Haiii! How would the boys feel about a S/O who basically ignores/defends the bad things they do no matter what? Like they're always finding justifications for their behavior?
Basically "He was the best guy around" "what about the people he murdered?" "what murder" type vibes.
(Btw I know this doesn't apply to everyone, so you can just write for whoever you see fit (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*.✧)
Hi! 👋
This was way too fun
Most Reasonable
Geno (The Smug Bastard)
Was what he did bad? Yes. Did he see any other choice? No.
Is he a mildly manipulative asshole? Yeeeaaah, but he’s nice to you soooo-
Fresh (Completely Comfortable)
I mean, a guy’s got to eat. And he’s still learning things like ‘empathy’.
Never mind that there’s evidence that he occasionally enjoys tormenting others-
Horror (Confused But Amused)
Uhh, if you studiously blank out his (semi-willing) time with Nightmare, most of what he did was for survival
Of course, this means you’re definitely ignoring his sadistic nature but semantics
Syrah (Completely Comfortable)
You could argue that his actions were dictated by his culture and upbringing
That’s pushing aside free will and stuff, but whatever
Pale (Confused)
A guy’s gotta eat - Part 2
(Theoretically he could look for another way to gain emotions, but it’s heavily implied that Ink’s paints don’t exist in his multiverse)
Honestly, he’s not great with understanding that what he’s doing is bad, but considering Template frequently fights him over healthy AUs, he’s gotta at least have an idea that it’s wrong
Mildly Defendable (If you’re Stubborn)
Plum (The Smug Bastard)
Technically, none of those missing persons cases were fully able to be pinned to him-
Nightmare (Stop Denying My Sins - Annoyed)
A guys got to eat - Part 3
And wanting to turn the whole multiverse into a Negative Zone and rule over it as a tyrannical god- eeeeeh, trauma privilege?
Dust (Stop Denying My Sins - Guilty)
Insanity plea
Killer (The Smug Bastard)
Insanity plea - Part 2
Cross (Stop Denying My Sins - Guilty)
Fresh off the trauma of loosing his whole AU and having X-Gaster as a deadbeat
Alright, now you’re Gaslighting People
Bill (Confused)
Tortures people for fun
Literally referred to as a demon in several AUs
Wants omnipotence and ultimate power and possibly to rule the multiverse (jury’s still out on that last one)
Shattered (The Smug Bastard)
On a chaos bend and intentionally destroying the multiverse in an effort to get back at his mildly amnesiac brother who may or may not have been simply puppet-ed around by a parasitic slime
Unstable on the best of days
Error (Stop Denying My Sins - Annoyed)
His whole shtick is destroying entire universes full of people
He strings people’s Souls up as string lights and kidnaps ‘friends’ that he occasionally abandons to go mad in an Eldritch horror dimension that slowly infects them an painfully rewrites their very existence
Cherrybomb (Completely Comfortable)
He’s a mercenary
And a murderer
He has a body count that rivals Dust and Killer’s. Easily.
A/N: Just making a separate masterlist for this because I have a fair number of these and also there's a bunch of different characters!
Kylo Ren
Call Me Kylo | Officer!Reader ↠ You're tasked with getting the Commander's signature to finish your assignment. Unfortunately, you can't find the Commander anywhere.
Correspondence ↠ The Supreme Leader has a lot on his plate, leading him to neglect certain things... like himself, for example.
Nothing But A Monster | Vampire! AU ↠ Forced to accept help from a mysterious stranger, you find yourself in a predicament of sorts.
It’s The Small Things ↠ Kylo finds your optimism odd in place of the First Order.
The Meaning Of Care | Officer!Reader ↠ Kylo Ren takes care of you when you're sick? That's something you never would've seen coming.
Clyde Logan
Pinball & Motels ↠ Roadtrips, A present for Clyde, and the one-bed trope? What more could you ask for?
A Day Off ↠ Clyde finally takes a well-deserved day off.
Flip Zimmerman
Frenzied Rendezvous* ↠ Flip finally has his way with you after enduring your teasing all night long.
Pale
Early Mornings ↠ Pale wakes up to find you making breakfast. It's like you plan on staying or something. Wait... do you plan on staying?
Solo Triplets
A Quiet Night ↠ The boys want to take you out on a proper date.
Ben Solo
Fairytale Mess* ↠ Sleeping with Ben Solo doesn't seem like such a bad idea when you're both under the influence.
Paul Sevier
Extraordinary ↠ Paul attempts to go out and have a social nigh. After everything that's happened... things haven't changed him that much, have they?
Daniel Jones
Late Night Confessions ↠ Dan wakes you up with a drunken phone call.
taking Pale to the carnival. him bitching & complaining the entire time about the rides and the rigged games lol. maybe you even force him to go on the ferris wheel or a roller coaster with you and he hates every second of it. but of course, he’d do anything to make you happy, so he just suffers through it <3
no worries if you’re not feeling it, but I know you wanted to write Pale so I figured I’d toss this idea in the ring :)
Mrs. G, my love!! This was such an amazing idea, and it sparked something insde me lmao. Thanks for always inspiring me <3
Going to the fair + Pale
Contains: General fair activities (rides, eating, etc), mention of vomitting
*Please give me feedback on my attempt at a New York accent for Mr. Pale lmaooo, idk how I did
Pale parks the car in the packed parking lot, and you smile as you get out. The air smells of fried, fattening food, the worst kind of food if you’re asking Pale.
You love it.
“Alright, dollface, what’re we doin’ first?” Pale asks, stretching and groaning softly. You smile over at him. You’d told him to wear a t-shirt and jeans, something simple and comfortable, but no. Your man is nothing if not stylish. He’s got on dress pants and a nice button-up. The sleeves are rolled up, and his flashy watch is being shown off. You hum.
“We should probably go get tickets,” you say.
Pale rolls his eyes as he pulls out his wallet.
“How much is this gonna fuckin’ cost?”
“Not much,” you say, taking his hand. “I can pay, it’s really no big deal–”
“Nah, nah, my treat,” Pale says as the two of you walk up to the ticket booth. He purchases a fair amount of tickets, more than you probably need. You know it’ll last you through lots of games and rides, and you smile as the two of you walk inside.
The carnival lights up the night, and the sight makes your stomach flutter. It’s beautiful.
“Alright, what d’ya want?” Pale asks as the two of you walk through the fairgrounds.
You notice the ferris wheel, and your smile widens. He knows.
“Nah, I don’t fuckin’ do heights, dollface,” he says. You look up at him.
“Please, baby? I’ll hold your hand the whole time!”
“No.”
“Paaaale.”
He looks at you, huffing as he does so.
“You’re a real fuckin’ brat,” he mumbles, pulling you towards the ferris wheel. You smile.
“I’m your brat, though.”
“Mhm.”
You give the guy running the ferris wheel four tickets – two for you, two for Pale – and you and your man get in. Pale’s palms are sweaty, and he keeps looking around nervously. You put your hand on his thigh.
“It’s okay,” you say gently. “I’ve got you.”
He laughs softly.
“Yeah, dollface? You gonna catch me when I fall outta this thing?”
You smile.
“Well . . . No. But you’ll be fiiiine.”
“Ha-ha.”
The ride starts a few minutes later, and Pale’s gripping your hand like his life depends on it. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him so tense, so anxious, yet here you are.
“Hey,” you say. “Breathe.”
“I’m breathin’,” he says, huffing once you reach the top. You smile softly. The ferris wheel completes a few full circles before it stops and you and Pale get out of the seat.
He walks away quickly.
“I ain’t ever goin’ on one of those again, ya got that?” he says, taking your hand again. You nod.
“I got it, baby.”
The two of you walk through the fairgrounds for a bit before you spot a fishing game. It’s a lot like a lazy claw machine, you notice as kids line up to play it.
“You want me to fish you a stuffed animal, baby?” you ask Pale as he lights up a cigarette.
“Do I look like the typa guy who wants a stuffed animal, dollface?” he asks, and you laugh. You see a stuffed cat deep in the large box, and you point to it excitedly.
“Pale! Look at the cat!” you say, squeezing his hand. He smiles. You’re real fuckin’ cute, he thinks.
“Ya want that, dollface?” he asks. You nod. He sighs. “Alright, I’ll get it for ya.”
“Oh, Pale, that’s okay, I can do it–”
“Nah, nah, I’m gettin’ ya the fuckin’ cat, okay?”
You nod, leaning your head against his arm.
“Okay,” you say softly, smiling widely. Your turn comes, and Pale does, indeed, win you the stuffed cat. You take it happily, and he kisses the top of your head.
“Thank you, baby,” you say to him.
“Mhm, you’re welcome, dollface,” he says. He likes seeing you like this: happy and excited and giggly. If playing some stupid, rigged games and going on cheap, dangerous rides will make you feel good, then he’d do it a million times over.
The two of you walk around for a bit longer, and you come to the ring toss game.
“See any prizes ya like?” Pale asks you when he catches you staring.
You smile. He know you so fucking well.
“I like the–”
“The giant teddy bear?” he asks. You nod.
“Yeah, baby.”
Pale sighs as he walks over.
“I’ll get it for ya.”
He – unsurprisingly – nails the ring toss, and he picks out the giant teddy bear for you. He hands it to you, and you hold it close and him closer.
“Thank you, sweetheart. You’re too nice to me,” you say to him. He smiles at the nickname.
“Ah, it ain’t no big deal, dollface. Let’s get ya somethin’ t’ eat, hm?”
You nod.
“Thank you, Pale.”
The two of you get some funnel cake (which Pale doesn’t enjoy) and cotton candy (which he enjoys slightly), then sit down at one of the wooden tables. Pale takes a sip of his lemonade.
“God damn,” he says, face scrunching up. “This shit’s so fuckin’ sour. Try this.”
You laugh as you take the cup. You have a sip, and your face scrunches up, too.
“What the fuck?” you laugh. “Why is it so sour!?”
He shakes his head.
“Dunno. I’m still gonna drink it, though.”
You smile as you eat your funnel cake and cotton candy.
To finish off the night, you somehow manage to convince Pale to go on a roller coaster with you. It isn’t even a very big one, but he’s still turning, well . . . pale, and when the ride stops, he staggers off.
“Goddamn,” he curses, leaning over the trash can near the exit. You run to him.
“Are you okay!?” you ask quickly. He gags.
“I ain’t ever goin’ on one of those fuckin’ things again either, alright, dollface?” he says.
You laugh.
“Okay, baby. Let’s get you home.”
Pale gags one more time, then stands up properly, realizing that he isn’t actually going to vomit. He nods.
“Best thing you’ve said t’ me all night, baby,” he says. You laugh as he takes your hand and leads the way to the car.
Howdy folks! It’s officially April and you know what that means, a little compilation post of all the writing I posted over the past month. I’m sorry that March wasn’t a particularly active month for me, but I’ve got some plans up my sleeve for April that I really think you guys will enjoy! I hope you will anyway lol.
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Alrighty, now on to the compilation!
Oneshots:
Gold Medal Girl ; Biker!Kylo Ren x Reader**
Happily Ever After Part 1, Part 2** ; Flip Zimmerman x Reader (Fantasy AU)
Poolside ; Flip Zimmerman x Reader**
The Rabbi Is Coming ; Flip Zimmerman x Reader
Burnt Bridges & Goodnight Kisses; Flip Zimmerman x Reader x Kylo Ren
Character Headcanons
Which of the boys are best at eating pussy HCs***
Ticklish spots for all the Kylo AUs HCs
Lawyer!Kylo Ren & Bond Villain!Kylo Ren’s grudges/vendettas HCs
Supreme Leader Kylo mini HCs
Flip Zimmerman boxing recreationally HCs
Flip Zimmerman’s kids trying to find the afikomen during Seder dinner HCs
Flip & Pale’s grudges/vendettas HCs
Paterson mini HCs
Character Imagines:
Flip Zimmerman
Sex in the woods with Flip Zimmerman on a family camping trip***
Flip Zimmerman being very possessive & beating the shit out of some creep***
Flip Zimmerman learning morse code and using it to tell you secret messages
Flip Zimmerman and his Darling Jewish Wife wrestling over the last piece of matzo toffee after Seder dinner
Clyde Logan
Skinny dipping with Clyde Logan*
Clyde being nervous about attending his first Passover Seder
Kylo Ren
Supreme Leader Kylo making his Knights watch him fuck you on his throne***
Pale
Pale fingering you at the piano where he rehearses***
Charlie Barber
Charlie Barber showering you with excessive PDA post-divorce
Paterson
Paterson explaining the steps of Seder dinner
The total wordcount for March comes in at 56,420!
Thank you so much to everyone who sent in prompts (I’m still working on a big chunk of them lol) and to those who read and interact with the writing!! Your comments, likes and reblogs mean the absolute world to me! I hope that April treats us all kindly, and I’m sending everyone my love!
Hello everyone! I just put together a really quick compilation of the doodle requests I got this year. It is pay for what you want so there’s no pressure to pay but anything is appreciated! Here’s the link to get it. I decide not to compress the files and make it into a zip because I’m lazy lol but PNG files are relatively small so I think it shouldn’t hurt your computer. Anyway there’s about 49 PNG worth of files! Of course the amount of characters are not equally balance just because some Adam Driver’s characters are more popular than others, but I think you guys will enjoy it anyways :)
https://www.ko-fi.com/s/273396fdfb
Rules: It’s time to love yourselves! Choose your 5 (ish) favorite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought into the world in 2020. Tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works!
tagged by: @morby @finn-ray-nal-beads @clydesducktape @aloneandsleepless @roanniom (Thank you so much, my talented darlings!)
I didn't write as much as I wanted this year. No surprise there. Hopefully, I'll be able to fill the rest of the prompts I have in 2021. So, if you've sent a prompt, I've been sitting on it. Racked with guilt. I apologize.
Clean Finish - kylo ren x reader - mature/e, nude photography, phone sex
I adore triplet!Kylo. I enjoy writing this college-AU series. (I promise there is another fic coming.) It was such a treat to write a different kind of Valentine's Day fic. I really like the dialogue in this fic, too. It's pretty sexy.
Two To Tango - abraham h. parnassus x reader - e, non-traditional jewish wedding, first time, old-fashioned euphemisms and views on sex
I'm proud of the whole series this fic is a part of, to be honest. I always have fun with Abe. He's a loving eccentric and worth all the effort. Because the research I did for this fic was ridiculous! I did not exist in the 1950s, so a lot of the details I had to look up. It all came together rather nicely.
Risking Thorns - phillip altman x reader - e, slut shaming, fingering, semi-public sex
I threw everything I thought Phillip would do in this fic. Well, maybe not everything. 😉
Before I began, I asked myself, 'What does Phillip need?' The answer was THE SHORT LEASH. The boy needs to be reined in. Just a little. He needs direction and someone who won't take his crap. And in walks skates a very prickly reader.
In the Night We Trust - pale x reader - e, pretty woman au, soft domming, rough-ish sex, mild spanking, drug use
This multi-chaptered fic was experimental from beginning to end. I don't usually write in present tense. I've never adapted a movie to prose. I hadn't written with Pale before. Hell, I haven't even seen the play.
While the fic isn’t everyone's cup of tea, I enjoyed myself. It was a labor of love. Or maybe a love letter to the reader? I don't know. (Though every fic I write is a love letter to you.) Either way, I discovered Pale has a marshmallow center under that hard candy shell, and that still delights me.
Finding Treasure in the Dark - charlie barber x reader - e, dom!charlie, under-negotiated bdsm, rope bondage / shibari, nipple play, edging, sex toys
This fic is a remix of Musyc's Ardent Bonds. I contacted her and proposed my idea. Neither of us had tried anything like it, but she was game. Actually, she was very gracious. I really can't praise her enough.
Anyway, let's talk about tender-dom!Charlie. He knows what he wants. What he needs is the assertive yet sexually-submissive reader. Though, he didn't know that at the meet-cute. It was fun to have Charlie be a sweet dad, a good professor, and a firm dom. I don't think they're mutually exclusive.
Charlie is undaunted, like Nicole said, and not just professionally. In Marriage Story, we see him and Nicole at their worst, their lowest. I wondered how Charlie behaves at his best or when he's his truest self.
Again, I asked, 'What does he need?' He needs someone as unflinching—undaunted—as him.
Those are the highlights of 2020! It's been a shit year, but there have been some nice moments. Thank you for your continued support, dearest reader! Stay safe and be healthy! XOXO
A/N: quarantine is making me horny and needy so headcannons with the boys are a great way to get me satisfied. I hope it helps you just as much.
Just wanted to say that this Sackler gif does things to me, I mean look at him. Oof, this man will be the death of me.
Warnings: sexual content
My masterlist Part One
Adam Sackler
First conversation: you met Sackler at a Halloween party, you were dressed like Britney Spears in the ‘Baby One More Time’ video clip and he was poorly dressed as a vampire. At the time, he was dating a girl you didn’t bother to catch the name and because of that, despite the instant and intense attraction you felt as soon as he made a naughty joke about your costume causing you to mock his, you didn’t make a move, not interested in the drama that kissing him would cause.
First kiss: the second time you saw Sackler was in the line to buy tickets in an indie cinema. As an independent movie director, you liked to watch new and independent movies to keep yourself inspired. You were by yourself, ready to buy your ticket and food to eat like an animal as you watched ‘Durski’ - an indie horror film - when you heard his deep voice calling your name. This time, he was single and it’s needless to point out that you paid no attention to the movie since your mouth was constantly attached to his in needy and dirty kisses, your hands and his exploring every inch of each others bodies.
First time: it happened that same night at your apartment. The taxi drive till’ your place was just as touchy as the movie time. As soon as the two of you entered your small place, he pinned you against the door, his body caging yours, before his mouth explored every single inch of your skin. Afterwards, he fucked you in a merciless pace and you discovered just how dirty his mouth was.
Charlie Barber:
First conversation: when you moved to New York chasing your teenage dreams, you found out just how cruel the city was and just how hard it was to actually get a job as an actress, so your first job was to babysit Henry, Charlie’s son. You met him when a friend who worked in his theater company told you that him and his wife needed someone to watch after their lovely boy and, since a job it’s a job, you took the opportunity. Charlie was the one to interview you for the position and you had to do your best to talk coherently from how amazed the man made you. He was gorgeous and every time he looked at you, his eyes showed desire making you wet.
First kiss: with time, you became friends with Charlie - and Henry, of course - so when Nicole left him, you were there to help him pick up the pieces of his broken heart from the absence of the person he loved the most in the world - his son -. The first time your lips touched his happened very naturally and the mutual desire was noticeable. It was dinner night - the two of you always ate together at Friday nights - and you were in the kitchen helping him with the meal, when he suddenly grabbed your arm and turned you around, his eyes boring into yours as he slowly closed the distance between your faces, the action made you so happy that you thought you were actually going to burst.
First time: just like your first kiss, it happened naturally. He was in the middle of the custody fight and the amount of time the two of you spent together while he was in New York only grew, when he was in the city, the only thing that made him happy was you. It happened in the following month of your first kiss, he laid you in his bed and quite literally worshiped your body, taking his time and making sure you felt pleasure in every step of the way. In the end of the night, you had already lost count of how many times he had made you cum.
Pale:
First conversation: during your college time, you started to work as a waitress in the restaurant Pale managed as a way to earn money and pay your bills - you didn’t want to depend so much of your parents money -. What first caught your attention was how quiet he was, a big contrast to your flirty and charming personality - which your customers loved -. The first time he actually talked to you was to tell you just how good were at your job and it definitely took you by surprise, since you had never seen him say this kind of stuff to any of the other waiters.
First kiss: you were helping him close the dinner and manage the stock when he caught you off guard flirting openly with you. You would never forget when he caged you against a table and said “I see you using your pretty little face to flirt with our clients and get more tips. It makes me want to fuck your pretty pussy in front of every single one of those stupid men who would never treat you right”. Before you could reply his sudden outburst, his lips were on top of yours in a demanding and dominant kiss, his hands travelling to your ass and squeezing it hard.
First time: it happened that night against that same table, he roughly pressed you against its cold surface before giving you the best finger fuck you had ever received, his mouth claiming your body and leaving bruises you had a hard time covering up in the following day. Afterwards, he fucked you hard and precisely, his rhythm making you believe the table would break many times. That night, you found out just how much you loved being Pale’s whore.
A/N: This might be boring? I don’t really have any ideas for plot but I hope you can enjoy this fall walk with Pale :)
Pale’s gloved fingers are wrapped around yours, squeezing every now and again while you walk. He’s bundled up in his leather jacket with a sweatshirt underneath, one you can’t wait to wear once it makes its way to the laundry pile.
Occasionally, you nuzzle up against his shoulder, blaming it on the cold and needing to warm up your nose. He wraps his arm around you, pulls you in nice and tight against him.
He’s quieter than usual, thoughtful as he looks around Central Park. A handful of other couples are out doing the same thing, walking around and admiring the fall colors. You come up to the Bow Bridge to cross from the Ramble to the Sheep Meadow. Your pace is leisurely, but the brisk weather keeps you moving.
You feel his arm unwrapping from around you, and you glance at him, silently asking what’s happening. He nods for you to cross the bridge and pulls your Polaroid camera from your bag. Brushing your hands over your hair to smooth any stray strands, you head across the bridge, stopping before you think you’ll be too small in the photo.
Pale pulls his pack of cigarettes from his pocket and lights one, tucking it into his mouth while he directs you to come closer. Moving a few steps at a time, he eventually holds up his hand, stop. You can’t help but smile at the way he squints to look through the viewfinder. He smiles too when he notices.
He fiddles with the focus for a few moments and you gaze out over the lake, admiring the reflection of the gold, the oranges, and the reds. You think of pumpkins and hayrides and apple tarts. You hear the click and then the whirr of the camera, and you whip around.
“Pale! I wasn’t looking!”
He smiles around his cigarette and shakes the Polaroid, waiting for it to develop. Catching up with you, he strokes his hand over your back. “I think it’ll turn out.”
“It’s pretty, isn’t it?”
Pale nods. “Yeah, I ain’t ever gonna get used to it. City’s grey like a rat’s ass most of the year, then all of a sudden lights up like this.”
He tucks his hand around yours again and you keep walking. There was that smell of wet leaves in the air, and grass too. Groundskeeper must have been mowing somewhere. It was one of those days where the sun had taken the day off without telling anyone about it, leaving the moon to do all the work, casting a funny white grey color over everything.
“Baby are you the sun?”
“Hm?”
“Sun took the day off, you did too. Ain’t ever seen you and the sun in the same place,” You teased, tucking your other hand into your pocket.
“Huh. Take the day off work and even the sun stops shinin’. See why I can’t take more time off? Earth’d stop spinnin’.”
“So you ain’t the sun? Just the sun’s manager or something?”
Pale huffed a chuckle, sending a puff of smoke from his nose. “Somethin’ like that.”
He was quiet for a moment, then spoke again. “Nah. Worth it for a day with my girl.”
You blushed, still not used to his admissions of love. Every day you felt lucky. You didn’t think you’d ever not feel lucky to have Pale.
“You ever think about proposing?”
You looked up at Pale, eyes lit up just from thinking about it. He looked straight ahead, fixing his eyes on some point somewhere so he wouldn’t show his reaction. You knew him well enough to know it meant he was getting a bit emotional about it.
Pale nodded slowly. “Yeah.”
He squeezed your hand, and you knew he meant he’d talk about it, just needed a second to get this thoughts together. Sighing out the last of the cigarette’s nicotine, he stubbed it out.
“I thought I’d do it at an Italian place, one of the real flash ones, maybe down in Little Italy. They bring out the pizza onto the table, we eat and have some wine, then just before the waiter comes and asks if we’re wantin’ the dessert menu, I’d get down on one knee next to your chair, take the box out my pocket, ask the question.”
“Wow,” You smiled. “Romantic, huh?”
Pale chuckled and shook his head. “It’s nothin’. Ain’t Paris or Milan or whatever. Hell, might even ask while we’re fuckin’, you know how I get. Might not even be able to hold all that mushy shit in. Once I had the ring, you’d probably know about it. Wouldn’t be able to keep it a secret, I’d be so hopped up.”
You nodded, came to a stop as you decided which path to take. “You got a preference?”
Glancing at Pale, you noticed he was crying. Silent, singular tears, orderly even in the way they travelled down his cheeks.
“Oh honey I didn’t mean-”
He shook his head and sat down on a bench, patting his lap. You clambered onto him, a little awkwardly with the way the bench was too shallow for his frame. He tucked his face into your neck, kissing and crying.
You stroked his hair and shook your head. “Don’t know what else would’ve changed if you’d waited. Maybe we’d never-”
“Uh uh. Don’t.”
You sighed softly. “We could do it anyway, you know. You could propose, have a ring if you wanted. The pizza and the wine. Nobody’s gonna give a shit if we don’t actually get engaged.”
Pale pulled away and dabbed at his eyes with his palms. “Yeah.”
You nodded.
Pale forced a smile, swept his thumb over your lip, appreciating this angel hovering over him.
“Now you know my plan though, huh? Gonna have to think of somethin’ else.”
“No,” You laughed, “I like that idea.”
A few days later, you picked up a little booklet from Tiffany’s on fifth and sat on the couch with a red ballpoint pen. Accidentally, you left it on the coffee table in the living room when you went off to see some friends. When you came back, you noticed it was gone.
