#and then ☺️ we had to wrap her in a towel to hold her

[daisychainsandbowties]

https://movieweb.com/the-suicide-squad-star-david-dastmalchian-cat/

i only know that suicide squad is probably a movie but i’m always 🥺 for cats getting adopted. all my cats are rescues so yeah we have mcdonalds at home but with looking at local shelters or, if you’re me, having three kittens just show up in your garden over the years and SCREAM until you let them inside.

[kurooandkenmasslut]

May I request some fluff with Rengoku, please. I’ve been feeling a bit down in the dumps so I wanted to have some nice, sweet, fluff with my flame boi ☺️

Take your time with this, don’t rush!

have a nice day!

Omg ofc baby!!! I hope you enjoy :))

RENGOKU KYOJURO X F!READER

Mission after mission after mission after Misson. Your sure your crow got sick of looking at you because of how many times he had to come to you for a mission.

You yawned and stretched your aching muscles. Your finally going home after about a month or two, you can't remember and you can't be bothered to use your brain to figure it out. Your legs trembling with ever forward step. You missed your boyfriend, like badly. You can't wait to jump in his arms, sit and eat with him as he yells 'umai!' at every bite. You missed it, and you were ready to get back into it.

"I'm home!" You called out. No response. You sighed. As expected. He is the flame hashira after all. Your feet dragged yourself to the bathroom, your body craving for some hot water to relax your tense shoulders.

You got some hot water and filled the bath up. When it came to the height that you wanted, you undressed and sunk yourself in. It felt amazing. After so many cold nights in the forest, having some warmth in a while is refreshing!

After a long soak and washing your hair and body, you hopped back out, the steam in the room making you feel hazy. You wrapped yourself in a towel before opening the door and walking into the hallway towards your shared bedroom.

After getting changed into your pajamas, as soon as your body hit the bed, you knocked out.

You woke up to warm hands on your back, your eyes adjusting to the light, blinking repeatedly.

"Wake up sunshine! Looks like your finally up!" Kyojuro cheered. "..kyo?" You mumbled. "Yes! We are going to visit senjuro and my father for dinner!" Whoch made you jolt. "DINNER?! AT WHAT TIME?!" "hm about an hour!! 😀"

You scrambled to your room to get changed as kyojuro laughed at your panicked face. After you got changed and ready, you left your bedroom to tell kyojuro that you were ready. But what you didn't expect, was kyojuros big arms to pick you up bridal style, making you latch onto his neck with a yelp. He seemed to enjoy it because as soon as he knew that you were in his arms and secure, he started running full speed towards the flame estate, where senjuro and his father lived.

As soon as he got to the front, he halted and looked down at your dizzy face. "I hope I didn't go too fast, did I?" "No... no.. i-its okay.." you mumbled as you tried to get your head still. Kyojuro slowly let you down onto your trembling legs, holding his right shoulder for support.

It seemed senjuro seen you two at the gate because he ran out and hugged kyojuro tightly. "Welcome back, brother." He muttered in his neck. "It's glad to be back! I've brought (name) with me!" "Oh! Hi (name)" "hey senjuro!"

After all the greeting, he welcomed you both in for dinner since he was just finished making it.

"Wow senjuro! Your cooking skills are amazing! I just wish kyojuro would take the cooking skills from you since the last time he cooked he almost burned down the-" "UMAI! and that was a one time thing (name)!" He claimed as you giggled along with senjuro.

"Oi! Is this dinner ready! You take too long!" You heard a grumpy and raspy yell interrupt. "Oi! Kyojuro! What's she doing here again! I thought I said to get her out!?"

Ah, that reminds me. The first time you've met kyojuros father was not the best encounter. As soon as he saw you and froze. His eyes widened at your frame before be blinked and his eyebrows furrowed. You froze. You didn't even breathe. You remember in the pit of your stomach of how nervous you were, but you remembered that kyojuro told you that his father was.. a bit rude.

Last time, he only yelled at you, trying to hold your tears back. But kyojuro told him to stop, and thankfully he did, grumbling out the door and down to the town for more sake.

But this time, he tried to lay his hand on you, and this time, Kyojuro Rengoku, went mad.

"Get out of my hou-" "get your hands off her." Kyojuro sternly said, not only were you scared of his dad, but you were scared of kyojuro in that moment. He'd always had a smile on his face, no matter what. So seeing his eyes burn, glare, into his father's eyes, his hand tightening around his wrist, pulling him away from you. His smile now no longer upwards, now downwards, his teeth gritting hard in anger.

Kyojuro didn't want this. He wanted a family dinner with you, senjuro and him. Abd possibly his father. But since he obviously ruined the mood, the comfortable, peaceful, and joyful mood in the air has now fallen into a room where its almost like there's no air, tension think.

Senjuro was only watching in disbelief, shock, and confusion on why his father was acting likr this towards you. He knew that his father was violent, toxic, and cold. But he didn't expect and want this to happen to you. He felt like he wanted to collapse and press his forehead against the hard floor, apologising for his behaviour. But he knew that he couldn't do anything, if he interfered, he knew that he'd get hurt.

Kyojuro finally left go of his wrist. "We're going now. Goodbye senjuro, the meal was lovely." He said, hugging him before letting go and taking your hand softly and taking you with him.

The walk was silent, surprisingly. Whenever you walked with kyojuro, he always had something to talk about, it could be about his missions, his good recommendations, the hashiras, or some gossip. But the silence made you feel uneasy, so you opened up your mouth to apologise but it looks like he beat you to it.

"I'm sorry. It wasn't supposed to end like this, I didn't expect him to lash out at you, more in a violent way I mean. I expected and wanted a lovely dinner with my brother, and my love of my life. I'm sorry for my father's actions, I'm really-" "okay okay, I get it, you can stop saying sorry now dear." "But-" "kyojuro. Its really okay, I'm not hurt or anything. I knew that your father would lash out at me like he did last time, so I prepared for it. I can tell that he has a lovely kind soul under that angry face, I just know it."

Kyojuro smiled, and not it in his usual smile. More like a loving smile, his eyes having hearts in it, his heart beating loudly. He really did love you, he really really, really did. He'd give you his life and heart for you, and he knows you'd do the same.

"Okay, I know I already said sorry, but I feel like it isn't enough so-" "kyo! What did I say-" "darling, please. I wanna spoil you rotten for what happened." "Kyo you really don't have to," "I want to." You sighed as you gave in, you already knew that he wouldn't let you say no.

He took you around the town, some food stands catching your eye.

"Arghhhh I'm so fullllll!" "That's what you get for eating so much" "hey! You ate the same amount as me! How are you not full?!" "I've just got a big stomach!" You laughed at what he said. He really did have a big stomach, after all, he often ate with mitsuri, so it's not really a big surprise to you.

When you two got home, you ran over to the bed, flopping onto it. "Haha! Aren't you tired hunny bunny!" "Hunny bunny?-" "yes! I'm gonna name you that because you ate some bunny shaped ice cream!" "🤨" "😀😍"

"Do you wanna cud-" "cmere right now." Anf you two lovebirds fell asleep while he was spooning you <3

Enjoy! And please please please reblog this when you see it! It always helps and boosts writers blogs! 💗

This is not re-read so I'm so sorry for any mistakes! Stay hydrated and stay safe! <3

[bellysoupset]

sooooo what’s next for bella? 👀☺️

It's been fun seeing the meltdowns in my inbox, but enough is enough.

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"Hey" Lucas walked inside home, muffling a yawn against his fist and circling Bella, kissing the top of her head. She only leaned back slightly, so his kiss could be pressed to her forehead and Luke opened a tired smile, pulling back, "how was your day?"

"Tiring as hell, yours?"

"Same," he yawned again, walking towards the bathroom. Their tiny house was small enough that they could hold a conversation despite not being in the same room. Even sitting in the living room, Bell could definitely hear him as he stripped out the sweaty uniform and entered the bathroom, starting the shower, "have you had dinner yet?"

"No," he heard her yawn and then her voice got louder as Bella entered the bathroom too, leaning against the doorway, "I was waiting for you."

"Have you showered?" he got under the hot water, letting out a sigh of relief and Bella nodded, sitting on the closed toilet and watching him, seeming to be completely lost in thought.

While his wife wasn't as talkative as he was, Bella was not a quiet person. Luke frowned as he washed his hair, noticing how she didn't even say anything as he used her fancy hair mask.

"Everything alright?"

She was hugging her knees, chin resting on top of them and Bella nodded, blinking heavily, "just sleepy."

He shrugged it off, finishing washing up and wrapping a towel around his hip, walking to the sink and opening up the mirror cabinet, grabbing his shaving kit. Bella got up, draping herself over him and Luke smiled as he felt a kiss be pressed to the middle of his back, her cheek resting against the still humid skin.

He expected her to pull back, but Bella stayed pressed against him the entire time he carefully shaved. He finishing applying the after shave and turned around, wrapping his arms around her, "what's wrong, Bella?"

"Nothing," she cuddled even closer, nose brushing against his collarbone, "I love the smell of your after shave."

"I know," Lucas grinned, kissing her temple. He had to know, after the amount of times he had gotten jumped by her after shaving. They stumbled back to the bedroom, since Bell refused to let go of him and he struggled to slide on his boxers, almost crushing her as they fell in the bed.

Bella let out a happy sigh, sinking against the pillows and wrapping arms and legs around him, causing Luke to chuckle, "aren't we having dinner?"

"I'm not hungry," she mumbled, her voice muffled by his neck, "I just wanna cuddle."

He frowned again, but didn't pull back, tracing invisible forms on her back, "okay baby, we can cuddle," Lucas whispered, hoping she'd pipe up about whatever was clearly bothering her.

She didn't say anything, though, instead just slumping against him and letting out a relieved breath. In less than ten minutes, Bella was out like a lamp.

Lucas pulled back slowly, unhooking himself from her hold and pulling the blankets around her. He finished getting dressed and then tip toed into the kitchen to have a quiet dinner.

Bella wasn't a heavy sleeper, but she also wasn't a super light sleeper, and she didn't wake up with the noise of him eating and then brushing his teeth, quietly turning off the lights and joining her in bed with a book forty minutes later.

She rolled closer the moment he got under the covers though, letting out a sigh as her cheek pressed to his pec.

He was rereading The Name of The Rose, sucked in by the mystery, when Bella let out a little groan and rolled away from him. Lucas paused, glancing away from the book and closing it, keeping the page marked with one hand, while with the other he brushed the red curls away from her face and lightly touched Bell's cheeks.

It wasn't a surprise when he felt a fever. He sighed, shutting the book for good and scooting closer to assess the situation. Bella was still deeply asleep, brows furrowed with a bad dream.

Luke pressed a kiss to her shoulder, shaking her awake, "babe... Bella, wake up..."

It took her a second, but then she opened her eyes, confused "Luke...? Everything alright?"

"You tell me, baby, you have a fever," he whispered, going through their bedside drawer and grabbing some tylenol, "did you know?"

Bella shook her head, blinking heavily, "I don't want meds, I just need to sleep it off..."

"After the meds," Lucas said strongly, handing her the bitter pill and his water bottle, "c'mon..."

She grimaced, but obeyed and then fell back against the pillows, rubbing her eyes with the heels of her hands. He eyed her worriedly, frowning as her shoulders suddenly hitched.

"Bell?"

He thought it was a queasy hiccup at first, but quickly Luke realized she was crying. His heart sank, "Bella, hey... Baby, why are you crying? Hey..." he moved closer on the bed, cupping her face.

She let out another sob, curling up on her side, towards him and Lucas scooped her up, planting a kiss on the side of her head as Bella draped herself over him.

"Talk to me, baby, I can't help if I don't know what's wrong..."

He felt her shake her head, pressing herself even closer and Luke let out an unhappy noise, "what don't you wanna tell me?" he whispered, kissing her humid cheek, "what's wrong?"

"Ss-stop," Bell whimpered, her nose pressing to his neck and tears streaming down still, creating a wet spot in the neckline of his shirt. Luke frowned, but shut up, continuing to rock her, a hand open in the middle of her back, feeling the shudders wrecking her.

There were very few things that genuinely scared Lucas, but his wife crying was easily in the top three. It took a handful of minutes for her sobs to quiet down, a couple more for the sniffles to stop and Luke pulled back slightly, trying to get a look at her face.

"You don't have to tell me," he said calmly, despite feeling anything but, "just answer me if you're in pain? Is this your head...?" It had been a hot minute since Bella's head injury from October last year acted up, but he couldn't discard the possibility.

"No," her arms snaked around his neck and Bell squeezed him closer, "nothing hurts."

"Alright," He wanted to rattle her, but instead Luke slid down on the bed, so they were both lying down instead of sitting up. She moved slightly so her face was pressed to his chest and he pressed his chin to the of her head, planting a kiss there.

His mind was reeling, trying to figure what this could possibly be. She had clearly been upset when he arrived already, but not at him. So the problem wasn't something as mundane as him forgetting their wedding or dating anniversary, not that they had ever celebrated those.

"Lu," she mumbled, after a long while had passed and Lucas was half convinced Bella had fallen back asleep. She moved in his arms in order to look at him and Luke pushed a frizzy curl away from her eyes.

"Yes?"

"Do you love me?" her bottom lip trembled and he frowned deeply. In what world this was ever something to be questioned?

He was about ready to bite her head off, when Bell's blue eyes welled up with tears again and caused him to reevaluate his choice of words, "I'm afraid it's terminal," he quoted, and she let out a watery chuckle, causing the near tears to fall. Luke wiped them away, "Isa?"

"I got my period, that's all," Bella sighed, turning her face in order to avoid his eyes.

Lucas was more confused than ever, "you're not gonna convince me all these tears are just because you're sensitive today, baby-"

"No," she pouted, biting at her bottom lip, "that's what happened, I got my period."

He pushed her off of him gently, sitting up as his thoughts started to connect, "you didn't want to get it....?"

"No, I did," Bella frowned, seeming lost herself, "I thought I did, I don't know, it was late and I'm never regular so I didn't think anything of it, but then it was very late- Like two months too late... And I don't know, I just- I- I thought maybe-"

He felt dizzy, this was a conversation they should've had ages ago. A conversation even his friends had asked them and they had brushed it off as not important and here they were, finally having arrived at it.

"Luke, say something," Bella pulled back, starting to chew on the corner of her thumb in a nervous way, "I'm not pregnant, you can't blue screen on me-"

"I'm not," he said quickly, "I didn't know you wanted to-"

"Not now," she shook her head vehemently, "I want kids, but not now."

"Okay, we're on the same page here..." He frowned at her face, "but...?"

"But my period wasn't coming, so I guess- I guess I just thought it might be real and I was happy?... I even bought a test, I was gonna do it today, but uhm..." she sighed heavily, "I told you it was stupid."

"It's not stupid," he glared at her, "you liked the idea, that's fine. That's..." he took a deep breath, not sure he agreed with his own words, "normal."

"Is it?" Bell frowned at him, "because I just feel weird. Relieved, happy... But sad...?"

He couldn't relate to that, not really. All Luke felt was mind numbing relief at the words not-pregnant, but he tried to empathize, "I'm sure it's normal, Bell," he lied back down, staring at the ceiling and Bella slid down, pressing her overheated forehead to his stomach.

Lucas started petting her hair, letting out a relieved sigh. Against him, Bella let out a huff, "we'd be disasters as parents right now."

He knew exactly what she was doing, it was an act he had see Bella do one too many times. Shrug it off, i-didn't-even-want-it-in-the-first-place.

"I think we'd be alright," Luke argued weakly, "I'd probably need to go back to therapy, though."

She let out a small chuckle, which sounded more like a sob, pressing her mouth to his belly, "...When you say later, do you mean it?" Bella whispered, without looking at him.

Luke frowned, "Bell?"

"I mean it," she moved slightly, so she could look at him, "not now, but later and I'm being serious. Are you?"

"Y-yeah," he moved up to look at her, "I think so..."

"You think so?"

He thought of it, ignoring Bella's half heartbroken look. Luke was terrified of the idea of kids, he knew this well. He liked them alright and he was in love with the idea of Bella with their children, but him? As a father?

"I- I love the idea of us having kids, I'm just not sure I wanna be a dad..."

Bella let out a scoff, "well, I can't exactly ask someone else, can I? Vince's taken," it was a joke and Luke knew it, but the words brought up such a vicious flash of jealousy, he recoiled away with a wounded noise. Bella's eyes widened, "baby, Luke, it's a joke! It's a joke-"

"I know," he groaned, rubbing his face, "a poor one, though."

"Sorry," she bit down her lip, "you know you're not Kit, right? Just the same I'm not my mom? We're- We're building something here, Luke, breaking the cycle and all that crap."

He smiled at her, "I know. I think I'd be scared shitless, Bell," he admitted, then took a deep breath, "but there's no one I'd rather be terrified with."

She opened a smile as well, leaning in to kiss him, "me neither, Luke."

[rayrayor]

WIP WEDNESDAY

Thank you @energievie for the Tag

I have this on AO3 it is from Poptarts with Papa which is the second work I took a stab at in Galladads land. I am getting back to it just need the arc of where I am going lol .

Mickey called Ian but it went to voicemail. His anxiety kicked into overdrive but he took the time to ground his breathing and think in logic and calm instead of castrophe and awfulness. Lily had been a handful this morning and he knew Ian would push a nap time even if it meant they went down a bit later. Ian had not left a message that anything was wrong or he was overwhelmed, Ian was better , he needed to trust Ian.

Coming through the front door he heard the muted warbles of his two favorite souls in the world.

“ Punk where are you and daddy hiding?”

”Mick , we are in our bathroom , doors open but don’t barrel in.”

Mickey hurried to their bathroom slightly worried but comforted at Ian’s bemused tone. The site that greeted him had him thumbing his finger across his chin trying to make sense of what he saw. Ian sat on the floor , back against the cabinet. His socks were off , his eyes closed. Lily was facing Ian but when she heard Mickey she spun ( somehow too quickly on her bum)

“ Papa yous home. I keep daddy company!”

He peered into the room. Lily was shiny not her usually perky self shiny but actually glistening as were the counters and floor almost like ... oh she did not.

He heard a snort from Ian as the horrified grin took over Mickey’s face.

” Tell papa what you were doing when daddy switched over laundry Lily “

” painting bafroom for daddy”

” show papa with what.”

Lily proudly held up the new toilet brush ( clean thank the fuck) and pointed to an empty bottle of baby oil. “ not reach that daddy too slippery “ with that Ian dropped his head into his hands with a odd laughing bark.

” we can’t get up Mick, she is too slippery, I slipped and in a good day this would be hard for me, not happening right now. My phone is on the bed.”

” um how long you guys been here E?”

”About an hour and a half . So we had the lifesavers in my sweats, had our time out right here. We have done itsey bitsey spider 9 times and have had let it go sung to me more times then a person fresh out of a mental health clinic should have to listen too. What did Lily learn today baby?”

“ ‘pect for crayons ask daddy or papa before I paint.”

” Yep and what did daddy learn?”

” Socks bad on sip er er ly things”

At this point Mickey had to hold the door jam to stay standing as he laughed and fought to gasp air. Lily’s happy blue eyes watched him while Ian’s emerald gaze tried to look annoyed.

Finally when he stopped laughing his sides sore, he cocked his brow “ why did you not call me E “

He got the middle finger.

So after googling and calling Liam for a big bag of baking soda, Lily scooched her way to papa and was wrapped in a towel and set on the bed with seasame street. They sprinkled baking soda on the floor and cabinets. Mick threw down a beach towel and walked in it to stand , helping Ian up. Ian took Lily into the other bathroom to bathe her. Mickey cleaned up their bathroom, thinking how crazy this life was and so glad he stole that gun from the Kash and Grab 15 years ago.

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[cowboy-turtle]

hiiiiiiiii bestie ☺️

9 - marcus p

BONK! This is the fluff police, smacking this one for the heinous crime of how soft it is. Enjoy bestie!

February Fluff Prompt #9: “Shut up and kiss me.”

Pairing: Marcus Pike x f!Reader

Word Count: 1195

Tags: first date nerves, miscommunication (?), Marcus Pike being a consent king

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“Well, this is me.”

You can’t hide the sprinkle of disappointment in your words, having ambled slower down the sidewalk when you’d turned the corner onto your street. You’re in front of your unassuming apartment building now, Marcus slowing his step to turn back to you.

“I, um,” he fights a bashful smile, “I had a great time.”

You return his shy grin. “Me too.”

And for a blind date, you really had. Your friend Dalia was playing matchmaker for your sad excuse of a love life, but after too many failed attempts at introducing you to men who either talked too much about cryptocurrency or spent the whole night checking out other women, this was her last Hail Mary throw, her yoga instructor’s older brother she’d met in class last week.

What she hadn’t warned you about, though, was how attractive he’d be. Warm, friendly eyes that scanned the room until he spotted the outfit she’d told him you’d be wearing. Leather jacket over a casual white shirt, welcoming hands that engulfed yours in a handshake when he introduced himself. A decent amount of scruff accentuating his jawline, with just enough patches in it to make him look endearing. Not a single guy you’d suffered through first dates with could hold a candle to him.

The night slipped away the second he pulled out your seat for you. You’d never met an easier conversationalist, asking you questions about your life and truly engaged in listening to your answers. You started off on easy subjects, talking about your favorite tv shows growing up, discussing the latest museums you’d both visited, playing a rousing game of fuck, marry, kill over different varieties of French fries (Marcus was content killing curly fries, the audacity).

When you tried to mention something off-hand that faltered the smile on your face, his fingers reached across the table to rub across your knuckles in a comforting gesture. By the time the dessert menu came around, those fingers found a home intertwined between yours. You were still holding hands when he offered to walk you home, the restaurant Dalia had chosen for you in your neighborhood.

But that made the walk much too short for your liking, already home before you wanted the night to end.

“We should…” Marcus’s eyes search yours hopefully. “We should do this again sometime.”

“Yeah,” your voice feels small with anticipation at the close way you’re facing one another. “I’d like that.”

His face almost seems to dip down imperceptibly, his breath so near you can feel it fanning across your heating cheeks. There’s only a sliver of distance between your lips, and if you just tilted your chin just so…

A hand comes down on your shoulder, two quick pats. “Well, have a good night.”

Marcus steps away then, leaving you dumbfounded and probably looking like a fish with your pursed lips. “Oh,” is all you can say for a second before your brain can formulate the sudden shift. He has the decency to at least look sheepish, running his hand through the back of his hair.

“Um, it was great to meet you, Marcus,” you fumble at the front gate into your building. “Have a good night.”

Embarrassment licks at your heels, rushing you up the stairs and into the safety of your apartment. Had you read the entire night wrong? After a few moments processing what just happened, you turn on the shower to help clear your head, texting a quick update to Dalia to thank her for trying but it looks like you’ve struck out again.

The shower does help a bit, scrubbing off the night until you have a towel wrapped around your head and settled into your comfiest bathrobe. You’re snuggled on the couch, glass of wine in hand and an entire library of trashy reality television to get lost in when the front door buzzer goes off in your entryway. A quick glance at the time unsettles you over this late night caller.

“Who is it?” you ask into the tiny two-way speaker.

“Hey, um,” Marcus’s voice answers back, “could you…could you come downstairs?”

You don’t realize you’re still in your bathrobe until Marcus turns at the door opening, taking in the faded pink terry cloth you pull tighter across your body.

“Sorry, did I—”

“No,” you interrupt. “No, you’re fine. Is something wrong?”

“Um, well,” he lets out a nervous chuckle, “kind of, but not really…”

You stare at him. “Marcus—”

“Can I kiss you?”

That catches you off guard. “What?”

He steps forward, words beginning to rush out in explanation like he’s offended you. “It’s just, I feel like I fucked up, and I wanted to kiss you all night and told myself it’s too soon to do that. But then on my walk home I knew I was going to regret it if I didn’t but…”

His words start to race out even faster, and you’re amazed at his breath control. “God, Dalia didn’t tell me how beautiful you are. And funny and smart and kind and…and, and…and that scared me.”

Your eyebrows shoot up. “That scares you?”

“Because,” he sucks in a breath, eyes pleading with you.

“Because, I like you. I mean,” he looks away, shy. “I really like you. And I don’t know if that’s too scary to say already because fuck, it’s scary to feel.”

Your heart melts in relief. “Marcus—”

“And the last thing I want to do—”

“Marcus—”

“���is feel like I’m rushing you—”

“Marcus, I—”

“—so if I just blew my chance—”

“Marcus, stop!” You step closer to him, hand on his chest to halt any more concerns. “Of course I like you too.”

His face relaxes. “You do?”

“Yes I do,” you smile, “now just shut up and kiss me.”

The breath he’d reserved for the rest of his explanation rushes out. “Really?”

You tilt your chin up towards him in a coaxed offering. “Please.”

His cautious hand finds its place on your cheek, closing the rest of the distance as your eyes flutter shut. When your lips brush against each other, you both almost sigh into the kiss. It’s everything you’d been imagining all night, as tender and welcoming as he is. You break away for a short breath before he’s already pressing forward again, like he finds no excuse to ever stop kissing you save for oxygen.

But then a cough interrupts over your shoulder. You turn to see a neighbor glaring at you blocking the main entrance, brown bags of groceries balanced in their hands.

“Sorry, sorry,” Marcus stumbles out as he guides you out of the way. The neighbor struggles to readjust the bags in their arms before walking past you. Marcus offers a hand to them. “Um, do you need help with that?”

They only shoot him a look before walking up the stairs. Marcus looks so bashfully embarrassed you can’t help but laugh. The sound brings a smile back onto his face, turning to you once more.

“Can I kiss you again?” he asks.

Your hand finds his cheek this time, brushing the sparse hairs you’d been dying to feel all night.

“Always.”

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