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Im actually crying right now <3
the ocd collection
Four ššš these were rough lil quick sketches
No matter what you do, just donāt think about Dan and Mattās wedding.
Donāt think about Matt asking Neil to be his best man, about Dan asking Renee, Allison and Danās stage sisters to be her bridesmaids.
Donāt think about Wymack walking Dan down the aisle to the soft sound of a piano and trying so very hard not to shed a tear because he is a Tough Man.
Donāt think about Allison hiring the best caterers she knows and gifting them with an obscenely big wedding cake which Andrew definitely hasnāt been eyeing ever since he spotted it.
Donāt think about the various couples slowly dancing together (and obviously donāt think about Neil and Andrew also dancing together but in another room out of sight from everyone).
Donāt think about Wymack finally letting go of the Tough Man act and just full on letting out a sob when he takes Dan and Matt in his arms.
Donāt think about Neil giving, to everyoneās surprise, the most wholesome speech and having Dan just fuck up the makeup Allison applied that morning while Renee did her hair with fat tears.
Donāt think about the way Andrew is not so subtly devouring Neil with his eyes because Matt got him a taylor-made black suit and Andrew is just ridiculously enamored with his idiot itās actually embarrassing.
Donāt think about Aaron going up to them hand in hand with Katelyn and telling them heās glad Dan was their captain even if he was a little shit he always admired her anyway and Matt was a cool teammate even if he still owes him an ass beating at that one video game.
Donāt think about Neil talking to Matt in private when the party starts slowing down and telling him heās glad he got to live to see them be so happy together.
Donāt think about Kevin pulling Dan to the side and thanking her for having taken such good care of his father when he didnāt know how to properly be someoneās son.
just, donāt think about that alright.
Iād cry /pos
it would be so funny if i just randomly dropped chapter 0 and 1 one day. Just "oh yeah here you all go"
I am not okay either. If anyone needs me, Iām just going to be curled up in a ball crying over this. š
OH MY I AM NOT OKAY
hi I just wanted to say that you literally write the softest soft ideas... they're very comforting, thank you :] love any update you post
STOP Iā THIS GENUINELY MAKES ME SO HAPPY, like i literally write these prompts cuz i want ppl to feel soft and fuzzy inside, im so so so so happy u feel that way, love u babi
tear
apparently if you first tear comes out of your right eye when you cry itās out of joy
but when the first tear comes out of your left eye when you cry itās out of pain
why is my left eye a waterfall and my right eyeās the sahara desert
Iāve never been happier for two fictional characters IN MY LIFE.
Remembering my grandfathers. Such happy memories.
valentine ~ h.s ļæ¼
i listened to valentine by laufey while writing this. and i highly recommend you do as well. this got me all in my feels and i hope it does the same for you :3
i've rejected affection for years
and years
"you absolutely amaze me. you can't just do that to people,"
"and why not? it's my life- and last i checked i could do whatever the hell i wanted." you retorted back at your best friend who was shaking her head at you. you were spending your day off of work with one of your closest friends, secretly trying to make her head explode with your mind from all of her cristisim. your feet dangling on the back of the couch swiping through your phone, popping another grape into your mouth.
the tall girl was getting onto you for rejecting a guy who had been pining over you since you were 15. you guys had been playfully flirting with one another for some time, but you personally didn't take him seriously up until last year.
the two of you had gone on a couple dates, and while he thought things were going great, you just couldn't see yourself with him. hence the beginnings of this conversation because she had just found out that you had flat out stopped responding to the guy after he had said something that had irked you the week before.
"he's literally perfect for you! he's got the same sense of humor as you. he loves being outside. AND he wants kids."
"honey, i know you're trying to be helpful, but it's not that simple. i tried. i really did, but i couldn't. i just know when things click. i can feel them falling into place. but we were just a little too similar. we were butting heads, even this early into the relationship. he was hardheaded, so am i," sighing as you threw your phone down on the floor, your fluffy rug cushioning its fall. bringing yourself to get off the comfort of your sofa. padding into the kitchen, while speaking over your shoulder as you refilled your bowl with more snacks. "i'm indecisive, and so is he. the entire car ride was spent with us saying 'oh i don't mind' 'whatever you want' 'it's up to you'. it drove me INSANE. and i figured he would finally get the message. hey! I really don't like you, and maybe next time think about what you're saying before telling me you were expecting something different with me. stupid asshole..."
"i think it's just cause you're picky. you guys would have made cute babies,"
"if you like him so much, then why don't you date him?" the slight jab made her throw her pillow at you, a loud laugh leaving your lips. grabbing the biggest cube of cheese you could find on your bowl, chunking it at her face a cackle leaving the both of you guys' lips.
now i have, and damn it
its kind of weird
"hey, honey..." the sound of your nickname rolling off your boys tongue made you smile softly, turning to face the brunette whose face was currently smushed against the sofa. you eyed his sleepy frame, feeling your heart melt as you saw all of his bouncy curls sticking out from his hoodie. "i miss you."
a soft scoff left your lips, quirking an eyebrow up at him. you set down your batter covered spoon, crossing your arms across your chest feigning annoyance. harry had just woken up from a nap, his eyes still puffy. he just kept on smiling up at you, your facade crumbling with every second you spent looking at his face. shaking your head at the boy, strands of your hair falling onto your forehead.
"you're crazy, h."
"crazy for you." it was almost laughable how quickly that boy was able to respond to your comments with cheesy lines. even after a year, he still treated you exactly like he had in the early weeks of your relationship. taking it upon himself to woo you every chance he got.
you tossed the rag you had used to wipe off cookie dough from your arms, the dark red fabric plopping on his head of curls. "mmm. those cookies smell delicious, honeyā¦red velvet?"
"your favorite." making your way over to harry, running your arms over his as you wrapped them around him. swatting the rag off his head, his green eyes popping out from behind the rag a playful glint in them. he adjusted his position to where he was sitting up, trying to drag you closer to him. "h, baby, i'm trying not to burn cookies over here."
"the quicker you get over here the quicker you get back to the cookies," he teased, his voice still raspy from having woken up. you allowed the brunette to tug you onto his lap, your knees on either side of his waist nearly melting into him due to how warm and cozy he was. his hands quickly finding their place on the small of your back, his thumbs rubbing over the exposed skin a small shiver made its way up your spine.
"you know- i feel like you do this on purpose. you get all nice and comfy, so whenever you wanna cuddle me you just pull me in; knowing damn well i can't resist you. and next thing you know, i'll never want to leave."
"that's the plan, lovey." a small flutter made its way to your chest, blush dusting your cheeks as you nuzzled into his face pressing a soft kiss onto his forehead. harry let out a noise of appreciation, nudging your nose with his as he tugged you closer. "your mouth smells like chocolate... were you eating the batter?"
"shut it,"
he tells me i'm pretty
don't know how to respond
bright. so damn bright. a soft whine left your lips as you attempted to twist away from the sunlight burning your eyelids. after spending a couple minutes of trying to ignore the bright white light, you decided to make a better use of your day and attempting to get up. your bleary eyes making eye contact with an inked chest, stiffening slightly. a small sound left your lips, as you rubbed your eyes to see if it was truly real life or if it was just a dream.
"pretty girl... did i wake you?" a soft flutter erupted in your stomach, smiling sleepily at his choice of words. he wrapped his arm around your frame, tugging you close to him laying your head on his chest. a soft whine left your lips as you nuzzled further into his warmth, allowing your legs to entwine with his. "still sleepy?"
"mhmm... so warm."
"then go back to bed, pretty girl." the sound of his morning voice, and with your head on his chest made him sound so good. so unreal. it was heavenly. you lifted your head up just to press a soft kiss on his startled lips, a chuckle leaving the brunette. you locked eyes with his bright green ones, wanting nothing more than to just spend all day staring at him.
"you're so pretty..." the brightest shade of pink dusted your cheeks, shying away from his stare. he chuckled, pressing a soft kiss onto your face.
i tell him that he's pretty too
can i say that?i don't have a clue
it truly didn't matter how many times your eyes looked onto that man, you were absolutely breath taken every time. he was gorgeous. absolutely beautiful. every tiny little scar, and the dark ink coating his toned skin. slowly lifting your hand up to trail it over the exposed skin. you traced the outline of every tattoo you could get your hands on, leaving featherlike kisses on his chest after you had finished a tattoo.
harry had told you many times about how insecure he got at times, especially after being on tour and most of his outfits being quite tight on him. so if he did have something he wasn't happy with, he knew his fans would end up capturing it from every possible angle.
but you couldn't see it.
you just couldn't.
he always told you about how sometimes his hair annoyed him because it never wanted to style just how he wanted it. his curls were always sticking out, every which way. he didn't like the little wrinkles by his eyes, that showed that he wasn't as young as he was whenever he first started. but you loved every inch of that man.
you made it your mission to shower that man in as much love and endless compliments, knowing it not only made him feel good but you would be able to see his cheeks flare up a bright red.
which was huge plus in your book.
one things you did every once in a while whenever you felt he was a little down; press a chaste kiss on his forehead, down to his left cheek, and then to his right, and then a nibble on his nose. if he hadn't already interrupted your nibble with his own lips, you would press a much awaited kiss onto his awaiting ones.
with every passing moment, i surprise myself
im scared of flies
im scared of guys
someone please help
"you have to get your shit together,"
"you think i'm not trying? i'm fucking terrified..."
"of what..?"
"of falling in love. i'm scared to let myself fall in love, cause i know the second i let that wall fall down he's gonna leave."
"you can't think like this-ā
"i know! trust me i know. i just can't stop... every single person that i've dated, has always broken my heart like this. its only whenever i allow myself to relax, that's when they do it." your voice wavered at the end of that statement, tugging at the loose hairs that were falling out of your bun. your best friend was currently trying to get you to calm down, her worried eyes scanning your distressed figure.
you and harry's 1 year anniversary was coming up, right after valentines day and you were absolutely stressed. everything felt too good.
a little too good.
you were scared shitless. you felt like everything in the relationship was great. amazing, even. but you couldn't stop your anxiety from being at an all time high. harry had been a little distance, not incredibly, but enough for you to be stressed.
"he could just be busy, hon."
"he always tells me whenever he's busy. i just- what if i did something wrong?" she pursed her lips as she eyed you, her demeanor softening as she was realizing how worked up this was getting you. she wrapped her arm around you, allowing you to lay your head against her. "i'm sorry i get like this."
"no need to apologize. we just need to work on your fight or flight mode. and hopefully turn the flight off of auto."
"it's not my fault-"
"i know, sweets. but you can't just prepare for the worst whenever you get the slightest thought that he could be 'leaving'."
"i know... i'm just so scared of getting my heart broken, that my defense mechanism goes a little haywire."
cause i think i've fallen in love this time
i blinked, and suddenly i had a valentine
the sound of something crashing behind you made you jump, hastily turning around in fear of what the sound was. a groan leaving your lips as you realized your basket had fallen over.
you were in the middle of trying to build your boyfriend a gift for valentine's day, and things were going pretty good. well. they were.
you had taken it upon yourself to make him a goody basket with all of his favorite things; some throws for his house, a couple of his favorite brand of candles, his favorite sweets, and even a little crochet cow that you had made yourself as a spur in the moment decision. all you needed to do was throw them in the basket in an organized manner.
as a spontaneous decision you wanted to tie some balloons on the back of the basket; awful choice truly. for some reason you weren't thinking about using something to weigh down the basket before attaching the balloons, and next thing you knew the basket was laying sideways in a puddle of paint.
"you've got to be kidding me," you uttered some curse words, hurrying to grab some paper towels from the kitchen and trying to wipe the red blob of paint on the front of the basket. to no avail.
"everything okay in there, lovey?" the sound of harry's voice made you stiffen, halting your hurried movements. you scrambled to chuck the basket into the empty coat closet, struggling to get the balloons to cooperate with the door. you could give two shits about the paint getting on your clothes, successfully getting the door to shut.
the sound of harry making his way down the stairs made you jump into hyper speed, hastily grabbing a half done project of yours and plopping some of the bright paint on it and smearing it around with your hands to make it look like you were doing something. harry stopped as he spotted you sitting criss-cross on the floor, a smile making its way onto his face once he realized the mess you had made on yourself.
"lovey... you do know the paint goes on the canvas, right?"
"jesus, honey you scared me. and for your information, yes i do. the paint just doesn't like to stay on the canvas." you pouted, looking up at your boyfriend who was dressed in nothing but a pair of black sweatpants. you offered the brunette a paintbrush, a cheeky smile sported on your face. "wanna join? i can't make any promises that the paint won't get on you."
what if he's the last one i kiss?
a soft gasp left your lips. a small chuckle left harry, his face buried against your neck as he covered every inch of your neck in wet kisses. your hands buried themselves in his curls, tugging softly.
"lovey..." the warning tone in his voice made you giggle, allowing your thoughts to encourage him. tug. "don't tell me that i didn't warn you,"
a loud squeal left your lips as he hoisted you into the air. his hands finding their place on your waist your legs wrapping around his waist as he made his way towards your made bed.
what if he's the only one i'll ever miss?
"i don't want to go on tour,"
"then don't" you bluntly stated, a small smile tugging at your lips. harry just shook his head at you, chuckling at your statement. the brunette was currently packing all of his belongings from his closet that he had wanted to bring with him on tour, stuffing the last of his toiletries in a small bag.
"you know its not that easy-"
"i know, h. i'm just joking"
"but i wish you weren't... i don't want to have to miss you." he mumbled, running his fingers over the exposed skin on your torso.
today was the last day before he went back on tour, one of his biggest yet. while he was excited, the thought of leaving you behind still made him want to second guess himself. he was choosing today to take advantage of seeing you.
spent the morning cooking you breakfast, bringing it to you in bed where the pair of you cuddled and ate some delicious pancakes. and for lunch he insisted on cooking some pasta for the two of you to share, which was delicious.
and now as the sun was hiding behind the horizon, streams of purple, pink and orange coating half of the sky. you guys were in your favorite lounge chair, with his head on your lap watching the sun go down. your hands were running through his locks wanting to remember every second of this.
his lips.
his smile.
his dimples.
and even just his scent.
maybe i should run, im only 21
i don't even know who i want to become
"i feel like i don't have my life together, whatsoever. all i do is paint, and substitute teach like a couple times a week..i'm not doing what i wish i was doing. i just feel like i'm back in high school again. trying to kill time by picking up a job so i could at least make money and be bored."
"honey, if you're not happy, then why don't you just go out and try to find a job in what you like doing." harry's words sounded muffled over the phone, but the message was still clear. you nibbled on your bottom lip deep in thought as you were looking at your last paystub.
"it's not that, h. i just don't want to be a burden for you-"
i've lost all control of my heartbeat now
got caught in a romance with him somehow
i still feel a shock through every bone
when i hear an 'i love you'
cause now i got someone to lose
breath.
god damn it say it back.
stop looking at him like a fucking guppy.
"i love you too." a soft voice emitted from the tip of your mouth, feeling a warm sensation course through your body. you hadn't even noticed that your eyes had watered until a tear escaped and made its way down your cheek. harry's face lit up, bringing you by wrapping his arms around your waist. the warmth of your bodies pressed up against each other made the room 10x hotter, wanting nothing more than to remove your jacket and toss it across the room. the second your lips touched, you felt a small shock. like electricity making its way through every little vein in your body. allowing yourself to melt into his embrace.
that was the first time he had ever uttered those words and dear god if those were the most holy words you had ever heard in your life.
"i love you so much." harry mumbled those words onto your lips, his breath fanning your face feeling your knees buckled slightly as he tightened his grip on you. "are you glad i didn't say it months into us getting together?"
"i would have done it the first day if you let me," you teased, a rumble of laughter coming from harry who threw his head back in laughter. you joined in on his teasing, knocking into his shoulder. even though this moment was everything you could have ever hoped for and more.
there was the tiniest little voice whispering to you that harry could leave you at any second, and absolutely destroy you.
the first one to ever like me back
i'm seconds away from a heart attack
how the hell did i fall in love this time?
and honestly, i can't believe i get to call you mine
i blinked and suddenly
today was valentine's day, or as you liked to call it; one long ass anniversary day. you guys had officially been dating for over 3 years now, the best three years of your life. nevertheless, you were still terrified to see how harry would react to the gift you had made him.
that was your whole thing.
you love giving gifts.
absolutely loved it.
but you also took gifts incredibly serious. you just want everything to be perfect.
"before we went to dinner, i wanted to give you your gift. if you're okay with that." he chuckled, knowing you had been begging to shower him in gifts since you had woken up. but he wouldn't let you. he wanted to wait until after you guys had dinner.
you practically jumped into the air, almost breaking your ankle from your shoes. he just smiled at your newfound energy, practically vibrating from excitement.
"can i give you mine first?"
"absolutely you can, lovey."
after he had finished the first word you spun on your heels and made a break towards the couch. you would pay money to see what his expression looked him, as you proceeded to toss the cushions to the floor making small signs of approval as you found exactly what you were looking for. a small book; a beautiful leather cover that you had engraved yourself. h's initials were at the bottom of the spine.
"what in the world did you hide in the couch-"
his words were cut off by you spinning around with a nervous smile, showing the book to him. you felt like a toddler whenever they hold up something to their parents, a cheesy grin on their features. harry took the book from your hands as tenderly as he could, his fingers running over the intricate detail on the cover.
"love... wow. this is- this is beautiful. where in the hell did you find this?"
"i-i made it. i started working on it a couple months ago... i know how you're always trying to find new things to read. and to find inspiration for your songs. so i wrote you a book."
"you wrote me a book?!" the flabbergasted look on his face made you giggle. you went around the other side of the book so you could show him, turning the cover over so he could see that you had written it by hand. you had practiced over and over to make sure you didn't mess up the ink on the paper, or to ensure that you didn't misspell anything. "honey... i... my gift is gonna look like- i donāt- this is amazing. this is the sweetest thing anybody has ever done for me. thank you so much, i love you so much"
"oh hush. and of course honey, itās no biggie... i love you most,"
"well... i- i don't even know how to follow that up." you giggled at what he said, pressing a soft kiss onto his cheek. his eyes were doe eyed as he stared at your face in complete adoration. you noticed a small movement from his hand, flickering down to a small box he had in his left hand. "honey... i love you so much. you have been one of the best constants in my life. i've never been this happy; ever. seeing your face every morning when i wake up just further proves my point. i know that you're the last person i ever want to miss. the last person i want to have to kiss. you have made me into a better person. you taught me patience, and learning how not to take things for granted... and i really can't imagine being able to see you walk down the isle with anyone other than me."
"harry..."
he took that as his cue to drop down on one knee, his eyes brimming with tears. a small sob left your lips, drawing your shaking hands up to your mouth. he propped the box open, your eyes falling on the prettiest and daintiest ring you had ever seen in your life.
this can't be real.
"will you please... make me the happiest person on this planet- no... in existence and do me the honor of spending the rest of your life with me?"
breath.
a second passed by.
"i-what- of course! yes. yes! a million times yes!" you struggled to choke out, throwing your arms around the brunette who just let out a small cry as he held you tightly against his chest. he struggled to get the ring on with both of your hands trembling, small laughs leaving both of your tear stained lips.
and at that moment... your mind was silent.
there was no little voice.
no anxiety.
no second thoughts.
you knew. you knew that this is exactly as it should be.
i had a valentine
a/n: ahhhh! i havenāt written about the loml in forever, so please lemme know if you have any feedback. my requests are also open! feel free to spam me. thank you lovelies š«¶š¼
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Who he really loves
Pairing: Harry Potter x Fem!Reader
Summary - Harry asks you about who he should be with.
Warnings: Very much fluff, very very little angst in between and as always my poor English :)
Word count - 1.7k
A/N: I've had this idea for a while so decided why not post it. So here it is. Hope you all enjoy <3
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The cold prickly grass was nipping at your arms and legs through your clothes as you laid down near the Black Lake, and warmth radiating from your side where Harry Potter laid. The light from the stars and moon was the only source of light. The dim lanterns of Hogwarts seemed like fairy lights.
It wasn't uncommon for you and your best friend Harry to sneak out of the castle at late nights, or in this case very early in the morning. At this time, it was 1.45 am. For the most part it would be a comfortable silence, you both star gazing, deep in thoughts, or small talks about random things.
You had always loved space and everything about stars because everything about them fascinated you. So while you two lay in the grass, you often looked at the constellations or wondered about moon and it never tired you.
"Um, Y/N?" Harry called breaking the silence. You hummed in response not taking your eyes off the night sky.
"I need your opinion on something. Something important." His voice wavered a little, so this had to be important if he was so nervous about it.
"Oh okay, go on," you said and waited for him to continue.
"So, um, well, I-I think I'm in- in love with two different people," he said not looking at you but the moon and placing his one arm behind his head like a pillow, "and I don't know who should I go after."
"Well," you paused not really knowing what to say as no one ever has asked you such type of question.
"Well, tell me about the first girl. What do you think of her, how you feel for her." You said quietly finally getting a head start.
"Well, I've know her since our first year but didn't really start talking to her until our last. She is really pretty and I do like her, and I want to protect her but I think these feelings that I have kind of shrunk, when I realized I liked the second one. I know I still I like her but not just as much as I used to," he finished slightly glancing towards you. You were thinking.
"If you don't like her as much as you used to do, why are you still hanging on?" you asked glancing at him as well.
The moonlight made your skin glow and your eyes got a nice twinkle to them, and that one glance made Harry's heart flutter.
"Because I think she is the only one I really have a chance with and can have a two-sided relationship." He turned his gaze back to the sky.
You thought even more. There were so many girls out there who would date him in a heartbeat. And okay, you included. Because even though you've tried to deny it, you had fallen for him. And you'd fallen hard. Very hard.
You were best friends for years and it just happened. Maybe because it was the way he looked, the way he smiled, the way he laughed, the way his hair would always be messy, you just couldn't help it.
But this isn't about you, it's about Harry.
"Okay, now tell me about the second one." You said slowly coming out if your thoughts.
His face turned pink, "I realized it only a couple of months ago, but I thought it was just a crush but I don't know when this crush became more. I'm friends with her, and the more I am with her I only fall for her more. But I don't know if she feels the same." He said his voice getting smaller and smaller.
"So you knew you liked-loved the first one, correct? But then you fell for the second one?" you glanced at him.
"Yeah." He said simply.
"Well, who do you think you should go for?" you ask looking back at the sky.
"Um, I think I should go for the first one, as I loved her first right? And I have more chances with her." He said with the same quiet voice. "But who do you think I should go after?" he asked his hands getting sweaty as he waited for your answer.
You thought for some more time and finally came to a conclusion.
"I think you should go for the... second girl." You said. Harry's heart bounced hearing you.
"Why do you think that?" he asked a little more quietly looking at you with pink face.
"Because you said you still loved the first one when you realized your feeling for second, right? So if you truly loved the first one, then why would you fall for second one?"
The only sounds that could be heard now were of the crickets, some owls, rustling of winds in the trees and water from the lake.
Harry laid there quietly, taking in every word you said. It all made sense now.
Why he would mostly be awkward with you, why he would mostly get nervous when you're around, why you were the only one who could make him smile even in his dark moments, why he would seek only your cuddles and sweet words whenever he would have a bad day.
Thoughts went through his head and then he realized. He was truly and unconditionally, deeply and undeniably, in love with you. He was in love with your smile, your laugh, your silly jokes, your personality. He was in love with everything about you.
He just thought he loved Ginny but it was you all along.
"Why did you asked me this, anyways?" you asked bringing him out of his thoughts.
"The first girl asked me out on a date and I wanted to know who I really wanted to be with before I said yes." He admitted. You felt something inside you by thinking of him being someone else.
"And have you made up your mind?" you asked looking at him.
He had a soft look in his eyes and even though the night was chilly on the December night, they still gave a warm look.
"Yeah, I'm going with girl two." He said casually.
"Really?" you asked with a teasing voice.
"Yeah, I'm gonna tell Ginny how I feel about her tomorrow." He said as he let out a deep breath.
Your heart sunk deep in your stomach when you heard him. Some tears came but you blinked them back. Was Ginny the girl he loved?
"You- your in l-love with G-Ginny?" you asked trying to sound as casual as possible.
"No, she was girl one. She asked me out earlier today and I'll tell her tomorrow what I feel about her." He replied.
You were somewhat relieved hearing this but still worried who this second girl might be. He can love whoever he wants and it couldn't be possibly you right? You didn't stood a chance. But maybe you could help him get with her if you knew who she was. Then he would be happy. And that was all you wanted. Even if it wasnāt with you.
"So who's the second?" you asked your heart beating faster than ever.
Harry softly smiled to himself and looked at you. The smile never left his face. His green eyes glistening behind his round glasses from moonlight and his messy hair all over his forehead, you couldn't help but stare with pink cheeks.
"You."
I just cried because I just made a batch of brownies and didnāt even think about the calories in them, I was just thinking how proud of myself I was because I didnāt burn or undercook them
Hello, Kent x Reader Anon here! I LOVED IT SO MUCH I WAS BARKING AND SCREAMING THE WHOLE TIME (Positive)!!!!!!!!! YES!!!!! THIS IS DELICIOUS!!!! And donāt worry about how long it takes, I get that writing is not only time consuming but that many outside factors slow down the process further. I loved everything you did in the story and I adore that everyone is just so mfing nosey.
And!!!!!!! Kent calling himself the farmerās lucky charm!!!! I actually was physically giddy and had to get up to walk to get the zoomies out! Thank you for taking my request, I appreciate you oh so very much! Have a lovely day!
- Kent x Reader Anon
Hi Kent anon, be warned that I am currently trying to send you my heart in the mail
dhjlsfhl all jokes aside, I'm SO glad you enjoyed it, and I'm really grateful that you requested in the first place. I had so much fun writing it once I settled on a general theme for it, and the lucky charm bit was totally out of nowhere from me. It just felt like the right direction to go with it. :) It's definitely canon that all of the townies in Pelican Town are busybodies. There's no way they aren't.
I'll be honest, I don't like writing overly dramatic things all that much, because I'm not all that fantastic at it, and generally I try to write things from more realistic perspectives and not romanticize unhealthy/codependent/obsessive dynamics. I'm happy relieved that you enjoyed the more casual route I went with his devotion, and so grateful for your patience. Obviously you're anon so I couldn't know if you'd seen it, but just knowing that you did and that you enjoyed it has made my whole month, I think. My face hurts from smiling so much and if I look at this ask any longer my face might cramp, so I'm gonna go. Thank you, Kent anon. Genuinely, thank you. I hope you have a wonderful day. <333
crona gorgon bc im rewatching soul eater
