23yo🍰 ENFP 🥳 your goofy french gal (oui oui baguette)🥖 writing something don't know what but still writing,(If you have any requests or questions you can put it in my ask xoxo) 🤸♂️
My name is [redacted] but you can call me J, I'm 22 years old (2003 baby !), born and raised in France (the countryside not Paris👀).
I'm currently studying philosophy, I'm in my third year. (what does this look like a job interview zkzizjkzkz) 🤸♂️
I'm a Capricorn, Enfp, I have two cats and I'm into witchcraft,any kind of spiritual subjects,cooking, video games (especially choices games),dnd and self care.😌
I started reading fanfiction back in middle school and since then I never stopped. I always wanted to start writing my own stuff so here I am ! (Btw english is not my first language so if I made/make mistakes I'm sorry ! 🩷)
So after talking about me we're going to talk about my page and which fandom I'm going to write for (finally) 👀
Fandom (I'm currently writing about) 📝 :
Love and deepspace 🪐
Fandom I will/can write about :
Arcane 💠
Baldur's Gate 3 🎲
Jujutsu Kaisen 🤞
And many others
Marvel 🦸
(if you have request or questions my ask is open that's all for now but I will be back 👹)
Masterlist✒️
Love and Deepspace 🪐
Multiples characters:
- The lads men react to you sending them a spicy picture🔞
- Which perfume would the LADS men wear (according to me) 💐
-They accidentally hurt you during training🩹(smau)
-You organise a surprise party for the lads men but there’s a little misunderstanding
- drawing on the lads men while they sleep -> part.1 (Xavier,Zayne)
- You accidentally send a message meant for your friend to the LADS men , accidentally confessing you’re in love with them. (smau)
-You were in a rock band and the LADS men see a video of it for the first time.
- You're showing you henna to the LADS men (smau + fem!reader)
Xavier:
- A Very Good Day :In a cozy mountain chalet, you and Xavier escapes the chaos of everyday life, enjoying lazy mornings and homemade breakfasts.
Unfold reached another type of low, I was so hype about Valko and I still am but I am genuinely upset about this, a lot of people we're already so in love with him and I still hope they will change their mind again. Because I genuinely thought about deleting the game.
Hello guys ! I have been away for so long sorry about that, I was so deep in my college stuff but now that the year is over I can write again ! Hope you're all okay and see you soon ! 💖
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For the beginning of this year, I would like to set myself a little challenge: it would be to write a fanfic for each of the major tarot arcana. So I wanted to know if you guys would be interested and if you think I should do the tarot arcana in order or not? (and if they're any arcana you would like me to do) :3
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What would lads men choose in this or that wedding edition?like veil or no veil,tiara or barehead,elopment or big wedding,first look at the wedding or not,hair up or hair down(for the bride),last name change or not,First dance or no attention,planned or last minute(you can also add more if you have more in mind 💞)
Hey Anon , sorry for the long wait, here is the first part with Xavier and Zayne <3
THIS OR THAT WEDDING EDITION (LADS x fem!reader) PART 1.
Xavier ✨
Tiara → I think xavier would love tiara because it doesn’t hide your face but it add a little bit of fantasy to your beauty (btw i thought xavier’s last myth was similar too dark fantasy so know i can only imagine thoses types of tiaras)
Big wedding → This guy is litteraly royaulty so big wedding it is and i think a part of him absolutly love the fact so many people can see that you’re his so he’s obviously thrieving. Big wedding, big feast, big ball (maybe like a mascarade) .
First look at wedding → I think as much he wanted to see you , he wanted to respect this cute tradition(espicially if you wanted to do it) , he spend many years waiting for you so a few hours won’t hurt (even if this guy always want to be by your side).
First dance → As i said before he love showing people you’re his and he’s yours, so go dance with this man right now, i’m sure his dancing skills are amazing due to his education so if you’re not feeling confident in your dancing skills just follow his lead, he will catch you.
Planned -> Xavier let you handle everything, not in the sense that you had to take care of everything, but in the sense that he wanted everything to be to your liking and therefore let you choose everything, but of course, he was always there to help you.
Flowers in your hair -> I picture Zayne as a flower type of guy, he would find it pretty like a delicate sort of beauty and it enhance your natural beauty. And on your wedding night, he will gently remove the flowers before putting them in a vase or preserving them frozen in ice.
Big wedding -> I think he would do big wedding to make his parents proud but also demonstrate you that his is all in. Thes vibes are a lot of flowers (again) and some more traditionals notes but he still ask your aproval for everything.
First look at wedding -> i think he would catch a glimpse of you before the wedding, smiling softly at your blurry figure behind the window but will never tell you because he want a perfect day for you, that wouldn't stop him from being amazed as you walked down the aisle.
First dance -> It is more a "couple's stroll who just got married" than a first dance, so both of you will walk around the property among the guests along a path made especially for you and then privately share a slow dance that is very romantic.
Planned -> As a surgeon, he has a busy schedule and therefore delegates a lot to you, but he always finds a way to help you via messages or by sending his mother to help you. You choose the appointment times so that it works for both of you and you can enjoy those precious moments together without worrying about work .
Activities -> Ice skating and Flowers arranging.
Hi guys! Sorry for not posting this summer, i had a summer job so less time to work on my writing and those last week i went back to college, so i'm trying to find the time to write and respond to your requests so don't worry i'm not forgetting you <3
I just finished Xavier's New Myth don't talk to me...
SPOILERS AHEAD
The story destoryed me, it's so tragic, i can't even process it.
Like they got back together after so many years waiting for one another even if mc didnt remember it well for a time, to finally be together during their death like please give me the tissue i can't handle it the tears are streaming down my face as we speak.
And like i understood and read comments about it like the death of queen mc happened twice the first time Xavier stay and become the "Mad King" and now in the current timeline he didn't come back and stay on the main story because he "know" or feel he can't save this MC (queen MC) so he trying to find her in other univers like the main story.
It bring me some peace to think that at least the Mad King version of Xavier died with Queen MC, but MY SHAYLASSS, i can't that so sad.
As a big romantic this myth really impacted me, i'm going to think about it all night.
Btw if you want to talk about it in the comment go ahead i would like to have your opinion on this myth. <3
(btw sorry for the typos and the lack of punctuation)
If you ever see me get snatched up by a blonde Dark Knight, don’t do anything, I’m exactly where I want to be !
Me watching this art : "no lube, no protection, all night, all day..."
I NEED THIS MAN, THE ARMOR STAY ON🫦 (i'm joking i would take him in any shape or form)
MY SHAYLAAA LOOK AT HIS FACE + they're interactions are so cute, the little sword and the birds shaped hands (totally a thing i could do 👀)
My track of thought :
1) OMG THE KISS IS SO CUTE AND INTIMATE
2) wait a minute....
3) here we go again... we're both going to die... we're together at least
Do you do scenarios or headcanons? If so, how many characters can we request for scenarios or headcanons? Would you do the same prompt with different characters? Can we request for male reader, female reader, gender neutral reader, etc? Are there any characters you won't do in each fandom? Can we request characters from different fandoms in a request? Are there any topics you won't do like rape, suicide, etc? Do you do poly ships x reader? Would you mind if we request for Alternate Universes or Aus like AU where the character lives happily? Would you mind if the request is suggestive, implied sex, or mentioned sex but no explicit sex? Would you do NSFW requests? If so, can we request Dom/sub, creampie, bondage, cunnilingus, spanking, finger fucking, size kink, deepthroating, threesome, virginity loss, squirting, nipple play, praise kink, shibari, voice kink, breeding kink, overstimulation, body worship, crossdressing, coming in pants/underwear, and lingerie? For Baldur's Gate 3 requests, would you mind if we don't specify the race/class to leave it ambiguous or if we ask specify the race/class like human/healer? What kinks would you accept for requests? Can anons request smut? Can we check with you if you received our requests? Thank you in advance!
I do scenarios and headcanons (and as many characters as you want)
I can do the same prompt with different characters
You can request for a gender in specific (but being honest with you I’m a bit more comfortable writing for female or neutral reader but I will never say no to a male reader because I liked to write for everybody <3 )
If the characters are of age I can write about them (but I’m more comfortable writing for characters in their twenties or more) and if really I don’t like writing about a character I will simply say it to you but It’s rare.
I prefer to only stick to one fandom by post so if you do a request with multiples fandom, I think I would do multiple posts (but maybe I will change my mind)
I don’t feel comfortable talking about S.A in my writing but on the topic of suicide if it’s only about like the mention of it I don’t mind but I wouldn’t write something graphic.
I, absolutely, can-do poly ships x reader <3
I don’t mind AU at all <3
I don’t mind suggestive request ^^
I can do NSFW request (even if I will be a blushing mess while writing ediugfgr)
You can request kinks <3 (I just don’t do anything pee or poop related, of course i’m not judging this kink it’s just not for me <3)
For Baldur’s gate you don’t have to specify the race/class the character but if you want it’s also okay <3
I accept most of the kinks like I say previously but there is a lot of them I don’t know so I will see on the spot (but all the kinks you mentioned I don’t mind writing about them <3)
Anon can request smut (But please minors do not send me smut requests even in anon, it would make me deeply uncomfortable and please don’t interact with nsfw stuff I post, this is one of my only requests please respect it <3)
And yes you can check with me if I did receive your request <3
Thanks I really like responding to those questions and I hope I was clear and sorry if I made typos, I am again half asleep, but I hope you have a good day or night <3
Prompt: You're showing your henna to the LADS men (smau + fem!reader)
A/N: In this reader has a family (grandmother and cousins mentionned)
A/N : I'm really happy this post is getting likes, I am from north african heritage from my dad side and henna has been a part of my childhood and my culture heritage (I know henna is part of different cultures so I'm happy people felt represented 🫶)
Other than Jayce Tails, which Arcane characters would you accept requests for? Thanks!
Hey ! I actually accept requests for all the characters I just have preference for some characters like Jayce, Viktor,Vi or Mel but I can do any of the characters so don't worry about it ! 🫶
Apparently i missed one of my (fictional) husbands birthday (I'm not sure that it's the real birthday date but we'll pretend it is) so happy delated birthday to.... Mister Jayce Talis⚒️
By the way, if you ever want me to write something about him, don't hesitate to let me know.
Prompt: You were in a rock band and the LADS men see a video of it for the first time.
Words count : 3323
Warnings: suggestive
A/N: Based on this request (this was fun i hope i got the rock band vibes right 🤗)
Xavier
It was a quiet evening. You were in the kitchen preparing dinner while Xavier was lying on the couch, scrolling on his phone. He had offered to help, but you insisted on doing it yourself, he’d already cooked several times that week.
Bored, he decided to check your profile again, his eyes landing once more on the most recent photo you’d posted: the two of you at an amusement park, laughing and eating ice cream. He smiled at the memory. Then, out of curiosity, he tapped on the “tagged” section of your profile.
Most of the pictures and videos were familiar, but one older video caught his attention. He clicked on it.
There you were—on a stage, looking a little different. A different hairstyle, a bolder, more edgy outfit, something with leather and attitude.
The song seemed to be a duet you were singing with another man—way too close to you for Xavier’s liking. You were sensually getting closer to each other as the suggestive lyrics and deep bass echoed.
You slipped your hands under your “partner’s” jacket, sliding it off and letting it fall to the floor. He moved behind you, your back pressed to his chest, wrapping the mic cord around your wrists and pulling you even closer—close enough for you to sing cheek to cheek. His face nuzzled into your neck, just for a moment, during your verse.
That made Xavier boil inside even more as the crowd erupted in cheers—but thankfully, the song ended, and you pulled away from the man.
Xavier stood up.
You hadn’t heard from your boyfriend for a while, and just as you were about to ask him how his day was, you felt a presence behind you—a body pressed against your back, warm breath on your neck and a phone screen in front of you.
“So… you never told me you were in a band,” he said, his voice low and close to your ear—almost like a whisper.
“I–I didn’t think it was important. It was a few years ago,” you replied with a nervous laugh, feeling flustered by his body towering behind you, your eyes still fixed on the video playing in front of you.
You felt his arm snake around your waist.
“I mean, I knew you liked being tied up,” he murmured, “but I didn’t realize you were into doing it in public… and with another man, no less.”
You turned around to face him, your eyes searching his expression for any clue of what he was feeling—but you couldn’t quite read the emotion in his gaze.
“It was just acting. There was nothing between him and me. You know how people are—they love drama.” You cupped his face in your hands, hoping to reassure him.
His brows were still slightly furrowed, but his features seemed to soften the moment you touched his face.
"Yeah, I know," he said, pressing a kiss to the palm of your hand before pulling you into a tender embrace.
"So… can we reenact it? Then you can post that on your page."
"Xavier!" you exclaimed, laughing as you buried your face in his chest.
Zayne
Zayne was at the hospital, and you had dropped by for a little impromptu visit. You were now waiting for him in the lobby. A few interns whispered as you walked past them, but you assumed it was just because you were dating their boss.
Those same interns gathered in a corner, out of your line of sight, to talk more privately. At that exact moment, Zayne arrived and caught a few words of their conversation:
“But I’m telling you, it’s her,” one of them said before pulling her phone out of her pocket, tapping a few times on the screen, and showing it to the others.
Curious, he discreetly moved closer, leaning against the wall and pretending to be interested in a file, while actually peeking over the intern’s shoulder.
He blinked in surprise when he saw you on the screen—sitting behind a drum set, focused and driving the rhythm of the music.
Just from listening, Zayne could tell you and your drums were the heart of the piece. Without you, the entire vibe would’ve been completely different.
He never pictured you as the rock-band type of girl, but he was pleasantly surprised.
As you hit the bass drum with your foot, you took the chance to light a cigarette and bring it to your lips — a small detail that made a frown crease your boyfriend’s forehead.
You picked your drumsticks back up, making the instrument thunder even louder, adjusting your cigarette from time to time, a smile on your lips as you hummed the lyrics of the song.
You were drenched in sweat by the end of the video but clearly buzzing from the amazing show you and your friends had just rocked. After exchanging high-fives, you flicked your now-extinguished cigarette butt into the small trash can near the edge of the stage. Then, just before stepping off, you threw a playful wink at the camera.
“Am I interrupting something? ” Zayne finally said, poking his nose out from behind his fake folder. He gave the interns a cold, sharp look.
“Uh, no, sorry boss, we’re getting back to work,” one of the interns replied quickly before they all hurried off to their duties.
Zayne let out a small, muffled laugh before walking toward you. You had just lifted your head from your phone, and a smile lit up your face when you saw him; you stood up, going to meet him with eagerness.
“Look who’s here…” he said, smiling as he felt your hand slip into his.
“How was work today?” You were always so concerned about him overworking himself—you sometimes acted protective toward this full-grown man.
“Great…” He squeezed your hand a little tighter as you both walked out of the building. “Did I ever tell you how bad smoking is for your health?” He looked at you like he was about to give a full lecture.
“Uh?” You looked at him with curious confusion. “Yeah, I know. Why do you say that?”
“Some interns were watching videos of your old band… I guess you still have fans.”
He noticed the gears turning in your head before you connected the dots.
“Oh my god, don’t worry, those were fake—like the ones in some movies,” you explained, bringing your linked hands up to your chest.
“Well, that’ll save me from giving you that lecture I did when I caught you trying to smoke years ago.” He took your other hand and placed a gentle kiss on the back of it.
You blushed as you felt his lips against your skin.
“Yeah, I could definitely do without that,” you replied.
“Yeah, I know, but just to be safe, I’m going to have to watch all the videos of your old band,” he tease.
You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help smiling. “Safe my ass. You just want to see me on stage.”
He chuckled, shaking his head. “Language, young lady. But yeah, you have a point.”
You reached into your bag and pulled out a box of macarons, holding it up. “Okay... by the way, I bought macarons. We can eat them while watching my old videos.”
His face softened, squeezing your hand. “A perfect evening with you, my love.”
You squeezed his hand back, feeling warm inside as you both walk toward home.
Rafayel
Rafayel was working on one of his canvases, a piece commissioned by a local artist for an upcoming rock concert. He had set up on the terrace, researching the singer’s style as well as the different subgenres of rock.
That’s when he came across a section about local bands—and to his surprise, your face suddenly appeared in one of the articles. He blinked, taken aback. He hadn’t expected to see you there.
It was a fun, playful photo of you and your band goofing around, and it clearly had been well-received by the press—used repeatedly in various articles about your group.
Curious, Rafayel clicked on the link that led to the band’s official page. There were old tour dates, merch, and even videos.
He chose to play a video where you were wearing a light white dress looking ethereal. Your voice was both beautiful and powerful, the spotlight followed your every step, casting a soft glow on you while the rest of the band remained slightly in the background, in the shadows.
Then, the light shifted—focusing on a chair placed at the center of the stage, the very one you were slowly walking toward. You sat down, the chair positioned to the side so the audience could admire your profile. The music shifted into a softer, more intimate tone for the final verse, your voice directed toward the sky as a thin rope began to descend from the ceiling.
And on the last line of the verse, you pulled the rope, causing liters of water to pour down on you. You remained seated for a few moments during the instrumental break before the final chorus. As the first notes echoed through the stage, you stood back up, radiating a renewed energy while the rest of the band came back into the light.
Your stage presence was absolutely electrifying. The way your dress clung to your body, your mascara running in dark streaks, made the crowd erupt in cheers and brought a faint blush to Rafayel’s face.
The video concludes on your band’s partners and you, bowing to the crowd and you throwing a kiss before leaving backstage.
Rafayel let his phone drop onto the lounge chair before heading inside to look for you.
It took him a few minutes to find you in the bathroom, getting ready. He leaned against the wall, watching you. You flashed him a smile when you noticed he was there.
“Hey, love! Everything okay? Did you finish work?” you asked, dabbing some powder onto your face.
“No, not yet. But I was doing a bit of research on local rock bands… and stumbled across something very interesting,” he replied, walking toward you with a mischievous smile on his face. “You never told me you were in a band”
It was like you'd just been caught red-handed. You set the powder down and turned around, looking surprised.
“Oh really? I never told you?” you said with a laugh—both of you knew full well you hadn’t.
He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer.
“No, darling, I would’ve remembered that.” His voice was soft but teasing, making your heart skip a beat.
“Well, yeah, I was in a rock band a few years ago. We lasted about two or three years before we split up. Everyone had different stuff going on, but no hard feelings, you know?” You shrugged, a small smile tugging at your lips as you looked up at him.
“Yeah, I get that… so I dug up some videos for inspiration, maybe you could help me?”
“Oh, of course, baby. Which ones?”
The moment you finished your sentence, he slid his hands to the back of your thighs and lifted you up against him, walking toward the shower. You let out a small, surprised squeal before starting to speak again.
“Raf, I just put on my makeup, and I’m dressed,” you laugh, smacking his back with a cheeky grin.
He just laughs back, lifting you effortlessly into the shower, water splashing over you both as he presses you close and kisses you with pure passion.
“Yeah, yeah, but honestly? Inspiration hit the moment I got a closer look,” he says with a smirk, voice low and teasing. “Especially when you’re wet.”.
“Rafayel!” cheeks flushing a soft pink, trying to hide the smile tugging at your lips.
Sylus
Sylus was “relaxing” (which really meant cleaning his guns), when a ping from his phone distracted him. It was a message from the twins:
“Look at this, boss.”
“I never knew she was in a rock band.”
He clicked on the video they send, with a smile slowly creeping on his face. There you were, his girl, in a black jacket to big for you but you were wearing it so well.
Your messy, sweat-drenched hair clung to the headset mic you were wearing. You were grinning from ear to ear during your guitar solo, while the ecstatic crowd shouted your name and that of your band. Sylus noticed you were holding your guitar in a strange way, almost like it weighed nothing.
He kept watching you, stars in his eyes, right up to the finale—when the song exploded into a chaotic, passionate crescendo. That’s when you raised your guitar as if it were a weapon of war, before smashing it to the ground like a divine hammer strike.
Sylus flinched slightly, then let out a rough, throaty laugh.
“Hey, Sy! I’m on my way back, the metro was a few minutes late but I’ll be home in like five!” you chirped through the line, the faint sounds of the city bustling behind you.
“Kitten, I didn’t know you had a thing for destroying valuable objects. If I had, I would've bought you some fine china just so you could smash it,” he said, amusement laced through his rough voice, eyes still locked on the screen.
“Huh?! What are you talking about, babe?” you laughed, confused but intrigued.
“I found out you used to be in a rock band. Funny, I thought I knew every band from the area.” His tone shifted into something lower, teasing.
“Oh, that!” you replied with a chuckle, the sound of your steps echoing now as you climbed the stairs to your building. “That was a prop guitar—I’d never hurt one of those beauties for real.”
Your keys jingled as you reached the front door, your free hand brushing back strands of windblown hair as you balanced the phone between shoulder and cheek.
“Ah, that explains the way you were holding it, then,” Sylus murmured before hanging up, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips as the screen froze on your wild grin mid-performance, guitar raised like a weapon and stage lights blazing behind you.
You opened the door, took off your shoes, and walked into the living room where your handsome boyfriend was sitting on the sofa. You walked up behind him, kissed his cheek, and wrapped your arms around him, looking over his shoulder.
“Who sent you that?” you asked, your voice full of curiosity and warm nostalgia.
He turned his head slightly to look you in the eyes, then locked his phone and let it slip onto the sofa.
“That’s a secret,” he said, taking your hand from around him and kissing it, his red eyes sparkling with mischief. Then he added, “But hey, if you ever want to practice or get back on stage, don’t hesitate to come to me.”
You smiled and kissed him softly.
“You’ll be the first person I turn to if the urge comes back.”
He just muttered a soft, “Good,” before pulling you down onto the sofa with him. You sank into his embrace, finding him (surprisingly)comfortable, as always . Resting your head in the hollow of his shoulder, Sylus began humming a tune, gently stroking your back to help you unwind after the long day.
Caleb
Caleb was working late in his office at Sky Haven. He hated paperwork—especially when it cut into the time he could’ve been spending with you.
Still, he gave himself a break. Sitting in front of the holographic screen he usually used for work, he let his curiosity wander, occasionally using it for more... recreational browsing.
Like today, when—purely by chance, of course—he stumbled across your file in the organization’s vast database. Even though he had been by your side for most of your life, there were still things he’d missed. And that—more than anything—was what weighed on him the most.
He scrolled down the file, he already knew most of the stuff on here but one video catched his attention.
You were on stage, singing into a mic, looking euphoric—like you were having the time of your life. The crowd was cheering wildly, urging you to jump into their arms. “I will always catch you!” they chanted, echoing the lyrics of a song you had written with your band—one of the fans’ all-time favorites.
You swayed your hips, taking a few dancing steps backward to gain momentum before leaping into the crowd.
Caleb held his breath the moment your feet left the ground, only exhaling when he saw your body caught safely by the sea of hands.
The camera angle shifted—it was now from the drone hovering above the place.
It zoomed in on your face—you were still clutching your mic, trying to sing the chorus without laughing, but failing. Meanwhile, the crowd kept chanting. The feeling was exhilarating.
The video ended with you being gently lowered back down, walking through the crowd, high-fiving and hugging some of them. He closed the file with a mix of sadness and admiration.
“Sir.”
Caleb jumped slightly before turning around, looking furious. “What?!”
The man who had just walked into the room to do his job looked a bit taken aback.
“I just wanted to let you know—your plane to Linkon has arrived.”
Caleb’s shoulders relaxed at the man’s words. “Good.”
He walked past him, heading down the wide corridor toward the landing strip.
Meanwhile, miles and minutes away from the scene, you were standing on the stepladder, painting the ceiling a new colour. You had decided to do it in the middle of the evening. Missing your boyfriend was making you do some questionable activities. You were on your tiptoes, stretching to reach a stubborn spot when you felt your feet slip. You let out a small yelp, trying to catch yourself but missing the stepladder. You were now bracing yourself for the impact…
But it never came.
Instead, you found yourself in the arms of the man of your life, looking at you with a goofy smile before he softly sang the lyrics you wrote years ago:
“I will always catch you, anytime, anywhere —
Trust me, I will be there.”
He sang it with a teasing smile, gently squeezing you in his arms. You tried to squirm away out of embarrassment but quickly gave up and just buried your face in his chest.
“You saw the video,” you mumbled.
“I saw the video,” he grinned. “The song’s kinda catchy… I might set it as my ringtone.”
You were blushing so hard against his chest, he probably felt it.
“Oh? Are you blushing, pipsqueak?” he teased, setting you down gently before sliding a finger under your chin, making you look him in the eyes. You were, indeed, blushing.
“I’m blushing because… that song was actually made with you in mind,” you confessed, feeling your face grow even hotter as your eyes tried to focus on the wall behind him.
There was a silence that stretched for a few seconds before your eyes landed on him again—and that’s when you realized he was still wearing his formal Fleet suit. You were going to explode. Your gaze trailed up to his face, where he was staring at you like you’d grown a third eye.
“Surprise?” you offered with an awkward smile, trying to diffuse the… tension in the room.
You barely had time to register it before Caleb’s lips crashed into yours—a kiss you happily returned.
You let out a small moan when you felt him bite your bottom lip. “Caleb, I have paint on me”
“I don’t care,” he said, trying to shrug off his heavy jacket while still kissing you, guiding you both toward the bedroom.
