#hahaha sir please you KNOW what the sweatpants do to us

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lmao i HATE KIM NAMJOON why is he so mean?

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[meetmyothersouls]

Heyyy💖💖! Can i have a fluff overprotective Timothée??!!

Yes!!! Sorry this has taken so long, and thank you for being so active on my account ❤️❤️ I also see your notifications! Also hope you don’t mind soft smut bc it happened hahaha

Touch Me, Please

Warnings: fluff, smut, injuries

*I did not proof read this, since I wrote it at work!!*

Timothee wheeled you out of the hospital, careful not to roll you over any cracks or bumps on the pavement.

“I can walk, you know?” You said in feigned annoyance. Timothee was always over the top when it came to protecting you, but now, you feared it’d be even worse.

“I’m pretty sure it’s customary to be wheeled out of the hospital in a wheel chair after surgery or any major medical issue,” he retorted confidently, “but you were just in a car accident and I’m not letting you do much of anything for a long time.”

He did have reason for his concern, five days prior, the Uber you took was involved in a 4 car pile up, trapping you inside the car. You were left with two broken ribs, several fractures, a few cuts to your face (requiring stitches) and a concussion. Timothee was already waiting at the hospital when you arrived and slept in your room during your entire stay.

Still you said, “you’re not letting me go anywhere? Seems a bit dramatic don’t you think?”

Your wheel chair came to a halt, causing you to lean forward and wince at the pain from your ribs. Timothee spun your chair around and kneeled down to your level, “you could have died, you know that?” He was serious. Dead serious, you smirked at the thought, but shook away your dark humor. His eyes bounced between the two of yours, shaking slightly, “so, call it dramatic if you want, but at least for right now, you’re not going anywhere without me.”

“Yes, sir,” you said, failing at the attempt to hide your smile.

A week went by and Timothee barely let you leave your bed. You finally convinced him to let you leave your bedroom, telling him that laying on the couch wasn’t much different from laying on your bed and there was no possible way an accident could occur in the 10 foot stretch of carpet between your bedroom the living room.

You already felt a million times better and you didn’t even need to use the heavy duty pain killers the doctor prescribed you other than at night, before bed, when the pain usually intensified and kept you awake.

Timothee laid on his side, his back pressed against the couch. You smiled as he patted the perfectly you sized space next to him and snuggled into him. Your back pressed against his front, he hadn’t cuddled you since before the accident and you missed his touch. You pushed your body into him harder, hoping he’d take the hint, but his arm never reached over to hold you.

You shifted your body to turn and face him, groaning and wincing in the process. “You know you can still touch me. You’re not gonna break me, Timothee.”

“You’re still in pain, and I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I miss you, I miss you touching me,” you grabbed his hand and placed it on your body while pushing one of your legs in between his, “we haven’t had sex in almost two weeks,” your voice was longing, and you really didn’t miss the sex, his hands, his everything all over you all of the time.

“Y/n…” he groaned as your knee pressed in between his legs lightly. “We can’t have sex, you know this. The doctor said-”

“Fuck what the doctor said,” you shifted once more, laying more on top of him now than beside him, “I want you so bad. I need you, baby, please.” You didn’t care how pathetic you sounded, begging for sex like a horny teenager. “Please,” you whispered again, against his lips.

He licked his lips and indulged in a kiss and then another, slipping his tongue into your mouth along with it. Your hands found the hem of his sweatpants, but he stopped you, moving them back tongue chest. You attempted to remove your shirt, but again, he stopped you, “y/n, stop trying to take your clothes off.” He breathed out, “we are not having sex.”

You sat up, running your fingers through hair. You nodded once before climbing off of him. You felt bad for being annoyed, but you were, and you tried to push away your hurt feelings. You understood what he was trying to do and he was right. The doctor warned you that any physical activity (sexual or otherwise) could further damage your ribs and land you in the hospital again…but that didn’t change the fact that you wanted him, and right now, at least, he didn’t want you. You stood, fighting back the urge to cry and without saying a word, made your way back to your room. Timothee tried to grab your hand, but you moved just in time for him to miss it.

“Y/n, don’t be that way please,” he called to you in a tone that suggested he knew your feelings were hurt. You heard his footsteps behind you, but even if you’re still somewhat injured state, you were able to make it to the bedroom and shut the door in front of him before he got a chance to enter. He came in directly after you and you cursed yourself for not thinking to lock the door.

Gently, you laid yourself down on the bed, wincing as your ribs pushed into the mattress. Timothee climbed onto the bed, hovering over your body, careful not to put a hand on your body. You rolled your eyes and turned onto the side that had significantly less broken bones.

“Y/n, look at me.” He said so sweetly you could have given into him right then and there.

“No,” you said, attempting to nonchalantly wipe a tear that had finally fallen from your eye.

“I know what you’re thinking, and it’s not true, so stop.” He fell next to you on the mattress, and for the first time placed a hand to your back, gently keeping you in place.

“What?” You asked.

“You’re thinking I don’t want you and it’s not true.” He kissed your lips and left them there, lingering closely.

“You don’t want to have sex with me.”

“Are you kidding?” He grabbed your hand and placed it on his cock. It was hard, likely from your attempts earlier. “You did that. Begging me to have sex with you. Don’t think for a second that if you weren’t still healing I wouldn’t take you right now and fuck the shit out of you.” He was rubbing your back now, underneath your shirt. His hands slid over to your side and lightly grazed your nipple. He smiled, and the shudder he earned from you.

His hands grabbed the bottom hem of your shirt and lifted it until it rested above your breasts. His eyes scanned your torso, and then went to your eyes. “You’re so pretty, y/n. You have no idea how lucky I am to have you…how much I love you.” He kissed your lips again, then traveled down, leaving a trail of extra soft and gentle kisses until he got to your breasts. He kissed the skin surrounding your nipple, then softly wrapped his lips around it, suckling gently.

“I thought you said-”

“No, y/n, I’m not gonna fuck you,” he interrupted you, pulling off of your nipple, heading toward the next one, “I do think, though, it wouldn’t hurt if I made you cum another way. Go ahead and lay on your back for me, sweetheart.”

You obeyed him, hiding your wince as best you could, in fear that he’d change his mind. His hands found the waist band of your pants and panties and slid them down simultaneously. He gently pushed your knees apart, taking his place between your legs. “If any part of you starts to hurt, promise me you’ll tell me.”

You nodded quickly, your heart beating rapidly as you watched him lick his lips and his head disappear between your legs. He ate your pussy, licking and sucking so gently it covered your skin I chills. “Oh, wow. That feels so good baby,” you moaned. You felt him hum in approval as he sucked your clit into his mouth. His soft lips made decadent sucking sounds as he lapped you up, “you doing okay, baby?” He managed to ask in between soft tongue flicks to your clit.

“Mmm, fuck, keep doing that don’t stop,” you whispered as your knees came up, “please, please, please, fuck.” You whined as he flicked and circled your clit through a pulsating orgasm.

His head popped up from between your legs, after licking you through the aftermath, subsequently, giving you a second orgasm you weren’t expecting.

He groaned and adjusted his sweat pants, adjusting a rather impressive erection.

“I can help you take care of that,” you told him, sliding your panties back on.

“Just let me take care of you today, tomorrow we can play more.”

The sentence alone making your insides quake.

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[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

WHO?

Prompt: “Can you do a mob!Roman Reigns x Pregnant Reader where they are in a meeting and someone disrespects her?” Requested by the lovely @purpledragon04 (I’m also tagging my girl @ziasaph ‘cuz she wants all Roman related stories...and I can relate babe! Hahaha)

Word count: Long-ish

Pairing: Mob!Roman Reigns x Pregnant Reader

Warnings: Mob themed related subjects(drugs/gun),cursing,explicit violence,mentions of murder,harassment.

Notes: I’ve always wanted to write something Mob!Roman related but I’ve never had any good ideas,until the amazing @purpledragon04 request this. I’ve had some free time today so I dedicated to write this.So there you have it, I hope you like it babe.🥰 Y’all know the drill loves,sorry for misspellings,english isn’t my first language (bla bla bla),check out my other stories if you’d like to(it would make your girl here very happy 😊) and if you’re comfortable with it,please let me know what you think? Some feedback is always welcomed and appreciated ❤️You can check out my other stories typing ‘masochist writes’ on the search bar on my page and my newest story as a fixed post.Okay,now let’s get to the fun part,shall we? Hope you’ll enjoy 😉

I woke up as soon as the smell of fresh toast and scrambled eggs filled the bedroom, I opened my eyes and saw my beautiful man holding a tray fool of food,shirtless and barefooted with his hair down,only in a pair of black sweatpants that hanged dangerously low on his hips.

“Good morning baby girl” He softly smiles

“Good morning Ro”

He placed the tray of food on top of the bed on his empty side and approached me kneeling on one knee,placing one big hand on my round belly,pecking my lips,looking at my bump and asking in a soft voice

“And how are we feeling today?” While he rubbed and gave light pecks all around my belly.

“So far so good!” I answered as I ran my fingers through his thick,silky,dark hair.

“Good” he pecks my lips “ ‘cuz I’ve brought us some food”

He got up and walked to his side of our king size bed,placed the tray next to me so he could sit on the bed.

Ever since we’ve found out I was pregnant Roman did this same morning ritual every day without a fail! He would wake up before me and cook himself our breakfast. And to be honest I don’t know how he could do it,for 6 months straight now,every single day. It mesmerized me how much dedication he had with my and the baby’s well being.

“What did I do to deserve you?To deserve this everyday?” I honestly asked while I pointed to the tray

He shyly smiled and I could swear he blushed before answering “Baby girl,you’re making a big deal out of nothing really,it’s a simple gesture that I like to do,because I love you and our little bundle of joy” He rubbed my bump “I just like to take care of you both that’s all...now let’s eat before the food gets cold”

I smiled and took a good look on the tray,there was scrambled eggs,plain toast and toast with jam,fruit salad,water,coffee and juice. I eagerly reached for the coffee when...

“Nu uh! You’re not drinking that missy!” He took the coffee out of my sight “I’ve made you some peach juice and there’s water.”

I rolled my eyes and let out an annoyed sigh before saying “The doctor said that I had do control the amount of caffeine I drink and not to totally quit it,you know?”

“First things first,don’t roll you eyes at me missy. Secondly yours and the baby’s health comes in first place,so that means no caffeine for you”

“But I-“

“There’s no arguing about it! Now drink your juice and eat your breakfast!”

“Whatever you say,dad” I scoffed

He briefly chuckled and said “Don’t you worry baby girl, later tonight, I’m sure the same words will come out of your mouth with a different tone to it” he deviously smirked at me.

I was finishing opening the last package with some of the baby’s items I’ve bought online, to find the one thing I was looking for. A romper with some beautiful and delicate flower patterns on it, with the saying ‘ I may be small,but I’m a one big wish come true��, the same words Roman said to the baby when we’ve found out I was 4 weeks pregnant.

I smiled and made my way to his office, I was so excited to show him what I’ve found that I bursted through the door saying

“Hey Ro,look what I’ve foun-“ I stopped talking as soon as I saw he wasn’t alone “I’m so sorry! I didn’t knew you had a meeting,that was so reckless of me to burst in like that,sorry.”

“It’s ok baby, it’s a last minute meeting, I didn’t even had time to let you know, it’s ok tho, I know you didn’t mean to” He smiled “Besides,we’re pretty much done here.” He stood up from his chair,made his way towards me at the door and whispered “I’m just gonna go grab something really quick,so I can give to David,then I’m all yours ok?”

“Sure,Ro” I answered and he pecked my lips

“I’ll be right back baby” And he quickly went down the stairs.

Personally, I don’t like David, as matter of fact I fucking hate him! He is one of the guys who takes shifts with Ben selling Roman’s product on the streets. And he’s a total pervert.

Every time he sees me he flirts (borderline harass) me, making disgusting comments about me,my body,my clothes..and since I got pregnant it became worst, I once caught him saying that he loved the fact that I’m pregnant now,because it would make my boobs look bigger and I would look so good that way. To say that he’s disgusting and filthy is an understatement, he’s the worst scum bag I’ve ever seen! I never said anything to Roman because I know David is one of his top guys and I didn’t wanted to ruin his business,but I swear that many,many times I wish I had told him.

David stood up and made his way dangerously towards me

“Well, well...what do we have here?Two beautiful girls” He reach his arm to touch my bump and a ferocious mother instinct took over me. I could take care of myself but I’ll be damned if he touches my baby!

“Touch her and I’ll kill you myself” I snarled.

It may sound dumb, since she wasn’t even born yet, to think that he could actually touch her. But he knew that to me touching a woman’s pregnant bump was as intimate as touching her baby. And he would never,ever touch my baby girl!

“Calm down mama” he chuckled “I mean no harm! I gotta say tho Y/N, you look as beautiful as ever” he measured me from head to toe with an aroused look upon his eyes and I had to hold myself from throwing up.

“You know I would give anything for that baby to be mine and not his right?” He approached me carefully

“Stay away from me”

“Calm down tigress!” He lightly laughed

“Don’t you dare to touch me or her! You make me sick!”

“I just wanna give my girls a hug,that’s all”

Pure fear surrounded me and I turned away to run,but he was faster pulling me towards him, wrapping his arms around my belly making my ass rest on his erection.

“See,how I get whenever I see you tigress?” He started to caress my baby bump and hot tears poured down my eyes making my sight completely blurred. I felt someone quickly yank him from me and I cleaned my eyes to see Roman on top of him restlessly throw punch after punch on his face.

“Have you lost your fucking mind motherfucker? You must have a death wish boy!” Roman said while he continued to punch him with such a ferocious rage that I was pretty sure his face was getting unrecognizable.

He started to choke in his own blood, so Roman stopped his actions, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and pulled the 9mm gun he always kept on his pants back waist. He put the gun nozzle on his cheek close to his lips and David started to cry babbling something along the lines of please and sorry. Roman just ignored saying

“Who the fuck you think you are boy? You live from my money, live in one of my houses, sell my drugs and still you think you can come to my house and mess with my pregnant woman” Roman dragged the nozzle from his cheek to his closed lips “And unborn daughter, under my roof and it will all be ok? Open your mouth” David begin to cry even harder “I said open. your. fucking. mouth boy!” He screamed and David slowly opened his mouth.

Roman places the nozzle inside of David’s mouth and continues to say scaringly calm

“What’s the matter Davie? I thought you liked to touch and talk obscenities to pregnant women. Go on now,continue what you were saying to my wife” David paralyzed “C’mon Dave, don’t be shy! You clearly have no respect for women, specially for my woman, or myself for that matter. So go for it, I’m all ears now!” The light beige rug beneath David started to slowly become a darker beige tone, was he?..

“Oh Davie, you filthy motherfucker, you’re pissing on my fucking rug???! Unbelievable! You know I’ll have to discount this from your paycheck right?” Roman was now laughing uncontrollably, he looked at me with amusement on his eyes

“Do you see this Y/N? David is scared...poor thing!” He continued to chuckle “Are you afraid to die Dave?”

“Yes, sir” David barely mumble

“Don’t you worry Davie boy, I’m not gonna kill you...I’ll just make you an example for any dumb motherfucker who thinks he can disrespect my wife or daughter..” Roman smiled

It has been 2 weeks now,since the incident with David. Roman has never once spoken about him since Ben took him out of our house.

I was in the baby’s nursery, organizing some of her clothing in the little lavender and white wardrobe we just bought for her, when Roman came through the door.

“Whatcha doing baby girl?”

“Trying to organize the chaos” I laughed,there were clothes and toys all over the nursery.

He placed one hand on my bump and whispered “And what’s my other baby girl doing,huh?” He kneeled down and nuzzled his nose on my belly, placing his bearded cheek on it right after.

“Oh definitely sleeping!” I chuckled

“I wonder where did she got it from?” He tried to hold back a laugh

“Uh” I gasped, pretending to be offended “Roman, are you trying to imply that I’m the lazy one?”

“No baby! I would never say such thing!” He smiled while pressing his chin to my bump so he could look at me with an amused look on his face.

“Yeah right you wouldn’t!” I laughed while I stroked his bearded cheek. He stood up and sweetly kissed my lips before going to the little wardrobe.

“Oh,this is cute” He said while holding a yellow dress with big black polka dots in it.

I couldn’t stop the thought that lingered on my mind for 2 weeks now, and before I could process what I was saying the words left my mouth.

“Ro, can I ask you something?”

“Sure, baby girl. Whatcha wanna know?” He answered still amused by the baby’s dresses

“What happened with David?”

I could see that his whole body tensed, before relaxing again. He took a small hanger out of the wardrobe, hanged the little yellow dress on it and put it back on the baby’s wardrobe before turning to face me,while calmly answering

“Who?”

I love Roman,although he’s a big guy and all of that I was never afraid of him, but I’ve never seen such a cruel, cold look on his face...and to be honest it was kinda scary.

“David...” I whispered

“I don’t know what you’re talking about baby” He gave me the coldest smile I’ve ever seen in my life.

“Roman...you’re kinda scaring me,love” My voice came out quite shaky

“Y/N, baby girl..” He came to me and cupped my face on his hands “Look at me baby” I did as he asked

“Y/N, I sincerely tell you that I don’t know who this David is or what happened to him. I’ve never met any David baby girl... You look a little flushed, why don’t we go downstairs to the kitchen and I’ll make you a sandwich huh? I need to keep my girls healthy” He leaned one hand down to my belly and the other one stroked my hair.

“What do you say baby?”

“Yeah Ro,that sounds nice”

“Good” He sincerely smiled at me and the warmth was back to his eyes “C’mon” he intertwined our fingers as we went down the stairs to the kitchen “I have to take care of my girls” He said while he looked at me with a smile.

That’s when I realized that whatever happened with David I would never know, and to be honest with you, I don’t even think I wanna know anymore...

[everybodyscupoftea]

can’t help falling in love with you

college isaac  x reader

christmas movies and cuddles with a hint of falling in love along the way

okay so the timeline is like they met in the fall, got together the next spring, and this is the christmas after. so like they’ve been dating 9-10 months

it’s 5 a.m. hahaha fuck. it’s a 4+1 format though!

(warnings: cursing, drinking, zero editing)

You had two problems.

The first was something you noticed early on. It was Isaac’s tendency to make himself small. Maybe not physically, but it was like he hated being too needy. You weren’t sure if it was because he thought it would bother you or if it was just a habit of trying to not take up much space, but you wanted to get to the root of it.

It took you a few weeks to figure out how to bring it up, and you really only did because of his reaction to a goodbye hug. You squeezed him tight when he left, and he full body shivered. Pulling away quickly, you gave him a concerned look, “Everything okay, did I hurt you?”

He smiled wryly and shook his head, “I’m good. Just needed a hug more than I realized.”

You’d had suspicions that physical touch was pretty high up on his preferred love languages, but he’d never said anything about it, and he kept his personal space relatively well, so you’d pushed the thought away. Maybe you should’ve just pressed it anyway.

That afternoon you promised yourself that you were going to be better. If he was too scared to ask, you wouldn’t make him, you’d just look for it more. Luckily, it was pretty obvious when he needed it.

The second was Isaac’s lack of experience with holiday movies. One afternoon, the two of you met for lunch between your classes. It was almost finals week and you’d started listening to Christmas music for the serotonin boost.

“You know,” you started when he sat down across from you, “Carol of the Bells hits so nice when you’re speed walking across campus. Reminds me of Home Alone and I feel like I can do anything.”

He hummed thoughtfully, nodding along, “Yeah, I bet.”

“You know what I’m talking about right?”

Isaac shrugged, “No, but I believe you.”

Your jaw dropped, “You’ve never seen Home Alone?”

“I never really watched Christmas movies growing up. We didn’t really do much of anything for the holidays. My dad worked a lot and my mom wasn’t there either.”

He avoided your eyes, and your heart sank. Over the months of dating, he’d pointedly avoided talking about his family. You weren’t really upset, it was his business and you figured he’d tell you when he felt comfortable, but the little references made you sad when he made them.

“We should watch some this year. It’s like a family tradition at my house to watch a bunch leading up to Christmas.”

You couldn’t help but notice his face soften a bit at the word family, and you were determined to make this first Christmas together great.

One: Klaus

Isaac cooked dinner, spaghetti and meatballs, with little to no help from you. Your greatest contribution was easily keeping his wine glass topped off. He was beautiful, face flushed from the heat coming off the stove and from the alcohol, and you couldn’t help but poke his cheek, giggling at the disgruntled face gave you.

“Cute,” you told him, pinching his cheek gently.

“Stop distracting me and put the garlic bread in the oven.”

“Yes sir.”

Rolling his eyes at your reply, Isaac turned the eye under the pasta off and took the pot off to drain it over the sink. Before pouring, he took a clean mug out of the dish drainer and scooped out some of the water.

“What’s that for?”

“Always save pasta water for your sauce,” he answered, pouring the rest out. 

Steam billowed up in his face and you laughed, “Nice facial I bet.”

“Felt great,” he deadpanned, turning back with the strainer full of spaghetti noodles.

Nodding enthusiastically, “I was gonna suggest face masks for tonight, but you might be fine without.”

“No,” he was quick to correct, “I still want a mask.”

Chuckling, you held your hands up, “Fine with me. We can put them on before the movie.”

“Thought we were going to eat while the movie is on.”

“No, I haven’t seen this one before so I want to give it my full focus.”

Isaac shrugged, used to your weird requests, and went back to focusing on the food. You hoped he would hurry, you were hungry and you didn’t want to drink anymore until you had some food in your system.

After what felt like forever, he flipped the stove off and pulled the garlic bread out of the oven. He handed you a plate, “Want to fix yours first?”

“No, you cooked, I’ll go second.”

Bending down, he pressed a kiss to your temple, and stepped away to start piling food onto his plate. You filled yours after and followed him over to the couch where he was sitting, waiting on you to start eating. 

“You could’ve started.”

“Wanted to wait, it’s polite.”

You rolled your eyes, “Guess chivalry isn’t dead.”

“Damn straight.”

-

“Okay but you really do need moisturizer,” you told him after he dried his face post-mask.

“Skin feels fine,” he told you, stroking his cheek a few times.

You sighed, knocking his hand away, and rubbed moisturizer in, ignoring the face he made in response. When you finished, you grabbed the hand you’d knocked away and pulled him back to the couch to start the movie.

“Dishes?” Isaac asked, sounding a little worried.

“Later, I’m ready for the movie.”

“You’re going to fall asleep, wine makes you tired,” he warned.

“Never.”

You pushed him down first and tried to position him the way you wanted. After a few seconds, and some amused looks from Isaac, you sat down on the couch, leaning your back against his chest, both of you’s legs stretched out across the couch.

Isaac always ran warm, and you tilted your head, pressing the side of your face into his chest to see the TV. He huffed out a laugh, “Comfy?”

“Very. Can you hit play, pretty please?”

He did and the movie started. It wasn’t noticeable how tense he’d been when you first laid down, but as time ticked on and he got more into the movie, Isaac relaxed. One of his arms wrapped around your waist, fingers pushing your shirt up and stroking rhythmically over the exposed stripe of skin on your hip.

You couldn’t stop the shiver and his chest rumbled with a laugh. Grabbing the hem of his shirt, you tugged gently, wrinkling your nose at the image on screen, “Bet those fish smell bad.”

“Bet she smells bad.”

Pausing for a second to think, you said, “You know, that whole town gives onion vibes.”

“Onion vibes?”

“I feel like it reeks. Bad vibes equals onion smell.”

Isaac laughed, tilting his head down to brush a kiss across your hairline, “Can’t argue with that logic.”

“Furthermore,” you held a finger up to emphasize your point, and he snorted, “it feels musty right? Like I bet it feels damp.”

“Well it is covered in snow.”

“But like, humid almost. Dank, maybe?”

Humming, he answered, “I think I know what you mean.”

You watched as the main character convinced the kids to pay him to send their letters with a frown, “I’m not sure how...ethical that is.”

“The evils of a capitalist society,” he said, and you nodded, chin hitting his collarbone.

“Ouch,” you muttered, rubbing it. Isaac brushed over your chin gently as if to soothe the pain before he brought it back down to your hip.

His warmth combined with the blanket covering the two of you, the wine you’d drank, and the movie playing quietly in the background lulled you to sleep, just like Isaac predicted. The music startled you awake once, eyes fluttering as you watched the sleigh almost teeter off the edge of a cliff, but his rhythmic breathing knocked you back out.

It didn’t seem like much longer later when Isaac squeezed your hip playfully, waking you back up fully.

“Gotta do the dishes, sweetheart, let me up.”

Yawning, you reluctantly sat up, stretching, “I’ll help.”

“You can go to bed, I’ll be there in twenty.”

“No, you cooked, I’ll help.”

He chuckled as you stumbled, reaching for his hand in your half asleep state. The kitchen light woke you up fully when he flipped it on, and you blinked a few times, bumping your hip playfully into his when he took up all the space in front of the sink.

“I’ll wash, you dry,” he told you, handing over a dish towel.

“Fine.”

It took less than 20 minutes with both of you working, and he held his hands out for you to grab after turning the water off. You took them and let him pull you through the living room to your bedroom. 

Pulling the covers back, both of you climbed into bed. He brushed some hair out of your face and kissed you gently, trailing his lips across your cheek to your forehead where he moved back to whisper, “Goodnight, lovely.”

Two: A Christmas Story

The weather was miserable and you felt so bad for dragging Isaac out in it. It wasn’t quite cold enough for snow, an unusual “warm” snap, but it was cold enough for the rain to leave a deep chill in your bones.

“Fuck,” he muttered, shivering, “we should get some coffee on the way home.”

“Yeah, something warm sounds fantastic right now.”

He drove to the nearest drive-thru near your apartment, and you cradled the latte to your chest as he drove the rest of the way home. The rain picked up as soon as he parked and you sighed, “Wanna run for it?”

Isaac nodded, “I guess. We can always change.”

Unfortunately, there were no close spots near your building, so both of you ran, splashing through puddles carelessly, just wanting to get out of the rain as fast as possible. He laughed at your disgruntled face, and you wrinkled your nose, “Gonna be miserable for the rest of the day.”

“You won’t. We’ll crank the heat up and watch a movie. Didn’t you have a list?”

“I do,” you brightened considerably, “we should watch A Christmas Story. It’s my dad’s favorite.”

“Deal.”

The inside of your apartment was dark and cold, and you flipped on a lamp, shivering. He walked to the thermostat, and you went to your room to dig through the drawers for clothes. Isaac walked in soon after you and you handed him a pair of his sweatpants and a sweater.

“Thanks,” he mumbled, starting to struggle with his wet jeans. 

You snorted at his frustrated face, “Told you to just wear sweats.”

“Never,” he swore, “only in the comfort of my home.”

“Oh,” you teased, “you consider this home?”

“Of course,” he answered, eyes looking slightly watery, “you’re home.”

Your smile softened and you held your arms open for him to walk into. Squeezing you in a tight hug, Isaac buried his face into your hair. You mumbled, “Good, because you’re my home too.”

He pulled back and started shimmying out of his jeans again. You were finished changing way before he was and sat on the edge of your bed to wait. There was a furrow between his eyebrows as he finally kicked his jeans off, and you stood to grab the pile of wet clothes to wash.

“Start up my laptop and we can watch the movie,” you told him, pulling the door shut behind you in case your roommate was home.

You started the laundry and walked back to your room, sipping the latte you’d left in the kitchen on your way in. Isaac was scrolling through your movies when you walked back in the room, propped up against your pillows, blanket over his lap.

The rain had picked up again outside, beating against the window near your bed, and you sat down next to Isaac, his arm coming up to wrap around your shoulder.

“Ready?” he asked, hovering over the movie title.

“Born ready.”

Isaac hit play and you rested your head on his shoulder, legs crossed in front of you. You couldn’t drink your coffee at the angle your head was tilted against his shoulder, but you liked feeling him laugh too much to care if it was going cold.

His arm around your shoulder went limp as he fully relaxed into the movie. At the tire changing scene, Isaac snorted, “Well isn’t this relatable.”

Biting your lip, you winced, “Sorry.”

“All good, hon. Not upset, a little funny even.”

Taking a deep breath, you nodded, “If you say so.”

Isaac’s other hand dropped to hold yours that was closest to him, and you smiled as he brought it up to his face to kiss the back of it. You squeezed his hand and laced your fingers together.

“You know,” you interrupted, “hand holding is the most underrated way to show affection.”

He hummed, “I think I agree.”

“You like holding my hand?” you asked, cheeky smile on your face.

“I do.”

“Good. Now you’re obligated to keep holding my hand forever.”

“Forever, huh? You sure you want to keep me around that long?”

Untangling your hand from his, you held out your pinky, “Promise, bub.”

He linked his pinky with yours and shook it. Before you could say anything else, he tapped your nose, “Now hush, I’m trying to watch the movie.”

Scrunching your nose, you grabbed his hand again, “Don’t shush me.”

“I thought you wanted me to watch this.”

“I do.”

“You’re distracting me.”

You huffed, “Fine. Just rewind.”

Isaac snorted and did as you asked, leaning back against the pillows when he finished. Cuddling back into his side, you couldn’t help the little sigh of happiness that escaped.

Three: Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer

Isaac had apparently been having trouble sleeping. It took you a few days to notice, but he came over for dinner one night and the bags under his eyes were incredibly pronounced. 

“Hey, everything okay?”

He sighed, “Scott and Stiles went home so the apartment has been lonesome to say the least.”

“Bad dreams?” asking was a tossup, you were unsure whether he’d actually be forthcoming with the details he was usually so tight-lipped about.

You were unsure if it was because of the lack of sleep or he just decided to let you in, with a hum, he answered, “Yeah, this time of year isn’t the greatest. Everyone’s with their family and I’m just alone.”

Nodding, you held a hand out for him to take, “You know, one of my comfort movies is on the list of holiday movies, if you want to try it out.”

“I’d like that. I like learning about your comfort things, makes me feel closer to you.”

You smiled, “I’d like to learn more about yours someday.”

“You will,” he said so matter of factly that you believed him.

He let you pull him over to the couch and sat down normally, legs out in front of him. You put the movie in the DVD player and sat next to him, stretching your legs across his lap. 

“You know,” you told him as the snowman started talking, “I kinda forgot what the fuck happens in this movie.”

“I thought it was your comfort movie.”

“It is. I watched it a lot as a kid with my sister.”

Looking thoughtful, he went quiet and started watching again. 

“The island of misfit toys,” he said, chin resting on his hand, elbow propped on your shin, “kind of dark for a kids movie.”

You laughed, “Just wait.”

Not too much longer later, he flinched as Yukon fell over the cliff, “The fuck?!”

“It’s alright, Isaac,” you told him, reaching up to ruffle his hair.

Pouting, he slumped forward fully on your legs and pressed his head into your hand. You took the hint and started running your hand through it, scratching his scalp gently. His chin stayed resting on your shin as he finished the movie out.

“I can see why it’s your comfort movie. Happy ending, familiar tale, and a little bit of romance.”

“Yeah. My mom used to play it while we decorated the Christmas tree.”

“You’re a big traditions person, huh?”

“Definitely,” you confirmed, “something to look forward to.”

“My dad wasn’t around much,” Isaac confided, “and when he was, he was mean. I wish I had siblings, but my mom left before she could have another one.”

“Have you talked to your dad much since moving?”

His laugh was humorless, “Fortunately, no. I moved and I left for good. I have no interest in going back to Beacon Hills.”

“So that’s why you decided to stay, huh?”

“Rather stay here with you than go someplace to see people not worth my time.”

“Do you ever talk to your family members?”

“No. I don’t think I’ve ever really forgiven my mom for abandoning me, and my dad is a lost cause. I lived with a guy named Argent for a while after my dad kicked me out, but he’s been abroad since I left for school.”

“How’d you know him?”

“His daughter Allison was my good friend. She’s at school abroad.”

You paused your scratching and cradled his chin, turning his face to look at you, “So you’d go if they were still in Beacon Hills?”

Isaac frowned, “Maybe.”

“Family is important, no matter if it’s blood or not.”

“I guess that’s kind of a moral in Rudolph isn’t it.”

You laughed, “Yeah, I guess it is.”

He sat up and leaned forward to kiss you. When he pulled away, Isaac smiled, “Thanks for listening to me.”

“Thanks for opening up.”

Four: Elf

“Okay but how often do they have free drive-in,” you pleaded, “and it’s a Christmas movie, and they’re giving out eggnog.”

“Personally, not a huge fan of eggnog.”

“Hot chocolate too.”

He paused, “You might get me with the hot chocolate.”

You snorted, “Well, you don’t have much time to decide because it starts in two hours.”

Inhaling sharply, he stood, “Let’s go.”

“Yes!” you cheered, grabbing two blankets off the couch to bring for when he turned the car off.

“It’s going to be cold, sweetheart,” he warned, looking at your leggings and hoodie.

“Yeah, don’t worry, I’m sure I’ll be fine.”

“Mhmm,” he raised his eyebrows, “we’ll see if you say so in an hour.”

-

It was cold, and part of you didn’t want to admit how cold you were, but eventually the shivers won out and you smiled sheepishly at Isaac, “Can you turn the car on?”

“Nope,” he popped the p, “I did warn you.”

You pouted and he rolled his eyes, an amused look on his face. After a few seconds, he lifted the console up and slid across the seat, arm out for you to squeeze close.

“Thanks, bud,” you told him gratefully as the movie started.

“I think I have a sweater in the back seat,” he offered.

“Nah, it’ll be cold anyway.”

He nodded and wrapped the blanket around you, “Offer’s open.”

Isaac was a movie talker, not that you ever minded, you were too, but you could tell he really liked Elf because he barely spoke the whole time.

Leaning into his side warmed you up, and you watched silently, aimlessly playing with his hoodie strings.

“I know it’s not the most prominent theme in these holiday movies,” he said, “it seems that shit dads are pretty common. Like, Merry Christmas to you and all your daddy issues.”

“Oh my god,” you snorted, “I guess you’re not wrong. You elbowed him, “Merry Christmas to you and all your daddy issues.”

“Thanks, sweetheart,” he told you, kissing your cheek, “I’d rather be here with daddy issues than be in Beacon Hills with a dad.”

Clapping a hand over your mouth, you laughed loudly, “I’m not sure if that’s the truth, but I appreciate the sentiment.”

“It’s true. You do mean the most to me.”

Your eyes widened, “Wow, I love you too.”

Isaac’s cheeks turned red and he jumped in surprise at the sudden yelling on screen. You pinched his cheek, and the best way you could describe the look in his eyes was fond. He sighed, “I don’t-”

“Don’t worry,” you reassured, “I know.”

“You’re too good to me.”

“Too good? Nah. You deserve all the good things.”

“So,” he trailed off mischievously, “if I deserve good things, does that mean we can eat only from the four main food groups for the rest of the break?”

“What?” you were lost.

“Candy, candy canes, candy corn, and syrup.”

“Fuck no. I know that you’re joking because I think the lack of cooking would do you in, but I still can’t stand the thought.”

Isaac laughed, “No, I wouldn’t, but I do really like this one.”

“Good. More found family content.”

“It is a theme.”

“The best theme.”

“I know you aren’t the most fond of reading, but I have some books really heavy on found families that I think you’d really like.”

It wasn’t the first time Isaac had recommended you books before, and you hadn’t ever taken them, but you’d thought, with all the opening up he’d been doing, the least you could do was take a suggestion.

“Give me a list, I’ll check some out.”

He smiled softly at you and squeezed your hand, “I will.”

Plus One: Home Alone

Isaac stumbled out of the Uber, and waited for you to climb out, “Come on, babe,” he slurred when you took a few seconds.

“Coming, can’t find my phone,” you told him, patting around the backseat.

“I’ve got it in my pocket,” he told you.

“Oh, shit, okay.”

He threw an arm around you and the two of you walked toward his apartment, “Fucking hell, they spiked the fuck out of that cider.”

You giggled, “To be fair, we both had a lot.”

“We did.” Isaac fumbled with the keys and managed to get his door unlocked after a minute of missing the keyhole. He grinned proudly, “Let’s fucking go.”

“Wow, a genius,” you mocked and he rolled his eyes.

“Just go change so we can watch a movie.”

Luckily, you and Isaac were both floor people when drunk. You went into his bathroom to take off all your makeup and change, and by the time you finished, he was flipping through TV channels and laying on a pile of blankets and pillows on the floor.

“ABC Family probably has a movie on.”

And when he managed to find the channel, Home Alone was playing. Isaac squinted at it, “I think I’ve seen this one.”

“It’s my favorite,” you gushed.

“We’ll watch it then. Lemme go change.”

Isaac left and you slumped back on the blankets, eyes shutting a few times as a wave of tiredness hit you. On screen Kevin screamed, and you jumped, waking up fully as Isaac flopped down next to you.

He laughed, “Comfy?”

“Could be better,” you answered, pulling at him until you could lay your head on his chest. He laughed and you tossed a leg over his. When you finally stopped squirming, you poked his chest, “Now I’m good.”

“What if I’m not comfy?”

“Tough.”

Isaac snorted, “I guess I’ll just deal.”

“Thanks for your service, bro.”

He focused on the screen, “How are these assholes not dead?”

You blinked a few times, trying to focus, “I don’t know actually. Like I would’ve just wanted to die after a certain amount of pain, right?”

“Head on fire? I’m noping right out of that. Fuck the houses.”

“Absolutely, hit me on the head with an iron and I’m gone.”

Isaac laughed, “Weak pain tolerance for the win.”

He picked up his hand and held it up limply, you picked yours up to high five him. It was sloppy and you missed most of his hand, but he grabbed it and refused to let it go. Kissing it sloppily, you smiled at him.

“Sap,” you teased.

“Only for you, of course.”

“Of course, I’d hope so.”

He fell asleep pretty soon after, and you took a minute to reflect. For a while into your relationship, Isaac refused to sleep over. You weren’t sure why, and it kind of hurt your feelings at the start. Eventually he did, but he always waited until you fell asleep first.

Home Alone played in the background softly as he slept, eyelashes fluttering, and you smiled at him. You traced over his cheekbones and across his brow bone, pausing when he made a face before tapping his nose.

“Stop,” he mumbled.

“No.”

You pulled him closer and entwined your legs with his. He huffed, “What if I have to pee.”

“Hold it, I’m trapping you here.”

“You can’t trap me, I’m bigger than you.”

“You can carry me if you must.”

He hummed, “Fine. Hopefully I don’t drop you.”

“You won’t,” you told him, confidently.

“Oh yeah, you trust me that much?”

“Mhmm, obviously,” you tapped his lip.

Nipping at your fingers, he laughed, “Why?”

“Because you love me, you wouldn’t hurt me.”

He froze under your fingertips, and you stayed quiet to let him work through it. Tracing mindlessly, you smiled at him, his brows furrowed.

“I do,” he spoke eventually, “I do love you.”

Your eyes filled up and you bit your lip, “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Good, because I love you too.”

“Good.”

~

day five of @obxmermaid​‘s holiday challenge: holiday movies

[ak8shi]

Sugawara + Bokuto: HQ boys as workout instructors series

Kuroo + Iwaizumi ver.

warnings: light swearing!!

Sugawara Koushi

After coming back from school for summer break, you decide to renew your gym membership!!

A ton of your friends have recommended taking yoga, so you sign up for a class, just to try it out

The class takes place on Sunday mornings at 10 am, leaving enough time for you to grab a light breakfast before class

You decide to pick up an acai bowl from your local smoothie/nutrition shoppe you stop in so often that the workers know your order LMAO

You decide to sit down and scroll through your phone while you wait for your order,,, but then the door chime rings alerting you that someone else has entered the small shop

You look up, making eye contact with the most beautiful man,,, that you’ve probably ever seen

He looks at you for a second with his light eyes, giving you a polite smile, then goes up to the counter to order a smoothie

Sis,, why are you in love already hahaha

You, wearing old yoga pants and an old raggedy T-shirt, no makeup on, hair messy: why is this my life 😔

One of the workers finally calls your order number, and you go to grab it from the counter before you make a fool out of yourself in front of this angelic man

You scarf down your breakfast in your car, making it to the gym twenty minutes before your class begins

Tidying your appearance a bit, you pull your hair up and tie your large shirt before walking into the yoga studio

You, seeing the beautiful man from the smoothie shop at the front of the class: ☺️wow☺️my luck☺️

He hasn’t seen you yet since you decided to set up at a mat in the back, but the man addresses the class,

“Good morning everyone, my name is Suga and I’m going to be your instructor today! Please make sure you are stretching in the meantime before we officially begin!”

He gives everyone the biggest, most glowing smile UGH

Oh so he’s ANGELIC angelic,,,,, yet sexy somehow

As you begin stretching, he starts walking around to see if anyone needs help and he’s coming towards you dear god

Suga’s face lights up, obviously recognizing you from the smoothie shop

Him, the best boy, smiling down at you: hey! Do you need any help stretching? Also, I didn’t catch your name this morning at the smoothie place :))

You: It’s y/n, & you can do more than help me stretch <3

Asaksjajaksjk anyways,, he gently guides you through some simple stretches, pushing on your back lightly and guiding you (with your permission ofc)

You don’t notice, but from an outside pov he’s kind of a blushing mess

Finally, he goes back up to the front he suddenly remembers he has a class to teach

Suga’s class consists of extremely calming music, Jack Johnson, and nature noises !! relaxing king

The class is so refreshing and not what you expected at all, also Suga’s AMAZING?? And so flexible

It’s super enjoyable because he has all these little tricks to do difficult movements and poses, and he adds in little comments about things dadknsdf

Suga: move your arms as low as possible, even lower than your standards for men ladies

After the class finishes, you feel amazing and energized, dare I say life changing ,

A few weeks pass, and you’ve gone to every yoga class that he’s put on; he’s just that good

He comes over to talk to you at your mat before every class, making casual conversation

Him: hey, are you coming to my class next week? If you don’t I have an event planned 🤬

You: Is that a threat

Him: ..

He’s TEW MUCH LMAO very witty but so loveable :(( honestly how could you not have a crush on this pretty boy

You literally have no idea that he looks forward to teaching the class now, just because he’s able to see you

Oblivious, you kind of accept the fact that you really like him, but almost every woman in the studio OGLES over him so you try not to get your hopes up

One day before class, you stop into the smoothie shop, and he’s already standing there in the shop, hands shoved into his Lulu Lemon shorts,,,, looking so unbelievably handsome

Him: finally, I can buy you a drink

You: over my dead body sweetie ☺️

After fighting in the shop like the idiots you are,, you give in and allow him to pay for your smoothie

Suga: Look, I already know what to order for you, that’s how well I know my favorite yoga student ;)

You: …I’m allergic to peanut butter

Him: Heart’s 💔 been broke so many times-

LMAO anyways, he let’s you order and before you can get into your car to head over to the gym, he gently grabs your arm to stop you

“I know we don’t know each other super well… but I really like you and think you’re beautiful. Would you want to go out with me sometime, like not at the gym?”

DJDJDOID HE LOOKS SO NERVOUS PLEASE !!!

Ugh his genuineness is so attractive to you, of course you say yes, causing a huge smile to cover his face

You: I’ll race you to the gym, if I win you buy my smoothie again next week

Suga: deal

Suga also that day: gets a speeding ticket and is late to class

Bokuto Koutarou

So your university gym offers a large variety of classes, including an extremely popular class called Hip Hop Fitness,,, you see where I’m going with this

You sign up with your friends for a Wednesday night class, thinking it would just be nice to destress since midterms are over

You and your gals carpool to the gym together, and you walk into the dance studio,, there’s already music playing super loudly,

Immediately your eyes as well as everyone else’s are drawn to the man standing in front of the studio mirror, adorned in sweatpants and a black tee-shirt

“hEy welcome to Hip-Hop!! I’m Bokuto, thank you for showing up tonight!”

He is so damn loud I’m howling

It’s hilarious because he literally looks like a frat dude, like super buff and intimidating, but his personality and teaching position says otherwise

He stops the other music from playing and puts on his playlist, asking everyone to stand up from the wooden floors

“Okay everyone, I have a few rules; number one, follow me. Number two, give it your all, and number three, you better be throwing it back with me. Let’s get it.”

He turns on his playlist and its Nicki LMAOO you are on the ground

The playlist consists of a lot of female rappers and singers, also remixes of pop songs, in other words it’s IMMACULATE for dancing

He is SO charismatic and HOT, you can’t take your eyes off him; He’s amazing at dancing ok but you’re sweating by the time the second song comes on

He’s the type of instructor that yells things out, “OKAY I see YOU,” “AYYEE” LMAOSJDMS ,,, he literally gets himself and others so hyped up

However,,,  it seems like he hovers around you a lot throughout the class, trying to dance with you

Your friends: sis…

You, oblivious: ???

Bokuto: 🔍👀 a crumb,,, ma’am ?

Him, yelling over the music: what’s your name????

You tell him, not thinking anything of it, but then he drags you up to the front and starts throwing it back thick king

You try to keep up with him,,, but we all know he’s untouchable when it comes to cake, LMAO

By the end of the class, you are EXHAUSTED, it truly was a workout

Bokuto is still energized and looks like he could do another class though

He says bye to everyone, and you leave the class not really expecting to see your little crush again

BUT

..

Around a week later you’re walking to the library on campus, and you’re scrolling through your music library to find the perfect song to listen to on your walk

You literally still can not stop thinking about Bokuto, he’s just an unforgettable person truthfully

Someone kind of bumps into you, and you look up ready to apologize, but when you look up you are met with Bokuto’s amber eyes

He’s with another super tall, black haired dude with piercing blue eyes, who he doesn’t even introduce lmao poor akaashi

He’s so happy to see you again I would die for him

Him: I wanted to talk to you after the class but I couldn’t find you ! I guess its kind of like fate bringing us together again, AKAASHI,,, this is the girl I was telling you about

You, a mess: sir you own my entire heart already

Him:

Him: I need to take you out IMMEDIATELY rip your study plans and Keiji getting ditched

He grabs your hand, dragging you to the coffee shop located just off campus

He is so eccentric and fun-loving, his personality is everything you thought it would be ++more !!

He definitely guilts you into going to his classes ,, but I mean are you really losing here

You get to see a sweaty Bokuto, dance with your crush, and then he usually takes you out to get ice cream after because fuck a diet ! He doesn’t believe in that bullshit

He’s so proud of meeting you through his class, he brags about it to everyone,,

Bokuto: yeah😌 she fell for how much ass I have

Kuroo: k... literally I didn’t ask

[hey-its-ellice]

Jimmy Vesey- I can do it myself.

Request: Could you do an imagine where the reader sprains her knee while playing street hockey, and so her boyfriend, Jimmy Vesey freaks out and doesn’t let her do anything herself and just takes care of her? Thank you ❤ Author note: Hey! So I’m ver unsure about this one. I had writes block like the whole time. So, I’m sorry that it took so long. Please let me know if you like it! —————————————-

“So, the tests show that you have sprained your knee. You will need to take it easy for a while. Limit your walking. Ice and elevate it. But only keep the ice on for about twenty minutes, do that for ever hour you are awake.” The doctor said reading from the paper, then handing it to me.

“Also, you can’t drive.” The doctor says before getting a nurse to bring a wheel chair.

I take this time to call Jimmy.

“Hey baby, how are you?” Jimmy asks through the phone.

“I’m okay, umm…I need you to pick me up.”

“Okay, where are you?”

“I’m uh… at the hospital.”

“What happened? Are you okay?”

“Depends on what you classify as okay.” I mumble.

“What happened?” He asks. The noise of a door closing behind him in the background.

“I sprained my knee.” I mumble.

“You did what?!” Jimmy exclaims into the phone.

“I um…..well you see, I was playing street hockey and I umm, well, I kinda fell. The fall just so happened to be on my knee and someone else’s body weight was added, but I’m good. Love you!” I exclaim quickly hanging up the phone.

I know how protective Jimmy can get so I rushed out what I needed to tell him.

Then again, knowing him he is probably already on his way to my house since he goes straight there on mondays and Thursday’s since it’s the only day that we are normally off work.

Though As cute and caring as he is, he can kinda be like an overprotective mother at times.

I’m broken out of my thoughts when the door to the examination room open. Entering is the nurse followed by Jimmy.

“I’ll help her out you guys don’t need to put her in a wheel chair.” Jimmy says.

“We cannot allow that sir. You can push your wife in the chair if you want to though.” The nurse says. My face turning bright red when she says wife. It gets even redder when Jimmy doesn’t correct the nurse.

“Come on hunny.” Jimmy says, with a cocky smile and while exaggerating the word ‘hunny’, as he lifts me into the chair.

“I can walk from here.” I say bracing myself to get up and grab my crutches from Jimmy.

“Nope, you are not walking.”

“I wasn’t gonna walk I was gonna use my crutches.” I reply as I start to stand up.

“Baby, stop. Your gonna hurt yourself.” Jimmy says softly as he keeps rolling me toward the car.

“Babe, I can get into the car by myself.” I insist when he tries to pick me up to put me in the passengers seat.

“Doctor said you have to rest and avoid using it. So, your not gonna use it or those crutches when I’m around.” He says as he grabs me out of he chair and gently sets me down. Buckling my seat belt for me then closing the door.

“Jimmy so love you. I really do. But you know I can still use my arms right?” I ask cocking my eyebrow at him.

“I know. But, your my girl and your injured. Your not gonna do anything for yourself till your healed.” He says as we pull up to a red light. Here he decides to kiss me. His warm lips on mine as his hand cups my cheek.

We are only broken apart when a car behind us honks.

“Jimmy, my house was the other way.” I say as he turns down his road instead of mine.

“I know, I want you to stay with me till your healed. I don’t want you to get hurt any worse.” He says glancing at me as he pulls into his drive way.

“As long as it’s okay with you.” He adds quickly.

“It’s fine with me, but I don’t have any clothes.” I reply adjusting in my seat.

“You can wear some of mine?” He says getting out of the car and coming to my side. Though he did make it sound more like a question.

“Okay.” I reply as he lifts me up to carry me inside. My crutches left in the car.

“alright, I’m gonna go get you an ice pack and some pillows, okay?” Jimmy says as he softly lays me on our bed. Also placing clothes for me. Which include a pair of his grey sweatpants and one of his old hockey t-shirts.

I change and Jimmy comes in with the ice pack, pillows, and two bottles of water.

He gently places the ice back on my now elevated knee, careful not to put to much pressure on it.

“Come cuddle with me.” I say as I reach out for him while he is sitting by my knees on the bed.

“Okay, just let me make sure your ice pack won’t move to much, alright?” He asks softly as he move the ice pack so it is placed securely on my knee.

“How is your knee feeling?” He asks as he crawls into bed next to me.

“Cold.” I reply.

“Hahaha, very funny.” He says sarcastically with a smirk. Jimmy also wraps me in his arms so we are now cuddling.

“Jim?” I ask after a few second of silence.

“What’s up?” He asks his voice soft and caring.

“Can you please pass me one of the waters?” I ask pointing to the waters that are sitting on his nightstand.

“Sure thing baby.” He says reaching over and grabbing one, taking the flimsy plastic lid off before handing me the water. I take a quick swig before getting the cap from Jimmy and putting the water bottle on my nightstand.

“Babe?” Jimmy asks getting my attention.

“Yeah?”

“I’m never letting you play street hockey with out me there again. You know that right?”

“You know I’m going to play anyway, right?” I ask slightly mocking him.

“Babe, I don’t like seeing you hurt.” Jimmy says as he kisses my head.

“I don’t like seeing you hurt either, but we both play a sport where that’s gonna happen.” I reply kissing his chin.

“I love you baby.” Jimmy says once again breaking the silence between us. While also waking me up from my half asleep state.

“I love you to Jimmy bean.” I reply with a lazy smirk, letting sleep take over.

[crazzzymegan]

1. Who was the last person you held hands with? My daughter

2. Are you outgoing or shy? Both

3. Who are you looking forward to seeing?

4. Are you easy to get along with? I think so

5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you? Absolutely

6. What kind of people are you attracted to? Idiots ;)

7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now? Yes

8. Who from the opposite gender is on your mind? Husband, son

9. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable? Depends with who

10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with? Probably Michael

11. What does the most recent text that you sent say? Well clearly before wasn’t working with never seeing him so that doesn’t make sense.

12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now? All the country

13. Do you like it when people play with your hair? Sure

14. Do you believe in luck and miracles? Absolutely

15. What good thing happened this summer? Hasn’t began yet

16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again? Always

17. Do you think there is life on other planets? Could be

18. Do you still talk to your first crush? Nope

19. Do you like bubble baths? Yes. Even better when I can get one ALONE. No toddlers.

20. Do you like your neighbors? No no no

21. What are you bad habits? Driving Michael crazy

22. Where would you like to travel? Disneyworld

23. Do you have trust issues? Ish

24. Favorite part of your daily routine? BED.

25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with? Ehh

26. What do you do when you wake up? Feed the baby

27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker? Tan please

28. Who are you most comfortable around? Family

29. Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up? 99% have :)))

30. Do you ever want to get married? Yes!!

31. If your hair long enough for a pony tail? Always???

32. Which celebrities would you have a threesome with? 😉

33. Spell your name with your chin. McgZ.

34. Do you play sports? What sports? Nope

35. Would you rather live without TV or music? Tv

36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them? Duh

37. What do you say during awkward silences? Anything

38. Describe your dream girl/guy? Fluffy, wet nose, furry paws

39. What are your favorite stores to shop in? Winco! Target!

40. What do you want to do after high school? Oh man I’m long past that

41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance? No

42. If your being extremely quiet what does it mean? Content

43. Do you smile at strangers? I do!

44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean? Ocean please

45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning? Kids

46. What are you paranoid about? Someone breaking into my house, seriously my neighbor goes up their steps and it sounds like mine

47. Have you ever been high? Yes

48. Have you ever been drunk?yes

49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about? Yes

50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore? Black

51. Ever wished you were someone else? That would be cool. Temporarily

52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself? To not be sick

53. Favourite makeup brand? I’m not big on makeup

54. Favourite store? Target

55. Favourite blog? All that I follow

56. Favourite colour? Purple

57. Favourite food? Burritos

58. Last thing you ate? Crescent roll

59. First thing you ate this morning? Waffle

60. Ever won a competition? For what? Oh yes. Pygmy goats, pigs, steers, belt buckles 🙌🏻

Gymnastics, plenty from school, and 4H

61. Been suspended/expelled? For what? No

62. Been arrested? For what? No

63. Ever been in love? Yes

64. Tell us the story of your first kiss? He was already on the time out bench, I thought I’d join him.

65. Are you hungry right now? Kinda

66. Do you like your tumblr friends more than your real friends? Haha

67. Facebook or Twitter? Fb

68. Twitter or Tumblr? Tumblr

69. Are you watching tv right now? No

70. Names of your bestfriends? Too many

71. Craving something? What? Cookies

72. What colour are your towels? I have many

72. How many pillows do you sleep with? Two, not that I ever end up using one though, just a small bunched up blanket. I’m strange.

73. Do you sleep with stuffed animals? No I gave them all to my daughter. She’s has the problem now not me!

74. How many stuffed animals do you think you have? My daughter has too many

75. Favourite animal? Cow

76. What colour is your underwear? N/A

77. Chocolate or Vanilla? Both

78. Favourite ice cream flavour? All the chocolate

79. What colour shirt are you wearing? Black tank top

80. What colour pants? Coke shorts

81. Favourite tv show? Chicago Fire/ PD

82. Favourite movie? DISNEY

83. Mean Girls or Mean Girls 2? There’s a 2?

84. Mean Girls or 21 Jump Street?

85. Favourite character from Mean Girls? Hmm

86. Favourite character from Finding Nemo? Dory

87. First person you talked to today? Hunter

88. Last person you talked to today? Aubree

89. Name a person you hate? Hahahaha

90. Name a person you love? My kids

91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now? Sure

92. In a fight with someone? No

93. How many sweatpants do you have? Too many

94. How many sweaters/hoodies do you have? Shh

95. Last movie you watched? Finding Dory

96. Favourite actress? I don’t know

97. Favourite actor?i don’t know

98. Do you tan a lot? Rare

99. Have any pets? A kitty

100. How are you feeling? Tired

101. Do you type fast? Kinda

102. Do you regret anything from your past? Who doesn’t

103. Can you spell well? Usually

104. Do you miss anyone from your past? Yes sir

105. Ever been to a bonfire party? FUN

106. Ever broken someone’s heart? Guilty

107. Have you ever been on a horse? Yes!!

108. What should you be doing? Nothing

109. Is something irritating you right now? Not being able to breath

110. Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt? Nah I’m good

111. Do you have trust issues? Yes

112. Who was the last person you cried in front of? My babies

113. What was your childhood nickname? Meg, Buoy 😉

114. Have you ever been out of your province/state? Yes

115. Do you play the Wii? Not in awhile

116. Are you listening to music right now? Nope

117. Do you like chicken noodle soup?yum

118. Do you like Chinese food?yum

119. Favourite book? The year we disappeared

120. Are you afraid of the dark? No

121. Are you mean? Me(g)an 😉

122. Is cheating ever okay? Never

123. Can you keep white shoes clean? Hahaha white is a no go.

124. Do you believe in love at first sight? Kinda

125. Do you believe in true love? Yes

126. Are you currently bored? I’m content

127. What makes you happy? Family friends

128. Would you change your name? No

129. What your zodiac sign? Pisces

130. Do you like subway? Yes

131. Your bestfriend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? Marry him.

132. Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? Other half

133. Favourite lyrics right now? I’m not sure

134. Can you count to one million? I’m an infant teacher, we stop at 10 thanks.

135. Dumbest lie you ever told? HAHAHA

136. Do you sleep with your doors open or closed? Both

137. How tall are you? 5’4

138. Curly or Straight hair? It’s curly

139. Brunette or Blonde? Blonde!!

140. Summer or Winter? Both

141. Night or Day? Day

142. Favourite month? March

143. Are you a vegetarian? No

144. Dark, milk or white chocolate? ALL

145. Tea or Coffee? Coffee first

146. Was today a good day? Yes

147. Mars or Snickers? Snickers

148. What’s your favourite quote? Uhm

149. Do you believe in ghosts? Yes

150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page? 

I’m not getting out of bed sorry