Ooo could you write something with Mena where someone catches you two in a heated makeout session! :)

PAIRING: Mena x Reader / LENGTH: 1K / DISCLAIMER: Gif is not mine! / NOTE: it’s about time i wrote something steamy so thank you anon! hope you like it. / WARNINGS: cursing. a bit very steamy. sexual topics are brought up/implied but no smut! 

A week, a whole fucking week since you’d seen each other. Even though you were both part of the same movie, filming on set as two characters that barely interacted meant long hours without each other. Early and late call times were normal for actors but relationships always had to be put on hold because of them. So the moment Mena saw you walking back into your trailer on set, he jumped at the opportunity, running to the trailer door, knocking eagerly. 

Cringing at the sound, you assume it’s one of the set directors telling you to come back to reshoot the scene you just wrapped. Frustrated you swing open the door, only for your frustration to disappear into thin air. “Mena–” “Tell me you don’t have to be anywhere anytime soon.” He looks hopeful as you step aside, letting him into your trailer, closing the door behind him. “Hopefully I won’t be needed for another hour or so. But I can’t be sure.” You sigh, the strain of long set days getting the better of you. 

Mena’s hands pull you towards him, wrapping his arms around your waist. “An hour or so is all we need.” He whispers lowly, causing you to smile up at him, arms wrapping around his shoulders. “I missed you.” You mumble as you take in his features down to every detail, afraid you’ll be ripped away from your boyfriend in a matter of minutes. His lips, his nose, the arch of his eyebrows and the way his brown eyes reflected the dim light that came through the trailer’s windows. He senses your ache, feeling the same and cups your cheek. “I missed you too.” 

Eyes locking, nothing else needs to be said, your lips gravitating towards each other, slowly, hesitantly at first– it had been so long that it almost felt foreign to be selfish in this way. But the soft, chaste press of his lips against your own causes you to gasp. Goosebumps spread like wildfire against your skin, your lips naturally melding into his own as he catches your lower lip between his own. You’re brought into him, back arching, tilting your head to the side, deepening the kiss with more want and need than you had felt before. And apparently, he felt the same, hands now possessively grabbing a hold of your hips as he reciprocates the kiss, pushing you back until you feel the back of your knees touch the trailer’s built in couch. 

Moving with you, he guides you to sit down with his steady hands, lips never leaving yours. Lips moving in perfect sync, Mena sucks gently on your lower lip, tugging it forward and coaxing you closer, your hands coming up to run through his hair, tugging at the curly strands, silently asking for more. And more is what you receive. Breathing heavy through his nose, his tongue glides slow against you lip, asking for entrance and your lips fall apart without thinking twice, allowing him to dive deeper, both of you now giving each other heated open mouthed kisses. Your breathing picks up pace, feeling your chest rise and fall against his own as his hands run affectionately up and down your sides. The deeper the kiss gets the more you both desire.

“Y/N, I– shit.” Mena curses against your lips, letting his need for you take over, pushing you back to lay down onto the couch, slotting himself in between your legs as his lips find their way to your neck, sucking lightly at the spot. Mena was smart enough not to leave a mark but god did he want to do exactly that. “Mena– we can’t. We could get in trouble.” You say although everything in you wants him to continue. “We’re only in trouble if we get caught.” He chuckles briefly. “It’s okay. All I need is this.” His breath his ragged, his hands now inching further up your torso, fingers skirting under the hem of your shirt. His lips trail up your neck, across your cheek before pressing an innocent kiss on the tip of your nose. The act causes you to smile, looking down at him with all the love in the world. 

“Then shut up and kiss me, troublemaker.” You whisper, amused, your hands resting against his cheeks. A wide grin runs across his face before he eagerly leans back down, lips pushing and pulling against your own, your tongues moving in a steady tandem with each other, a subtle fight for dominance as your hands grip hard onto his shirt, tugging at the fabric before they slide down his toned back. You both let out a soft moan as he presses his body against your own in reaction, enjoying the way your hands explore his body. Everything felt alight in you as you made out, everything heightened, adrenaline running through you before–.

A loud knock booms from the door, a short warning before the door swings open. “Y/N, we need you on set in 5– Oh my god.” Your manager froze at the scene. You both pull away and turn your heads to the doorway, you can feel your entire face flush from embarrassment. Your manager blinks several times before turning to look away, covering their eyes. “I’ll give you 10 minutes, Y/N. Next time, please, please, lock the door.” You can see the amused smile on your managers face before shutting the door behind them. 

Both of you sigh, hearts racing. “We got caught.” You say, looking back up at Mena before flicking his forehead. He laughs, staring down at you, unmoving from his position. “We did but good news is, we have 10 minutes.” He says as he leans down, nosing the side of your face affectionately. “5 minutes, I’m not about to let someone else come here to remind us again.” You fight back with a smile. “Okay, deal.” Mena grins. “Now where were we.” He sing-songs, returning his lips back to your own. Oh how he would be the death of you one day. 

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Final Exam PromptThe Imaginary Exhibition In 3-5 double-spaced pages (1” margin

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Final Exam PromptThe Imaginary Exhibition In 3-5 double-spaced pages (1” margin

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Final Exam PromptThe Imaginary Exhibition In 3-5 double-spaced pages (1” margin

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Final Exam PromptThe Imaginary Exhibition In 3-5 double-spaced pages (1” margin

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Final Exam PromptThe Imaginary Exhibition In 3-5 double-spaced pages (1” margin

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Mena x actress! Reader where she’s his celebrity crush

PAIRING: Mena x Reader (as an Actor/Actress)LOCATION: Aladdin PremiereDISCLAIMER: Gif is mine!

Mena couldn’t have been more starstruck and scared in his entire life– okay that was an exaggeration but god did he feel like it. Quickly grabbing onto Naomi’s arm, he leans over to her and whispers. “Is that seriously Y/N?” Naomi laughs and rolls her eyes. “You look like a deer in headlights but yeah, I invited them.” – “You what!?” 

You and Naomi had known each other since you were younger, having filmed some disney shorts and advertisements together, always running into each other at auditions for similar roles and generally catching up when you could. You had lost contact over the past few years due to your busy schedules. Just a year earlier you had grabbed one of the biggest roles in an award winning blockbuster, some would say it was your break through role. But Naomi had recently contacted you in celebration of Aladdin’s release, always saying to each other growing up that you’d invite each other to each other’s premieres if the day ever came. And now, here you were, just a few feet away from them. 

“Do you want to meet them?” Naomi asks, amused by the fear painted on Mena’s face. “Or are you too scared to greet them?” She teased. “I– No– I mean. Well. You know how much I’ve talked about Y/N in interviews, literally almost all of them, it’s too embarrassing.” He stutters on his words, shaking his head. Realisation washes over Naomi’s face and she laughs. “Oh right! That’s your celebrity crush! Wow, you’ve definitely dug yourself a hole but you have to meet them!” She said excitedly. “Naomi, No–Don’t be so loud.” He whispers, placing a hand over her mouth. But it’s too late, Naomi calls Y/N and waves you down. You’re distracted from the Teen Vogue carpet interview your were currently doing but politely wave back before being motioned by your guard to walk over to take some press photos. 

“Y/N! I can’t believe you made it!” Naomi beamed, wrapping her arms around your shoulders for a tight embrace. You smile and shake your head, hugging her back. “Of course I made it. I wouldn’t miss this for the world. We always talked about how amazing it would be to play a disney princess growing up and now here you are! It’s literally a dream come true.” You grab a hold of her hands and squeeze them tightly before your eyes glance from her to the handsome man behind her. 

Meanwhile, Mena is having a full blown heart attack as he stands behind Naomi. You look stunning in your outfit and god your smile. With shock settling into his system, rapid flashbacks run across his mind back to all the interviews where he spoke about his crush on you. Rubbing his hands together he has no idea what to do, what does he even say? Sorry for crushing on you to the entire world? I genuinely think you’re an amazing person, I didn’t mean to blast you like that? He internally groans and tells himself to keep his damn mouth shut about stuff like this in the future, if he could live past today’s embarrassment that is. His eyes widen as he notices you make your way over to him. 

“You’re Mena, right?” Your voice brings Mena back to the present and he nods, smiling his charming smile and extending his hand out to you. “Yes, it’s a pleasure to meet you, you look incredible.” He replies, surprised he didn’t fumble on his words, only to be quickly interrupted by Naomi. “Oh a real pleasure.” She teases. Mena gives her a warning look, a smile still on his face. “Please, ignore her.” Mena jokes, hoping for a god damn miracle that this doesn’t go south.

“Don’t worry. I know. Let’s just say we’re both fans of each other’s work.” You state as if it’s fact, a slightly amused look on your face but sweet nonetheless. You knew Naomi could go overboard with the teasing but it was amusing regardless. Mena freezes, his hand still intertwined with your own. “We are?” You laugh at his childlike reaction and bring his hand up closer to you. “Yes. In fact I find your, interest, to be cute. I’m Aladdin’s celebrity crush.” You grin and he can’t help but smile in return, chuckling under his breath, feeling the nerves building up in his chest.

“Y/N! Mena! Over here, smile for the camera!” The paparazzi yell from the sidelines of the carpet. You motion for Mena to follow you, still holding his hand in your own and pulling him over to pose for the photos. “Wait– Are you sure? We don’t have to.” He says, not wanting to intrude on your work. You can’t help but admire how gentlemanly he is. “I want to. I mean what I said. And who said I didn’t have a crush on you too?” You say quickly before Mena has time to react, wrapping an arm around his waist, facing the paparazzi for the round of photos. You feel Mena take a deep breath and lean into your side, hand pressed firmly on your side. You both pose and smile as the clicks of cameras echo around you two. 

Turning your head to the side, you lean in closer to Mena, taking in his features. He truly was even more handsome in person. How could a man like this have a crush on you? Regardless, you weren’t going to pass the opportunity. You lean in closer, seeing Mena glance down at you in confusion before you plant a gentle kiss on his cheek. A celebratory photo-op wouldn’t hurt anyone, right? You feel Mena tense at the touch before relaxing, smiling from ear to ear at the affection. You pull back only to be returned the gesture, surprised, you laugh as he leans down to press his lips onto your cheek. The kiss is warm, soft and oddly natural. The paparazzi went wild for the act and continued to yell for more poses but you knew it was time to go. 

“Congratulations on the movie.” You whisper in his ear. “I hope to see you again.” You pull back and smile, locking eyes with him and noticing how Mena’s eyes were only trained on you. “We will.” He says, hand squeezing your own, a new wave of confidence washing over him. You bow your head slightly before letting go of his hand, waving goodbye to him, then to the paparazzi, walking the rest of the carpet by yourself, the paparazzi perfectly capturing the adoring look on Mena’s face as you walk away. 

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a dose of love. ⏤ mena x female reader.

PAIRING: mena x female reader / LENGTH: 600 / NOTE: thank you to the person who submitted this! / DISCLAIMER: gif is mine! / WARNINGS: fluff plus worried boyfriend mena.

You struggle to keep your head up as you sit at your desk, a pile of tissues to your side, paper in hand. You had to get this work finished before your cold got any worse, you had to⏤ otherwise you’d be sick and anxious for the rest of the week. Leaning your head on the palm of your hand, your eyes fight to stay open. Lower and lower, you slide down your chair, getting into a more comfortable position. You swear, just to be comfortable, no plans on stopping your work just yet. But the world has other plans for you.

With a soft, painless thud, your head rests against your arm, pinning it onto the desk. The paper you previously gripped onto for dear life now laying on the desk, out of reach. Soft snores are all that could be heard from the office. “Alright, dinner is ready. Don’t tell me you’re–” Mena stops in his tracks as he sees you sleeping. “Of course.” He shakes his head and puts your work aside, clearing all the old tissues from the desk. “I guess dinner can wait.” He hums softly to himself, letting dinner go cold for all he cares as he sits you up, pulling the desk chair out and pulling you into his arms.

With a small huff he lifts you up, bridal style, as he takes you into your bedroom. In your dream like state, you curl up into his arms, head buried in the crook of his neck. The warmth brought a sense of clarity, washing away all the anxious, buzzing thoughts as you slip in and out of consciousness. Mena sets you down on the bed, pulling the sheets over you and making sure to tuck you in tight, any slight breeze could disturb you and he wanted nothing more than for you get your rest.

Mena crouches down next to the bed and pushes your hair out of your face. He can see your nose turning red from all the tissues you had to use and how your skin seems dryer, dull. He pouts to himself, brows creasing, worried. “If we could switch places I would.” He mumbles, not expecting you to respond. Opening one eye you pout in return. “No, I’m allowed to get sick, not you.” Mena laughs at your words, pinching your cheek affectionately. “But what if you get me sick?” He teases. You groan in response, unable to give an answer. “That’s what I thought.” Mena grins, leaning forward and pressing a soft kiss on your forehead.

Feeling the temperature your body is radiating against his lips, he quickly gets on his feet and gets to work. Water, medicine, a cold washcloth. He comes back in a moments notice and pulls a chair up to the bed, taking a seat next to you. He changes out the washcloth when it grows warm and forces you to stay hydrated and to take medicine. Though the love he was giving you was more than enough medicine for you, feeling instantly better under his care. With a big smile on your face, you grab a hold of his hand as he’s laying the cloth across your forehead. “I love you.” You mumble, slightly delusional.

Mena smiles, wholeheartedly, down at you, his hand intertwining with your own. “I love you too.” He says softly. A fond look washes over his face as he leans down and kisses your forehead once again. “Promise that when I’m better you’ll smother me with love and affection?” You ask with a small laugh. Mena laughs, scrunching up his nose. “Of course. I promise.”

You’re my Joy. ⏤ Jasmine x Female Reader

PAIRING: Jasmine x Handmaiden!Female Reader / LENGTH: 2.1k / DISCLAIMER: Gif is not mine! NOTE: i’m so happy you requested this! #HAPPYPRIDEMONTH / SUMMARY: aladdin AU where aladdin and jasmine meet all the same but have become really good friends who go on secret adventures together instead of becoming lovers, due to jasmine falling in love with her handmaiden. jasmine still desires to be sultan as the princess but makes ground on becoming one with each and every day. / WARNINGS: bi vibes all round! jealousy, a lil angst, comedy and fluff for the heart. also mild nudity. (sorry!)

The way her hair fell down her back, the stylish outfits she wore, her friendly aura and how soft her hands were against Jasmine’s neck whenever she took off her royal jewellery for the night. Jasmine always felt small sparks lighting against her skin and the smallest of touches. It was ridiculous, truly, Jasmine would have never imagined she would feel this way about one of her handmaidens but she did, deeply and unconditionally.

“How does that feel?” Y/N asks, making sure to store away the jewels back in their safe boxes before undoing the clasp tied in the back of Jasmine’s hair, letting it fall comfortably over her shoulders. “Perfect.” Jasmine smiles softly, grabbing onto Y/N’s hands, squeezing them lightly. “What would I do without you?” She asks, sighing softly. “You’d be getting into all sorts of trouble and we both know that. Even Dalia knows that.” Y/N laughs, turning to fetch some tea for the princess. “Dalia can be very brash in her responses, though, we’re used to it of course.” Jasmine teases, running a hand on top of Rajah’s head as he makes his way to Jasmine’s side, never too far. It has been a long day for all of them, several meetings with cities across the way, debates on poverty, the wellbeing of Agrabah with her father and Jafar’s antics. She was just so happy she could be alone with those closest to her at the end of the day.

“Dalia’s honesty will always be cherished.” Y/N chuckles, heating the tea to it’s proper temperature, remembering exactly how Jasmine likes it, different temperatures for morning and night. As much as Y/N was a handmaiden to Jasmine, taking care of all her needs and wishes, she was more than that. A great friend but to Jasmine, she wished for more.

“Princess? Handmaiden?” You both hear a familiar voice come from the Princess’s balcony, turning to look in the direction of the sound, giving each other a look of speculation as to who it could be. Rajah is the first to make his way over, sniffing the air, ears flicking before taking a seat in the middle of the balcony as a figure climbs over the railing. “Aladdin!” Jasmine yells, ready to scold the street rat for yet again breaking in to the palace. Aladdin falls over the other side of the railing in reaction, causing Y/N to laugh. “Jasmine, you don’t want the guards to hear right?” – “Yeah Jasmine, We’ve been through this almost several times now, it’s practically routine now.” Aladdin jumps up from his spot and gives some welcoming pats to Rajah, who purrs contently in return, tail swaying from side to side.

Jasmine rolls her eyes, crossing her arms. “So now you two are ganging up on me are you? My own handmaiden and the street rat?” Walking down the balcony steps she checks the surrounding area for any guards on watch, some had gotten word of thieves breaking into the palace but for Aladdin’s safety, she always denied the claims. “And how exactly is your handmaiden doing?” Aladdin asks, bowing in both of your directions. Y/N smiles as Aladdin takes her hand and gives it a light kiss, playful and endearing. Jasmine tries her hardest not to scowl at the act. “Just fine, without you.” Jasmine retorts, as if it’s matter of fact.

“Though, I don’t mind the occasional visits, right Jasmine? We can always use an extra friend or two around.” Y/N says, ruffling Aladdin’s hair in a teasing manner. Rajah grunts in response. “Of course you’re always first pick Rajah, you know that. Spoilt little thing.” Y/N goes over to rub his furry cheeks together. “Little? Has she lost her mind?” Aladdin jokes, taking a seat up on the balcony railing. Jasmine laughs softly under her breath, admiring the way Y/N interacts with Rajah. “No, just in a world of her own.” – “Oh, where’s Abu?” Y/N perks up, curious to find the smaller animal. Aladdin looks surprised and turns to look for him. “He was right behind me– Oh Abu!” He jumps off the balcony and towards Y/N, moving her dress to the side to see him hiding in the fabric. “What are you doing there?” Aladdin scolds Abu. Abu shrugs with his characteristic chirp before jumping up on Y/N’s shoulder.

“Well hello to you too Abu. You better have not stolen anything Abu, here I was thinking Aladdin was the cheeky one.” Y/N teased, bringing her finger up to scratch under Abu’s chin. Aladdin laughs and rubs the back of his neck, slightly flustered. “Well– I do take after Abu just a little bit. But this one likes to cause a whole lot more trouble.” He points an accusing finger at Abu. Jasmine watches from the small ottoman she sits on, Rajah now by her side once again. Y/N and Aladdin so deep in their own conversation she feels like a witness to it all, a strange sense of anger rising in her chest. Was this jealousy? How was it that they got along so well but she struggled just to say the right things around Y/N? She’d blame her upbringing and not being able to socialise like a normal citizen but– she had all the chances to learn. Nothing was scarier than facing her true emotions.

It hurt to see their chemistry grow each time they got to see each other, she couldn’t take another moment of it. Standing from her place, Rajah purrs curiously, concerned for his master as she walked back to her chambers. “Is there something you need, Princess Jasmine?” Y/N asks, worry written across her face. “No. You’ve done enough.” Jasmine tries to say with indifference but it comes out colder than expected. She flinches at her own tone but makes her way to the bath, leaving Y/N and Aladdin to their own devices. “Jasmine, wait–” Aladdin tries to talk to her but it’s too late. He exhales, disappointed he didn’t get the chance to talk to her more. “Do you think she’s okay?” He asks. “I think she’s just had a long day. I’m sorry Aladdin. Is there something you would like me to send on to her?” Y/N takes his hand, apologetic. “No, I’ll be back tomorrow night– By then I can tell her my plans for our next adventure.” His wide charming smile back like nothing ever happened. “Make sure Jasmine rests well and that you take good care of her okay? For all of us. For all of Agrabah.” Aladdin waves goodbye, slipping back over the balcony railing. “See you tomorrow, street rat.” Y/N teased, watching as the boy jumped down and over, Abu following close behind. “Let’s go Rajah, we have a Princess to care for.” Y/N says with a new sense of determination, Rajah following closely behind.

-

Jasmine never usually sets up the bath, hasn’t done so in years, but after minutes of figuring out what oils, essences and soaps to put in the bath, she was soon surrounded by comforting bubbles, the hot water soothing her jealous feelings. “Oh, Princess Jasmine?” Y/N sing-songs, Jasmine watching as her shadowed figure walked across the bath screen. “Yes handmaiden?” She responds, not using her name. “Do you need any assistance?” – “No, no. I am perfectly capable of taking a bath.” Jasmine hears Y/N giggle from behind the screen, even her figure through the layer of drapes was beautiful, graceful. “Well the smell of spearmint and thyme tell me otherwise princess, you know thyme is your morning routine and lavender is your night.” Y/N says as she walks into the bathroom without warning. Jasmine tenses and looks away, bashful. “I–I guess it slipped my mind.” Jasmine stutters, Y/N had seen Jasmine naked on several occasions due to hygiene and general health care but she never got used to Y/N’s eyes on her body.

Rolling her sleeves up, Y/N takes a seat next to the bathtub, bringing one of the bowls of lavender oil to the edge, pouring it into balance out the thyme. “Thyme can irritate the skin if it’s not poured and warmed correctly with the right carrier oil.” Y/N speaks, although it doesn’t sound like it’s directed right at Jasmine, just more of a fun fact, knowledge to be shared. “Irritation can be caused by other essences too such as spearmint, cinnamon, clove, oregano–” – “Y/N.” Jasmine interrupts, her eyes glued to the side of her handmaiden’s face. Y/N looks up at Jasmine, eyes curious, almost doe like. Jasmine’s heart catches in her throat. “What are your thoughts on Aladdin?” She may be considered petty for thinking such things but she needed to know. “Thoughts?” Y/N tilts her head, slightly confused by the query. “Do you find him– attractive? charming?” Jasmine runs her hands over the water’s surface, watching the bubbles swirl around.

Y/N laughs softly, sounding like a wind chime in a summer’s breeze to Jasmine. “Unlike Dalia, I don’t fawn over many men. I don’t fawn over many people to be truly honest with you. Aladdin is kind, has a good heart.” Jasmine purses her lips at the reply, scared. “But–.” Y/N’s hand slides down her forearm down to her hand, pulling it up above water and rubbing the palm of Jasmine’s hand with experienced technique. “He doesn’t bring the same sort of joy as someone else in my life does.” She states, simple as fact, her face calm and collected. Jasmine looks at her in shock, frowning slightly. “Who brings you that joy?” Jasmine asks, as if it’s the golden secret hiding beneath the cave of wonders. “You. Jasmine.” The name rolls off of Y/N’s lips so elegantly, so poised. “I guess I’m the luckiest handmaiden in all of the country to be able to be by your side, watching you be the strong woman that you are without a care for other’s perceptions of you.” She smiles up at Jasmine, laying her hand back down in the tub.

“Y/N– I–” Jasmine struggles to find the words. Y/N just shakes her head, grabbing a hold of Jasmine’s long thick hair, bringing it back over her shoulders as to not get wet. “Whatever it is you need from me, I will do without question. Please know that.” She goes to stand from her spot next to Jasmine only to be stopped by the grasp of Jasmine’s hand on her wrist. She was right, Jasmine was strong and powerful but she was also determined without shame. Having given her the confidence, Jasmine stands from the bath, hair cascading down her slender back, body now exposed to Y/N as she pulls her closer. Y/N only looks from her wrist up to Jasmine’s face, patiently waiting for her Princess’s words. “Would it be selfish of me, as a Princess, to ask her handmaiden to be accepting of her love?” Jasmine asks in a soft whisper, their faces now only inches away. Y/N’s eyes widen before they glimmer in the reflection of the night light coming through the chambers bathroom stained windows. “Only slightly selfish. But a Princess who is not selfish for her own quality of life is a Princess living in fear.” Y/N answers Jasmine’s question. “I do not wish to live in fear anymore, Y/N.” – “Neither do I.”

The warm touch of Y/N’s breath cascading across Jasmine’s lips as she leans closer is captivating, her eyes slowly closing, welcoming Jasmine into her space. With lips parted, Jasmine leans in and latches her lips onto Y/N’s with a silent hum of contentment. Jasmine can feel Y/N shiver against the touch, her hands coming to rest on her arms. Jasmine brings a hand up to Y/N’s cheek and slightly deepens the kiss, wanting to cherish it, every moment, every second. They stay like that, for a moment’s pass until Y/N pulls back, a flushed look on her face. Jasmine pulls her back, only to press their foreheads together, whispering. “I promise to give you as much joy as you deserve.” – “And I promise to remind you every day of how effortlessly your presence gives me joy.” They chuckle under short breaths. The remainder of the night they stay glued to each others sides, their hearts burning with love and cheeks hurting from smiling so much. Jasmine was ready to face the entire world for Y/N, nothing could stop her– not now, not ever.