#he was an emotional wreck this movie. had me giggling

[littencloud9]

i love u nekoma & karasuno i love you SO MUCH

[skzooweemama]

Tickle Fights with SKZ!!

(Maknae Line)

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here’s pt 2! if y’all like my writing, plz leave me some requests in my ask box!

t-word, fluff, and spice accepted ;)

(just no solely member x member stuff plz!)

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Han:

- is either a massive goofball or needs to be cheered up

- when he’s feeling goofy, he tries to be extra annoying in order to get a rise out of you

- he’ll get all whiny, calling you baby and being extra clingy

- when you can’t take anymore and attack him, he knows he’s succeeded

- these fun, goofy tickle fights usually end in him getting wrecked while trying to get the upper hand

- he really needs a better system for this kind of stuff

- his worst spots are his hips and sides

- rough tickles really humble him, so they’re perfect to use when he’s being loud and obnoxious

- definitely a screamer before he breaks into really deep belly laughs

- his face gets all scrunched up and his smile is so wide

- it’s way too cute, plz don’t die from the sight of it

- at some point, he will decide he’s had enough and then you better watch yourself

- he’s clever and his teasing is top notch

- will have you blushing and flustered immediately, which makes whatever he has planned so so so much worse

- now- if we’re talking about cheer up tickles… those look a little different

- usually it’s been a long time coming, with stress from his work taking its toll on both of you

- one night, he comes home completely exhausted and just collapses into bed when he gets the chance

- and of course, as soon has he is close to you and can unwind, he gets a bit teary eyed

- you always let him show his emotions around you, always

- however, that doesn’t mean you want him to keep crying

- tracing shapes into his back and lightly squeezing at his sides is sure to get him giggling lightly, his head buried in your neck

- then you two can talk about what’s on his mind and find a solution together now that he’s calmed down

- these moments between the two of you are so soft and loving

- trust that he’ll do the same for you when you feel down 🫶

Felix:

- such a cute little cuddle bug!!

- he always wants affection from you, always

- sometimes he’s just too cute and you can’t help yourselfff

- like when you’re cuddled up on the couch together, his back resting against your chest while you run your hands through his hair

- felix tends to get bored of movies part way through them, so if you’re watching a movie, trust he’s getting distracted by trying to capture your attention

- he says your name in funny voices, trying to draw your eyes away from the TV and to him

- when that doesn’t work, he’s squirming to reposition himself, nuzzling into your neck

- his fluffy hair tickles like crazy, and you shy away from his touch

- he ends up realizing this and following you like a little tease

- this is when it’s appropriate to hug him close to you and dig your fingers into his stomach as he’s pressed against you

- he’s beyond ticklish there, and will quickly throw his head back, biting his lip to try and stop his laughter

- of course, when you vibrate your fingers riiiight by his belly button… he’s gonna go ballistic

- he screams and thrashes around (be careful!!), pulling at your arms and kicking out

- his face gets sooo red and he tries to hide from you when this happens (don’t worry, his ears get red too so you know 🫶)

- his laugh can range from a shrieky higher pitch to his lower belly laughs, and even soft giggles

- all of it is cute so you should def explore which tickle spots produce which noise

- (and honestly… he kinda likes it…)

- but watch out! this aussie is not one to go down without a fight

- as soon as he gathers his bearings, he’s digging into your hips, sides, ribs, whatever he can reach

- you’re gonna need some real endurance if you wanna outlast him

- my advice, get on top of him and try to keep his hands out of the way so you can wreck him freely

- afterwards, expect cuddles (regardless of if you won or not) and some choice words thrown your direction (ie. “cunt”)

- (if he’s too disrespectful, just tickle him again!)

- he’s just the cutest i wanna hug him :(((

Seungmin:

- this man is such a menace

- and ik everyoneee says this, but it’s so true

- he is downright evil sometimes

- he will just get random bouts of energy, and how does he use it?

- tickle fights.

- literally, this kind of stuff happens so often.

- especially if you somehow provoke him

- “okay, then i won’t provoke him”

- nice try, that doesn’t work

- when he’s in one of his moods, anything provokes him

- you looked at him wrong, you didn’t hug him for long enough, you used the wrong word when trying to explain something

- all of these are past excuses for his attacks

- the most recent excuse, however, is something even more ridiculous

- the two of you were sitting together on the couch, scrolling on your phones in comfortable silence

- he reaches over to pat your leg, before asking “what should we get for dinner?”

- after thinking for a moment, you casually replied “Bibimbap”, not even looking up from your phone

- usually that would be fine, especially because he loves eggs and a good, hearty meal

- right now, that answer is wrong. he’s craving japchae- how could you not know?

- “no.” he says simply

- “no?” you look up at him, confused, before seeing that look on his face

- run. run fast. because he’s on you before you can blink

- talks about how mean you are to him while he takes advantage of every single tickle spot you have (even if you don’t have one, yes you do, he’ll find it)

- “i wanted japchae, how can you not know that?”, “seriously, do you even know me? or like me?”, “i’m not sure this is forgivable, you know?”

- says all of this while destroying you, laughing his mocking laugh at you as you squirm and shriek

- now, we all know every skz member is ticklish, and seungmin is no exception to this fact

- his stomach and sides are his bad spots, so if you find that he’s distracted while laughing at you… you might wanna make him laugh for a different reason

- he didn’t bother to pin your hands after all

- as soon as you squeeze at his belly, he lets out an “ahh!” before falling into his signature laugh

- he won’t stop tickling you, but he’s significantly weakened by your counter attack

- this will probably continue until one of you concedes on what to have for dinner 🥲

- it’s okay tho, bc who doesn’t wanna listen to his laugh? he’s just too cute?

I.N:

- our maknae on top and not-so baby bread 🥹

- he is stupid ticklish

- which usually isn’t an issue bc he doesn’t like touching in the first place

- but you… you’re different

- he craves attention from you (but that’s too embarrassing so he’ll never admit it)

- when you hug him or want to cuddle… who is he to deny you?

- which is how he ended up in this predicament, with you laying on his chest, tracing shapes into his abs absentmindedly

- it’s the early morning and you’re still half asleep, and the regular motion of your finger against his skin is making you drowsy again

- jeongin, however, is literally dying

- it tickles so bad and it’s all he can do to stop himself from screaming and throwing you off of him

- your finger accidentally trails too far up his ribs and he bucks beneath you, jolting you awake

- a sly smile spreads across your lips and you turn your gaze up to him

- “is someone ticklish?” you ask, almost innocently if not for the predatory look in your eye

- he freezes, eyes wide, and shakes his head “no” immediately

- you walk two fingers up his torso, up, up, up, until you’re at the spot juuust below his underarms

- “i… don’t believe you.” with that, you’re digging right into the spot, giggling teasingly

- he. loses. his. shit.

- screaming, laughing, thrashing, crying, and begging

- his laugh is loud. it’s squeaky. it’s silent. then it’s back with a vengeance

- no one has ever been this ticklish

- honestly, don’t even worry about him getting you back, he’s gone

- apologizing, babbling about how bad it is, accidentally insulting you (you make him sorry for that one)

- by the time you’re done, tears are streaming down his face, the bed is a mess, he’s half on the floor, and you’re sitting on top of him lost in a giggle fit of your own

- he’s really embarrassed, so you’re lucky he likes you so much or else he’d never forgive you

- he won’t try to get revenge, but he does make you do favors for him in order to make up for the tickle attack

- so not really a fight as much as a KO by you

- congrats on that one slugger 😤

[yooils]

lightweight . drunk!isagi x reader. fluff. accidental proposal. short blurb + extremely forced plot.

— ISAGI YOICHI is a lightweight.

it’s a truth acknowledged by everyone close with him, really, with the way he begins his flowery proses after a drink or two– followed by a gradual descent to an emotional wreck; usually accompanied with an abundance of impulsive decisions and a self depreciating monologue of his life.

but in spite of that, he knows how to handle himself 90% of the time. (the remaining 10% is left unmentioned by all, regardless of the copious amounts of black-mail material some of his teammates possess.)

so naturally, the first time you see yoichi have an emotional breakdown in public is during a team get-together! he’s half on his knees with an abnormally flushed complexion; his eyes are starting to water from the reverie he’s found himself in, and his throat is constricted with hiccups. you've been so-called paged by his colleagues– only to find that the emergency they had mentioned afore to be your drunk boyfriend.

“i just want you to know that i love you.” is the first thing that comes out of isagi's mouth when he catches sight of you entering the bar his team had booked for the night.

the collective wolf whistles from his teammates would have portrayed the unfolding scene to be akin to an extremely romantic (read: corny) scene of a movie, if it wasn't for the uncharacteristically delirious look in your boyfriend’s eyes.

“my affections and wishes are unchanged, but one word from you will silence me on this. i just want you to know that i’m pregnant, and you’re the baby. will you marry me?”

(a few feet away, rin spits out his drink, outraged at the sheer blasphemy of one of his favourite books and movies. nagi's recording next to him, half-asleep yet still giggling at his friend's drunken antics.)

you love yoichi too, you really do– but you have to run through the list of things you love about him just to keep yourself from strangling him to the brink of unconsciousness so he stops talking.

– he's cute. he's only a little bit annoying sometimes. he does the laundry properly. he just confessed that he loved you amidst his drunken stupor even though you've never said it to each other directly before in person– and then proposed to you. and he's hot.

finally forfeiting to his boyish, drunken charms (and having had enough public humiliation for today), you find yourself and your extremely drunk boyfriend in the middle of the parking lot; with you holding him by his coat so he doesn’t escape, and him squirming around with airy sounds of discomfort which you had opted to ignore.

isagi’s leaning in close, breath reeking of alcohol and hands fumbling with his seatbelt clumsily.

“psst.. don’t tell anyone, but i’m gonna marry you one day.”

the pause in the car is deafening.

you furrow your eyebrows. he obliviously leans his cheek against the car window, unbothered by the sheer weight that his words had carried.

“wait, you don’t want other people to find out that you’re going to propose to me, so you tell the person you’re actually proposing to?”

his drunk gasp speaks volumes to you. “oh no, did i say that out loud? am i being kidnapped? where am i? is the world finally ending? but i still haven’t told (name) that i loved them…”

(okay, maybe he’s a little more stupid when he’s drunk, but you’ve grown to become a believer in the concept that drunken words are sober thoughts in the last hour. you hope.)

isagi’s eyes melt into something akin pools of sapphire stones under the lamppost-lit light. it’s been your favourite colour from the moment you met him.

“yoichi, why are you sniffing me?”

you amusedly ask, finding minor entertainment in his actions.

he’s half slumped on you by the time you stop the car by his apartment– and you realise that there’s no way of getting out of your vehicle without damaging 1.) your spine 2.) your arms and 3.) his dignity. (which really is already ruined, objectively, from the amount of second-hand embarrassment you’ve faced tonight.

“don’t wanna leave you.. smells like home..” he almost-incoherently mumbles, and you impulsively have half a mind to keep him forever-intoxicated because of how cute, despite tedious he’s become.

as a relatively simple man, isagi has always been subjected to a desire for more; especially when it came to football.

(but you, he thinks, will always be more than enough for him. and he hopes he’s enough for you too, even in his drunken haze, because he doesn’t want to let you out of his grasps for even a second).

the way you stroke his hair has his mind collapsing into a puddle of melted goo even in the air-conditioned car. you’ve rewritten his brain chemistry to make yourself the only pearl in his universe composed of mostly football, and in every life, he would let you break his heart over and over again.

once you realise that he's stopped his drunken ramblings and fumbling, the panic finally kicks in.

"yoichi, are you sleeping? we're still in the car park! i can't get out with you laid on me!"

(the next morning, he apologises after a much needed hangover pill and a reminder of what happened last night, sent to him in the form of a video by nagi.

you don't tell him that you've already seen the ring in his sock drawer.)

8.12.23

[amberjazmyn]

la vita è bella 🫶🥹

pairing : lando norris x fem!reader

summary : pretty much just some mini headcanons of reactions to a handful of sad movies that lando (+a driver or two) watches that make him cry with you (the reader) as his wife.

warnings : sad movies, crying, emotional lando, trauma in the form of very sad movies and some spoilers of some movies

a/n : i made this primarily into a lando one-shot because i just feel like lando is the type of person that does cry watching movies but won't openly admit it in like an interview with f1 or whatever. so, i feel like these are just a handful of movies that could potentially in my mind have made him cry. i have also included one or two other f1 drivers in this but it's mainly just lando and reader. 

la vita è bella (life is beautiful)

- this is a movie that would maybe catch lando's eye for the reason that it's an italian movie with the title directly translating to life is beautiful not realising that it's about the holocaust

- also, carlos was over visiting for the tradition of the norris movie night and lando did not initially choose to watch this movie, you (his wife) and carlos chose it because you had both seen it before and thought it was a good movie to show to lando 

- however, as soon as the three of you, lando mostly, see the first scene that indicates where the vibe of the movie is going, lando instantly regrets his life choices of allowing you and carlos to choose this movie

- because, when i (the author) tell you, this movie is traumatic, no matter how old you are watching it, it's traumatic

- i (the author, again) personally, first watched it when i was fourteen and in year nine of high school when i studied italian for languages and it traumatised me (and maybe the whole classroom) to the point where i haven't watched it since, go figure

- so, obviously, lando would also regret his choice of agreeing with you and carlos to watch this movie instead of a happier, more comedic one

- and, whilst watching the said sad movie, lando would be very cuddly and affectionate, especially if he's had a couple of adult beverages iykwim

- and, maybe, he'd try to distract himself from the movie by being so cuddly and touchy 

- but, however, once he realises he won't be able to get away with the not crying part, he just gives up

- he gives up because he knew he couldn't fight away the tears and he completely loses it

- lando was a complete wreck and he gave up on trying to hide it as you handed him the tissue box as he sobbed out a laugh as he took one out

- there was a moment in which you and carlos looked at each other worriedly and wanted to turn the movie off now that it had upset lando so much but, he refused to let either of you turn the movie off

- whilst it made you and carlos somewhat smile, it also did worry you that he wanted to keep on watching because it hadn't even gotten to the full hour of the hour and fifty-six minute movie just yet

- however, he refused to turn the movie off so, you nodded your head and slid yourself back onto the couch as you continued to watch the movie

- yeah, lando was grateful that you had given him the box of kleenex when you did because he was going to need it for the rest of the movie and a while afterwards as well 

- when the movie finished, lando was so glad it was over yet, he still had positive things to say about it, despite the fact it absolutely wrecked him emotionally

- "wait, was i the only one that cried?" 

- "yeah, sorry lando! i've watched this too many times for it to make me cry and, the only other movie that has made me cry is i am legend so, i'm glad we didn't choose that movie! 

- lando smiled and giggled at his wife and best friend

five feet apart

- five feet apart was a movie that lando had picked for one movie night and this time, he knew the overview of the movie and was ultimately prepared that it was a sad movie

- however, whilst he thought he was as prepared as he could be in regard to this movie in particular, he still should not have been that confident 

- because, just like life is beautiful, five feet apart also made lando cry

- whilst it didn't make lando cry as much as the italian holocaust film did, it still did get a reaction for the english formula 1 driver

- whilst he couldn't relate to living in and out of hospitals and always having to be monitored and not allowed right next to someone, he could sympathise because cancer was something that could impact anyone 

- and because lando was an empath, the movie still made him emotional even though he couldn't fully relate to it

- and even though five feet apart was not about cancer but cystic fibrosis it was still well known the heartbreak that an illness like cystic fibrosis can bring to a family like cancer does 

- this movie also seemed to make lando a lot more thankful and grateful that he was born healthy and hadn't developed any illnesses 

- it also made you very thankful that you were healthy and weren't spending every day in a hospital

- of course, you made sure to comfort your husband, i mean, you weren't going to just watch him cry and not do anything to comfort him

- lando appreciated the comfort you were giving him as he managed a smile which made you smile as well 

- "why is this so sad?"

- he'd sniffle as he giggled at himself for crying at another sad movie as he wiped away a tear from his cheek

- "i don't know my darling, maybe because, for some people, this is real life for them?" 

- was the best answer you could give your husband as you hugged him as tight as you could, he nodded his head in agreement 

- for the rest of five feet apart, you two stayed cuddled together on the couch as the movie continued

- once the movie ended, a loud exhale exited both lando and you as the both of you laughed at each other as you fell asleep considering how late in the night the movie had gone for

marley and me

- okay, to be fair, this choice was not his at all, this was by all means your choice

- why lando asks, well, it was because of a recent interview alongside his ferrari teammate carlos asking if he's cried in a movie

- at first, lando wanted to lie but by the look on his face, it was clear that carlos was going to take his lie as the truth so carlos forced lando to tell the truth

- and he did, lando changed his answer and said that he had indeed, more than once but that the most recent one was marley & me when he was on a plane

- so, because of that, you wanted to test the theory and see if marley & me could still make your husband cry

- so, you did this for what reason other than wanting to test a theory from an interview question?

- and with you knowing that lando had also had a couple of adult beverages as well earlier in the day that he was now fully sober from? 

- yeah, that was totally the entire reason for you wanting to make you and your husband watch marley & me after getting sober from a couple of drinkies 

- however, let's just say that whilst the theory was correct and lando was crying, he wasn't the only one who was crying 

- you were also sporting the odd tear or two down your cheeks as you watched the way your husband curled on himself with your guys' dog as he silently cried

- without a sound, you moved from your spot and crawled across the couch to comfort lando as best as you could

- you and lando's dog, pascal, had noticed that her dad was uspet and alongside their mum, tried to comfort lando by cuddling him and licking away his tears which made him giggle a little

- which, whilst it made him laugh, didn't do anything to help comfort him and only made him cry more

- because it had now come to the moment after marley's death and lando hated it so much

- hiding his eyes away, lando couldn't have it within himself to watch the rest of the movie not -because of their little puppy, pascal

- so, yeah, i don't think after an experience like that would make lando watch a sad dog movie again (especially after mentioning it in an interview)

inside out

- ok, don't laugh but, i (the author) feel like this movie would absolutely destroy lando

- because it's a disney pixar movie and they are just cutthroat and don't care if they make you cry, no matter what! 

- yes, it devastated the very emotional lando, what else was it going to do? make him emotionless? i think not

- and, the moment he started to cry wasn't even the most emotional moment of the movie

- yet, it was just the fact that the movie was about the different core emotions of a little girl that made him emotional?

- i mean, he first started crying when goofball island crumbled and got destroyed

- and that wasn't even the saddest moment of the entire movie, you thought personally

- but, the worst moment that really broke lando was obvious and i only need to say three words

- bing

- bong's

- death!

- i mean, come on! 

- what did my precious bing bong do to deserve that? he didn't deserve to die or feel the need to sacrifice himself! he deserved to live! 

- well, that's what lando's heartbreak was over during this sad movie, the fact that he didn't think that inside out would have a character death that sad and ruthless

- i mean, theoretically, bing bong was from riley's imagination but, that doesn't make his death any less painful, okay?!

- his. death. hurt. alright?!

- yeah, this would have taken lando a few good weeks to recover from and maybe a movie he'd only watch a select amount of times

- lando's way too special and precious for this world, can we have more lando's, please? 

- actually, i (the author) just need my own versions of all my favourite f1 drivers, please and thank you! 

the theory of everything

- ok, for sure, lando would cry over this movie, the theory of everything

- like, i seriously think he'd be weeping over this movie because of how tragic and real this is

- i mean, y'all know that this is about the true story of stephen hawking and his life and courtship with his ex-wife and the story of his life with motor neuron disease, right? 

- so, whenever a movie is made about someone's life, then it typically could get very sad and emotional

- so, it would totally shock lando to the absolute core at how gut-wrenching this movie is

- and it would totally rip his heart into tiny pieces, forcing you to really comfort him afterwards

- and, you couldn't blame him because, the first time you saw this movie, you were just as much of a wrecked-up mess

- however, due to this being like, your fiftieth time watching the movie, you had become so desensitized to the movie that it just no longer affected you to the point of tears like it used to

- so, seeing you, his wife not cry over this movie whilst he is just bawling his eyes out would shock him due to the two very different reactions 

- "how are you not crying at this movie?!"

- you'd giggle at lando's voice as he squealed as he sobbed, you hugging lando tighter

- "i've seen this movie like fifty times lando, i don't think it can make me cry anymore!"

- you'd giggle as lando would pout, roll his eyes and groan as he tried to catch his breath and not choke on his tears

- this meant that he would have to watch this movie another fourty-nine times before it no longer makes him cry

- well, not sure lando would completely hate the idea but, he would hate the idea because he doesn't want to cry another fourty-nine times before it doesn't make him cry anymore

- this movie would also make lando fall silent and would have him so engaged that he'd just be staring at the tv with maybe a box of kleenex in his lap or next to him with his eyes fully glued to the tv

- like, genuinely lando would be so focused on this movie that he'd barely acknowledge the fact that he would be crying until he'd feel them on his cheeks

- and, due to the tears lando cried, he'd be so exhausted that by the time the credits roll around, he'd be fighting to keep his eyes open

- which would then lead you to whisper to him letting him know that he's allowed to fall asleep as it was just the credits playing

- "it's okay lando, you can go to sleep love, it's just the credits that are playing now," 

- hearing you tell him he could sleep would make him smile a cute lopsided smile as he finally closes his eyes and lets sleep takeover him 

clouds

- okay, to be fair, lando would totally make you both watch this movie (alongside charles) purely for the fact he stupidly thought it was about clouds due to the title

- oh, and boy, the realisation that this movie is not about clouds would come pretty quickly

- like, this movie is the furthest thing from being about clouds

- so, when lando realises that this movie is about a real-life story, about a real young man suffering from cancer, it's pretty obvious that he'd instantly start crying (as would charles)

- and, his predictions were correct about he and charles crying within minutes

- both lando and charles were bawling not even twelve minutes into the movie both absolutely inconsolable

- and, honestly, it was understandable for them both because they both knew what it was like and what the disease put the whole leclerc family through when charles' dad suffered from the disease

- lando, once again, because he's an empath, could feel charles emotions so understandably, lando was also hysterical whilst watching clouds

- like, to the point where he wasn't able to catch his breath properly because he'd be crying so much

- however, you, charles and lando continued watching the movie but thankfully, because you were sat in the middle of lando and charles, you could keep an eye on them both to make sure they were okay

- it was most likely during the halfway point of this movie that lando and charles would regret watching it when it was extremely early in the morning when they both still delirious and hormonal? wait, do men get hormonal? 

- yet, both lando and charles stuck with it and they got through the entire movie

- except, by the end of the movie, both of their faces were red, puffy, hot and covered in tears

- but, instead of either of them regretting watching the movie in itself, they'd regret the time in which they decided to watch it because they would probably have made the stupid decision to watch it before a media day before a grand prix for some odd reason

- i (the author) feel like both lando and charles would love this movie, despite how gut-wrenching it was and that it "opened his mind" in regards to lando 

- and made him, once again, like five feet apart, be a lot more grateful and thankful even though it did remind him a lot of when charles' dad was sick with cancer

- it reminded him how thankful he himself was to be healthy and able to live the life he was living without the constant fear of if he was going to die during an f1 race

- charles grateful for the same things since he was personally affected when movies had the trope of a cancer story in it

fin

i know, quite the interesting one-shot but i have written it before so i decided to do it again for lando with some special guests carlos sainz jr and charles leclerc. and yes, i added in some of my own commentary in the brackets so sorry if that was a little confusing. but, that's why i also originally rewrote it because my very first version when i first wrote this one-shot was so confusing because i didn't make it aware when it was my own commentary outside of the one-shot versus when it wasn't.

©⠀amberjazmyn's original work. do not translate or steal any of my fics. 2024

[didyoubringauntienat]

Hey wifey! Can I request dating Nat headcanons? 💚

Heyy wifey 😏

Taglist: @stephanieromanoff @lilaloubear @haeva

Dating Natasha would include:

•You met Natasha when she had officially joined SHIELD. You were in charge of showing her around the barracks as you were A. The closest to her age and B. Would be sharing rooms with her.

•Your time with Natasha started very awkward. She would do anything she could to avoid you, you swear that you once saw her getting pulled into a vent after seeing you come down the corridor. Your suspicions were correct when you noticed her hanging out with Barton more.

•After seeing them together giggling all the time, you assumed that they were together so you gave up trying to become more than room mates.

•People noticed that your mood had dropped massively after Natasha arrived. Everyone but Natasha, but Clint did and he was going to find out why.

•He decided to ask her what was up with you at lunch time as he knew she couldn’t escape then. “Nat?”

•“Yeah Clint?”

•“What’s up with your roomie? Agent Y/l/n? She’s really been down in the dumps recently”

•She gulps as she gives the canteen a quick look around before spotting you sitting on your own on the opposite side of the room. “I don’t know… she barely talks to me anymore”

•Clint chuckles as he looks between the two of you. “Maybe you should go talk to her… I would be pretty upset if my room mate did everything she did to avoid me”

•Nat gives him his signature glare. “You know why I was avoiding her.”

•“Care to remind me?”

•Nat sighs before muttering so only Clint can hear, after all she was in a room full of SHIELD agents, anyone of them could tell you. “I like her… she’s all I can think about”

•Clint smiles as he finishes his drink. “Maybe you should tell her before someone else does”

•So Natasha did. After all she did not like the idea of anyone else being with you. She was sitting on your bed waiting for you, with each minute she waited, the more she got nervous.

•She was a nervous wreck by the time you returned from your training lesson. You almost jumped out of your skin when you saw Natasha. Usually she would be anywhere but here. “Uh hey?”

•“Hey… we need to talk”

•You gulp but immediately sit down next to Natasha, leaving a small gap between you. You softly ask, “Everything okay?”

•Natasha was too busy staring at your lips to realise you said anything. No one had ever made her feel like this. During her time at the red room, relationships of any kind were forbidden so she grew up isolated.

•She hesitated as she forced her eyes to look at you. “I’m sorry for avoiding you… I just can’t control myself around you it’s like all these emotions just want to come out but I know they can’t do that… it’s wrong right?”

•You were shocked at the confession, when she said that the two of you need to talk, you assumed she wanted to move out. “It’s not wrong to want to show emotions for someone you like… if that’s what you mean?”

•She nods, holding back the nervous tears, she moves closer so her bare knee rubs against your clothed one. “I won’t judge if you don’t feel the same way Y/n.”

•You laugh uncontrollably, you quickly stop when you notice Natasha shrinking back in on herself. “Oh Nat…” you cup her jaw and rest your hand on her knee. “Of course I feel the same.

•She smiles and immediately pulls you down into a kiss.

•And that’s how you two became a couple. You were both young naive SHIELD agents who were crazy for each other but now that you’re slightly older avengers, the love you have for each other just got deeper.

•Everyone and their mums knew you two were together but that didn’t stop people from shooting their shot, one time even Tony tried wooing Natasha but you quickly stopped anything from happening definitely scaring Tony and turning Nat on.

•Surprisingly Nat loves public displays of affection, from holding your hand under the table at meetings to full on make outs at movie night, the avengers actually stopped inviting you two to them but that just meant private movie nights that definitely had more than kissing involved.

•Natasha had to learn quite quickly that she had to trust you to be safe on solo missions. Fury seemed to love sending you on them any chance he could as you were the best at them.

•Natasha hated every second of not knowing what you were doing or where you were so she spent the majority of her time whilst you were gone wearing your clothes and sleeping on your side of the bed just so she could smell you and pretend you were there.

•When you would finally arrive back at the compound, Natasha would be waiting with a hug and a kiss and depending on the weather a nice warm drink for you to gulp down.

•Natasha was your the most healthy relationship you had ever had. She was fine with you being close with your friends as long as she met them and you promised her that she didn’t need to worry about them. Which she never did need to cause you were too deeply in love with her to even think about cheating on her.

•She even laughed when you told her that Wanda flirted with you. This was back when Wanda had first joined the avengers and as she only really talked to you (because everyone saw her as an outsider) she didn’t know that you were dating the infamous black widow. Trust me she still hasn’t lived it down.

•When you both aren’t on missions and actually have some free time. You like to spend it with each other. It varies on what you do, it can be from reading together to doing your things in complete silence.

•Natasha was the love of your life and you could never imagine life without her so obviously you went with her to Vormir to help bring your friends back because what could possibly happen whilst collecting a space rock?

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

Now I wake up by your side | Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: You found your way back to Peter after the memory spell

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Word count: 0.6k

Request: Hello, i want “ i love waking up next to you. “ and “ and right now, i think you should kiss me. “ with Peter Parker

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Peter pulled you closer by your waist and pressed a loving kiss to your shoulder, clinging back to the warmth of your body, your mind still half asleep. ''I love waking up next to you. It feels good to no longer be alone all of the time.''

After Peter Parker had been wiped from everyone's memory, Peter found himself completely alone. The loneliness quickly hit and had been tough mentally. What was he supposed to do, now? The people he knew and cared about no longer remembered him - or had died. He had lost his guides, those who he relied the most on and cared the most about. It's like his whole life had been taken from him.

Aside from May, Peter missed Ned and you the most, having been part of his life for longer than everyone else.

Peter and Ned had been best friends since primary school. They got paired together for a science fair and bonded over their common nerd-y interests such as Legos, Star Wars and science. 

You had come into the picture right before freshmen year, moving into the apartment right next to the Parkers's. You didn't go to the same school, but Peter and you would cross path in the hallway and staircase every day. It took him a few weeks to speak to you and...even longer to finally ask you out. 

He's missed you every single seconds of his life since Dr. Strange had casted the spell. You had been the trigger of many of his crying fits. Peter was an emotional wreck whenever he thought of you. He went from seeing you - and kissing you - everyday to watching you through a bakery's window.

He felt like a fucking creep, looming around you like that. He wanted to stop, he tried, but those few seconds of looking at you were the only way to get some warmth in his cold, grieving heart. Even if it would make him sadder at bedtime.

''I told you if I figured it out once, I could figure it out again.'' You took Peter's hand in yours and kissed the back. 

His lips twisted in a beaming smile, bathing in your presence. ''Smart girl.''

It had been a little over a week since you found your way back into your old flame's arms and life. It had been strange, but also so easy. Although your memories of him would never be returned, you felt like you knew him already. A sort of déjà vu. 

His touch and his eyes on you felt familiar, yet unknown. You felt comfortable in his presence.

''Can you tell me about us?'' you asked Peter. 

Although you couldn’t remember anything of you and Peter’s past, Peter did. You liked hearing him tell you about the two of you. He had this special smile whenever he’d tell a story, a cross between happiness and nostalgia.  

''Our first date was disaster.'' Peter laughed embarrassingly. ''I had planned this really cute date on the rooftop of our building, but half way through the date, it started pouring and thundering. We abandoned everything and went inside to change, our clothes drenched from the rain. I tried to fix the night by putting on a movie, but ten minutes into the movie, the power went out. At this point, I was about to cry.''

Mother Nature really had a tooth against him that day.

''Oh no...'' You giggled, wishing you could remember this. 

''I was very surprised when you kissed me at the end of the night. I wouldn’t have kissed me.''

You turned around in Peter’s hold and cupped his cheek. ''Maybe the date wasn’t so terrible in the end.'' You rubbed your thumb over his cheekbone and he leaned into your touch. 

''Want to know the funniest part? I couldn’t see where your lips were because it was so dark and I almost kissed your chin.'' 

You both broke into laughter, laughing at Peter’s younger self. ''Thank god you got better at kissing.''

''For my defense, I was fifteen and it was my first ever kiss. I wasn’t very skilled back then and I could’ve used me spider-senses to guide me in the dark, but didn’t understand my them very well so- ''

''Peter!'' His eyes flickered to yours and his rambling stopped. ''Right now, I think you should shut up and kiss me.''

[sylusjinwoon]

{ 64 }

your affection.

yuji itadori x reader

warnings: food mention

if you had to describe your boyfriend in one word, it would be affectionate.

yuji was so achingly soft when it came to the way he treated you. according to him, he had liked you from the very start, becoming drawn to you in just a matter of days since you shared so many commonalities with him.

"i dunno why i started liking you so much. the only thing i remember was how your smile made me feel kinda warm inside, and how i thought about how nice it would feel to make you smile like that."

and truly, who were you to deny such an honest confession?

ever since yuji came to you, all smiles and laughter wrapped up in one neat little package, you found yourself falling for him as well. getting together and becoming a couple had just come naturally to you. your nights would consist of casual dates staying at home watching movies while ordering takeout, and if you were feeling adventurous, then you'd go out and wreck havoc on the nearest amusement park.

he was such a natural when it came to making you feel loved. during those moments when your troubled thoughts and dark emotions became too much to bear, yuji would immediately take you into his arms. already becoming so synchronized with you and your own emotions, it came as no surprise when your beloved became the pillar of your support. sometimes, you'd find yourself sinking deeper into his embrace, allowing his warmth and the steady sound of his heartbeat to lull you back into security.

being together with yuji taught you to appreciate the simpler things in life: finding beauty in the most ordinary and mundane things as you cherished every memory you made together with him. both of your lives were completely intertwined now, and you couldn't imagine a life without him.

you were caught in the middle of such thoughts when yuji suddenly stops walking and gives your hand a gentle squeeze, effectively breaking you out of your daydream. looking up at him, you see him pouting at you while placing a free hand on his stomach. "i'm getting hungry, babe."

in the middle of your date together, yuji complained about having an empty stomach and how much he was starving, desperate to get a taste of that famous ramen from his favorite restaurant. he tells you that it's close by, and you, wanting nothing more than to make your beloved boyfriend happy, agree to eat there with him.

it doesn't take long to get to the restaurant settled only a couple of blocks away. after ordering your meals, the steaming bowls of ramen came within a few minutes. before you could even mutter the first few syllables of "itadakimasu," yuji had happily uttered the phrase within seconds, clasping his hands together in an almost comical fashion before digging in to his bowl.

you watch with a usual fondness as your boyfriend ate, seeming to not mind how incredibly hot the noodles were as he slurped them up with glee. on the other hand, you took your time with your own bowl of ramen all while giggling here and there at the mess your boyfriend was making.

putting down your own pair of chopsticks, you take a napkin and lean across the table, wiping away some of the broth that had fallen on yuji's cheek. feeling such a gentle touch coming from you makes him stop eating, brown eyes appearing almost misty as you cleaned him.

"geez yuji, you're still such a kid at heart, huh?"

he catches the affectionate tone in your voice and smiles, "you know it, babe. you're so good to me- in fact, i know for sure that i'm gonna marry you someday!"

the way he said that in such a nonchalant fashion makes you do a double take, feeling completely caught off guard as you felt the heat rise into your cheeks. he doesn't seem to notice how much of an effect his words had on you until he stops eating to really see your expression.

your mind was racing, but you couldn't deny that you were on cloud 9 at the moment, feeling so high and so hopeful that you were ready to burst at the seams. it's then that his expression softens, finally placing down his own chopsticks to reach out and grab a hold of your hand.

the emotions made a small lump form in the back of your throat as you managed clear it and say, "yuu, you truly want that? with me?"

he nods, caressing the back of your hand with his, "of course. i think i wanted to be your forever since the moment i laid eyes on you."

by now, both of your expressions sported a goofy smile. you were both grinning so much that you were sure your cheeks were hurting. the blush seen spreading from yuji's face and even to the tip of his ears were also telling evidence of how happy he felt.

truly, what a blessing it was to be in love with a man like yuji itadori.

a.n. - where my au sukuna stories are mostly displaying sukuna as the cockier and kinda meaner love interest who tends to hide his true emotions for the reader, i wanted to do something different for yuji and paint him in a softer and more loving light, portraying his love as more of an open book ♡

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed

[sarcastic-sketches]

Rexwalker Ask Meme

This was going around as an ask meme but I actually had solid answers for my brand of Rexwalker and HMMM I am being consumed by ship feels lately so:

Which one sexts like a straight white boy?

I actually have no idea what that would even entail but I’m assuming Anakin. Rex doesn’t even know how to sext so that avenue ends pretty quick.

Rex: Just comm me. I need my hands. Anakin: ... Anakin: Well then.

Which one cried during a fucking disney movie?

Rex. He got hit hard by the underlying wholesome messages compounded by his weird af upbringing that geared him entirely towards war. It was probably Lilo and Stitch that got him now that I think about it. Also Fox and the Hound still comes for me to this day.

Who put a goddamned fork in the microwave?

Rex was either never told why he shouldn’t or forgot he left it in the tupperware with his food. Anakin puts a fork in the microwave for shits and giggles

Who does the silly hands-over-the-eyes “Guess who” thing?

Anakin 100%. Rex would but he also knows for fact that Anakin can pick him out of all his brothers even when they’ve swapped their armour around. That man can sense him approaching well in advance.

Who puts their cold hands/feet on their partner?

Anakin because he’s a bastard man and can use his metal hand for extra emotional damage

Who had that embarrassing Reality TV marathon?

Rex was flipping between channels one day out of boredom and stopped on one once. Anakin finds him an hour later intrigued by the train wreck and Anakin always enjoys watching chaos.

Who laughs more during sex?

Anakin but only narrowly because I imagine he can feel Rex’s humour through a feedback loop in the Force so that adds to his own. Also I feel like Rex is the one who likes making Anakin laugh.

WHO IS THE LITTLE SPOON?

Anakin, he likes being cuddled and Rex has nice strong arms.

[sugarbooger513]

JJK Men x Insecure chubby Fem!reader

Today has been hard to think of myself positively, and I have friends who struggle with the same thing, so I thought I could indulge some people with some very loved characters reminding us that, no matter our size, we're perfect.

Characters: Satoru Gojo, Toji Fushiguro, Choso Kamo, Kento Nanami

Warnings: Insecurities, body dysphoria, Toji's gets spicy (sue me), suggestive at the end of Nanami's, tooth rotting fluff.

Satoru Gojo

- Let's be completely honest here, this man rarely feels insecure, if he ever does.

- He wouldn't be able to sympathize, but that doesn't mean he doesn't care. In fact, it makes him care a lot more.

- His comfort methods aren't for everyone either, so be prepared. He's trying, give him that.

- Humor. That's what this man knows. Iykyk, this man deflects any form of trauma with his humor.

- If he notices it isn't working, then he'll come up with something else because he loves you. That love tells him that he has to try.

"Oh sweetie pie, I'm home!" Satoru's voice carries easily through the house, but you can't seem to care at the moment. Your cheeks still feel somewhat sticky from the tears that have fallen the past thirty minutes.

"Honey bun? I said I-" His voice cuts off, and you know you're caught. The bed shifts where your boyfriend lowers himself beside you. "Y/N, why are you crying?"

"I-I don't want to talk about it, Satoru." He removes his blindfold with a small chuckle. "Did your favorite anime character die?" "No." "You sure? You tend to sob when-" "I said I don't want to talk about it."

He freezes at the way you lash out at him. Yeah, something is actually wrong.

"Love," his voice softens in a way that shows how worried he is, "is there anything I can do to help? Anything at all?" You're quiet for a minute, but you eventually scoot closer to him.

"You want me to hold you?" All you manage is a nod before more tears slide down your cheeks. His long arms encase you securely against him. "I can do that as long as you need. I'm here for you, Y/N."

The two of you stay like that, you crying softly into his uniform while he runs his hand up and down your back.

Eventually, your sobs turn into small sniffles, and you finally speak. "I.. I'm sorry for snapping at your earlier, Sato." He smiles at the loving nickname. "No, baby, I'm sorry for joking around. You wanna talk about it now?"

"I just... I was thinking about.. how many girls looks so much better than I do." He scoffs. "You're kidding, right?" "Sato.." "No, I mean that. It isn't a joke. Baby, we've been through this since day one. I. Want. You."

You hide your now blushing face against his chest. "But.. I just don't understand.." "Look at me, baby." When you do, his bright blue eyes seem to shimmer. "You're the love of my life. You're gorgeous, stunning, beautiful, and every other synonym to those that I'll have to get Nanami to teach me because I will remind you everyday until it gets through your thick ass skull."

His hand comes up to rest on your chubby cheek, where he starts to wipe away the drying tears. "I. Love. You. So. Freaking. Much. Y/N." Each word is punctuated with a kiss on a different part of your face, until he eventually meets your lips.

The small giggles you let out makes him smile. "There's that beautiful laugh! Come on, why don't I pop some popcorn and we go watch whatever you want on the TV?" Your shit eating grin makes him snort a bit of laughter. "Even if it ends in a favorite character dying?"

"I don't mind having to hold you a bit longer."

Toji Fushiguro

- This is also someone I don't think can really empathize with you and your insecurities.

- However, when this man falls he falls HARD

- He will do anything in his power to make you feel better.

- Well

- Anything he can do while still seeming nonchalant about it

- Lets talk about how this man would take matters into his own hands, with his own hands, to make sure you know how loved you are. (You couldn't have expected just fluff with him, give me a break y'all.)

"Y/N," Toji kicks his shoes off carelessly at the door, "I'm home." He raises a confused eyebrow when he looks around the house. Plates from your movie night yesterday lay strewn about the coffee table, still.

'She never leaves dishes out. That's weird.'

He starts to walk around the house, worry filling his chest. It just isn't like you to leave a mess, or to not greet him at the door. There's no way someone came and did something to you, right? No one is THAT dumb, surely.

When he hears the small sniffles coming from your shared bedroom, he breathes a small sigh of relief. "Y/N? I'm coming in." He pushes the bedroom door open to see you cuddling his pillow while laying on your side.

His eyes widen at the sight of your body trembling from the small sobs. "Y/N?" He walks around the bed to kneel in front of you. "What happened?"

"N-Nothing Toji. Sorry, I-I know the house is a w-wreck." "Shut up about the damn house. I don't care. Why are you crying?"

You finally sit up, which lets him sit beside you on the bed. "I just.. Bad day." "Who do I need to stab?" "T-Toji?! You can't solve everything by stabbing!" He shrugs a bit. "You can try."

He smiles sweetly when you slap his arm. "That isn't funny." "Hmmm, but it made your cheeks flush." "Toji Fushiguro!" "Alright, alright. You wanna tell me what's wrong now?"

"I just.. looked in a mirror for too long, babe. Don't worry about-" "I'm lost. What do you mean you looked in one for too long?" You sigh, knowing he hates vague answers.

"My body is disgusting me today, Toji." He scrunches his eyebrows and leans in a bit closer to you. Your face heats up from the slight glare in his eyes.

"Looks the same to me." "Toji, I-" "Correct yourself." His already deep voice seems to drop even lower. Your entire body trembles. "S-Sir."

"Good girl. Now, let me get this straight. You don't think you're attractive." You shake your head, suddenly feeling the tears come back to your eyes. "Why not?" "J-Just.. my body.. it isn't.." "Skinny?" The word hurts your heart, but you nod, knowing he expects some sort of answer.

"So? You're exactly what I need, Y/N." You glance up to meet his loving gaze. "N-need?" "Don't play dumb. You know I need you. Now, we have to fix those insecurities."

He stands, offering his hand out to you. When you take it, he pulls you to your feet.

"Now," he groans as he lays back down on the bed, "I've had a tiring day at work. I want you to strip and come take a seat." "A-a seat?" His smirk tells you what you need to know before he elaborates. "I AM rather starved. Come on, I'm pretty impatient."

"To-Sir, I'm too.." "Heavy? Try again. You aren't getting out of this." He snaps his fingers, and the sound runs deep into your core. His eyes watch you hungrily as you start to get out of your pants.

"Now, for every one of your orgasms, I want to hear 'I'm Toji's pretty princess.' Understand?" "Y-yes sir."

You have no idea what posses you, but you finally let out you own witty comment. "You could at least take me to dinner first."

"You cheeky brat, don't worry. I have plans for your meal."

Hope you don't mind being hoarse for a while. You had to repeat just how pretty you were a number of times.

Choso Kamo

- SWEETEST MOTHER FUCKER I SWEAR

- He doesn't see a single flaw in you, honestly.

- Plus, he doesn't really understand beauty standards. All he knows is he loves every inch of you.

- Nothing goes unloved by this big ass baby.

- You crying would probably bring him to tears because he feeds off your emotion.

- But there is no doubt this man will do anything and everything to see your smile again.

- A true king who just wants his queen as happy as she makes him.

He left you for maybe an hour. Maybe. Choso just had to run and pick up a movie from Yuji.

"Angel, Yuji said that we have to-" He drops the movie the instant he sees tears in your eyes. "L-love? What happened?"

He rushes to your side and wastes no time wrapping you in his strong embrace. Your hands grip his shirt in a feeble attempt to pull him closer.

"What happened? Do you need something? A doctor?" His eyes are scanning your body for any signs of pain. His hands running gently over your back, arm, sides, but everything seems normal.

"I-I'm okay, Cho." "No, you aren't. Please, angel, don't lie to me." His own eyes start to fill with tears, but he tries to will them away. He knows he shouldn't be crying, but seeing you in any pain hurts him just as much.

"Cho, I just.. It's stupid." His large hands cup your face so you're forced to meet his eyes. "Nothing that makes you cry is stupid. Absolutely nothing, my love."

"I.. I tried to put on a hoodie of yours because I was cold." He blinks in confusion. "Was.. was it dirty?" "No I.. I stretched it out.." he tilts his head.

"Is that all?" You nod, but even more tears come to your eyes. "I just hate how big I am.. I thought you would find it cute to come home and see me in your clothes but.. I just messed them up.." He stands, suddenly walking into the kitchen. "C-Cho?"

"I bought some of your favorite ice cream. You know, the kind you always crave on your period. I figure we can cuddle and you can enjoy it while we watch a movie."

"I- I don't really want anything to eat." He smiles, still grabbing it and a spoon. "I know, but just in case. Listen," he places the carton on the table next to you, "you're gorgeous. Every part of you just screams beauty. Nothing could ever change that. Not your size, not you stretching out a stupid hoodie, not you crying, nothing."

He opens the carton, only to get a spoonful out and kneel in front of you. "Open up, angel." You do as he says and allow him to feed you the ice cream. You can't help but smile as you eat it.

His index finger wipes a few old tears from your cheeks. "There's that smile I love. Now, I think we need a movie and some cuddles. How does that sound?" You can only nod, absolutely floored by how much Choso truly loves you.

No more negative thoughts came to your mind while you laid against his chest. He even took a few times to feed you more ice cream throughout the movie.

Oh yeah, he totally bought new hoodies in a bigger size so you could wear them around the house without fear of stretching them.

Kento Nanami

- KING ENERGY

- You can't tell me this man doesn't want someone who acts as his pillow. Come on.

- That being said, Nanami knows how it is to be insecure.

- Whether it's over body insecurity or not, that can be argued either way. Still, insecurities aren't something he's ignorant about.

- On days where you can't seem to like your body, he'll do whatever you need.

- Need to be alone? No problem. Need someone to talk to you? Covered. Just need to be told you're loved? He'll tell you as many times as it takes.

- However, he can't help but be blunt. That's just who he is.

- He does it out of love for you, though. He never wants you to believe something that isn't true.

It's really hard for you and Nanami to get the same day off of work, and today was no different. Since you were the one working today, Nanami decided to take up cleaning the house and preparing dinner. He would also insist on doing the dishes, but he knew better. You never allow him to do all of the work.

He watched the clock hit five thirty and smiled. No doubt, that was your car he heard pull into the driveway. Now that you were home, he could surprise you by telling you that he managed to get the next five days off, which matched your schedule.

The front door opens, and he's quick to call out a "Welcome home, dear. Dinner will be done soon." He turns his body, preparing to catch you in his embrace as usual. However, all that happens is you call back, "Thanks, Ken."

His eyebrows furrow, and he quickly takes dinner off the stove so he can go check on you. He's not one to forget anniversaries or anything like that, so his mind is going through any possible reason you just called him Ken.

"Bad day at work, dear?" He wipes his hand on his apron as he comes around the corner. You were already sitting on the couch, eyes on your phone. "Yeah, I guess." "Okay," he sighs and sits beside you, "would you like to talk about it?" When you finally look at him, his eyes widen. Your eyes are puffy, as if you had been crying.

"Y/N.." "It's just coworker drama, Ken, don't worry too much about it." He scrunches his face. Those women you work with always pissed him off. He's noticed them staring at him whenever he brings you lunch. "Well, humor me a bit. What happened today?"

He just knows you can't resist gossiping with him after a work day. "I-I don't want to repeat it, Ken." The worried look in his eyes makes you whimper. "What?"

"I'm not used to you calling me 'Ken' at home." "Sorry, honey. It's nothing you did." He smiles softly and reaches to cup one of your cheeks in his hand. "Are you sure you don't want to tell me?" You do. God, you do because you know you'll cry again and he'll be here to hold you through it.

"They started talking about you." "Me?" "Yeah," you look at your hands, already feeling your chest tighten, "and started laughing at how you're.. settling for someone who is as big as I am.."

Nanami's soft looks suddenly turns harsh. How dare they say stuff like that? What's worse is he's sure they knew you could hear them!

"Really?" When you nod, a tear falls onto your lap. "It just.. really hurt knowing that I'm not the only one who thinks that." "Y/N.." He pulls you into a hug with a soft sigh.

"Don't think like that. Dear, if I wanted anything different than what I have now, you would know it." You sigh and cuddle into his warm embrace. "I know, but-" "But nothing, my love. I love you, only you, forever you. Do you understand?" You glance up and he places a soft kiss on your forehead.

"Yeah.. I love you too, Kento." "I have an idea." "Uh huh?" His smirk has you worried. "Well, we both have the next five days off.." "We do?!"

The excitement in your voice has him chuckling. "There's my pretty laugh. Yes, we do. I'm thinking on your first day back.. you go in with a ring on your finger."

You blink in confusion. "K-Kento, you don't-" "Oh I do. Am I the person to joke about wanting to marry you?" Your eyes start to fill, yet again, with tears. However, these tears make Nanami also tear up a bit.

"Are you... asking..?" "I have a ring just for you in my suit jacket, Y/N. Just say you'll marry me." He isn't really expecting you to jump on him, so when you do, he falls from the couch to the floor. "You know I'll marry you, Ken!"

The two of you share a long kiss, complete with tears and laughter. "Well, now that that's decided. I think we should get a head start on something." "What would that be?"

He stands before securing you in his arms bridal style. "The Prehoneymoon." "That isn't a thing, honey." He smirks before playfully smacking your ass. "For you, Mrs. Nanami, anything is possible."

@katgalle @savonline

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All A Game - JJ Maybank

You were a kook dating the hottest pogue so you should have guessed something was up, but you never would have thought that your relationship with JJ was a joke.

Requested by @rochyu 💙

A/N: just to clarify, this is based on a scene from the movie “after”, so if it seems familiar, that is why

Warnings: some curse words; angst

Word Count: 2.0k+

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Laughter sounded throughout the closed restaurant as you, JJ, and all of his friends—who you too have become quite close within the span of your relationship—were hanging out with cold fries and watered-down drinks before you on the table. These moments were the ones you held close to your heart. They just felt so warm, something you never ever felt with your friends at the kook academy. Your only kook friends that you ever felt a genuine connection with were Rafe and Kelce, but they always tried to come to your rescue even when not necessary which while endearing was a tad annoying. They probably hated you now that you were fraternizing with the enemy so to speak.

The pogues made you feel so at home in a place that despised you and you had actual fun with them. Between surfing, fishing, little adventures, and late nights like tonight at The Wreck, you grew close to them, called them true friends but boy, were you wrong.

There you sat, a wide radiant smile on your face. JJ’s arm was slung around your shoulders as he cracked more jokes. Pope was on your other side, his dorky grin put on display. Kiara and John B sat on the opposite, giggles flying from their lips alongside quick remarks to add to the banter. Another warm moment that would be your last. Your last moment in their presence and you would miss it. You would be savoring it now if only you knew.

“I gotta wring it out. Be right back,” JJ announced before pressing his lips to your temple—the last kiss from him you would receive—and standing up to leave.

“Ew,” you scolded while wiping the kiss off that you’d wish later on you could do with every part of you he and those damn heavenly lips had touched, “don’t kiss me after talking about that.”

“C’mon princess, don’t do that,” he pouted at you as he blew you a kiss and disappeared into the men’s restroom.

“You two are gross,” John B commented, his facial expression showing his disgust for the interaction he had witnessed.

“Like you don’t mack on Sarah every fucking chance you get,” you quipped, earning some laughs from Pope and Kie. “Anyway, I’m in love with him so say all you want. I don’t care.”

As soon as the words left you, the air was thick around you as the tension grew. You felt Pope stiffen next to you and watched as John B and Kie showed similar blank expressions.

“Is… everything alright?” you questioned with a nervous chuckle. Kiara’s eyes flitted to Pope’s for a second whose eyes widened at what she was insinuating before they jumped to John B’s. “What’s going on?”

“I-“ she sighed while she unlocked her phone, “y/n, there’s something you should know about JJ.”

“O-okay,” you stuttered out in a small voice, worry filling your veins only to heighten when you heard his voice.

“Woah, who killed the mood?” the blond joked, trying to lift the spirits of the group but based on your worried expression, Kie’s eyes never meeting his, and Pope and John B shaking their heads, he realized something serious was going on. “What happened?”

Kiara finally revealed what she was looking for on her phone. It was turned sideways so you all could see the video better and front and center was JJ Maybank. She had not played it yet, but you could tell by his surroundings that it was from the night you met him. It was at that party where Sarah drunkenly introduced you to John B. The other pogues were there too but you had no knowledge of them at the time. That’s when you saw him, blond hair a mess but still cute and bright blue eyes that you found captivating. He saw you too and introduced himself before trying to make a move on you. You, of course, rejected him because he was known everywhere for his infamous one-night stands, and you weren’t here for that. You desired something more that at the time, you didn’t think he could provide. He then went back to his friends, the ones you sat around today.

“Kie,” John B warned as she shot a sharp glare at JJ and played the video. You saw yourself in the video looking up at JJ. It was the exact moment you had met him, and Kiara had filmed it.

“Aw, it looks like JJ Maybank just got his first rejection,” Kie spoke from behind the camera while JJ turned around with an amused smile on his face. John B was laughing behind the phone as well, probably heavily intoxicated on alcohol and Sarah.

“You don’t think I can make it happen?” JJ teased, blue eyes going to each of his friends who stood behind Kiara while he quirked a brow teasingly.

“Make what happen, JJ?” Kie asked before she hiccupped. She’d had a few prior to this as well.

“Make her fall in love with me and then,” he paused then snapped his fingers, “turn it off.”

At that, you felt the tears well in your eyes, but they were also glued to the screen in front of you. You saw the smile he wore after he spoke such a damaging statement and it cut you deep inside. As for everyone else, they were watching you. The video stopped mere seconds after he said those painful words and your eyes lifted from the phone to its owner.

“It was all a game,” Kie’s voice spoke to you while wearing a pitiful expression on the face you thought was of a friend, but she didn’t feel like on right now. None of them did. Though she repeated what you already knew, thanks to the video, you could not believe it. Your focus faltered to the table as you tried to calm the thoughts running through your mind. Every moment you shared with him was nothing. It was all meaningless. It was all a lie. He never cared about you and slowly, that was tearing you up inside.

“Y/n?” JJ’s concerned voice entered your ears. How in any way did he have the right to be concerned for you? This was his mess after all. He did this. You didn’t look up from the table. “Y/n,” he tried again, this time reaching for your hand, but you shrugged it off. “Y/n, please, you have to believe me,” he said while you tried your hardest not to look at him, keeping your gaze trained on the table. He leaned in to be a little closer to you.

“Y/n, that was before everything, before I got to know you,” he desperately tried to get you to understand his side of things. Instead of turning to him, you turned to Pope. His big brown eyes scanned your face, seeing how you were breaking, and he hated it for you. His face showed sympathy, but he was in the wrong too, just not as bad as JJ.

“Is that true?” Your voice broke at the last word, and you despised yourself for it. You could see the little line of tears blurring your vision at the bottom, but not one had dared to fall. Pope looked down for a moment. He did not want to be the one to tell you, but his silence answered your question. Your eyes found John B and Kie next. “And all of you knew?” Back to the table your stare went when no one spoke.

“Y/n,” JJ’s shaking voice sounded on your left. Finally giving up, you let your eyes meet his. What a bad idea that was? Once you caught sight of the beautiful blues, it felt like you were drowning. It was like the water was clogging your ears because you saw his lips moving. You knew he was talking, but no sound was coming to you. Through your blurring vision, you saw that he was fighting off tears too, but what did he have to cry about? He broke yourheart, absolutely wrecked it, and here he was with tears in his eyes. Why couldn’t he just turn it off like he said he could? God, you hated him so much right now. Through the deafening silence, you scrambled to stand as JJ did the same with you.

“Y/n, wait,” you thought he said. That’s what it looked like he said, but you would not know. And you wouldn’t be there to find out either as you took off running for the exit. Once outside, the rain could be heard but also so could JJ.

“Y/n, wait,” he tried again but you kept walking. “Y/n!”

“None of it was real,” you paused to breathe as you faced him, “I actually thought… I thought that-” Your words were cut off by that feeling of your chest tightening as the emotions swirled inside you. That gummy feeling rose to your throat and blocked you from speaking for a moment and JJ noticed this. He knew you now. He knew how you looked when the world was crumbling all around you and that’s how you looked right now. He hated that he was the one who had caused this. “You’re just a liar.”

“That was all before,” he tried to fight, tried to get you to fucking understand but it was too hard. It would never make sense to you and how could it?

“Before what?” you inquired. You were emotionally drained and honestly so done with this situation that you knew you should have seen coming. Love can blind you sometimes though.

“Before-”

“You snapped your fingers and turned it off?” you asked after cutting him off. Guilt was written all over his face and you watched as he thought about what to say next.

“You said nothing could change the way you felt about me.” Yes, JJ, but that was before I knew you were playing some game with me! That’s what you wanted to scream at him. God, you wanted to scream at him, but you didn’t have it in you at the moment.

“Then, I guess we’re both liars,” you stated, plain and simple. You watched as his head hung low and you decided you were done with this, turning to leave. Nothing seemed to be on your side tonight because you had come with everyone in John B’s van after he picked you up so now you had to walk home in the rain. Luckily, The Wreck was between your land and theirs so it wouldn’t be a long trek and the rain masked your tears so to onlookers, you were just walking alone in the rain. Not as sad as you would seem if they had known what was really happening but still pretty pathetic. Your feet took you into the land of the kooks and surprisingly to Tannyhill where Rafe sat outside in his truck.

“What were you doing alone in the rain? Shouldn’t you be with those demons?” Rafe teased, attempting to get you to smile but failing miserably.

“Don’t talk about them,” you barked before letting out your next word a lot more silently and vulnerably, “please.”

“Are you okay?” Anytime someone asks that when you are trying to fight back tears, it always breaks the dam.

“No,” you muttered, but he was quick to pull you into his arms to comfort your sobbing state.

“I’m so sorry, y/n.” You laughed after that. It was funny hearing him apologize on a pogue’s behalf. “What’s so funny?” he asked, a little laughter in his tone as well.

“Nothing, just you’re not telling me ‘I told you so’ or whatever,” you told him honestly, but he was just glad to see you smiling again.

“Wanna go inside? I imagine you’re cold.” You nodded in response as Rafe turned off the vehicle and reached for the door to leave, but you grabbed his arm to stop him.

“I- uh, sorry. I just wanted to say thank you,” you muttered before he shot you a smile and hugged you again, his lips finding the top of your head in a friendly manner.

“Anytime, y/n.”

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[ #EEF3B4 ] — choi beomgyu

pairing: choi beomgyu x gn! reader. genre: fluff, sensual, established relationship au. warning: kissing. word count: 1.1k

"why did you pick this movie, anyway?" beomgyu sighed, throwing his head back against your brown pleather couch. he wasn't actually annoyed by your film choices, just in the mood to do something much more physically affectionate.

"I like this movie a lot, gyu." you popped a handful of popcorn into your mouth, ignoring the stray pieces that fell onto the navy blue blanket spread across your criss-crossed legs. you and beomgyu had been together long enough for you to not feel awkward about your messy eating habits around him. you kept your eyes glued to the TV screen, much to beomgyu's dismay. he wanted —no, needed— all of your attention right now.

no matter. beomgyu knew how dim-witted you could be sometimes. you had been completely oblivious to his advances back when the two of you were just friends, forcing him to outright tell you that he had a huge crush on you to your face, mere inches away from your lips. he didn't mind it at all. your slow-at-catching-on persona was considered utterly adorable to beomgyu.

he poked your cheek with his finger. "____. look at me please." he pouted his lips. "I missed looking into your eyes the whole time I was gone."

you turned your face away from the movie to look at your boyfriend in the gold fluorescent luster of the fairy lights webbed across your living room ceiling. beomgyu was met with one of your famous small smiles. your heart skipped a beat. he looked so pretty in this lighting. his hair was disheveled from the amount of times he had thrown his head back, and he was dressed comfortably in a pair of grey sweatpants, a white t-shirt, and black ankle socks. his shirt was rumpled upwards from the way he was slouched on the sofa. maybe if you weren't so dense you would understand why beomgyu thought this particular setting was perfect to do something besides watch a movie.

"what's up with you, gyu?"

beomgyu let out a fake wail of discomfort. his face scrunched up the way a baby's would when crying. "I just told you how much I missed looking into your eyes and you ask me what's up?" gyu playfully sniffled. "I've been gone for a month and this is how I'm treated when I get back." he dramatically threw himself across your lap, almost knocking your bowl of popcorn to the floor.

"beomgyu." you jokingly rolled your eyes, setting the bowl on top of the end table on your other side. "you didn't tell me how much you missed it, just that you missed it," you corrected.

beomgyu jumped up from your lap, his previous act being dismissed by the both of you. "I missed you this much," he informed you while opening his arms as wide as he could.

"that's so little," you teased, before turning back towards the TV.

beomgyu went back to pouting. "can we do something else?" he whined. he gave you a knowing look, one that resembled that of a puppy. you tilted your head to the side in curiosity, causing the soft look on gyu's face to vanish almost immediately. his once innocent-looking expression transitioned into a smirk as he put his two fingers to walk up your arm towards your collarbone.

his actions went over your head. "we can do whatever you want later. we're only thirty minutes into the movie."

beomgyu sighed and leaned back onto the couch, defeated. "fine." he lifted his legs up onto the cushions, curling up next to you. "is this the ghibli movie with the cats?" he questioned.

"there's a lot of ghibli movies with cats," you told him. "but no, this isn't a ghibli movie. it's night on the galactic railroad. I like this movie 'cause the author of the book wrote the storyline while in sorrow. you can definitely feel the plot on a more universal and emotional level knowing that. it's actually kind of sad, too. towards the ending—"

you had lost beomgyu at "there's a lot", and he went to work at pulling on the waistband of your butterscotch-colored track shorts before letting go. the band snapped back against the skin of your hip. it didn't hurt, but it definitely caught you by surprise.

beomgyu chuckled at your dumbfounded expression. "can we kiss?"

"gyu- I-" you gulped hard. so that's what he wanted to do, you thought to yourself, finally catching on. "I just ate popcorn." you tried to stall as beomgyu's finger tips ghosted over your collarbone. you could feel your face becoming hotter by the second. it's not that you didn't want to kiss your loving and mischievous boyfriend. you had always been a bit shy when it came to somewhat sinful affection.

beomgyu picked up a leftover piece of popcorn, one of the few that had sprinkled onto your lap when you were eating without any manners. he popped it into his mouth. "there. now we're even."

you nodded your head, palms sweaty and kneecaps tingling. you leaned in towards your lover and pecked his lips. the both of you had shared kisses plenty of times, but you were always too nervous to initiate anything that wasn't a handful of short-term smooches.

"that's it?" beomgyu whined. "you clearly didn't miss me as much as I missed you." he held your face in his hands to keep you still, squishing your cheeks just a bit. "well, i missed you this much," beomgyu declared, before giving you a lengthy kiss.

your lips moved in sync with his. his hands traveled to your torso. you felt his palms trail along your sides, forming the yellow brick road.

you pulled away, feeling satisfied and less hesitant, then dived back in, delivering a school of kisses all over beomgyu's face. he burst into a fit of giggles. whenever you kissed him, he felt more than just butterflies. there was a beautiful botanical garden of buttercups and poppies, rhododendron and forsythia shrubs, swarmed with clouded yellow and holly blue butterflies within his stomach. and that was just every time you peppered him.

when you touched him —traced your fingertips along his smooth-as-milk skin— he was a volcano bound to erupt and let his love form obsidian visions of you.

several minutes passed. the two of you opened your eyes, taking in each other's flushed expressions; your shy sighs and beomgyu's blushing cheeks. you flicked one of his candy apple tinted ears, and he rushed to pat down his hair to cover both. he was never scared to initiate things, but afterwards he was always a cute wreck.

beomgyu curled up into your side again. "i just wanted to kiss you for a bit." he knew you understood now, but still felt the need to explain himself.

"i get that," you assured him. you reached for a handful of popcorn, stuffing your mouth full before feeding some to gyu.

"what movie is this again?"

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The Nightmare - Bucky Barnes x OC

warnings: death, grief, descriptions of car wreck, soft smut, Minors DNI

word count: 5.8k

WP: https://www.wattpad.com/1273713486-the-nightmare-ruby

authors note: This one gets pretty heavy and dark, please please read the warnings! It's a rollercoaster of emotions 🖤

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She’s alone in the kitchen, a knife clutched in her hand and blood on her shirt, but she doesn’t know where it came from or whose it is. Ruby can’t remember anything, all she can feel is her heart thumping violently against her ribcage, followed by the sound of her own blood roaring in her ears. 

“Ruuuubyyyy…” A strange, gravelly voice croaks. 

The sound seems to come from everywhere and nowhere. She turns around, her fingers gripping the knife as tightly as she can, until she feels like she might shatter it.

She hears a deep scraping sound coming from the hallway. Claw marks appear on the walls heading straight for her. Bits of drywall crumble and fall to the floor. Her heart leaps into her throat, pounding so hard that her ribs threaten to crack. Sweat begins to form on her hairline and her hands get so clammy that the pressure with which she’s holding the knife causes it to slip and clatter to the ground.

“Pick up the knife, Ruby,” the voice urges with a playful yet menacing giggle.

Her legs begin to tremble, and then, suddenly, her body is slammed against the wall by an unseen force.

“I SAID PICK IT UP!” 

She scrambles on her hands and knees and quickly retrieves the knife, feeling something looming over her. Icy dread fills her veins and she gets to her feet, ready to strike, but when she looks around, there’s nothing there.

Ruby blinks, and suddenly, she’s in the living room, still holding the knife. In front of her are four bodies under sheets that are covered in blood stains and claw marks. Above their heads is a macabre sign written in blood that reads HAPPY BIRTHDAY RUBY. Ruby screams. 

And then she woke up.

Ruby sat up in her bed like a lightning bolt screaming at the top of her lungs and she could feel her heart thumping against her chest. She looked around her room and saw the clock on her bedside read midnight, it was her birthday and she just had the same nightmare she had every year.

It's not real, it's not real, it's not real she whispered to herself as she wipes sweat from her forehead. 

Ruby listened carefully as she took deep calming breaths. No scary voices or scraping on the walls. She started shuffling the blankets around to untangle them from her formerly flailing limbs and hopefully return to sleep. 

Ruby was almost comfortable again when she heard the groan of the floorboards from the hallway beyond her door.

There was a pause, then a soft, “Ruby?” came through the closed door. 

She sighed, thinking about ignoring him, before replying, “Yeah, Bucky?” A beat of silence flooded the room as if he was contemplating an answer. 

“You okay?” Muffled from the other side of cold wood. 

Ruby sighed at the obvious worry in his voice. 

“I heard—you—“ his words stumbled as she climbed from the bed, her fingers grasped the door handle, turning and whipping it open, startling the still half asleep man in front of her. 

“You were screaming.” He finished.

His eyes widened, pulling him from his sleepy state, as he took in her dishevelled appearance. Her hair was tousled and her skin was pale. When her hand dropped away from the door he could see it shaking. 

“Talk to me Ruby,” he urged, stepping forwards a little. She tucked her hands together in a desperate attempt to make them stop and walked toward the unmade bed, sitting down on the edge of the mattress, "I'm fine, the movie freaked me out I guess." 

"I almost believe you," he light heartedly teased. The bed dipped beside her, his shoulder brushing against her as she pulled at the hem of her oversized shirt so it better covered her thighs. "I've watched you eat spaghetti during the fly, you weren't screaming because of Evil Dead." ''I had a nightmare, okay? Are you happy?” Ruby admitted with a sigh. Bucky's gaze softened as he shifted his position and moved closer to her. 

''Do you want to talk about it ?'' “Not really, it’s fine. I’ve had it before,” Ruby sighed. She turned her body to face him, hair falling over her eyes as she glanced down at her shaky hands. “It’s just, you know when you have a dream and it’s so vivid. Like, you can feel every sensation even once you wake up?” 

“Thought you didn’t wanna talk about it?” Bucky chuckled, tentatively tucking Ruby’s hair behind her ear. Ruby cleared her throat and moved further onto her bed, tucking her knees up to her chest, “I don’t. I was asking you a question.” 

Bucky nodded once, and shrugged, “Not really. I don’t remember my dreams at all.” He swiped a hand through his hair and sighed, “Sorry that’s, uh, not helpful I guess.” “It’s okay. I don’t think that you could help me anyway. It’s…” 

She sighed, not knowing if she should tell him about what she was thinking because she knew it was kind of silly, but lately, nothing seemed normal. Lights that went on and off in the middle of the night, people in the streets that appeared and disappeared out of nowhere. She felt like she was going crazy. 

“Let me try,” Bucky said, his blue eyes softening as he looked at her. Ruby met his gaze through her lashes and nipped at her nails as the possible outcomes of their conversation played out in her mind. The last thing she wanted was to spill this stupid story that's been going around in her family for generations and have him think that she was a weirdo. 

She let out a breath and whispered, "Ok, but I need you to promise that you'll hear me out first and please don't make fun of me." 

Bucky took one of her hands in his and gave it a soft squeeze. 

"Ruby, if something freaked you out this much the last thing I'm gonna do is make fun of you. I just wanna help you feel better however I can." His look made her feel more nervous than she already was, head tilting to the side and soft, warm eyes trying to calm her down. His other hand placed over her now clenched one, thumb drawing figure eights on the back of her hand.

He waited so patiently to let her thoughts turn into words, never there to judge. 

Like he never did. 

She took a deep breath and let her shoulders relax. “I don’t think my dreams are just dreams…the thing is…god what am I doing…” She whispered, more to herself. "Hey," Bucky urged. "It's okay. You don't have to talk about it if it's too hard."

Ruby felt like she was swallowing cotton. She'd never told anyone about this before, it's not like anyone would ever believe her. Ruby looked up at him with tears in her eyes as her chin trembled.

"No, I-- I want to. It's just... I'm afraid you'll think I'm crazy." “I would never think that” Bucky smiled 

“My family… is kind of obsessed, well not obsessed but convinced we have this curse. Like we are connected to the supernatural world.” Ruby said averting her eyes away from Bucky so she wouldn’t see his reaction and she held her breath. "It has always been there, but then a few weeks ago the dreams started again but worse," she continued as she picked at the edge of her frayed sleep shirt. "Really fucked up stuff." 

His fingers slid into hers and he gave them a squeeze. 

"That's not...that crazy," he replied softly. She glanced back at him, huffing a light laugh. “Dreams are only the half of it, Bucky. I’m seeing things when I’m awake that aren’t there but feel so real, I can feel random cold spots in places when it’s 90 degrees out and there’s no air, things move or disappear…” She anxiously watched as Bucky pressed his lips into a thin line almost wincing as she spoke.

 "See...crazy." Ruby muttered, pulling her fingers from his as she scooted further back into the headboard. "Just forget I said anything." He took a deep breath and shook his head before answering.

“Look, Ruby, if you say that this is happening to you then I believe you. I’d be a pretty shit friend if I didn’t eh?”

He gave her a half smile and she eventually met his eyes again. "Am I shit friend, Ruby?" he asked turning on the bed, the fabric of his cropped white football jersey riding up enough to show the bottom of his chest as he crawled toward her and rested against the headboard. He tucked his arm around her shoulder and pulled her in tightly to the curve of his body.

Ruby sighed, laying her head against his chest. She could hear the soft thud of his heart beat in her ear as she weighed her options about telling him everything. She looked up at him and swallowed her fear, "last week I watched Mr. Stark, the school janitor, mop the floors with blood. I don't know what's happening."

Bucky sighed, pressing a soft kiss to her hair and attempting to smooth the wild locks down with the palm of his hand. His skin felt warm, his body solid beneath her — comfort amongst the chaos of her mind. 

“Has anything happened to trigger this?” He asked and Ruby shrugged. 

“Even if it had, I don’t see how that would help get rid of it.” “Well sometimes knowing what triggers it, can help you stop it” he suggested, playing with the baby hairs on the back of her neck. 

Ruby closed her eyes, and tried to think of the days before. Everything had been normal, aside from the visions and her inability to get a good nights sleep. As she kept trying to remember, Ruby felt herself drifting again, until a loud screeching, like nails on a chalk board, caused her to shoot back up with a gasp. 

“Hey, hey I’m right here!” Bucky soothed. “What just happened?”

Ruby tried to tell him what she just saw, but as quickly as the vision came, it vanished again. 

“Ru?” he pulled her out of her thoughts. He hasn’t called her Ru in what feels like forever. 

“I- I don’t know. I just think I don’t want to be alone tonight….ca-can you stay, maybe? Here? With me?” She gulped.

“Of course.” He said, “I’ll stay as long as you want. I won’t leave you…ever.” he whispered the last part as she cuddled back into him.

"Thanks Buck." 

Bucky pulled the covers on top of her as they settled into the pillows. Ruby focused her thoughts on the rise and fall of Bucky's chest below her hand, trying to bring her breaths as close as she could to the soft rhythm of his. 

"I've got you birthday girl. You want us to keep talking? About that or anything else, or do you wanna try to sleep?" 

"Talking is good, I don't think I can sleep right now."

“Of course, I have all the time in the world,” he whispered as he grazed a thumb against the side of her face. 

It was comforting, making her sink down further into his chest with closed eyes. It made her feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside. It felt like by only focusing on that, it could help her erase every bugging thought in her mind for a while, to be in the present.

His lips met her hairline, they felt warm against her skin as she opened her eyes again. “Bucky…is there anything you’re afraid of?”

"I don't know," he hummed. 

She laughed and nuzzled into his chest. He placed one more kiss atop her head and she felt his warm arms wrap around her a little tighter.

"You don't know?" 

He shook his head and Ruby glanced up at him to see his gorgeous lips spreading out into a smile.

"You've gotta give me something better than that, Barnes," She teased. "I was all vulnerable with you."

His bright eyes misted and he sniffled, swallowing hard.

"Losing you." 

His voice was barely above a whisper.

Ruby’s heart melted at that. “I don’t know what I would do without you. You are my best friend in the whole world and you mean so much to me. It is just so easy to talk to you” she spoke curling herself even more into his arms.

Bucky's hands moved over her back, drawing small circles through the thin fabric. She inhaled his familiar smell, some cheap cologne he bought when the mall opened after Ruby said she thought it smelled nice. There's something else there, something new. Like motor oil. It's faint and just as soon as she figured out what it reminds her of, the scent disappears. 

"Hey, where'd you go there? Kinda staring off into space and weirding me out," Bucky murmured with a laugh.

“It’s nothing,” Ruby mutters, brow furrowing slightly as a shiver ran through her body. Bucky pulled her closer, and she shook the thought off, saying, “Bucky, tell me a story.”

She could feel him take a slow long deep breath as her head rose and fell with his chest. 

"A story huh?" He breathed.  "Lets see..."

She looked up at him, taking in the curve of his jaw and the cleft in his chin as he started to speak.

“Once upon a time…”

They both giggled but Bucky continued regardless, looking down on her with a soft gaze.

“…there was this amazing girl…”

"I don't want to hear the story about how you met Natasha, again." 

He shook his head, the longer strands of hair around his forehead falling slightly out of place as she crept her fingers under the warm fabric of his shirt. "There was a young boy, he watched this girl every single day. The girl was everything, she held the stars in her eyes," he touched her cheek bone with the pad of his thumb collecting a small tear that had escaped. "She was the first warm breeze after a long winter. Her laugh made you feel like you could fly and with her around you believed it without a doubt. She was brave and bold but she was always the first person to smile at you in the hallways at school. She was sunshine trapped in this little beautiful body, there was not a person in the world that made him feel the way she did."

"The boy sounds in love," she smiled.

"The boy was consumed by it," Bucky gave her a small, tender smile as his hand cupped her jaw. 

"where did she go?" Ruby's fingers traced the soft curve of his peck and Bucky's tongue ran along his bottom lip, "You said was. She was." she noted. 

 "She's just a little far away at the moment," Bucky inhaled slowly, "just a little out of reach."

"I hope she finds her way back. Maybe if you light up the path with all the light you have in your heart." The words that left Ruby's lips, barely a whisper. 

Bucky kissed her forehead, his lips touched her skin lightly.

Bucky smiled into her skin, and tightened his grip around her ever so slightly. "I think he's just sad it took this long for him to tell her.." He whispered back. 

Ruby turned her head up to look at him, locking her eyes with his. Was this story about her? Was this his way of telling her something? She bit her lip, and brought her hand up to cup his cheek, "Bucky..." 

"I should have told you every day since your last birthday..." A small smile tugged at his lips. "I love you, Ruby" 

She sucked in a shaky breath, and ran her thumb across her lips, "I love you too, Bucky" She stretched up, lightly pressing her lips to his, noting how cold they felt. 

Bucky's hand found its way into her hair, and pressed her deeper into the kiss. He pulled her body on top of his, that faint smell of oil and gas returning, but Ruby ignored it.

She straddled his lap as he opened his mouth to deepen the kiss. His hands found their way up her thighs. A soft moan escaped her as he moved his lips from hers, kissing her jaw down to her throat and sucking on that sweet spot she liked. It was right next to the tiny scar she got when she was drunk once. 

“Bucky, I-“ she was out of breath but stopped when she heard sirens coming from outside. 

“Don’t listen to them, Ru. Just listen to me. I’m right here,” he breathed and kissed her scar. “God, you are amazing. I’ve waited way too long for this.”

A breathy moan left her mouth as she tilted her head to give him more access, plump lips tracing her scar so gently. 

Goosebumps pricked along her skin when he ran his tongue along it, slightly cold. “ Then why didn’t you come earlier? “

His hands gripped her waist, travelling up to grab her shoulders as he pulled back. “ I tried…and when I thought the right time had come…”

He placed one hand over her heart, his light touch made it feel like she’d run into something solid, making her flinch as she jumped back slightly.

“ Ruby. “ He whispered as she opened her eyes, seeing a blood covered Bucky in front with widened eyes. 

Ruby gasped and pulled away from him, a strangled cry spilling from her lips. Her eyes instinctively slammed shut and she turned her head to the side as tears rushed down her face and her heart hammered against her ribs. It's not real, it's not real.

"Ruby?" Bucky whispered.

She felt his hands on her face as he gently grasped her chin and turned her head to face him. Ruby kept her eyes shut, her entire body frozen in fear. She was so sick of this, of these dreams invading every second of her life. Nothing about her was normal.

"Ruby, open your eyes for me, sweets. Please?"

"I can't."

She felt his lips, cool against her skin, as he kissed away the tears that continued to fall. 

"Yes you can. For me? I'll keep you safe, princess."

Slowly, they fluttered open and through a thick mass of tears, she saw him clear as day and completely fine. He smiled at her. Bucky seemed to know what she was thinking. Her scar began to throb a little, the dull pain radiating through her head and jaw. Bucky pressed his lips to it. His hands held on tightly to her, fingertips sinking into her waist.

"I've got you," he breathed as he kissed her scar.

A shiver ran down her spine, there was a sudden chill in her room. She looked to her window and saw that it was shut, but why was she cold all of a sudden? Taking a couple of deep breaths she turned back to Bucky. 

“I … don’t know what just happened… it seemed so real…” she whispered.

Bucky shushed her softly, rubbing his thumb across her trembling bottom lip. 

"I'm here with you now. That's all that matters." 

She nodded quickly as his hand snaked around her neck to pull her in for another kiss. This one is more frantic, their breaths coming out in shorter pants each time they pull apart. Ruby whimpered as he released her mouth, lips swollen and glistening with saliva. 

"I won't leave you again, I promise," he whispered as his hands tangled in her wavy hair.

The lights flickered as Ruby pressed her hands to his abs, sliding one under his crop top to feel his firm pecs, the other sliding past his waistband, stopping just above his dick. 

“I need you Bucky, please, say you need me too.”

A small gasp left his lips, he dipped his head into the crook of her neck, his breath felt cool against her skin. 

"I've always needed you Ruby." He whispered in an almost soft whine while her fingers danced along his hip bones. 

Ruby pulled back once more, tilting her head to look at him. He was beautiful, his hair was a mess and bright blue eyes looked up at her and suddenly she felt consumed by him.

Bucky helped her, removing his shirt as she freed him from the shorts and tossed them to the side, Ruby took in his naked form bathed in the moonlight and flicked her tongue across her lips. Outside, the wind howled, mimicking the bone chilling sounds of a woman screaming. She closed her eyes quickly again, battling against the horrors that raged within her mind. The world around them seemed to crash against the walls of her room, scratching to get out like a wild animal. Hungry for blood, chasing their happiness, desperate for death. 

"Ruby," Bucky whispered through the noise. "It's just you and me."

"Come on, princess. Show me what you want." Bucky's voice was hoarse and laced with desire. 

Trailing her fingers lightly over the valley of taut skin and a  faint dusting of chest hair, her finger stopped at the waistband of his boxers. 

"I want you. All of you. Always." Her voice broke as the branches of the trees outside scratched against her window in an eerily screeching sound.

Her hands traced down his abdomen, and over a large scar he had across his chest. She didn't remember that being there before. She shook her head slowly, throwing the thought away, as she leaned down and pressed her lips to his cold skin.  Ruby kissed her way down, paying attention to each hip bone as she wrapped her fingers around his cock. 

No more horrible thoughts. It was just her and Bucky. That's all she needed. Always. 

"Ruby.." Bucky whined, moving his hips against her hand. 

A smirk formed on her lips, as she moved her hand up and down slowly, "So needy." She whispered.

“Fuck.” He breathed as she spit on her hand and continued to move it up and down his cock.

He was lying back on her bed, his eyes closed. He seemed to enjoy every single second of it. His hands were placed in her hair, grabbing a fistful as he got closer and closer to his high. 

“Sweets,” he breathed, “I don’t want you to stop but - fuck - I’m close.” 

He pulled her head away from his cock and up to his face, kissing her passionately as he tried to get her out of her clothes.

She straddled him once again, his cock brushed against her clothed front making her whimper from the sensational feeling when she started to grind on it, feeling how soaked her panties became. 

His hands grabbed the hem of her shirt, tugging on it gently as he pulled back. “ Can we take this off? I want to see every part of your beauty. “

She bit her lip and she blushed from his words, nodding quickly. “ Please… “

He pulled it off in one go, admiring the sight in front of him. “No bra huh?” He smirked up at her, never breaking eye contact as his lips grazed over one of her nipples before sucking on it and flicking his tongue around it. 

She threw her head back with a soft moan. “Oh Bucky…feels so good…”

Bucky chuckled softly and bit down gently, causing her to whimper. His mouth travelled up the column of her throat and he nipped at her earlobe. As he breathed out, she heard the faint sound of glass shattering and when her eyes closed, she saw a bright white light. She tried to focus on the sound of his voice drowning out everything else.

"I love you, Ruby. I've always loved you."

Her hips continued to grind against him and she bit down on her bottom lip.

"I love you too. God, I need you."

He pulled back, his eyes so bright they almost looked like headlights in the dark. Her breath caught in her chest as she had the faintest feeling that she had seen something like this before. Again, she ignored it. It didn't matter now. All that mattered was him. 

Bucky smiled and hooked a finger in the waistband of her shorts. 

"Then let's get these off of you, shall we?"

Ruby rolled off his lap onto the bed, sliding back towards the headboard. Bucky followed close behind, his fingers catching in the fabric of her pajamas. The movement dragged her closer to him as he pulled the shorts down, tossing them to the side. 

"Jesus," Ruby moaned at the sight of him, the hard lines of his stomach and arms flexing as he moved toward her.

His forearms came up to cage Ruby in and he rubbed his nose against hers. 

"Just trying to help you out, sweetheart." 

He started slowly rocking his hips against her, sending electric shocks through her body that had her toes curling with each thrust. She was going to come before he was even inside of her. 

"Is that what you needed?" Bucky whispered breathlessly against her cheek. "Or should I give you more?" 

“I’ll beg if you want me to Bucky, just hurry up and fuck me,” Ruby moaned, lifting her hips, grinding desperately into him. 

“Jesus, okay baby, hang on,” Bucky muttered. “I gotcha Ru, I’ll take care of you.”

A blare of a car horn startled her, but Bucky didn’t seem to hear it, rolling the two of them so she was on top. “Why don’t you set the pace, maybe that’ll make you feel a little more comfortable.”

Ruby nodded her head, her chest heaving with pants as she tried to forget the noise. Bucky's hands gripped onto her hips helping her lift up slightly. She reached between them, grasping his cock and lining him up with her entrance. Ruby needed him and the more she sank onto him, it felt like a timer in her had started. 

Her mouth dropped slightly, feeling every inch of him as she settled onto him. "Feels so good," He groaned tilting his head back against her pillow. 

She began rolling her hips, slow at first before growing desperate as their moans began to fill the room. Whimpers and groans turned into quiet screeches and the sound of metal crunching. Ruby could feel that timer quickly ticking down and it only fueled her need for him.

Bucky's hands helped create a steady motion, rocking her back and forth, "I missed you." his head tilted back up as he admired every inch of her body.

Ruby leaned into his grip, arching her back as she rolled her hips forward in a needy attempt to feel him entirely. She slammed her eyes shut, willing herself to ignore the horrible images filling her mind of blood and twisted metal.

A bright light flashed in her eyes, as she heard Bucky moan from beneath her, the smell of burning and gasoline filling her senses. 

"Bucky…" She whined, opening her eyes and searching his features, as she reached for him, tangling her fingers in his, needing every bit of closeness she could get. He was right here, with her. Nothing bad was happening. It was a perfect moment. She repeated that to herself, as she rocked her hips, picking up her pace. 

"I'm right here, my love" He groaned, giving her hand a squeeze. "I've got you…" He cupped her cheek, and brought her lips down to meet his.

She squeezed his hand harder. She trusted the love of her life with her whole heart. Their heavy breathing mixed between them when she pulled back. 

“Never let me go.” She placed her forehead against his, blue eyes looking so deeply into hers. 

“Never.” He grunted with a final trust, warmth spread inside of her as he filled her up.

It made her let go, a tingling feeling shooting through her whole body and she collapsed onto him. Skin sticky against each other as they both tried to come down from their high.

She could feel electricity crackling through her nerve endings, making them explode as she shook on top of them. Bucky grabbed her chin gently and kissed her softly as he continued to move her hips. He wasn't finished.

"It's almost midnight, sugar."

Ruby looked at the clock, 11:51 p.m. and couldn't help but laugh. She couldn't believe this was happening. Ruby had adored him for so long, and she finally had him.

"It's not like you're going to turn into a pumpkin or something."

He chuckled softly. The smell of burning gasoline got stronger and she saw something dark and red gathering at his hairline like sweat. She blinked. It flickered in and out of her vision like television static. Ruby bit her lip. 

"Bucky--"

"Ruby, I'm--" 

He spilled into her with a groan and her mouth eclipsed his once more.

Ruby let out a whimper as he cupped her cheek, pressing soft kisses to her sweaty skin. 

"My sweet girl," he whispered. "Always my sweet girl." 

He rolled to her side with a groan, his fingers laying next to her thigh. The smell of smoke tickled Ruby's nose and throat, causing her to cough. Her eyebrows furrowed as she looked up at the ceiling. She felt cold suddenly, an unwelcome feeling tingling at her hands and feet. 

"Buck, something isn't right."

Bucky coughed, it sounding wet and heavy. She grabbed his hand, holding his freezing fingers tight. “Tell me another story, Bucky?”

He sighed heavily. “Once upon a time…there was the best girl in the world. She and her best pal were going driving one night, the night that shoulda been one of the best of their lives. It was her birthday see, and it was Halloween.”

Ruby lifted her head, looking at Bucky. His skin looked paler than before and his normally bright smile seemed weaker. 

His head rolled to the side, glancing at the clock. 11:54 "It was late like it is now..." His voice sounded strained as his head lulled back towards her. "The road was dark and the only light was from their headlights..." 

Tears stung her eyes as he spoke, "Bucky--" she whispered, a mournful feeling pitting in her stomach.

"Listen, we don't have time," he coughed again, blood dripping from the corner of his full lips.  "There was something in the road, you didn't have time. The car flipped. I think you're seeing me because of your family, I don't think I can stay..." he stopped, his mouth falling open as two large lines started to pull through his perfect flesh creating new horrific wounds that framed his blue eyes.

Ruby watched as everything around her melted away leaving her standing on a long dark highway; the only source of light was a set of flares and the flashing lights of a cop car. "Bucky?" She spun around, frantic, remembering, "Bucky!"

She ran toward the bright hot lights of the flares, stumbling over her own bare feet until she was standing in the wet grass of the ditch. "Ruby," Bucky's voice barked from behind her, standing mere feet from her covered in blood, "It wasn't your fault, remember that. It wasn't your fault."

"Bucky!" Ruby screeched, as a searing pain spread from the scar behind her ear across the rest of her head. She brought her hand up to her nose, and pulled it away, seeing the blood dripping from it. No. no. no this couldn't be happening. She heard the faint sound of tires squealing ring through her mind. 

The faint feeling of a hand brushing her cheek, brought tears from her eyes. "I love you Ruby... I'll never leave you..." He whispered in her ear. 

"No, no, no... This isn't real... this isn't happening… this is all a dream." She grasped her head in her hands and fell to her knees in the grass. "Bucky, help me! Please..." She screamed again.

Her pained cries surrounded her, tears streamed down her cheeks and her fingers dug into the skin of her chest. She wanted to rip out the aching pain in her heart.

This isn’t real.

“Y-you said…you wouldn’t let me go…” her voice quivered as she looked up at him, what was left of him.

He faded slowly right in front of her. She could almost see right through his sad,weak smile as he hunched down to meet her eyes. One cold hand reached up to cup her cheek. She closed her eyes, trying to remember how he felt when warm instead. 

“Look at me baby, I don’t have much time left…please.” He spoke right in front of her, but still he sounded so far away.

Shaking her head, she sobbed when she felt him place his forehead against hers, kissing her nose in the most tender way. “ I can’t…I don’t want to remember you like this. “

“Once upon a time there was a girl…” He said softly. 

She finally opened up her eyes, remembering when they laid in bed in each other's arms not long ago. He smiled down at her, the softest and sweetest smile that told her how much he loved and adored the woman in front of him.

Ruby shot up in her bed, her sweat covering the sheets as her alarm clock went off. She swung her arm at it, hurling it to the ground. It let out one final long, dying beep and then stopped. 

Sunlight was pouring in through the windows of her bedroom. As she looked around, she could still smell Bucky's cologne mixed with the faint scent of motor oil and copper. Ruby's hand clawed at her chest, her fingernails digging into her skin. 

Her eyes immediately went to the picture sitting on her nightstand. Her and Bucky at homecoming. He was kissing her cheek while she laughed. Both of them were the happiest they had ever been until that night changed everything. It was her fault. She should have never gotten in the car after drinking that much. He trusted her. 

Every birthday since then has been the same. Ruby reached over and grasped the photo.

"I'm sorry, Bucky."

Tears dripped onto the glass, distorting his face. Ruby quickly wiped them away, but there were so many falling that she couldn't keep up. She could still feel his lips on hers, and still feel his presence in the room. Ruby's eyes closed and her eyes filled with tears. 

She dropped the photo, put her head in her hands and began to weep, knowing that no matter what she did or how far she ran, her guilt would haunt her for the rest of her life.

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aftercare — monsta x

request: Hey could I please request a headcanon/reaction with a male reader about aftercare with each monsta x member also possibly please make super fluffy n soft? (love your blog btw xx)

a/n: thank you so much nonnie 🥺❤️ hope you enjoy! this is very much with a focus on them in their little individual scenarios but pls let me know if you’d like to see a more reader focused version or if instead of this little scenarios you’d just want headcanons about aftercare with them individually in general (i think that was more what you originally wanted but idk this was just easier for me to write so just let me know if you’d rather me write actual headcanons)!!!

word count: 1.1k

content: sub!monsta x, dom!gn!reader, these are all still nsfw and some stuff have smutty intros to the little scenarios, just general aftercare stuff like cleaning them up, giving water, giving massages, offering food, etc.

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son hyunwoo/shownu:

he shudders, body still twitching with little aftershocks of pleasure as he lies there, practically paralyzed by the cloudy feeling in his head and the heavy, comfortable ache in his limbs, “sweet bear,” you murmur with a kiss to his forehead, he smiles softly, “let me clean you up.”

he lies still as the warm cloth rubs gently against his skin, wiping off the mess that came with the intense kind of sex you had just had. it was incredible, but you both came out of it with a mess.

but shownu can’t exist in this world without caring for someone at any given moment, and so as quickly as the high completely dies down and you’re done cleaning him up, he offers to help you. he’s still aching with pain, so you try not to let him, but he’s insistent, and at some point you just gotta give in. you let him clean you up as you kiss little pecks of love onto his cheek, his chin, his temple, even his nose. he laughs endearingly, and all is comfortable. conversation is light, just soft little ‘i love you’s and little giggles of happiness.

though he’ll probably, in the awkward yet charming shownu fashion, ask to go get food soon after. 

lee hoseok/wonho:

his jaw hangs open with his pretty eyes closed as he takes in the overwhelming pleasure, shaking from a high that’s left him breathless. he has just enough mind left to remember that he could break the headboard if he isn’t careful with his muscled arms tied above his head. you both had to learn the hard way before just how strong he really was.

his heavy breaths are the only sounds that fill the room as you give him a moment to get himself together enough for you both to shower. you press faint little kisses on his hand or his shoulder as you wait patiently. there’s no rush, and besides, he’s quite the view like this.

your hand massages his chest absentmindedly the moment you can see those thoughts return to him, “was i- was i good? did you even cum? we can keep going, i don’t mind-”

“you can’t handle any more, sweetheart. let it go,” you cut him off, a soft smile on your features, “you were good. you’re always perfect to me.”

lee minhyuk:

cum splattered on his trembling torso leaves him looking so deliciously wrecked, not to mention the look of desperation and helplessness permanently etched on his face. his wrists are bruised from all the struggling in those handcuffs, and his poor butt will be stinging with an ache that won’t leave him for a week at least.

but he looks content as you wipe the cum off of him, helping him to the bathroom where you can clean him up properly. he watches you blankly with dazed eyes and a dopey little smile as you focus so intently, he’s endeared by how much you care every single time.

“baby,” you whisper to him, so spaced out and happy that you have to wave your hand in front of his face to get his attention, “let’s get you dressed. i’ll order us food, and we can have a movie night. how does that sound?”

yoo kihyun:

tears stain his cheeks as he hiccups, crying as he cums for the third time that night. he begs for that to be the last one because it felt like if he had to keep going his body would just break. he clings to your arm as you hush his crying, cum covering his stomach and thighs and the towel underneath him. he doesn’t even have it in him anymore to be embarrassed, the little tingles of pleasure rippling through him as the high subsides.

“kihyun, darling,” you say, running your fingers through his hair. he’s too sweaty for it to be too cute of a moment, but it’s comforting to him, your touch is such a comfort, “sweetie, you did so well. i’m so proud.”

he was grateful he was already crying because your loving words and your softest touch while he’s in such a vulnerable and bare state would have made him more emotional than he’d like to admit.

chae hyungwon:

he lays limply on the bed, still breathing heavy but mostly recovered from a high so intense that he’s always amazed at just how incredible being yours feels. you make him sit up reluctantly and hand him a bottle of water with the lid already unscrewed and as he drinks, you’re already sitting behind him, rubbing his back and all those tense muscles seem to relax with just a little bit of pressure.

he moans lightly the entire time, but you never do it hard enough to really hurt, “talk to me, won. how are you doing after that?”

“good, i’m alright. you- ah, you’re a lot stronger than i was anticipating,” he says somewhat exasperatedly, but you both laugh it off and he goes back to drinking his water.

you sigh comfortably, suddenly more lovey dovey in that moment, “i love you, won.”

he smiles, “i love you too.”

lee jooheon:

he holds the pillow close as he shivers even though he really isn’t cold. your session hadn’t been that intense, but you always make him feel so good and he’s so far up in the clouds that he needs you to safely bring him back down.

“honey,” your touch helps to ground him as you lay behind him, holding his waist.

he feels so small and adored being held like this, so dizzy and dazed he can barely do anything besides lie there and let you whisper little nothings in his ear.

he always gets butterflies like this. your words always make him happy but there’s something about being in this state while you whisper to him, “i love you, sweetie. you did so well, always my good boy,” that just gets him lost in contentment. you smile, “take your time coming down, sweetheart. i’ll be here the whole time.”

im changkyun/i.m:

his head between your thighs was definitely the prettiest sight, but it’s easy to admit that he looks adorable with his head resting on your lap. you would have stopped a while ago after he came, but he’s always adamant about you getting off too. his fingers gently rub your thigh as he sits on the floor beside the bed, still resting his head on your thighs and leaving faint little kisses that make you giggle.

“kyunnie?” you say, and his eyes flutter open, looking up at you so adoringly, “how do you feel, baby?”

he sighs comfortably, like he’s in a daze. you help him up off the floor and cuddle him on the bed, brushing his dark hair out of his pretty eyes as he murmurs, “i’m happy.”

“i’m glad,” you whisper, this time it’s you pressing kisses to his shoulder, “let me hold you for a few minutes and then i’ll get up and take care of the mess, and i’ll also make you something to eat, okay?”

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𝑺𝑾𝑬𝑬𝑻 𝑯𝑶𝑹𝑴𝑶𝑵𝑬𝑺?

Summary: Where you're pregnant but clueless and Harry's going feral at your mood swings.

Warning: Fluff. Smut. Angst. Long. dad!Harry.

Pairing: Harry x (fem!reader)

One the dining table surrounded by Jeff and his family were Y/n and Harry. His slender soft hands were gesticulating, heart shaped lips bubbling onto British accent and he cackled loudly but his beautiful laugh didn't caught y/n attention. She rolled the peas in her plate, twiddling with her fork. She never had a liking for peas. But, at the moment in her plate they're disgusting her to pit making her go paler. She just wants a big appetizing spicy meal is it too much to ask?

As, they did business talk she sighed shakily relaxing into her plush chair and when Harry's concentration diverted to her he placed his calloused hand atop her thigh giving it a squeeze.

"What d'ya say, y/n?" He carried a tinge of lust and mischievousness both in his jade eyes and his smirk as he stroked her flesh from under the table.

Believe me y/n is in no mood to be teased at. She glared him with hooded peepers and smacked his hand away, blowing away his irises. Thankful enough everyone was too occupied in their own bubble to hear the stinging 𝘵𝘩𝘸𝘢𝘤𝘬! sound of slap Harry just got because of his antics.

"Heeeeeyyyyyyy." He complained with a twitch of his lips narrowing his eyes to crinkles. Y/n just shrugged giving attention to Jeff's baby sitting beside her.

Harry scoffed quifing his hickorey curls back when he saw how her entire demeanor changed into his usual cheerful lovie the moment she turned to the little girl beside her, his heart swooned into unconditional love as she helped the baby to collect her peas into a large spoon.

Once they were done with this little business dinner where Harry decided whether he should opt for his new movie or not they left for home, because y/n was getting quite antsy.

At the threshold of their home Harry cradled her face kissing her with tongue and wet full mouth. He moaned shamelessly as she palmed his bulging cock slowly. Harry was sliding the straps of her dress down when she shook her head slipping from her heels with the support of his shoulders.

"Not tonight, H." She didn't gave him further explanation instead a painful soft hiss escaped her lungs when the balls of her feet met the wooden floor. Her back and feet are on fire. She's a pro at wearing heels and never feeling achy, this new change's making her want to grunt frustrated with all of her previous 'm-not-feeling-well mood.

Harry's jaw fell to ground at her dismissal. She didn't even glanced back leaving him hard and wrecked into his trousers. He thought for a second maybe she's mad at him for something he has done in past but when he pushed his every funny brain cell to work he couldn't find anything.

She was out like a night bulb till the time Harry brushed his teeth and changed into sweats. His lips quirking up at the slightest of plush-y pout at his lovie's face and he sneaks his forearms underneath her lousy body pulling her closer to his naked chest kissing her pout and smoothing the littlest of frown on her forehead.

Harry groaned in the hot of night wandering hands finding for her in the middle of sheets but he could grasp on nothing but her scent.

Rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand and with an adorable loud yawn he slinged his legs to the foot of bed, going on an adventure to find for his misses.

Every floor-board creaking the weep of sudden alarm, yellow mellow luminosity falling at his feet from the kitchen and he pipped his head from the door frame to have a look of what's happenin' inside.

He shakes his head, the knuckle of his index under the plump of his bottom lip as he took in the beautiful sight of his baby on the floor sitting her butt infront of the wide open refrigerator.

His button up shirt doing nothing to hide her collarbones exposing the rosy flesh of her tits and the nude panties flashing from the bent valley of her knees.

She's gobbling spoonfuls of chocolate ice-cream straight from the tub, an erotica novel perched upon her knee and she looks innocently sexy wearing her baby-pink reading glasses.

Harry clamps his mouth shut from laughing out loud when she tried to drink the melted icecream from the tub and it all splashed onto her face down her chest.

At first she groaned licking it clean still reading the erotica which's causing a pool of arousal in her panties but then a certain dirty page and she threw her head back moaning making Harry gasp a "fuck." in surprise.

He blinked several times, lines pinching at his forehead when the book fell from her hold carelessly and she leaned back a little tracing her sweet coated fingers down her hip-bones.

She didn't wanted to be touched hours ago and look at her now Harry thought smugly as she nibbled her bottom lip inside her pretty mouth putting pressure onto the wet patch of her soaked panties making her whimper intensely.

With a huff she got rid of any barrier between her pussy and fingers lying back on the core floor and Harry took the inside of his cheek in between his morals when her smooth pussy folds drenched into her juices glistened exposed full infront of him.

He don't wants to disturb her by any means so standing there he just enjoyed the pleasuring sight of her playing with herself.

She hisses toying her swollen clit back and forth. Her fingers covering in her wetness and Harry wants to suck them as her wedding band completely shined with her arousal.

"Oh. Yes..." She breathily moaned eyelids fluttering when after circling her hole with many lewd strokes she finally inserted her middle and index inside herself.

Harry's legs clenched tightly and he cupped his boner when she arched her spine into air while caressing her spongy sweet spot, "fuck. baby." Harry whispered mouth getting dry, he wants to fuck her right and there but he wouldn't. He's getting too much ecastasy seeing her get off.

"Oh my god. Harry..." The dams of every affection inside Harry broke down floating his heart in the flood of so much love for his lover and he smiled proudly as she fucked herself with her fingers but yelled his name, for all she could imagine's him.

Pinning her down. Shoving his cock inside her. She thinks of how he'd manhandle her then after fucking her raw he'd make love to her, with languid strokes of his cock against her walls and how he'd whisper all the dirty sweet things she loves to hear.

"Fuck. 'M-—gonna.." Her pupils dilating as she sped her motion rocking her hips, her nails scratching the inside of her wide spread thigh and Harry could see the rim of her hole palpilating around her moving digits, knowing she's close to tipple into bliss.

"C'mon sweet girl. cum fo' me." He whispered sweat breaking at his back and she bolted her eyes shut, palm slapping against her pelvis and she gritted her teeth, bucking her hips for more causing her tits to bounce at how his shirt has ridden low down her ribs and Harry litreally lost it.

"Oh fuck daddy.." She gave a sultry shameless moan when the waves of pleasure hit her causing the knot in her belly to burn into ashes finally. Heat crawled at the Harry's cheeks and throat when she didn't stopped blabbering "fuck, fuck daddy." pushing her fingers in and out vigorously until her thighs cramp together.

She tastes her own cum with a hint of icecream and she giggled loudly delicate fingers still inside mouth shaking her head at what she did, hiding her eyes under her arm.

Harry puts his fist atop his heart. The sight too much to handle. Not to startle her he soundlessly makes his way back to their bedroom.

Showering quickly she pads into bed straddling from over his chest and a whiff of her after orgasm hit his nostrils making him weak in his act that he's deep in slumber.

She smauches a loud fat kiss to his cheek and Harry almost���almost gave out a warm smile which went unnoticed by her as she snuggled under his armpit slinging her leg over his hip to feel the closeness.

Seven in the morning and she felt empty, a burning inside her for again wanting to be touched. She was admiring his features, the freckles sheltered beside his nose, twin moles at his little cute chin and she grazed her hands all over his taught tanned shoulders getting her leverage with them and straddling his torso with a sudden shift.

She swiped a long fat stroke of her tongue from his sternum to his adam apple, grazing her pearl teeth against his jugular vein. He's undeniably beautiful when he's asleep. She thinks he looks extra fuckable in the morning. So, sensitive and raspy under her.

She pecks his lips, then his glossy eyelids and then a kiss to very skin that's visible to her. Hormones going wild inside her and she feels herself warm. She slides down a little softly massaging her pelvis against his, while sucking his nipple inside her mouth.

Harry stirs in his sleep brows furrowing and she lulls her head at her shoulders eyes at ceiling as she humped his morning hard rock cock.

"Lovie'?" He grogged out only hissing at end when she grinded with a sluggish push, his hardness prodding between her covered pussy lips.

"Want you, baby.." She whined. Breaths ragged hair sticked to her hairline from the eagerness and Harry smirked gliding his damp palms up her thick thighs, "c'mon baby take me." She ushered urgently snapping her hips in dying lust.

"Thought ye' didn't wanted me las' night?" He playfully rasped out pawing at her hips and her cheeks flushed with crimson. She abruptly rolled to side from over him fiddling with her shirt, something in her emotions isn't right at the moment she noticed. Why the hell she wants to cry when she herself dismissed him but when he's teasing her it's getting on her nerves.

"Hey. hey...m'sweet cherry look at me." He hastily cupped her cheeks concern in his eyes as he sat on his knees tilting her chin to make her look at him. "Was kiddin' didn't mean it." He leaned to kiss her oh so softly and her stomach knotted just from his lips.

"Gonna take care of yer', shh." He caressed her nipples from under his shirt leaving love bites at the hilt of her jaw shushing her with a gentle coo when she whimpered grinding her pussy against his bulge.

From the last night experience he's aware she doesn't. want. to. be. teased in any case so he yanked his sweats down and his cock hit her lower abdomen making her giggle which soon fueled down when the pink head of his erection brushed against the spongy wall of her exposed cunt.

He kissed her shoulder tugging his cock giving it few lazy pumps and his precome dropped in between her pussy folds, making her gasp and grope his arse for more.

She coiled her arms around the nape of his neck as he swirled her earlobe with his tongue humming when he crushed her under his weight after burying himself deep into her sloppy sweet cunt. Her tight walls milked and nursed his cock that he could cum inside her without any movement from how sensitive he's.

"Mhm. Feels good." He murmured trailing kisses from the dip where her delicate collarbones meet the curve of her neck and she groaned lewdly when he kneaded her nipples which are way plumper than before.

"Harry..." She locked her ankle above his spine, scratching her nails down his lustrous back knowing it makes him crazy and when she whined under him it sent his brows rocketing to his forehead.

"Fuck me hard, baby. Bang me." He pushed himself back from the crook of her neck with the support of his elbows on either side of her temple. Eyes wide, brows kinked into amusement and lips parted staring her with ever surprise.

"Bu' ye' like it slow in the mor—" Poor Harry retorted to his wife like a kiddo of two. Confused in the abrupt change of their routine. Their morning sex's always sensual and passionate, she enjoys the warmth of his weight all over her and how he embraces her like a blanket while grinding their pelvises slowly.

He grunted with a squeal of high pitch when she flipped him to side crawling up at his thighs, "I know lover. But right now I want to be fucked, so bad." She muttered distractedly wrapping her cold hand around his eternity and guiding it inside of her as Harry watched her rather proud at her swankness, his non-existent double chin forming when he tried to see properly.

"Ah-ah." Her moans strangling in her throat. Harry gripped her thighs with a harsh softness just how she likes it as she took pleasure of atlast being filled. Her ass cheeks pressed again his loaded balls.

Her nails digging into his taught chest as she planted her hand behind herself atop his thigh now Harry could practically see his veiny erect cock disappearing inside her.

He grunted hoarsely collecting his and her arousal bringing it to her chest and twisting her nipples mildly not to hurt her but it still did since she's pregnant. Pregnancy means sensitivity every fucking where!

"Ow." She slapped his wrist and Harry immediately pulled his hands away in a frenzy of worry, "did I hurt ye'?" He blabbered pushing her closer to his chest with his palms pressed at her back.

"No...maybe mornin'. S'okay." She frowned at herself at what's happening with her but soon it all melted away when his cock hit her g-spot into pleasurable massaging patterns.

Harry moaned into her ear when she squeezed around him, "hmm. lovie' keep doin' that and I wouldn't last long." He thrusted his cock hard for the first time and she whimpered a plead of "harder."

"Spank me daddy." She hummed eroticaly eyes closed as she rid his big cock deeper and deeper that she felt him in her tummy. "Dirty girl. Fuckin' insatiable. mhm? fucked herself last night still wants to get railed by daddy."

His large bare hand came smacking her ass with a stinging but pleasuring pain causing her ass to jiggle and he kneaded her asscheek to soothe the red sting only to spank her again that sent her into a blabbering mess of, "please daddy." not knowing what her pleads are for.

Swiveling her hips, she shoved her face into the crook of his neck sniffling his sweet vanilla smell as Harry did all the work to make them cum.

"Close." She whispered daintyly and Harry nodded kissing her head giving few more intense thrusts. His cock twitching coated into her arousal and buried into her walls.

"Fuck. hell darlin'—" He shouted groggily fucking into her feeling that desireful burn collecting at the bottom of his spine same goes for y/n and her mouth agaped into silent scream when her pussy cramped around his dick due to her waiting for him to cum with her.

Harry grabbed her jaw smashing his lips over hers into a wet smauchy kiss, tongues stroking lazily and lips caressing like ocean waves. They both moaned into eachother's mouth when that bone crushing and toe curling pleasure drowned them.

"Blood-eh hell." Harry chuckled breathily. His hand wounding around her hair on the neck as he didn't even wanted a thread like barrier in between of her.

"Fucks me so well." She yawned trailing her nose up and down at the back of his earlobe. Her breaths rough and in sync with his. "Shower?" He pecked the corner of her lips and the closed lid of her eyes.

"Can we sleep fo' some more?" She murmured with a lisp and he smiled widely bobbing his head tucking away her wild loose hair, squeezing her waist and taking an hour nap with his cock still inside her warm snug cunt.

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In the shower she couldn't resist from groping and teasing him, and he didn't tried to pry away from her. Her wildness and libido is everywhere like a gooey mess and he's loving it. Harry had to hold her with slippery soppy hands as she gave him lazy mindblowing head under the cold shower despite her knees went stiff from tiles and her back burned like it never did before.

She adored her husband's back with her chin resting atop her fist, his shoulders shifting, damp curls bouncing as he prepared the better for pancakes. The aroma of banana batter making her tummy go funny and her chest tightening.

When Harry spinned to meet her eyes. Her honey pooled eyes bedazzling and features silken under the golden sunshine. Sparrows carried Harry's heart into a meadow where there's just love and affection.

"What got into ye' bunny?" She didn't diverted her gaze from his as he whisked the batter leaning at her level, raising his brows in a questioning.

"Dunno." She shrugged and he pecked her lips but she scrunched her nose at the whiff of amber moist mintish wooden coming from Harry's collar. The baby didn't liked Harry's new scent at all!

She's feeling sick to her stomach. The morning sickness hitting her. Bringing her hand to cover her nose she spoke muffled with a gag, "what are you wearin'?" He frowned pulling back sniffing his own armpits.

"Wha'? Ye' didn't liked it?" Her choices matters most. And no even if she would have the baby didn't at the moment. She shook her head in denial and Harry didn't even muttered another word when she rushed to washroom.

Her knees colliding with the hardcore tiles and fingers griping the rim of toilet as she puked any of the contents she had in her stomach with a burn in her throat and bloodshot eyes.

In an instant he was by her side. Hands meandering into her loose tresses massaging her scalp soothingly as he cooed sweet nothings to her knowing how much she hates to vomit, the only reason she doesn't drink.

With a loud groan she smashed her cheek against her forearm, her hairline sticky and goosebumps appearing at her bare legs.

"You okay, darlin'?" He asked her kneading the dimple at her spine and she nodded slouching into his arms, "see it's all icecream." He pointed to the toilet bowl full of that icky thing.

"Yuck." She blew him off and he chuckled helping her to stand up, "maybe ate too much icecream last night." She giggled with foamy mouth while brushing her teeth.

"S'kay sweet girl. gonna flip some pancakes, join me in the kitchen." She rolled her eyes. He smooched a kiss to her cheek winking and waddled outside.

They fought over the last pancake only that Harry decided they should share but when he looked how she gave him puppy eyes his heart melted into caramel honey and he ended up feeding it himself to her.

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There's nothing too much to do atleast for Harry during the quarantine. He writes and plays some melodies. Then he goes on his mission to annoy y/n while she's doing her nine to five job, he cracks her toe-fingers, tickles her soles, trails kisses at her ankles and pushes her buttons so much knowing when she gets all riled up she traps him under her and fucks the shit out of him so bad he couldn't sit on his arse next two days.

"Harry! unlike you I've an actual job." Today at last she snaps her frustration at him because her spine feels like it would break into two despite of whole pillow kingdom under her.

"Heyyyyyy." He complains sucking her big toe into his mouth and she throws her head back with a slightest of relief.

"Maybe. 'M bout to get my periods. Too cranky." Only if she knew. She pouted placing the laptop over the nightstand crawling to his laid body, "c'mon baby lemme loosen up ya' a bit and fuck you hard." Harry's words immediately pooling her panties with warmth and she nodded eagerly kissing him with open mouth.

He fulfilled his promise. Gave her a proper massage with coconut oil and when he separated her asscheeks to have a look at her glistening cunt, she was dripping and Harry couldn't resist to take her on the stomach.

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She's two months pregnant and her cravings are kicking her hard. The whole night she stared at ceiling of bedroom thinking about the roasted chicken, spaghetti, anything mouth watering and appetizing she could imagine off.

At the moment as Harry snored cuddled up inside her while she laid straight on her back. Chocolates were all where in her mind. She swiped her tongue between her lips, sneaking her arm from under Harry and strolling to kitchen. She rummaged through cabinets and refrigerator for her favourite box of her dark chocolates.

She loves them. When in university she couldn't afford them she would save her extra coins to buy them and when they started dating Harry picked upon her certain likeness. He would bring her those chocolates loving to see how blush used to creep up at her cheeks, how she would looka at floor and scrunch her bunny nose from avoiding to give her excitement.

At the moment all she want is to taste that rich and bursting feeling seeping into her taste buds. She huffed stomping her feet when she couldn't find the purple of box of chocolates.

Tears brimming in her eyes and anger boiling inside her at the fact why she's crying, for fuck's sake!

She strided grumpily to their bedroom. Jumping on the bouncy mattress so furiously that Harry was about to fall down but he didn't woke up. He's high in his dreams.

"Psst. Bambi. Harryyyyyy." She whispered yelled poking his dimples and pinching his nose to clog his breathing, rocking his body drawling out a tired, "harryyy wakey. wakey." The sight's so funny to see. She's all teary. Pink nose. Shining eyes. Fat tears at her collarbones but still she's trying to be humble on him.

"Huh-uh, bubby?" He rasped out squinting his eyes to see what's happening around him. She sucked her bottom lip inside to stop from hiccuping and worrying him more. She hates to make him anxious for herself.

"D-do you know where my chocolates are?" He sighed guilt tripping from his breath.

"Ate 'em. Swear the only bar was left." She wants to do something to him. To scowl at him and make him bring the chocolates right fucking now to her but she pushed her own yearn for them down. Wiping her nose she just muttered a little "okie." getting comfortable into his sprawled arm.

Even in the sleepiness Harry sensed her fumbleness and restlessness. She shook her head kissing his head when he yawned a "sorry." then tangled their legs together snuggling into her cosily.

The first thing in the morning Harry did was bought her those chocolates and a cold mocha when he went for a jog. She was still sleeping. He was bout to wake her up since it was past nine, but the exhausted lankiness of her made him do the opposite. He didn't disturbed her until it was past noon.

"You specially went to buy these for me!?" She chirped with enthusiasm. Tip-toeing to meet his lips and Harry shied away at her lovin'. He hummed at the bitter-sweet taste of chocolate on her wine lips.

"I always do. Don't I?" He chuckled confusingly. She sang a melody in agreement strolling in the kitchen giving a smack to his bum and a pinch to his hip. He just thinks the work really tired his poor wifey past days, now she got a proper sleep she's back to her bubbly self.

The storm is yet to come. An unexpected wave of ocean's yet to crash onto their relationship.

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Their routine's like this. She wakes up late. He drags his ass in the empty house with a bored expression and puppy eyes. Then they eat breakfast in their bed, mostly made by Harry. Then Harry takes her, on the back, on her stomach, on all fours, against the kitchen counter, on the plushiest couch while they watch one movie as usual go, most of time distracting her from work and putting his mouth on her cunt, giving her his long slender fingers on her demand, sometimes fucking her in the pool because she looked too gorgeous in her sunflower bikni. He loves how plump and soft like a pudding she has got.

It's sex. Anytime and everytime.

Then they share a glass of milk and cookies before going bed, doing an innocent act before doing the really filthy ones.

It's five in the morning and Harry's leaving for L.A for some contracts. Her chin wobbled and bottom lip jutted as she hugged him for dear life refusing to let him go.

"Y/n. Hey, sweet baby listen t' me yeah?" He coaxed her petting her hair. She shook her head and he giggled showering her in his many sweet sloppy wet kisses.

"Travelling in a damn pandemic? Seems like a bad idea to me." She gruffly spoke. Eyes stinging as she tried to hold her tears. The baby in her belly's gonna miss their daddy.

"I have to." He sighed lingering his lips over her temple, giving her tender forehead kisses many times but it didn't soothe the burn in her.

"Jus' take care, okay? Please." She gave in atlast instructing the love of her life and cupping his cheeks to look in his eyes. He laced their fingers together kissing her engagement ring and her softest palms.

"I'll. don't worry darlin'. Ye' take care of yer'self too check the locks before sleeping, yeah?" She sniffled in between of giggles when he lulled her face in between his palms side to side like a smol kid.

"Now go...before I change my mind and lock you up inside." Honestly he doesn't want to go too. But it's important and that's the only issue. With a heavy heart he waved her from their porch, blowing her a kiss which she caught and pretended to shove into her shirt in the middle of her tits making his laugh echoe in the neighbourhood.

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Harry don't forgets to check upon her even with the time zones. He talks to her until she falls asleep. He helps her get-off from his dirty talking through phone and warns her not to cum till he gives permission. She obeys like an atta good girl she's.

She's been having carvings. Having wild libido to soothe down her desire. She throws tantrums with no-one around and has been not doing her work properly. She cries from the frustration and achy tendions of hers and that Harry's not her to heal them better.

Most of all she misses Harry more than she should.

She's watching telly after facetiming Harry before he went to sleep. She crunched on her pringles, it's like her soul got relief from how bad she wanted to eat them.

She awed at the babies on the telly. Some in their diapers and onesies, some with cute chubby cheeks, with piggy tails and blabbering mess. Her baby fever on it's peak.

Then it crashed on her. The epiphany. She didn't got her periods did she? She was blaming it on her periods but in reality she never got them.

She gasped in astonishment and anxiousness not knowing what to do but waddled to the ensuite washroom. She pulled the hem of her panties first when she found it spotless her nerves crippled more.

She carelessly took the tattered t-shirt of Harry from over her head and threw it to hamper. Her breath hitching looking at her breasts, it looks swelled and full, she brushed the pad of her fingers around the areola and pinched her eyes when she felt them a tiny bit of moist from the nipples.

But, it could be from something else right? So. She raked her sight down her tummy and unfortunately she found it a tiniest bit of showing, she fake assured herself when in reality it was really visible the barely roundness atop her pelvis. But, it could be from the way she was home for three months and did nothing except of gobbling food upon food right?

In a hurry she went to nearest grocery store. The cashier lady gave her an assuring smile closing her eyes to calm y/n nerves down and y/n hastily said a "thank you." Indicating how her gesture made y/n warm.

Siting on the toilet seat she waited impatiently head in her one hand and other holding the pregnancy test. Her tears on bayline. Wishing Harry was with her at this time. He missed it.

When the test came out of positive she sobbed out. Doing another one with shaky fingers. And heasteric sobs.

The anxiety making her sick to core. Her head pounding and she ended up throwing. She just wants him by her side. For him to tell her it's okay. That he's so fuckin' happy he could cry and she should too. But he's not and she doesn't even know he wants this baby. His baby. Their baby.

Ofcourse. They've talked about having a family and having little Harrys messing around everywhere in their house but they never tried for it. It was too early. They're married from just two years. Yeah. You got married in the last year of uni and have your surname as Styles which Harry's quite proud and smug of that he have his initials in his girl's degree.

She just started a proper job an year ago. With tear stained face she slowly went to bed, bringing her knees closer to her chest and sandwiching her hands in between them as she cried to sleep.

She doesn't know how to act. Not when there's nobody beside her to cajole her emotions to trepidation. No-one to rub her back and tell her that she's gonna be a lovely mommy. Not when she doesn't know if he wants all of this but she has decided that she wants it even if she looses her job or him.

When she startled from her sleep not very long after she reached for her phone dialling Harry's number. He was exhausted like a dead bee and one of his friend had to shake him. He went all alarmed at her name and snatched the phone putting it to his ear.

"You were asleep." She asked with a rough voice and he hummed trying to open his eyes. Few sniffles that were swallowed back in her throat and she managed to speak her voice wavering.

"Umm...we need to talk. It's urgent." At her words Harry shot up from his sleepy position his own voice shaky now, "what d'ya mean?" She wants to tell him that Harry Styles you're gonna be a daddy. But, she didn't. She couldn't.

"Can you take the flight back home?" He was already on his feet looking for his things, "yeah. Comin' back home." She closed her eyes just trying to relaxe herself.

"Will it affect our marriage?" He asked anxiously. She shrugged muttering and looking down at her barely visible bump. For the first time she felt so lonely, "depends on you."

"You're scarin' me darlin'." He rushed out without an explanation to his friends taking the first flight back to London. He was already exhausted and jittery. Now emotional too assuming worst scenarios of what happened in the sudden change of her mood.

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It was early morning when he reached home. His heart dropped when he found the kitchen empty, threshold barren despite of knowing she's mostly asleep at this hour of morning but still he was afraid.

He found his love in the living room. Her back to him and when she turned to him his chest tightened. She's a sight for sore eyes. But she's looking sore and like a cherrie pie at the moment.

"Bunny? Everything's alright?" She shook her head left and right that caused him to walk towards her hurriedly with wobbly legs.

Tears welling her eyes again. "You've to sit, first." She said in between her breaths and his own strucked inside him as to what the news is that would send him falling. He could pray only at the moment.

He crouched to his knees infront of her and she brushed his lousy curls back as he ran his hands up her thighs, smiling at him through tears but it soon vanished and Harry felt like he could give out a one sob or perhaps two.

His brows knighting together in confusion when she curled her fingers around the hem of her baggy shirt. She bolted her eyes shut. Harry stared the littlest of bun of her tummy gradually dots connecting in his mind.

"I'm pregnant, Harry." She said in a one breath. Dunno if she heard it too. Harry kept on staring at the womb that holds his baby, his fingers stopped moving and when it took too long for him to give a reaction she jumped to conclusions rambling.

"It's okay if you don't want it. We'll figure it out, but I want this baby. I don't care if you d—" She was cut off with the first gentle touch of Harry's to her belly as he stroked it with his thumb that sent electricity sensations to his heart, "shut up. I'd risk my life for it."

At this she sobbed out and he did too. She did right to make him sit else he'd have fainted in the middle of their room at her happy news.

"I thought-" Her cries got muffled as she continuously kissed the insides of his calloused palms and his knuckles, "why?" He wasn't stern or offensive he's just curious and seriously worried that what of his actions made her think that he wouldn't keep this baby. His own baby.

"Dunno. We were never prepared for this, you know..." He chuckled at her kissing the top of her nose. Peppering kisses all over her face. The mother of his baby.

"Why wouldn't I want a sweet human we created together? I'd want as many as we could. next time we would be on a whole mission." She giggled jabbing his shoulder and he gave out a hearty laugh slipping his mop of curls under her shirt smauching wet loud pecks and kisses to her tummy his words slobbery, "two bunnies!" His voice squeaky and comic with excitement.

He took her in his lap. Saturating any distance between and kissed her lovingly with more love and tenderness now she's carrying his baby.

"The mother of meh' baby." He murmured into her mouth stroking the corner of her lips as he deepened the kiss, "s' proud of you." He appreciates her for bearing all the sickness, achiness and icky-ness.

"Thank you for bearing my fussy ass." He's more giggly feeling not even a bit of jet-lag and shook his head smirking at her, "I know you're gonna be way more fussy than this, bu' I love you too much that I'll handle your tantrums."

She ruffled his hair kissing his forehead.

"Now...I got to know why ye' always craved for chocolates all the time, our baby loves chocolates jus' like ye'." He gave a squeeze to the soft flesh of her ass and went all serious in another minute, "gonna feed ye' favourite chocolates because no way she's getting this amount of sweetness when she's born, don't want rotten teeth." He has already glued to his chosen gender.

Y/n laughed loudly at his silliness. Apologising she pecked his lips cinching her fingers through his baby curls, "seriously Harry? We don't know the gender yet."

"'S gonna be my sweet sweet girl, with pretty little mouth of yours and my eyes." Y/n is fuckin' sentimental and again tears of undeniable love brimmed in her eyeliner for the loving man, father of her unborn child.

He trailed kisses from her throat to her cheeks cradling it in his two fingers, "now tell me bunny. How do you want me." He was hovering over her lips and when she wet them they striped against his.

"Make love t' me then fuck me rough." His hips bucked at her boldness and she pinned down with an arch of her brow, kissing him passionately so he murmured a "heyyyyyy." In her mouth squirming under her giving her Bambi eyes.

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A/N: My fingers (R.I.P). Please, reblog and give your feedbacks all the love and kisses!!

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Part i of the Without You series: When Colson and Megan break up, the boys count on Y/N to piece Colson back together, which only leads to disaster.

Colson x Reader

Warnings: Colson being kind of a dick, cursing, a little bit of aggression/ violence. This one’s definitely angsty.

A/N: This was supposed to be just a one part fic. Then that turned into 2 parts. And then 3. And then all of a sudden I had written 5 parts and over 10,000 words. Enjoy 😊 (also this is v unedited so if you see a mistake... mind ya business)

Word Count: 2084

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When you got the text from Rook, you knew it was probably gonna be bad. 

Megan just left him, for good. Not gonna be pretty the next few days so maybe don’t come by anytime soon. 

Your heart broke for your best friend. Colson had been really in love with Megan. And as much as you hated seeing them together for your own personal reasons, you could tell he was really happy. 

Ok. Let me know if you guys need me. If it gets bad I can take Casie for a few days. Take care of him for me pls. 

You and Colson had been friends for years now. You knew almost everything about each other, you told him everything. He let you crash at his place after your ex kicked you out, and you had spent many hours curled up with him, watching stupid movies to distract him from his most recent breakup or mental breakdown. 

But this was different. Colson told you he wanted to marry her at some point, and you knew he wasn’t lying. And you couldn’t blame him. As much as you hated no longer being the only women (other than Casie) in his life, you couldn’t dislike Megan. She was just one of those people who everyone loved. 

The thought of texting Colson crossed your mind, but you weren’t sure if it would hurt or help. From the sound of it, he was a wreck.

So, naturally, you texted Pete. 

Have you talked to Cols yet?

With Colson came Pete, or came you, you weren’t really sure. Somewhere along the way you and Pete had become close friends. He was like the older brother you’d never asked for, and he would probably say something similar about you. 

You couldn’t really explain it, Pete could read you like a book. And because of that, he knew everything. He was the only one to catch on to the way you sometimes looked at Colson for too long, or got irritated when he’d bring a new girl around. 

I’m heading over there right now. You should talk to him.

You rolled your eyes.

Not sure that’s the best idea. You guys are better at handling... all that. Once he gets a little less angry then I’ll take him. 

Pete texted you back a few minutes later.

Thanks for the support, kid. I’ll keep you updated. Just pulled in.

Good luck, Petey.

You tossed your phone on your bed, a sigh leaving your lips. You decided worrying was a problem for another day.

No more than 12 hours later you were getting a phone call from Rook. 

“Dude it’s like 4 in the morning, why are you calling me.” 

“Y/N, we’ve tried everything. He’s locked up in his room and every time one of us tries to talk to him he blows up. Literally he almost punched Slim a few hours ago.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose, groaning at the predicament. “So now you want me to come over?” You asked, “What do you think I’m gonna be able to do?”

“Well he’s not gonna try and hit you for one. I don’t know if you’ve noticed but he’s significantly nicer to you than to anyone else.”

“What do I even say to him? “Sorry that the love of your life broke up with you but at least we can smoke pot and watch Spongebob?” I mean come on, man. I’m not good at this.”

“Please.” He pleaded, “We’re all out of options and I can’t stand to see him get any worse than he is.”

You moved off your bed and towards your dresser. “Fine, I’ll be there in 15.” 

You threw on the first pair of sweatpants you could find and slipped on shoes, grabbing your key and heading out the door.

True to your word, you pulled up to the house 15 minutes later, parking on the side of the street and heading straight into the house. When the guys saw you, they visibly brightened up. 

“You guys are such fucking wimps.” You rolled your eyes as you made your way towards the stairs. 

Baze chuckled, “We love you Y/N.”

You rolled your eyes and continued on your way, stopping by Casie’s room to see if she was asleep. To your surprise, she wasn’t. 

“Hey sweet girl,” you whispered as you entered her room, “why are you still up?”

She smiled a little when she saw you. “Couldn’t sleep. I’m really worried about Dad.” 

You leaned on her doorframe, sending her a sad smile. “I am too. But he’ll be okay. Your dad’s pretty tough.”

“I know,” she sighed, “but he really liked Megan.”

“Did you?” You ask, trying to gauge her emotions. 

“I mean, I guess so. She was nice to me. Most of his girlfriends aren’t that nice to me.” 

“That’s a pretty shitty way to measure if you like someone or not.” She giggles at that. “Don’t tell your dad I said that word in front of you.”

“Ok. She was nice. And she made him happy so, yeah, I guess I liked her. Not as much as I like you but...” Casie’s voice got higher as she dragged out the last word and you just rolled your eyes with a chuckle. 

Casie had this fantasy of you and Colson getting married one day, but you always told her it would never happen. 

“Ok kiddo, whatever you say.” You teased her, “try and get some sleep, okay?” 

She nodded with a smile. “Are you gonna go talk to Dad?”

“Yeah. I’ll talk to you later, okay? If you need to come over and talk or stay the night or anything just call me, okay?”

“Okay. Love you.” She said quietly. 

“Love you too, Case.”

You shut the door to her room, moving down the hallway to Colson’s door. You took a deep breath, trying to mentally prepare for what was about to happen, and knocked. 

“I told you guys to go the fuck away.” A muffled yet angry voice said from the opposite side of the door.

“It’s me, Cols. Y/N.” You said, hoping he could hear you. 

When you got no response you asked, “Can I come in?” 

A few more seconds of silence followed, and then the lock clicked and the door opened. You stood face-to-face with your best friend. His hair was a mess, falling in his face. The bags under his eyes were darker than ever, and the frown he wore made him look even more pathetic. You felt your heart breaking. 

As you met his eyes, you gave him a sad smile. “Hey Cols.” 

Instead of responding, he wrapped his arms around you, leaning down and resting his head on your shoulder. You reached up and ran your fingers through his hair. 

He started walking backwards, pulling you with him as he continued to hug you. One of his hands pushed the door shut and he sat on his bed, finally letting go of you. 

You looked down at him, grabbing his hand and holding it in your own. It was something you had done before, you two were very touchy people and so half of your friendship was just you two cuddling or play fighting or holding hands.

“So we can do one of three things,” you started, “We can talk about it, we can cuddle and watch something stupid and pretend nothing’s wrong, or we can get high and do something stupid.”

For the first time in what you would imagine to be all night, Colson smiled. it was a very small smile, but you took it. 

He looked up at you through his eyelashes. “And by stupid you mean...”

You rolled your eyes, “I mean we can go set off bottle rockets in the backyard or try to jump off your roof and into the pool.” 

“Oh damn. I was hoping you were gonna say you would suck my dick.” 

Your eyes widened at his bluntness and the implication. You shoved his shoulder, “Colson! That’s gross!” You giggled, but his expression was unwaveringly serious. 

“I’m being serious.” He deadpanned and you furrowed your eyebrows. 

“Colson what the fuck?” Your mind was spinning trying to figure out if he was joking. 

You got your answer when he stood up, grabbing your waist and leaning over you. “I thought you’d want to...” 

You took in a breath at the sudden proximity, trying to back away from him but his grip remaining firmly on your waist. “Colson, stop. Please. This isn’t funny.” 

You could smell the alcohol on his breath and you had to keep reminding yourself of that fact. He’s drunk, and sad, and doesn’t know what he’s saying. 

“I thought you’d want to, cause it’ll make me happy. And you’ll do anything to make me happy.” One of his hands reached up and grabbed your jaw, making sure you couldn’t look away.

“Colson you’re being a fucking weirdo, let me go.” You raised your voice. Your heart was racing at this point and the thoughts flowing around your head were not pretty. 

You were always anxious for the day he’d figure you out. When he’d finally realize how you felt for him. But this was worse than anything you’d thought of. 

“You’ll do anything to make me happy because you love me, right?” 

You felt tears stinging in your eyes, wanting nothing more but to look away from his sinister expression. The way he was looking at you made it very clear that he was enjoying your discomfort, your embarrassment. 

“Colso-” 

He walked forwards, pushing you gently against the wall. His arms went to either side of you, his face inches from yours. You tried to look away, but his hand on your jaw forced you to face him.

Any other time you would have loved for Colson to pin you against his wall, but this was wrong. 

“Just say it. Say you’re in love with me, and I’ll drop it.” 

“Colson, what the fuck are you on right now?” You tried to steer the topic away from you, but he wouldn’t have it. 

“Say it.” 

You reached up to try and push his chest away from you, but he was much taller and stronger than you, so you did nothing. 

“Just tell me!” He yelled at your silence. A tear slipped down your cheek as you trembled under him. His face was red and his eyes were watering. 

 “Why are you doing this?” You whispered. This all felt like a bad dream, like a nightmare you couldn’t wake up from. 

“Because I need to know if she was right.” His voice got a little quieter, but he still wouldn’t move away from you. “I need to know if the reason the love of my fucking life just left me is true.”

You were shaking, your breaths getting shorter. “What are you talking about.” Your words were choked. The grip on your jaw started to get a little too tight.

“I defended you!” He yelled, tears falling from his face. “She told me that you were in love with me and I defended you.”

“Colson you’re hurting me.” You whined, trying to wriggle your way out of his grasp. He ignored your statement and continued talking, but his grip loosened slightly.

“And then she told me that she thinks I’m in love with you.” His voice was getting darker. “And that’s why she left. So I want to make it very clear to you.” He paused, leaning closer to your ear. “I will never love you. Ever. Not now, not in a million lifetimes. You mean nothing to me.”

Your vision was blurry from your tears, so you blindly reached out to push him away from you. His body seemed to have given up, as he moved backwards out of your way, stumbling slightly. Through your tears you could make out a smug smile on the man before you ran out of the room, slamming the door behind you.

You ran down the stairs, the guys waiting for you to give them good news, but their hope turned to concern once they saw you. You walked straight past them towards the door, not trusting yourself to say anything without breaking completely.

As you reached for the door handle you heard a faint yell from upstairs, followed by loud banging, and then silence. You sniffled, turning the handle and leaving the house, much to the protest of your friends.

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A/N: uh I really hope you enjoy this one, it gets really saucy and I HOPE you’re okay with that haha. It’s been a HOT MINUTE since I’ve written something like this and I’m kind of writing it in a hurry so sorry if it’s not that good okay sorry I’m an insecure writer I hope you enjoy kk :)

Word Count: 2199

Requested: yes “@1erectionaf Hey I saw your post about outer banks Fanfic, do you think you could write one about 82 and 88 for JJ? :)”

#82 "don't ruin my sofa." and #88 "do you think they can hear us?"

Pairing: JJ x Reader

Warnings: lil smut, cursing and drinking. uh shit gets hot and heavy and pretty saucy so hang on ladiez

~Couch Surfing~

(Quick note, holy fuck that gif ^)

It was before Agatha hit the island. Summer had just began and life was good. You had your best friends around you as you all hung out on the hammocks in John B.’s back yard. Pope has been your neighbor since you were kids, and you were in every academic club he was in. If you had to pick one of the other Pogues, you were closest to Pope. Kiara of course was a close second, then John B. That left JJ. The two of you had been secretly...macking on each other despite the rule. The two of you thought it’d be better if no one knew so there was no awkward tension in the group. Yet everyone knew. Everyone in the group could see it, and everyone was cool with it because the two of you hadn’t made a big deal of it. Of course, JJ had ranted to everyone about how much he liked you on a fishing trip you had skipped out on after he’d had too many beers. And equally, one day when JJ was mowing lawns on The Cut, you were hanging at John B’s house and let a few too many hits from Kie’s joint get to you, and spewed all the bottled up emotions you had for your best friend.

So yeah, life was good. But also, incredibly sufferable when they others would tease the two of you, not knowing they knew.

You were laying in one of the hammocks, swinging back and forth as you tried to come up with something to do that day.

“I’m perfectly content with staying right here,” you had said with your eyes closed as you swayed in the hammock.

“I’m with Y/N on this one. Just hope the rain doesn’t come soon,” JJ agreed, which normally doesn’t happen when making plans.

“Fine, Pope and I are gonna head over to The Wreck and see what Kie wants to do,” John B. rolled out of his hammock as a crack of lighting struck over the ocean making JJ flinch, and accidentally roll out of his hammock on to the dirt. Pope, John B. and you erupted into fits of laughter as JJ stood up and brushed the dirt off.

“Alright yeah, very funny. I’m hilarious, I’ll just go home,” JJ was just poking fun at you, hoping you’d said something to get him to stay with you at John B’s. Pope got out of his seat as well and patted John B.’s shoulder.

“No,” you pouted and struggled to get out of your comfortable spot, wiggly your way out of the hammock, your three guy friends not helping but to smile watching you struggle. “Come on it’s raining, we can couch surf and watch a movie or something, JJ, stay,” you giggle while you pleaded out random ideas that popped in your head as you finally stood up from the hammock. JJ brought his hand to his chin, pinching his lip between his thumb and index finger and quickly scanned your body. You felt your heart beat in a different way and quicken when he did, a sudden flutter of butterflies in your stomach.

“Fine, only if your nicer to me though,” JJ nodded for you to follow him to the house as Pope and John B. headed to the Twinkie.

“Don’t ruin my sofa!” John B. called back. The two of you stopped, faces getting hot. Pope and John B. began to chuckle at the flustered expressions the two of you had.

“W-what?” You nearly coughed out thinking your friends were finally going to put the two of you.

“Cause of the couch surfing,” John B. winked as Pope laughed and walked away.

“Right,” you said even though they were already gone.

“Smooth,” JJ teased and wrapped his hand in yours and pulled you into the house.

“You weren’t any help,” you argued but chuckled and walked to John B.’s kitchen, opening the fridge to look for any kind of food you could snack on. You heard JJ mumbling something as he grabbed your backpack and walked to the bedroom. You laughed and shook your head while grabbing two beers from the fridge and following after him. You placed the two beers on the dresser by the door and sat next to JJ on the bed.

“So...what’re we watching?” You asked. You pulled your laptop from your back pack just to have the tan hand stop you.

“You didn’t really think we were gonna watch a movie, did you?” You looked over to catch JJ’s face inches from yours. Even though you’ve done so much with him, your breath still catches when you’re this close.

“I mean...what else are we gonna do?” You asked and felt JJ’s hand push the laptop back in your bag and set it on the ground, all while maintaining eye contact with you. You let out a shaky breath, still not over how much this guy affects you.

He leaned back up and returned to his spot with his face inches from yours.

“Come on Y/N...you’re a smart girl,” JJ lightly pressed his lips on to yours, feeling a tingle go from your mouth, down to your core. He pulled his lips from yours, making you chase after them causing a smirk to form on his face. “What do you want to do?” You weren’t confident enough in your voice, knowing if you’d answer it’d likely crack. So you simply moved your left leg over his lap and straddled his lap. JJ’s eyebrows cocked up as held back a slight chuckle because of the shock you gave him. You started to smile more as well as his hands rested on your thighs as he sat up to bring your lips together again. This time the kiss was deeper, you granting access for him to slip his tongue in. His hands started to slide up from your thighs, now gripping your hips and moving you against him in rhythm, grinding against him as a slight whimper escaped your lips. You felt a smirk tugged on JJ’s lips. Your right hand were playing with fistfuls of his hair, your left on his jaw, feeling it move in rhythm with everything else.

JJ’s hands now started to move quick, tugging at your light, baggy shirt making you pull away from the kiss. You moved your arms across your torso to take the shirt off, JJ putting his hands on the side of the shirt. You both started to giggle at the eagerness you had to have this shirt off. You tossed the shirt, to the side of the messy room, now only covered by shorts and a bathing top, and put you hands on JJ’s shoulders pushing him back on to the bed making him chuckle at the sudden control you had, knowing it would last for long. You tried to seductively take your time as you sat up with JJ watching your every move underneath him. His hands found their spot on your hips again, pressing you against him, trying to cause from friction. You bit your lip as you slowly undid the button on his shirt.

“For fucks sake,” he breathed out and you let out a yelp as the two of you were flipped on the bed and JJ was now on top. He put himself on his knees in between your legs, and nearly tore the black button up he was wearing off. Another giggle left your mouth as JJ scooter down the bed, lips lightly pressing a kiss on your stomach, a giggle leaving your mouth with each kiss as he trailed up. Yet the giggles stopped and turned to deep sighs as his lips worked around your chest and neck, hands doing their best to untie your bathing suit in the back. Once he got it undone, his lips started to attack your neck and collar bone now, his hand wrapping behind your neck and pulling you up with him so he could slip your top over your head. He leaned back and you felt heat rush to your cheeks as he admired your body.

“Fuck...Y/N you’re so gorgeous,” you let another light laugh out, not being able to help the floaty, giddy feeling you get around JJ. You smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into another kiss and back down on the bed. He left your lips and trailed down now, his lips leaving little hickies around your breasts, making your back arch once he hit sensitive spots. He skillfully lead his left hand down to your shorts, unbuttoning them and slipping his hand down, feeling how wet you were through your bottoms and pulled his hand out, shifting so he was back on his knees, in between your legs.

“Fuck, JJ,” you breath out and used your hand to grab on to JJ’s hair and tugging at the roots, making him chuckle as you pulled him back to your face, lustfully pressing your lips on to his you started to moan into the kiss more as he grinding himself on to you. JJ let out a small grunt when your hand rugged at his hair more and your lips moved to his neck, bitting slightly to leave a mark. Yet the small moans and breaths were caught when the sound of a door made you freeze.

“Shit,” JJ whispered as you tried to quietly catch your breath. Through the shack walls, you heard more car doors shut and your friends joke and yell through muffled voices. The shark tooth on JJ’s black necklace dangled as his blonde locks fell around his face.

“Fuck,” he breath and moved his hands to your shorts to help you button and zip them. You two moved in a panic as JJ stood up and shut the bedroom door then flopping back on the bed making you giggle.

“Fuck,” you laughed when you couldn’t locate your bathing top. You watched as JJ’s face grew a mischievous smirk. You gave him a questioning look as he held up one finger to his lips, making sure you stayed quiet, slowly moving back over you, you laughed and shook your head, hearing your friends enter the house.

You giggled more once JJ’s lips were back on your neck, hands now pinching the sides of you making you laugh harder.

“Wow! The couch is perfectly fine!” John B.’s voice called making you try to fit JJ off of you. He continued to lick and kiss all over your chest and neck area making you continue to giggle.

“JJ stop,” you breathed out and laughed harder. He shushed you through laughs, knowing the walls were thick enough.

“JJ stop,” John B.’s voice mocked yours from the living room were you heard Kie and Pope laugh. You finally pushed JJ off of you, smiling and shaking your head as you snatched your bathing suit top from the ground and tied it around your back. You started to reach for your shirt, but was pushed back against the bed again, JJ’s bare torso against yours as you let out another breathy laugh. JJ’s lips were back on your neck like a leech making you smiled and peel him off of you.

“JJ, oh my god,” you giggled out, this time,

“JJ, oh my god!” Kiara mimicked your voice

“What?” He whined and handed you his shirt. “Do you think they can hear us?” JJ asked slightly louder, making you roll your eyes. JJ smiled innocently as he handed you his black button up. You smiled and put on the warm shirt, noticing a few buttons were popped off as you buttoned the bottom ones. JJ noticed as well and cocked an eyebrow up, like he was impressed you two did such a thing.

You followed after JJ as he crawled off the bed, running a hand through his hair before opening the door and walking around the corner. He leaned against the wall and looked at his three best friends smirking at him. You walked out after, holding back a slightly embarrassed laugh.

“It’s about damn time,” Pope rose his hand and pointed between the two of you. You smiled over at JJ who did the same to you.

“I have no idea what your talking about,” JJ looked back to his friends quickly before kissing your cheek and linking his fingers with yours.

“Where are you two going?” John B. asked with a smirk on his face, seeing his two best friends so happy. You pulled on JJ’s arm as your stopped in the door way and turned back to John B.

“We’re gonna go couch surf at my house,”

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AHAHA GOT SAUCIER THAN I EXPECTED AGAIN!