting is a great way to show love and appreciation for family and friends. But sometimes, it’s difficult to find the right present for an occasion.

Whether you’re shopping for the minimalist friend who loves experiences over stuff or the creative person in your life, there are tons of unique gifts to choose from.

Birthdays

It’s hard to beat the excitement of opening up a gift. As adults, birthdays can still be a great time to surprise someone with something they’ll love and use.

For close friends, we recommend spending somewhere between $25-$75. This is a good guideline if you’re looking to show how much you care without going overboard.

For example, if your friend is a host, a stylish glass wine bottle cooler or a set of matching table linens could be just what they need to make their next party a success. If they’re a flower lover, you can even buy them an on-theme gift like a wearable sherpa throw blanket or a two-in-one flower press.

Anniversaries

Anniversaries are special milestones that mark the passage of time. They can be celebrated in a variety of ways, depending on personal preferences and customs. Gifts for occasion are a great way to honor this occasion and to show your partner how much you love them.

There are a lot of different gift options for every anniversary. Some are traditional and some are modern, but they all should be meaningful. For example, for the first year, the traditional gift is paper and the modern alternative is a clock.

For the couple that loves to take pictures, a stylish photo display would be the perfect gift. This one can store up to 30 photos and has a heart-shaped design that will make them smile every time they use it.

Diwali

The Diwali holiday is a celebration of light and prosperity. It’s also a time for family and friends to gather together. In preparation for this festive season, many Hindus clean and declutter their homes in anticipation of the goddess Lakshmi’s visit. She is believed to bring wealth and prosperity if she finds a clean, welcoming place.

Gifts that encourage creativity are always well-received, such as this art and craft kit for kids or adults that includes everything needed to make a beautiful handmade creation. Another thoughtful gift is a scented candle from Raw Nature that’s made with sacred petals.

This specially curated gift box comes with a henna hand-painted tea light holder, a clay diya for auspicious lighting, and a personalized card. Add a box of a favorite snack to round out the package, like barbecue peanuts, everything seasoned nuts, or sweet ‘n’ spicy snacks.

Baby showers

A baby shower is a unique celebration that honors a woman and her journey into motherhood. Traditionally, gifts for this occasion are practical, such as diapers or newborn clothes. However, many new parents also want to give their child a memorable gift.

A gift from the heart is always appropriate. Asking guests to bring a personal gift shows you care, and it can also help them find the perfect present. Alternatively, you can request no Gifts for occasion Liverpool on the invitation and let guests know that they are welcome to attend anyway.

For a fun, DIY activity at a baby shower, ask guests to write a wish for the mother-tobe on a small rock. These personalized rocks will be a lasting keepsake and make for a fun conversation piece.

Weddings

Wedding gifts are often a bit of a mystery when it comes to what and when to buy. According to etiquette experts, it's appropriate for guests to spend up to $200 on a gift. They also recommend sending it as close to the wedding day as possible, so that it arrives before or during their big day.

If you know the couple well, a personalized gift can be a thoughtful choice. You can choose from a variety of options that incorporate their initials or a special date, such as this engraved tumbler.

Gin lovers will love this subscription, which sends them a bottle of craft gin along with tonics, garnishes and sweet and savoury treats. Each box is a little surprise that will give them something to look forward to each month.

[hhbridgertonau]

7 - The Picture of Devotion

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The opera house didn’t look quite right in Daleon’s eyes. Against the stagnant fireworks of the bright candle lights, the faces of the theater-goers were distorted and blurry, far from appearing like human faces and more like flesh-colored shadows dressed in decadence. Daleon’s gaze flew to the stage, watching the actors and their mouths open wide. She heard nothing. No sweet song, no high or low pitched vibrato. The world seemed as still as a painting, as quiet as midnight.

Suddenly, the shadows around her stood and clapped. Their applause thundered strangely against each other like weak, muffled drums. As quickly as they began, they ceased. The lights of the boxes in the theater flickered in succession until her box remained the only one lit. For a moment, she thought she was alone.

Something fuzzy lifted her hand, fleeting and barely there. She looked up and a shadow towered over her. Its silhouette looked familiar, and she relaxed in its presence. Despite the empty blackness in its face, she could feel it staring. It lowered its head to plant a soft kiss on the back of her bare hand. When did her gloves come off? She watched in amazement at the shadow, senses keenly attuned to the thin lips pressing against her skin. Even the slightest movement sent goosebumps ripple up her arm, weakening her knees. Its breath tickled her.

The shadow lifted its face, and Daleon froze. Her face was mere inches away from the face of Gabriel Driscol.

Daleon tried not to think of the dream as she entered the drawing room. Though every time she pictured his eyes, she shuddered. They were expecting callers soon, and frankly, she was grateful that she hadn’t run out since she and Gab had become the article of rumors for a while. A few bouquets of flowers and gift boxes of varying sizes with colorful ribbons lay atop a table from the callers, who were too busy to see her that morning. She reached out for the cards on each of them, noting those who sent something in relatively larger boxes.

Along the sofas where their guests were to sit, Daleon’s eye caught a plate of sugar cookies. She quickly snatched one.

“Ah-ah,” said Zaheer, who took the pastry from her fingers. “You haven’t had your breakfast yet.”

“Whether I have one now or after breakfast shouldn’t matter, should it?” Daleon pouted, squishing her cheeks against the butler’s shoulder as he fussed over lining the doilies over small plates. “You only ever make your sugar cookies when we have guests.”

“If you ever wanted sugar cookies, all you had to do was ask,” he chuckled, reluctantly placing the cookie in Daleon’s mouth. It wouldn’t have been sanitary to feed it to guests.

“Besides, I made you muffins this morning,”

The little gasp of delight that came from Daleon was most unfitting for a lady. But when it came to Zaheer Hawthorne’s craftsmanship for baked goods, some childish expressions had to be excused. As she sat to enjoy her morning treats with a glass of milk and a drizzle of honey, Dancel, Ergon, and Peggy joined her.

“Peggy, where were you? You didn’t join us at the opera last night,”

“A-apologies, Daleon.” He stuttered. His cheeks turned red. “But you know I don’t like the opera. And I heard Angela Stewart was there, so I wanted to avoid her as much as possible…”

“Angela Stewart, why?” It seemed their house was beginning to pay more attention to her than Daleon. “Are you interested in her too?”

“W-what? No. Why would I be?”

“Well, Ergon was with her last night. He offered his arm even when no one had introduced her,”

“That is…rather shocking,”

“Isn’t it? I didn’t think Ergon would be brave enough. Why did you do what you did?”

“She…didn’t look like she wanted to go with Lord Reagan,” said Ergon. “I acted on impulse.”

Daleon rushed over to take her brother’s hand. “Ergon, you shouldn’t deny yourself the opportunity to find a wife. I’d be excited to have a sister. And two weddings are more fun than one!”

“Goodness, if I had known I would be giving my twins away so soon, I would have made more effort for us to spend time together.” Dancel laughed.

Ergon’s brows furrowed, embarrassed by both his sister and guardian. “I have no intention of getting married. It was just an act of impulse. It won’t happen again.”

Dancel patted the boy’s head in reassurance. “You do not have to impede your own happiness to keep us happy. You’re allowed to be selfish,”

Ergon nodded.

“Now Daleon, am I to hand a gentleman your dowry anytime soon?”

Daleon folded her hands on her lap, fingers tracing patterns against the satin of her morning dress.

“I’m not sure,” she said. Her current callers were lovely, but after Fauta, none of them made her feel the way she wanted to feel. “I honestly don’t know what to look for.”

“What about Gabriel Driscol?” Zaheer asked. “Lady Nightbloom seems to enjoy speculating about you two.”

Even her ruse with Gabriel was more consistent and convincing - if the dream was anything to go by.

“His grace and I…get along I suppose,.

She couldn’t say he was unbearable. But the man always had some criticism for anyone and everyone, even for the members of his own household, as if he himself was free from human flaws. No one was perfect, but to be blatantly shamed for their imperfections and desires was a ghastly thing to hear from a man with such an angelic face.

She loathed to say the position of Duke got to his head. But just as Daleon did not believe all marriages were merely founded on assets, and that happily-ever-afters existed, she knew there was more to Gab than he presented himself to be. What was more, she did not want to deny that she was enjoying his company, even if it would end in a fruitless endeavor.

She shook her head. “I’ll know when…I’ll know. Someday. ”

“Hopefully, that day will be today,” said Zaheer with some cheer in his tone. “Your callers have arrived.”

Gab’s occasional display of interest truly stoked the competitive fire between Daleon’s callers. Although perhaps they had overdone their game. The gentlemen tried to outdo each other, showing off with their bouts of poetry and music. Daleon might as well have run a saloon. Their efforts paled compared to Dancel’s playing of the violin and the harp. Still, she applauded their efforts and smiled courteously.

She didn’t mind the noise and festivities too much. She was more nervous about what was to come, or whether it would.

Zaheer suddenly whispered to her. “I’m sorry to interrupt, but the Duke of Edengrove has arrived with a gift,”

Daleon stood a little too eagerly. She really thought he wouldn’t do it. But there he was by the door of their drawing room, followed by what Daleon could have only described as the biggest bouquet of pale pink roses, forget-me-nots, and daisies she’d ever seen. Where was Zaheer going to find a vase big enough? It covered most of the footman’s body, presenting the amusing image of a flower bouquet with two long legs.

She overheard some of the callers who had gathered waiting for her. Some came up with rapid excuses to leave, and some decided to drop their flowers on the table, marching out of the drawing room as politely as they could. She tried not to smile at how well their ruse seemed to be working.

“Thank you, your grace,” she said. “I am honored you came to see me.”

Gab nodded. His expression was unreadable.

“I truly wish I could stay. However, I would not wish to disturb your rather eventful morning,” he glanced at the remaining callers waiting. “Good day, miss Morningstar.”

“If you are not too busy, Gabriel, you may sit with me,” said Dancel.

Gab’s face contorted to something of surprise. “Lord Morningstar. It is rare that you would wish to speak with me,”

“I believe we have mutual matters to discuss,” Dancel glanced between him and Daleon. “Would be you kind enough to join me in the garden?” He gave one last look at Ergon before going outside. Peggy opted to remain tucked in the corner of the drawing room reading a book, in the hopes he would not have to talk to anyone.

By sometime after noon, Daleon requested to retire for the day. It was hard work entertaining so many lively guests. She took note of a few she would be willing to dance with that evening, and for now that would have to suffice. Peckish and in need of something to eat, she thought to seek Dancel in the garden.

Stepping out with Ergon, Daleon took a deep breath of the spring air. The morning sun illuminated a perfectly aquamarine sky dotted with a few pearly wisps of cloud. The garden was filled with blooming pansies, roses, and violets, perfect for an expected blossoming romance. Perhaps the Season was designed so that one could also appreciate its beauty, and so that humans could attempt at mimicking their grace to little avail.

When they finally found the gentlemen having tea and crumpets underneath the white petals of a Serviceberry tree, Daleon came across something astounding: Gab was smiling. Not the superficial, business-eager, pleasantry kind; this one looked real, soft, and elegant with genuine amusement. She didn’t think the man was even capable of such a feat. What a fool she would be, not to call the man the perfect subject of a serene composition. If Dancel hadn’t been sitting with him, she would have begged him to paint it.

“Daleon! Ergon!” Dancel called to them. “Come sit by me, dears.”

Daleon took Dancel’s hand and steadied herself as she sat beside him on the wooden bench. Ergon sat on the other side.

“I was just speaking to the Duke about our country outings in the summer,” said Dancel. “If our schedules permit it, perhaps you could join us,”

She and Gab stiffened at the prospect.

“I am grateful for the offer, your grace. But I’m afraid I must decline,” said Gab. “The dukedom tends to be quite busy during the summer with the festivals and the tending of livestock and crops. I would not wish to leave all the work to my staff.”

Dancel chuckled. “Still a business-oriented fellow I see. But I believe it is also a matter of missing your home, no?”

Gab sighed. “That is true, your grace.”

Daleon looked up at him, at the soft tone in his voice. How had she not realized it, that the Duke had come to London alone, after so many years of not returning to it? The ton must have been a foreign place to him. She wondered why his family hadn’t opted to stay considering their status.

“I just remembered I had to fetch Peggy’s medicine,” Dancel stood, dusting a few crumbs off his vest. “Daleon, why don’t you continue where I left off and tell the Duke about our little picnic spot by the riverside? I won’t be long. Ergon, let us give them a moment of privacy.”

Daleon was about to protest, but they had already gone away to the porch. Peggy had practically scurried out, catching up with them. So far, Dancel didn’t seem the slightest bit suspicious about their arrangement. She would even go so far as to say he was supporting it. She hoped he wouldn’t be too disappointed when he learned the truth - if he already hadn’t.

Gab cleared his throat. “So, has the circus decided to pack up and travel elsewhere?” He returned to that condescending tone of his.

“If you’re referring to my callers, that’s very rude.”

“Well, that’s what I saw walking into the drawing room this morning,” he took a sip of his tea. “And I would wager none of those monkeys caught your interest.”

Daleon huffed. “The one gentleman I was interested in has not reappeared in society the last few days. No thanks to you,”

Gab set his teacup and saucer on the table with a small clack. “You’re certainly stubborn about him. That ‘gentleman' was on the brink of ruining your reputation had I not intervened.”

“He was kind to me. Or at least truthful enough to express that he had some degree of affection—”

He scoffed. “Fauta doesn’t concern himself with affections. He was merely trying to…please you to please him.”

“Since when did a businessman know more than a lady about matters of the heart?”

They were going in circles with this little spat of theirs. And just when she thought they could get along.

“I know enough to know what makes a good man and what doesn’t,” said Gab. “Fauta may be charming, but that’s as far as his ‘goodness’ goes,”

Daleon was beginning to see a pattern. “His character appears to be very illusive, and for some reason I am the only one being kept in the dark about it.”

Gab hesitated. “That… is for your safety,”

Frustrated, Daleon slumped against the bench. “Don’t I at least deserve the truth?” She looked at him.

“It is something no lady should hear,”

“But—”

“If it is a good man you want, you needn’t look far,” Gab swallowed after his words.

“Oh?”

“For one, Baron Bastion thinks highly of you,”

Daleon blinked. “Roush?”

Oh dear. The thought made her giddy. Her, married to Roush? She had to laugh, much to the Duke’s confusion. She knew she was making a fool of herself by laughing in front of him, but the notion was too comical.

“My apologies, your grace,” she tried to explain in between fits of laughter.

“I-I was simply suggesting,” Gab stuttered. He never stuttered. “Even though he can be a simpleton at times, and he’s not the brightest—”

In an attempt to calm herself and reassure the Duke, she placed her hand on his arm.

“The Baron is indeed a very good man, your grace. And I am most fortunate to make his acquaintance,” she squeezed his arm. “But I’ve known him since I was a little girl. He’s more like family to me than a potential suitor.”

She finally realized where her hand was, and she recoiled.

“And frankly, I doubt Dancel would approve,” she said, massaging her hand with the other, as if to rub off the feeling of Gab’s clothes. “He’s very protective of him, even though he won’t quite admit it.”

“Y-Yes, I can see that. But I don’t see why that should stop you,”

“I am not ashamed to say I love him like I would an uncle, your grace, a father even. Therefore, I cannot see myself marrying him.”

Now it was Gab’s turn to be defeated, slumping against the seat with her and huffing. Daleon had to understand, he was only trying to help. But she felt honored that Gab was willing to introduce someone whom they both knew was a kind and noble man indeed.

“So what do you look for in a husband?”

She perked at the sudden inquiry on a topic they knowingly disagreed on. Just like that morning, Daleon looked down. It felt so clear to her that she was looking for a prince. But what exactly did looking for a prince mean? What even was a prince?

“Someone…kind, I suppose,” she said. “Someone who is honest and dependable, and can trust me as much as I trust them,”

“Are those not features you find in the baron?”

Gab seemed oddly persistent in matching her and Roush. “Yes, but… ugh, it is difficult to explain in words,”

She pressed her lips together, wracking whatever she had acquired from reading poems and stories in her head to help explain this concept to a man as logical as Gab.

“Oh it’s no use. Such things are not bound by phonetics and semantics,”

She saw Ergon and Zaheer watching them from the porch. The sight of them suddenly gave her an idea. She picked up her skirts and jogged up to them as best she could.

“I have a favor to ask,”

Ergon tried not to look surprised. “What is it?”

“Could I show Lord Driscol something?”

She almost dragged the duke by his hand from the garden into the foyer. It was good fortune that all the other guests left, for fear of ruinous speculation. Climbing a few steps, she stopped in the middle of the stairs and looked up.

“What do you think of this painting, your grace?”

It was a portrait of her and Ergon painted by Dancel over the summer before the season began. He said it was for the occasion that both of them would leave the nest one day, and he would come to miss them.

“If my face is to your disliking, then focus on my brother,” she added.

“I’m not so cruel as to completely disregard the blatant subject of a painting,” Gab clicked his tongue and stared up at it.

Dancel chose the backdrop well, opting for a darkened fixture so the twins’ pale complexion and light hair could shine, and certain details could be highlighted with the shadows. His delicate composition of the subjects was something to be in awe of, even Daleon sometimes couldn’t believe she was one of them. Dressed in lime green chiffon, she sat front and center with her gaze forward, a virtuous smile gracing her lips. Behind her, with a stern expression, stood Ergon with a hand on her shoulder. It was the picture of familial devotion.

“The Duke is certainly talented,” said Gab. “The brush strokes are quite immaculate, and the lighting…There’s clearly a lot of care placed into it. But what did you hope to achieve by showing me this?”

“I was hoping this would help you put things in my perspective,”

They stood side by side and stared at the painting together.

“I want someone to look at me this way,” she said. “With care, and adoration.”

She thought about Dancel then, how much he had given to her and Ergon since their ragged days in the countryside. He gave them a warm and bright home. More importantly, he gave them a family.

“Someone who could unravel my thoughts just by looking at me. Perhaps someone who thinks I’m more beautiful than I find myself. And I want to look at someone the exact same way.”

She looked at Gab as she spoke, wanting to see if her efforts had reached him. Gab went silent, possibly processing her words with as much genuine understanding he could muster when it came to her. His brows were scrunched, deep in thought, and Daleon could see how much he struggled to grasp the concept. Or perhaps he did, but found it contradicted with his own views?

He cleared his throat. “I should have expected such from a romantic like yourself,”

Daleon clicked her tongue. “And I am not surprised that you are deeply troubled with my requirements,”

“Everyone is entitled to their requirements, but not everyone must be on the same page regarding them. What you’re seeking is a matter of fantastical compatibility—”

She turned to him. “Then what are yours, your grace?”

He turned to her. “My requirements?”

“For a man who speaks so much of duty and honor, I would not be surprised if you had a list of pragmatic requirements for your future duchess. It just so happens no lady has met those requirements, so I might as well ask you: what do you seek?”

Gab opened his mouth, but then closed it. His eyes darted from one wall to the other, piecing in his mind what he was to say. Had Daleon’s words truly stumped him, or was he simply embarrassed to tell her the truth? What did it matter to Daleon?

“Never mind. I’ve said too much. Good day, your grace.”

She ran back to the drawing room and helped herself to more biscuits and tea. A moment later, she heard Gabriel bid Zaheer goodbye, and told him to thank Dancel for his hospitality. She didn’t look up to watch him leave. Although the sugary treats should have cheered her up, she felt awful, and she couldn’t quite place why.

[ewolfman-blog]

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[quicksilverownsmysoul]

Mother’s Day

Summary: How the Evans and their kids treat you on Mother’s Day. These were so much fun to write and I may have gone a little over board. Anyway I hope y’all like them!

Also may have some typos since I didn’t have time to proof read it took much! (Cause ya know Mother’s Day)

Peter

-Would forget

-The kids would come and quietly walk over to his side of the bed to wake him up. (You guys have a daughter who’s 7 and a boy who’s 4). He’ll look and them with bleary eyes and they’d be like “Dad come help us.”

-And he’s like “with what?” Already tucking himself back in

-“Breakfast for mama, it’s Mother’s Day”

-“Oh shi-“ He’s ripping the sheets off and speeding out of bed with them under his arms.

- The fridge would be empty and he’d try and convince the kids to let him just buy you McDonalds breakfast but they’d start to cry cause they really wanted to make you breakfast. So he hushes them and dashes to the store picking up an instant box of pancake mix, a carton of eggs and bacon. Also gets you come flowers and a box of candy. (He paid).

- Him and the kids get started on breakfast and they are better at it then he is. Your daughter knows how to flip the pancakes perfectly while his come out all misshapen and runny.

-They honestly don’t get breakfast done till like 10. You had already woken up and walked in on them trying to pick the egg shells out of the eggs that your son cracked. And your just smile at how hard they’re working. You’d go back to bed and let them bring it to you in bed like they want and your act surprised.

- Peter pretends like he didn’t totally forget and promises to to take you and the kids out for a funny day. (It’s probably going to be the arcade.)

-But you don’t mind. You guys have fun playing all the games together. He’ll pull you aside later and tells you how much he loves you. And he thanks you for giving him the world, and tells you how much of an amazing mother you are. He also bashfully gives you this locket he bought you a while back. It’s has all of you in it.

Charles

- Your baby was only about 2 years old so Charles took care of all the Mother’s Day festivities.

- He had been taking pictures of you and y’all’s baby ever since they were born. Has a whole collection of them. So he decides to put them together into a scrapbook for you.

- He spends weeks in advance adding the pictures and writing little notes and memories alongside them. Paints his hand and his daughters and the cover is their handprints onto of one another.

- He makes you a really good southern breakfast, real hearty. (Charles is a really good cook and you can’t fight me on it).

- He walks in holding your daughters hand and treats you to breakfast in bed and tell you all about how he plans to spoil you. He bought you a real pretty sun dress and tells you he planned a picnic for you guys. He made sandwiches and cut them in the shapes of hearts.

-He takes you to the beach and your daughter has so much fun playing in the sand and laughing as the waves tickle her feet.

-As the sun starts setting he gives you your gift. It’s wrapped up all pretty like and the minute you open it you start bawling. And first he thinks you don’t like it but then he sees the loving look in your eyes and you look at all the picture and run your fingers gently over the little messages.

- You pull him close and press kisses all over his face. He sets up his camera and runs back as it snaps a picture of all of you. Once it’s developed you add it to your scrapbook.

Warren

- Wakes you up by jumping up and down on your bed with y’all’s son. Screaming at the top of their lungs Happy Mother’s Day!!!

-Drags you to the kitchen and makes a grand gesture of showing you the breakfast him and your son made. They put a table cloth on the table and they have flowers in the vase. Everything is set up really fancy.

- You try to ignore the mess of dishes in the sink and the stains that litter your counters. How did they get eggs on the ceiling? And is that blood??? You hope not.

- Warren pulls out your chair for you and you thank him. You look down at the breakfast, the toast is all burnt and the eggs have shells in them. You smile and eat what you can hoping you don’t die of food poisoning.

- He planned a self care day for you. He bought you a million different kinds of skin care products and bath products. Let’s you give him and your son skin care treatments and you guys wear them while binge watching your favorite movies. Eating popcorn and all kinds of junk food in the fort him and his son made for you. Warren pretends he hates those cheesy rom coms you like but you can see him sniffling out of the corner of your eye when the wedding scene comes on.

- After you out your son to bed you take a bath with Warren and he washes your hair, whispering sweet nothings into your ear. Has music playing in the background but was too cheap to pay for spodify premium so in the middle of you guys making out you hear click here for 30 minutes-

Luke Cooper

- You would think he would forget but he didn’t. Couldn’t cook to save his life so he went out and got you donuts from your favorite place, also buys some takeout breakfast.

- You have twins they were five and they made you cards in school. They are colored all messy but you don’t care. You kiss them both on the cheek and thank them. Luke was nervous to give you his gift, he was scared you wouldn’t like it.

- He opens up his laptop and places it down on your lap. Gets into bed and sits behind you burying his face in your neck. You press the play button the screen and a video starts playing. It starts with a shaky shot of you after you had given birth to your twins. Crying happy tears and you can hear Luke sniffling behind the camera. You laugh at the memory.

- He had made you a Mother’s Day video filled with all the videos he had taken of you and your kids over the years. Your twins has started school this year so you were still sad about them growing up.

- His video let you relive all those memories of them growing up and raising them with him. When it’s done he shyly asks if you like it.

- You turn around and there are tears streaming down your face. You say it’s the best gift you’ve ever gotten. You kiss and and your kids let out echos of ewwwww.

-Luke smiles and makes a bigger show of kissing you causing the kids to giggle and run away. He pulls away and looks at you. “Do you know how much I love you?” He asks

-Not more than I love you you answer and you guys spent the rest of the morning trying to say who loves who more.

Colin Zabel

- Spoils you the most out of all of them.

- It’s y’all’s first Mother’s Day and he wants it to be perfect. Spends all week running a round town trying to get everything and make sure everything is absolutely perfect.

- You wake up the smell of something heavenly coming from the kitchen. You see him cooking in the kitchen holding your daughter in his arms. He dances with her as he cooks, singing to her in a soft voice.

- He whines when he sees you, he wanted to surprise you with breakfast in bed

- You guys finish making breakfast together, singing along to the songs on the radio. He asks you to dance with him and you do. You guys sway with one another your daughter squished between you two giggling.

- The whole house is filled with flowers, every table has a bouquet, you’re pretty sure he bought all the flowers in Easttown.

- Has a whole day planned. Filled with the sweetest activities, like a carriage ride through the park and a cake making class.

- You make the cutest little Mother’s Day cake decorated with flowers and all these little details. And you glance over at him and his cake is all lopsided and the icing is smeared all over his cake. His has icing on his nose and leans over to swipe some on your cheek. You guys get kicked out for making a mess but you don’t care.

- You guys spend all day walking around town hand in hand, Colin has your daughter in one of those baby carriers strapped to his chest. He bought you and her matching dresses for the occasion.

- He finishes the day with taking you the the station claiming he has work to finish. You guys go up the stairs and it’s decorated head to toe with balloons and streamers and pictures of you and him and your daughter. You start crying right then and there wondering how a man could be that sweet.

- Mare offers to take your baby for the night so you guys can spend some time alone. Being new parents you haven’t had much of it. He spends all night dancing with you and just talking as you eat the dinner he cooked.

- He gives you a necklace he had made that had your daughters fingerprint on it. It also has a message and his and her name inscribed on the back. He puts it on you and you guys just sit in one another’s arms. Looking at the setting sun, wondering how you guys were lucky enough to have gotten everything you could have ever wanted.

[dearbaji]

A Birthday Date (Kyojuro Rengoku x Reader)

Requested! I hope you have a happy birthday!!

CW: soft, fluffy, absolute mush, 873 words

   The Rengoku Estate hummed with busy bodies, preparing the house for your arrival. Kyojuro calmly stirs a cake batter in the kitchen, his demeanor the opposite of his thoughts. He’s made a list of things he needs to do and things he’s already completed, along with tasks given to his brother. Senjuro runs to the doorway, broom in hand. “Brother! The floors are swept and the pillows are fluffed!” he states excitedly, waiting for his next task. “Thank you Senjuro, now can you take the flowers over there and spread them outside?” Kyoujuro asked, grateful for his little brother’s help. 

  Senjuro dashes off again, the promise of being able to help to decorate the cake motivating him. You weren’t meant to arrive until later in the afternoon, but he still felt pressed for time. He pours the cake batter into the pan, setting it up before he gets started on your bentos. Kyojuro planned a fun picnic date for your birthday, including your favorite side dishes and a cake that he practiced making for the past couple of weeks. Senjuro was his loyal taste tester, letting him know if it was too sweet or too dry.

  He checks the cake a final time before taking it out of the oven, letting it cool. Senjuro brings back an empty basket, letting Kyojuro know he’s done. Kyojuro pats his little brother’s head, telling him to wash his hands so they can start cutting the fruit.

  Skillfully, Kyojuro slices the fruit into heart shapes, using the edible leftover scraps to make smiley faces. Senjuro ends up making a bunch of random shapes but they still go on the cake. When they’re done, Kyojuro collects the skins and peels to make syrups and candies later. The cake is put away, bento boxes set up, and the homemade tea sits on the counter, all ready for Rengoku to pack. You’re only going to a grassy area near his estate, but he wants to be prepared.

  He double checks everything: making sure the mat is under the blanket correctly so the grass won't bother you, the flower petals lead from the dirt pathway to the picnic area, the umbrella is secured and won’t fly away, etc. The view of the trees and flowers perfectly complete his set up.

  His crow caws, letting him know you were arriving. He meets you at the top of the dirt walkway, offering his arm. Kyojuro leads you to the area he set up. “Why are there only petals over here?” you question. “I promised you when we started dating that as long as you’re with me you wouldn’t have to worry about anything. I’ll make sure that you’ll always walk on a flower path,” Kyojuro answers you, voice booming. As you approach the blanket you see everything he prepared. “Kyojuro, this is stunning!” you say, eyes darting to every detail. “Only the best for you angel.” He helps you sit down, making sure you’re comfortable before sitting down himself. Before you open the bentos, he hands you his gift and a card. “Happy birthday my love,” he blushes slightly, hoping you’d like the gift. You thank him and unroll the relatively large paper, revealing a portrait of you and him. It’s so beautifully done, the details spot on, including his two-tone eyes. He tells you about the artist, one of the best in the village. They even painted his parents’ wedding portrait. “I’m definitely hanging this up in my room,” you tell him. Thanking him with a kiss, you let him open your bento. He picks your favorite side dish first, asking you to open your mouth, putting the food on your tongue. “Hmmm, this is delicious! You made it?” you ask, opening your mouth for more. He chuckles and picks up more food, giving it to you. “With some help from Senjuro.” You pick up his bento and go to feed him, putting a little too much food on the utensil. He accepts it and covers his mouth, thanking you.

  Before it gets too dark, Kyojuro uncovers the cake and lights the candle. “Make a wish my love,” he says, waving the match to extinguish the flame. You close your eyes for a while then blow out the candle, exposing the darkened wick. When you open your eyes you look at Kyojuro. “Oh look! It already came true,” you say, smiling brightly at him. He returns the smile and starts to cut the cake. Before he could try to feed you again, you offer him a fork full of cake. As he chews, you wipe a stripe of icing onto his nose. He does the same to you, both of you doubling over in laughter.

  The moon rises and the fireflies emerge, making the surrounding area look exactly like the night sky. One lands on your knee and you try not to move. Rengoku picks it up and holds it in his palm before it flies away again. “I had a lot of fun today Kyo, thank you,” you say, turning to look at him. He studies your face, replying, “I'm glad. Happy birthday honey. I love you.” You move to rest your head on his shoulder, whispering, “I love you more.”

Rules

[mouthfulloftoothpasterry]

Since we’re talking about Valentines day, I feel like marriage counselorry, blindrry and cottagecorerry would be the most romantic and sappy ones. Like 70srry would just make it filthy (😍) and witchrry wouldn’t really understand it

STOPPPP MARRIAGECOUNSELOR!HARRY WOULD GO ALL OUT

Like surprising her with a huge framed photo from the moment they kissed at the end of the ceremony in their wedding. Baking all day and making chocolate covered strawberries, a pink little cake with red hearts all over it

He would make a paint and wine night for them since she is an artist (duh lmfao) and buy her a new lingerie set (something like this)

After wine and panting he would make her favorite dinner before they hit the bed and cuddled while feeding each other the Chocolate covered strawberries he had made for her earlier

I feel like blindrry would be a pretty chill day

Starting it off with dropping the kids off and Anne’s before harry helped her name breakfast

They would take a bubble bath other with rose petals in the bath before they cuddled on the couch and put on some rom coms

They would go out to a fancy little restaurant that served one piece of steak for like 500 dollars, after that they would run to Taco Bell or something since they eat like one grape and a piece of meat

Then they would skip anything else romantic and go straight to the bed LMFAO

Cottage core harry it would be so soft :(

He kids would make little valentines for the animals and bake them cookies that they could eat :(

And they would do little gift exchanges like getting boxes of chocolate and stuffed animals for each other

They would have a big dinner before they all cuddled in harry and y/n’s bed and fell asleep there

Witchrry is such a romantic he’s adorable

He would wake her up with rose tea, some of his pancakes she loves so much

They would instantly make love after that because they both got love boners <3 LMFAO

They would do gift exchange with y/n getting him one of those huge chocolate boxes full of crystals

Harry would get her a large fuzzy red bear and a little lingerie dress that’s all mesh with little hearts around it to cover her precious bits with some stars and moons sprinkled in

Now for 70’s!harry

Jesus Christ don’t get me started

He would wake her up with one of her gifts- a new vibrator, kissing her awake while he held the toy to her. After waking her up with that he would finish her off then skip down the stairs all innocently to go make heart shaped French toast for everyone

Once the kids woke up it would be chaos

Honey would be running down the stairs and jumping into Harry’s arms with the cards she made at school and being like “happy Valentine’s Day daddy” and hand him the card she make all by herself while Lennon slapped his calf repeatedly until harry looked down

They parents would gush over the cards, little photo cut outs of the kids in the shape of hearts inside of the cards

They would tac them to the fridge then send the kids off to their soccer practice and fuck until they absolutely had to stop LMFAO

Once the kids were home they would start a fire and give the kids their gifts, honey a HUGE red and white dragon, Lennon something like a nerf gun LMFAO

They would cuddle on the couch and watch movies until the kids fell asleep and they tucked them in their beds and went off to their room

Y/n would give harry his gifts (a new plug, a huge chocolate box and a new ring)

Before harry gave her her gifts, a large stuffed animal like honey got, crotchless panties and a shit load of her favorite chocolate)

[sagamemes]

critrole sentences  —  thursday by night, part one.   here and below the cut, there’s 160+ lines of dialogue from with the first installment of the two-part show. themes in these sentences are supernatural, survival situations, danger and murder.some more casual things dropped in there to spice things up... but mostly it’s about weird or bad things happening. go wild with horror and supernatural and zombie aus. change names, pronouns, diction, anything to your liking.  tw:  death, violence, uh... consumption of humans, gore mentions.

❝  i'd say you're dead to me, but, you know. you're dead to everybody.  ❞

❝  he's wearing my jacket. if you get blood on my jacket, i'm gonna be very upset.  ❞

❝  they like disney films. cheese. amazon gift cards.  ❞

❝  maybe they have some leftover chinese.  ❞

❝  finish it. finish it, i dare you.  ❞

❝  are you gonna suck [name]'s blood?!  ❞

❝  if we break the magic, everything comes back to normal, that's how these things work.  ❞

❝  it's probably just sean. he works so late.  ❞

❝  we're gonna get the fuck out of here, and we're gonna take you with us.  ❞

❝  look at my teeth!  ❞

❝  come and sit down, have some tea, it's just what you need.  ❞

❝  don't fucking jump out and scare me, i'm gonna fucking attack—  ❞

❝  i never get this kind of positive feedback, i'm actually liking this.  ❞

❝  he's your [petname/friend/brother], man. make sure he's gonna...  ❞

❝  you're actually the person i'm most concerned about.  ❞

❝  it doesn't look like you're in a lot of pain, i can't tell?  ❞

❝  yeah, you guys are fucked.  ❞

❝  it's the only door the keycard won't open. /i don't know why./  ❞

❝  don't think i don't have plans.  ❞

❝  we would be doing so well if [name] was with us right now. he would know what to do.  ❞

❝  this looks like a really crazy game that you're playing.  ❞

❝  we don't tell [name].  ❞

❝  you're nothing without us!  ❞

❝  i found a bunch of pencils.  ❞

❝  somehow, he looks less creepy.  ❞

❝  you're here to keep everybody safe.  ❞

❝  i just kicked someone in the face and they laughed!  ❞

❝  you wanna switch?  i take the dagger, you take the giant sword?  ❞

❝  whoever comes out, it's not gonna go well for that person.  ❞

❝  i am not going to kill you.  ❞

❝  /i/ am not going to kill you.  ❞

❝  you really need to keep me safe so i can get us out of here.  ❞

❝  i'm gonna be honest with you. not all of this was the plan.  ❞

❝  how do i end?  ❞

❝  do you usually touch things that look like they're gonna explode?  ❞

❝  what did we learn about drinking the tea?  ❞

❝  there are, for some strange reason, lucky charms in the cabinet.  ❞

❝  those might also be worth some money.  ❞

❝  you guys have your own language.  ❞

❝  you and i will just get out of here.  ❞

❝  i wanna eat [food/"food"] again. it was really good.  ❞

❝  if you're really squeamish, it's gonna get a little weird.  ❞

❝  how well and intimately do you know [name]? ...could you recognise him by just—parts?  ❞

❝  you could've lied and i wouldn't have known that!  ❞

❝  knock... seven times when the coast is clear. no one knocks seven times, that's ridiculous.  ❞

❝  i gotta get to the office.  ❞

❝  dad's coming back any second now.  ❞

❝  evil people don't pinky-swear!  evil people middle-finger-swear!  ❞

❝  is anything safe?  i mean, come on.  ❞

❝  can i take my shirt off—?  ❞

❝  what's the matter? you love lucky charms!  ❞

❝  we're really thankful that you're here, but...  ❞

❝  oh man, this is intense. i'm not even sure this feeling is a high, i don't know what this is.  ❞

❝  i've been busy all week.  ❞

❝  that's a very good keycard.  ❞

❝  the wedding is probably not happening.  ❞

❝  welcome to terrible decisions in my life.  ❞

❝  she'll freak out.  ❞

❝  i convinced [name] that i'm on her side.  ❞

❝  i really like [name] but i kinda feel like we should kill her.  ❞

❝  half the people you've talked about i've never heard of.  ❞

❝  you stay close to me.  ❞

❝  [name]'s a goner.  ❞

❝  mushrooms have never sat well with me.  ❞

❝  life needs things to live.  ❞

❝  how cute is the rat?  ❞

❝  there's still time. things can still get weird.  ❞

❝  it's gonna get a little weird and i'm so sorry.  ❞

❝  will it explode if i touch it?  ❞

❝  do we get a refund on the wedding gift?  ❞

❝  they're saying that if things go pear-shaped, they're gonna fuck us and take care of each other.  ❞

❝  i could ask upstairs.  ❞

❝  we're all kids when we're in the jaws of a werewolf.  ❞

❝  i mean, if you're gonna be a big girl about it.  ❞

❝  okay, if shit goes down, i'll help you.  ❞

❝  this is not a riddle, i don't have time for that shit.  ❞

❝  i feel funny. i'm really hungry.  ❞

❝  i'm glad you asked though, it's very polite.  ❞

❝  you don't wanna go upstairs.  ❞

❝  only i know.  ❞

❝  we can't tell [name], they were about to get married!  ❞

❝  this doesn't make any sense, but so much sense, at the same time.  ❞

❝  you have some weird people working here, you know that?  ❞

❝  [softly] jazz hands.  ❞

❝  i didn't seem like it was possible to win.  ❞

❝  if things go pear-shaped, i got you.  ❞

❝  can i just quickly admit that i don't know the layout of the building at all?  ❞

❝  pick up the ashes!  ❞

❝  have some tea. we'll explain everything.  ❞

❝  something is wrong.  ❞

❝  quick note:  we could get out of here and leave everybody else.  ❞

❝  oh my god, i killed someone?  ❞

❝  something is wrong, including the giant sign on the wall painted in blood that says  ‘ something is wrong ’.  ❞

❝  this place is even more trashed than normal.  ❞

❝  wow. you /love/ me.  ❞

❝  is this one of those magician tricks where you're telling me to pull a certain card and i don't realise it?  ❞

❝  i've been wanting to get you in one of my games for a while.  ❞

❝  i love the impulse for violence.  ❞

❝  evil people don't pinky-swear!  ❞

❝  we are in a survival situation!  ❞

❝  i ate a rat, baby!  ❞

❝  don't burn the company down [when/while] i'm dead.  ❞

❝  could somebody get me out of wherever the fuck it is that i am?  ❞

❝  i know you're not supposed to be in this meeting.  ❞

❝  how much you overestimate me.  ❞

❝  you are super cute and all but could you get me out?  ❞

❝  [name], this is messed up! [other person] and [other person] are dead!  ❞

❝  [name]... [i/you] don't drink tea.  ❞

❝  hey, that was a tough night, but i'm sorry, are you okay?  ❞

❝  you're huge! you can like, deadlift a house, you can't bust down a door?  ❞

❝  what the fuck happened to you?!  ❞

❝  i feel like you haven't /earned/ that kind of information yet.  ❞

❝  it doesn't taste right.  ❞

❝  i hate to rush into anything too hastily.  ❞

❝  oh, yeah, right, you're married.  ❞

❝  i'm having fun in the most terrifying way possible.  ❞

❝  now we all know how you feel about us.  ❞

❝  i'm just terrified i'll still have a deadline if i ever get out of here.  ❞

❝  stop sticking your fingers in your mouth!  ❞

❝  i never know what you're talking about.  ❞

❝  maybe there's a way to undo it.  ❞

❝  i feel like this is real life.  ❞

❝  [it/she] thinks you're the nicest, sweetest, most wonderful person.  ❞

❝  we're gonna find a phone.  ❞

❝  there's a lot of work to be done.  ❞

❝  i'm judging you hard. real hard.  ❞

❝  i don't know what any of these buttons do.  ❞

❝  i don't see his head.  ❞

❝  i think we're all fucked up.  ❞

❝  we keep the lights on at this place.  ❞

❝  we've never fucking drank tea.  ❞

❝  you know me:  this is not a riddle.  ❞

❝  it was like breakfast pizza and... gyros.  ❞

❝  i'm gonna club her in the back of the head, and then we're gonna run off like bandits.  ❞

❝  don't judge.  ❞

❝  sorry about the stabbing.  ❞

❝  well, ask me no more questions and i'll tell you no more lies!  ❞

❝  man, you're nervous!  ❞

❝  the fuck are you talking about?!  ❞

❝  it's not safe out there, shut the—!  ❞

❝  [name], show me your hands!  ❞

❝  you think this is magic?  ❞

❝  i was born in a box.  ❞

❝  this is like jumping out of an aeroplane without a parachute but knowing it's foam underneath.  ❞

❝  we said that we would look after each other.  ❞

❝  everybody's a kid when you're a vampire.  ❞

❝  everyone here, i don't know why, kinda likes me. i'm an idiot, but they do.  ❞

❝  [name] must be so worried.  ❞

❝  i'm sorry i told you you look like shit right after everything happened. i didn't think about it.  ❞

❝  i just punched through the floor.  ❞

❝  it's not that cute.  ❞

❝  you know, you should never meet your heroes.  ❞

❝  they're kind of refreshing. don't judge, man.  ❞

❝  you're my best friend. /they're/ my best friends, but they're /married/, they have to help each other. so you and me—...  ❞

❝  everybody likes me here.  ❞

❝  you keep me alive—we all live.  ❞

❝  i ate a /man/.  ❞

❝  of course! of course, i know what's going on;  that's my job. i know what's going on.  ❞

❝  i have a good mind for these things and you know what?  my intuition is saying i go first.  ❞

❝  i think that's a compliment.  ❞

[elocinnicole]

A New Year’s Kiss

Summary: Daveed plans to propose to Reader on her favorite holiday as he prepares the night before the proposal he thinks back through memories of their three-year relationship.

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x Black!Reader

AN: I’m giving the sisters names since the Reader comes from a big family.

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It was a cold night in New York City, you sat in the living room of your new three-bedroom apartment sipping on a cup of hot ginger tea. Daniel crawled all over the place, loving the ample amount of space he had to chase the new family dog, Rocky, a Beagle puppy. Daniel’s laughter made you smile widely; you loved the life you and Daveed built for yourselves. The new apartment was coming along nicely, you finally unpacked the last of the boxes, thus ending the living out of a box phase. You decorated the walls with pictures of family and friends, there’s even a wall dedicated to the tv shows, movies, plays, and musicals the two of you have been in. Even though you truly think that it was Daveed’s way to brag about your accomplishments every time someone came over to visit, despite the many times he denied it. The sound of the front door opening alerted Daniel that Daveed was home, he crawled to the front of the apartment, screaming at the top of his lungs. Daveed scooped Daniel and kissed the top of his head where his curly dark brown hair was starting to grow.

“Hey, little man! Where’s Mommy?” Daniel pointed toward the living room. Daveed walked over and plopped down next to you. You shared a quick kiss before Daniel slid himself out of Daveed’s lap to keep playing with Rocky.

“How was your day?” Daveed asked he wrapped an arm around you to pull you close to him.

“It was fine, just like the first day of rehearsals.” After being in The Lion King for about three months, you landed the lead role in a new musical called WET PAINT. “We start previews at the end of February. How was it with Anthony?”

“It was great, babe. We got the song done Rafa’s gonna send in his verse tomorrow.”

“That—” Then there were several loud knocks at the door

“You expecting company?”

“Remember my mom and sisters are coming up for New Years,” You hopped off the couch and greeted your family at the door, they were staying at a hotel not far from your apartment and you planned for them to come over and visit since your sisters haven’t seen Daniel since he was born.

“Hey Mom,” You pulled your mom in for a hug

“Hey, Y/N!”

“Come in guys,” Your mom and three sisters walked into your apartment,

“Where’s my grandson?” Your mom wondered loudly

“Nana!” Just like that Daniel made his way over to your mom who swooped down to pick him up.

“Hi, Nana’s baby, Y/N, I love the new place.” Your mom said as everyone followed you into the kitchen.

“Thanks, we needed more space, with Daniel getting bigger and having a dog.”

“Is there any other reason why you and Daveed needed more space?” Your oldest sister, Fatima, playfully suggested

“Um, girl no, Daniel isn’t even one yet. I’m just getting back to my pre-baby body. Oh, by the way, can you re-dip my braids tonight?”

“I was gonna offer but I didn’t want to be rude,” Fatima teased

“Shut up, rude ass.”

“So,” your older sister, Mara started “have you thought about having another baby?”

“I mean, yeah but not anytime soon.”

“What about marriage?” Your other sister, Kalani, added

“It’s been discussed, we both know we’re in this for the long haul.”

“Wedding bells may be in your near future,” Mara teased

“Can we wait a minute, we just moved, Daniel’s about to turn one, I just went back to work, I need some more time.”

“Girl, you waited three years, how much longer?” Fatima reasoned

“Why are you guys interrogating me?” You asked overwhelmed knowing that Daveed was well within earshot.

“Alright, alright, we’ll leave you alone, come on and let me fix your hair.”

Your sisters and mom ended up staying well past dinner and you didn’t mind it one minute. After graduating from Howard University, you moved to New York and didn’t look back. The last time you saw your sisters, in person, was at your baby shower and that was a year ago. After eating the crab cakes your Mom made and about three glasses of Merlot, you currently playing Black Card Revoked with your sisters, one of your favorite games, India Aire playing in the background.

“Okay, so this is majority rules, ‘You know it’s about to be a fight when you hear someone say? A. We need to talk… B. I just find it funny how… C. So what you not gonna do… or D. Didn’t I tell you…’” Fatima read

“C!” You said confidently, “That’s how all my fights started in high school.

“Naw I gotta go with D,” Mara shouted “D is one of them sneak attacks from behind.”

“Like that time, you grabbed that girl’s hair,” Kalani reminisced

“Yeah, she was bothering Y/N, and I was the only one in high school with her and I was not gonna let some bitch mess with my sister.”

“And that’s on period,” Fatima said

“Pooh!” Kalani added, making the sisters laugh

Daveed noticed your mom in the kitchen washing the dishes and saw it as the perfect opportunity.

“Hey, Daveed, sorry about the wedding talk with my daughters. I promise I didn’t say anything to them.” Your mom said in hushed tones

“It’s okay, I just wanted to show you a picture of the ring,” Daveed pulled out his phone and showed your mother the engagement ring. Shortly after you had Daniel, Daveed came to your mother and asked for her blessing, of course, she agreed and helped him find the perfect ring and the way he should propose. Knowing you were a private person he was going to give you a gift after midnight when everyone left your place, a photo album and on the last page, he was going to pop the question.

“It’s beautiful Daveed, where is it?”

“I keep it on me at all times,” Daveed pulled the engagement box out of his pocket.

“Is that what I think it is?” Fatima gushed

“Shush, get over here girl.” Your mother urged “Where’s Y/N?”

“She’s in the living room, so you’re gonna propose?”

“Yeah,” Daveed said quietly “tomorrow.”

“Aw, I’m so happy for you two, how are you gonna propose?”

“With a photo album,” Daveed replied a small smile on his face

“Oooohhhh, I can’t wait,” Fatima said clapping her hands together

“Fatima it’s your turn and you about to get skipped!” You shouted from the living room

“Girl, skip me I’m winning anyway,” Fatima said walking back over

Daveed sat in the living room long after you had fallen asleep and your mom and sisters went back to their hotel. He was going over the photo album to make sure that everything was perfect for tomorrow. The first picture he came across was from the opening night party of the First National Tour of Hamilton, which is where the two of you met. After consuming many drinks from the open bar the two of you snapped a very drunk selfie. Daveed had kissed your cheek and you were laughing.

March 2017

After you spilled your wine on Daveed, it seemed the two of you were attached at the hip. Between the bar and the dance floor, Daveed was not far from you and you didn’t mind at all. There was a lavish balcony looking over San Francisco, you and Daveed were laughing at a high school story you were telling him.

“So, the girlfriend started hitting the boyfriend mind you, we’re all in line for the Haunted Mansion ride and it got so bad that we were told to get out of line, so I never got to ride the Haunted Mansion. Long story short, my first and only trip to Disneyland before all of this was pretty bad.”

“Well, that just means we have to go back.”

“When?”

“Whenever,”

“Daveed, we can’t just drive to Disneyland and I don’t know you like that.”

“We can fly, that’s not a problem.”

“Did you forget that I’m on a tour right now?”

“Ain’t y’all here until August.”

“Well, I still don’t know you.”

“You can get to know me.”

“What if I don’t want to?” You challenged

“I can get us Fast Passes.”

“Oh, so you got it like that?” You teased flirtatiously

“Yeah, uh, I got some connections,” Daveed smirked

“Alright, let’s go.”

“It’s a date,” Daveed smiled

“It’s a date.”

The next picture was a picture Jasmine took of them at an award show, that night you said I love you to each other for the first time.

June 2018

You and Daveed had attended your first red carpet event of the award season that evening. It was also the first time you were at an exclusive event as a couple. The paparazzi went crazy all of them wanting to snap pictures of Daveed and his new girlfriend. It was all overwhelming to you. Of course, you have been on a red carpet before but not for an award show. While it was exciting it was also draining. Unfortunately, you had to leave that night to go back to New York you had a show the next day, what made it worse, was that Daveed had to stay in LA for an interview about Blindspotting. Now at the airport, you hugged your boyfriend tightly not wanting to let go.

“You gonna miss your flight,” He mumbled into the crook of your neck.

“I don’t care,” You said, tiredness evident in your voice.

“It’s only two days, go make that money,” Daveed said trying to lift your spirits. Daveed cupped your face and kissed you on the lips.

“I love you,” He said tenderly, you looked at him wide-eyed. He mentally slapped himself for saying that out loud. He scanned your face for any sign that you would say it back. When he didn’t he pulled away from you, suddenly.

“Sorry, for saying that, uh—-”

“Daveed—-”

“I um, I hope you have a safe flight. Call me when you land.” Daveed said quickly, wanting to end the already awkward moment. He turned to walk away but you grabbed his arm and pulled him in for another kiss.

“You didn’t let me say it back, dork.” You gave him a quick peck on the lips “I love you too,” Daveed smiled widely and kissed you once more.

“Can you say it again?” You playfully rolled your eyes

“I love you too.” Daveed leaned in to kiss you but you put up your hand to stop him

“I’m gonna miss my flight, messing with you. I love you.”

“Love you too.”

January 2019

“Happy New Year!!” You smiled while you kissed Daveed. The two of you were hosting a New Year’s Eve party for your friends at Daveed’s New York apartment. This was the first big event the two of you hosted. Well, it was mainly you, Daveed just let you do your thing. You pulled away from the kiss and raised an eyebrow, you know that there was something was on his mind.

“What are you thinking about?”

“You should move in with me.”

“Huh? How much have you had to drink?” You asked but you were just as tipsy after taking quite a few shots out the Grammy.

“Not as much as you.” You lightly slapped his chest you examined his face to make sure he wasn’t playing a joke

“You serious?”

“Hella,”

“Aw, so I’m gonna have more than a drawer.” Daveed playfully rolled his eyes

“You can have a whole dresser,” You gave a peck on the cheek, smiling widely.

“I love you,”

“Love you too.”

The next day, Daveed did his best to keep his cool which was easy because your sisters, Mom, Jasmine, Kim, Rafael, Barbara, and Dountes were all at your place for New Year's Eve and served as the perfect distraction. Anthony was in Times Square performing on the Main Stage and would be the last act before the ball dropped so you decided to host a party.

You caught Daveed staring, smirking you walked over to him. You were wearing a brown bodycon dress and matching heels. Feeling the effects of the alcohol had you feeling more confident. You sensually wrapped your arms around Daveed making sure to caress his muscles.

“We have some time before midnight,” you suggested Daveed smirked and kissed your forehead.

“With your Mom here?” Daveed asked with raised eyebrows.

“I can be quiet,”

“After everyone’s gone. So we don’t have to worry about being quiet.” You pouted which made Daveed snicker.

“It’s shot o’clock!” Your sister Mara called from the kitchen

“Oh, so we doing body shots?” Rafael suggested eying your sister.

“Body shots?” Fatima questioned

“I’m down,” Mara responded giving Rafael the same look.

“No one is down for anything, this is not some frat party.”

“How much you wanna bet, Rafa’s gonna—”

“Don’t even finish that sentence, I don’t need the visual.”

Midnight came and went and Daveed’s nervousness was at an all-time high. He watched as your guests left one by one. Neither of you were surprised when Mara and Rafa slipped away shortly after the ball dropped. Surprisingly, Daniel stayed up until the ball dropped, but went to sleep shortly after.

“I’m about to go change so we can start cleaning up.”

“Hold on, I wanna give you something first,” Daveed said you sighed heavily.

“Babe, can you give it to me after I change? I wanna get out my shoes.”

“It’s not gonna take long. I promise, go in the living room.”

You sleepily walked back to the living room and plopped down on the sofa, whatever Daveed had up his sleeve better be worth it. Daveed returned with a purple photo album in hand and handed it to you.

“What’s this?”

“Just some pictures, something I put together.” You smiled, tears threatening to fall.

“Aw, you’re so sweet, thank you so much, baby.”You kissed his cheek before looking through the album and reacting to the pictures. It was so crazy to see the timeline of your relationship, who would’ve thought that back in 2017 you would be where the two of you are now.

You flipped through the album until you got to the last page. It was an empty page and dated for today. Confused you turned to look at Daveed only to find him already on bended knee with a ring box in hand. You covered your face as the tears started falling. Daveed gently removed your hands from your face. You saw that he was holding back tears as well.

“When you purposely split your wine on me—”

“Oh my gosh, Daveed!”

“I knew you were something special the first time I laid my eyes on you. Baby, you are the love of my life. I want to spend the rest of it with you. I kept going over what I was gonna say or how I wanted to do this. I wanted it to be perfect because you deserve nothing but perfection. I love you so much. Will you marry me?” You were full-on crying at this point. The album already made you emotional but, the both of you had discussed marriage but still, this proposal is everything you’ve could‘ve dreamed of.

“Yes, yes of course.” Daveed slid the ring onto your ring finger and you pulled him in for a kiss. This is always how you imagine your engagement would be, just you and your fiancé.

[chaoticallysapphic]

a start

summary: Suyin sends a gift and Lin starts on the path of healing

a/n: So I wrote this earlier today and after finally seeing Suyin I thought I’d upload it today instead of Thursday. This is just a short little something. Also without even trying I made this gender neutral, woot!

word count: 1K

Someone must have told Suyin about Lin getting married because today on her doorstep was a gift from none other. Lin wanted to throw it in the trash, burn it even but you convinced her to open it with the words “if anything, we can re gift it or sell it if you don’t like it.” 

She knew how much you wanted her to reach out to her family and work things out, you just wanted to see her happy, you’d say when she’d ask why to which she’d always reply “I only need you to be happy”. When you go out to grab some takeout for lunch from your favorite restaurant down the street, Lin finally swallows down her pride which is incredibly hard to do might she add, and opens it up. 

It's a metal bowl meant for fruits or something, Lin isn’t too sure, the outside has a majestic flying boar with swirls of wind beneath it. The engravings have been painted a gold to brightly contrast with the metal. It’s simple, not too showy but… Elegant. There’s a card inside of it, something falls out but Lin will pick it up later, maybe, in Suyins writing the card reads

                 “For the newest Beifong in our family and my sister,

              I hope you had a beautiful wedding and that together you

              Experience many happy years full of love and laughter.

                               Please take care of each other.

                                                                              Love Su.”

A teardrop falls onto the paper, smearing the ink a bit at the bottom and Lin snaps it shut to keep anymore from damaging it. This is the first time Lin has read something she’s sent, she usually tossed them into the garbage, one or two times she’s seen you try to discreetly take them out of the can which has caused many arguments between the two of you. Each time you’d tell her that one day she might regret not having read them. 

The tell tale sound of the front door opening pulls Lin from her thoughts, she’s been staring at the front of the card for who knows how long. Your humming as you walk down the hallway and into the kitchen where you set the bags of food down. Lin is on the floor in the living room which is connected, so she watches as you pull down two plates and grab another two cups to fill with water for you both. 

Lin forgets to stay hydrated sometimes on busy days, you usually make her drink a jug of it whenever she comes home in the evening. She gently wipes at her eyes before standing and heading into the kitchen, you are piling on loads of noodles onto a plate when Lin snakes her arms around your waist and sets her chin on your shoulder. 

“Hey” You say, looking up at her it's then that you notice the redness in her eyes. That look that Lin’s become all too familiar with settles on your features, concern. You set the fork you were holding down and turn around in Lins arms so your chest to chest. “Do you wanna talk about it?” 

Sometimes Lin just wants to hold you until she feels better and other times she’ll open up about what's bothering her, but usually it's the first one which you don’t mind. You know Lin will tell you if it's really important. 

“I opened up the box” she says and you know that's all she’s going to give you. Her grip tightens as she pulls you closer so she can rest her head in the crook of your neck. You run your fingers through her hair and go back to humming, she likes when you do that. “Let’s go lay down for a bit, yeah?” you say softly, pulling away just a smidge so she can look into your eyes.

“But our food-” Lin begins.

“We can heat it up later, c’mon.” Lin gives in, even though there wasn’t much to give in about. A nap with you sounds nice, all that crying did make her feel a bit sleepy. You grab onto her hand and lead her into your shared bedroom. You take your shoes and pants on, preferring to sleep without them and Lin puts on a pair of her comfortable sweets before you both lay down.

Lin wraps her arms around you and pulls you close until her head is resting on your shoulder. Usually she likes to be the big spoon but on a few occasions she needed to be held instead. You wrap your arms around her and kiss the top of her head. Within a few minutes you both are out. 

Later on when the sun is beginning to set you wake up before your wife and carefully extract yourself from her hold. Pulling on a robe you set out to heat up what was meant to be lunch, for dinner. When you step into the kitchen something catches your gaze out of the corner of your eye. It’s the box from Suyin. 

You softly pad over to it and inspect the gift but you decide not to open the card in case it's personal. On the bottom of the box is a photograph, it's slightly bent in one corner so you try to smooth it out before you focus on the picture itself. 

It’s a family. In front are two chairs that has a girl with short hair who looks to be a teenager in one and on the other is a boy, also a teenager with long hair covering one side of his, he looks like he wants to be anywhere but there which makes you softly laugh. Behind the girl are two boys, twins and behind the boy is a man who looks to be in his twenties with glasses and a goatee. 

In the center of the photo, with the man's arm wrapped around the woman's shoulder, is Lin’s sister Suyin. You’ve never seen any photos of her but there's no mistaking the slight resemblance between the Beifong women. You wonder if Lin has seen this, if she even knew she was an aunt. 

You pick up the card along with keeping the photo in your gasp and walk over to the hall closet. On the top shelf in the very back is an old hat box and inside contains every letter you kept from being destroyed, all remain unopened and waiting for the day Lin may want them back. You carefully place both on top of all the letters and slide the box back into place. For now the photo has found a home in the hall closet, but when she finally expresses wanting to reconnect, you’ll be there to give it to her.

[travellvogue]

Honeymoon Coast- Anyone You Like

it’s a long one, and one of my faves. i hope you love it (wordcount: 4.1k)

He’s trying his best not to stare, the dress you had on complimenting your skin tone so well. Body glowing under the rays of the sun, his own little ray of sunshine sat right next to him. The delicate pattern of his thumb brushing strokes back and forth over your hand painted a perfect picture of tranquility. 

“Y’know, the view over there is better” you whisper gently with a side smile, nodding towards the staggered chocolate box buildings, painted in an array of blush pinks, dusty yellows and cotton creams. The rolling waves a vibrant blue against the calmness of the sand. 

“No it’s not” he answers so effortlessly, a flirtatious wink making you giggle and blush under his compliment. “My views much better” he hums, twisting his fork around a clump of spaghetti, scooping it into his mouth, tongue wiggling around to beckon the stray piece that flops out of his mouth. 

Two glasses of white wine twinkle under the sunlight, tracing your finger round the rim of the glass over and over again, picking at the olives in your salad, regretting eating all the mozzarella balls already. Knowing you should have gone for the pizza, but your breakfast of croissants and fresh fruit filled you up this morning. Smiling at the recent memory, how you laid in bed, tangled under the crisp white sheets, his naked body next to yours feeding you strawberries and chunks of melon, giggling when he leaned forward to kitten lick the fruit juices off your chin that had dropped down from your mouth. 

It was the perfect start to your honeymoon. He’d remembered how you told him you’d love to get married in Italy and travel around after your wedding day. So he made it happen. First stop was Positano, where the two of you sat right now. A quaint little café tucked away in the peaks of the hillsides, a lemon tree hanging over your heads shading you from the afternoon sun. The calming noise of the waves rippling into shore partnered with the locals deep in conversation. Fresh plates of pasta and pizza filling the air with the most gorgeous aroma. The strings of a guitar being strung somewhere in the far distance playing a relaxing tune. 

Yet, all you could focus on was him, how his hair was supporting natural highlights from the sun's rays, the tip of his nose slightly sunburn despite you packing factor fifty on his face every morning, “stops you getting wrinkles” you’d tell him every time he complained about the stickiness. He’s dressed in loose navy swim shorts, the toggles hanging unevenly, a thin white shirt thrown over his sun kissed torso, the top four buttons undone so you can admire his muscular chest, dark rimmed Ray-Ban glasses pushed onto his hair, droplets of salt water staining the lenses. 

“What time is the boat ride?” you ask gently, leaning over the small circular table, stabbing your fork into his bowl of pasta, helping yourself to a mouthful as he giggles, well aware that the salad just wasn’t cutting it for you. He’d planned a boat ride for the two of you today, something you’d both desperately been looking forward to since you arrived in this perfect location. Wanting to sail around and explore the surrounding beauty. 

“Two o’clock I believe madam” he answers playfully, tapping the screen of his phone to check the time. Quarter to twelve, plenty of time to head down to the dock. With a few more mouthfuls of food the two of you were stuffed. Laid back on the wooden chairs comparing your food babies. Laughing when the waiter comes over and gives you an odd glance. 

“No don’t pay baby, my treat” you insist, grabbing at his hand before he puts his card on the table, unable to hide your smile when you feel the cold metal of his wedding ring against your palm. It was yet to sink in that you officially shared the same surname as him, for years he’d introduced you to people as ‘the missus or ‘my girlfriend’, now you held the title of his wife loud and proud. 

The wedding had been very small, only fifty guests. An abundance of florals, pampas grass and bubbling champagne, and as the sun went down you fell asleep to the sound of waves greeting the Italian sand. 

As you snap out of your daydream he’s already paying for lunch, giggling when you give him a harsh stare, unable to stay mad at that dimpled smile for long. He takes your hand and leads you out of the cafe, waving goodbye with a joyful ‘grazie’ to the staff. The warm air hits you instantly, a muggy breeze fluttering the bottom of your dress. Now away from the breeze of the sea front the temperature had seemed to pick up, his hand growing clammy in yours. Arms swinging back and forth in unison as you carefully walk down the steep roads towards the peninsular, the uneven cobbled roads under your sandals let you feel every rock and grain of transported sand from the nearby beach.

“I know we’ve just eaten but…” he holds his hand up to point at the shop you’re approaching. A quiet bakery hidden between a grand hotel and a small beach shop selling the usual ‘tourist tat’ as he likes to call it. The smell of warm freshly-baked bread billowing from its grand wooden doors, painted neatly with golden details. Newly bloomed bougainvillea flowers creating an arch over the entrance. 

“How can I say no to that?” you smile. Squeezing his hand once, twice, three times. Your sandals slap against the tiled floor of the bakery, overwhelmed with the amount of choice, smiling widely when you’re greeted with a friendly “Ciao!”. The two of you opting for a baguette and a loaf of ciabatta. He stands behind you, arms wrapped around your body, pressing a kiss to your cheek whilst you wait for them to package it up in crinkly brown paper bags. And once again he uses his rusty Italian skills to bid them farewell. Reaching for your hand instinctively and squeezing it gently, unable to wipe the smile off his face. He’d never felt happiness like this- of course on your wedding day his happiness was unmatchable- but the sense of complete contentment and tranquility was so overwhelming.

***

“Where are you taking me?” you giggle, holding his hand tightly as he leads you along a rickety old boat dock, the wood swaying slightly with each gentle wave that washed into shore. “Was this your plan all along?” you laugh, “To marry me and then drown me in the sea” he chuckles and shakes his head at your ludicrous imagination.

“You gotta stop watching all those murder mystery youtubers babe” a blush appears on your cheeks at his words, remembering how you made him watch endless videos with you on the plane journey out here, secretly you knew he was enjoying himself, the way he gripped your leg as he told you a theory he had about where one of the missing people might be. “We’re here baby” the snap back into reality couldn’t be more perfect, almost feeling like you were dreaming as he holds an arm out to beckon to the large yacht docked up in front of the both of you. The sea twinkling around it and the staff giving you a welcoming wave, offering you a hand to help you onto deck. 

“Are you serious?” you breath, walking onto the ship. When he mentioned a boat ride this morning you didn’t realise he meant a million pound yacht, something for someone in your position to just drool over as you pointed them out whilst your feet stayed firmly on the sand of the beach. But now your feet touched the decking, every step becoming completely overwhelming, not only was there two floors to this boat, there were several seating areas, your very own private chef, and a hot tub at the very front, giving you the perfect views of the bobbing ocean. “My love, this is insane! I thought you meant like… a little dingy” you giggle, pinching your fingers together to explain how small you thought the boat would be. All he can do is smile and shake his head. Something he’d always loved about you was the way you always stayed so grounded, cherishing every penny of your own and of his, never wanting any gifts or treats- despite him buying you quite a few over the years- you were happy with a chinese takeaway and a movie night, never expecting anything from him other then love and honesty, money would, and could, never buy your emotions. So a yacht, this was certainly something you’d never dreamed off. 

“You deserve this, my wife” he whispers gently, coming up behind you as you look out to the sea, the cool breeze blowing a strand of your hair against his jawline, gently leaning back against him, feeling his arms wrap tightly around you. The way he referred to you as his wife still hadn’t sunk in yet, the butterflies still coming to life every time he used your new title. “Plus…” his voice drops to a whisper, leaning in closer so his lips brush against your ear, “you’ve always wanted to have sex on a boat” despite not seeing his face you can picture his smug smirk, of course there was a deeper reasoning to such an extravagant choice of boat. You shake your head playfully and push against him, probably not the best choice of action because he can’t help but let out a little groan at the feeling of your ass brushing against his crotch. 

He manages to control himself for the majority of the boat road, smiling proudly as he watches you take pictures of the beautiful settings you sail past. Your beauty still shocked him, even after years together and a big diamond ring on your finger, watching your hair blow in the salty air, sun kissed skin and lips painted with your strawberry lip balm- that quite frankly he can’t stop himself from wanting to taste- he finds that he’s falling in love with you even more in that moment. He’d never realised home could be a person until you held him in your arms. 

“We should come here every year” you whisper gently, cuddled up on the sofa-like sunbeds at the top of the boat, the air slightly cooler now the sun was setting, half empty plates of fruit and nibbled at bread resting beside you, the sea still holding the same glimmer and shine it had this morning, reflecting the orange and pink hues off the waves. You’d thrown one of his shirts over your bikini, the thin white material rustling in the breeze, tickling at your bare skin, your hair fluttering into his face every so often, wafting the familiar smell of your apple scented shampoo into his nostrils. 

He only hums in response, leaning in to take the chunk of pineapple you were offering him into his mouth, too caught up in absorbing the beauty in front of him, with both the view of you and the never ending waves it was an overwhelming sense of content and happiness. “You don't want to?” you ask gently, not convinced by his response. A frown and a quick shake of the head convinces you a bit more.

“Of course I do” he whispers, lips pressed to your temple. “But I also wanna make love to you all over the world” he smirks, watching you playfully roll your eyes and desperately try to hide your giddy smile. 

His fingers trace the side of your jaw, angling your head so he’s got perfect access to your lips, the moon seeming to match the mood of the moment, the sky becoming a thick pink, waves gently crashing against the boat, rocking your bodies unwilling against the sun beds. “Why don’t we start now?” you almost whimper against his lips, trying not to sound like a desperate beg but it was hard when all you’d been thinking about since stepping foot on the boat was the thought of him fucking you to the view of the rolling waves. 

“Hmm right here?” he smirks, “I knew you were naughty but to have me fuck you whilst anyone could see… my wife’s a little minx huh?” he teases, brushing his hand down the side of your body, already getting to work with pushing off the oversized shirt you had on, the material falling off one shoulder, exposing your bare skin for his lips to attack. 

“Everyone’s below deck” you whimper, aware that he wouldn’t care either way, there was no way he wasn’t going to make love to you on a private yacht to the view of the Amalfi Coast- no one could pass up that opportunity. “Plus… you’re little friend seems to like the idea” your thigh pushes against the growing bulge of his shorts. Your giggle splinters off into a moan as he bucks against you, continuing to suck and nip at the skin of your neck. The wet patch in your bikini bottoms continues to grow, pawing at him desperately for something more. 

“Open up” he taps two fingers at your lips, doing as you’re told you part your swollen lips to welcome him, he watches your hooded lustful eyes whilst you suck on his digits, tongue skillfully twisting and licking. His other hand cupping firmly at the mound of your ass, helping you rub yourself against his thigh, slowly moving towards the front of your body. “Take ‘em off” he instructs, pushing at the material of your bikini bottoms.

“So demanding” you tease, humming around his fingers, a trail of spit connecting your lips to them as he pulls away, watching intently as you shuffle out of your bikini, pussy growing sensitive at the exposure to the cool air. Of course he wastes no time pushing his fingers against your entrance, skillfully tracing both digits along your folds, gathering your arousal at the tips. “Baby please” you whine, not wanting to be teased today, not when someone could walk up to the top deck and interrupt the moment. You cling on to him tighter, feeling his fingers push into you, slow and steady, your tight wet walls snug around him. You seem to clench around him in time with the waves rocking against the boat, the cool breeze helping control your body temperature, not wanting to leave sweat marks along the sun beds to give away what the two of you are up to. 

“Wetter than the ocean” he teases, scissoring his fingers inside of you, your arousal dripping against him, curling his digits upwards to brush against the spot inside you that has you squirming against him. He rests his forehead against yours, noting how your body heat radiates onto his skin, your cheeks flushed, steady whimpers falling from your lips. “Moan for me baby, let the whole of Italy know who’s making you feel good”.

An orgasm was quickly approaching you, a pinch-me moment overtaking your body as you look out to the shore line, sandy beach only entertaining the last few remaining people of the night, the orange glow of lights gleaming through the windows of the chocolate box houses, praying none of them are owners of binoculars or take a keen interest in boats- because they’d certainly get an eyeful if they wanted to examine the one you were currently laid on (or getting laid on to be more accurate.) 

“Cum on my hand” his words seem to resonate with you, your body obeying to his instructions. Legs becoming jelly-like as the knot bursts in your stomach. And the moan that was trapped in your throat pings into the air of the night, loud enough to make the staff downstairs freeze and listen out for a call, wondering if you were calling them for extra champaign. All you needed right now was right in front of you, poking you in the thigh. Whimpering at the empty feeling when he pulls his fingers out of you, clenching around the vacancy. 

The wind picks up a little, brushing through your hair and rocking the boat to the right. Both of you bracing for the captain to rush to the top deck, blowing your cover. Giggling a little when the boat straightens out and the rocking stops. “Fucking cockblock” he groans, making you laugh, tucking your head into his neck. Your blushed cheeks would certainly blow your cover. “Gotta be quick” he whispers, “Wanna fuck on the Mediterranean sea”. The ocean seems to talk back to him, a large splash and spraying droplets of water falling against your calves. 

He leans forward to catch your lips in a messy, clumsy kiss. Pushing himself out of his swim shorts, cock slapping against his toned torso, freckled tanned skin pressed against yours, your fingers drawing little hearts against his back, the outlines seeming to freeze when the tip of his hard cock brushes against your entrance, easily slicked with your arousal that stills lingers from your previous orgasm. His body hovers over yours, slightly leaning to the side to both keep his balance and to try and make it less obvious that he’s making love to you on top of a boat. Your hand wraps around his length, guiding him in the right position as if he hasn’t done it thousands of times before, but he can’t complain at the sight, something so beautiful yet filthy about your wedding ring sparkling in the light as you pump your hand up and down his cock. “That ring looks great whilst you wank me off” he moans, smirking when you let out a shocked gasp at his vulgar words. 

He can’t quite believe his luck when he sinks into you, in that moment he thanks god, his lucky stars, and everything in between. His beautiful wife, the love of his life, moaning his name in the middle of the Mediterranean sea. A dream brought to life. “God you feel good... every- fuck- everytime” he praises the feel of your tight walls wrapped around him, warm and wet, just like how they always are for him. No time is wasted, his hips moving in a perfect rhythm, you’re quite impressed that he can keep himself balanced with the boat swaying in unison with the waves. His cock was enough to make you a moaning mess, reminding yourself you can’t be too loud due to the company downstairs. Instead sinking your teeth into his shoulder to try and silence yourself. 

Pain is always something that turned him on, having a kink for anything involving spanking, choking, and hair pulling. So it’s no surprise when he throws his head back in ecstasy at the feel of your teeth grazing his skin, certain he’ll have a mark in the morning to remember the moment. It’s like you’ve read his mind, fingers pushing through his hair and grabbing a fistful, tugging at the roots with each thrust. With the pent up feeling of you wrapped around him as well as the added nipping and tugging he could nearly cum right there and then. But he’s learnt over the years of being together how to control himself, wanting to elongate sex with you, rinsing every second of being inside you.  

“Cum for me again baby, give me another one” he encourages, watching you feebly mutter something inaudible, pleasure messing with your words, sweat growing on your collar bone, rising up the skin of your neck and painting your cheeks a darker red. The rapid clenching of your pussy tells him you’re approaching your second high, thighs slick with arousal, painting his skin damp with each thrust. “You’re boobs look great” he says under his breath, hearing you let out a little giggle and whisper “so romantic”, quick to change that when his mouth trails down to your right boob, leaving a wet trail of kisses to your breasts, nipping one of your nipples between his teeth and grazing it gently. Against your boobs you hear him whisper; “you’re close, I can feel it baby, c’mon” with three harsh thrusts, shaking your body with each one. 

And just like that, with a loud whine and a cry you’re giving in to his words, pussy convulsing around his length, squeezing him towards his own high. His hand clamps over your mouth before you can scream his name for the whole of Positano to know, surely by now the captain and the staff must have an inkling about what you’re up to, they’d seen the eyes you were giving each other all day. The little slaps to your ass from him as you prepared to dive into the emerald sea, or how you sat on his lap whilst he fed you watermelon, his tongue licking playfully at your chin to capture the juices. 

Now his favourite juices soaked his cock, his baby scratching lines into his back- far less innocent than the hearts that were drawn on his skin earlier. Your bikini bottoms on the floor and your bikini top flooded by your boobs and they hang over the edge of the material. In that moment you’re both so free, nature housing such pleasure. 

He’s not far behind you, he couldn’t possibly be when your pussy grips at him with such force, dirty words encouraging him to coat your walls with his seed. “Cum for me hubby” it’s more the new title that does it for him. This was his life, married to a filthy little goddess, making love to you where anyone could see, yet in this moment it was only you and him- just like it’ll be for the rest of your lives. 

He frantically slaps his hips against yours, the overwhelming sensation to cum washes over him quickly, feeling the fire in this pit of his tummy grow bigger then it ever had before. “I’m gonna cum baby” he chokes out, the grip on yur hips becoming tighter, thrusting into you as he rapidly chases his high, “it’s gonna be so much, it’s- fuck- oh god” you can’t seem to string a sentence together, stuttering and shaking with each word. 

“Fill me up baby” you whisper, scratching at the back of his neck, “Drown me” you can’t help but let out a little giggle, “pardon the pun” he scoffs at your attempt of linking being on the sea with your pussy ‘drowning’ in his cum. Trying to hide his smirk, tongue licking his top teeth as he shakes his head. 

“Still making stupid puns whilst I’m balls deep inside ya… I married an idiot” he laughs, pulling you even closer to him, soon to choke on his own moans, hitting his high and spilling his seed sloppily inside of you, the sensation making your walls clench, draining him of every last drop of cum he can give you. Riding out his high with a few more lazy thrusts, pushing his cum deep into you, his rhythm faltered by the rocking boat, nearly losing balance when his wobbly legs push himself off of you. 

Now you’re a sight to behold, breathless, glowing with that freshly fucked look. Eyes watching him intently as he pushes himself into his shorts and lazily looks for your bottoms, knowing if his cum dripped out of you there would be a hefty fee for leaving ‘bodily fluids’ on the sun lounger. 

***

The stars start to poke through the dark sky, sailing back to shore in a comfortable silence, chests still rising and falling in a quicker manner then usual, regaining the normality of not being caught up in each other's bodies. His finger plays with your ring, yours plays with his. How a simple gold band could look so flawless on his hand. 

As the waves say one last goodbye, now twinkling under the light of the moon, the boat moors into the dock. Hand in hand walking back to land, still feel the rocking sensation as you get used to the solid floor beneath your feet.

“So…” he whispers, aware it’s late at night, a buzz of nightlife coming from the restaurant nearby, your arms swinging in unison.  “This time again next year?” he smirks, this certainly couldn’t be a one time thing.

 “See you then” you wink playfully, voice laced with sleep, ready to head back to the villa and be held in his arms for the rest of the night.

[emiewritesthings]

a place of our own - jay halstead

jay halstead x fem!reader

summary: in which y/n and jay throw a small get together in celebration of buying their first house together

requested?: yesss by anonymous  (can I request a Jay x reader where it took some time for the together but they've been now dating for 2 or 3 years and decided to move in together and they celebrate it throwing a party with close friends and jay surprises her proposing with a heartfelt speech? please and thank you 🥰 )

warnings: none

a/n: thank you for all your support over the past week :) it literally makes me so emotional to think people are liking what i write. any feedback is always welcomed, thank you for everything 

- emie <3

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in all honesty, when jay had put the deposit down for the house, y/n didn’t know what he saw in it. it was their first time buying a house as a couple, both giving up their apartments that were on the opposite ends of the city to be reunited in a place of their own. 

it was beaten up pretty badly; a few of the front windows were missing the glass, spray paint decorated a few of the bricks courtesy of some local kids. not to mention it was cold and damp, not giving off the warmest of welcomes. but jay was adamant that it was their house, their home.

it took its time, but months later y/n had to admit that the transformation the brick structure had undergone was remarkable.

everything y/n could want was handed to her on a silver platter. the once yellow tinted cream, mouldy walls had been covered by a fresh layer of grey paint. the broken floorboards replaced and covered by thick, soft carpets. y/n had nominated herself as chief decorator, since she had no desire to help jay deal with the technical stuff earlier on in the project. not that jay was complaining.

y/n could still remember the look of shock when she had returned from her ‘quick trip’ to ikea with a large amount of pillows and throws, stressing they were essential pieces of her aesthetic. but jay didn’t mind, he loved the thought of living a house that was covered in reminders of the woman he loved so dearly. 

it was sometime in mid-july when y/n had declared she had officially finished the renovation of 1135 Butterfly Gardens. for a week or so, the pair allowed them to soak in their hard work, admiring how each room was a reminder that they were finally together. 

to think that the two had been so hesitant to start dating in the beginning felt ridiculous. y/n cursed her past self for never daring to admit her feelings to jay earlier, but she was thankful for the last 3 years they had spent together. 

side by side till the end of the line.

 it had been one of those cliche quotes that jay had bought on a card for their first anniversary, but it had strangely stuck. y/n had assured that in their room hung a picture of the two with the words carefully printed beneath it.

of course, in traditional y/n style, she couldn’t wait to invite their friends over. it had been on their day off that they had invited the members of their chosen family over to the house. y/n had been rushing around cleaning every surface in sight, as if their friends would turn their noses up at the sight of a speck of dusk. but y/n couldn’t help it, cleaning was her coping mechanism. and she couldn’t deny the anxiety raketing through her veins.

unfortunately she had been so caught up in her own head, that she had failed to notice the strange behaviour she was receiving from her other half. jay had been acting rather distant in the days leading up to the party. he would go out for long ‘walks’, coming back and locking himself in what y/n called his ‘mancave’. he would take calls outside and when y/n asked him what was wrong he would brush it off and just kiss her lips in hope of distracting her. obviously it worked every time, who wouldn’t be with a man like jay halstead kissing them?

the ringing of the doorbell had caught y/n off guard. having spent the majority of her day in the kitchen cooking every recipe her grandmother had ever taught her, she abandoned the oven mitts and sprinted in the direction of the front door. thankfully, however, by the time she reached it, jay was already stood with kevin, adam, will and nat. 

“there she is, the woman of the hour!” kevin cheered, being the first to embrace her tightly into his large, muscular arms. his lips pressing a sweet kiss onto her forehead in joy of seeing the woman.

kevin and y/n had gone to school together since elementry, in fact y/n had helped kevin for years raising his two siblings. he had been the one to introduce jay to y/n, when she showed up to the district, ready to spend her lunch break with her best friend.

let’s just say kevin had given her a slight nudge to reveal her true feelings to jay, telling her he had already brought a suit for their wedding. classic kevin, dramatic as always. 

letting her go, y/n hugged the rest of the group. thanking them for their house warming gifts that they had given to jay. by the end of the hour their house was filled with close friends. y/n had been so busy catching up with those she hadn’t seen in weeks that she had hardly seen jay all day. the times she had seen him, he had made an excuse to leave and go find will, who now she thought about it had been smiling at her an awful lot. 

walking into the backyard with kim and nat stuck to her side, she couldn’t help but feel her entire soul relax at the sight of her man sat in a garden chair, chuckling along with something that adam had said.

with a mission in her hands, she didn’t even glance at the spare garden chairs littered around the garden. instead, y/n walked up to jay and perched herself on his lap. a worrying thought passing her mind that she was too heavy, but before she could consider getting off, jay weaved his arms around her waist pulling her closer. 

“hey, baby.” he greeted, pressing his lips against the skin her yellow sundress exposed on her shoulder. the feeling was addicting, but with company around, it was gone as quick as it arrived. 

“am i losing my mind or have you been avoiding me?” blunt as always, y/n looked back at jay. her eyes studying how his adam’s apple bobbed as he gulped. y/n knew jay was a good liar, i mean part of his job was going undercover and keeping up a lie. meaning whatever he was hiding, whatever he wasn’t telling her had to be big. 

“of course not, i’ve just been busy, you know?” y/n didn’t know, because he had been taking extra measures to spend time with anyone but him. she had seen him have a thirty minute conversation with mouch about his favourite type of chile. if that was what busy looked like, she might have muddled up her definitions up. 

“okay then.” she stated blankly, standing up with such force that jay’s arms instantly fell off her body. jay watched with cautious eyes, half expecting y/n to dig deeper into whatever was going on, but instead she took a seat in between adam and kevin. her eyes didn’t glance over to him once, instead she began conversation with the two men with no intentions of inviting jay into their whispers.

jay frowned, knowing she was serving him a large dish of his own medicine. the feeling of someone patting him on the shoulder made him draw his eyes away from y/n and land of his brother, who was smirking like an idiot.

“she really has you wrapped around her finger, huh?” he teased, handing jay another beer that he had left for a few moments before y/n’s arrival. not bothering to give his brother the satisfaction of answering, he brought the bottle to his lips and took a large swig. feeling the taste ease his nerves before shoving it back in his brother’s hands.

“i’m gonna do it.” he confirmed, nodding his head more to motivate himself than will. the doctor patted his back lightly, urging him to go on. subtly jay tapped his jacket until he felt the cube-shaped object against his chest. briniging himself to his feet, he wandered away from the group and stood in the middle of the garden.

“excuse me! excuse me!” the music that was lightly playing from the various speakers placed around silenced, thanks to the help of will. all eyes, including that of his beloved, moved to him. a slight chill running through him as his mind reminded him that he was doing this and he was doing this now. “i just wanted to say a big thank you to all of you for coming to celebrate with me and y/n. hell knows, we would most likely not even be together if it wasn’t for some of you guys, so it’s a pleasure to be sharing this step in our relationship with you guys.” 

jay’s chest fell tight with anticipation. breath, come on halstead, he thought.

“sometimes i think about the first time i met y/n, i think about how much time we wasted trying to trick ourselves into believing we were ever ‘just friends’. quite frankly i think i fell in love with her the moment i met her. i had this beautiful, intelligent, unbelievably challenging woman in front of me and i nearly let her go.”

jay had to take a second to keep the tears in his eyes at bay, mustering up the courage to look at y/n, who had began to become emotional herself. with a simple outreached arm, y/n got the hint that he wanted her by his side, as she pushed herself away from the white plastic chair and joined him. hand in his, smiling up as he continued.

“i don’t want to imagine a life without you. without your awful singing, without your obsessive cleaning, without your strange taste in tv shows,” the crowd chuckled, but jay wasn’t even paying attention, caught up in the loving storm behind y/n’s eyes. “i’m done wasting my time because for once in my life i know what i want.”

not knowing what was about to happen, y/n’s face dropped as jay fell to one knee. his hands shaking as one of them searched into his jacket pocket before bringing out a scarlett velvet box. y/n had to swallow the sob of pure joy, when he pried it open revealing the significant jewel resting on the gold band. 

“y/n y/l/n i love you,” his voice cracked, making the crowd hollar in excitement. the sound of people taking photos didn’t throw off jay’s roll though. “and it would make me the happiest person alive if you would do me the honour of being my wife.” jay’s words were deep from his heart, as both pairs of watery eyes held one another’s gaze comfortingly. 

y/n had never imagined a life with anyone but jay. she couldn’t remember how many times they had stayed awake deep within the hours of the morning talking about their future together: getting married, having kids, getting a dog. but none of it felt quite as real as the moment she saw jay on his knee, with hope glazing all his features.

“yes.” she sang so softly that it could have easily been missed by anyone, but to jay it might as well have been yelled through a megaphone. 

“she said yes!” kevin yells, erupting the audience of the intimate moment into an uproar. jay stood from his position on the ground, not giving it a minute before pushing his lips against her’s. the kiss was filled with every ounce of passion they had felt over the years they had known one another. 

when y/n felt her chest squeeze against her lungs, she allowed herself to retract. keeping her forehead against his, she watched as he slid the ring out of the box and onto her finger. the midsummer sun catching the large diamond, making it light up like a disco ball. 

“so this is why you have been ignoring me?” she snorted, feeling ridiculous for thinking that he had been hiding some bombshell of a secret. jay’s cheeks filled with heat, as he looked from her eyes to her lips, before returning them to the loveable pools of colour.

“side by side,” he began, looking at her expectantly.

“till the end of the line.”

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