perfectly entwined

I can’t stop thinking about your hands on me | Luke Skywalker

Pairing: ReaderxLuke

Warnings: Implied sexual stuff

Word count: 1,306


It was official. The Death Star, well the second one, had officially been blown up. Vader had died. The war was over. It is possibly the best four words you will ever speak. 


Possibly. 


Of course, celebrations were in order with the little fuzzy Ewoks who, after attempting to consume you all, decided that they quite enjoyed your presence. Emphasis on YOUR presence. During the lapse of time between when Luke and them returned versus when you returned (you being significantly earlier due trying to communicate back to base), the Ewoks had taken an extreme liking to you.  


Three are currently crowded around you, their fuzzy selves pressed tightly against your legs. There is no room to move even an inch. Well, you could, but likely you would end up falling flat on your face and knocking over a few more Ewoks. There is no denial that you enjoy them. But you need to go talk to your boyfriend, who has wandered off slightly from the crowd. 


Han saves you, by violently gently shoving the two in front of you out of your way, handing you a cup.  


“Drink up, Commander,” he grins.


You chug it. It’s heavy alcohol and you wince slightly at it’s strength. But with no Ewoks around you immediately and the party really kicking up, the alcohol feels nice. “What is this?” you hand the cup back to him. 


“Some strong stuff I may or may not have stolen from Jabba a long time ago,” Han shrugs. “It’s good right?”


You had to agree with that. Rarely did you drink, but this was something you wouldn’t mind at every celebration. “Very. Where’s Luke?”


“Your boyfriend’s over there.” Han nods behind him. 


Luke is still away from the party, but a little closer than before. His back is leaned against a tree, a bottle of what you assume is the same thing in his hand. It’s the first time you’ve ever seen a drink, in fact. His blue eyes lock with yours in a snap. So you stare at him, deep into his blue eyes, deep into his soul. Deep into the eyes you will never get tired of. 


Come here, you hear in your head, Luke using his new found trick. 


“Sorry Han, gotta go talk to Luke,” you murmur, eyes still draw to your boyfirend. 


“Be safe!” Han shouts. 


You scoff, beginning to weave through the throng of dancing Ewoks and humans. When weren’t you and Luke safe? Well, actually, there were at least three occasions you could think of off the top of your head… 


That’s not the point. The point is that Luke is now standing up right, watching you make your way through the party. It’s loud, it’s fun, it’s rambunctious. Who wouldn’t be happy that the Empire has fallen? But as you shift your hips and twist your waist a little to get past people, Luke is more concerned with you and your body than the falling of the Empire. 


As you finally get past the last couple Ewoks, Luke walks forward, meeting you at the edge of the crowd. It’s like there is a bubble, or a mind trick, but as soon as you pass the threshold of the crowd, the party is significantly quieter. All the noises and screeches are suddenly pressed to dull murmur. 


Luke extends his left hand to you, right still holding the drink he is drinking. He says nothing; just pulls you closer to him and traces your face with his eyes. He looks content, but little mischievous too. A soft smile with a little tug in the corner continues to display on his face as his hand moves from holding your hand to gripping your waist. In a sudden tug, he has you pressed against him. 


You love standing like this with Luke. It feels like two bodies are becoming one: perfectly entwined. He may be soft and innocent most of the time, but when you two are alone, all of that goes out the window. Though he is indeed soft still, he is also passionate in a different way than normal and needier than he seems. 


Luke leans down, his mouth nearing your ear. You can smell the gentle scent of alcohol on his breath. 


“I can’t stop thinking about your hands me, sweetheart,” he murmurs. 


Your lips tug into a smirk. You pull your head away just enough to look at him in the eyes again so you can see his reaction as your right hand moves to the waistband of his pants and your left hand trails to the nape of his neck. 


“Is that right?” you respond, slowing rubbing shapes into his hip with your right, and tracing along his weak spot on his neck with your right. 


His eyes shudder close. These are two of the spots that you’ve learned get him going quite quickly, and if he is already aroused, it will just make him flutter with need. So you move your right hand in towards the center of his body more, slowly tracing the button of his pants. The round clasp there is tempting to immediately just remove, but you two are in public. Better to tease and have him beg than to do something that’ll make Han make fun of you two for years to come. However, the hand on his neck stays, the tantalizing circles being drawn there causing his breath to suddenly pick with a huge gasp disguising a moan. 


With how pressed together you two are, how aroused Luke is is no secret. As soon as he begins to get hard, you feel it; causing a slightly pressure between the two of you. The only thing driving you apart is also one of the few things that could, quiet literally, make you almost the same person. Ironic in a way.
So you shift your hips forward, pressing into said hard-on. Luke moans, shoving his face into your neck, attempting to cover up any extra noises. His hair smells nicer; the combination of grease from flying and the forestry from throughout the day has added to his natural scent, making him even furthermore desirable. 

Him being mildly distracted, allows you to remove the hand from his neck, stealing the bottle from his hand. More alcohol would do no harm at this point. His free hand now also drops down, but instead of to your waist, it settles on your ass. His pinky finger falls right into the crevice between your ass and your thigh. The rest of his hand spreads its way throughout the surface, trying to cover as much as possible. 


But you don’t mind. Instead, you take a swig of the bottle. 


You were wrong. Han gave him significantly stronger alcohol, which is likely why the bottle is still 95% full. Never give a pure person such strong alcohol, Han. 


You’ll reprimand him later. 


“I just can’t stop thinking about your hands on me, on every part of me,” he groans, breathe stuttering. 


“Then we should get outta here, huh?” you muse, throwing the bottle holding hand around his neck. 


He lifts his head, blue eyes looking sincerely into you.

 
“Please,” he whines. “I want you so bad, baby.”


Oh, you know he does, as soon as the word baby passes his lips. Sweetheart, love, honey, darling… all words he uses regularly. But he only uses babe or baby when he is extremely turned and needy, which is obviously right now. 


“Lead the way then,” you grin. 


Luke perks up further, removing his hands entirely from you. He encourages you to do the same, quickly gripping your right hand as soon as it is free from his waistband. With fingers entwined, Luke leads you further away from the party, further into the darkness, and into a night of wonder.

no effense but.

am i asleep am i awake or somewhere in between? i can’t believe that you are here and lying next to me :’) or did i dream that we were perfectly entwined? :0 like branches on a tree or twigs caught on a vine… like all those days and weeks and months i tried to steal a kiss ,, and all these sleepless nights and daydreams where i pictured this.. im just the underdog who finally got the girl :’’’))) and i am not ashamed to tell it to the world !!

truly madly deeply i am !!! foolishly completely fallen !!! and sOMehow you kicked all my walls in so baby say you’ll always keep me !! truly madly crazy deeply in love !!!!

should i put coffee and granola on a tray in bed ?? and wake you up with all the words that i still haven’t said .. and tender touches just to show you how i feel .. or should i act all cool like it was no big deal? wish i could freeze this moment in a frame and stay like this ,, or put this day back on replay and keep reliving it.. cuz here’s the tragic truth if you don’t feel the same . my heart would fall apart if someone said your name :’((

truly madly deeply i am !!! foolishly completely fallen !!! and sOMehow you kicked all my walls in so baby say you’ll always keep me !! truly madly crazy deeply in love !!!!

i hope im not a casualty !! hope you wont get up and leave :( might not mean that much to you , but to me it’s everything …. :( everything… 

truly madly deeply i am !!! foolishly completely fallen !!! and sOMehow you kicked all my walls in so baby say you’ll always keep me !! truly madly crazy deeply in love !!!! (IN LOVE!!)  

character study

as midnight turns to morning, movement turns to music.
on the dock of a small river sits a boy bathed in history and harmony.
holding his mandolin in his masterful hands, he plays old war tunes and waltzes, his profound psalms to the universe.
one, two, three. one, two, three.
his foot taps gently to the time.
one, two, three. one, two, three.
moonlight glows in his round-lensed glasses and copper-tinted hair.
mellifluous melodies ride through the whispering breeze.
as ripples move through the water, they seem to match the beat of his song.
one, two, three. one, two, three.
he is passion and peace, entwined perfectly; a modern day man of reminiscence.
the stars and sky watch him with great intrigue.
with a final chord, he ends his song; a moment of near silence passes as the last reverberation plays out through the world.
he then plays another song, untiring.
in a few hours, the sun will rise.
only then will he awake from his fervor, as another day greets him generously.

Domestic Ziam Fic Rec Masterpost

So you know September is the month of the Domestic Ziam Challenge. and in this masterpost I will be updating the works that got posted in the collection.

Big thank to mohawkpayne for the incredible edit.


Habits Of The Heart by writingsofamadchild

“I’ll be really good to you,” Liam whispers, sliding an arm under Zayn’s shoulder like he is a pillow. Zayn closes his eyes, remembering when Liam had said those same words to him while laying on his chest before they started dating. The same feeling rattles in his chest, the same uncertainty, the same need for his words to remain true.

“I know,” Zayn whispers, massaging his fingers through Liam’s hair. “You always have.”

Liam pushes up, brows furrowing together as he stares down at him, the humor in his face turning far more serious. “And I always will, Zayn.”

A Whole Lot of Love, A Little Bit of Fate (Ziam) by lavaaxlampss

The thing is, Liam never believed in fate, he believed it was just some way for humans to believe there is really a soul mate out there for them. But the day a tiny black haired lad fell into his arms and their eyes met, he started to believe that maybe fate does exist.

Or a story where Liam and Zayn run into a bit of fate, and they both have a fun time dealing with the aftermath which consists of a whole lot of love and a few mistakes.

Teenage Dream by ziamisthebestway

Liam wraps his arms around Zayn and he spoon him and they go to sleep but before this Liam whisper in Zayn’s ear “You are my missing puzzle piece”, Zayn turn around and kiss him such love and said “I’m complete, you are my teenage dream”

say you’ll always keep me by writingsofamadchild

Am I asleep, am I awake, or somewhere in between?
I can’t believe that you are here and lying next to me
Or did I dream that we were perfectly entwined?
Like branches on a tree, or twigs caught on a vine?
 

Restless (deanXreader)

words: 1193
warnings: fluff, nightmares
request:

summary: Reader can’t sleep, so she goes to watch tv. She is interrupted when she hears Dean shouting in his sleep. She wakes him and comforts him. Together they fall asleep, pushing nightmares and restlessness away.
a/n: Teddy bear Dean! (◡‿◡✿)

Your name: submit What is this?



You lay awake, starring at the fan spinning lazily in your room. The bunker was unusually hot and all fans were going. Not even the fan could put you to sleep, so you were left in a hot, sleepless daze. You couldn’t understand how it could be so hot, you were practically underground. Sighing, you kicked the hot covers from your legs and pushed your hair back. The torn tee shirt that hung on your body seemed suffocating.

Swinging your legs over the bed you decide to go watch tv to clear your mind so you could maybe get some sleep before day broke. This had been your routine, sleepless nights, drowsy mornings, coffee, late night shows. Padding down the silent hallway was oddly comforting. You enjoyed the quietness, so stark in comparison to the antics with the Winchester brothers.

Finally making it to the couch you sit, a ice cold glass of water in your hand. You flip on the tv, making sure the volume is as low as possible, to not wake the boys. An infomercial began playing and you laughed silently at the way the guy was selling the product.

A muffled yell resounded in the house, you sat upright from the couch. Flicking your eyes around the room you looked for the voice of the yell. When the sound didn’t start up you laid back down. Huffing a shaky breath, you tried to relax. Growing restless, you stood with a groan to go investigate the noise. Drink in hand you padded back down the hall, peeking your head through empty rooms.

You reached a closed door and immediately recognized it as Dean’s. From the door you heard rustling and figured he was just hot, as you were. Shrugging you turned on heel, another grunt shot through the door frame stopping you in your tracks. It wasn’t a groan in heat frustration it was a groan of pure terror, Dean was in pain. You marched back to the door and pushed it open.

You were surprised to find Dean clutching the covers of his bed. He was shaking his head, lip quivering slightly, and groans and incoherent phrases slipped from his spread lips. You stood at the frame in shock. He shouted loudly, and mumbled things. You could make out a few words, stop, Y/N, leave me be. He grunted louder, clenching his teeth. You ran to the side of his bed and grasped his hands, trying to shake him from his nightmare.

“Dean,” you whisper yelled.
“Dean wake up, you’re okay,” you mumbled grasping him tightly.

His eyes flew open, his lips parting to pant. He winced in pain, you knew it wasn’t pain form you though. It was the dream.

“Y/N,” he breathed shakily, voice cracking. He held you tighter, breathing uneven breaths on you neck. He pulled you onto the bed with him and he was hugging you tightly, like a teddy bear. Refusing to let you go, as if you were the anchor keeping him from floating away.

You shushed him quietly, telling him to try and match his breathing. When he finally slowed his breath, leveling it with your whispers, you pulled away from his chest. You looked up into his once fear stricken eyes and immediately wished you could relieve the pain.

“Let me help you Dean,” you whisper, reaching up to wrap your small hands around his face.
“Y/N it’s fine, I’m fine. It was a bad dream, I’m sorry I woke you.”
“You didn’t wake me, I never went to bed. Do you want to talk about it?”
“No it’s fine, their only dreams,” he says.

He wraps a finger in your hair and stares down at it. He twirls your hair softly and you look up into his broken face.

“Dean-” you trail off.
“I just had a dream where I couldn’t save you that’s all,” he sighs, looking at his fingers entwined in your hair.
“You know you never have to save me,” You smile lightly.
“It was so real Y/N, I could feel you slipping from my fingertips, I yelled out to you and you wouldn’t listen,” he whispers, swallowing.

“That’s how you know it wasn’t real Dean. It was a nightmare and it will never happen, because I’ve never needed saving.”

“But this time Y/N,” he insists.
“Shh,” you mumble before kissing him softly.

He seemed shocked by the kiss, but his lips moulded to yours perfectly. His fingers entwined in your hair deeper and you smiled. You pulled away.

“It was just a dream,” you reassured him.

You sat up abruptly, “you’re not gonna fall back asleep are you?”
“No,” he answered honestly.
“Well you might as well join me then, come on,” you say, taking his hand.

You stand and he follows, you walk to the kitchen, Dean close on your heels. You opened the fridge and filled a glass of water for him. Remembering you forgot yours in his room, you fill another and take a sip. You and Dean walk into the living room, tv still playing.

“Do you do this a lot,” he asks, sitting on the couch after you.

You curl your feet up and nod, you lean your head on his chest and he kicks his feet up, laying across the couch, you nestled into him.

“You know you could’ve came in my room to sleep.”
“Oh yeah, I bet you would’ve put me right to sleep with your boringness,” you laugh quietly.
“I’ve heard I make an excellent teddy bear,” he grins.
“Did you give yourself that title?”
“As a matter of fact I did,” he laughs, kissing your fingers.

You snuggled in closer to him, inhaling his scent. You look over him at the tv and watch as a new infomercial starts.

“You’ve got to be careful with these infomercials Dean, I almost once bought a bendable chip clip,” you say seriously.

“The horror. You know Y/N, you’re not wearing pants.”
“You bring this up now? As we’re pressed against each other on a couch?”
“Just saying,” he grins, pulling you closer.

Before you can kiss him a yawn escapes you and you stretch, pushing against him.

“Close your eyes,” he kisses you.
“You first,” you say.

He pulls a blanket from the floor and drapes it across the two of you, making sure your feet were covered. He twirls your hair and you yawn again.

“Did you find your new hobby Dean?” You whisper, motioning to his hand in your hair.
“I think I have,” he says, yawning as well.

He kisses you once again and closes his eyes. You whisper a goodnight and close your eyes too. This is the earliest you’ve been able to sleep. You were grateful for Dean. Your teddy bear, you thought. Sleep clouded your mind and you fell into the darkness, open armed.

“I’ll protect you,” Dean whispered sleepily, looking down at you sleeping form. You nuzzle into him, and he begins to card his fingers through you hair. He drifts off soon after you, fingers still knotted in your hair. A peaceful, dreamless sleep awaited him as well.

I Love You Because

I cannot find the perfect words to elaborate my gratitude for having you in my life. And I don’t even know if these words could ever justify my sincerest gratitude.

I love you for always reminding me how beautiful I am. Even at my worst you never cease to lift me up. You continuously love and admire me. You never left, and you never stopped. You were and are always there through thick and thin, through all the times I break down and give up.

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A Jimin Mini Scenario

Genre: Angst

Word count: 1212 

Request: Jimin Drabble based on Summertime Sadness by Lana del Rey //by @pjiminnie kill me

I literally lived in this because its actually a personal thing and I transformed this into a mini scenario even though it was innitially a drabble my bad sorry;; Also this is part of the Drabble week, drabble #5 more speific. I hope you enjoy it ;; 

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Originally posted by bangtannoonas

The memory of your first international project, the memory of the so many fun activities you had together and all the new people you met, all their faces and the entire Summer just rolls in your mind over and over again and you are still surprised about how one single person was able to change your entire summer and therefore your life.

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Because I almost forgot the way his lips felt against mine, or how our bodies entwined together perfectly, nestled under a pile of blankets. Just like the way he laughed, I almost forgot how he would look at me right before we fell asleep. He is so much more than anyone can see. He’s the music that made him laugh and the shows that made him smile. Everything from how he liked his coffee, to how he got that scar slightly above his lips. He might not be as important to everyone else, likewise, neither is every little thing about him, but to me, he was my everything. He is my everything. He is everything. and I miss everything.
—  Excerpt from a book I will never write #844 // @exbleh

for the-sheriffs-kid ;; stydia first time

It’s Stiles’ birthday, and after everything that’s happened, Lydia organizes a small get together for everyone, complete with chocolate cake, just like Stiles wanted. When everyone is gone, Stiles and Lydia have time to themselves. Talking turns to hand holding, small glances with tiny smiles turn into whispered compliments, brushes of noses turn into soft kisses. Clothes are discarded and a perfect moment is shared between the two, and it feels as though they were made for one another, fitting together perfectly. It feels right. They end their night by falling asleep in one another’s arms, hands clasped, bodies perfectly entwined. 

I could see us dancing in our most comfortable clothes throughout a tiny apartment filled with pictures and blankets and everything else that reminds us of each other. The thought of me and you getting our own place, being perfectly entwined into each other’s lives, is a common daydream. Only, I know it isn’t for you, I know you don’t wonder about us doing those things. And, you know, I think that hurts the most. Having this fantasy and not being able to make it come true is shit, but having you completely ignorant of it is even worse. I wanted this, I was willing to try and make it happen, and you can’t even spare me a second glance.
—  We both wanted everything (but your everything didn’t include me)
Singing In the Shower (Niall)

“They don’t know about the things we do… they don’t know about the ‘I love you’s.” Ooo, haha. That high note was a little rough,You’re definitely no Zayn. Luckily Niall was still at management and wouldn’t hear your rusty singing. You never sang when Niall was around because you didn’t want him to hear your amateur voice. Maybe you should try a different song. “Or did I dream that we were perfectly entwined. Like branches on a tree, or twigs caught in a vine.” The front door opened and Niall shut it behind him. “Babe!” he scanned the downstairs but heard some talking upstairs. “Babe?” he jogged up the stairs. “And all those days and weeks and months I tried to steal a kiss…” Niall looked over towards the bathroom door that was cracked open a little. “And all those sleepless nights and daydreams where I pictured this…” Niall leaned his head on the doorframe and smiled. You were about to start the next verse but were beat to it, “I’m just the underdog who finally got the girl…” You looked out of the shower curtain and saw Niall singing his part of the song. You were slightly embarrassed, hoping that he hadn’t heard you singing before. He was grinning, “Aw now don’t stop singing now.” Guess he did hear you.

(update: I have put up the second part of this as requested and it’s really dorky sorry)

that part in truly madly deeply that goes, “Am I asleep, am I awake, or somewhere in between? I can’t believe that you are here and lying next to me, or did I dream that we were perfectly entwined? Like branches on a tree, or twigs caught on a vine? like all those days and weeks and months I tried to steal a kiss and all those sleepless nights and daydreams where I pictured this, I’m just the underdog who finally got the girl and I am not ashamed to tell it to the world. truly, madly, deeply, I am foolishly, completely falling and somehow you kicked all my walls in so baby, say you’ll always keep me truly, madly, crazy, deeply in love with you in love with you. Should I put coffee and granola on a tray in bed and wake you up with all the words that I still haven’t said? And tender touches, just to show you how I feel? Or should I act so cool like it was no big deal? Wish I could freeze this moment in a frame and stay like this I’ll put this day back on replay and keep reliving it cause here’s the tragic truth if you don’t feel the same my heart would fall apart if someone said your name and truly, madly, deeply, I am foolishly, completely falling and somehow you kicked all my walls in so baby, say you’ll always keep me truly, madly, crazy, deeply in love with you. I hope I’m not a casualty, hope you won’t get up and leave, might not mean that much to you but to me it’s everything, everything, truly, madly, deeply, I am foolishly, completely falling and somehow you kicked all my walls in so baby, say you’ll always keep me truly, madly, crazy deeply in love (in love) with you (with you), in love (in love) with you (with you) in love (in love) with you (with you) with you, oh”

Hayes Grier Imagine for Jemma

This Hayes imagine is based off of Truly, Madly, Deeply by One Direction 💕 -Angel http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=-5EMaf-BXhA - Am I asleep, am I awake, or somewhere in between? I can’t believe that you are here and lying next to me Or did I dream that we were perfectly entwined? Like branches on a tree, or twigs caught on a vine? - I awoke to arms wrapped around my waist as we laid on the small couch in the middle of Cameron and Nash’s new apartment. Hayes and I, being Hayes’ best friend, came to visit our friends. I was close to the three boys, as well as Carter. We were all being managed by the 26mgmt team, so of course we were almost always together. Hayes and I being the youngest, we were close. Over the long time I’ve spent with them, I may have developed a small crush on my handsome best friend. How couldn’t I? He was gorgeous! I wiggled around to face Hayes, we must have fallen asleep last night in the couch together. I smiled at his sleeping figure before placing a gentle kiss on his nose, friendly of course, and giggled as he stirred. “No. I don’t want to wake up. I have the most beautiful girl in my arms and I’m as comfortable as I can be on such a small couch.” He muttered in his gruff morning voice. “Hayes! Please?” He opened his eyes slightly and I gave him a face, as of begging, and he let out a small sigh before giving in. “Fine.” - Like all those days and weeks and months I tried to steal a kiss And all those sleepless nights and daydreams where I pictured this, I’m just the underdog who finally got the girl And I am not ashamed to tell it to the world - “Come on.” Hayes said, barging into my hotel room, seeing as we had a photo shoot in Washington earlier today. “Where are we going?” I asked excitedly. “On our first date.” He said, taking my hand and pulling me out of bed. It was around six in the afternoon and we had nothing to do for the rest of the day so I was having a follow spree on twitter for my fans. “What? You never asked me on any date? What are we doing?” I questioned, speaking a million miles a minute. He stopped suddenly in front of me and turned to face me, our faces mere inches apart. “Will you go on a date with me?” He asked as his eyes met mine. Wordlessly I nodded, watching a cute smile erupt on his face. “Good because you were going even if you said no.” He tossed me my flannel so I could put it over my crop top before taking my hand once more and guiding me out of the hotel. http://www.polyvore.com/m/set?.embedder=2857073&.svc=copypaste&id=132134473 “Go sit in that little booth over there, I’ll order for us, is that okay?” He gave me a shy smile. “Of course.” I smiled, walking to the corner booth of the small ice cream place across from the hotel. I smiled as I watched him walk back with our order in his hands, and of course he ordered me my favorite. “Here ya go.” He said, handing me my ice cream and a spoon.“ I smiled and thanked him, taking it graciously. - Truly, madly, deeply, I am Foolishly, completely falling And somehow you caved all my walls in So baby, say you’ll always keep me Truly, madly, crazy, deeply in love with you In love with you - "So what brought this on?” I asked as we finished our ice cream and sat deep in conversation. “What?” “The date.” “Well, I like you. I mean, you are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met. You’re personality is awesome. You’re my best friend. I’ve liked you since day one, when you joined magcon I was so happy. Watching you perform is the best concert I could see. It’s just taken me a while to get the courage to do this.” He have me a shy smile once again, looking down at his lap. - Should I put coffee and granola on a tray in bed And wake you up with all the words that I still haven’t said? And tender touches, just to show you how I feel Or should I act so cool like it was no big deal? - “Hayes!” I said happily as I reached across the table to grab his hand of the table. “I like you too, you should’ve told me!” He looked up shocked but quickly recovered. I laughed as he tried to play it off cool, stuttering more with every word. “R-really?! That’s great! I mean, um, cool. That’s… Cool. Well, um, do you, uh, wanna, maybe, I mean you don’t have to, be my girlfriend?” The nerves were obvious, no matter how hard he tried to hide them. “Of course.” I smiled. “Great.” He whispered, both of us blushing. - Wish I could freeze this moment in a frame and stay like this I’ll put this day back on replay and keep reliving it ‘Cause here’s the tragic truth if you don’t feel the same My heart would fall apart if someone said your name - Hayes held me as we sat on my bed, watching frozen on the TV in his hotel room. He laughed as he watched me sing along with every song and quote every line. As the movie ended and “Let It Go” played into the credits he pulled me up, placing my arms around his neck and his around my waist. “I love hearing you sing.” He whispered as I sang along quietly as we danced around the room. His towering figure bent down, laying his forehead against my own. “I just want to stay in this moment forever. No one telling us we’re too young. None of the boys teasing us. Just you and I having fun like we always do.” Dancing was our thing we’d always done it, though neither of us could dance. We just swayed around, enjoying our time together. I looked up as he parted us, his eyes already on me. I let my eyes wander from his to his lips, him doing the same to me. “Can I, can I kiss you?” He asked quietly. I nodded, by now the movie had shut off and there was no noise to be heard but our breathing. I felt his lips touch mine gently as we closed our eyes. He pulled me closer to him as we kissed innocently. - And truly, madly, deeply, I am Foolishly, completely falling And somehow you caved all my walls in So baby, say you’ll always keep me Truly, madly, crazy, deeply in love with you - Pulling away, we stood in the middle of the quiet hotel room in a peaceful silence. He held me close to him tightly as I held him just as tight. “I’m so happy you said yes.” He said in a whisper. “Me too.” “I’ve wanted to do that for so long.” “I’ve wanted you to do that for so long. I’m glad you did.” “And yet, you couldn’t be as happy a I am.” He joked, pulling away from the embrace. I smiled widely as I noticed a familiar cheeky grin appear on his face. He picked me up bridal style, laying me on his bed before he began tickling me. “N-no Hayes! That’s not fair!” I screeched, laughing uncontrollably. “HAYES!” He laughed above me. “Say 'Hayes is the most amazing person I’ll ever meet and obviously the best boyfriend in the whole entire world.’” He said. “Never!” I said in between laughs. “Do it!” He replied, continuing to tickle me. And so I said it. - I hope I’m not a casualty, Hope you won’t get up and leave Might not mean that much to you But to me it’s everything, everything - “Why’d you say yes?” He asked as we calmed down. We laid on his bed, him holding me against him as I laid with my head on his chest and he played with my hair. “Because, I like you. You’re perfect. Hayes, I’ve never met someone I’m so comfortable with. You make me laugh so easily, it makes me happy just to be with you and I like you. A lot.” I smiled up at him. He leaned down and gave me a short peck on the lips. If it wasn’t obvious, our relationship is going to be very innocent. We’re fourteen for God’s sake. In that moment I felt very content. My best friend became my boyfriend, and I could see it working out for a while at least. I’m happy. - Truly, madly, deeply, I am Foolishly, completely falling And somehow you caved all my walls in So baby, say you’ll always keep me Truly, madly, crazy deeply in love (in love) with you (with you), In love (in love) with you (with you) In love (in love) with you (with you) With you, oh! - Little did I know, Hayes and I would last a lot longer than though. We ended up getting married, or at least we will be after today. “Do you, take Hayes to be your lawfully wedded husband?” I was asked. I smiled, knowing my response. After so many years with this boy, it’s never been more obvious. “I do.”

AN: This was definitely necessary after Episode 34. I’m still in the ballpit of denial because I refuse to believe she’s dead. Carmilla isn’t dead, well, not any more than she already was what with being a vampire and all. This is set post Ep 34, Laura x Carmilla you know the drill.

(You’ve done nothing at all that could make me love you less // Come Back When You Can - Barcelona)

She’s gone. She’s actually gone and you never even got the chance to say goodbye, or to apologize. You’d said what you said out of anger, you didn’t really want her to ‘run and hide’ and you couldn’t be further than done, you hadn’t even begun.

People slowly start leaving your dorm, mumbling their apologies as they leave to deal with their battle wounds. This was so messed up, you’d won and should be celebrating, instead you were mourning the loss of the last person you’d expected to fall for. LaF and Perry are the last to leave, things still aren’t right between them, but right now you’re in no fit state to play mediator, those two will figure it out on their own. Perry gives your shoulder a last squeeze and insists that you call her if you need her to come back, you know she’s actually genuinely sorry about what happened to Carmilla; this Perry is a far cry from the one you’d met at the start of the semester, hell this Perry was unrecognisable from weeks ago after playing such a part in defeating the evil. She’s still the motherbear though, and you’re glad of that. You thank her and argue weakly that you’re fine, you know she doesn’t believe you for a second but she leaves any way, leaving you at your desk and Betty perched on the edge of your bed.

“Do you want me to leave?” Betty asks you, you turn around in your chair; shaking your head insistently.

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