WHAT DID YOU DO TO MEEEHEEHEEE

WHAT DID YOU DO TO MEEEHEEHEEE😭😭😭

This is so soft oml, I can't- the support of the entire company, the softness with which Thorin acts with reader, the loving gestures and affection aaaaaAAAAAH😫😭🥺

Also the way reader refuses help at first is something so relatable. Thorin is trying to find a solution that could help the reader improve their relationship with food, but they don't want to be a bother.

Because that's really what it's about. There is so much self hate in a you that you want to improve so badly, but over time, it's not enough, the change isn't not fast enough and then you're just stuck in this vicious cycle of trying so hard, but always failing your ill mind and in the end you just want to dissapear, to be so small as to not bother anyone.

I love how much comfort is packed in this. And the lowkey hints at what I've described above, yet not being triggering.

Thank you so much friend, you're a blessing <333

My Lover, My Monarch, My Friend (Thorin Oakenshield x GN Reader)

The Hobbit/LOTR Masterlist Summary: Thorin notices changes and unhealthy habits begining to form. All he can do is do his best to show you that he cares.

@robin-the-enby​ Requested:  Hello! Is it ok if I ask for Thorin and an s/o who struggles with an ed? Preferably anorexia, but you can leave it unspecified. I would just love some comfort…If you’d need more information, I’ll gladly provide it! But if this is triggering for you or you don’t want to write it, that’s completely fine, just let me know <3 Thank you so much!!

A/N: This is my first time writing about an ED if this is triggering or hurtful in any way Let me know and I will remove it immediately 

Warnings: Slight description of an ED, Angst, Hurt/Comfort

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Beautiful😍

Dawn

Vincent Sinclair x GN!Reader

I've had a hard time feeling inspired to write much lately. But here is a small thing for my friends who need something gentle. Silky fluff + fade to black with an unmasked Vincent.

It is a rare occasion when you fall asleep beside Vincent and he is there in the morning. Today when you awake in your room, not only is he still in your bed, but he is still sleeping. You shift a little, careful not to jostle him, rolling onto your side so you can look at him. 

He is serene in sleep, lips slightly parted, lashes thick and delicate against his cheek. His hair is bunched unevenly behind his neck in a dark tangle. His elegant hand is curled beside him on the pillow, motionless for once. He is statuesque in profile, a masterwork made flesh. The light filtering pale and rosy through the blinds softens the sloping angles of his face. 

You place a gentle hand on the bare skin of his shoulder, unable to resist the temptation of touching him. Like someone has let you into the Louvre and removed all the velvet ropes.

Vincent inhales deeply, breathes out a velvety, vocal sigh, and his lashes flutter. You caress his palm with your fingertips and lace your fingers through his. His gaze finds your face and he smiles. It is a smile uninhibited, a gift of his fast-receding peace, a full smile that twists the scar tissue on the right side of his mouth. 

"Good morning, angel," you murmur. "I'm sorry I woke you."

He hmms, squeezes your hand, arches his back in a long, lazy stretch. With his free hand he twists his hair out from under his neck and splays it across the pillow. 

You smile and he reaches out to stroke your face. "You sleep well?" 

He nods once. You lean in and kiss him, soft and slow, release his hand and let him pull you into him. His torso is long and lean, skin warm and damp with the heat of sleep. You touch his ribs, his hip, sweep your fingers through the hair on his stomach and lower, feel the hitch against your thigh as his body responds. 

You pull away, lean away, and he furrows his brow. "It's late," you tease. "Gotta go start breakfast."

He grunts and tugs you back, coils his arms around you and pulls you on top of him. You grin and kiss him again. 

"C'mon, we gotta get up."

He grasps your ass, bends one knee and grinds up against you. The look in his eye is plaintive, persuasive, positively manipulative. 

"Vincent," you whisper. 

The arousal between your legs is undeniable. You are attracted to him the way the earth guides birds back home after winter. Your thumb traces the right side of his jaw, skirts the line between pink scar tissue and unmarked skin. His expression is open, unguarded. His trust is too precious to acknowledge, for even the breath of the words you use to thank him would be enough to rattle it. 

So you kiss him again instead, slide your fingers into his hair, show him how you feel in other ways. He understands you. Words are obsolete. 

Someone like me

Pairing: Abe Sapien x f!mermaid!reader

Summary: Bored of her normal human life, (Y/N) tried to think of a way to contact the BPRD. However, before she could figure out how to achieve catching the attention of an institution that supposedly didn't even exist, it instead found her.

Warnings: female reader, use of she/her pronouns, maybe ooc characters?, long fic

A/N: A piece for @riyaselfships <3 I am glad to get back to writing for this adorable man though, so thank you so much for requesting! I am so, so sorry it took so long and for all the complications, but it was a fun challenge! It's nice to be back. I sincerely hope you like this!

Footsteps approached the quiet premises of the library. You quickly closed your email on your work computer and directed your attention to the person who just came in. They greeted you in a soft voice as they walked past you and disappeared in the sea of bookshelves.

Once they were out of sight, you quickly turned back to the computer screen and reopened the email you've been reading. Your heart sounded like a giant drum in your chest, the rhythm picking up the pace with each line your eyes scanned over.

You couldn't believe it. After months of sleepless nights and gallons of consumed coffee you finally found the book you were oh so desperately looking for. This one wasn't like the rest of the occult books that were in your collection. While you couldn't deny that they were very interesting, this one wasn't just a copy you happened to find in an antique bookshop. No, this was the original. well, sort of.

The contains of the book were basically rituals, instructions on how to summon great evils into this world. Nobody really knows who wrote it anymore, but it's assumed that the first appearance of this piece was in the form of notes, scribbled onto individual pieces of paper. Until one scribe, who supposedly belonged to a cult of sorts, decided to rewrite the notes into a book. The original cult had been long dissolved and the book kept well hidden.

And now it won't take long and it'd belong to you. You've always been interested in the occult, ever since you found out you weren't human, which was at a very young age. From then on you've been determined to find out just how many secrets this world holds.

But, that hasn't been always easy. Of course not. You started on the internet. Over the years you've joined many fan forums that "spread the truth". Most of it were conspiracies unfortunately. Save for the BPRD. Bureau of paranormal research and defense. An organisation that supposedly didn't exist. And yet, whenever somebody took a mysterious photo that looked a bit too real, you could always see the same man on TV explaining how it was only a hoax. Tom Manning.

Fortunately, you were able to find people who had the same intentions as you. You never told them the complete truth about yourself, always fearing you would take it too far, but it still felt good to be understood on such a level. From these simple connections, you slowly moved on from the digital realm back to the physical one, getting more and more contacts to collectors, who had the good stuff, or so you thought.

Very early on you found out that what you've been able to collect were copies, although old and rare, they still had little real significance. But, you persevered and many years later, you were finally surrounded by people, friends dare you say, although you've never really met any of them, who were able to get you the real good stuff.

Like the book you were just heading out to get from the post office. The original owner of the book did not want to send it right to your address, labeling it as a registered package, so there would be a lesser chance of someone stealing it, he reasoned in the email you read at work.

Once the book was in your hands, you couldn't help but admire the packaging. It was a simple brown cardboard box, nothing that could ever raise suspicion or curiosity. You imagined the book would be bigger though. But the more you thought about it, the more you had to admit it was probably for the best. The whole way to your home you couldn't help but to imagine how you would spend the entire night rearranging your entire collection. So far, you stashed your books on a bookshelve, but now that you had this very important piece and expected many more to come, you would need to secure them more.

There was a box sitting in your bedroom containing some very expensive glass case that you could lock. It would put your collection on display while also keeping it safe. It wasn't much, but it was something.

Lost in your daydreams about a calm and quiet future, you didn't notice your front door was unlocked. Stepping inside your home and taking off your overgarments, you froze. You could hear quiet footsteps and hushed conversation coming from somewhere inside your home. You clutched the book tighter in your hands. It was clear that somebody broke in while you were away and you had to do something about it and fast.

Hoping the intruders haven't noticed you yet, you quietly took off your shoes and grabbed your metal shoehorn in case you needed to defend yourself and slowly made your way to the kitchen, where you could hopefully get a better weapon and call the police.

It would be a blatant lie to say you weren't absolutely terrified. You didn't have anything worthy of being stolen, except for the package in your hand, so who would try to get into your home? But people are capable of all sorts of things when they are desperate. Hopefully you could reason with them without the situation escalating.

Just when you were almost exactly where you wanted to be, you heard a smooth voice say "They're here." You felt fear spike through you, a small gasp leaving your mouth. You quickly slapped your hand over it and prayed to whatever deity there was that you haven't just blown your cover. Did you make a noise? How did they know you were here? This whole situation felt wrong. The sound of a gun being cocked made your knees feel weak, the deep, gruff voice following it, saying "Let's go find that son of a bitch then." did not help either. But just as you lost all hope and prepared to die, your body lurched forward, driven by the need to survive. You sprinted into the kitchen, hearing sets of footsteps seemingly from all sides at once, you threw yourself to the drawers and drew out the biggest knife you could find in your haste.

Quickly turning around, your weapon raised protectively in front of you, you saw a creature standing in the doorway to your kitchen, staring at you with a confused expression and bright yellow eyes. He was HUGE. So huge you wondered how the hell did he even fit through your doorway. His sking was bright red, with longish dark brown hair on his head. The top of his head was bald though, only two stumps adorning the space there. It seemed like at some point, this creature had horns, but got them cut off. His face was framed with sideburns and a short goatee with the same colour as his hair. His eyes, the first thing you noticed about him, were piercing yellow, like a cat's. He was wearing an open trenchcoat, a necklace with a cross dangling from around his neck. His sleeves were rolled up, showing of his powerful arms, one much thicker than the other and seemingly made out of rock rather than flesh.

In his more human looking hand he was holding a strange gun. It seemed to be specifically created for killing non-human creatures. Strapped to the belt of his pants were many other weapons, some of which you weren't familiar with at all.

Before the creature could utter a word, a woman appeared from behind him "Hellboy! Did you find...them...?" her words died on her tongue when she took in your terrified expression. She was a human. Or so it seemed. She had short black hair, with a swept fringe to one side. Around her neck was a black choker with a mathing cross. She was wearing a leather jacket and, like her partner, had weapons strapped to the belt holding up her black pants, although these ones looked relatively normal to what you've seen.

"Who are you? And what are you doing here?" the woman asked you with suspicion. You tried to swallow the lump in your throat, only to find out your mouth has gone dry. "I could ask you the same..." you rasped out quietly, the hand with the knife trembling. "Don't tell me we're in the wrong place..." Hellboy muttered.

"Don't worry Red, we're not." the same smooth voice you heard in the beggining called out from behind the duo, successfully turning all three of yours attention to him. When his two partners stepped aside so he could walk in, your breath caught in your throat.

His skin was a light shade of blue with loads of different markings in different shades of the colour. He had a black bodysuit concealing most of his body. Around his shoulders and up his neck was a strange contraption which consisted of what looked like tubes and small water tanks. Topped off with big goggles over his eyes and his webbed hands, you realized he must be a merperson.

"We are terribly sorry for scaring you ma'am." he spoke to you with a tilted head and suddenly, as your eyes locked, you realized just how beautiful they were. He radiated serenity and you found yourself calming down, your heartbeat slowing, and lowering your weapon. "We've been sent to this location to retrieve a very special artifact." then he pointed at your package "The book you are holding."

Your grip on the book tightened as a frown stretched on your face "I bought that book, you can't just take it away!" Hellboy scoffed "Do you even know what you're holding lady?" "Yes. In fact, I do. And I've been searching for many years to find something like it." you stated protectively, although your confidence wasn't strong enough for you to say it to his face directly.

"And just what were you planning on doing with that book?" the lady suddenly spoke up. "Nothing...I'm a collector." you mombled, feeling offended by the accusation. "Oh really? Because to me it seems you're just a filthy little liar-" she continued, her tone turning more and more menacing, until her blue partner stopped her "That's enough Liz. She's telling the truth." turning his gaze back to you, he gently told you "If you hand over the book, there will be no repercussions, I can assure you."

You thought about it for a moment. Taking a deep breath, you dared to look in his enchanting eyes and spoke "Where the book goes, I follow." you decided. While it seemed to not make much impact on him, Hellboy and Liz seemed flabbergasted. "Listen lady, you can't just make demands here-" "I think I can. I am still the owner of this book." you said, although your gaze never left the blue merperson in front of you.

"You were sent here by the BPRD right?" you asked, looking at Liz. Hellboy frowned "How did you..." to not raise any more suspicion, which you already felt you were failing horribly at, you explained, finally mustering up enough courage to look the red demon in the eyes "You're Hellboy, right? Everybody has at least heard about you by now. You are the one everyone thinks of when BPRD is mentioned, and vice versa." "We can't just bring a human to the base!" Liz exclaimed.

"But she's not human. Isn't that right?"

It felt as if every time the blue man spoke, everyone in the room calmed down. Despite not looking much, he had a powerful aura around him, almost mystique. Whatever he lacked physically, he must've made up with something else, something you greatly desired to find out.

Interrupting your train of thought, you remembered you still had to answer the three agents. You slowly nodded. "Well then, show us what you can do!" Hellboy smirked. You felt your cheeks grow warm. The only people who ever saw your true form were your parents and you weren't really sure if you wanted to show yourself like that to complete strangers. "Well uhm, I'm a mermaid, so..."

You sighed and decided that stalling would get you nowhere. Rolling a sleeve up to your shoulder, a fin growing from your arm was revealed to the others. "A mermaid huh?" Liz mumbled. Hellboy shrugged "Ah alright, if it'll make you stop complicating things, you can come." With those words he turned on his heel and began walking out of your home. Liz soon followed, but you heard her utter "Manning is not gonna like this..."

You had to fight the enormous smile that would otherwise bloom on your face. It was like a dream come true! After you quickly got dressed and locked your door again, Liz insisted you walked between them, just in case you tried anything. You didn't protest and so you found yourself in between Hellboy and the blue merperson, whose name you still didn't know. You exited through the back and quickly boarded what looked like a garbage truck.

As you rode, you started becoming more and more uneasy. There weren't any windows, which made sense, but it made you feel kind of trapped. The fact that at first, nobody said a word, wasn't helping. And you had no idea how long the journey was going to take.

"I believe I don't know your name yet." the blue man spoke to you, making a small smile appear on your face "I'm (Y/N)." he extended his webbed hand to you, saying "Abe. Nice to meet you." As your hands made contact in a handshake, you felt a shiver run down your spine and a subtle pressure inside your head, as if someone had climbed into it. The feeling, however, disappeared immediately when you let go of Abe's hand.

He seemed...almost embarassed as he apologized "I am so sorry. I promise I did not mean to do that!" he said. You blinked at him before asking timidly "Were you...in my head?" Abe looked away from you "Yes...But I promise I didn't see anything! Or, well, I tried to not look..." he added sheepishly. "So you're a..." you asked. "Telepath, yes."

"That's...actually really awesome!" you beamed at him. "You think so?" Abe asked, head tilted to the side in the cutest way. You giggled "Of course. Ever since I was young I wanted to learn everything this world hid from the average person. And when I learned about who I truly am, that feeling only grew. That's why I started collecting those books in the first place, to learn." you smiled softly, looking down at the book in your lap, caressing the packaging gently.

And so your life changed. When you arrived to the BPRD, you were immediately brought to Manning himself, who first yelled at Hellboy and the others for five minutes before realizing nobody cared and so he sent them away, confiscated your book and had a talk with you, not different from a regular job interview.

He was reluctant to let you stay, but when you proved you weren't human, it seemed almost mandatory that you stay. Of course, before you could even start learning about your new...job, you had to go through multiple examinations. Luckilly, the scientists and doctors were very accomodating and tried their best to keep you as comfortable as they could.

You were given a room with an en suit bathroom, with a very spacious bathtub, which was heavenly, you had to thank somebody for that, and started your training. It was actually fun most of the time. You were pretty intimidated when you were told the one who'd teach you to fight would be the raven haired woman you hadn't had the best interactions so far.

And while the begginings were nothing short of rocky, over time Liz opened up to you as you did with her. You learned she was not only a skilled agent, but quite a gentle soul and a great confidant. And with Liz's trust earned, it didn't take much more time for Hellboy to warm up to you as well. He, too, had much more to him than the rough exterior he showed to his opponents. He was a funny guy, who was always up for trouble. He loved cats and you know what they say: someone who loves animals can't be a bad person...or, demon in this case.

What you cherished the most though, was spending time in the compound's library. The books in your little beginner collection couldn't compare to the massive variety of spell books, mythological books, scripts and many many others.

Besides, Abe's tank was there. The first time you saw him without all the gear to help him survive without water for longer periods of time, you felt as if somebody poured a bucket of hot water over you. His eyes held kindness as he looked at you with that small smile of his. You could see clearly all the shades of blues that coloured his beautiful skin, all of his toned swimmer muscles that made him look like a sculpture, a work of art.

But you didn't allow yourself to stare at him any longer. He was the first person to be nice to you, the last thing you'd want is to offend him by ogling him like an animal in the zoo. But if he saw your staring, he didn't mention it. And soon, every day in the evening, or anytime you'd wish to just relax, You'd head to the library, meet up with your favourite friend and spend hours upon hours just reading and discussing, until you barely could keep your eyes open.

Any time you'd think of Abe as your favourite person in the compound, you could feel your cheeks grow warm and it took everything in you not to giggle out loud. You were slowly starting to realize you were crushing on the guy. Hard.

What helped you come to terms with your feelings was when one time, you were having so much fun with your research about selkies and the fae world, that despite Abe asking you if you wanted to retire for the night, which you could barely respond to anymore, at one point, you didn't hear his words anymore and darkness overtook you.

When you became aware again, you quickly found out you weren't in the same spot you fell asleep in, the fact that you actually fell asleep in front of Abe of all people made you a bit embarassed. None the less, you were now in one of the bigger armchairs in the library, basically in front of Abe's tank, snuggled up into a cozy blanket. It wasn't just draped over you, you realized, he must've taken the time to properly tuck you in.

And for some reason suddenly everything felt...different. While you knew that what he'd done could just be a platonic gesture, you...wished it wasn't. But it's not like you were going to do anything about it. Soon after you woke up, Abe saw you from his tank and waved to you. Standing up and stretching your slightly sore muscles, you walked over to him to greet him and properly thank him.

"Red was looking for you. I told him you're sleeping and that I'd send you to him after you woke up." the beautiful man informed you after exchanging a "good morning". You rubbed the back of your neck with one hand, your gaze cast to the side "Thank you. For the information and for...what you did for me yesterday. I'm sorry I fell asleep like that. I hope you didn't feel obligated to do that-" you chuckled nervously, but Abe interrupted you "No, no! Of course not! I figured it would seem weird if I carried you back to your room, but maybe I should've. This is really the least I could've done for you." he assured you and place one of his hands on the glass of his tank.

You reciprocated, placing your own hand to the exact spot from the other side. The feeling of him being in your head was always strange, but now it felt more...intimate. Luckilly, as he could feel what you were feeling, you could feel what he was feeling. And it assured you that what he was saying was true.

After that day, Abe started seeking you out more. It was strange at first, but you couldn't say the attention was unwanted. You started training together, because Abe, while usually not the one in action, should keep in shape, just in case, as he explained, ate lunch in the library instead of the caffeteria and just spent more one on one time together. Until one day, he asked you a very serious question.

"Would you go for a swim with me?" he asked you one day at lunch. It was just you two in the library, but you still stiffened, and the air suddenly became hot and unbreatheable. Abe, ever so perceptive, noticed this and quickly added "We don't have to if it makes you uncomfortable! I don't mean to push my boundaries or anything, I just figured...well...it could be another form of training, no?"

Taking a few discreet deep breaths, you internally calmed yourself down. It's fine, just training, excercise, yes, just that, nothing else. It's not like you were scared of him hurting you, gods no. But you feared if you would be so close to him in such a vulnerable environment, you might lose your mind. So many things could go wrong. You could stare at him in a weird way or you could say something you wouldn't mean to say or-

Despite the raging storm inside your mind, you nodded with a small smile "Alright!" you chirped. Abe, too, smiled "Great! Meet you here in an hour?" You nodded, hoping your smile didn't seem too unnatural and waved your friend goodbye as you walked out of the library and towards your room.

Although you had half a mind to just fake a sudden food poisoning, you still found yourself at the library door exactly on time. Abe walked out, only holding a neatly folded towel. You let him lead the way to the pool, which you didn't even know was there to this point. And although there wasn't anything inherently wrong with the situation you were in, both of you kept quiet the whole way and the air was tense.

The pool room was plain. White tiled walls and floors, with the pool taking up most of the space in the room itself. There were a few chairs lined up at one of the walls for people to put their belonggings on. The most advanced thing were lights, as you found out. Next to the door were a few knobs that changed the intensity of the lights and the colour, for some reason.

It was then that Abe turned to you "The pool has a minimal amount of chlorine and other chemicals in it, so it shouldn't damage the skin on your tail and fins. But if anything happens, let me know." you nodded with a smile, being reminded how sweet he actually is. Abe wasted no time getting in the water and as you watched him, you could see how he visibly changed. Not in appearance, but it was certain water was his home. He seemed relaxed and confident. Well, more confident than usually.

You realized it was about time you get in the pool. You looked at the water nervously. This would be the first time after years that somebody would see you. Really see you. Deciding to just get it over with, you backed away from the edge, before jumping into the water.

The transition never hurt, but the feeling of your legs morphing into a tail was still strange, given that you didn't have many oppoturnities to fully transform. But you now truly understood why Abe felt so at home in water. Because you felt the same. It was so freeing, feeling the water on your skin in such a different way. With one powerful movement of your tail, you felt as if you shot out of the water when you resurfaced. Giggles erupted from your throat and then soon escalated into full on laughter. Relieved laughter.

You felt Abe watching you and when your eyes met, you sensed the familiar hot feeling bloom all over your face. "Uh, sorry about that. It's just...It's been a while." you smiled bashfully at your reflection in the water as you swooshed your arms around. Abe shook his head "It's fine. I like seeing you like this." You looked at him, slightly confused "Like what?" "Like this." he gestured to you as he swam closer "Happy...Relaxed...Free." he explained, his eyes never leaving yours. The moment felt so special, you were worried that if you even breathed in the wrong way, you would ruin the mood.

But you needed to answer him and you needed to do it right now. "Thank- thank you. It...really means a lot coming from you." you struggled to get out through the haze in your mind.

The conversation then faded again into the uncomfortable silence, until Abe suddenly seemed to remember why you were here in the first place and challenged you to a game of tag to warm up. Knowing that if you declined, you could just leave the pool alltogether, so you did the opposite. Besides, it sounded like fun.

And fun it was. Abe went easy on you at first, seeing as he was very agile and fast in water, being so used to it, while you needed some time to properly get ahold of your tail. But once you got used to it, which, to be fair, didn't take long at all, your abilities were nearly on the same level. Abe couldn't help but admire the way your fins glistened in the light and when you chased after him or swam away from him, trying not to get tagged, he thought you looked like a dream. You were right there in front of him and in the blink of an eye, you were gone. It tested your strength and stamina, while his ability to focus was being tested. He knew in that moment that you'd make a great agent.

You didn't know how long you were chasing each other in the water, but you could feel yourself getting tired. You swam to the corner of the pool and supported yourself with your arms on the edges as you rested. Abe was quick to catch up to you. He stopped in front of you and just took in your resting form. If you didn't look beautiful to him then, you were absolutely ethereal now. And sure, nobody looks their best when they just immerged from under water, your hair was sticking to your head, your eyelashes were stuck together in clumps as well and you were slightly out of breath, but the way water droplets glistened onbeautiful skin, the way your chest rose delicately with each breath, everything about you combined took Abe's breath away.

Longing to touch you, to be in contact with you, he jokingly put his hand on your shoulder "You're it." he said.

In that moment, your eyes shot open, the usually non invasive way your minds connected when one touched the other, was now replaced by an overwhelming emotion taking over your brain. Warmth, longing, happiness and a strangely pleasant kind of emotional pain spread through your entire body in seconds.

Love.

Abe jerked away, only now realizing that maybe he'd made a mistake. You two stared at each other owlishly for a few moments, before both of you spoke at the same time. "I'm-" "Hey-" Both of you stopped and chuckled. "I'm very sorry. I didn't- I didn't realize that you could...agh, I screwed up didn't I?" he said with his head down, only briefly glancing at you, guilt swimming in his beautiful eyes. You were...shocked. Your mind was tripping over itself to correct him, to just let him know, to find the right words to describe that no, he didn't do anything wrong, he did not screw and his feelings were indeed reciprocated, and very happily so.

But before you could make up your mind and decide what to say, your body instead made the decision. Quickly grabbing his hand, you gazed into his eyes and hoped, prayed, he could feel it. That he understood.

And he did.

As your hand fell from his, Abe stepped closer to you, chasing after the contact. He was now right in front of you and it allowed you to wrap your arms around his neck. You didn't allow yourself to think too much about it and just let yourself do what felt right. For a while, you stayed like this, just feeling both of yours emotions at once, but at some point, it wasn't enough and that's when your lips met in a desperate, but gentle kiss. It was sweet, your heart swelled in your chest as you angled your head a little to accomodate to him and enjoyed the feeling of his lips on yours.

When you pulled away, you were still looking into each other's eyes. The phantom bliss was still there and you couldn't wait to do it again. Somehow now, that your feelings were exposed, you wanted nothing more than to be close to Abe all the time, to never leave his side. To love and cherish him. An as if he could read your thoughts, Abe said gently "I would very much like to do that again soon...If it's alright with you." You knew you were smiling like an idiot, but it didn't matter right now. You nodded to his suggestion.

I've come to the conclusion that my type is "covered in blood"

Having a new f/o for a few months is like:

We just met. I’ve known you my whole life. There’s no way I knew you a few weeks ago. I can’t imagine my life without you. You’re my soulmate. I barely know anything about you. Marry me. Happy 60 days since I met you

Me: *Walks by a smoker*

Me: