bittersweet.

cosmicty | she/her | twenty | writer of the twilight verse

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i've returned from my lack of motivation + hiatus, so i will be writing again. :) after finally getting a proper setup.

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━━━ i'm always here * [ charlie swan x fem!daughter!reader ]

reader is getting married to edward, and develops cold feet--but their dad, charlie, is already to the rescue.

i've returned from my little hiatus after writing block. :)

Your feet were practically trembling underneath your weight as you listened to the chatter of your invited guests--your wedding day was here. Time seemed to have gone by so fast and you felt as though you didn’t sleep enough. And even so, you required little cosmetics to make your skin seem glass-like and angelic. 

“I see someone’s ready to get married,” your torso whipped around in the direction of the deep voice--and a smile was brought to your visage at the sight. You launched forward into the familiar scent of the physique in front of you and buried your face into your sheriff father’s shoulder. 

After releasing the hug and grasping onto the older man’s hands tightly for support, you sighed, “I’m so glad you’re here, dad.” 

Charlie’s face contorted into one of what seemed to be hesitation of what was to come. His brown eyes flickering back and forth between the aisle and you, his dress-clad daughter. Hair done in a (hair style), makeup, and of course, obnoxiously large bouquet grasped tightly in your hands. 

And then it hit him, his daughter was getting married. His firstborn.

He cleared his throat when you called to him and pulled him from his thoughts briefly; arm extended outward for you to loop your own into. “Are you ready?”

You inhaled deeply and were about to say that you were--but nope! You kept on breathing a couple more times. “Uhh, yeah! Yeah! I’m… I’m ready.”

It took what seemed like forever to reach your soon-to-be husband. But on your father’s arm, it seemed to never take that long to begin with. Your eyes kept flickering between yourself, Charlie and your beautiful lover, Edward. But you couldn’t help your breath catching in your throat when you realized just how many people were standing there staring at you. 

You were about to freeze in your tracks -- but Charlie wasn’t about to let that happen. He squeezed your hand slightly in encouragement, smiling all the way. “You’re almost there, (your name), just a few more steps,” he whispered dotingly into your vicinity.

Charlie was right--once you were in the arms of Edward nothing mattered. You turned your head to smile at your dad, (eye color) eyes twinkling in delight when you were now standing before the priest and your husband-to-be. It was time to let you go now.

He seemed hurt by the revelation that he wouldn't be able to protect his little girl the way he used to anymore. Someone else had taken on that task, leaving him with only Isabella, your sister,  to care for. Of course there would always be times when you’d meet hardships as that’s what marriage was, but, you were always welcome home. 

Advancing forward to press his lips to your cheek, and grasping your hand rather tightly, he finally placed them in the cool hands of the man you adored. “Take care of yourself (Y/N), I’m serious… I love you. And I’m always here.”

“I love you too, dad.”

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⁺◟she'll always be your little girl * [ charlie swan x gn!reader ] * [ drabble ] ꜜ

Charlie is devastated when he and his spouse receive an invitation to her and Edward's wedding. But his spouse has something to say to him.

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( ☁ ) tw : none, fluff

You stood at the stove sizzling with bacon and egg, plating breakfast that you’d made. It was a beautiful Sunday morning when you saw Charlie hunched over the new dining room table. He seemed to be looming at the invitation that you’d gotten in the mail and later brought to him.

“You know it's nice out, maybe we could pack up and invite the Blacks over for a picnic, him and those boys at the reservation?” you encouraged, the clinking of the tableware sounding throughout the room as you set the meal in front of him.

And along with his cup of coffee poured within his favorite little gift from his daughter, a handmade clay mug made by Bella when she was in summer school that messily read, ‘I love dad’ on it.

He’s started dating you when you met in the office. You were someone of great status, but, you couldn’t be a sheriff just yet—so, he opted for simply partnering with you for the sake of professionalism.

Yeah—professionalism.

These professional meetups turned into dates, which then turned into you two having a relationship much to the point where you were married yourselves when Bella was around twelve or so years old. And you’d been together dealing with your canned spaghetti sauce microwaving husband since.

“I’m just worried about her you know?” he raised a dark brow as he poked around at his eggs, and after tossing down the invitation, began digging in with you looking at him from across the table.

“Yes baby, I understand, but—,” you began, “Isabella is eighteen-years-old now. She can make her own life choices. And if she needs you, she’ll come back.”

Regardless of what he thought he would have no choice but to admit that you were right. Although he still didn’t like the idea internally. The both of you would be attending.

Charlie reached over the table to place his larger hand atop yours. A smile of comfort crossing his features for just a moment before he’d go back to his telltale poker face.

“Don’t know what I’d do without you.”

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━━ winter date [ alice cullen x f!reader ] *  [ one-shot ]

[ 🖤 ] tw : broken bone(s), fluff

[ 🖤 ] synopsis : alice and reader are on a wintertime valentine's day date, but when reader breaks her arm, she's mortified.

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Alice Cullen had officially completely lost it.

Together the two of you decided to take advantage of the cold winters of Forks, head to a secluded area where there was snow galore – still falling form the greyed skies and you brought your sled.

It all kind of went south from there. Alice and yourself were at the tallest part of the hill with the intent to slide down together. She was skeptical about this ordeal at first. But with sly words you’d managed to get her on board at last.

“Okay! I’m ready!”

Alice prepared to push the both of you down the hill. And when she did i t was exciting. However, midway down, the sled caught onto something and you flew forward before she had the chance to catch you—it was the first time in the two years your relationship went on for that she couldn’t catch you. And you landed face first into the cold terrain.

“(Y/N)!” with a whoosh of cool air she was by your side within seconds, cupping your face and wiping it free of the frozen dirt that you’d somehow managed to catch from the snow you landed it. “I must’ve pushed too hard, I’m so sorry!”

“No worries, babe,” you reassured, waving your arm at her dismissively and smiled. “I’m okay, I’m okay.”

You may not have noticed it yet, mainly because the snow and ice were acting as a numbing agent. You’d been out there for so long that you didn’t realize you’d broken your arm—aside from the dull, intense aching. She only mentioned it and your brain immediately started making a run for the alarm.

“That can’t be good.” You mumbled once you noticed it. Your arm was within an odd position. Unnatural. Humans limbs were not supposed to be facing away from you.

It didn’t even seem human or possible. But laying on the ice and snow seemed to lessen the pain. This would change on your way to the hospital.

She tried to lift you, but you hissed and groaned in pain. When you’d managed to get to your feet, you cradled the broken limb. “Oh, oh, oh! Okay, okay! Don’t worry. I’ll bring the car to you.”

-

You didn’t expect your winter wonderland ‘date’ to go south—you were now bedridden, arm cradled to your chest in a sling during the time of healing – Alice, your girlfriend could see the future, and she wouldn’t consistently tell you when you would heal. You’d hoped it was before Valentine’s Day.

Speaking of, your beautiful girlfriends sauntered in with worry as you watched her from the couch. It bothered you to see her so worried about you. “You know, you’ve scared me out there – the minute I saw you land face first into the snow, only to be buried by more; ugh, (Y/N) you could’ve—!”

“But I didn’t,” you interjected, accepting the tea offered to you by hand and hissed a little at the stinging sensation of the hot porcelain. You reached forward and patted her solid cheek, smiling cheekily. “I’m human, it happens when most of us break bones sometimes.”

After a moment's silence, you flicked on Netflix. And sifted through the different flicks that you could watch together. “Isn’t fashion flicks or television your thing? Let’s watch it together to get this whole thing off your mind.”

The once perky vampire’s topaz eyes looked you over, this time with hope pooling within them, before pursing her thin lips. She didn’t realize how much she’d worried herself to ‘death’ until you pointed it out to her. Your health meant everything to her.

“I’m sorry, I—I just,” she sighed, hands falling to her waist as she took a seat beside you. “I worry too much because you’re not like me. And I just want to protect you.”

You were nonchalant with her worry, it was her way of showing you that she loved you. And you wholeheartedly accepted it as your 'fate'. “I want to protect you too, Alice—but honey, I can’t protect you when you’re stealing all of the worry for yourself.”

Alice managed a first smile throughout the entire day through your jest. Somehow, you’d managed to make her day bearable with your arm inevitably broken. But by your humor she’d managed to release the guilt she withheld for herself and you. For once.

You both watched dramatic fashion flicks until you fell asleep cuddled to her that night.

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——— alice cullen dating a gifted human!reader, who protects her from the greedy clutches of the volturi. [ would include... ]

“Alice get behind me.”

“What—” ㅤ

You couldn’t protect her from any other entity other than the oldest living immortals known to your kind. The Volturi were a dangerous group to provoke and you couldn’t help but notice this when you first started dating her. ㅤ

She was astonished when you shoved her behind you to shield herself from Aro’s hungry gaze. And it was turned to you – how cute – a human was protecting their lover. ㅤ

Imagine this: a human attempting to keep Aro’s gaze away from their girlfriend only to be removed by force; screaming and squirming against their cold, harsh grasp when Aro wanted to witness what she saw. ㅤ

Marcus could sense the relationship between the both of you—he could sense the intense romantic feelings you held for her. And seeing her being targeted this way only made your emotions stronger; much like the relationship he had with his wife. ㅤ

To say in short you considered Marcus an acquaintance to some degree after that visit. You may not have been able to fight as powerfully as vampires did, but, you tried, and he admired that. ㅤ

“We must leave them be, Aro, they mean us no harm.”

“Oh, I’m quite aware of this, Marcus. Allow me to sift through her mind first.” ㅤ

After the visit with the Volturi, you were gifted with a kiss—peck! Alice’s cold lips pressing onto your warm, soft ones. You pulled her in closer to yourself and her arms coiled around your shoulders. ㅤ

You were surprised, she was so preppy when you thought that she was in danger of being kidnapped. But you accepted it. ㅤ

“My hero. You were great out there.”

“Hardy, har-har—thanks, babe.”

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⁺◟[ family ties ] [ carlisle cullen x f!reader ] *  [ one-shot ] ꜜ

[ ☁ ] tw : the threatening of the life of a child, fluff,

[ ☁ ] synopsis : Your adopted daughter, (D/N) is in immediate danger when Victoria, your sister, seeks out vengeance against the Cullens.

“What do you mean that she’s in danger, she’s a little girl Carlisle! She wouldn’t kill a little girl, would she?” You were speechless, lately since the death of James, you’d adopted a little girl. She was the sweetest you’d ever encountered. Innocence was limitless, as was your unconditional love for her.

As her parents you were meant to protect her for as long as your immortal lives allowed.

But now, this was at risk because of the woman with red hair—Victoria—threatening her very right to exist with you and Carlisle in this world. You’d never blame Isabella for simply being with Edward, but your emotions had gotten the better of you. Alice could do nothing to console you during this very emotional time. “Yes, but (Y/N), you’re her sister – likely the only living individual she’d consider listening to.”

“And she has an army.” Jasper interjected. Your honeycomb-colored eyes met his; surely, he would have a solution to this issue that you were facing. “(D/N) is human, meaning that she’s also a target to Victoria and her army.”

You thought about his words for a minute, allowing them to digest in your mind – your throat seemed to constrict at the thought of her doing something horrendous to your daughter. “But we’ll buy you time. By tomorrow you’ll be going to Alaska with the Denali coven.”

“No! No, I want to help—I want to stay, I can use my gift; and I’ll have Emmett with me.” Your husband stood to join you by your side, gently placing his large palms onto your shoulders to console you in his own way. His eyes met yours with concern.

As his thumb brushed against the coolness of your cheek, he spoke to you softly, “(Y/N), I love you, but you need to be with (D/N), it’s far safer for her to be somewhere where Victoria cannot do harm to either of you—she needs you.”

Moments of deliberation led you to make the decision that you would allow them to make the choice to keep your away from your murderous sister. As you were heading toward the entrance, you heard a tiny voice call to both of you from the threshold of your home.

The minute she saw Jacob and his friends, her eyes lit up through the exhaustion in her tired eyes. “Mommy? Daddy? What’s going on, why are you yelling?”

You made a beeline for your baby and stooped down to her height, hoisting her up into your cold arms, where she naturally found home. Your eyes contacted each of the people filling the room.

Carlisle pressed a hand to the back of her head, thumb running along her scalp to provide comfort—a sheer apology for wakening her with their argumentative tendencies. “Nothing sweetheart, it’s nothing. Let’s get you back to bed, okay?”

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⁺◟[ valentine's day wedding ] [ jacob black x f!reader ] *  [ one-shot ] ꜜ

[ 🖤 ] tw : fluff, implied smut

[ 🤍 ] synopsis : you and jacob black, friends since childhood, marry each other, and coincidentally, on valentine's day.

“You know I didn’t think you were the marrying type.”

Jacob’s brow rose at the start of conversation you’d chosen. Swaying from side to side, your dance as husband and wife. Everything was calm up until the wedding day – the lead-up was hectic and everyone was trying their best to make it to the wedding. He squeezed you lightly up until you were flush against him, head resting lightly onto your exposed shoulder.

Coincidentally you’d both decided on a wedding on Valentine’s Day. Jacob specifically had chosen this date for a reason – you would have a wedding and Valentine all in one. Your traditions melded well together as one during this special day.

“You didn’t think I was the marrying type? That’s hilarious, (Y/N).”

“No, no,” You mustered the courage to grin in his face. He got close enough to you that you could feel his breath on your lips. “I’m serious, I really thought you weren’t, Jacob!”

Weddings were your all-time favorite to attend when you were little. The dresses the bride wore, the romance surrounding it. Family, traditions, laughter and happiness. You’d never missed them—when each of your friends one by one got married and eventually went to curate their own lives afterward.

Eventually, you and Jacob had gotten serious and he proposed to you three years into your relationship. You were over the moon to be marrying the man who you loved, and coincidentally, imprinted on you.

“You can keep believing that little conclusion of yours all you want,” he chortled, spinning you by your hand when came the time to do so. You hummed as your returned to his side. “I’m not against weddings—it’s just—well, I’m not one for them.”

“Aha! I knew it!”

As you parted, your wedding guests clapped as the dance came to an end; now for the fun part—cutting the cake. Both of you approached the came to begin serving to everyone that attended. Until someone poked your shoulder. You turned to face the familiar pixie-haired young woman.

“Alice!” You brought her into an embrace. The only friend you’d managed to make at a time where your heart was broken and unable to be fixed. Behind her, the rest of the Cullens, you were happier than ever now. “I knew you guys would come, thank you so much!”

Jacob sauntered behind you and coiled an arm around your lower torso. Your kind-hearted nature overtook you and your mindset. Your wedding was now more than perfect. It was phenomenal.

By the time it was all over, you’d entered your new home together, alone. Bouquet still in hand and carried bridal-style by your new husband. You returned home now as (Y/N) (M/N) Black. He shut the door to your new home, built solely on your bond with one another. After setting you down onto your feet, you lifted the front of your dress to strut into the center of the home. “Wait, what day is it today?”

“It’s Valentine’s Day, and I’m going to be spending it with the most beautiful woman I know.”

When you turned to look at him, Jacob had this expression on his face—you couldn’t pinpoint it—until he began beelining it toward you which alarmed you; so you started running. But it was no match for him. He’d managed to capture you again and pick you up right off your feet.

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Hello, I wanted to ask you if you would let me transfer your stories in Spanish in an application called Wattpad?

Yes, you may transition them into Spanish on Wattpad - I use the app as well; I will allow this so as long as you credit me (@olympiccoven).

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⁺◟out of commission* [ jacob black ] * [ drabble ] ꜜ

“I couldn’t go anywhere else.” A laugh passed your lips at this excuse – what more could he do this time to prevent you from smacking him hard on the chest and yelling at him for being so foolish? And what could stop you?

Jacob found himself being wrapped up in swears by you for subsequently being hurt during the battle for Bella’s safety. Lord, that girl would get just about anyone to fight for her – including you, you didn’t know what, why or how she’d done it time and time again. You stopped to stare him in the eye strictly. “Besides—it’s kind of cute, you know, seeing you care for me. It’s not like I could have died.”

A tight hiss fell from his lips as you tightened the gauze around his waist and ankle, flesh torn and bleeding from the seams of the bandage you’d placed—you couldn’t find yourself to stare at it any longer, opting to close your eyes momentarily before retorting, “You know, for someone so adamant on protecting Isabella, you sure do know how to get yourself harmed.”

Your childhood friend chuckled and gave you the telltale grin that pulled harshly at your heartstrings, lips pursed you ignored him. “You’ve almost died and you’re making jokes? How insufferable of yo—,”

Body froze as your warmth was met by his – his arms tightening around you despite this debilitating wound that kept him from squeezing the life out of you. Years of banter and fighting had led you to this, this very moment, where his intentions were pure and passionate. It nearly brought the sting of tears to you. Webbing you within his merciless jokester persona.

“You don’t have to shed your tears for me, (Y/N),” he whispered against the skin of your neck, this little gesture of his initiated you to do the same, a couple of blinks later these same tears that threatened you earlier slipping down your face, landing from your chin and onto his unwounded copper flesh. “I know I’ve harmed you emotionally, but I’m doing what I can to protect you, too, it’s not just Bella.”

“Then what is it?”

He pulled away from the tight embrace he kept you hostage in and cupped your cheeks. You couldn’t look at him straight away because of his condition but he made due with what was given, and managed to stare you deep into the eye. His expression was sincere and honest, and you found that you couldn’t run from that. “It’s you, (Y/N), it’s you—and to think I wouldn’t have been able to see you again had that bloodsucker managed to squeeze me a wee bit tighter.”

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⁺◟domestic life [ charlie swan ]  *  [ drabble ] ꜜ

“Charlie! That doesn’t go there. Unless you want the decoration to fall on your head, then be my guest.” You sauntered over to his side and fixed the decoration before it could become a danger to the middle-aged man.

He was always clumsy like this—both in the kitchen and when it comes to renovation. You surely knew that upon meeting this man his ‘life’ would be in your hands, meaning, renovation and all things, well, Charlie.

You’d turned Bella’s old room into an entirely different one to welcome the life the both of you were to bring into the world together. It was your own personal little miracle baby. And since Charlie’s firstborn was busy with her own family.

He decided that it was time for him to remarry and settle down like he’d always wanted. It was almost godly that you’d managed to lure him away from the dangers of policework to invest some time into a relationship—just as his daughter would want him to.

When the both of you were finished your little escapade of banter and backtalk, the (insert color here) room was all decorated. Your husband of four years would press his palm onto the surface of your stomach, giving it a knowing pat as if confirming with the little rascal that their room was now completed. “Your ideas aren’t that bad. I think the little bugger’s going to like here.”

“Hmm, thank you, Charlie,” You tilted your head to look at him with mischief on your mind. You knew that he would complement you on your keen eye for décor—those apps really do help with inspiration, you had to admit.

But of course, you wouldn’t say that to him because the man literally repelled anything and everything tech. It was both a blessing and a curse in one.

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⁺◟[ you'd never know ] [ edward cullen ] *  [ drabble ] ꜜ

Ever since sensing one another, you'd become inseparable. Your happiness became his. Your survival became his concern. His heart bonded onto yours with unconditional affection.

But your life here on earth was only temporary—with this unknown illness plaguing your body, destroying every single cell that attempted protection against it, would backfire.

And it was only a matter of time before your clock stopped ticking.

He was devastated upon discovering this news, and even so when your body and health deteriorated, you still managed to make the Cullens and himself, smile—even Carlisle, who tried his hardest to be serious within his treatment of you.

However, today was an entirely different day. It was dark, cloudy; and you could tell that there would be a pending storm. You could feel it in your bones. You looked over in the corner, where a chair sat, and your lover slouched. Almost as if watching over you. Solemnly.

"Edward," you pried meekly, the dryness evident within your voice caught his concerned honey-colored hues into your (eye color) ones. "Please don't be like this, it's a part of life and you can't control what happe—"

"You think I want to sit here and watch you waste away, whilst you smile and laugh about it?"

He cut you off rather ominously, but then, he realized the voice in which he'd spoken to you in and you'd see the softness that replaced the unmistakable soaked rimmed eyes. At this point in time, Edward had lunged forward to capture you in a tight embrace, followed by a passionate kiss.

"I'm so sorry—"

"No, don't be, Eddie," This time, tears had brimmed your own eyes as the gravity of it all collapsed onto your frail body. "Please. I don't want to go so soon. As much as you don't want this, I know that I do—I want to be with you."

Your hurting souls didn't hear the footsteps of Carlisle, who'd seemed to have the same idea that you did. Something that Edward was completely against. But he couldn't be without you. After harsh deliberation, and explanation of your new soon-to-be lifestyle, you'd finally come to terms.

You were to be a vampire.

And you'd never know how much more he'd love you.

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—— a little bit of rebranding

yes, i'll be writing a bit more, but with more of a different 'aesthetic'; since 'twilight' revolves around that. you'll get it soon - i have a lot in my draft(s).

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Hello ! It’s been a while.

Recently this job that I’d gotten has been keeping me busy, so, I don’t usually have time to write like I used to - but now I have recently bought a new tiny laptop to being with me everywhere. So I can bring my writing adventures with me.

See you soon!

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⁺◟the last minute | [ jacob black ]  *  [ drabble ] ꜜ

──── ˚꒰ SYNOPSIS : reader stops by, seeking comfort from jacob. ˚ˑ 𓆡 ͎·˚

──── ˚꒰ WARNING[S] : none other than extreme fluff, and maybe a bit of swearing. ˚ˑ 𓆡 ͎·˚

──── ˚꒰ NOTE[S] : profile is undergoing major revamping - so, please, consider being patient - enjoy !  ˚ˑ 𓆡 ͎·˚

Jacob, for the first time, was enjoying his night all alone. He spends a majority of his time and to just sit outside, taking in the comforting and silent ambience of the forests that surrounded the Black home. He didn’t once consider that you would be there, barreling toward him at top speed until you made it into the warmth of his arms.

“You know there are wolves out here.” You didn’t seem bothered by his starter. He didn’t want to know whether or not you’d managed to walk yourself to the reservation in the middle of the night just to see him because your car broke down, no, he just couldn’t think about it.

You gazed at him, a ghost of a smirk dusting over your lips. “If you think wolves can scare me then you're wrong.”

“Bloodsuckers.”

“You’re friends with them.” You groaned against his shoulder. “And your best friend is one of them - unless they’re a nomad and have no consideration for human or supernatural life, then we’d have a problem.”

Jacob’s brow quirked at your sarcasm. He wondered what exactly he did to gain a friend like yourself. But his heart told him that there was more than meets the eye when it came to this mutual friendship. His heart raced when it came to mind. And you could hear it. “Everything all right?”

“Yeah, yeah,” his arms closed around your frame, keeping you further pressed to himself. His lips would purse as he carefully concluded his final words to end your little banter over bloodsuckers, the supernatural, ‘werewolves’ as current culture would deem them. Finally he uttered what was needed to be said - so that the weight would be lifted off of his shoulders and he could live accordingly without that thought coming to his mind again. “I just—... I just love you, a lot.”

Instead of responding, which scared him into thinking that you wouldn’t feel the exact same that he had for the past few years that you’d known each other. You settled yourself forth to press a long-needed kiss to the copper flesh on his cheek. It lasted for a few seconds before you’d part from him and continue to cuddle close. “I love you too, Jake; but, why didn’t you tell me?”

He sighed, “That’s the thing, [Y/N], you know me—,”

“Always waiting until the last minute to say something.”

“Yeah, you’ve got that right,” he snickered just as your hand came in harsh, yet playful contact with his shoulder, prompting the male to only chortle harder - this continued on for minutes at a time until he got sick of it, grabbed you by your shoulders and dragged you close to press your lips together; they meld together and remained until one or both of you had the guts to pull away. And even so he still lingered inches away, foreheads pressed together.

With a hum, your lips momentarily glided across his, satisfied with your little play session, palms resting comfortably onto the surface of his pectorals, you chew your bottom lip. “You’ve seriously got to work on that.”