The players reaction to the fans giving gifts to their girlfriends that isn't famous,like she just have a normal life but date them. Like when youtubers receive mailbox and the fans send present to their child or girlfriends,i think is cute 🥹
unsuspecting gifts
pairings: macklin celebrini, will smith, fraser minten, ben kindel, connor bedard x reader
summary: you didn't expect to get gifts from everyone
warnings: fluff
wc: 1.7k
MACKLIN CELEBRINI
you don't expect to be noticed. at mack's games, you keep things simple -- quiet clothes, quiet presence, just another face in the crowd. you like it that way. it lets your focus on him, on the speed and sharpness of his game, the way everything else fades when he's on the ice.
but tonight, people are looking. it starts subtly -- whispers, glances that linger a little too long. you try to ignore it until intermission, when someone approaches you.
you hesitate, then nod. her face lightens up as she presses a bracelet into your hand, beads in team colours. "i made this for you."
the sweetness of it catches you off guard. "oh thank you," you say softly.
after that, it doesn't stop. someone else hands you a folded note before briskly walking away. by the time the game resumes, your hands are full of little, thoughtful things, kindness from people who don't know you, but still chose you.
it's overwhelming, but gentle. mack finds you after the game, eyes scanning until they land on you. he smiles at first -- then pauses when he sees everything you're holding.
"what happened?" he asks, a quiet laugh slipping through as he drops into the seat beside you.
you lift the bracelet slightly. "look at what your fans gave me."
his expression shift, surprise softening into something more careful as he looks at you. "you okay?"
you nod, a small smile forming. "yeah. it's actually really nice."
relief settles into his shoulders. he nudges your knee, grin returning, softer this time. "they like you," he says.
you shake your head lightly. "i think they just like you."
he glances at the gifts, then back at you, something warm and certain in his expression.
"pretty sure it's you that they love."
WILL SMITH
it's after a game, the arena is still buzzing, the kind of electric energy that clings to will even as he steps out of it. you're half a step behind him, tucking into your usual place -- close enough to matter, far enough to stay out of the spotlight. that's how it's always been. you have your life, your routines, your quiet normalcy. he has...all of this.
so when someone calls your name -- not his -- you almost don't turn.
"hey umm, this is for you."
you blink, surprised, as a fan leans over the barrier, holding out a small gift bag. it's nothing extravagant, just tissue paper and a shy smile behind it. you hesitate, glancing instinctively at will.
he's already looking at you. not confused or annoyed, just soft, like he's trying not to grin too wide.
"go on," he murmurs, nudging your elbow.
you take it, offering a polite thank you, but it doesn't stop there. another voice, another hand, something wrapped this time. then another. suddenly, you're the one being noticed, pulled into the orbit you've always watched from the edges.
it's overwhelming in the gentlest way. will shifts closer, a quiet presence at your side. not possessive or showy, just there with his hand brushing yours briefly, grounding you.
'i think they like you more than me," he says under his breath, amusement threading through it.
you huff softly, still dazed. "they barely even know me."
he glances at you then, really looks, like the answer is obvious. "they know enough."
you don't ask what that means.
later, when you're back in the car, the noise gone and the night settling around you, he reaches over and tugs one of the gift bags into his lap, peeking inside like a kid.
a quiet laugh escapes him. "this one is so you."
you watch him, the way he smiles -- not at the crowd, not for camera, but because of this, and because of you -- and something warm settles in your chest. you're not part of his world, not really. but somehow, they've made space for you anyway, and so has he.
FRASER MINTEN
you're not at the game tonight -- just at home, curled up on the couch with a blanket and your phone on silent, half-watching, half-waiting for him to come home. you like it that way. you're in the quiet of your home, and get to look up to see fraser do what he loves, and he knew that. he's always known you're not one to always love the loud arena, but you're still at home supporting him just as hard.
he doesn't mention anything unusual when he texts you quickly before the game, just a quick thinking of you, like always. it isn't until later, long after the final buzzer, that something feels different. there's a pause before his next message. typing, stopping, typing again.
when he finally calls, his voice is softer than usual, threaded with something fond and a little disbelieving.
he tells you it started with one fan by the glass during warmups, holding out a small, neatly wrapped package, with a small sign saying they had something for you. they didn't ask for a puck like everyone else around them, just if he could give their gift to you.
when he took the gift and said he'd pass it on to you, then came another, and another. by the time he made his way back down the tunnel, he had a handful of little things carefully tucked away. a handwritten note, a bracelet, a tiny keychain. things that felt chosen and made for you, not general things that were bought not too long ago.
he laughs quietly, like he can't quite process it. not in a mocking way, but in a grounded, slightly shy way he has when something catches him off guard.
"they just...wanted you to have all these."
you can picture the way he'd say it, shrugging a little, like he doesn't want to make it bigger than it is. but you hear the undercurrent too -- the protectiveness, the quiet pride. the way he didn't brush it off, and let the staff hold onto the gifts. he kept every single one, ready to bring them to you.
later, when he gets home, he sets them out for you with surprising care, like they're fragile. like they matter only because they were for you. and when you look up at him, a little overwhelmed by the amount of things people had to gift you, he just smiles, easy and steady.
BEN KINDEL
you stand a few steps off to the side, arms crossed, trying to look casual while ben signs autographs for a long line of fans. even on a day off, he's magnetic -- smiling, joking, shaking hands with everyone. your chest swells a little watching him.
"here you go," someone says suddenly, holding out a small wrapped package. you blinked, startled. "uhh...this is for you."
you glance around, confused, but the fan just smiles and nods before moving on. you're now holding a little gift, your cheeks heating a bit. you weren't expecting anything -- you though that no one really knows you, and didn't really think that people would care to give you something.
before you can overthink it, ben notices. he's mid-signature, but his eyes catch the exchange. his brow arches as he waves at you. "hey! is that...for you?"
you nod, a little shy. "yeah...i guess someone actually knows about me."
ben's grin spreads wide, genuine and teasing. he finishes up the autograph he's signing, quickly making his way over to you with easy confidence. "well, look at that," he says, crouching slightly to get closer. "you've got yourself your own fans."
you laugh nervously. "i didn't expect this when i decided to come today."
"exactly," he says softly, draping an arm around your shoulders. "you're just being you, and somehow, people already love you for it. and let me tell you? i do too. probably more than anyone here." his thumb brushes your arm gently.
you shake your head, smiling. "ben-"
"nope," he interrupts, smirking. "this is official. you get lovely gifts, and i get to have the proud boyfriend look. deal?"
you laugh, leaning into him. "deal."
he kisses your temple, then looks down at the small package in your hands with a small grin. "seeing people love you just as much as i do has officially made my day...though i might be a little jealous of whoever gave you this."
CONNOR BEDARD
the engine hums low as connor pulls out of the arena parking lot, one hand loose on the wheel, the other tapping lightly against it. you're mid-sentence about something completely normal -- groceries, maybe, or a show you want to watch -- when he exhales a quiet laugh.
"still interesting," he says, glancing at the small crowd gathered near the exit. "they wait out here every time."
you shrug, used to it by now. "i mean, you're kinda a big deal."
he huffs. "kinda?"
as the car slows, a few fans try to get closer, waving. connor rolls down his window automatically, his posture shifting -- polite and practiced, expecting they want to take a photo with him or want him to sign something as usual.
a girl at the front beams, but her eyes flick past him -- straight to you.
"oh my god, hi!" she says.
you blink, not expecting to be talked to. "hi?"
connor's brows knit slightly. he glances at you, then back at everyone, confused but still smiling. "did you want a photo, or-?"
"actually," another fan cuts in, holding up a small gift bag, "this is for you." she leans a bit, offering it toward the window.
you freeze. "for...me?"
connor fully turns now, his confusion obvious. "wait, what?"
the first girl nods eagerly. "we just think you're really cool, and wanted to give you this."
connor lets out a soft, disbelieving laugh. "you guys are bringing her gifts now?"
you nudge his arm lightly. "don't sound so offended."
"i'm not offended," he says, trying to defend himself, shaking his head even though a grin breaks through. "i just- this is new."
you accept the bag carefully. "thank you! this is really sweet."
another fan hands over something small -- a handmade bracelet. "we see you at games sometimes," she says. "and you just seem really nice."
connor leans back in his seat, watching you with an expression that softens into something quieter, more personal. "they like you more than me," he mutters.
you smile, glancing at him. "obviously."
he snorts, but there's pride in it. "yeah," he says, pulling the car forward once the crowd clears. "obviously."
a/n: i'm starting a movement and putting all of you guys on my other goat ben kindel
song on repeat: not a song, but i'm watching the pitt :P
Imagine a reader being teased by her husband gil galad for saving him.
----Gil-galad, now safe thanks to his wife's bravery, lets his gratitude and love for her show with gentle teasing and heartfelt words.
Title: The King’s Beloved
The night was quiet as you and Gil-galad found shelter in a small, secluded cottage deep in the forest, far from the orc camp where you had just saved him. Despite the dangers of the night and your exhaustion, you couldn’t help but feel the tension as he stared at you, eyes filled with both admiration and mischief.
After settling in, he turned to you, a smirk tugging at his lips. “You’re full of surprises, you know that?” he said, his voice soft, almost a purr. “The great High King, saved by his wife—who’s barely taking care of herself because she’s also carrying our child.”
You blushed, avoiding his gaze. “I couldn’t let you stay there,” you murmured. “I would have done anything.”
He reached out, lifting your chin so you met his eyes. “Anything,” he repeated, his tone rich with warmth. “It takes a heart as fierce as yours to risk so much for me.” He brushed a loose strand of hair from your face, his fingers lingering against your cheek. “Tell me, my love… how did I become worthy of someone so brave?”
Your cheeks flushed even more, his words wrapping around your heart. “I don’t think I’m so brave,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.
He chuckled, drawing closer. “Oh, but you are. To come all that way, to face orcs and fire, all to rescue a fool who managed to get herself captured… and while carrying our child, no less.” He shook his head, still smiling. “I am in awe of you.”
You looked down, your heart racing. “I only did what any wife would do.”
“Not just any wife,” he murmured, his voice low and teasing. “No one else would have had the courage or the fire to do what you did.” His hand moved to rest gently on your stomach, a soft smile breaking over his face. “It seems our child will have quite the story of how their mother braved danger to bring their father home.”
The tenderness in his gaze made your heart flutter. “Stop,” you said, embarrassed but feeling warmth bloom in your chest.
But he wasn’t finished. Tilting your face up again, he leaned in, his lips brushing your forehead as he whispered, “How could I ever thank you? What words could possibly express how much I love you?”
Before you could respond, he pulled back, a hint of playfulness returning to his eyes. “It’s a shame I didn’t see you in action, though. I imagine it was quite the sight—my beautiful wife, charging into battle for her king. Perhaps I should make you my queen’s champion.”
You laughed, rolling your eyes. “Oh, please. I only managed to avoid the orcs because of luck.”
“Luck? Hardly,” he replied, taking your hand in his. “It was all courage, all heart. You have both in abundance, my love.” His thumb traced circles over your knuckles as he continued, “I’ve always admired that about you. But tonight…” He leaned in close, his lips almost brushing your ear. “Tonight, I’m simply enchanted.”
Your heart raced, his words leaving you warm and flustered. You tried to look away, but he held your gaze, his eyes shining with that familiar affection and devotion. “You make it difficult for me to focus on anything else,” he said, his voice a deep murmur.
Unable to contain your blush, you tried to play it off with a laugh. “You should rest, Gil-galad. We both should.”
But he pulled you closer, his expression softening. “Only if you’ll rest with me. I’ve been without you far too long. I think tonight, I just want you close.”
Blushing but unable to resist, you nestled into his arms, finding comfort in his embrace. And as the night wrapped around you, his gentle words lingered in your heart, filling you with a warmth that you knew would last long after the dawn.
''stay with me, I don't want you to leave'' — G. Satoru
pairing: Gojo Satoru x fem!reader
summary: Gojo wants to recreate this cute trend with his cute girlfriend
Gojo barged into the room, totally disregarding his girlfriend who was silently enjoying her book with a cup of coffee. By this time, Y/n was accustomed to her lover’s antiques.
“What is it now, Gojo?” She sighed, putting the book down.
With a cheeky grin, Gojo handed her a brand-new lipstick that he just got from Dior on his way back from Jujutsu Tech. Taking it back, Y/n looked at him questioningly.
“…Thank you…?”
“…”
“Are you not happy? Is the color not to your liking?” Gojo pouted childishly making Y/n giggle. “It's not that, you big baby,” she smiled pecking his lips. “But what’s the occasion?”
It was nothing new for her lover to buy her gifts, considering how much Gojo loved to spoil the people he loved. But this was too sudden— they were not going on a date, and nor was it her birthday, so this must be one of his ploys to do something mischievous—typical Gojo.
“Put it on and kiss me.”
Y/n blinked at her lover a few times. “You want me to kiss you with this on?”
Gojo nodded his head furiously. Giving in, she opened the cap, and with the help of Gojo who held up his phone to help her apply the cosmetic correctly, she kissed him on the cheek.
Thinking it was the end, she attempted to wipe it off with a tissue before Gojo stopped her.
“Again!”
A smile played on Y/n’s lips. “You want me to kiss you again? With the lipstick?”
Gojo again shook his head, This went on for a couple of minutes — she would apply the lipstick, kiss Gojo, apply it, and kiss him. This was getting a little troubling. Don’t get her wrong though. Y/n loves to kiss her boyfriend but she would like to know why this sudden obsession of kissing came over her darling babe.
Before Gojo asked her to kiss him again, Y/n stopped putting the lipstick down. “Babe, I love to kiss you but your face is literally covered in them—” She cut herself off when the realization finally hit her. “Don’t tell me you were recreating that lipstick trend from tiktok?”
Gojo shyly hid his face with his hands while giggling like a two-year-old. His actions made Y/n burst out laughing. Her boyfriend can really be a kid sometimes,
“You could have asked me to do it instead of making this such a suspense, you dummy!”
“But I wanted it to be a surprise”, Gojo finally said and pointed it to the camera he had hidden (don’t ask me how or when) After Y/n calmed down from her giggling hysteria, she spoke. “Do you want me to recreate it properly, this time?”
“You would?’’ Gojo’s bright blue eyes held a light in them.
“Why not? I can’t possibly deny my boyfriend of such an adorable request, now can I?”
It was Gojo’s time to kiss Y/n on the lips.
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I was writing a Nick Amaro story. This popped into my head, and it wouldn’t let go. My first attempt at another one of my favorite SVU men Carisi. I was nervous to write him, but I had so much fun with it. Someone has to tell me if I hit his character right.
Your mind is in a whirlwind. You have no idea how you’ve come to be at this spot in your life. It doesn’t feel real. Your life wasn’t like this. Good things just didn’t happen to you like this. So, you just watched the scene play out in front of you through misty eyes. Time had slowed, and words were taking longer to process adding to the surreal state.
Sonny didn’t notice as he pulled Chinese food boxes from a paper bag and set them on your desk. He was chatting animally, about how he wasn’t sure if you were still trying to cut back on carbs, and that you really didn’t need to. He had been craving Chinese and he thought you should eat some too. He honestly liked his woman with meat on their bones, curves, he was Italian after all. But he had gotten you a salad too.
You had been the one complaining to him last week that since you had started seeing him two months ago you had gained almost ten pounds and now your pants were tight. Sonny was an amazing cook and he loved to feed you. You loved to eat his cooking, but he couldn’t really be okay with you gaining weight, could he? No man was like that. They were visual, they wanted their woman to look like they had just walked off the runway impossibly small. It had been a hard pill to swallow as you had started dating in high school. As you had gotten older it hadn’t gotten better. Men had a way of giving women body issues.
“I got you a Coke before I remembered that you're giving up pop too. So, I got you a Raspberry Lemonade instead.” He was setting the drinks on the desk as he spoke, “Then I remembered how much sugar it had and got you water. I got tell you though doll, a salad and water doesn’t sound like much of a meal to me.” There was a twinge of exasperation in his voice.
You feel tears start to roll down your face. Sonny had only texted you an hour beforehand to see if you had time for a quick lunch. You had expected to just meet him somewhere, you didn’t have a lot of time but enough to sit down and eat. You hadn't expected him to come over with a feast of Chinese food for the both of you, a salad if you decided you wanted to continue your healthy eating, and three different drinks because honestly who did that? You would blame the tears on PMS because in what world does a girl start crying because her boyfriend is being nice and respectful to her.
When Sonny turns and sees your tears, he cuts off midsentence concern written all over his face. “Hey, hey, hey, what's wrong sweetheart?” You can’t say anything emotions bubbling up through your stomach. “Did I do something wrong? I didn’t mean to.” You roll your eyes at yourself for being stupid, not him. When Sonny sees it, he doesn’t interpret it that way. He reaches for you putting a hand on your shoulder. His voice lowered to almost a whisper, “Is it because I brought that salad? Honey, I don’t want you to eat that. I was just,” He groaned bringing his other hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose. “I was just trying to be respectful of your decisions. In hindsight, I can see how it looks bad though.” His voice is tense and then changes to a more upbeat problem-solving tone, “I’ll just go get you something different. Anything you want, just tell me.”
You shake your head at the absolute absurdity of this situation. You finally find your voice, “Sonny please, stop.” He pauses near the closed door of your office. “It’s not the salad. I-I'm just being stupid.” He walked back up to you, caressing your tearstained cheek and wiping at the stray tears with his thumb. Sonny had always been a problem solver, so his mind went to the next possible problem.
“Am I moving too fast again?” That was something you had told Sonny. It had been in a serious conversation right as you agreed to start a relationship where you had admitted that his confidence and speed of the relationship scared your jaded fragile heart. You had admitted none of your relationships had lasted over six months and that you were nervous about ruining the good thing that the two of you had. “I’m trying to keep it slow baby, but it’s something new to me. I didn’t think lunch would be a big deal. I mean we have before-” Your lower lip trembled as you saw the frustration in his face. You were forcing your insecurity onto him.
“No Sonny, you're not.” You wrap your hands around his shoulders pulling him tightly to you, he is stunned for a minute before returning the embrace heartily rubbing you back comfortingly. “Thank you,” You whisper in his ear squeezing him tighter.
“Um, I-I'm not going to lie doll, I’m coming up empty on this one.” One of his hands is still rubbing your back, the other twisted into your hair. Your next words make the tension fall from his shoulders as he kisses your head before tucking it back under his chin.
“Thank you, for showing me what a good man is really like.”
I know it was short, but this was just to get my feet wet. I love Sonny but I’ve never written a character like him before. I hope everyone finds their Carisi. If you haven’t, you're in good company. Love you guys xoxo
Okay wait wait wait wait wait- so Kayleigh Day is from Ireland right? And part of the reason she didn't tell Wymack she was pregnant was because she didn't want to move to the US, right? So that means Kevin grew up in Ireland until she died, right?? Does this mean Kevin has a secret Irish accent?? Little Kevin with an Irish accent!
Imagine Sam being very loose-lipped while he’s on pain medication and confessing that he loves you
Warnings: Injury
@thefandomimagine
Words: 478
You looked at Sam who was sound asleep in his bed in the bunker. You were worried about him because he had gotten severely injured this time and it worried you that he was becoming reckless. You hoped that it wasn’t because of you, but it was because he had saved you from getting hurt and in turn getting hurt himself.
You let out a soft breath as you moved forward and stroked some of his long hair back from his face. “You shouldn’t have done that.” You whispered pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. “I would have been alright on my own.” You honestly weren’t sure why you were saying this now but it was the only thing that you could say to him while he was sleeping. You felt terrible that he hurt himself because of you.
You pulled back as you looked him over only to see a pair of stunning hazel eyes staring back at you. You bit your lip softly.
“Y/N hey…” He said rather groggily looking up at you with blurred eyesight. You were beautiful in his eyes and he wasn’t about to have anything happen to you. You were too important to him and he just didn’t know how to say that out loud to you and admit his feelings towards you.
“Hey, Sammy.” You said softly looking at him with tear-filled eyes.
“Hey, why are you crying?” He asked softly reaching out to touch your cheek softly.
“It’s all my fault that you got hurt.”
“Y/N… it’s never your fault pretty girl.”
You blinked a few times. Pretty girl? That was a new one. He never called you pretty girl. Why would he be calling you a pretty girl? “Sam, how is it not my fault…”
“It’ll never be your fault.”
“Pretty girl?” You questioned softly. “You’ve never called me pretty girl before.”
A dopey smile came to Sam’s lips. “You’re my pretty girl.” He said rather drunkenly in his haze of pain meds.
You gasped softly as you looked at Sam wondering why he would even be saying that.
“You’re my Y/N… mine…”
Your cheeks flushed in embarrassment. You never expected feelings to be admitted when someone was doped up on pain meds. You supposed it was with how much he needed to take that he was going to be rather loose-lipped with you. You shyly looked away from him.
“I love you, Y/N. That’s never going to change.”
Your heart beat quickly in your chest. You had to know when he wasn’t so doped up on pain meds if he was stating was true to you at that very moment. You could only hope that it was true and not going to be a huge letdown. But you had to wait and see to talk to him about this little admittance of feelings.
Song recommendation: Recognize me - Sofia de la Torre (Only on YouTube)
“Hey Y/N!” Giulia calls out, I turn around and see her running towards me.
We just ended practice and I was one of the first ones to leave, to go home.
“Yes?” I say, she gives me a big smile.
“You gotta minute?”
“For you, always.” She laughs at my comment, making my heart jump a little.
“Some of us, thought about having a night out on Friday and I wanted to ask if you’d like to come too?” she explains.
“I would love to, but I can't.”
“You gotta date?”
“I wish I had one for this evening, but I don't.”
She gives me a questionable look and I realize how wired that sentence was.
“You may know that I’m graduating this year and my school, always does a prom night for the seniors and it is this Friday.” I explain and she nods.
“Oh, well have fun then.”
“Wait...did you say that you don't have a date.” she adds and I nod. But before I can say anything some of the other team members are walking towards us, probably because we're standing in the middle of the parking lot.
“And? Are you coming with us on Friday?” Georgia asks but I shake my head.
“Sorry but no.”
“Yeah and I just realized that I forgot that I also have something on Friday, so I can't come too.” Giulia adds.
“Your boring, both of you.” Lina says and I roll my eyes, knowing that she loves both of us.
Or at least I know, that she loves me because since I joined the team two years ago, when I was only 16, she kind of adopted me as her little sister.
“Thanks.” I say and she laughs.
They walk to their cars and leave me alone with Giulia.
“I know that it’s not cool to invite yourself, but can I be your date?” she asks.
“I’m sorry what?”
“On Friday, I don't want you to go alone, so if your want, I would come with you, as your date.”
“It would be a honor for me to have you as my date.”
- - - - - -
“You look good.” Lina says, leaning against the doorframe.
After Giulia kind of asked me to her be her date, I called her within minutes and explained the whole situation. Completely freaking out about it.
She, Georgia and Syd decided to come by at mine, before there night out, to help me get ready.
Well they said they would, actually there just sitting around and chatting. But there distracting me from how nervous I am, which I’m really thankful for.
“Yeah, she's right.” Georgia agrees.
They almost kick me out of my own apartment as its time to go.
“Have fun.” Lina say, hugging me tight.
“Hals und Beinbruch.” Georgia adds, surprising everyone with a knew German sentence, she knows.
“Caro thought me that.” She explains, a proud smile on her face.
“See you later.” Syd says and gives me a fist bump.
“Good night.” I say, before getting into my car and driving off.
I told Giulia that I would pick her up at seven and its exactly five minutes before that when I arrive at her apartment.
I get out of my car and wait till its seven, to ring the bell.
She opens the door in less then a second and for a second my breathing stops.
She’s wearing a red dress, white heels and the biggest smile I’ve ever seen.
“You....You’re....You look beautiful.” I stumble over my words, my cheeks flushing red.
“You’re not looking that bad yourself.” she says and I realize that I still have the bouquet of roses in my hand.
“These are for you.”
“Thank you.” she steps closer as I give them to her and before I can do anything she softly kisses my cheek.
“You smell good.” she whispers, before turning around to bring the flowers into her kitchen, to put them into water.
Probably because after todays practice, I showered three times to make sure that I don't smell like sweat and grass.
“I never thought that you had a romantic side.” Giulia says as we leaver her apartment and get into my car.
“That because I don't have one, I just always had this scenario in my head where I would pick up a girl, with flowers and take her out.” I explain.
“I feel honored to be that girl.”
When we arrive at my school, I make sure to get out of the car before her to open the door for her.
I see her smiling but also realizing that she's enjoying it, to be traten like the queen she is.
They prepared the big sports hall for the prom night and decorated the way from the parking lot to it with lights.
Giulia grabs my hand as we walk towards the hall and I can't help but smile.
A teacher with a list is standing at the entrance, making sure to only let seniors in.
“Name?” he asks as we stop next to him.
“Mr Harris, you’ve known me for five years.” I say, irritated by the fact that he's asking for my name, although he knows exactly what it is.
“No exceptions, Y/L/N.” I notice Giulia holding back her laughter, but Mr Harris smiles at us.
“Have a nice evening, you two.” he says.
“You know what, he reminded me of the guy from Harry Potter.” Giulia says, as we pass him and enter the hall.
“Flitwick.” I say, knowing who she meant “Yeah, he's a bit like him, he's one of the only teachers that understood that sometimes I just wasn't able to do give me homework back, at the deadline because I just had so much stuff going on with soccer.”
“Gosh I remember the day you had your first practice with us.” she says laughing.
“Yeah, I was so nervous I thought I was going to faint, but when Lea came up to me and told me just to focus on playing, it kind of calmed me down.”
As we enter the prom hall, I see many of my class mates, some of them give me wird looks, probably because they recognize Giulia, some of them looked impressed that I have such a beautiful girl as my date, and some of them look just happy that I have someone.
The night goes by way to fast for my liking. We dance, listing to the speeches of some of my teachers, drink Mojitos without alcohol in it, laugh and talk about everything that comes to our minds.
And the whole time, I feel myself enjoying it to be with her. Enjoying the way her eyes sparkle when she smiles, enjoying the sound of her laughters, enjoying the feeling of my heart jumping when she looks at me, enjoying the feeling of her hands in mine.
And when they announce that this is going to be the last dance for tonight, I hold out my hand for her.
“May I have this dance?”
She takes my hand without hesitation.
“Yes.”
I only realize that it’s a slow, love song as we’re stopping in between the other people.
Giulia pulls me closer, her hand resting on my shoulder, mine on her waist, or other hands entangled.
We’re so close, our foreheads almost touch as we move to the soft music.
I’ve never been comfortable with being in big crowds, but it feels like we’re the only one here. like we’re the only two people left on earth right now.
Way to soon, the song ends and we bake apart.
Neither of us wants to go home already, even though its probably around midnight, so we decide to take a walk.
Her hand still entangled with mine.
“Thank you again, for coming with me tonight.” I say, braking the comfortable silence between us.
“It was one of the best nights of my live.” Giulia answers, giving me a smile.
When we drive back to her apartment, I get out of the car and bring her to her door.
And again, our hands are entangled, and it kind of feels like they fit perfectly into each other, like it's meant to be.
“A penny for your thoughts.” She whispers and I smile, its a really cute way to ask what I’m thinking about.
“I just thought about this other scenario I had in my head, where I would kiss the girl on her doorsteps, to let her know how thankful I am, to say goodnight but also to promise her that this wouldn't be our last night.” I ramble.
“Then just do it.” she answers and I'm pretty sure my heart stops beating.
But her smile and the look in her eyes, lets me know that she meant what she said.
I tilt my head a little, leaning closer, before our lips touch I close my eyes.
And as our lips connect, into a soft kiss, my heart starts beating again, but this time like wild.
As we slowly pull away, her brown eyes are so full of love that I almost get lost in them.
How can someone be so beautiful.
“I promise that this wasn't our last night, it was our first, and I’m pretty sure that there are going to be much more like this.” she whispers in the space between us.
“Goodnight Giulia.” I say, because everything that had to be said, is said.
Imagine reading a book in bed on a stormy night, in dim lighting while gently caressing Bofur's hair, slowly lulling him to sleep. You can hear the crinkling of the firewood and your One's soft breathing, and emerse yourself in the book you're reading.
Bofur, on the other hand, feels as if he's in heaven. In your arms he feels safe, surprisingly not ashamed of showing weakness. At first he had fought falling asleep by humming a lullaby, but soon the occasional sound of you turning the pages and your heartbeat had swayed him to sleep.
