hiiiiiii, welcome to my blog! (γεια, καλώς ήρθες στο blog μου, να λίγα λόγια για μένα)
name: kiri (short for kυριακή - meaning sunday)
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age: 18
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fave colour: blue
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from: half greek and half rwandan
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hobbies: i love dancing, singing and theatre - i’ve been doing all these since i was little! i also enjoy drawing and writing!
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fandoms: star wars, lord of the rings, pirates of the carribean, formula one
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i write for (unperfected list): lando norris, jafaar jackson, anakin skywalker, legolas, aragorn, will turner <3
i’d love for anons or any friends from any fandoms, thank you for reading and please request! ❀
θα ήθελα πολύ να έχω φίλους από οποιαδήποτε κοινότητα, σας ευχαριστώ που διαβάσατε και παρακαλώ ρωτήστε με για ιστορίες!
i didn’t really expect to be posting this, and i really like keeping my blog peaceful and positive, but some of you need to hear this.
one of my friends dm’d me a few minutes ago to tell me about an interaction she had. she got into the mj fandom around when the movie came out - she loved the songs, loved jaafar and thats grew into a love for michael.
for some reason, y’all love to hate on new fans.
her favourite author (not saying who) had a massive rant at my friend because my friend was unfamiliar with “applehead”. like, i’ve been a fan since i was small, but seriously?
i’m not naming names either, the author (who’s got a large following, too) doesn’t deserve the platform after being so horrible.
for some reason, a lot of people here seem to have such a huge problem with new fans. not everyone would get into the same thing at the same time.
michael wrote his music for everyone, why are you mad someone else just got into it?
he’s not some niche, underground artist, he’s one of, if not, the most famous artist in the world. you do not have the right to slag off someone else for making a simple mistake, or asking a question just because they’re new to the fandom - nor do you have the right to be a shitty person.
some of y’all acting like michael left y’all in charge.
summary: michael loves leaving little notes for his girl all round the house
y/n was almost a hundred percent certain that her boyfriend was the reason why post-it-notes were always sold out.
michael used them everywhere.
song lyrics that sprung to his mind, his own affirmations to make himself feel better, reminders to call people and discuss arrangements.
but y/n’s favourite? the little handwritten notes he’d leave all round the house, just for her eyes.
no one else’s.
just for her.
she remembered the first time he’d done it, leaving a single note on the kitchen counter beside a stack of pancakes.
i made you breakfast, hope it’s as sweet as you - mj
she’d laughed at that one, remembering how her cheeks had flushed pink. it was silly, but god, it was so him.
after that, it just…kept happening.
not in a big, obvious way. michael didn’t announce it, didn’t make a show of it.
it became as normal to her as waking up and brushing her teeth.
and somehow, michael had always made sure she’d see them, putting them in places he knew she’d notice.
on the bathroom mirror; make sure you drink some water baby - mj
on the front door; tie your laces this time baby - mj
that one had made her huff - she’d tripped over once. once! and he’d still made sure to keep nagging her about it.
“dramatic,” y/n rolled her eyes, snatching the piece of paper of the door and stuffing it into her pocket.
but still, she tied her laces.
and later that day, she’d found one stuck meekly by the shoe rack next to the door.
take the umbrella, it might rain today - mj
and he’d placed it down neatly against the wall already.
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y/n kicked off her shoes, shaking the umbrella outside the front door before she propped it up neatly against the wall to dry.
of course, michael had been right about it potentially raining on her walk.
she slipped off her coat, reaching for the two notes from earlier.
they were warm, michael’s cute little handwriting perfect on them.
truthfully, she hadn’t thrown a single note away.
at first, she’d kept them because they made her laugh - the slightly goofy, cringy things he’d say.
but over time, y/n kept them because they felt almost…grounding.
like they could pull her back down to earth whenever she felt she was getting too lost in her own mind.
so she’d bought a journal.
a pretty, dark red one - michael’s favourite colour.
and each night, y/n would stick the latest notes alongside the countless others.
some were a little crumpled from being carried round all day.
some had a few coffee stains.
some had little doodles in the corners.
all of them we’re michael’s.
the notebook had become her favourite thing she owned.
which was precisely why she hid it.
because if michael ever found out she'd essentially created an archive of every silly little note he'd ever written her, she would never hear the end of it.
so the notebook stayed tucked away in her bedside drawer where she thought it was perfectly safe. that was, until, one afternoon.
y/n opened the door to the room, her shoes kicked off downstairs.
and there he was, michael, sat on the bed, cross-legged, the book open on his lap.
his expression wasn’t amused, it wasn’t concerned.
just…stunned.
the room was silent for a second, michael’s gaze on y/n, and y/n’s gaze on the book.
“you kept them,”
“give it back,”
michael looked down at the book, almost as if looking to hard could cause the soft pages to tear.
every single note was there, probably months of them.
one of them had a heart she’d absentmindedly drawn beside one of his own.
“baby…”
the way he said it made her face heat up again, filling wirh a pink hue - the same blush she had when she read his notes.
“you kept them all,”
“stop saying it like that, mikey,”
and then, he smiled. not a teasing, belittling smile. a soft smile, ones he reserved only for her.
“i didn’t know they meant that much to you,”
y/n folded her arms over her chest. the wall behind him had suddenly become a lot more interesting.
“well,” he said, blinking as he watched her, her tense body and flushed cheeks.
“well?” her voice was half snappy,
“i like them, okay?” she whined, arms falling to her side.
“it’s cute,”
“you’re making fun of me,” y/n threw her hands over her face.
“im not,” michael said, his voice genuine.
and somehow, that was worse.
he was looking down at the notebook again, thumb brushing over the corner of one of the notes.
“michael,” she groaned, watching as he turned the page, her own little page, where she’d drawn little hearts and stars across the page.
“stop look at it,” she said, not moving to stop him.
“i can’t,” michael’s finger hovered over one of the hearts, afraid to touch it almost, as if the already dry ink might smudge.
before she could march over and snatch the notebook from his hands, michael reached out and caught her wrist gently.
“hey,” he said, pulling her forwards onto her lap softly, moving the book.
the softness in his voice immediately melted some of her embarrassment.
“you’re embarrassing me,” y/n whispered, hiding her face into his neck.
“embarrassing you? you made a whole book-!”
“stop it,” she hit his chest gently, “thats not funny,”
michael just laughed, taking in the half-pout on her lips, his thumb coming to brush against the cushion of her lip.
“i’m sorry, princess,” he said, “didn’t mean t’make fun of your hobbies,”
y/n rolled her eyes.
she kept her cheek against his chest, the soft sounds of his heart against her ear thrumming as his fingers traced patterns against her wrist.
y/n took the book into his lap, flicking open the pages.
“you kept the first one,” he said, blinking down at the piece of paper.
it was visibly the oldest, slightly discoloured but it was still there.
“it’s my favourite,”
michael was silent for a second, his chest resting on her head as her finger traced along the heart.
“you’re cute,” he finally said, his voice soft as he watched her flick through the pages.
it was like a view of their relationship, all through a small book.
“what’re you doing?” y/n snapped her gaze from the book to him as she felt him shift.
warnings: 18+, smut, blowjob, handjob, mentions of choking/gagging, praise, hair pulling (slightly), freaked-out michael 🤭
pairing: michael jackson x fem!reader
summary: michael’s always adored the bright colours y/n painted her nails, why not try one of his own personal favourites?
y/n adored painting her nails. from gentle hues like baby blue and butter yellow, to more vivid colours like navy or purple. her favourite was purple.
and michael, well, he loved it too.
watching her sit at her vanity, the little bulbs illuminating her pretty face as the brush glided along each of her nails, coating them in a new, pretty colour.
but michael, he’d always had one vision. deep, almost seductive cherry red nails.
so, he bought her the nail polish.
a tiny little glasses bottle, the colour vivid inside, placed carefully inside a little box, which he placed delicately before her.
“mikey…” she smiled, her lips parting softly as he presented the box. he always bought her gifts.
“it’s a special one,” he said, stopping whatever protest she was about to begin as he nudged it towards her, his black hair shifting on his shoulders as she took the box onto her lap.
as much as she tried to play the sweet, modest girl, he could see the excitement in her eyes as she lifted the lid.
his eyes stayed locked on her face, watching the way her lips parted happily, the spark in her eyes as she took in the bottle.
“it’s such a pretty colour,” she gasped, bringing it close to her face to get a better look, “i love it,”
“yeah?” he watched her still, “put it on,”
“now?”
“now, baby,”
y/n nodded, unscrewing the lid as she rested her hand in the table. michael moved silently behind her seat at the vanity, taking her hair into his hand and pushing it out of her face.
“such a pretty colour,” he hummed, his voice quiet so as not to break the atmosphere as she finished her first hand, “for a pretty girl,”
he watched the shift in her face as she smiled, a soft pink hue filling in the apples of her cheeks.
his hand still rested on the back of her head as she leaned back to admire her now-dry fingernails, the very shade he had imagined.
“even prettier than i imagined,” michael whispered, his voice almost breathless as she held up her hands.
y/n wasn’t silly. she could see the way his eyes went hazy as he focused on her hands, the way his teeth sunk into his lower lip every time the light caught her nails and made them shine.
“you’re thinking,” she said, watching his face as the light caught his features.
“what’re you thinking about?” she screwed the bottle up, placing it beside all the other colours he had gifted her.
she watched as he pulled her to her feet, gentle as he inspected her hands. god, it was just as he had imagined.
“thinking about you,” he murmured, his voice low, strained almost, “these, wrapped round my dick. god, you’d look so pretty,” the rest of his sentence trailed off into her lips.
michael wasn’t gentle, but he wasn’t soft either, his hand on the back of her head, her hands pressed against his chest.
the back of y/n’s legs hit the bed, her lips pulled from his as she sat down on the edge of the mattress.
michael’s eyes darkened, one hand tilting her chin up so she could look at him, her lashes fluttering, the other on one of her hands.
“so gorgeous,” he muttered, his breath hitching in his throat as her hands came to his belt, undoing the silver buckle.
there was something so seductive about her nails, deep, dark and red, against the silver of his belt, sliding the leather out of her way so she could tug down the waistband of his trousers.
“so goddamn gorgeous,” he muttered again, hands tangled in her hair as she wrapped her lips round his tip.
her lashes fluttered against her cheek as michael pushed her hair from her face, guiding her lips round him.
“use your hands, i wanna see those pretty fingers,” his voice was choked almost, hoarse.
the light caught against her cherry red nails as she slid more of his dick into her mouth, his hand guiding her along.
“thats it,” he watched her, her hands twisting round his base just the way he liked it, “thats my girl,”
y/n hummed, the vibration sending a spark of pleasure through him as she bobbed her head, the sound of her mouth against his dick filling the room.
she looked almost ethereal on the bed before him, her hands moving along his shaft, nails painted that pretty, cherry red colour he adored.
“prettiest girl i’ve ever seen,” michael whispered, his tone bordering reverence, “you’re doing so good, baby,”
he guided her off of him, her hair wrapped round his hand, his other hand coming to glide his thumb across her bottom lip.
“so pretty,” he leaned down, pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth, “use your heads, there’s my girl,”
his breath hitched as she wrapped her hands round his base, stroking him a few times before her lips were back round his head.
she knew how to make him gasp, and how to make him groan.
y/n knew him so well.
y/n gagged, her eyes watering as she pulled back, her hand gliding along his length to spread his salvia along him, coating his member in her glossy spit.
michael could almost feel something shift inside of him as y/n looked up at him through her pretty lashes, her dark-red nails still moving along him.
“just like how i imagined,” he watched her hands move, her lips once again wrapping round his tip, her tongue swirling round him.
her head bobbed against him, her lips sliding right down as far as she could, her hands working at the bits she couldn’t reach.
“i’m so close, baby,” his head fell back, eyes fluttering shut as she alternated her rhythm, speeding up then slowing down almost painfully slow.
y/n pulled him from her mouth, her hands working him up and down as she felt the tension in his body, her lips dragging along the side of him as he groaned, his cum spilling against her lips.
his vision went dark for a second, flickering back as he watched her finger drag along the cushion of her lower lip, a bead of cum against the dark red of her nails.
for a second, he just watched her, sliding her finger into her mouth, her tongue swirling round to collect the salty cum.
“you’re so beautiful,” he finally spoke, pressing a kiss to her lips as she giggled, her hands either side of his face.
“we should shower,” y/n said, pulling away for a second.
and something told him they weren’t quite done for the day.
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not sure if this is my best work, i’ll be happy for feedback pls!
summary: it’s jaafar’s turn to get back at y/n this time 🤭
part one
y/n
liked by jaafarjackson, kingofbingo, julianokrue and 1.6 million others
caption: stay hydrated guys 😊💦✅
jaafarjackson: right
-> y/n: hi baby 😊
julianokrue: you’re welcome for the photo!!
-> y/n: THANK YOU KING 🤴🏾
-> jaafarjackson: betrayal of the worst form
kingofbingo: 😂
user1: my girl’s so random bro 😭
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gossipblog1234
liked by user1, user2, user3, user4 and 258,365 others
caption: an old photo of @/yn has resurfaced!
y/n: WHAT THE FUCK
-> y/n: where did you even get that wtf
-> y/n: WDYM “RESURFACED”, IT NEVER EXISTED ONLINE.
-> user1: y’all she’s mad asf 😭
user2: LMAO im dead
user3: grumpy cat vibes
julianokrue: 🫢
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y/n
liked by jaafarjackson, julianokrue, zaralarsson and 2.8 million others
caption: where’s lil homie going, wrong answer only
jaafarjackson: to fight you
-> y/n: id win 😙
-> user1: she probs would 😭
user2: why baby jaafar look like he’s shopping for his whole family 😭
-> y/n: and jermaine*
-> user3: LMAOOO
julianokrue: to get a haircut hopefully 😂
-> jaafarjackson: it used to be fashionable, but that was before your time
-> user4: he’s calling himself unc 😭
gossipblog1234: 🤔
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gossipblog1234
liked by user1, user2, user3, user4 and 693,363 others
caption: another one 🤔?
y/n: JAAFAR I KNOW ITS YOU
-> jaafarjackson: me!?
-> user1: HELLO PLOT TWIST?!
-> user2: hb really said “huh, ME?!” 😭😭
user3: the plot thickens….
julianokrue: 🍿
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y/n
liked by jaafarjackson, julianokrue, kingofbingo and 4.6 million others
caption: dont talk to me
jaafarjackson: hey who’s jafar?
-> user1: 😭
user2: y/n is my spirit animal dude 😭
user3: bring back the long hair though
-> y/n: THATS WHAT IM SAYINGGGGGGGGGGG RAHHHHH
jaafarjackson: 🥺
-> y/n: nope.
-> jaafarjackson: 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺
-> y/n: OKAY FINE i forgive you, i love you
-> gossipblog1234: i love you too 🥹
-> y/n: GET OFF THAT ACCOUNT?!
-> julianokrue: ewww stop flirting 🤢
-> kingofbingo: YEAH there’s kids in the room!!!!
-> y/n: sorry 😢
summary: just y/n deciding to troll her boyfriend for a little bit of fun! (smau)
part two
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jaafarjackson
liked by y/n, jermainejackson, kingofbingo and 2.4 million others
caption: thank you so much for everyone who came to the premiere - it was a night to remember ❤️
user1: im so excited for the movie guys 😭
-> user2: why does the trailer look so good already
user3: who was that girl jaafar was with?
-> user4: his girlfriend, @/yn!
-> user5: HE HAS A GIRLFRIEND?! NOOOOO 😭
user6: i love how everyone’s focused on y/n lmao 😜
liked by jaafarjackson, zaralarsson, kingofbingo and 1.6 million others
caption: thank y’all (and jermaine) so much for having me 🥹 the migraine from the cameras was worth it ❤️
user1: we all know everyone was more focused on y/n than jaafar 😭
user2: i love this girl more than my own family
-> y/n: im snitchin
-> user3: GIRL Y/N REPLIED 😂
jaafarjackson: prettiest girl on the red carpet ❤️
-> y/n: yes jaafar, i KNOW 🙄
-> jaafarjackson: was i not the best dressed guy?
-> y/n: *cough* @/julianokrue *cough*.
-> jaafarjackon: fair enough 😂
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yn
liked by jermainejackson, zaralarsson, kingofbingo, julianokrue and 1.6 million others
caption: guys i have a plan (i blocked jaafar ❤️)
user1: what could homegirl possibly be up to now 😭
user2: god help whoever’s on the other side
-> y/n: even god can’t help jaafar 😈
-> user3: SOMEONE WARN THE POOR GUY 😭
julianokrue: 😈
-> y/n: 😈
-> user4: is y/n immature or is juliano just really mature 😭
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mjfanpage
caption: IM CRYING 😭 what was y/n even trying to achieve 😭 crazy work, hope y’all saw the live
user1: someone fill me in omg??
-> user2: y/n chucked on a wig and lenses and went to the signing for the movie 😭
-> user3: no way??? 😭 was she caught or what
-> user4: LMAO jaafar didn’t even recognise her with the accent she put on
user5: i love her so much 😭
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y/n uploaded to her story!
caption: y’all he’s so dumb wtf
replies:
user1: torturing the poor guy 😭
user2: smh what kinda bf 💔
julianokrue: SEE i told you I wouldn’t make it obvious!!
-> y/n: forgive me for my ignorance 😞
jaafarjackson: i feel betrayed.
-> y/n: smh YOU didn’t recognise your own gf 😡
-> jaafarjackson: 💔
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y/n
liked by jaafarjackson, julianokrue, kingofbingo and 3.6 million others
caption: what a great playlist!! also don’t let jaffa cake fool u, he can’t read 😝😝
user1: the song names, im crying 😭
user2: jaffa cake 🥹 my heart!!!!!
kingofbingo: my son and his girlfriend ❤️
-> y/n: you need to do a better job educating your son 😡
-> nialong: we’re sorry girl 💔
julianokrue: 😂
jaafarjackson: i love the second song!!! and yes i CAN read
-> user3: bro missed the whole joke 😭
-> y/n: 😂😭
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i hope you guys enjoy SMAUs, i might write some more soon! feel free to request ❤️
summary: baking with jaafar doesn’t go to plan, but honestly? you couldn’t have wished for it to have gone any other way.
y/n sprung the idea onto jaafar as soon as he stepped foot into the house, his coat still on and shoes not even untied.
“we’re baking a cake,” she declared, her voice soft with poorly hidden excitement as she wrapped her arms round him, letting him pull her into a delicate kiss.
“a cake?” he lifted a brow, setting her back down as he slid out of her coat, hanging it up on the peg beside her one, “do i get a vote?”
“nope,” y/n smiled, clapping her hands together as she tugged on his hand, half-dragging him to the kitchen.
“my mom used to bake vanilla cakes all the time when i was a kid,” she said, busying herself with grabbing the flour as jaafar peaked over at the recipe on her phone. it looked easy enough.
“so we’ve got ourselves a little expert, then, hm angel?” he looked up from the recipe, a small smile on his lips.
y/n just grinned over triumphantly, looking through all the different kinds of sugars.
“what first?” jaafar looked down at the empty bowl, all the ingredients laid out neatly around it. y/n adored her working spaces to be clean and organised.
“first,” she said, her voice light, “i’m doing all the stirring. i’m in charge, remember?” she tugged on his shirt, moving him to the side as he rolled his eyes. y/n had always been bossy.
“whatever you say, angel,” he hummed, watching as she measured and added the ingredients into the bowl.
“here,” she handed him an egg, the warm light reflecting off the top of its shell.
“how generous of you,” he cracked the egg against the side of the bowl, watching as the yolk pooled into the mixture, emptying from the shells.
somewhere behind them, the little speaker played a quiet version of ‘human nature’, the sound only broken by y/n’s occasional humming and the bin opening as jaafar dumped the empty shells into it.
“should i stir, angel?” he looked at the gloopy mixture, ready to be whisked into a perfect, delicious cake.
“i’m in charge,” y/n huffed, taking the whisk and stirring the mixture round the bowl.
jaafar didn’t mind.
he liked watching her work, she was in her element. baking had been one of the first things they’d done when they started dating.
sure, the cookies were a crumbly mess but they tasted…acceptable if you ignored the charred chocolate chips inside.
it was like old times.
“actually,” y/n scrunched her nose, “you can stir,” she stepped back, shaking her arm slightly, avoiding his gaze.
“and why’s that?” jaafar couldn’t keep the teasing out of his voice as she rolled her eyes, mumbling something about her arm hurting.
“if you insist,” he sent a wink her way, graciously stirring the mixture.
“you’re good at this,”
“only because i have the best teacher,”
“you’re impossible,” y/n laughed, pushing against his shoulder as she dusted her hands, taking over to pour the mixture into the cake tin.
“there we go,” she said, clapping her hands together. maybe this time, one of their creations would go right.
they both watched as y/n shut the oven door, the mixture settling into the hot oven.
“how long does the recipe say to leave it in for?” y/n fiddled with the little time on the side, before it was gently taken from her hands.
“doesn’t matter, we’ll know when it’s done, angel,” jaafar smiled. before she could protest, his hands were on her waist, fingers splayed across the cotton of her t-shirt.
his lips met hers in the kind of kiss that made the room feel ten times warmer than it was, heat creeping up her face.
the small of her back hit the counter gently, his lips still on hers before they both pulled back to catch their breath, foreheads resting against each others.
“i could get used to this,” he mumbled, his lips closing the distance once more.
y/n tilted her head back slightly, letting him guide her into another kiss, slower this time, lingering. the kitchen around them seemed to fade, leaving just the two of them and the scent of vanilla still warm in the air.
neither of them were quite sure when they’d made it to the living room, their lips still against each others.
y/n was sat on his lap, his hands holding her by the waist, grounding her almost, as their lips moved against each others in a soft, rhythmic pattern.
jaafar’s lashes fluttered against his cheek every time she moved against him.
his tongue moved gently against hers, his teeth tugging on her bottom lip as she held onto him, her hands moving over his body, down his chest, squeezing his shoulders.
y/n broke away for breath, his lips dropping down her jaw, her neck, her collarbone - almost reverent.
that was when it hit her.
“jaafar,” y/n said, her hands on his shoulder, his lips still dragging down the side of her neck.
“hmm?” he mumbled, half listening, half not, engrossed in the event of her sweet perfume filling his nose.
“the cake,” she jumped up off his lap, both of them rushing to the oven.
she grabbed the oven globe, yanking the door open as smoke poured out, jaafar’s hands on her shoulders to move her away as she coughed.
“it’s not too bad, angel,” he peered at the top of the cake - it wasn’t burnt, maybe a little…over-cooked.
y/n peered at the cake, her face contorted in a grimace as he took it out with the other glove, setting it down on the counter.
“maybe we need to stay away from the kitchen,” they both stared at their creation for a few seconds. sure, it was edible but…did they want to eat it?
“frosting, maybe?” y/n suggested weakly, her eyes lighting up again, “oh! we can add ribbons and that cute icing thing i saw-,”
“maybe,” jaafar cut her off, “we should just stick to leaving the cake how it is, angel,” a little smile eased onto his featured as he sunk a knife into the spongy cake.
“bon appetit?” jaafar offered weakly, the slightly solid slice of cake separating from the crumbly mess of their cake. not even cute little ribbons could save this one.
“i think we should just finish what we were doing instead,” y/n said, her lashes fluttering against her cheek as he set the knife down.
gladly.
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thank you so much for reading if you did, i hope you enjoyed it as much as i enjoyed writing it! 🥹
