but these small gestures speak volumes

Loose Coffee Beans

John Wick/ Reader

Originally posted by johnbabayagawick

Words: 1,364

Summary: Working at the coffee shop had its perks. You always smelled like coffee, got the leftover pastries to take home, and you get to see the handsome regular named John. Sweet Indeed.

Request: Hey I’ve got some more f l u f f for John Wick. Reader works at this cafe and John Wick goes there everyday and orders the same thing bc the first time he went he thought the reader was cute and eventually he asks her out and f l u f f

Tagging: @kwaiky, @ly–canthrope, @myfriendmagislit

Requested by: anonymous

Author’s note: looking through gifs of keanu reeves…makes me worm.


You’ve grown accustomed to the bell tied to the top of the front door. Every ring brings out that cheery smile and a greeting that you hope doesn’t come off as fake. You try your best to maintain an upbeat spirit but the small coffee shop you call your second home can be a bit overwhelming with many seeking authenticity.

But you wouldn’t trade it for the world.

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too busy dreaming of jumping on your...

Ethan Nestor x fem!reader

*NSFW*

is there another word for the “we’re dating kind of sort of but no one knows so our only choice is to have car dates and car sex” trope??

lyric that inspired all of this: boy you’re so sexy/just like a cadillac/just come and get me/cos i can’t hold it back/people on the street watch us in the back seat, oh

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Dear Rhett and Link,

As a kingdom of Mythical Beasts, we (particularly your LGBTQQIA fans and allies) wanted to thank you for choosing the Trevor Project for Gifticality this month. So several of us have written to let you know what it means to see you supporting LGBTQ people. 

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anonymous asked:

How would you write Dean Winchester (or an excuse to write everything you love about him)? It's for a fic, and I trust you're one of the best sources for his psyche. I know you're busy so just take your time. Besides, even I am busy.

Good evening lovely anon,

I definitely jump on any “excuse” to write about Dean. ;) Though I personally have only written like… maybe three one shots ever, if I was to write a story set in the SPN universe, I would write Dean the way we know him from the show, meaning “canon”!Dean, because that is the Dean I care about, the Dean I fell in love with.

It’s the Dean Winchester with all of his flaws, his fears, his talents, his nerdiness and most of all his big heart, that I’d write about and that I’d want to incorporate and highlight in my story, because to me the most interesting and beautiful thing about Dean as a fictional character is his complexity. What we see of him on screen is the sum of everything he’s been through and despite all the tragedy, hurt and loss that he experienced he is still standing, still fighting.

I wouldn’t want to change a thing about Dean. Well, almost… I wished that he would see himself a tiny bit as the person he truly is - and that person isn’t “a monster” or “a burden” or “poison” as he thinks - but a man that has lost his childhood way too early, was forced to grow up much too fast and had to experience and endure traumas in amounts no one ever should have to. Yes, I wished Dean could see his own self-worth, his importance - and not in a way that shows him as being useful for others, but in a way that makes him recognize his own inherent goodness, how selfless he is.

And while I find it incredibly important for Dean to hopefully at some point down the line and at the end of the show see himself in a positive and much better light than he views himself now, I’d be lying if I said I wanted to erase these character traits, which aren’t beneficial to himself at all. Because if these aspects of Dean’s character were taken away, just like that, without build up and healing and resolution, Dean essentially wouldn’t be Dean.

Don’t get me wrong, there is nothing I love more than seeing Dean lighthearted, with a bounce to his walk, smiling, laughing, delving into LARPing, getting all nervous when meeting childhood idols or just being silly and playing pranks on his brother, but that’s only one half of the bumper sticker so to speak. Dean is more than that and it’s not the times he is at his strongest and happiest that he inspires me most, it’s when he is struggling, when he is close to hitting rock bottom and despite everything manages to pull through. That is when I love him most (I mean I always love him), but it’s the times when he openly struggles, shows emotion, displays rough edges and at the same time total gentleness and insecurity when I feel Jensen can shine most with his acting as Dean. It’s the small gestures, the small expressions and ultimately half the time the look in his eyes that just speaks volumes without any words needed at all that contribute Dean’s power as a fictional character to speak to people. It’s his ability to defy labels and stereotypes that make him not just real feeling but also almost something like a canvas many people can project something onto and find something to hold on to. That is the reason Dean resonates with so many people. He’s complex, layered, complicated and scarred from life, but in the end his strongest asset has always been his heart, his ability to love.

It’s Dean’s vulnerability that is always hiding in plain sight even when the moment requires him to be or act tough that draws me in, it’s his humility and his way of putting every one else first and making sure theiy’re okay that shows his incredible empathy and care (if only he cared a tiny faction for himself as well) that makes me emotional. It’s the way Dean has been able to preserve some childlike glee even through the horrors of losing his mother, father and his childhood in one night, how he is able to still find reasons to smile despite carrying 40 years of Hell and unbelilvable agony and torture under his belt that is incredible, that show he is a fighter. Despite all he is standing tall.

Dean has lost about every single one he cared about, lost himself even and yet, even though he has trust issues (lord knows, who wouldn’t if he/she had experienced what he experienced), is rather a pessimist (seriously, I can understand why lol) and sometimes close to giving up and drowning his sorrows in alcohol, he always manages to come back around. It’s never easy, never without a price to pay, but ultimately there is one thing that Dean can count on and that are his instincts, his heart, his moral compass. It would guide him anywhere and anytime. It’s his humanity and divnity that makes him unique and beautiful.

So yes, dear anon, all of this and so many more aspects (I really could continue writing 20 more paragraphs, but then again I guess no one would read that lol) are what I’d work into the caracterization of Dean if I planned on writing a Dean focused fic. It would probably also feature a good dose of tragedy, drinking, possibly smoking as well though. *hides*

Anyway, hopefully this wasn’t too disappointing. I suck at writing today. I blame the cold I’m fighting. ;P

Night Light


It was a gift from Laura. A mostly-joke gift, but a little bit serious. She got it after they moved to New York, because you can’t always see a full moon in the city. Derek is still drowning in guilt and she wanted to offer some small comfort and she saw the full moon night light and thought, “This might help him.” So she bought it with only a little bit of sardonic intent.

Derek pretended to hate it when he came home and found it mounted on his wall, but when he went to bed that night he turned it on and found it actually made him feel a little better.

It was even better when later in the night Laura came in to lie down with him and stare at the softly glowing false moonlight. Over the next few years, he doesn’t use it every night, and Laura doesn’t come in that often, but it’s enough that sometimes he can sleep without nightmares. Laura, too.

After he comes back to BH and finds Laura dead, the nightlight is one of the only things that comes back with him. He puts it on every night and tries to remember what the comfort it gave him feels like. It takes a long time for it to work again, though by then he also has a sort of pack, and a complicated relationship with a mouthy, sarcastic, beautiful man who though he is a few years younger, is so much more clever, and full of life; who is someone he can’t stop wanting.

After all the trauma and drama of life in Beacon Hills, after the Nogitsune and the aftermath, Stiles is…quieter. He’s not the same loud, bright force of nature he was. He loses weight, he talks less, his amber eyes are framed by dark smudges and rimmed in red more often than not. He smells of guilt and fear and doubt. Everything about him screams exhaustion. And no one else seems to notice.

Derek doesn’t know how to talk to him about it, despite whatever growing he’s done, he still hasn’t quite gotten to the point that he can find the right words, not for something this important at least. He tries to reach out in subtle ways, but whether it’s the lack of sleep dulling his awareness, or his guilt convincing him that he doesn’t deserve to reach out for the comfort, it doesn’t seem to work.

One night, Derek finds himself in bed staring at the ceiling, unable to do anything but think about Stiles. About how to help him, and about what it would be like if he were to let Derek hold him and offer the comfort he’s so desperate to give. About whether he’ll still smell like spring and spice underneath the pain. He looks out the window and sees the waxing moon glowing brightly, casting its soothing light over the world outside and filling Derek’s bedroom with soft illumination where it filters through his curtains.

And then, Derek knows what he can give to Stiles.

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mylunarsolstice  asked:

It was a ridiculous gift from Cora. She was laughing so hard there were tears in her eyes when he opened up on their weekly Skype call. He tried to scowl at her, but he couldn't help but let out a few chuckles himself. He never really thought about taking it out of the package, he had no use for it, until he heard about Stiles. How the young man wasn't really sleeping, or if he did it was out of sheer exhaustion with his latest research project. How a couple times he woke up in panic attacks -

because of how dark his room had gotten and he thought things were moving. He never told the young man when he set it up in his room. Just left it in a spot where he wouldn’t see it until his lights turned off and the moon light shined. It a couple weeks before Stiles allowed himself to turn off the lights but when he did, Derek watched as the gentlest smile took over his face as he looked at the moon. “Thanks Sourwolf,” was a whisper on the wind but Derek heard it nonetheless.

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Cassie.

How?

I saw this pop up in my inbox before I went to bed last night, and it was like, maaaaaaybe 10 minutes after I posted that thing. And it’s this lovely and perfect thing? 

Just how? It’s so good! Your brain is a wonderful and amazing thing my friend.

….and now i go off on an angsty tangent, but it’s your fault because you got me thinking about his sister giving it to him….

So, what if it was a gift from Laura. Still a mostly-joke gift, but a little bit serious. She got it after they moved to New York, because you can’t always see a full moon in the city. Derek is still drowning in guilt and she wanted to offer some small comfort and she saw the full moon nightlight and thought, “This might help him.” So she bought it with only a little bit of sardonic intent.

Derek pretended to hate it when he came home and found it mounted on his wall, but when he went to bed that night he turned it on and found it actually made him feel a little better.

It was even better when later in the night Laura came in to lie down with him and stare at the softly glowing false moon light. Over the next few years, he doesn’t use it every night, and Laura doesn’t come in that often, but it’s enough that sometimes he can sleep without nightmares. Laura, too.

After he comes back to BH and finds Laura dead, the nightlight is one of the only things that comes back with him. He puts it on every night and tries to remember what the comfort it gave him feels like. It takes a long time for it to work again, though by then he also has a sort of pack, and a complicated relationship with a mouthy, sarcastic, beautiful man who though he is a few years younger, is so much more clever, and full of life; who is someone he can’t stop wanting.

After all the trauma and drama of life in Beacon Hills, after the Nogitsune and the aftermath, Stiles is…quieter. He’s not the same loud, bright force of nature he was. He loses weight, he talks less, his amber eyes are framed by dark smudges and rimmed in red more often than not. He smells of guilt and fear and doubt. Everything about him screams exhaustion. And no one else seems to notice.

Derek doesn’t know how to talk to him about it, despite whatever growing he’s done, he still hasn’t quite gotten to the point that he can find the right words, not for something this important at least. He tries to reach out in subtle ways, but whether it’s the lack of sleep dulling his awareness, or his guilt convincing him that he doesn’t deserve to reach out for the comfort, it doesn’t seem to work.

One night, Derek finds himself in bed staring at the ceiling, unable to do anything but think about Stiles. About how to help him, and about what it would be like if he were to let Derek hold him and offer the comfort he’s so desperate to give. About whether he’ll still smell like spring and spice underneath the pain. He looks out the window and sees the waxing moon glowing brightly, casting its soothing light over the world outside and filling Derek’s bedroom with soft illumination where it filters through his curtains.

And then, Derek knows what he can give to Stiles.

So he takes the nightlight out of his drawer (or perhaps it is on his wall, not forgotten, but not often used), and gets in his car, and drives to Stiles’. He has a suspicion that he isn’t asleep.

When he arrives, he sees that Stiles is actually in bed, curled up tightly and facing away from the window. So Derek eases the window open quietly, enters the room and as noiselessly as possible he hangs the moon nightlight on the wall where Stiles will see it when he wakes up. He pauses for just a minute to watch Stiles, the steady movement of his breathing.

He sighs, it’s laced with so many conflicting feelings: regret, guilt, longing. Hope. He makes his way quietly back to the window and is about to slide it open again when Stiles’ sleep rough voice calls out “Any particular reason you’re sneaking into my room at stupid o’clock in the morning, Der?” Despite the low volume, it breaks the silence in the room like a thunderclap, and the way he sounds so much like Stiles pre-possession makes Derek’s heart ache.

Derek clears his throat before he tries to speak, but he still sounds strange when he says “I was uh, just dropping something off for you,”

Stiles rolls over in his bed to look at Derek, looking toward the nightlight where it sits on his wall when Derek gestures at it. “You. You brought me the moon?” Stiles sounds small and disbelieving in a way he never has, and Derek feels his heart sink into his stomach. He wants so much to take the few steps necessary to close the distance between them and hold Stiles’ face in his hands and offer him some sort of reassurance. 

He isn’t sure he’d be welcome, so he pushes his feet into the floor instead and says “Laura got it for me after–When we moved away from here. It helped me sleep, sometimes.” Stiles is just looking at him, listening with a look of rapt awe on his face, so he continues. “Some nights Laura would come and sleep in my room with me, we’d both look at that moon until we fell asleep. It kept the nightmares away. Some nights, anyways.”

Stiles still hasn’t said anything, so Derek takes a deep breath and nods, preparing to leave. “Right, so. If you want to keep it, you can. I just thought that maybe it could do for you what it did for me.”

Before he turns around, Stiles says a quiet “Thank you,” and it’s so full of gratitude that it hits Derek with an almost physical force. He nods and heads toward the window, a “Good night, Stiles” on the tip of his tongue, but before he can say it, before he can get his fingers wrapped all the way around the window sill, Stiles calls out again, still a quiet storm breaking through the still air in the room. “Derek?”

“Yeah?” Derek tries to make the word sound like “anything you need from me” and he thinks it works, because the next thing Stiles says sounds like a plea and a sigh of relief, even if he sounds uncertain about the answer.

“Can you maybe stay? With me?”

Derek fixes the curtain and turns back toward Stiles, a soft smile lifting the very corners of his mouth. This time, he says out loud “Anything you need,” as he makes his way toward the bed as Stiles scoots over to make room, lifting the edge of the covers. Derek toes off his shoes and sheds his coat before climbing into the bed carefully, intending to keep some distance between them. 

Stiles has other ideas apparently, because as soon as Derek is settled, Stiles moves next to him, asking “Is this okay?” as he lifts his arm to hover over Derek’s chest, waiting to set it down until Derek moves closer to him and wraps his other arm around Stiles’ shoulders.

When Stiles relaxes against him, there’s a soft sigh that Derek isn’t entirely certain didn’t come from him. He’s halfway asleep moments later when Stiles says again “You brought me the moon.”

A few seconds later, his head gets just a little heavier where it rests on Derek’s shoulder, and he’s asleep. Derek smiles into the top of his head and holds him a little tighter, whispering “Good night, Stiles” as he lets himself drift to sleep, content in the knowledge that under the guilt and fear, Stiles still smells like springtime and spice as the glow from the moon nightlight on the wall bathes the room in soft light.

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So, uh, this got long?

@halesheart have not one, but TWO WHOLE STORIES ABOUT MOON NIGHTLIGHTS!

Thanks for the inspiration both of you! Also, @pale-silver-comb I think you might enjoy this?

Okay, but you don’t understand how important it is to me that Dirk and Jake are talking again. For how long has it been since they’ve actually talked without there being something tainting their conversation (trickster, lil hal, etc)? Forever. It’s been a very long fucking time. Argue all you want on why you think they shouldn’t be a couple, that’s not what I’m saying, I’m saying that they are beginning to talk through the problems they had with their relationship, and bringing closure to one another and beginning to heal. I know we don’t get any dialogue between these two, which I’m a bit disappointed about, but the gestures speak volumes. It’s one small step to recovery, and that’s all I could ever ask for.

Scribble-Doodle: Not Right Now

By popular demand, another story in my Dancer!Magnus universe. 

Stories so far: Earthbound | Guilt | From Afar


Magnus is cleaning his dance studio after the last class of the day when his cellphone chirps merrily. 

“Hello, Magnus Bane speaking!” he singsongs when he picks up.

There’s only silence on the other end, and then, just as Magnus is about to hang up, a soft voice says, “Hi. Uh, hello.” And then it - he, it’s a man - falls silent again.

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This is honestly so important to me. They start joking about how Minghao’s pronunciation of heart sounds like garlic but then Seungkwan stops when he sees that minghao looks uncomfortable. He even reassures him that he doesn’t have to worry. He makes sure that Minghao doesn’t feel embarrassed about his pronunciation. This is a small gesture but it speaks volumes about their relationship with each other.

tinseltina-deactivated20150906  asked:

oh oh! mel could you do the "how would they react to pats on the head from S/O because they were proud of them or something" for tsukishima, kenma, yamaguchi, and inuoka?

Hi sweetie! I definitely can!

 I found these asks really cute and it’s so much fun answering them! Have a wonderful day! Love you!

Tsukishima would flinch slightly. There weren’t many people taller than him, and he’d definitely send playful glares at his s/o and tease them about how short they are and how they had to stand on something to pat them on the head in the first place. The back of his neck and his ears would be red in embarrassment, though.

Kenma would be a bit embarrassed by it, maybe even swatting at his s/o’s hands and moving to smooth out his hair. He’d pout, telling them that they shouldn’t scare him like that. After some time though, he’d ask them for a different gesture as a job well done. He was their partner, not their older sibling. A kiss would’ve been better.

Yamaguchi would find the gesture endearing and probably chuckle at it, his cheeks a bright shade of pink. He’d definitely enjoy it, and though it wouldn’t happen every single time, he’d find it a nice reward from his partner, one that shows they care, and would give them a small kiss on the cheek in return.

Inuoka would be too excited to sit down anymore. Between bouncing around and speaking in higher volumes, his team would wonder what in the world got him so worked up. As soon as they find out, however, they’ll make sure to have him outside the next time it happens.

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anonymous asked:

Request! Cause I need Temari back on her ninja duty cause she is just that badass she can be the coolest kunoichi mom: Temari is back on her missions and Shikadai is very upset and jealous about his mommy leaving him to go to work. And a very worried Shikamaru discovers his son can be as stubborn as his wife.

I’m on a roll

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“Make sure he has a lunch every morning.”

“Okay.”

She narrowed her eyes. “Well, actually, his lunches are already made – three of them. In the fridge. You just have to make sure he… brings them.”

“I know.”

“And that means he has to go to school,” Temari said firmly. Just by her tone, Shikamaru could discern her disdain, and he didn’t blame her. Even before his wife was back on stable, out-of-town missions, their son cut as many corners as he could when it came to school. And Shikamaru didn’t really blame him for it, but apparently, she did.

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anonymous asked:

Hi, for the Olicity prompt I have this idea if you like it, Felicity and Laurel set Donna and Quentin on a blind date, Oliver doesn't like it because it means another girl he's dating is Quentin Lance "daughter"

Thanks for the prompt!! Here’s a piece of pure fluff: 

(And you can also read on AO3). 

Bad Ideas and Good Fortune

“Uhghhhhhh,” Felicity groans, dropping her head into her hands. “This was a terrible, terrible idea. Why did we think this was a good idea, again?”

Laurel just slides the bowl of mint chip ice cream back across the counter where Felicity catches it. She fills her own bowl then before throwing the half-empty container back in the freezer.

“It wasn’t a bad idea. In fact, it could be really good for them,” Laurel offers with a grimace, digging into her own bowl.

“Oh, I’m sure it will. Your dad is practically a father to me anyway. It’s just weird thinking we set our parents up on a date.” Felicity shivers at the idea, shaking her head. “I mean, what if they hit it off? Mom’s bad enough without a boyfriend. Oh god, she’s going to overshare, and oh, no…what have I done?”

She lifts her eyes to Laurel’s. “If you weren’t an alcoholic, I would have a glass of wine in my hand by now.”

Laurel chuckles. “Don’t let me stop you. It’s okay if you want to have a drink.”

Felicity shakes her head. “No. I’m okay. Besides…” She gestures down at her stomach. “Drinking is kind of frowned upon in my situation.”

She grins as Felicity affectionately pats her stomach and they eat in silence for a couple of minutes until they finish their bowls.

“What do you think will happen if they do start dating?” Laurel asks conversationally.

Felicity scrunches her nose at the thought. “I don’t want to think about it too much. As long as they’re happy, that’s fine. I just don’t want to know about,” she gestures wildly, “anything else.”

“Don’t want to know about what?”

Both girls jump guiltily at Oliver’s sudden entrance, turning to stare at him with wide eyes. He slips off his jacket and wraps his arms around Felicity. He presses a kiss to the spot here her neck meets her shoulder. She hums as she leans back into his embrace.

“I thought you were having a ‘Guy’s Night’,” Laurel comments using her spoon for emphasis as she gestures at Oliver. Her narrowed eyes speaking volumes for her distaste of his Bachelor Party plans.

“Guys Night was cut short. What’s going on here? I thought this was a bachelorette party?”

“Well, neither of us can actually drink, so we’re stuck trying unsuccessfully not to think about our parents’ date,” Felicity mutters, falling back against Oliver, both their hands unconsciously wrapping around her middle where she’s just starting to show.

“Date?” He frowns at Laurel who nods with a small smile.

“Yup. Date,” Felicity confirms. “As in two people going out for dinner. It’s weird. My mom and Laurel’s dad. And yet, strangely, it works.”

“Donna and Quentin?” Oliver repeats, sounding slightly off.

Felicity frowns, twisting to stare up at her boyfriend. “Yeah. Weird, right?”

He nods, slowly, but a look of horror slowly dawns on his face and he groans.

Laurel frowns and raises an eyebrow at Felicity who shrugs.

“What’s wrong, Oliver?”

“I’m just imaging a thousand awkward family dinners,” he mutters into her neck.

Laurel and Felicity laugh.

“Geez, Oliver! It’s only one date. I think you’re getting a little ahead of yourself.”

A year and a half later, while Donna is excitedly showing off the new ring, Oliver gets the don’t-mess-with-my-daughter talk from Lance for a second time, despite the fact that he’s holding his and Felicity’s troublemaker of a daughter in his arms.

captaainswaan  asked:

Captain Swan for the thingy you reblogged with the umbrella

who holds the umbrella when it rains? Killian. He insists, because gentleman and all that, as much as Emma argues that he’s taller than her and she ends up getting wet anyway when he holds it that high.

who is the grumpiest in the morning? Emma. She is not a morning person, and he still has the annoying habit of insisting he ‘rises with the dawn’. Though the infuriatingly sexy smirk he gives her when he says that always has her forgetting that she’s not a morning person.

who worries more when the other is sick/hurt? They both do, but Killian tends to be more demonstrative with his concern, while Emma’s small gestures speak volumes. Last time he was sick, she learned her mom’s soup recipes (even though she really isn’t a great cook) especially for him, and followed her cooking attempt up with spontaneous head and neck massages as he sniffled self-pityingly, drowned in blankets on the sofa.

who plays pranks on the other? Killian is the worst for it, but Emma has started to rather enjoy getting her own back. And now they’re in a kind of prank war that her parents have attempted to end numerous times but wound up getting caught in a prank. So they’ve given up and now just watch wearily as their daughter and her pirate continue to come up with increasingly elaborate pranks. One of these days, David knows it’ll end in tears.

who is always the first to suggest cuddling on the sofa? Emma, though she never uses the word ‘cuddling’. She wraps up her intentions with phrases like ‘movie night’ and ‘quiet night in’. But cuddling on the sofa is what she really means. And Killian is not complaining.

who insists on creating nicknames for the other? Killian. Emma has banned certain nicknames (‘baby’ being the main one) but she generally just rolls her eyes and secretly likes the long list of endearments he uses for her. She just calls him ‘buddy’ occasionally, or throws in a sarcastic ‘mate’ when he’s being tedious. When he calls her by her name, she knows he’s being deadly serious about something.

who drools on the other when they’re asleep? Mostly Emma, though she firmly denies the allegations. And besides, he snores and once even tried to have sex with her in his sleep so he really has no room to throw stones (and she will never let him forget the latter either).

who says ‘I love you’ first? Emma. And it surprises them both. They were just sat watching Netflix one evening, cuddling on the sofa (which she absolutely did not suggest, it just happened to end up with them wrapped around one another). She hadn’t realized she’d spoken outloud until she noticed his surprised expression and realized that she’d blurted out “I love you, y’know”. The stunned expression on her own face must have told him that she was equally as surprised as he was by the revelation so he kissed her firmly and grinned against her lips, mumbling “don’t worry love, I know it’s because I’m irresistible”. And when she blushed and swatted his arm, he turned serious and thumbed the dimple in her chin before adding “and I love you too, darling.”

#send me a ship.