dios-wryyy - Tumblr blog

dios-wryyy · 10 months

Text

YES. YES. YES.

Aot characters first time trying Haitian food. ☆

Likes, Reblogs, and comments are appreciated, hope you enjoy reading !!

"Wow, uh, that looks reallyyy good..." They mumbled their roaring angry stomach, overpowering their voice while hovering over your shoulder, their eyes glued to your clear plastic container on the counter filled with griot, diri, & plantains. Licking their pouty lips, they took a dramatic inhale of the savory ti malice sauce aroma, eyeing you up and down.

Rolling your eyes at them, you instantly realized what they were trying to imply "If you want some, just say that." You replied, patting down the island stool next to you, giggling at their way of asking you for food.

They wasted no time quickly sitting down, turning slightly to face you with a big smile. "Here," you placed a scorching small piece of griot, onions, and peppers into your hand, but you noticed they already had their mouth stretched from A to Z with their eyes closed, waiting for you to feed them.

"Seriously..?" You playfully shook your head.

"Mhm." They nodded. What a brat of course they wanted to be fed by hand like they were royalty or something, carefully popping the white onions and green peppers, along with the warm fried pork shoulder, into their mouth.

It was almost like it unlocked something in them; the meat was hard on the outside but tender on the inside. Biting into its juicy burst of flavors, they aggressively chewed, humming at how delicious it was.

You picked up the medium circular container of sauce, offering them to try some griot with it. "It's even better when you dip it in." You happily suggested, giving a light smile at how eager they were to try a piece of your culture.

As soon as they dipped it in, they nearly moaned at how flavorful and spicy it became on their taste buds, picking up a utensil grabbing a big spoonful of white rice, almost stabbing it in their mouth.

"Is that good? You must be really hungry.." You claimed, expressing a somewhat concerned look on your face, they ate sloppily like someone who hasn't seen food since the dinosaur ages.

Your fingers cautiously picked up the piping hot plate, giving them the whole thing; at least you knew for sure the food your papa made wasn't going to waste.

— Connie, Eren, Sasha.

If you enjoyed this work, check out my masterlist <3

This was supposed to be in honor of Haitian flag day 🇭🇹 but I'm like 2 days late, sorry pookies !! :(

@westcinny

thanks 4 reading ! ♡

#aot headcanons #eren headcanons #sapphire's works ˚ʚ★ɞ˚#eren x black reader fluff #connie x you #connie snk #aot x caribbean reader #sasha braus #sasha x reader

118 notes · View notes

dios-wryyy · 11 months

Text

Idk

That’s it. I’m gonna write a lemon demon inspired short story.

#random #lemon demon #writing #music #i #need #to eat #his #songs

0 notes

dios-wryyy · 1 year

Text

I need ideas for a fluff headcanon. Somebody help me. please🥹 it can be with a character from any fandom. I’ve been thinking abt writing for some obey me characters or JJBA characters (part 1 - 6). When i start getting into writing more things i might mostly write x black reader things cuz yes.🧍🏽‍♀

#obey me #aot fandom #jjba headcanons #kengen ashura #aot x you #obey me shall we date #poc writers #jjba x reader #help me #eren headcanons #jojo headcanons #golden wind #diamond is unbreakable #kishibe rohan #eren jaeger #mikasa aot

10 notes · View notes

dios-wryyy · 1 year

Text

This, cuz yes.

Eren tries to do your hair.

My boy is in distress😭. He’s so lost as to which product he should use in your hair first. Should I use blue magic or aunt Jackie’s? He doesn’t know which one is the moisturizer unless you tell him.

He wants to know why you have so many products for one place on your body. Wait till he sees the stash of sugar scrubs and perfume that you have hidden from mankind.

“Wait so the detangling brush is this one and the rat tail one is to part your hair with?”

He’s so curious about your curl pattern, secretly wishing he had some of your hair. He cherishes your 4a-4c hair, buying you any hair product you might need.

He’s all for the bouncy coils, loves to twirl them within his fingertips.

Loves to see a wash and go on you. Especially if you have color in your hair 😫.

Oh he doesn’t mind the lace frontals, but he freaks out when you wear your natural hair.

When you aren’t around, he watches how to take care of your type hair, he’s totally obsessed with it.

An entire Pinterest board with tips of how to take care of hair.

Overall, Eren probably loves your hair more than you do😭.

#eren headcanons #eren x reader #aot headcanons #eren x black reader #eren yeager #eren aot #eren x you #ilovethissm

443 notes · View notes

dios-wryyy · 1 year

Text

yes.

So Beautiful

Offering to put make up on the aot boys

warnings: none just pure fluff

reader is implied to be black

••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

HC about the boys letting you put make up on them

Reiner 100%. You’d suggest it to him in a throwaway comment while getting ready for a dinner date. And while you had thought he had forgotten, he’d spend his next week researching and buying the perfect shades for himself. Eventually, when he was ready and prepared, he’d come to you while you were relaxing in bed and ask you to help him pick which eyeshadow would look best.

Eren would be a little terrified to ask because he is scared of what you will think of him. But as soon as you start applying the makeup, he gets so excited. He would keep turning his head to look you in the eye when he wanted to ask you a question, causing you to have to hold his head still. You would go light with the makeup, afraid too much might scare him away from being more open to his femininity, but you’d be met with surprise when he’d ask for lashes and more lip gloss.

He refuses to let you go anywhere near his hair though unless you put it in one of your bonnets.

Connie’s would be like, “Just eyeliner babe.” and suddenly, after you finished applying, you'd hear him mumble, “Can I have that shiny stuff you put on your nose and cheeks and stuff?”

“You mean highlighter?” You’d question back, a little smile on your face as you did. He’d just nod in response. Within a week, he’d be addicted to body glitter and eyeliner.

Armin would be laying on your lap reading when he’d suddenly look away from his book and say, “Hey, what do you think of guys wearing makeup.”

“I think it’s hot. Why? Do you want me to do your makeup?” A small blush appeared on his cheeks as he nodded yes. And ever since that fateful day, you and Armin would spend your Saturday afternoons trying out new makeup looks and switching lip gloss. Armin likes doing colorful eyeliner the most.

578 notes · View notes

dios-wryyy · 2 years

Photo

Blacktober edit!

15 notes · View notes

dios-wryyy · 2 years

Photo

Blacktober edit!

#blacktober #diu #jojo pt 4 #reimi sugimoto #black edit #digital art #diamond is unbreakable #jjba

15 notes · View notes

dios-wryyy · 2 years

Text

THEY THINK SOMEONE’S HITTING ON YOU

eren, porco, connie, jean (help i’m always writing for the same characters (blame it on the writing slump :/))

cw: suggestive for porco and connie

wrote this impulsively a few days ago when school wasn’t crazy yet, i promise <3 [NOT PROOFREAD]

— eren

• the chillest, really doesn’t make a big deal out of it IM KIDDING

• he won’t start a fight because you taught him better than that, but he will kindly tell that person to fuck off

• you can try to tell him that they weren’t hitting on you, but he’ll never be fully convinced. he trusts you 100%, but the others? no way.

• also, it’s not that he sees you as his dog or anything… but if he could buy you a necklace with his name on it he would (he did)

• you better give him attention for the rest of the day because it put him in the worst mood ever

“and did you see how dirty is shoes were? fucking disgusting guy,” he grumbles when he enters his car. it’s been twenty minutes already, and he’s still not done enumerating every single thing that was wrong with the guy who ‘hit on you’ at the coffee shop. “and who the fuck just walks around with a laptop in their arms? just put it in your bag already, what are you trying to prove?!”. sat on the passenger seat, you stifle a laugh as you bring a hand to his cheek. “yeah, he was the worst,” you concede, brushing your finger against his skin. he seems to be a little relieved already; he won’t ever admit that he was worried you might prefer that guy to him, but you know him too well not to have guessed it. “but you’re the only one i’m coming home with at the end of the day, aren’t you?” you tell him, and watch a proud smile growing on his lips at he starts the car, before putting his hand on your thigh. “damn right i am babe,” he replies, lacing his fingers with yours as soon as you rest your hand over his.

— connie

• that damn cashier at the supermarket

• connie starts to regret volunteering to go get the fruits you forgot to put in the cart

• because that cashier seems a little bit too friendly while you wait for him at the checkout

• he’s not that jealous tbh, he just loves the look on people’s face when they realize you’re dating him

• so when he comes back to the checkout, he’s holding a bag of apples in his left hand, and a box of condoms in his right :/ and he slams it down in front of the cashier like it’s some sort of prize he’s just won

• yes, he thinks it’s peak comedy

“connie what the fuck”, you whisper loudly, eyes wide. “what?” he asks very innocently as he pulls his credit card out, “you don’t like these ones?”. you almost choke on air, and the cashier’s face makes the situation ten times funnier. “please stop talking”, you try to sigh but your voice is shaky from your suppressed giggle. obviously connie notices how badly you’re trying to hold back a laugh, so he considers his mission a success. “condoms? really?” you ask when you finally leave the supermarket, feeling his hand claim its rightful place on your lower back. “yeah. i like the symbolism of it,” he replies, proudly looking at the box which he chose to keep in his hand, visibly immune to any kind of embarrassment, “it lets people know that we-” “yeah thanks i think i know what it means” you interrupt him, snatching the box from his hands to put it in the grocery bag. “you know, you look cute when you’re embarrassed,” he then pinches your cheeks to make you look at him, and when you do, he surprises you once again, with a quick kiss on your lips. “yup, adorable,” he smiles giddily, before going back for another one right away.

— porco

• okay so i feel like porco would have a tendency to think that every single guy talking to you is trying to flirt (he says it’s because you’re too hot)

• so you probably had to lecture him a few times, and now he forces himself to be chill about it unless you specifically ask him to step in

• you were at a party and a random guy had just come up to you, but porco remembered what you had told him about intervening when it wasn’t necessary. so he just stared at you from a corner of the room while trying to make a decision, looking like a grounded child

• trust me he’s really fighting the urge to just walk up to you and stick his tongue down your throat

• but oh my god as soon as you put an end to your conversation with that guy and come to see him… HE WONT LET YOU GO.

“i thought you would intervene,” you remark when you finally meet porco at the other side of the room. your words don’t really surprise him, even he is impressed by his own self-control. “is he watching over here?” he asks, already pulling you closer. you shoot a glance over his shoulder, and answer with a nod. “good,” he replies with a smirk before pressing his mouth over yours, with a passion that’s usually reserved to more private settings, not to mention his hands that shamelessly find their way to your butt. “porco we’re in public,” you giggle between two kisses, and you can feel his smile grow bigger against your lips. “that’s the whole point,” he answers, giving a quick look around as his arms tightens around your hips, “let them see i’m the luckiest guy in the whole room.”

— jean

• people wouldn’t really try to hit on you that often because it’s so obvious that you’re dating him

• he wouldn’t really be mad about something like that, if anything he’d be concerned about that person making you uncomfortable

• yet he wouldn’t want to make a scandal and make you even more uncomfy so he’d be kinda passive-agressive? like he’d offer to shake their hand and that handshake would be absolutely bone-crushing

• but it comes from a place of protectiveness more than anger

“are you okay?” he inquires as soon as you’re left alone with him, “they were hitting on you, right?”. you smile at the thought that maybe he shouldn’t have crushed their hand the way he had without being 100% sure that they were, in fact, hitting on you. “i’m good. they stopped being insisting after i told them i was here with my husband”. a blank look on his face, he stays silent for a few seconds, still processing your words. “wait. you meant me? i’m the husband?”. your hand find its way to his as you reply with a chuckle: “that was the idea, yeah”. his blank look fades away so quickly you don’t even see it happen. “i like the sound of that,” he smirks, his nose practically touching yours now that he’s turned around to put both hands on your waist, “just give me a few months and you won’t have to lie anymore, ok?”. you slightly crane your head forward to leave a kiss on his lips: “good, i can’t wait.” and based on the look of pure bliss on his face, you figure that he can’t wait either.

reblogs and feedback are always appreciated <3

TAGLIST: @hosekiv @jeansmainbby @b3ast1706 @zeke-ism @utahimeskitten @denjidevil @idkkirstein @im-a-killer-queen

#connie fluff #porco x reader #eren x reader #porco fluff #connie springer x reader #porco galliard x reader #jean x reader

3K notes · View notes

dios-wryyy · 2 years

Text

Bruuh this was so good

Love at First... Bite?

This is the sixth part of my “when he knew he loved you” series.

Warnings: Cursing, food mention

Pairing: Beelzebub x GN!MC

Words: 2069 (nice)

7:13pm, at the House of Lamentation

It’s nearing dinnertime. Not that that truly matters, because Beel is always hungry. However, it is now almost time for an actual sit-down-as-a-family meal. And you’re on cooking duty.

He loves when it’s your day to cook. You let him sit in the kitchen with you while you work. And occasionally give him things to do to help. Even though he’s something of a liability when it comes to preparing food.

You’ve assured him that you don’t mind if he snacks on this or that while you’re cooking. It’s no big deal, everyone snacks while they cook, right?

Tonight, you’re making your favorite soup. It’s quite simple, but hearty and full of flavor. You’ve got the meat cooked and the broth is simmering on the stovetop. What you need to do now is chop the vegetables.

You turn to grab a cutting board and when you turn back around, you see Beelzebub about to take a piece of beef out of the pan.

Caught in the act, he freezes, eyes on you. Then he retracts his hand. “I’m sorry, MC.”

“Sorry for what?” you smile as you take a piece for yourself. Once you pop it into your mouth, you push the skillet toward him. “Help yourself. Just be sure to leave some for the stew, ‘kay?”

His eyebrows knit together at your words. Is this a trap?

“It’s good, I promise,” you say, pushing it even closer to him.

Finally, he takes a sliver of meat and when he drops it into his mouth, he’s amazed. It’s delicious. Easily one of the best things he’s ever tasted. How the fuck is it always so good when you cook?

“Well?” you ask, one brow cocked as you dust your hands off on a kitchen towel.

“It is good,” he confirms before taking another, smaller piece this time.

You haven’t told him this and you never intend to, because maybe it’s weird. Or it might make him feel bad. But, you always buy twice what you need when you have cooking duty.

Just so he can sit with you and snack while you cook.

You smile at him as you go to start peeling the potatoes. Once you’re through, you take to chopping them. You hand him a hunk of raw potato. And when he gives you a look, you eat a piece yourself.

“You like to eat raw potatoes?” he asks, concerned.

“I mean, it’s better with salt, but sure. It’s not like it’s a turnip,” you say, face twisting into disgust.

He chuckles at your logic and eats the vegetable. This process continues for the carrots and onions and celery. And finally, everything is in the pot.

“Well,” you start with a sigh, “now to sit and stare till it’s done.”

Beel nods, then reaches for another piece of carrot, only to come up empty. You notice the disappointment on his face. Luckily, you’re fucking prepared.

“Or… we can make dessert? I have a cake mix and some whipped cream and strawberries?”

“Sure.” he nods in reply. When you’re about to get things together for the cake, Satan enters.

“You let Beel in the kitchen while you’re cooking?” he asks.

You turn to give him a glare that Beelzebub can’t see, “yes of course. He’s a good helper.”

Beel smiles behind you. Come to think of though, he’s done nothing but eat the things you’ve prepared the entire time.

“Er, what are we having?” Satan asks.

“Beef stew. And... cake!” you say, waving the cake mix at him.

“That sounds nice. I’ll get out of your way. I just came down to get something,” he says, suspiciously taking a small saucer and a spoon from the cupboards.

“Uh, what’re you doing with that?” Beel asks.

“Uh…” Satan pokes his head out of the room, looking in both directions, before pulling out a small tin from his coat.

“Another cat?” you ask, instantly recognizing the can.

He puts a finger to his lips and nods. “Don’t tell Lucifer,” he says, before sneaking out of the kitchen back up to his room.

Once his older brother is gone, Beel sighs, “MC. You know, if I get on your nerves, I can go to my room.”

“Huh?”

He sighs, “I mean, I’m not stupid. I know it’s aggravating having to deal with me.”

“That’s not true!” you argue. But from the look on his face, you can tell he’s not convinced. “Beel, I don’t know if you noticed, but I literally ate twice as many potatoes as you.”

“But—”

“I like cooking with you, okay?” you pause for a moment to look into his eyes. “And as far as your sin. I just… I can’t imagine how it must feel. Like… all the time? I’m never gonna get mad at you for needing to eat. That’s ridiculous.”

Beelzebub merely fiddles with his necklace.

“Also,” you continue, “I was thinking that maybe we could get a mini fridge to put in your room. That way you wouldn’t have to come down here in the middle of the night when you feel snacky.” You look up at him and he’s still playing with his pendant.

“I mean, it probably doesn’t bother you, but it’s so fucking dark and creepy around here at night. I swear sometimes I feel like something is following me.” You shudder at the thought of anything that could be lurking around in the shadows.

“Following you?” he asks. Of course he latches on to that part.

“Yeah,” you answer, before starting to cut the tops off the strawberries. “I’m probably just paranoid, but I do not like being in the halls at night.”

“Oh. So that’s why you practically run to your room after dinner,” he says as you hand him a berry.

“You guys have noticed that?” you ask, embarrassed.

“Yeah.”

“Oh. Uh,” you don’t know what to say, so you just continue what you’re doing. And each time you cut the top off a berry, he holds out his hand to take it.

You’ve never heard of someone eating strawberry tops, but… you don’t make a thing of it.

“Hm, a mini fridge. That sounds like a good idea. I’ll have to ask Lucifer.”

“Yeah! Like, it would save you some time not having to come downstairs. And you could keep your custard away from the likes of Mammon and myself.” you say with a small smile.

“I’m still sorry about that,” he says with a grimace.

“We stole from you. You had every right to get angry,” you gesture with your knife. “Besides, I had fun staying with you while my room was getting fixed.”

“Mmph, yeah. And then you almost got killed for the third time.” Whenever he remembers the way you stepped between him and Lucifer that night, it makes him feel sick.

“Eh, worth it.”

He gives you a stern look, “worth it? How can you say that?”

“Compared to being killed by a nerd over a quiz. Or over a container of custard. Yeah… saving a friend is a pretty good reason to die,” you say.

After that, the two of you fall silent. Nothing but the sound of the knife as it hits the board. Then the mixer whirring as you combine several things in a bowl.

“MC, you’re a really good person,” Beel says suddenly. But you can’t hear him.

You shut off the mixer momentarily so he can repeat himself, “huh?”

“Nothing,” he says, taking a couple of pieces of strawberry off the cutting board. You give a smile and a thumbs up and continue your mixing.

As he watches you from his stool, his mind starts to wander. How much kindness can fit into one human? Is there a limit to it? Are all humans like you? And you’d really get along well with Belphie. He’s the only one who never gets aggravated at him for his sin.

Before he knows it, you’re popping the cake pan into the oven. The oven door startles him as you close it with a clang.

“Okay… thirty minutes,” you say, setting a kitchen timer.

“Oi, MC, is dinner ready yet?!” you hear Mammon yell from the staircase.

“Yes dear! I’ll bring it right out,” you say sarcastically, at a regular volume. But you know he’s heard you from the grumbling that follows.

“I was just wonderin’ is all,” he pouts as he steps into the room.

You laugh softly and pat his arm, “I was joking. Yeah, it’s about done.”

Beel can hear his brothers starting to trickle into the dining room, as if on cue. He looks up at the clock and sure enough, it’s 8 o’clock on the dot.

“Mams, would you put this on the table please?” you ask, handing the second-born a basket of rolls. Beel has no idea where you’ve produced them from.

“Uh, sure.” Mammon gives the two of you a look, then takes the bread to the dining room.

“Oh! Please don’t let me forget the cake. It won’t have time to cool completely… but that’s fine, right?” you ask, shoving the strawberries into the fridge.

“‘s fine with me.”

You nod to yourself, taking the lid off the pot. The smell of the stew fills the room.

“Smells nice,” Beel says. You smile as you stir it. Then you stick your head out the door to see all your demon housemates sitting at the table.

“Hey, you guys know I don’t deliver. Come get your food!” you shout, startling them all.

Beel laughs. And then comes the grumbling from outside, followed by chairs scooting back. You hand Beel the ladle and a bowl from the stack you’d just pulled down out of the cupboard. “Here ya go. Helpers go first.”

He beams before standing and coming to the stove. He fills his bowl to the brim, then heads for his seat at the table. You follow suit, squeezing past Levi on your way out the door.

Once everyone has finished their dessert, you stand to clear the table. You do so extremely quickly, grabbing the bowls from in front of everyone and dashing to the kitchen.

“Huh, excellent table service even if they don’t deliver,” Asmo jokes as you exit.

Once you’ve rinsed all the dishes and put leftovers away, you start to head for your room. Beel, however, surprises you. He’s waiting for you at the kitchen door.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I just put it all up. Did you want some more?” you ask, already opening the fridge. Beelzebub gently presses it closed.

“No. I came to walk you to your room.” he answers.

Your eyes widen, “oh. Thanks.”

The walk is a short one, of course. But Beel being by your side makes you feel much safer. When you reach your door, you turn to give him a hug, “thank you Beel,” you say against his chest.

“Um, you’re welcome.” he says, taken aback.

“Wait just a sec,” you say once you let him go. Then you dash into your room for a second before returning.

You press something into Beel’s palm, “thanks again. Goodnight.”

Once you close the door, the Avatar of Gluttony looks down to find a candy bar in his hand. He smiles and walks upstairs to his room. And once he lays down, he sets your gift on the night table and looks to the other side of the room.

Belphegor’s side.

He’s still not used to seeing the blankets flat, with no Belphie-sized lump under them.

“Belphie, I can’t wait for you to meet them,” he says aloud. Even though his twin is in another realm. It makes him seem closer. Makes their room feel less empty.

He imagines the three of you hanging out together and it brings a smile to his face. Then, he rolls over and looks at the candy you’d just given him. He can still feel your arms around him, face pressed against his chest. He blushes slightly. Then, hunger temporarily satiated, he falls asleep.

(A few hours later, when he wakes up hungry and heads to the kitchen as usual, he finds a bowl in the fridge labeled “BEEL.” He doesn’t remember putting this here. When he removes the foil, he finds the remainder of the soup you’d made for dinner. Oh… Fuck, Belphie, he really needs to talk to you about something.)

–

Thank you for reading! Please reblog!

If you enjoyed this fic, please consider buying me a coffee!

<3 Aerie

#obey me #obey me beel fluff #obey me beelzebub #shall we date beelzebub

1K notes · View notes

dios-wryyy · 3 years

Text

ahh..nice..

Soft Atsumu comfort

Request: I would like soft atsumu please, I'm having an unimaginably terrible time rn

A/n: Requests aren't open right now, (so don't request anything!! anon don't worry, you're perfectly good, I did this on my own volition) but we all need some soft Atsumu sometimes- especially this anon and I'm more than happy to deliver.

Warnings: Mentions of sadness, anxiety, shitty moods in general. Use of names darlin', angel, and baby. Post is tagged appropriately.

→ Atsumu can be surprisingly soft when you're upset. He changes from his generally cocky personality to a much sweeter, less teasing one.

→ Uses soft soft names for you, even more so than he usually would. "C'mere darlin' lemme make ya feel better." + "Ya okay baby? No? Lemme hold ya then, I promise I'll make all yer worries disappear."

→ Will bring you anything you need, but really wants to have you in his arms. He feels the most useful when he can hold you close. If you wants lots of kisses BE PREPARED FOR LOTS OF KISSES, he'll kiss your entire face over and over again.

→ But also soft kisses where he cups your face and tells you that it's all gonna be okay. Because it is.

→ If you're touch repulsed, no mind!! He'll still comfort you incredibly well, offering little jokes and maybe your favorite snack(s). Will smile lots at you, cause he knows you like it.

→ Will put on your favorite movie/tv show, make a fort, honestly just vibe with you as long as you need. Seriously, he'll take as much time as you need/want.

→ (Has totally definitely not memorized all of your favorite things haha nooo he'd never!! Yes he has.)

→ Definitely the type to cancel whatever's happening and insist he stays with you- he wants to be with his baby

→ Learned anxiety calming techniques just for you so he could help you with anxiety. He made the 5-4-3-2-1 technique sort of a little game with the two of you, it's really cute.

→ He really likes comforting you actually, it makes him feel like a good partner. He just really wants to be useful to you. (BABY OMG→ PLS HE'S SO SOFT FOR YOU OMFG HE'LL GET THAT LIL DOPEY LOOK ONCE YOU FINALLY START FEELING BETTER UGH YOU'RE JUST HIS BABY AND HE LOVES YOU SO MUCH.

→ Atsumu comfort is god-tier and he just loves you a lot, y'know?

"What's up, angel? Yer lookin down today." You open your mouth to tell him it's nothing, but words just don't make it out. "Oh baby, c'mere. Lemme hold you?"

He pulls you into his arms once you nod, burying your face in his chest. "Ya don't have to say a thing, I've got you. Talk when yer ready or not at all, kay?" He smiles when you nod. "I love ya, my pretty angel. Always."

(It's true. He loves you for the rest of your life, and he thinks he's the luckiest man in the world because you love him back.)

Please reblog if you enjoyed.

403 notes · View notes