#I want to give him a hug and a forehead kiss

[adiadagaki]

shy!megumi spends most of his time looking at you, thinking of how he will kiss you when the day is over, how you hug him so sweetly, listen to his little complaints about Gojo, Yuji and Nobara, but most of all how you let him drown his worries inbetween your legs. Not that he shows any of those feelings off in public, Yuji has questioned if you are actually dating before.

shy!megumi struggles to ask you for things verbally and so he has adopted little tells in order to nudge you into giving him what he wants, him nudging his head against your shoulder means he wants to cuddle, a nudge of his arm in public means he wants you to hold his hand, and so on.

shy!megumi isn’t into PDA but he is jealous and possessive despite of it. If someone, guy or girl, approaches you in any manner they are getting a glare that could put them in a box six feet deep. If the situation calls for it he has no problem asserting that fact through words.

shy!megumi who isn’t so quiet when you guys have sex, that’s when all the noise he holds in comes out.

“F-fuck baby, you are squeezing the life out of me.” His forehead fell against yours, his loud moans landing right against your lips as his hips slapped against yours in such a brutal rhythm.

Squeezing the sheets, you arched up into him, impossibly turned on by his lewd words and wickedly talented hips.

“More Megs. Please.”

shy!megumi uses you as an excuse to get out of any and every social event.

“Hey Megumi, me and Nobara are going to a house party you gotta come.”

“Sorry, I am cooking for my girlfriend tonight.”

“Megumi we are going to the movies.”

“Sorry, I am taking my girlfriend out on a date tonight.”

shy!megumi really is going to go home to you, but in reality he will slip into bed with you and listen to you talk about your day while you play with his hair.

shy!megumi is forever buying you presents and gifts for putting up with him. In your eyes there isn’t a thing wrong with him but no matter how hard you try and assure him it makes no difference.

shy!megumi who would do anything for you, you only had to ask.

[daniiiboo]

the right height- qh43

summary- Quinn loves giving you forehead kisses, here is five examples of that

trigger warnings- nothinn just pure fluff!!

dani's thoughts- i put the poll up and you guys wanted Quinn first so here we are !! I'm in love w this fic so enjoy <3 !! ALSO PLEASE REQUEST SOMETHING REQUESTS ARE OPEN !!

word count- 696

Quinn Hughes had a ritual, one that he didn't seem to be breaking anytime soon. It was simple, in fact. Wherever possible, he'd plant a kiss on your forehead, like he'd been doing it his whole life. At first, you suspected he hadn't even realized he was doing it. But eventually, you realized, Quinn knew exactly what he was doing, and he enjoyed it.

When He Leaves for Morning Skate You did not like waking up early, and Quinn knew it. While he was lacing up his shoes, getting ready to head out to the rink, you were still fast asleep in bed, slowly waking up.

"Are you sure you don't want to come with me?" he joked, standing by the bed, already dressed in his Canucks hoodie.

You groaned, your head in the pillow.

"Too early. I love you, but not quite enough to get out of this bed right now."

Quinn smiled, leaning down so that his face was inches from yours. "Fair enough," he whispered, then, he kissed you softly on the forehead.

You looked up at him, still struggling with your voice.

"You always do that."

"Yup," he grinned, squeezing your hip before standing fully up. "See you later, sleepyhead."

When You Complain About Being Short You were at the grocery store, trying to get a box of cereal from the top shelf, when Quinn appeared behind you and brought it down for you.

"You've got to be kidding me," you grumbled, placing your hands on your hips. "This is not fair."

Quinn chuckled.

"It's not my fault you're little."

You glared up at him.

"I am not tiny."

He simply hummed in amusement before leaning down and giving you a kiss on the forehead.

"Sure, whatever you say, short stack."

You rolled your eyes.

"Quinn!"

But he was already walking away, talking under his breath.

After a Tough Game You had waited for Quinn outside the locker room after a hard loss. He was exhausted, his hair still damp from a quick shower following the game, his face set in anger. Without saying a word, you spread your arms, and he hugged you instinctively, his face buried in your shoulder.

"You played great," you whispered, rubbing his back.

He let out a slow sigh, finally pulling back to look at you. His fingers brushed over your cheek before he dipped his head and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead.

You smiled.

"Feel better?"

"A little," he admitted, resting his forehead against yours for a moment before sighing. "Mostly just glad you’re here."

When You’re Trying to Stay Mad at Him Quinn had eaten the last of your favorite snack, and while it wasn't the end of the world, you were dramatically pouting on the couch about it.

"I'll get you more," he said, sitting down next to you.

"You always say that," you sighed, crossing your arms.

Quinn simply smiled, leaning in closer.

"You're really upset with me, huh?"

"Yes."

He leaned in further, tilting your chin up a bit before delivering a kiss to your forehead.

You gasped roughly.

"That's cheating."

"Nah," he grinned. "Just strategy."

You complained.

"I hate you."

"You love me," he said, planting an extra kiss on your forehead for good measure.

And, well… he wasn't wrong.

When He Says "I Love You" You both were on the couch and it was evening, you resting on your head on Quinn's shoulder and you were watching a film. You felt like you were drifting off to sleep when Quinn quietly shifted so the blanket settled on you.

You breathed softly sleepily.

"You're comfy."

Quinn chuckled softly, his voice a whisper.

"You're warm."

A couple of beats went by before he leaned forward and kissed your forehead slow and long.

"I love you," he murmured against your skin.

Your lips curled up in a half-asleep smile as you wrapped your arms closer to his chest.

"Love you too, Q."

And, as always, his tendency continued. For even though all the times he made jokes about your height, Quinn Hughes would trade having you at just the right height for forehead smooches for everything in the world.

[mrswrightreal]

Um, would you mind like writing something with Masky/Tim and a virgin reader? Or at least something softer(?) and lots of praise and stuff like that. I dont see a lot of fics with that, and I would like to see it.

Also, this is my first time requesting anything on anyone's blog, so sorry if it doesn't make sense; I'm kinda nervous

yesss!! I love tim sm omg omg I love soft sex grahhhhh and yessss!!!!

tim wright/masky x fem!virgin!reader

warnings: explicit content sexually, nsfw, unprotected sex, p in v, oral sex (f!recieving), vaginal fingering, lowk corruption, soft sex, praise kink

cloud nine.

you and tim were the power couple, the "it" couple. everyone admired you two, the way you two got along so easily and were still able to keep up with each others teasing. and tim made sure everyone knew you two were together, always publicly holding your hand and kissing your forehead. he always made sure to introduce you as "his girlfriend" or "love of my life". always made sure you had fresh flowers on the dining room table kind of guy.

loves everything about you, wants to marry you officially and make it official. so exactly was his plan; take you to dinner, a nice one at that, shower you with affection, drive you to a secluded spot with a nice view of the stars, and pop the question.

he was so nervous, fingers drumming against his thigh as he waited for your food, giving you an occasional smile every time you asked what was wrong. he gripped your hand over the center console when driving, rubbing his thumb slowly across your skin. when youd ask why he was sweating so much, he would brush it off like the car was warm.

your suspicious laugh made his stomach flutter, pulling you out of the car and dragging you into the grass next to a few trees and a picnic table. when you questioned him, he just shook his head slowly. he took out a camera, telling you to pose with this distant city lights behind you. you knew he was a sucker for having your photos with him everywhere, so it wasnt out of the odd.

but when you turned around and saw him on one knee, sparkly ring on display under the moonlight. oh you swooned, covering your mouth and already crying. he didnt even get through the whole speech before you tackled him with a million yess'. he placed a kiss on every inch of your face while sliding the ring onto your finger, trying his hardest not to cry just at the sight of your glossy eyes.

the drive back was pure bliss, the same question falling from both of your lips after the other: 'is this really happening?' 'of course it is'. oh you two, young love. tims job made it a bit difficult, always gone and returning grim, but when he explained, you denied any risk it was to you. you loved him, and youd do anything to keep him.

he lifted you bridal style from your spot in the car, carrying you into your shared home. you couldnt even get both of your shoes off before his lips smashed into yours, hungry and feeding for you. you two stumbled through the hallway, tims jacket and shirt left somewhere on the tile a ways away.

now youre in bed, laying beneath him in that long and silky dress, hands hands gliding over every seam and fold that hugged you. he slipped the straps down your shoulders, your smile making him intoxicated. he helped you out of he suffocating fabric, leaving your supple skin on display for his eyes.

"I cant believe youre mine" he whispered, holding your hand and kissing the fresh new ring.

your eyes sparkled up into his, outshining every star and diamond that he saw that night. "oh, tim" you smiled softly, sucking in a shaky breath.

he kissed up your arm, peppering his lips all the way up to to the corner of your jaw. his hands roamed down your sides, resting softly on the fat of your hips. he worked his fingers into the fabric of your panties, pulling them slowly down to your ankles. you kicked them off somewhere else around the room, not caring about finding them if this was the circumstance they got lost in.

his hands worked their way back up, head dipping down to capture your lips with his once more. this time it was soft, no rush or hurry. it was pure love feeding from him and into you. his hands dug beneath your back, blindly unclipping the material of your bra and allowing you to remove it. now you were completely bare underneath him, the rooms air nipping at your curves.

tim backed away slowly, eyes looking you up and down. he drank in the sight of you, all his and only his. to keep, to touch, to love. he ravished you, like you were the last thing on earth to him. you were his oxygen, his heart, his soul. there would be no him without you.

"you are so beautiful, like a goddess" he praised, before kissing down your neck and to your breast.

his lips were soft, well taken care of thanks to your chapstick he always seemed to steal. the way he kissed you so softly, like you would crack if he went to hard. you were porcelain in his eyes, holding you so still to not break you. his lips wrapped around one of your perky nipples, tongue drawing slow circles around the bud.

your hands ran through his hair, tugging slightly in pleasure. you whined a bit, the noise rumbling in your chest beneath him. he let go, but continued kissing down your stomach. he rested his knees against the hardwood floor of your room, hands sliding smoothly to separate your thighs.

his breath ghosted over the slick of your cunt, making you shudder. he chuckled a bit, bringing one finger up and sliding it between your puffy folds.

"look so good baby" he hummed, prodding his digit at your entrance and moving his face closer between our thighs. he pressed a quick kiss to the inside of your leg, then moved to lick a stripe up your sex.

"tim!" you gasped, settling yourself up on your elbows and watching the way his head ducked under, face completely buried in your warmth.

his tongue pushed deeper into your flesh, forming sweet and slow circles around your clit. the swollen and aching nub heightening every one of your senses. his finger slowly pushed into you hole, curling upwards and pressing into the spongey spot within. he groaned against your skin at the way you pulsed around him, your slick gushing out around his knuckles.

"taste too good, sweetheart" he muttered, removing his finger and slipping his tongue down into your cunt.

"fuck- tim !" you moaned, back arching at the way his muscle fucked its way into you.

he drank every last drop you spilt, nose bumping into your clit every movement or so. if he went any longer, he would be stuck there for the rest of his life, so he came back up, sucking in a breath. he climbed over you once more, pressing his moistened lips against yours. you could taste yourself on his tongue, eyes closing softly and allowing yourself to rest back into the bed.

you hear tim messing with the buckle of his belt, causing your to press against his chest and look up at him, "shouldnt it be fair if i repay you?" you asked curiously, tilting your head.

"no hun, this night is about you" he whispered back, finally undoing his belt and chucking his pants down to the ground.

you rested once more, butterflies taking flight in your stomach at the way he spoke to you. he was so kind, so understanding. no matter if you two argued or you were too mad to speak, he touched you in a way no one else could ever obtain. you were the luckiest girl in the world, having someone as sweet as tim.

he pulled his boxers down, allowing his half hardened cock to slap against his stomach. he crawled over you, arms bracing at either side of your head. he pressed a quick kiss between your eyebrows, watching the way you pleaded for him. his cock lined itself up with your entrance, tip kissing your slick.

"ready baby?" he asked quietly, pushing in slowly.

your mouth fell agape, the stretch burning in the best way possible. he finally pushed all the way in, cock aching as you clenched around him. he completely bottomed out, small whimpers falling from his mouth at the way you gripped him like a glove. it was like you two were made for each other, built for one another. you two fit like a puzzle piece, quite literally filling you so perfectly.

"feel so good, love, can I move?" he asked, kissing your cheek and nuzzling his face into the side of your neck.

"mh-mhm!" you croaked out, hands wrapping around his back and bracing for him.

he pulled out slowly, before sliding back into you. he was careful, not wanting to hurt you on this beautiful night. your noises were sweet, falling into his ears like honey. you were so tender, so warm and felt delectable. he continued his fluid motions, sliding in and out slowly before speeding up a bit.

"oh- tim! feel so- mhm right there!" you babbled into his shoulder, nails digging into his pale skin of his back.

"shh, ive got you, baby" he murmured, pulling all the way back out and slamming into you.

you gasped, breath hitching and whining squeezing barely through your vocal chords. you tightened around him, making him bite down on his lip and push harder into you. one of his hands picked up and reached for yours, placing it down on the bed and intertwining his fingers with yours while he fucked into you.

the bed creaked with every motion, following your sweet moans. he grunted slightly, your ear picking up on when you tightened a little too good around him. your hips met with his thrusts, wanting more as the heat in your gut pooled. he could tell how close you were by the way you fluttered around his cock, and the way your moans quickened.

"close- tim im-" you begged, hand squeezing his and back arching slightly.

"i know baby, let go, im right here, youre doing so good" he cooed, rubbing soothing circles around your thumb with his own.

thats all it took from you to release around him, gasps and moans flying out of your mouth without even registering what was happening. he kissed your sweating neck, using your new slick to pick up his pace and chase after his own orgasm. your body wracked with little sobs and begs from the overstimulation, clawing at his skin and pleading with him to stop

"i know i know, just a second baby- fuck gonna- gonna look so pretty so full of me" he groaned, spilling his seed into your sobbing hole, "feel so good baby, youre so amazing, love you so much." he muttered, licking around your jaw to calm himself down.

you two stilled against eachother momentarily, soaking in the embrace of your love. two souls, tied so tight together there wasnt a single force strong enough to tear apart. tim leaned back, pressing a kiss to your nose before pulling out of your cunt with a groan. he watched the way his cum dribbled out of you, smiling down at your fucked out body.

"wanna bath? warm?" he asked, already knowing your answer.

"with the-"

"with the lilac soap because the rose one makes you itch, ive got it baby" he cut you off, kissing you softly and picking you up.

he carried you to the bathroom, setting you in the unfilled tub before sitting at the edge of it. he reached over your body and turned the water on, letting the warmth flood over your body. you closed your eyes, relaxing into the water. he flicked he soap bottle open and poured it into the running water, allowing the suds to form around your skin.

he stood up after shutting the water off, running a hand over your hair, "ill be right back" he promised, walking out of view of the door.

he put his clothes back on, picking out a new shirt and panties for you and grabbing a towel. he walked back into the bathroom and folded the clothing onto the sink counter, and set the towel on the shelf. he knelt down by your head once more, grabbing the shampoo and rubbing it into his hands.

"gonna let me take care of you?" he asked, smiling and scrubbing his fingers into your scalp softly.

you relaxed back, lifting your hand out of the water and letting your ring rest over the tub ledge. you looked over at your finger, then at tims eyes.

"thank you" you whispered, picking up your hand and placing it over his bicep that stretched out towards you.

"anything for my wife" he hummed, making your heart flutter at the new name.

you could get used to hearing that.

[chibinasuu]

riiiin it is i, nyla. diving into your inbox because the 'open for hcs/drabbles' has haunted me for too long. it's time to act on the urge- ace and sanji are two of the characters who deserve the most love but don't feel they deserve it and constantly don't see how much they are valued by those around them- what are your sappiest thoughts about the two of them?

nylaaaaa i'm afraid i got too carried away writing this, i was just so overwhelmed with ✨feelings✨ 😭

when i think of ace and sanji, the quote "we accept the love we think we deserve" somehow comes to mind. i think you're so right that they deserve all the love, but feel like they don't deserve it. ughhh i just want to give them long hugs and many many smooches 🥺

anyway thank you for stopping by my inbox!! i hope you enjoy these sappy headcanons and drabbles!

To Make You Feel My Love

Pairings: Ace, Sanji x Reader (separate)  Tags: sfw, angsty fluff(?), first time saying "i love you", GN but written with F!Reader in mind, no use of y/n

Ace

Ace was used to people thinking that he shouldn't have been born, so of course he didn't accept love easily—He didn't even deserve to live, so why on earth should he deserve to be loved?

Ace didn't mind fun flings, but when real feelings got involved, that was when he'd run and hide and retreat

When he found the one, he'd never be the one to say "I love you" first. He'd be too afraid of ruining things because he'd think that you wouldn't feel as strongly as he did

When you told him that you loved him, he'd have his doubts. He wouldn't get why you would choose him—the bastard son of the most dangerous pirate who had ever lived—of all the people you could get in this world. But you would convince him that he was the one you wanted, him and no one else

"I love you."

Ace tensed for a second, and then his arms around you slackened.

You pulled back slightly to look at him, studying the conflict blatantly written across his face.

You silently waited for him to process your words, your heart clenching as his gaze turned more and more distant as the seconds ticked by.

A touch of your fingers upon his brought him back to the present, and Ace finally rasped, "Why would you love the son of a criminal? How could you love a man who carries the blood of the demon in his veins?"

There was nothing you wanted more than to hunt down all of the ignorant fools who had ever said those wretched things about him.

But despite yourself, at this moment, you could only smile softly, "Well, that's because I couldn't give less fucks about who your father was, Ace. I don't care whose blood runs in your veins."

You brushed your thumb across his freckled cheek, "I love you because you're you."

Ace took a sharp inhale, and you cupped his face, guiding his eyes to look directly into yours, "I love you. My best friend. My anchor. My hearth. You."

He was quiet. You glimpsed a slight flicker of doubt that was still present in his eyes before he averted them.

Desperate to get through his thick skull, you shot at him, "Do you love me, Ace?"

"More than anything." He admitted, the answer quick to leave his mouth.

"Then let me love you too." You rested your forehead against his, "Please."

Ace's face softened as he hesitantly touched his lips to yours, kissing you gently, as if he couldn't believe that this was something he was allowed to do.

Pulling you into his warm embrace, he buried his face into the crook of your neck. You could feel wetness slowly seeping into the collar of your shirt.

"Thank you…" He whispered as his arms tightened around your back, "For loving me."

Once Ace realized that you were truly in love with him, he would be insufferable (affectionately)

He'd be more free with his affections. He'd steal kisses from you in public, much to your mortification and endless teasing from your crewmates

He'd randomly tell you that he loves you at odd parts of the day, just so he could hear you say back that you love him too

But no matter how many times you told him you loved him, his already warm body would always grow even warmer, a soft smile would grace his lips, and he'd always think how lucky he was to be loved by you

Sanji

Sanji was never stingy with his affection toward the ladies, but he wouldn't know what to do with someone who actually showed it back

He wouldn't think that someone could actually like him, much less love him, when all throughout his childhood he was repeatedly told that he was worthless—Did his endless flirting wear you down and you're just acting like this because you pitied him? There was no way someone like you could love someone like him, right? What was there to like about him anyway?

When you told him you loved him, he wouldn't believe it at first. But of course, you'd remind him again and again that he was worthy of all the love in the world

"I'm in love with you."

You couldn't see Sanji's expression from your perch at the kitchen bar, but you noticed how his hands froze on their way to putting the clean dishes back on the rack.

How he had longed for those words to come out of your lips, but now that you actually said it…

"Sanji? Did you hear me?" You got up from your seat, walking over to him, "I said I lo—"

"Please don—" He let out a shaky breath that made you stop in your tracks, "Please don't say things you don't mean, sweetheart."

His words annoyed you, making you snap at him, "You think I'd say that if I don't mean it?"

You stepped closer to him and took his hands, searching for his eyes that refused to meet yours.

"It's just—You can't possibly be in l-love with… me." His brows furrowed, each word more difficult for him to say than the last, "I-I'm not worthy of you, darling. Please don't waste your precious love on me."

Your heart ached for him. You couldn't imagine what this sweet man must have endured in the past to ever think that he wasn't worthy of being loved.

"Sanji, you're the kindest and most gentle soul I know." You run your fingers softly through his blond hair, "There's no one more worthy and deserving of love than you. There's no one else I'd rather love than you."

You cupped Sanji's face as tears started to flow freely from his eyes.

His voice was so small that you could barely hear it, choked out in between his sobs, "Do you really mean it?"

"I do." You pressed your lips to his forehead, "I love you, Sanji."

Sanji closed his eyes, reveling in the truth that you bared out to him.

You moved your lips down to his nose, and repeated, "I love you."

Kissing the tears away from his cheeks, you whispered again, "I love you."

When you reached his lips, no more words were needed as you poured all of your feelings into a tender kiss that made Sanji's heart dance in his chest.

And then finally, finally, he sighed out, "I love you too."

Even after Sanji accepted your love, he'd have a hard time actually hearing those three little words from you. He'd lose all of his composure every time you told him you loved him, the usually suave cook reduced to a bumbling, blushing mess

Whenever Sanji told you that he loved you, it would be different from the countless times he had loudly and obnoxiously proclaimed his love to all the ladies in the past. It would be soft, hesitant but certain at the same time, and it would be dripping with real love.

He'd sometimes stare at you with a shy smile, suddenly blurting out, "I still can't believe you love me. Would you tell me once again, please, my love?"

You would. And you'd tell him a thousand times more.

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[k-nahriko]

𝐓𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫

There were some couples videos that I've seen online, where the girl challenges her boyfriend/husband to see how long it took for him to take off her sweater, by only raising her hands above her head. I can imagine how MC would do this challenge with the LADS men. So, I wrote some headcanons and scenarios about how the boys would react or what they would do when their girlfriend approaches them with her hands above her head without explanation.

Content: SFW, couples challenge, (undressing sweater only), fluff, female reader

【for context, here is a video link of the challenge】

❥ he first assumes you want him to pick you up. As you were lifted off the ground in his arms, you shake your head and giggle while your hands remain above your head. 

❥ he pats you down, trying to find something that you might be hiding. You tell him that’s not what you wanted him to do.

❥ then he takes one of your hands to twirl you around like you're dancing. You smile at the sweet gesture, but you tell him again that wasn’t it. 

❥ he then tries to tease you. “If you’re trying to touch the stars, you need to reach much higher.”

❥ Xavier closes the distance and gives you a small kiss on your forehead. Then he asks if you’re feeling hot as he slowly removes your sweater. You sighed in relief and congratulated him for guessing it right.

❥ Zayne adjusts his glasses and asks you what you were up to. You giggle but don’t give him an answer. Your goal was to make him guess.

❥ he intertwines his fingers with yours, gesturing a rainbow above you with your hands. You give him a wry smile and tell him to try again. This leaves him puzzled, but he is fully indulged in this charade.

❥ he gives you a warm hug, ending up in dismay that you didn’t return it. He smooths out the wrinkles on your sweater as he states, “you shouldn’t keep your hands above your head for too long, your arms will get sore.”

❥ he cups your face in his hands and gives you a sweet kiss on the lips. You feel yourself melt in his kiss, but tell him that he didn’t guess it right.

❥ he then eyes your sweater, and carefully removes it. He smiles as you finally tell him he succeeded in your guessing game. 

❥ you walk up to him while he is painting. He turns to you and is slightly surprised to see you raising both of your hands above your head.

❥ he asks you, “what’s up, cutie? Are you cheering for me? Or did something exciting happen?” 

❥ you left Rafayel’s questions unanswered, confusing him. With a smile, he places his palms flat on yours, enveloping your hands into his. He leans down close enough to where your noses touch. You blush but tell him that he has to guess what is going on. Before he withdraws, he peppers your cheek with kisses.

❥ Rafayel hums as he circles around you. His first guess was that you were trying to model for him for his painting. Then, he notes that your pose would be too difficult to maintain for long.

❥ he continues to inspect you, his hands caressing your hips. His warm touch reaches under the hem of your sweater, resulting in him finally taking your sweater off. He finally sees your amused reaction and tosses your sweater over his shoulder with pride.

❥ Sylus raises an eyebrow upon seeing your hands lifted above your head. He walks up to you and pretends to shoot his finger gun to your chest, he whispers “bang”, assuming that you were surrendering.

❥ your arms remained up and you give him a tiny smile, hinting that he did not pass the challenge. He spins your body in a 360-degree turn, trying to find anything that might be stuck on your clothes.

❥ then, he picks you up in his arms and spins you around. His disappointment was immeasurable as you remained silent and did not wrap your arms around his neck like you usually do. 

❥ after he puts you down, he gives you a peck on the cheek, in hopes of it being the correct answer. Once again, you don’t say a word and wait for him to guess again.

❥ Sylus peeks down at your exposed stomach from your sweater lifting up. He finally understands and takes off your sweater. He chuckles and expresses his amusement. “Very clever of you to use the silent game, sweetie. You always find new ways to challenge me.”

❥ first, he gives you a high five on both hands. Shaking your head with a smug smile, you tell him that wasn’t it.

❥ then he pokes your armpits and sides, tickling you. You laugh and try to withstand his playful attack while keeping your hands up. While Caleb managed to get a reaction out of you, it was clear that was not what you were looking for.

❥ next, he thinks that you want him to lift you in the air with his gravity Evol. You immediately shake your head no and bounce up and down to try giving him a hint.

❥ Caleb’s gaze is drawn to your sweater as it was slightly revealing your stomach from your constant movement. He finally takes it off and asks, “that’s what you wanted me to do?”  You nod and give him a thumbs up.

❥ he laughs and pinches your nose. “All that just so I can take off your sweater? Next time, use your words pipsqueak.”

[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

No thoughts. Just the idea of affectionately annoying Nathan. Like just sauntering into his office while he's doing work and jut kinda being in his bubble a bit. Like just standing behind his chair and gently wrapping your arms around his shoulders and watching him code until he asks what you want and you just go "Nothing, I just like bugging you <3"

He acts like he hates it but he likes it. He likes it and he does back. You affectionately annoy each other and light heartedly push each other's buttons.

I love this!

Make Me Worse

Nathan Bateman x gn!Reader • Rating: mature pals • Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info • buy me a coffee? •

Summary: You and Nathan love to annoy each other.

Warnings: Kisses, fluff, pet names, playfully annoying each other, calling each other names, overuse of italics, not beta read, please let me know if I've missed a warning.

Word Count: 1007

“You’ve been staring at the wall for the last seven minutes.” Nathan huffs.

“You been timing me?” The smile in your voice is undeniable.

“Why are you in here?” 

“I like this painting.” 

“You do not.”

“Yes, I do.” You keep your back to him. 

“You don’t. You said it looked like vomit.” 

“It does.” You nod lightly, pretending to admire it some more. “I didn’t say that was a bad thing.” 

Nathan sighs dramatically and the rhythmic sound of his typing stops. He turns around in his chair, away from his desk and you grin. Pleased that you have won your imaginary game of ‘can I make Nathan turn around before I do.’

“Why are you in here?” His voice is grumpy, a slightly pout colouring in his words. With a huff, he crosses his arms, annoyed that he lost his pretend game of ‘can I make them turn around before I do.’ 

You look over your shoulder at him and smile sweetly. “Am I not allowed to be in here?” 

“No.” He grumbles, and then rolls his eyes instantly after as he recognises he’s said the wrong thing.

You practically beam. “Oh, and why is that?” You tease and step closer to him, putting your hands on his armrests. 

He tuts again. 

“Could it be that I’m annoying you?” The glee in your voice is undeniable. 

“No.” He glares, trying to give you a stern look from over the top of his glasses. 

You wait a beat, and just about manage to resist the urge to tap the tip of his nose. “Good.” 

“Good.” He repeats, still staring you down. 

“Then you won’t mind me saying in here then.” 

He clenches his jaw and breathes in deeply. “Of course not.” 

“That’s what I thought.” You give him another brilliantly insincere smile and step to the side to investigate his desk. 

He turns his chair, and at first, you think he’s going to go back to at least pretending to work, but instead, he just watches you.

You wait for a moment, bouncing lightly on the balls of your feet and trying your best to hide how you’re watching him out of the corner of your eyes. Ever so slowly you reach out and just tease the edge of his pen pot with the tip of your finger. 

“Don’t.” He growls. 

And you burst out laughing.

Nathan bites back a smile. “Stop.” 

“I can’t believe that is what got you.” 

“I thought you were going to knock it onto the floor.” He loses the internal battle with himself and grins. 

“Why would I do that?” You giggle.

“I don’t know, why do you do anything?” He pauses. “Like a cat?” 

“Like a cat?” 

He nods. “My little kitty cat.” And hold out his arms to you. 

You snort. “Do not call me that.” You sit on his lap and let him hug you tightly and settle you against him how he likes. 

“Kitty cat.” He whispers. 

“I’ll bite you.” 

“I’ll muzzle you.” He kisses your forehead.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you, you sick fuck?” 

His chest shakes as he laughs. “I would. I’d like it if you bit me too.” 

You tut and pretend to be outraged for a moment. “Maybe later.” 

“Ooooo, later. Why not know?” 

“Aren’t you meant to be working?” You take hold of his hand, linking your fingers with his.

“You didn’t care about that a second ago.” 

“Longer than a second ago, dumbass.”

“It’s a figure of speech, smartass.”

You sit up a little straighter and Nathan’s hold on you tightens when he thinks you’re going to go away. “I’m the smartass now? Excellent, let me get on this coding then.” You push the chair around to face the desk and dramatically go to hit the keyboard with both hands, still holding Nathan’s in one.

“Stop,” he laughs, wrapping his arm around your biceps and squeezing your hand. He pushes the chair back and away from his computer with his legs. 

“No, no, I need to show everyone how much of a massive brain I have and do this boring coding.” You pretended to try to get back to the keyboard and Nathan giggles. The sound fills your chest instantly, making you light and content. 

“Stop.” He kisses the back of your neck. 

“I’m sorry,” you turn your head and put on your best Nathan impression. “I’ve got this important coding to do, nothing can stop me, not even your kisses.” 

“That’s a lie.” He pulls you closer, pressing your back against his chest and trying to tickle your side. “I always stop for your kisses.” 

You yelp and laugh as he tickles you, manically grabbing at his hand to stop him. “You don’t!”

“Name one time, one time I haven’t?” 

“Right now!”

“You haven’t tried to kiss me right now.”

You manage to capture his wrist, halting his actions and turn your head again to look him in the eyes. “I haven’t?” You nudge his nose with yours. 

“No.” He smiles, his eyes bright and shining.k

“Ah, I knew I’d forgotten a trick or two.” 

Nathan kisses you quickly, a small peck. Once, then twice. His lips are warm, his cheeks lightly flushed from his playful struggles with you. He moans when you kiss him again, slower this time. 

You risk letting go of his hand to stroke his cheek and beard, he moves his fingers to your side but doesn’t tickle. Instead, he helps you to turn on his lap and sighs happily as you lick into his mouth. 

As you pull back he rests his forehead against yours and breathes in a shaky breath. “Come and sit with me please?” 

“I am sitting with you.�� 

“Smartass.” He repeats, smiling. 

“I learnt it from you.” You kiss him again, and wrap your arms around him.

“I think I learned it from you, you’re the master, I’m just a lowly student.”

You snort. “You were like this before we met.” 

“Yeah,” he nods, grinning, “But you’ve made me worse.” 

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[yourlocalbadgerscales]

Okay guys REALISTICALLY what gates and theories do you want to become real Byler moments in s5? I’ll go first.

— Will Byers and Holly Wheeler bonding and Mike absolutely meltinggg yes please (bro is so cooked)

— Will and Mike babysitting Holly, they start flirting and that’s one of the reasons Holly disappeares. Mike ofc blames himself for getting distracted and carried away with his flirting and VOILA! ANGSTTT (Mike Queerler blaming himself for acting queer and seeing Holly’s disappearance as a punishment from some higher power for being gay)

— I want the moment Will sees Mike’s new haircut so baddd you guys don’t understand. “You look… it looks great, Mike” AIDHWKHDKWHRKAHSJWHRJIWEU

— Byler hugs come home, we miss you. Byler hugs. Home. Byler. HUGS. Byler HUGS. HUGGIES AND CUDDLINGGG

— One of them in the hospital and the other by his bedside and he gives him a forehead kiss while he sleeps <3 (idk where I got this from to begin with but it hasn’t left my mind since)

— Byler cleaning each other’s wounds in the green house at at Lover’s Lake

— AN ALMOST KISS AND I TRULY CANNOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH. ALSO DID I MENTION AN ALMOST KI- *gunshots*

— That pic of Finn sitting in a room with wide open yellow curtains right behind him, looking troubled as the light falls on him…? Yeah. I want to see whatever revelations Mike’s having in that scene (hmm I wonder what they might be about…) CLEARLY on his face! I want to see the “Oh. Oh.” moment in action. (Although I think he’s already had his oh OH moment in s3 and/or s4 so maybe that’s not what’s going on in this scene, but still I want 🤌EMOTIONS🤌✨)

— Chill Mileven breakup on the rooftop, Mike immediately moving on to talk about how worried he is for Will and El immediately clocking his shit but keeping it to herself

— The bullies that used to bully the Party back in the days teasingly call Mike “Zombie Boy’s Boyfriend” and he doesn’t bat an eye, but then they shove Will into a locker or something with no intention of picking a fight and Mike IS NOT HAVING IT… fighting ensues and punches are thrown and Wheelers are beaten black and blue ❤️ (Go bad bitch go bad bitch go)

— SCENES LIKE THE ROVICKIE SCENE MAKINV SANDWITCGES BUT BYLERRR

— CHURCHGATE! Will is possessed and choking Mike, Mike is literally dying but smiles a lil smile through his tears and taps “I love you” into Morse code against Will’s wrist in what he thinks is his last moments… little does he know that’s what saves Will and also himself! Hooray! 🥰 (For now I might add, it’s far from over innit) (Also I just saw a post about how actions speak louder than words in ST and that Byler probably won’t say out loud — or tap — ily to each other. Alternatively Mike taps “crazy together”? But I’m also not too big on the GIVE-US-THROWBACKS-TO-PREVIOUS-SEASONS-AND-THEIR-BYLER-MOMENTS stuff so… yk what idk but Mike IS using morse code to snap Will out of it because I SAID SO!)

— Y’all this is smth I made up myself in a late night Byler scenario once and never shared (I thenk) so it’s technically not a hate but: yk how the only part of Will not possessed in s2 (the one hand he used to tap messages in morse code to the others) was the hand Mike held earlier on in the season? Well, what if that’s the key to snap him out of his possession temporarily? Idk how Mike figures it out, maybe he connects the dots somehow and just goes with it, but picture this: Will is possessed, fighting back as Mike holds him close and just — touches him. NOTHING SEXUAL! Just, the sensuality of it? Mike holding Will close after ages of not properly hugging him, running his hands through his hair and over his backs and shoulders and arms and yeee Will slowly starts to regain control over his body, all whilst still spitting things that undeniably sting. Because yk. Vecna and allat. So it’s like Mike is being Vecna’s but it’s real, but it’s also not real because Will doesn’t mean that and he’s not even the one saying those things, it’s Vecna. And then ig Mike maybe… KISSES Will in the end to stop him from talking and give him back the ability to speak freely too? Idk just a thought DONT MIND ME GUYS THE LATE NIGHT SCENARIOS BE LIKE THAT OKAY DONT JUDGEEE IM A SAP AND A SUCKER FOR NON-SEXUAL INTIMACY

— Let’s ignore that lost thing I wrote kay? REALISTICALLY: I don’t want the kiss to be the love confession. Yk? Make them happen on two separate occasions. Love confession first, kiss on a later occasion, because yk what they say: if a kiss is needed to confess ur love then is it rlly love? The confession shall be in the form of WORDS

— Byler get Lucas-and-Dustin’d buttttt it’s discreet, like when Jonathan let Will know that he knew he was gay and in love with Mike in s4 but without explicitly saying it! And this could happen somewhere at the end of the season, maybe they speak to Will and Mike on separate occasions, maybe with both of them at the same time, yk anything works

— ROBIN BONDING WITH THEM BOTH AND CLOCKING THEIR SHITTT but she speaks to them both without the other one present

— Y’all have heard about “Painting? What painting?” before, now get ready for “You know… the painting I gave you before?” “Mhm?” “It was from me. And— me only. El didn’t commission it.” “Just like she didn’t commission that speech you gave me?” “Huh?” “Will. I know the painting was from you. I knew this whole time.” (I am a MIKE WHEELER ISNT FUCKING OBLIVIOUS HE KNEE WHAT THE GELL WAS GOING ON HE WAS JUST CONFLICTED AYDJWKDJEJ truther always and forever. Oh and this conversations happens while Will and Mike are in an established relationship btw.)

— This isn’t rlly Byler but WILL COMING OIT TO JOYCE AND JOYCE BEING THE QUEEN SHE IS AND ACCEPTING HIMMM tears are shed and hugs are given. Wholesomeness. Just.. Yes.

— “What’s gay?” (Again not rlly Byler but I love El too much not to include this in this list)

— BYLER SHARING CLOTHESSS (Mike’s sweaters being too small for Will but he wears them anyways and Mike DIES every time — yes plss)

— BYLER! SHARING! A BED! Because Will had a nightmare once and “Oh for fuck’s— this is getting stupid. Just— just get up here already, Will.” “Huh? What?” “Get into the bed or you’ll have the back of an old man when you’re twenty/Get in or you’ll freeze to death”… just THEM ATXGWKDJEKKEIE (not me crashing out— mb y’all this post is chaos now and i rule it) And then they just never stop sharing a bed <3

— Them bonding over their shared music taste! (“Smalltown Boy and Boys Don’t Cry? I love those songs!”)

— To be added onto ❤️

[terrortwinunicorn]

Wepa! It's A Wedding

Damian's POV

I woke up the next morning to see y/n nestled beside me, still lost in dreams. Today, we would be telling the last part of our Angelo and Ginger wedding story, but obviously, knowing Demi, she'll want to hear about y/n being Sandy and me traveling across the state to be at her opening night performance, Bruno and Claudine's fortieth wedding anniversary, and Angelo's fourteenth birthday party. We still had so many more memories to share.

Y/N moans lightly and not her normal morning her joints are stiff moan. It's not even the moan I earn while we make love. It's her something bad is happening moan. She whimpers in fear before she let out a blood curdling scream. Her eyes flew open and she sat up so quickly she gave me whiplash. She's panting and tears were streaming down her face.

I quickly sat up and wrapped her in a hug. She hugged me so tight that I felt the breath temporarily leave my body as her body slammed into mine. She is crying uncontrollably and shaking, and I rub her back.

"Baby, what's wrong? What was the dream about?" I asked.

"It was him again. He was chasing me but it was different. He hurt you and Luis; I had to watch him do it," she cried. "He then grabbed me, throwing me to the ground and he, he, he, he," she starts to hyperventilate.

"Shh. You're safe," I soothe "He is in jail remember?" I remind her gently. She nodded but didn't say anything "And besides I would kill him with my bare hands. He would never get near you," I kissed the side of her head laying back down and holding her "I promise you. He will never be able to get near you."

"I, I, I, I, I'm so sorry Luis," she cries as she holds me close.

"It's okay, amor," I kiss the top of her head. "How about you and I take a relaxing bath? It's only seven. Maybe a warm bath will help calm you down."

She shook her head. "No. Just hold me," she sniffles.

"Okay. I will just hold you," I said. She snuggled into me. She sighed and it sounded like she allowed the weight of the world off her shoulders.

"Gracias amor de mi vida," she whispers, her fear slowly seeping into the air. I continue to hold her and rub her back. I kiss her forehead as she holds onto me.

"Eres bienvenido, amor de mi vida," I said as there's a knock on the bedroom door. "Enter," I said.

The door opened and Demi poked her head around it. "Everything okay? We heard the most terrifying scream."

"Everything is fine. I just had a bête noire," y/n said quietly as we still laid in bed.

"A what?!" asked Demi entering the room.

"Bête noire," y/n laughs lightly, "It's French for black beast. Black beast is basically a being invading your dreama causing a nightmare," she explains as Demi sat on the end of y/n's and my bed.

Demi put a hand on my foot, probably thinking it was y/n's, and squeezed it. "My God y/n, your foot is HUGE!" she said.

"Sis that's my foot," I said.

"Sorry," Demi said making the oops face as she removed her hand.

"My foot is here," giggles y/n as she wiggles her foot under the covers.

Demi put her hand on the correct foot and squeezed it. "You okay?" she asked, y/n.

"I'm fine. I am very lucky to have Luis here this time," y/n pats my chest.

"Do you have those *bête noires* often?!" Demi asked.

"Not as often as I used to," Y/N admits. "But they do reoccur, especially around the same time every year. Luckily, Luis isn't as busy with house shows anymore."

"We all aren't. House shows are few and far between now," said Demi "Which is nice because we actually have some down time."

Y/N nods "I like it because I get more snuggles," y/n grins as she snuggled into me.

"That's one of my favorite things too. Plus, I get to spend each night practically with you in my arms," I said, kissing y/n's forehead, making y/n sigh softly.

"I will give you two some time," said Demi "You want me to make breakfast?"

"How about we go out for breakfast for a change?!" I asked.

"Can we go to Delicioso Desayuno?" asked y/n, sitting up and looking down at me with a huge smile.

"What is Delicioso Desayuno?" asked Demi.

"Only the best Puerto Rican breakfast outside of Luis's or Mamá's," said y/n looking at Demi.

Demi laughed lightly "I'll take your word for it," she said.

"They have the most amazing tortilla de plátano, quesito, and they have the second best mofongo after Mamá's," said y/n licking her lips, and I can tell whatever fear she had was now gone.

I chuckled "Let's go before you start to drool," I said sitting up.

Y/N subconsciously wipes her mouth "I'm not drooling," she said.

"I know that, but you're about to. Let's go there, get you your amazing tortilla de plátano, and quesito," I said, kissing her cheek.

"I'm going to let Matt know we're going to breakfast," Demi said, standing. "I'll give you two time to get ready."

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Delicioso Desayuno

I parked the car and we all exited y/n's SUV. I took y/n's hand as we walked to the entrance of one of y/n's and my favorite restaurants. We actually stumbled upon it years ago when we first moved to Orlando.

"I think you two are really going to enjoy it," y/n said as I opened the door, ushering y/n through before allowing Demi in, and I followed Matt in before rejoining y/n.

"I do too," I said, lacing my fingers with y/n's as we walked up to the counter.

"Cuántos?" asked the greeter behind the counter. (How many?)

"Cuatro," I said. (Four)

The greeter grabbed four menus and silverware and led us to a table. He set down the menus and silverware.

"Your waiter will be with you shortly," the greeter informed us.

I held y/n's chair. "Gracias, amor," she said as she sat.

"De nada, mi hermosa esposa," I said as I sat beside y/n while Matt held the chair for Demi.

"Thank you, Babe," said Demi as she sat across from me. Matt sat beside Demi, and across from y/n.

"You're welcome," said Matt as the waiter walked over to the table.

"Hello. My name is Shawn. I'll be your waiter today. Can I start you off with something to drink?" he asked.

"Coffee," said Demi and Matt together.

"Orange Juice," said y/n.

"I'll have the same as the beautiful lady to my right," I said smiling at y/n as Shawn wrote down our drink orders before hurrying off.

"So," said Demi as she began studying the menu, as "Before Your Love" by Kelly Clarkson plays over the restaurant's speakers. "When are we going to hear about the wedding?"

"We can start after breakfast," I said. "Or," my attention is drawn to y/n, who was singing quietly but loud enough for our table to hear.

Demi smiles softly as y/n begins The Power of Love by Céline Dion. She is absolutely absorbed in the menu, she doesn't realize she's singing.

"Does she?" Demi asked quietly as Matt looked over the top of his menu. His eyebrows raised but he smiled nonetheless.

"Nope," I said as y/n sings along with the song, "She's doing better. Otherwise, she wouldn't be singing."

"Don't talk about me like I'm not here," Y/N said as the waiter placed her juice down.

"Just drink your juice, Shelby," I laughed.

Y/N glanced over at me, a small smirk on her face. "Clever M'Lynn," she teased.

I let out a hearty laugh before kissing her forehead. "Doing better, Babe?" I asked.

She nods as 'I Swear' by All-4-One began. Y/N and I both started laughing. Demi and Matt were looking at us like we had gone bonkers.

"This was supposed to be the song that played while," y/n began, "You'll see. It's part of the wedding."

"Then can we start?" begs Demi.

"After breakfast. On the car ride back home. For now, let's talk about something else, like how you two will be leaving after today's story, allowing y/n and me to have newlywed time," I interject with a raised eyebrow.

"I think that's fair," said Matt. "They literally had their wedding night alone. We have been at their place for nearly two weeks."

"Okay. But I still want story times," said Demi.

"As long as you limit the interruptions," y/n smirks.

Demi opened and closed her mouth. "Fine," she grumbles.

"Then we can make Tuesdays story times. Since you work Mondays, Demi, Matt goes to work on Wednesdays, and Luis works Fridays. And weekends are date nights for Luis and me," says y/n.

"Sounds fair," I said "Especially since I have to travel on Thursdays for the following day."

"Sounds fair to me too. You come home early on Tuesday. We have dinner together, whether it be at the Martinez's or our place," said Matt, and y/n giggles lightly beside me.

"What?" I asked.

"The Martínez's," she grinned. "I still can't believe that."

I smiled. "Me either," I admitted.

"Te amo, esposo," she said, cupping my cheek as I rest my forehead against hers.

"Te amo, esposa," I said, pressing a quick kiss to her lips.

"You know you two make me have to see a dentist on the daily with all the sugar you two dish out," Demi teases playfully.

Y/N giggles as she looked at Demi. "Sorry Sis," she said. "But what can I say," she looked at me before placing her hand on top of mine. "I can't help myself."

"Sugarpie Honey Bunch," I chuckled and Matt and Demi exchanged glances before they shrugged.

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We ate breakfast and had small talk about how odd it was that Demi and I were no longer travel buddies. How working on Fridays made it hard for Y/N and me to have little weekend getaways unless she came with me. The conversation was light and easy.

As we approached y/n's SUV, Demi ran ahead to the car, with Matt hanging back with us as y/n and I walked hand in hand, after y/n had gotten sick by the entrance and puked in a bush by the corner of the building where she had run to.

"You okay?" Matt asked y/n as he carried the leftovers. Demi was busily unlocking the SUV and getting it started so we could just get in and leave.

She nods, but I could tell she was not doing too well. The nausea was brought on quickly, as was the tossing of her cookies all over the bush.

"That poor bush," mutters y/n.

I chuckled, "Babe, I think it's been through a lot worse than you upchucking on it. After all, this is Florida." Y/N gave me a weak smile as I wrapped an arm around her shoulders and kissed her forehead. "Let's go home."

She nodded as I helped her into the SUV. She buckles as I got into the driver's seat.

"You okay y/n?" asked Demi.

I pulled out of the parking spot and headed down the road.

Y/N nodded, "Fine. I don't know what happened. I normally can eat tortilla de plátano without any problems. But today," y/n paled, "Luis, stop the car!"

I slammed on the brakes and quickly pulled over as y/n unbuckles before she opened the door and spilled her guts onto the pavement below.

"Babe," I said placing a hand on her back. She shook her head.

I glanced into the rear view mirror and saw the comcern etched across the faces of Demi and Matt.

"Y/N?" said Demi.

"I'm fine," she said as she sat back up and buckled "Can we just go home? I wanna change into comfy clothes and walk down memory lane well this portion of memory lane."

"Of course," I said, taking her hand and lacing our fingers before kissing the back of her hand. "Thank God we got ginger ale at home."

Y/N sleepily looks over at me and nods; when she was ill, it took everything out of her.

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We arrived back at our place, y/n's and my place. She went upstairs and took a shower before changing into something more comfortable.

"Feeling a bit better, amor?" I asked as I opened my arms. She sat beside me and snuggled into me.

"A bit. But I would feel better listening to you tell the story of Angie and Ginger's wedding," she said, laying her head on my chest before draping her arm across my torso.

"Okay," I said, kissing the top of her head as she snuggled even further into me, a content sigh leaving her lips.

Demi brought in some ginger ale and saltines for y/n. "Here you go, sis," she said before sitting beside Matt. "Alright, time to finish the story."

"Thank you, sis," said y/n taking a sip of ginger ale.

"You're welcome," said Demi, as she settled back into the sofa.

"Okay. Fourth of July fell on a Monday in two thousand and five," I began.

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Monday, July 4th,2005

Y/N and I woke up the same way we fell asleep. Tangled in each other's arms and stark naked.

"Mm,Morning," I said as y/n's eyes fluttered open.

Y/N settled into me "Morning," she murmured as I kissed her cheek.

"How did you sleep?" I asked.

"Well after we fucked?" she blushes "Like a baby. Your dick is definitely a good pacifier."

I chuckled but blushed "Thanks," I said kissing her cheek again "But we have to get up, dressed and over to the Ottomanos in hour."

"Mm. What if I want to spend time here with you?" she murmured as she grabbed my hand, kissing the palm.

"As much as that sounds like heaven on Earth, we are part of the wedding," I said as she snuggled into me more.

Y/N grumbled lightly, "Fine," she said as we untangled ourselves.

We reluctantly got separate showers and dressed before heading downstairs, where Pops has made homemade sausage and egg sandwiches.

"Those are so you can eat and run," said Pops.

"Thanks," we said.

"I will see you two later at the wedding," said Pops "Your garment bags are hanging up by the door."

"Thank you Señor Martínez," said y/n.

"You're welcome y/n," Pops said.

"Luis, I will meet you later. I have to go over to Bruno and Claudine's because Ginger and her bridal party need to be at the venue to get our hair and makeup done." She kissed my cheek before grabbing a breakfast sandwich and left.

"Luis, before you go, I need to talk to you," Pops said, gesturing to the chairs.

"What's up, Pops?" I asked as I sat down.

"I don't know how to start," he said.

I gulped "Is everything okay? Are you sick?" I asked.

"No. I'm fine. Perfectly healthy," he said but paused as he massaged his temples. I know he was trying to figure out how to tell me what he needed to say. "It's about last night."

"Last night?" I asked, suddenly feeling as if the air had been ripped from my lungs.

"Yes. I, well I heard you and y/n," he said.

I felt my heart leap into my throat. "You heard us?" I asked.

"I did. Were you two at least safe?" he asked.

"If you mean did we use a condom? Then yes we were safe," I said slowly "Pops don't let y/n know you heard us. I will let her know."

"Fine by me," said Pops "But you better head to the Ottomans now."

"Okay. I will see you at the wedding then," I said.

"See you at the wedding," he said.

I walked from the kitchen to the front door, grabbing my garment bag before leaving the house.

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I arrived at the Ottomano residence just as y/n and Bianca were leaving to get on the limo bus.

"Hey there," I grinned, "Got a sec?" I asked while taking Y/N's hand.

"Uh, now?" asked y/n. "Luís, I kinda gotta get on the bus," she gestures to the bus as Bianca climbed onto it.

"It's kinda important," I said.

"Okay. What's wrong?" she asked, her demeanor changing. "I know I heard your pops stop you from leaving."

I rubbed the back of my neck. "Yeah, that's why we need to talk. I'm just going to lay it out there. Pops heard us being intimate last night."

"He what?" asked y/n all color instantly draining from her face.

"Pops heard us having sex," I said.

Y/N let out a breath of air that sounded like she was deflating a balloon. She swallowed hard before looking at me. "So he heard us. Was he? Is he upset?"

"No. He just wanted to make sure we were safe," I said, "I reassured him we used protection."

"Good," said y/n as Bianca calls y/n's name from the bus. "Luis, I gotta go. I will see you at the end of the aisle."

"You will," I smiled before she pressed a kiss to my cheek and ran down the stairs to the bus.

I jumped when a hand was slapped on my shoulder. I spun to see Salvatore. He was already in his tuxedo. He was the best man..

"Hey, everything okay?" he asked.

"Yeah," I said.

"Good, then get in here. You have to get dressed. We have to be at the venue shortly," said Salvatore.

"Oh okay," I said.

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Arriving at Serenity Springs where the wedding and reception were being held, the place was abuzz with activity.

Angelo and those standing up for him, myself included, were led to the groom's quarters. The wedding was taking place outside at the gazebo in the center of the gardens.

I am lost in my own thoughts when I get a poke to the ribs. I looked around; it's Angelo.

"Bro where did you go?" he asked.

"Nowhere and everywhere at the same time," I said, buttoning my shirt cuff. "How are you?"

"Nervous but thankful this is almost over especially I can finally tune out Karen," he said.

I snorted back a laugh. "But you still have to put up with her. She's, after all, your mother-in-law after you say I do and Layla's grandmother."

"Don't let her hear you say the g word. She'll eliminate you where you stand," said Angelo, as Salvatore helps him with his tie.

"Heaven forbid she's recognized as a grandmother. Is that why Layla refers to her as Karen?" I asked.

"Yup. Layla calls Ma and Pops Gammy and PawPaw, but Karen and George?! They're Karen and George; neither one wants to be referred to as grandma and grandpa or anything else that makes them sound old," explained Angelo.

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"They sound great," Demi said with a hint of sarcasm.

"Karen and George nearly had a stroke when Layla had her daughter, Tegan, last year. They said they're too young to be great grandparents," y/n murmured as she snuggled into me. I rubbed her arm and she sighed contently.

"Does Ginger allow grandma?" asked Demi.

"She does. And Claudine is Nonna," y/n explained.

Demi's eyes teared up at Nonna. "How sweet," she said with a smile.

"You okay?" asked y/n.

"Yeah. I just love that Tegan has a Nonna too," said Demi.

"Teagan is lucky to have Claudine," y/n said.

"She is," I agreed.

"Back to the story!" said Demi.

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The guys and I were watching the guests arrive and being seated by the wedding planner's assistants.

"How many people are coming?" I asked Angelo.

"On my side one hundred. On Ginger's side? Only two hundred and fifty," said Angelo.

"Three hundred and fifty people? Holy fuck," I said.

"Yeah. Hence why Ma and Pops said, if you want that many people, you should pay for the wedding," said Angelo.

"And they actually agreed to that?" I asked.

"You have never seen Ma angry, have you?" said Angelo.

"No," I said.

"Let's say it's not pretty," said Angelo as we are led outside to get ready to head down the aisle.

The wedding planner's assistant lined us up: Angelo at the beginning with the officiant, Salvatore behind them, and I was behind Salvatore, with six other men behind me.

The wedding planner's assistant taps Ginger's brother on his shoulder, signaling for him to start down the aisle, as Four Seasons began playing.

After Ginger's brother, Harrison, there were two friends of Angelo's from his work: Daniel Hartman and Jack Lauren. Then, his cousins on his mom's side: Ezra Grant, Keegan Grant, and Jeremy Dugan, and then me.

As I walked down the aisle I spot Pops and he gives me a smile and quick wink. I give him a smile and a quick nod. At the top of the aisle I stood in front of Jeremy who is 5'9" so the height difference was noticeable and I caught Karen out of the corner of my eye looking like she sucked on a lemon.

I shook my head, trying to hide a smirk as I saw Karen lean over to George, gesturing to me, and he nods as he mumbled something to her.

The first to come down the aisle were friends of Ginger's: Laney Hilton, Mallory Madison, Jayne Carrington, Michelle Graham, Ashlee Prescott, and Catherine St. James. They wore dresses of aquamarine. That's when my eyes fell on y/n at the top of the aisle. She looks gorgeous in the spaghetti strap, tea-length (so I'm told) A-line dress.

"Wepa," I said under my breath as Salvatore leaned back.

"She is gorgeous, isn't she?" he asked. I just nodded as my eyes were on y/n and y/n only.

Salvatore chuckled lightly as he moved back, and I caught y/n's eye as she winked at me. I felt my cheeks grow warm, so I knew I was blushing. I quickly winked and mouthed, 'You look gorgeous.' She blushed lightly and mouthed back, 'You look caliente.'

Once Ginger's best friend Tiffani Chance walked down the aisle, the song swelled into the wedding march. Ginger appeared at the top of the aisle. George had refused to walk Ginger down the aisle, so she stood there alone. I saw Angelo let out a slow breath as Layla waved at Ginger.

"Hi Mommy!" Layla called out, making everyone chuckle.

Ginger waves and blows Layla a kiss. Angelo quickly wipes away a tear. I caught y/n out of the corner of my eye. She smiles brightly as she dapes her eyes with a tissue.

Once Ginger made it to the top of the aisle. Ginger stopped.

"Who gives this woman to be married to this man?" asked the officiant.

George grumbled as he stood "Unfortunately her mother and I do," he said before sitting.

The officiant looks at Ginger and Angelo who both signal to continue.

"If anyone can show just cause as to why these two should not be wed, let them speak now or forever hold their peace," the officiant started.

We all looked at Karen and George. They kept silent so Angelo took Ginger's hand and helped her up the stairs of the gazebo.

"We are gathered here today to join Angelo Michael Ottomano and Ginger Alison Fitzpatrick in holy matrimony," the officiant continues, "Angelo, do you take Ginger to be your lawfully wedded wife? To have and to hold, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health as long as you both shall live?"

"I do," said Angelo.

"Ginger, do you take Angelo to be your lawfully wedded husband? To have and to hold, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, as long as you both shall live?" asked the officiant.

"I do," said Ginger with a smile as tears began to fall.

"Angelo and Ginger have chosen to write their own vows," said the officiant, and Karen scoffed in her seat. Y/N turns her head, and I see the fire light in her eyes.

"Stuff it, Karen," y/n defiantly spats. "Let them do this. It's their wedding, not yours!" Karen looks at y/n, and y/n stands her ground. "Try me!"

Karen huffs and settles back in the chair. I smirk and cover my chuckle with a cough, as does Salvatore.

"Angelo and Ginger face each other and join hands," said the officiant. They did as they were told, "And begin when you want."

Angelo nods to Ginger telling her to go first.

"Angelo, when we met on the first day of kindergarten, I never imagined I had met my future husband and the father of my beautiful daughter. But today, as we stand before family and friends exchanging vows. I am the happiest I have ever been. Not only do you provide me with endless love, but also endless laughs and blessings. You make me happy and I honestly can't wait to walk into this new chapter in our lives. I love you more today than I did yesterday and I will love you more tomorrow than I do today."

Ginger smiles and I catch y/n dabbing her eyes. She looks at me and I wink at her. She blushes lightly as she looked at Ginger and Angelo as he took a deep breath.

"Ginger, you're the love of my life. When we met in kindergarten, I will admit I had the worst case of puppy love. As we went through the years and our bond grew closer, so did our love. I knew you were my forever. Now today, as we pledge our love to one another, I'm looking forward to the next chapter with you beside me. I love you, Ging," said Angelo.

"The rings please," said the officiant as Tiffany and Salvatore hand him their respective rings. He placed them on his book before holding one up, "The ring is a symbol of undying love. It has no beginning and no end. Angelo, please place this ring on Ginger's left hand and repeat after me..."

"Ginger, I give you this ring as a symbol of my love and faithfulness," said Angelo, sliding the ring onto Ginger's finger.

"Ginger, place this on Angelo's finger and repeat after me..."

"Angelo. I give you this ring as a symbol of my love and faithfulness," said Ginger sliding the ring onto Angelo's finger.

After that, Angelo and Ginger turned to the officiant. "What God has joined together, let no man put asunder. By the power invested in me by the great state of New Jersey, I now pronounce you husband and wife. Angelo, you may now kiss your wife," said the officiant as Angelo gave Ginger a sweet kiss before the officiant pressed on. "It's my pleasure to present to you the new Mr. and Mrs. Angelo, and Ginger Ottomano."

Angelo and Ginger turned to the guests, who rose to their feet, applauding, while Karen and George didn't. Angelo and Ginger had their hands interlaced as the processional music began. They walked down the steps before getting Layla from Mrs. Ottomano's lap. The small family walked up the aisle.

Salvatore offers his arm to Tiffany, and she laced her arm through his. I was up next, offering your name my arm, and she smiles at me as she laced her arm through mine.

"By the way, Squish, you look breathtakingly gorgeous," I whispered, as we walked up the aisle followed by the rest of the wedding party.

"Pookie, you're looking pretty caliente," she whispered as the wedding planner and his two assistants directed us to a small garden.

I chuckled as we got ready to take more photos while the guests had a cocktail hour. After about an hour or so of taking photos, we headed into the venue and to a small room to await introductions.

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The Reception....

Y/N and I are waiting with the rest of the wedding party. The DJ was hyping up the guests before introducing us. "Gettin' Jiggy With It" by Will Smith began.

"Introducing the wedding party," began the DJ, "Harrison Fitzpatrick and Laney Hilton," as they enter the ballroom. This continues until "Luis Martinez and y/n y/l/n." Y/n and I enter, dancing and laughing.

After Salvatore and Tiffani are introduced, we lined up to create a gauntlet: guys on the left, girls on the right. We raised our hands, creating an arch as the DJ began 'Celebration' by Kool and the Gang.

"Introducing Mr. and Mrs. Angelo and Ginger Ottomano!!!!!!" the DJ announced as Angelo and Ginger ran down the gauntlet and onto the dance floor, with the wedding party joining them as we all danced.

After the burst of energy we head to the wedding party table set up just behind the Sweetheart table for Angelo and Ginger. Y/N sat between Salvatore and me. To my left was another bridesmaid, Catherine St. James.

"Today has been fun," said y/n as she took a drink of water.

"Well, you certainly made it entertaining by putting Karen in her place," I smirk, as does y/n.

"That's why it's been fun," she laughs as she gives a sarcastic wave to Karen, who was staring at us.

"Y/N, stop," I playfully scold.

"What? I was waving to our dear Karen," she giggles as she brings the glass of water to her lips again, taking another drink.

I smirk and chuckled, "You are having way too much fun with this," I said.

"Moi?" y/n said, feigning innocence.

"Yes you," I said nudging her playfully.

"The bar is open," announced the DJ.

"You want your jack and coke?" I asked y/n.

"Actually, can you turn that into a piña colada? Because why not?" she quipped.

"You want two? One for each hand?" I chuckled, and Y/N's smile was like sunshine.

"Nice Garth Brooks nod, Luis," she chuckled, "but let's not go overboard, one is plenty!"

"One piña colada on the way," I said, kissing her temple before standing up.

I walked to the bar.

"What can I get you?" asked the bartender.

"A piña colada and Jack on the rocks," I said.

"You got it," he said, and went to work making the piña colada.

I felt a tap on my shoulder before a hand went down my back grazing my ass. I smirk thinking it's y/n.

"Cou-" I turned to see Lucia. "Oh, it's you. Never heard the term 'keep your hands to yourself'?" I asked.

"Oh you love it and you know it," coos Lucia as she took a drink through a stirring straw.

I rolled my eyes. "Maybe if it was y/n, I would, but you?" I raised an eyebrow. "Not so much. So what do you want, Lucia, besides wanting to grope me?"

"Oh Luis. Weddings are romantic," she coos as she runs a hand down my chest while I grab her wrist gently.

"For people who are together, which we are not."

"Oh, you're still on that? But silly, we are," she reaches up to touch my cheek, but I quickly step back.

"Don't touch me!" I said, looking at Lucia.

"But Luis," she pouts, "you used to like when I touched you." She steps forward as she reaches up to touch me again, but her hand is knocked away as y/n stepped in front of me.

"Lucia why don't you take a looooooong walk off a very short pier," sneers y/n.

Lucia scoffs as she placed her drink onto the bar "And if I don't?" she said stepping into y/n's space.

Y/N smirks as she expertly grabbed the nearly full drink Lucia sat down "I don't know you still might get a little wet," said y/n as she raised her hand and dumped the liquor onto Lucia's head. Lucia screams "next time Lucia leave Luis alone or you will be shoving a toothbrush up your ass to brush your teeth."

Lucia huffs as she walks away from us. Y/N turned to look at me. I chuckled, "You're a spitfire, do you know that?" I asked as the bartender set down our drinks.

"I've been told that," she remarked, as she sipped her piña colada, clearly enjoying the gossip.

I grabbed my jack on ice before kissing her forehead. "Let's get back to the table," I said, putting an arm around her waist, ushering through the stream of people that are waiting to get their drinks.

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After dinner, it was time for the dances. First up was the first dance. Karen nearly hit the roof since Angelo and Ginger chose 'I Swear' by All-4-One as the song for their first dance.

Y/N gives me a nudge and points at Karen, laughing, "She's gonna lose it; she's not thrilled about them picking 'I Swear' for the song."

"She's turning a nice shade of red," I chuckled.

Layla wonders onto the dance floor watching her parents sway to the song. Angelo and Ginger stopped and Angelo picked her up. They began dancing again. Y/N raised her camera taking a picture of the moment. I see the tears rising in her eyes.

"Crap," she murmured, using her cloth napkin to dab her eyes.

"You okay?" I whispered to her.

"Yeah. The moment just got to me. Lo siento," she said.

I smiled and said, "You've got nothing to feel bad about. I think it's sweet too," giving y/n's temple a kiss.

Y/N smiles at me before the DJ begins calling the wedding party. "Luis Martinez and Y/N Y/L/N," he called as I stood buttoning my suit jacket. I offered Y/N my hand, who smiled as she placed her hand in mine, standing. I led Y/N to the dance floor.

The DJ began 'You Had Me From Hello' by Kenny Chesney. I took y/n into my arms and we began dancing to the romantic ballad.

"Y/N?" I said as I glanced down at her.

She looked up at me, her gorgeous green eyes meeting mine. "Yes?" she said.

"Thanks for helping me out earlier," I said.

"You mean with Lucia?" she said. "No worries. I saw she wasn't getting the hint. No one comes after my bestie," she touched my cheek before caressing it with the side of her thumb, "I will always have your back, Luis."

"And I, yours y/n," I said.

"Siempre," she said with a smile, holding up her pinkie.

"Y para siempre," I said, hooking my pinkie with hers.

I bent down and kissed her forehead as we continued to dance. The song eventually ended and we walked back to the wedding party table as we watched Angelo and Mrs. Ottomano have the mother-son dance.

"Claude looks so happy and sad at the same time," y/n said.

"I know," I said draping my arm across the back of y/n's chair.

"I hope one day she can dance with you at your wedding, Sally," y/n said looking to Salvatore.

"One day, y/n. One day," Salvatore smiles.

"And I can't wait to dance the night away," y/n smiles "Especially with you," she looks at me "because obviously you're gonna be my plus one."

I felt my cheeks warm and knew I was blushing "That sounds like an amazing time," I said.

Salvatore chuckled "Y/N you're gonna be my best woman," he said as y/n turns to look at him a smile painting her lips.

"Really? Honestly thought you would ask Angelo to be your best man," she said.

"And have him plan my bachelor party? You have met him, right? God only knows what debauchery he would plan," he said. "You would at least take my wishes into consideration."

"Then it would be my honor," she said as Salvatore kissed her forehead.

"Luis, promise me you will be my plus one?" she begs as she turns to me.

"He will be a groomsman y/n," said Salvatore "He will be at your side," he nudges her.

She grins before looking at me. I raised an eyebrow, "Are you serious?" I asked.

"Deadly," said Salvatore. "We have known each other since you were thirteen," he said. smiles "I consider you one of my friends."

"Well then yes. I would be honored when you do get married to stand up for you," I smile.

"Fantastic," smiled Salvatore as did y/n.

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"And when Salvatore married Giovanni a few years ago we kept our promise," I said.

"And what was awesome about it is that Claude was just as happy dancing with Sally as she was dancing with Angie at his wedding. But Sally's wedding is another story for another day, mi amor. We got sidetracked," y/n laughs lightly.

"You're right. How about we skip to the garter toss and bouquet toss?" I chuckled. Y/N tilted her head up and smiled at me.

"I don't think they wanna hear that," giggles Y/N.

"Hi Demi Bennett-Adams. Pleasure to meet you," said Demi, extending her hand.

"Hi Demi. I'm Y/N Martínez, pleasure to meet you," Y/N giggles.

"I would very much love to hear about the garter and bouquet tosses," Demi said with a giant grin.

"You would?!" y/n teases. "I couldn't have guessed."

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"Single gentlemen come to the dance floor for the garter toss," said the DJ.

I stood up along with a couple of the other groomsmen, Ezra Grant and Jeremy Dugan, as did some of the guests. We headed to the dance floor as one of the wedding planner's assistants set a chair on the dance floor, just as Angelo led Ginger onto the dance floor.

Y/N and some of the other girls from the wedding party stood off the side of the dance floor as the DJ began Dancing In The Streets by Martha Reeves & The Vandellas. Angelo knelt in front of Ginger. Y/N covered her eyes as she knew Angelo would do something stupid. Y/N peeked through her fingers causing me to chuckle beside Ezra.

Angelo smiles at Ginger, gently lifting some of the material of her tulle skirt and placing it underneath. Y/N smirks lightly as she glances sideways at Karen, biting back a laugh as I turn to see Karen turning beet red. I quickly move from my spot over to Y/N.

"She is about to blow," I chuckle as y/n snaps a picture of Karen with her digital camera.

"I know, and I love it!" y/n giggles as I put an arm around her shoulders, kissing the top of her head.

"I can see," I smirk as she glances up at me.

"Luis, you can't tell me you don't," she says, elbowing me lightly as she snaps a picture of Angelo underneath Ginger's skirt. Claudine was cradling a thankfully sleeping Layla. "Thank God Layla is asleep."

I nodded, "Yeah," I said as I tilted my head. "What the fuck is he doing?" before looking at y/n.

"With Ange? I’m not ready for that rollercoaster," she chuckles, her smile making my heart do a quick tango.

I smile with a nod "That's true," I said as Angelo finally emerged from underneath the skirt with the garter in his mouth.

"Get your game face on for that garter! If I snag the bouquet, you’re on garter duty," she joked, giving me a playful nudge.

“Okay. Okay,” I said, putting my hands up as I chuckled, heading back to the group of guys getting ready to catch the garter. I stood behind them once Angelo turned his back to us.

"One. Two. Three!" said Angelo before throwing the garter over his right shoulder. I caught it. I see you cheer as it landed in my hand. Angelo laughed as I held up the garter.

“Now all the single ladies!” calls the DJ. The run for the bouquet became like a herd of elephants. I caught y/n as she was knocked off kilter.

“Thanks, Pookie,” she said with a smile as I set her back on her feet.

“De nada, Squish. Now catch that bouquet,” I kissed her forehead as she joined the group of single ladies.

I stood aside, watching Ginger shine on the dance floor to 'The Bitch Is Back' by Elton John, while Karen looked like she was ready to throw a tantrum!

Ginger faked throwing the bouquet a few times. A few of the girls knocked Y/N forward lightly, but she caught herself. I let out a breath of relief as I knew she wasn't hurt. When Ginger finally threw the bouquet over her head, it sailed right into Y/N's hand. Her mouth dropped.

“WOOOOOO!” yells y/n, holding the bouquet over her head. I chuckled as she ran over to me. “I did it, Pookie!!!”

“I can see that,” I chuckle.

“Now you,” she taps me with the bouquet on my stomach, “get to,” she taps me with the bouquet on the chest, a smile on her lips, “to put the garter on me!” She taps me with the bouquet on the shoulder as I put a hand on her hip.

“Better get ready,” I grin at her before Ginger and Angelo pulled us onto the dance floor.

“Let's go!!!” laughed Angelo as Ginger got y/n to sit onto the chair.

The DJ began playing "Hey Mr. DJ (Keep Playin' This Song)" by Backstreet Boys.

I began chuckling as Y/N blushes, covering her face as I caught her doing her "sexy dance" to it one Summer night in 1998, when I looked into her bedroom window at the Ottomanos from my bedroom as they looked into each other's rooms. I hooted, and she ducked under the window sill.

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“Please tell that story at some point!” said Demi.

“That was the summer of 1998; we will get to it eventually,” y/n giggles lightly as she sat up. “Babe, continue. I have to use the bathroom.”

“You okay?” I asked.

"Fine. I just have to pee,” she said, kissing my cheek. “Excuse me.”

I watched as she left, and I quickly turned to Demi and Matt.

“Where was I?” I asked.

"Getting ready to put the garter on y/n,” said Demi.

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As the bass of the song filled the ballroom of Serenity Springs, I began dancing, making y/n start giggling as she punched my shoulder while I got on my knees in front of her.

“Luis Berrios, you're trouble,” she shouted at me, but no one but me heard her.

“The best kind of trouble, y/n y/m/n,” I smirk.

She rolls her eyes before I kiss her cheek, and then I begin putting on the garter on y/n's leg. I felt my heart skip a beat as she looked me in the eyes while I do so. She winks at me. Once on, I stood helping y/n to her feet, and she began dancing to the song.

The DJ was watching y/n as she moved to the song, as some of the guys in attendance began cat calling and yelling 'Hey Mr. DJ keep playin' this song for me'.

“Dance floor is opened,” says the DJ as he began 'Kiss' by Prince. The wedding planner's assistant removed the chair, and y/n quickly threw the bouquet to Jaymes as he sat at the nearest table. Then, she grabbed my hand and pulled me onto the floor.

“I take it we are dancing?!” I said into her ear. She bit her lip and nodded as she began grinding against me. “Squish, remember our parents are here! Y/N, at least half of the guests on Angelo's side are your family!”

“And?” she asked looking at me as the dance floor was full of couples bumping and grinding “We are over eighteen!”

“Okay, fair,” I said as the DJ began "I Could Never Take The Place Of Your Man" by Prince. Y/N squeaks as we began dancing, and Y/N was singing along.

Salvatore and Jaymes joined us on the dance floor and Salvatore and y/n began hopping and bopping along to the song. I continued to move as y/n bounced back to me as Salvatore was to her right and Jaymes was to my left.

“Pookie let's have fun!” she said as we groove to the instrumental interlude of the six minutes and twenty-nine seconds song.

“You’re right!” as the song picks up in tempo before 1999 by Prince began. I chuckled as Angelo played this non-stop from January first nineteen ninety-nine to December thirty first nineteen ninety-nine, as he made sure it played at his New Year’s Eve party that y/n also was at.

“Sally, did you arrange this Prince tribute?” giggles y/n as she leans towards Salvatore.

"Duh! It's Prince!" laughed Salvatore.

“Your reception better be non stop Prince and Michael Jackson songs!” she laughs.

“You know that's right Mio piccolo tesoro!” says Salvatore.

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“That night went on forever. Poor Pops stayed until the very end. After all, he was y/n's and my ride home,” I said, as y/n had rejoined us a while ago but had fallen asleep on my chest.

“Mm. That was one of the most fun weddings we ever attended, at least until Sally and Gio's,” she murmured as she stirred awake.

“But another story for our Tuesday story nights,” I said, kissing her forehead. “But for now, I think it's time we go to sleep.”

“I'm kinda sad to see this story end,” said Demi with a small frown.

“I know but we have Tuesdays to now look forward to. So first Tuesday where will it be our place or yours?” I asked looking at Demi and Matt as y/n sat up and stretched as "The Most Beautiful Girl In The World" by Prince plays softly in the background.

“It only seems right to host you two,” said Matt.

“I agree,” said Demi glancing at him before looking at us. “Next Tuesday we host you two.”

“What do you want us bring?” asked y/n.

“Just yourselves,” said Demi.

“Mm. 'Kay,” y/n yawns.

“Let's get to bed. We will, after all, be saying goodbye to our guests tomorrow,” I said.

“Like we agreed,” said Matt.

And just like that, the story of Angelo and Ginger's wedding week was officially over. But Storytime Tuesdays was only beginning.

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I hope you all enjoyed the Another Storytime series. Stay tuned for more in the Best Friends Series. 💜🖤

[kaivenom]

Shanks fluff with sick gn reader im sick rn and theres nothing fluffy to read for shanks

Shanks taking care of sick!reader

A/N: i hope you get better soon.

Masterlist

I believe this man is the kind of person that when he gets sick he acts like he is dying.

Like, laying on bed all day and having to get at least two of their crewmates checking on him cause otherwise he would start to yell that his toes are cold and he doens't get the right temperature for the room or the food doesn't taste.

I mean, he is the worst type of sick person.

But you are always taking care of him.

So, when you get sick (mostly cause you were takign care of him) he tries his best to help you.

Preparing himself the food (with the help of the cook, of course), taking it to your shared room.

Putting wet rags on your forehead, checking your temperature, puting blankets, chaging your clothes when are sweaty.

"You don't have to be here, i don't want you to get sick again."

"Don't even say that, you take care of me and i take care of you... especially since i probably put you on this state."

You smile while he gives you a little kiss and binds your hands together.

He also tries to keep you on track of the crews news, telling you about the island you both are, getting you the medicine or even to the hospital on the town if it's needed, he tells you funny jokes and all sort of things just to distract you.

At night, you try to get him out of the bed but he clings to you like a koala and you can't get him out.

He regrets it on the middle of the night when he is getting all the heat from your feverish body, but still, he isn't going to let you alone and hugs you even stronger.

When you start getting better, he gets you cards and board games to play and starts allowing the other members to do visit you.

The crew had to survive without you -> the voice of reasoning of the crew and him -> the captain.

So they have to name a substitute cause Shanks is really on the task of taking care of you.

[universefcb]

Could you please do a Hector Fort sfw alphabet? Thank u!

↬❥sfw alphabet

Hector Fort x Fem!Reader

a/n: I'm really clumsy at doing these kinds of things, so I'm sorry if it's bad!

REQUESTED

warnings: No.

And sorry if there are mistakes, English is not my language.I hope this is what you asked for!

A – Affection

Héctor is not one for over-the-top displays of affection in public, but in private, he loves to hug you and maintain physical contact. He likes to hold your hand and pull you close whenever he can.

B – Best Friend

He's not just your boyfriend, but also your partner for everything. If you need help with something or just want to talk, he'll be there, listening attentively.

C – Cuddles

Héctor is a big fan of tight hugs, especially after a tiring day. He likes to wrap his arms around you and rest his head on your shoulder.

D – Dates

Dates with him are usually casual, like walks around town, trips to the beach, or quiet dinners at home. He enjoys simple but meaningful moments.

E – Emotions

He may be a little reserved at first, but over time, he will open up to you completely. When he is happy or in love, his gaze gives it all away.

F – Favorite Thing

Your smile. He thinks your smile lights up any room and always tries to make you laugh, just to see it one more time.

G – Gifts

Héctor likes to give symbolic gifts, like a bracelet, a shirt of his or something that reminds you of a special moment between the two of you.

H – Hugs

His hugs are tight and warm. He has that way of holding you that makes it feel like the world has stopped for a moment.

I – Intimacy

He values emotional connection a lot and enjoys quiet moments like talking before bed or holding your hand while watching something together.

J – Jealousy

He is not very jealous, but if he sees that someone is crossing the line, he does not hesitate to show that you are his.

K – Kisses

His kisses can range from soft and slow to intense and passionate, depending on the moment. He loves forehead kisses as a protective gesture.

L – Lazy Days

On his days off, he likes to lie down with you, listening to music or watching TV shows. He feels happier just being by your side.

M – Mornings

He takes a long time to wake up and hates getting out of bed early. If he can, he pulls you close and keeps you waiting until the last second.

N – Nicknames

His nicknames for you are simple but affectionate. Something like "love", "little one" or "precious".

O – Open (Open about the relationship?)

He doesn't hide the fact that he's with you, but he also doesn't like to overdo it. He prefers to keep the relationship more private, just for the two of you.

P – PDA (Public Display of Affection)

In public, he prefers subtle gestures, like holding your hand or putting his hand on your waist. But if you're with friends, he might be a little more open.

Q – Quirks (Manias)

He has a habit of touching your hair without realizing it. He also always pulls you closer to him when you're walking together.

R – Romantic (Romantic?)

Not the classic kind, but he shows his love in small actions, like remembering something you said or protecting you in any situation.

S – Surprises

He likes to surprise you with small gestures, like showing up with your favorite candy or taking you to a special place without warning.

T – Texting

He doesn't send many messages throughout the day, but he always responds quickly and sends audio messages when he misses you.

U – Understanding

Very understanding, always trying to see things from your point of view. If something is wrong, he wants to talk and resolve it.

V – Vacation

He loves to travel and would love to take you to see new places, whether it's a paradisiacal beach or a historic city.

W – Waking Up

He takes a while to wake up and his voice is hoarse, hugging you tightly before finally getting out of bed.

X – XOXO (Kisses and hugs)

He prefers long, enveloping hugs, and his kisses are often full of feeling.

Y – Yearning (Longing)

If he is far away from you, he sends messages saying he misses you and, when he comes back, he doesn't let go.

Z – ZZZ (Sleeping Together)

He likes to sleep cuddled up, with his head resting on you or holding your hand. If he is very tired, he may even mumble softly in his sleep.

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[creatie123]

CHOI SU-BONG/THANOS X PREGNANT!READER PART 6.2

Part 1 Part 2 part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6.1 Part 6.2

TW: miscarraige scare, no beta we die like Thanos

Note: oh wow. its finally over! thank you all so much for reading my story! I hope you enjoyed it as much as I had fun writing it. quick note I do not own any of the characters besides Celina. the writers of squid games did such a good job with all of the characters personalities and I know that I shifted them and they don't completely represent the characters in the show. that is because this is my own work of fiction and know for a fact Thanos would choose the money. anyway celina is my own character and does not appear in squid games! my requests are open if you have any characters that you want me to write about! I hope you enjoy the happy ending.

till next time

-creatie

~~~

I turn around to see Thanos and his group in the room. I let out a choked sob at being saved and throw my arms around him. He’s here he saved me, “Senorita what were you thinking? You could have gotten killed!” he exclaims.

“I-she-” words don’t form in my mouth so I just bury my head in his neck. “My stomach hurts.” I whisper. 

He pulls me away from him to look down at my stomach, “what happened?”

“I got pushed and fell on it.” I grimace, putting my hand on it protectively. 

“Stay by me the rest of the game ok? I’ll keep you safe senorita ok?” I nod. 

Leaning against that wall I feel the eyes of his teammates on me. I lean my head against the wall. My mind is fuzzy and I feel my nausea grow in my throat at the overwhelming smell of blood. I dread the noise of the voice over the intercom telling us it’s ok to leave the rooms. Once I step out of the room I am pulled into a hug 

“Thank you so much Unnie.” I hear 095’s voice say and a sense of relief washes over me.

I pat her head and smile at her. Returning her hug I give her a reassuring squeeze before letting go. 120 smiles at me and thanks me as well. 149 had a sour expression on her face.

“What were you thinking? what if you didn't get into a room in time.” she scolds me.

“At least we are all safe.” I cower. Just like my mom.

“Yes thank goodness we are all alive.” she huffs.

She gives me a quick hug before looping her arm through mine and leading me back onto the platform. I feel a hand loop around my waist and pull me away from 149 and against him. I already knew who it was. “I told you to stay by me senorita. What? You got a death wish or somethin.” he says.

“I just wanted to make sure my friends were ok.” I say leaning against him.

He grumbles his grip on me tightens slightly. I jerk as the platform starts spinning, I groan and lean over as the cramping in my abdomen starts again. “Please not now. Just one more round.” I whisper.

Sweat beads my forehead as the cramps intensify in waves every few seconds. The platform stops with a jerk and the voice over the intercom  yells out the number two. Before I can process I am being dragged by Thanos into a room. A hand grabs me before the door closes and tries to pull me out but Thanos shoves him away and pushes the door closed locking it. There is yelling on the door, people screaming at us to open up. I cover my ear. I can't take it anymore, it's all too much. I crouch to the floor, tears streaming down my face. “Senorita it’s ok dont worry the game is almost over.” Thanos tries to reassure me.

“It’s not ok, I just want to go home.” I sob.

He pulls me into his arms kissing my forehead. He doesn't say anything, he just holds me close, cradling my head as guns fire outside the rooms. I sob into his neck. The voice over the intercom tells us to wait while they clean up the mess outside. Thanos tries to distract me from the pain in my stomach and the distress clouding my head from the horrors outside of the room. 

When the voice over the intercom tells us it is ok to leave Thanos helps me up and leads me outside. When we make it back to the room Thanos gets distracted by his ‘friends’ so I go find my own group. 149 immediately swarms me asking me a bundle of questions, she checks my body for any harm. 

I smile at her wrapping my arms around her shoulders pulling her into me. The others flock to me too and I can't help but smile at the warmth I feel. I feel an arm wrap around my waist and pull me back against their chest. Looking up I see su-bong smiling down at me. I huff leaning back into him and let him lead back to our bunk.

“How are you feeling?” he asks, looking straight into my eyes.

“I’ve been better.” I say

“And how is?...” he pauses, looking down at my stomach.

“Ok I think. I need a doctor though. It’s been a stressful couple of days.” I sigh leaning against the wall.

“When we get out of here we will go to the doctor right away. We just have to hold on a little longer.” he says, taking my hands and trying to convince me.

“No, su-bong. We need to leave no. I survived this game… barely. But what about the next game? We need to leave. If we combined that money we could pay off most of our debts. We could get jobs. We can do this. su-bong please.” I pleaded with him.

I can see the wheels turning in his head as he tries to think of a way to get me to stay. I take his hands that hold mine and pull him closer to me. Resting them on my stomach I use my other hand and place it on his chest. “We created  this. It's ours, do you understand that? Su-bong we have to protect it.” 

He leans forward resting his forehead on mine for a few seconds before he wraps me in his arms and we fall back on the bed in a heap of exhaustion. “That money is enough. My parents will help.” I whisper

“You know they hate me.” he says resting his chin on my head.

“They don't trust you.” I correct him. 

He huffs, pulling me closer to him. I tuck my head into his neck letting my eyes fall closed and drift off to sleep. The hushed whisper that fills the room wakes me up some time later and I see the men in suits standing at the voting poll. I quickly get up finding su-bong gone, looking around I see him talking to the same people he played the games with. They look like they are arguing. I watched as 456 walked up to him and pulled him aside and they talked for a bit before he ran his hands through his hair and walked away.

Getting up I walk down the steps and find my own group pulling 222 into a hug before letting go. And smiling at everyone else.

“Unnie” I feel 095 tap my shoulder and I turn to look at her.

“Thank you for saving me.” She says, “I am sorry if you got hurt because of me.” she says ducking her head.

“I am just happy we all made it through the game.” I smile at her pulling her into a hug.

She returns it happily. We pull away from each other as the men in red begin the same monologue for voting since day one. We huddle together like we normally do, su-bong finds me and pulls me closer to him. I squeeze his hand and wait as our numbers are called. We started with number 001 this time which was odd. When it was my turn I walked down the aisle and hit the red button like normal and headed to my side waiting for the others. My nerves were spiking with each vote as I watched the numbers rise. The x’s were in the lead for now but that could change we still have about 20 people left. Even if we only got 5 votes for x we would win. I slowly counted the x’s. We were at four. With few people left. I fidgeted with my hands, as I watched su-bong walk down the aisle. 

His eyes scanned the vote board, then he turned to look at the piggy bank, and finally his eyes scanned over the room until he found me. I silently pleaded with him to choose the right one. His shoulders sagged a bit as he turned around and his hands gripped his hair, as he tried to make a decision.  I watched his hand raise and my heart stopped as the blue light shined throughout the room. Tears welled in my eyes as he walked over to the circle side of the room picking at his hands. I felt an arm wrap around me and pull me into them. We all watch in silence as the score has the x’s winning by one. If the last person votes to leave we win. But what happens if they vote to stay? 

We watch in silence as 456 walks down the aisle once he gets to the front he immediately hits the x the room fills with a red light and all the x’s cheer with relief that we get to go home. Finally. We are given instructions to wait by our beds while they get everything ready for transfer.

I sit by my bed, my mind reeling. Fellign the bed dip beside me and look up to find su-bong just sitting looking at his feet. "Please let me explain.” he says.

Letting out a frustrated sigh, “what.” I demand.

“My group. They didn't want to leave and threatened us. Our kid. 456 came up to me and told me to vote for blue because his vote would cancel mine. So it would look like I still sided with the blues while keeping you safe.” he says placing his hand on mine.

“You really want to leave?” I ask.

“I just want you safe.” he says.

I grip his hand in my own and smile up at him. When the men in suits enter again we both stand together. I grip his hand a little tighter and then go around the room injecting people and making them go to sleep. I don't know  what struggles wait for us when we get out of here but I do know we can get through it together. 

[askuhtredragnarson]

Hearing Gisela confirm their suspicions, takes Uhtred’s breath away. He is honestly stunned, never thinking that he would ever sire another child. An overwhelming guilt takes over him. She’s carrying my child…and I sent her away… I let the mother of my child wander the forest for weeks…

After Finan and Revna leave to give them some privacy, Uhtred pulls Gisela into his embrace. An strong sense of  protectiveness coming over him. “Gods, Gisela…I am so sorry…had I known I never would have sent you away…” He chokes out as tears come to his eyes.

“I won’t let him harm you or take you away again. You are safe here, I will protect you and our child.” Uhtred vehemently replies, as he hugs her to his chest. “Lady Aethelflaed and Aldhelm will be here soon and we will sort through all of this.”

Uhtred places a soft kiss on Gisela’s forehead. “I don’t know if any of your clothes remain here, but I’m sure I have a long tunic you can at least change into until we can find something else for you to wear.” Uhtred offers. “I’ll go fetch it for you. I’ll be right back.”

He quickly goes to his bed chambers to grab the clean tunic for Gisela to wear and returns to the guest room. There is a bucket of warm water in the room and some clean rags for her to clean up with. He hands her the tunic, then stands there unsure for a moment if she wants him to stay while she cleans up, or give her some privacy.

@theladygisela

The road back to Rumcofa from near Saltwic had been long and grueling on foot and harshly cold during the nights. Gisela had been stricken with some kind of illness, her stomach unsettled, but she thought perhaps it was likely due to stress and malnourishment. At this point, she was exhausted, and there was no telling how close to Rumcofa she was — to any village, for that matter. On foot it would likely be days, even weeks, before she saw civilization again. She wasn’t sure she could make it.

As her legs feel like they could buckle beneath her after a long day of walking, she decides to “camp out” at the side of the road. She builds a fire, and thankfully the Gods give her a raging blaze to keep warm, the only shelter she has for the night the hooded cloak around her shoulders.

@theladyofmercia @lordaldhelmofmercia @askuhtredragnarson @asksihtrickjartansen

[no-see-um-incorrect]

Your beauty never ever scared me~

-Doc to hush 

[cosmophalhemr]

“Someday”

[noperopesaredope]

Me: Ooooo, I wonder what this "Mouthwashing" thing is that everyone's been obsessed with lately. I should check some of it out.

Me, 30 minutes later: I would kill myself for you, Anya.

[daisonino]

he's just a little guy