#i go to him every ten minutes to boop noses or hold hands but hes been doing it to me n

[vinnie2757]

It's funny how grief impacts those close to you but doesn't touch you at all

[allthingsfangirl101]

New to Mother's Day – Joe Keery

I woke up to my son, Charlie, screaming from his nursery. Tears filled my own eyes as I got out of bed at 2 in the morning and went to his aide. I've been married to Joe Keery for two years. Six months ago, we had a son. One month ago, Joe left to guest star in a TV show. And every day since he left, I have felt like a complete failure.

I went to Charlie's nursery and grabbed him out of his crib. I sat on the rocking chair and began to feed him. When he was finished, I rocked him back to sleep and gently put him in his crib. I went back to my room and collapsed into bed. It felt like I had only slept ten minutes before my alarm went off again. When I looked at the clock, it read 6 am.

Joe was coming home and I wanted to get some of my usual cleaning done. In between taking care of Charlie, I did the laundry, vacuumed, swept and mopped, did the dishes, and cleaned the bathroom. Charlie was taking his afternoon nap and I had finally finished the chores.

I walked in and checked on Charlie. I let out a sigh of relief when he was still sleeping soundly. I went back to the family room, sat on the couch, closed my eyes, and enjoyed the peace and quiet. Before I knew it, I had fallen asleep.

I woke up to someone gently moving some hair off my cheek. My eyes fluttered open before finally focusing on my husband.

"Joe!" I gasped. He laughed as I jumped up and wrapped my arms around him. He caught us and stopped us before we could fall.

"I missed you," he whispered.

"I missed you too."

Without letting go of me, Joe stood up. I giggled when he lifted me up and spun me around. He put me back down, leaned in, and pressed his lips to mine. I let out a small moan as our lips started moving in sync. We broke apart when Charlie started to cry.

"Your son knows you're home," I chuckled. Joe gave me another quick kiss before heading toward Charlie's nursery. When I got there, Joe was holding our son, slightly swaying back and forth.

"Were you good for your Mommy?" Joe asked sweetly.

"As good as he can be," I shrugged. He looked up at me and sent me a small smile before turning his focus back to our son.

"What should we do for Mommy tomorrow, buddy?" He asked him. "We gotta show her how much we love her on Mother's Day."

My heart sank into my stomach. I completely forgot tomorrow was Mother's Day. I used to love the holiday. My siblings and I always spoiled our Mom on Mother's Day.

This year, it was different. This year, I was a Mother. And I was failing. Joe and Charlie would be doing sweet things for me tomorrow, all while I felt like I didn't deserve it.

"You don't need to do anything," I brushed off.

"What?" Joe chuckled. "Of course, we're going to do something. It's Mother's Day."

"I know," I said, clearing my throat. "But you just got back in town. You're tired and I am too. We should spend the day, at home, hanging out with Charlie. We don't need to do anything."

Joe walked over with Charlie in his arms. He grabbed my hand and pulled me close to them.

"We are going to celebrate Mother's Day, gorgeous," Joe whispered. "You have been a mother for a little over six months and we both love you. We are going to celebrate that."

"And I'm saying that we don't have to," I whispered.

"Y/N," he said as he studied me. "What's going on, baby girl?"

"Nothing," I said a little too quickly. "I'm just. . . It's been a long month with you gone. I missed you. Charlie missed you. I want to spend the weekend focusing on you being home. Is there something wrong with that?"

"Of course not," he sighed. I started to walk away, but he grabbed my waist. "Y/N, you would tell me if something was wrong, right?"

"Yes," I smiled, trying to lighten the tension. "You know me, Joe. I tell you everything."

I stood on my toes and kissed his cheek. I booped Charlie's nose, making him giggle, and headed to the kitchen to make dinner but not before I heard Joe whisper something.

"There is definitely something you're not telling me."

* * * * *

Later that night, after we had put Charlie to sleep, Joe and I opened a bottle of wine. We spent the night talking about the project he just finished. When we finished the bottle, Joe took me upstairs. We made love that night like we usually do when he returns home. Joe fell asleep after we finished, but I couldn't. I stayed up most of the night, going over the last six months. I fell asleep, overthinking every decision I've made since I became a Mother.

"Happy Mother's Day!"

I jumped up, a smile forming when I saw Joe carrying Charlie into our room. He leaned over and kissed me before handing me our son.

"Thank you," I chuckled.

"Come downstairs," Joe jumped eagerly. "Charlie and I made you breakfast. Then we're going to get you a coffee, take you on a shopping spree, and then to lunch. After that, we're gonna do a little more shopping before taking you to a salon."

"There's a salon open on Mother's Day?"

"Yep," he laughed as he grabbed Charlie. I got out of bed and listened as he continued to plan out our day. "They have a Mother's Day Special. Which you are getting! Full mani-pedi and a blowout. . . Whatever that is."

"It's for hair," I chuckled.

"Well, you're getting it," he smirked. "Then you, me, and Charlie are going to go out to your favorite restaurant for dinner."

"Italianos?"

"Of course," he said in a teasing tone. "After dinner, we're gonna take a walk to that ice cream parlor at the park. Then we're gonna come home and put Charlie to bed together."

"And then?" I asked when he paused. I laughed when he covered our son's ears.

"Then I'm gonna put you to bed," he winked. "Again."

My heart sank into my stomach. The happiness I felt suddenly went away as my thoughts went back to last night. Joe sensed my change. He opened his mouth to say something but I cut him off.

"We really don't have to do all that."

"But. . ."

"I'd be just as happy staying in and hanging with my boys."

Before he could object, I kissed his cheek and took Charlie. As I went downstairs, Joe grabbed his phone.

Joe's POV

"Hello?"

"Hey, Mom," I greeted. "Happy Mother's Day."

"Thanks, sweetheart," she chuckled. "What do you have planned for Y/N?"

"Lots," I tried to laugh.

"What's wrong?" Mom instantly asked.

"I don't know," I confessed. "Y/N's been. . . Weird."

"What do you mean?"

"She keeps saying that she doesn't want to celebrate Mother's Day," I sighed. "She says she's fine, but I don't think she is, Mom."

"It's been six months since Charlie was born, right?"

"Yeah," I said slowly. I furrowed my eyebrows when Mom hummed. "What?"

"It's completely normal for Y/N to be feeling like this," she said simply.

"It is?"

"Look, Joe," she sighed, "being a parent is hard. You know that. It's even more difficult when you're alone."

"But she's. . ."

"Sweetheart," she cut me off, "I know she isn't alone alone, but she will occasionally be alone. You're going to be out of town every once in a while and she will have to take care of Charlie on her own. It's part of your and her life. She knew that when you first started dating. She knew that when you got married. She knew that when she got pregnant."

"But what do I do?" I sighed. "Mom, she looks. . . She's so. . . I don't know."

"You tell her she's an amazing mother," my mother said softly. "All you have to do is be there for her and remind her that she is a wonderful mother and she is doing the best that she can. No one is perfect."

* * * * *

We went through the day just like I told Y/N this morning. There were moments when Y/N was smiling and laughing, but every once in a while, she'd lose it. She'd get in her head and shut down for a few minutes.

I tried my best to catch it whenever she had one of those moments. As soon as I noticed she was in her head, I'd do something to pull her out. After we put Charlie to bed, I pulled Y/N into our bedroom. When we got to the door, I kissed her. She moaned as I picked her up and carried her to our bed.

"Wait," she gasped when I laid us down. "Sorry, baby. But. . . I need to use the restroom first."

"Of course," I said, leaning down and kissing her before getting off of her. I sat on the bed and waited as she went to the bathroom. Eventually, I noticed it was taking her longer than normal. After a brief moment of panic, I jumped up and went to the bathroom.

I peeked into the bathroom and sighed when I saw Y/N standing in just her underwear, overanalyzing her body. My heart sank when I saw her put her hands on her stomach and tears filled her eyes.

"There you are," I said, trying to sound light-hearted. I ran over to her and gently grabbed her hands, pulling her close to me. "What's wrong, darling?"

"Why do you love me?" She said, her sob starting.

"What?"

"I'm so ugly," she sobbed. "I'm fat. I'm disgusting. I'm horrible."

"Whoa," I whispered. I wrapped my arms around her and let her sob into my shirt. I reached up and started running my fingers through her hair. "You are beautiful, Y/N. Every part of you is beautiful."

"I'm a horrible mother!" She sobbed louder. I tightened my arms around her and gently shushed her.

"What are you talking about?" I teased lightly.

"I feel like I never know what he needs," she continued. "And whatever I do, it's not enough. I can never tell if he's happy or hungry or needs attention. I don't know what I'm doing."

"You are a wonderful mother, Y/N. Charlie loves you." I pulled out of our hug and caught a stream of tears with my thumb. "You are an amazing mother," I repeated. "I know it's been overwhelming and I'm sorry I haven't been here. But you are an incredible mom."

"Nothing I do is ever good enough," Y/N whispered.

"That's not true," he said instantly. "You are an amazing mother. You are an amazing wife. You are an amazing woman, Y/N. Everything, and I mean everything, you do is enough. Being a new parent is overwhelming. I get overwhelmed."

"You do?" She stuttered.

I reached up and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, my hang lingering. "Of course, gorgeous," I softened my voice. "The last month, I have felt like a complete failure of a father. I felt like I abandoned you and Charlie. See? We both have moments like that. The important thing to do is to come together and lift each other up."

Y/N stood on her toes and kissed me. I let out a small moan as I kissed her back. When we broke the kiss, I leaned my forehead against hers.

"I love you so much, Y/N," I whispered. "You are an incredible woman and an even better mother. You are the only person I want to mother and help me raise my children."

"I love you too, Joe."

[eomayas]

D appointment • kji (pt. 1)

part two can be found here.

pairing: jongin x f!reader, fwb relationship

genre: smut 18+ MINORS DNI!!! bit of fluff if you close one eye and tilt your head

synopsis: reader leaves her friends for a last minute dick appointment with a hot man

warnings: p in v, riding, against wall, facial (kinda), oral (f receiving) multiple orgasms, cocky/sweet/mean/teasing jongin! mentions of alcohol, but no drunkenness

jongin: u busy?

you smirk at your phone and down the shot sitting in front of you. “excuse me, ladies, but duty calls,” you say to your four friends, standing up and grabbing your bag off of the back of your chair.

“no! we’ve barely done shots!” your friend sana protests, grabbing onto your hands.

you stick out your bottom lip. “sorry, bae, but i really have to go,” you say, trying to pull away.

“for the what? to do what?” she questions, frowning up at you.

you can only smirk. “jongin,” you say, booping her on the nose and then pulling yourself out of her grasp. you know it’s fucked up to leave your closest friends for a dick appointment, but worse things could definitely happen, and they have to understand—it’s not just any dick, its dick that has you walking funny the next morning. “so sorry to leave like this, but dick awaits.” you say, blowing kisses to your friends before leaving the bar, their groans and sounds of disapproval be damned.

you stand on the side of the building and call an uber that arrives quickly. you hop in the back and reply to jongins message, your nails flying over the screen.

y/n: be there in 10

the entire uber ride, you check you appearance and reapply your lipgloss. it’s not that you needed to look good for jongin, but you wanted to. and to admit, you were nervous—you were always nervous every time you met jongin, even though it was multiple times a week and you’d done thing more than ten times so far. you meet him mostly at night, sometimes during the day, never in the morning, but always after 12pm. but you still managed to get jittery beforehand.

the uber pulls up to his apartment building, and you thank them and get out. you attempt to pull down your tiny poster girl dress, but it just slides back up as you walk over to the door and buzz his apartment. “y/n, is that you?” his voice asks through the intercom.

“yes. let me in, it’s cold,” you say, but there’s barely a breeze. the buzzer pops and you quickly enter the building and make your way to the elevator. the ride is quick, him only living on the third floor, and the walk is even shorter.

you knock and a few seconds later, he answers the door, in a white tank top, jeans, and hat. “hi,” you say, giving him a quick hug as you walk in.

“you look nice—what do you want to call this? is this a dress?” he asks, loosely holding your hand as his eyes roam over your figure.

“mhm,” you say, looking up at him. he licks his lips and raises his eyebrows.

“you always dress like this when you go out? or is this just for me?” he asks mockingly and your roll your eyes, spinning around on your toes to look at him. he can’t help but drop his gaze to your chest, where three giant cut outs expose your chest and the fact that you’re not wearing a bra.

“does it matter?” you ask, gently pushing his chin upwards. jongin looks you in the eye and nudges you against the all before dropping to his knees in front of you.

“guess not,” he says, pushing your dress up so it bunches around your waist. you sigh and mold your back against the wall, butterflies of anticipation in your stomach as he presses his fingers against your core, the material sticking to you for a bit. jongin wastes no time helping you out of them before dragging two fingers through your slit, and then pushing them inside you.

you sigh and brace yourself against the wall, looking down at him and biting your bottom lip. before you know it, his fingers are replaced with his mouth and you gasp, throwing a hand over your mouth and tilting your head back.

jongin licks and sucks, pressing his tongue into your hole. you drop the hand from your mouth push his hat off, tangling your hands in his hair. you pull at his roots, moaning out his name. you make the mistake of looking down at him, seeing as he’s already looking up at you, his eyes wide. your mouth falls open and you can feel him smirk against you. “j-jongin,” you pant, putting a leg on his shoulder.

he flicks his tongue against your clit and your vision goes spotty for a second. jongin feels your body tense and continues his ministrations, adding his fingers to the mix to push you over the edge. but he doesn’t let you get all of the way there, pulling away when your vision starts to blur just the way you like, and your legs feel weak.

it’s rude, and you gasp in horror. “fuck you! i was close!” you cry, your eyes never leaving him as he stands up and unzips his pants. you frustratedly put your hand between your legs, trying to get yourself off but you know that it’s not going to work since he’s already been down there, and it’s his and his mouth that you want.

“were you?” he asks, removing your hand from in between your legs and turning you around, pressing you into the wall. you close your eyes and put an arch in your back, waiting for him to push himself in. because he’s sweet, he doesn’t waste your time and pushes himself in with a grunt.

“oh, jongin!” you mewl, meeting his thrusts as he rocks his hips into you. he grips your hips tightly, giving himself more leverage with fucking into you.

“best pussy i’ve ever had, fuck,” he groans into your ear, slipping a hand between to the front of you to rub at your clit. you arch your back deeper at his words, reveling in the feeling of his hips slapping against your backside. the curve in his dick his that spot nicely, and has you seeing stars. “shit, y/n.” he says, rubbing on your clit faster.

he pounds into you, your cheek smooshing against the wall. your mouth is permanently dropped open, only sound you emit being breathy moans and his name. you lift one of your legs, that earlier feeling coming back into the pit of your stomach. jongin catches your leg, holding it up and widening his stance so he can get you back to the place he rudely took away from you.

“jongin, please, i’m c-close!” you beg, your chest heaving up and down as you feel yourself getting closer and closer. he’s nice, always has been to you, so he speeds up his thrusts. “shit, shit!” you cry out, that euphoric feeling washing over you as you release onto him.

“that’s right,” he grunts, still pounding into you, holding you securely around the waist with one arm while the other gropes your chest. “cum all over this dick, y/n. it’s yours.” jongin kisses your neck, his thrusts getting shallower as he feels himself getting closer. you shake in his grasp, the feeling too much, and you’re grateful when he pulls out and cums on your ass, his voice low as he curses.

“is your face okay?” he asks when you both take a moment to catch your breath. you face him and he turns the cheek that was pressed against the wall towards him. it’s red, but it doesn’t look like any real damage was done. “does it hurt?” he asks, dragging his finger tips across it lightly.

you shake your head and pull him close to you. “good. sorry ‘bout it,” he says, giving your cheek a kiss and then pressing one on your lips. you wrap your arms around his neck and let your mini make out session last a bit longer.

but jongins hard member rests heavily against your thigh, and you still have enough energy for another round. so he puts his hands underneath your ass and hoists you up, sliding into you easily. his strength and frame are contradicting. he’s skinny, as are his arms, so when you met him and agreed to start fooling around, you weren’t sure about wall sex, or even riding him, the fear of being dropped or hurting him too prevalent, until one night he told you stop bullshitting and showed you how much a skinny guy could do.

“fuck, jongin, you feel so good!” you hold onto his shoulders, grabbing at the hair at the nape of his neck. he concentrates on fucking you deep, his stamina decreasing quicker than he really intended. you can tell, so you say, “is that all you got?” yanking at his hair.

jongin looks up at you with a face that says i’m giving you EVERYTHING, but slides you down the wall and starts driving his hips upward, hitting that perfect spot again and making you scream out his name. “this enough for you?” he grunts, his hands holding onto you right enough to leave marks. “fuck, y/n. i need you to come.” he groans, licking his lips and squeezing his eyes shut as he tries to hold himself back from coming before you.

you push his hair out of his eyes and rub on your swollen clit with your fingers. it doesn’t take much, between your rubbing and his thrusting, to make you reach your climax, it springing on you quicker than you had anticipated. it’s not as intense as the first, but you can’t feel your legs.

jongin quickly sets you down and you fall to your knees, your legs too weak to hold you up at the moment. “open,” he says, his dick in front of his face as he pumps his hand up and down.

you do as asked, your mouth wide open and ready to take whatever he gives you. ropes of his cum land on your tongue and you keep your mouth open until he’s done. you swallow, keeping your eyes on him, and he breathes heavily as he watches you. jongin never made you swallow, and didn’t feel any type of way when you spit the first time you gave him head. but ever since the first time you swallowed his cum, he’s found a new kink for it. he likes watching you do it, it turns him on every time.

jongin helps you up onto shaky legs, one of his hands on the small of your back. “i’m not done with you yet,” he says, looking down into your eyes.

“i’m tired!” you whine, holding onto him. he shrugs and you pout, hoping it’ll change his mind.

“nah, you were talking shit to me. it’s your turn to prove yourself, ms. ‘is that all you got?’,” he says, slapping your ass. you only frown up at him and he gives you a shit eating grin. “let me see your foot.” he says, and you lift your leg up, holding onto him tightly as you wobble standing on one foot.

he puts your leg on his knee and unbuckles your heels for you. it’s weirdly intimate, and you ignore the pang in your heart as he gently pulls off your shoes, holding onto your ankle delicately. “thank you,” you say, wiggling your toes.

jongin nods and pull you close to him by the ass. he looks down into your eyes, and you feel like exposed under his gaze so you quickly close the distance between you and slide s hand up the back of his tank top. “you’re not getting out of this,” he mumbles against you, pulling away to raise an eyebrow at you.

“my legs hurt,” you say as he walks you backwards to the living room.

“aw,” he says, not a hint of sincerity in his voice. while he was sweet, he can still get competitive (and mean). jongin takes a seat on the couch and beckons you toward him, spreading his legs wide and holding onto the base of his dick.

you sigh and pull your dress off the rest of the way, and let it fall to the floor. you ignore jongins piercing gaze as his eyes roam over your naked body, and lower yourself onto his lap. you lift your hips up so you can slide him in, and your lips part as you take him from this angle.

letting out a breath, you sink lower onto him, holding onto his shoulders for support. “you’re moving awfully slow,” he says, pulling your hair.

“shut up,” you say, starting to move up and down on him. he rolls his eyes and laces his hands behind his head, looking at you lazily. “take this off.” you whine, pulling at his tank top. he obliges, and you rest your hands on his bare chest as you start to pick up the pace.

but your legs start to burn as quickly as you start, and after a few minutes, you’re practically just sitting on him, your chest pressed against his. “that’s all you got for me? you dont like me anymore?” he asks, holding you by the neck.

you shake your head. “my legs hurt!” you complain, grinding down on him. it only feels good for you, and you both know it, so he lets you do it for awhile longer before he gets tired.

“and you had the nerve to talk shit to me, but you can’t even ride me for longer than a minute,” he says, thrusting up into you harshly. you curse and try to match his pace with your own hips, but he quickly shuts that down. “you just sit there and let me take care of you.” he grunts, basically granting you to be a pillow princess for the rest of the night.

jongin keeps true to his word and manually bounces you on him, and soon you’re both cumming for the third time tonight. he proves to be officially worn out when even his arms can’t hold you much longer, and he melts into the couch.

you kiss his cheek before pulling yourself off of him, and grab your dress. you pull it on and walk down the hall to retrieve your underwear and the rest of his clothes. “you want me to drive you home?” he asks when you hand him his bottoms.

“please?” you ask, pulling on your underwear. you can’t help but collapse onto the couch, your body exhausted.

he looks down at you as he stands up to pull on his jeans, his eyebrows furrowed. “why are you resting when i did all the work?” he asks. you flip him off and he smiles.

“shut up, you didn’t even do much,” you lie. he scoffs and shakes his head at you.

“oh jongin, jongin, fuck me jongin!” he mocks, imitating how he thinks you sound.

you roll your eyes, but your cheeks burn in embarrassment. “you can make fun of me all you want, but i’m the best pussy you’ve ever had,” you say, standing up from the couch and pointedly looking him in the eye.

jongin doesn’t argue or deny you statement, just smiles to himself and watches you as you put on your heels. you can feel his eyes on you, so you don’t turn around when you ask him if he’s ready to drop you off.

he grabs his keys and jacket and you two exit his apartment. jongin wraps an arm around your waist, surprising you. “you look like bambi right now,” he says, glancing down at you.

all you can do is blush and lean into him, enjoying his embrace. you guys make it down to the lobby after a short elevator ride, and go out to the parking garage to get into his BMW.

the drive is short, and you guys make small talk the entire time. he pulls up in front of your condo quicker than you thought, and you unbuckle your seatbelt.

you open the door, ready to get out, but he stops you. “come here,” he says, pulling you back to him. you’re confused, and become even more shocked when he plants a goodnight kiss on your lips. you guys rarely kiss outside of hooking up, and when you part ways, it’s just a goodbye hug, or nothing but words.

pulling back, you’re a bit stunned but find the words to say goodnight, and your legs to let you out. you expect him to drive away when you step out of the car, but instead he waits for you to unlock your door, and honks once, as if to say goodbye, before he speeds off.

he’s just full of surprises.

[sl-newsie]

Hat Thief (Jack Kelly x Medda's Daughter)

Hi!! Idk if you’re taking requests (if you aren’t ignore this, but if you are) could you please write a 92sies Jack Kelly x reader? Perhaps the reader is a year younger than him, she’s quite playful and steals his hat, practically forcing him to chase her. Very very fluffy and sweet! Tyy!!!♥️                 Gotcha!

Friendship is a wonderful thing. When two people’s relationship grows so deep, sometimes it feels as if they’re one and the same person. I met Jack Kelly 5 years ago, when mother and I first traveled to New York. My mother, Medda Larkson, became very busy with her theater and didn’t always have time to entertain me. Jack cured that. The minute he first snuck in backstage we’ve been thick as thieves ever since. He’s got his dream of leaving for Santa Fe, and I have my own dream of becoming an actress like my mother. But for now we’ve let our childhoods prosper with a strong friendship connected by fun memories.

“Hey there, Annie!”

Speak of the devil.

“Heya, Jackie.” I turn away from the costume I’m sewing and face the cowboy himself. He’s been growing more lately, especially since he can afford food better since the strike. “How’s the headline today?”

He leans back against the wall and twirls his cowboy hat in his hand. “Was ok, I guess. It was about the new horse at the track. Race luved it! How’s your day been?”

I shrug and gesture to my project. “Been woiking on this for the past two hours. Mom said I can take a break in ten minutes if you wanna do someth’n.”

Jack gets a devilish glint in his eye. After setting his hat down on the vanity, he slinks over to grab my hand and starts pulling me towards the back door.

“Whaddaya say we skip the wait and you can go on a break now? I hear there’s a few boids at the pond. People’re saying they’s flying south for winter, call’n ‘em swans.”

“Jack, I don’t wanna get anodda tell’n off from- Wait. Swans?” My jaw drops. “I’ve only read about them in books!”

“I thought that’d spark your interest!” Jack grins. “So let’s go!”

He drags me behind him while I try to pull the other way. “No, I can’t! I promised I’d have this dress done by supper.”

“Aw, c’mon.” Jack pouts and sticks his lip out. “Don’t leave me alone.”

I scoff and boop his nose with my finger. “You’ll survive for ten minutes.”

I sit back down and return to sewing the dress, while Jack keeps pacing the room.

“I could ask Medda to let you go early,” he suggests.

I stifle a laugh. “Won’t work. Mom’ll have you scrub’n the stage for say’n that. Just because you’re a year older does not mean you are smarter, Mister Kelly!”

The cowboy makes a mock look of surprise and dramatically clutches his heart. “I thought we were on a foist-name basis! I’m scarred!”

Then an idea flickers on in my head. Carefully, I inch closer to the vanity. “Well, we might not be able to go somewhere else to have fun-” I grip Jack’s hat behind me and hold it up to dangle it in the air. “But who says we can’t have fun here?”

Jack’s eyes widen when he sees the hat. “Now now, Annie. Give it back.”

I think for a second. “Nah. I think I’ll keep it!” And with that, I dash out the door and into the backstage corridor.

“Annabelle Larkson, give that back right now!” I hear Jack shout behind me.

“Come and get it, Jackie boy!”

I snake through the curtains and begin climbing the stairs to the catwalk. I’ve explored every inch-a this place since I was a kid, so I know every hidey-hole there is. There’s a tucked away cupboard near the back that’s poifect for right now. Once I’ve crammed myself in, I wait to see if Jack will continue with the chase. He’s not one to disappoint, because he comes panting up the stairs in a few seconds. 

“Alright, Annabelle. You got me! Come on out now.”

Why is this so fun? I struggle to silence my heavy breathing when I see him getting closer through the crack in the door. My heart’s beating faster and faster! But is it because of the thrill of the chase or something else? Jack walks past, and I swear he can hear my racing heart through the thin wooden door separating us. He passes, and seems to have missed me entirely-

“Gotcha!”

The cupboard door swings open and two strong arms grip my dress to pull me out. My reaction is a goilash squeal that rings throughout the empty theater as I struggle to break free.

“Oh no, you ain’t get’n away that easily!” Jack grumbles as he backs me into a wall and starts tickling me.

“No- No! Not fair! No tickling!” I titter.

After a while I stop fighting and Jack ends his tickle revenge, trying to keep a serious face but it keeps slipping into a smile.

“You give in?”

I roll my eyes and turn to face him while he’s still gripping my arms. “You know I ain’t do’n that, Jack.”

His brow furrows and he nods, seeming to think something over. “Alright, let’s make a deal.”

“I’m listening.”

He releases my arms and points to his hat I’m holding. “You give back my hat, but can keep my heart.”

His what? I frown. “Your heart? What’re you-? Oh!”

Jack leans in and presses a soft kiss to my forehead, causing me to strain against the wall in surprise. My hands press against the brick, unsure what to do. I’m speechless.

"You stole my heart too, Annie." When he pulls away and sees my shocked face, Jack starts panicking. “Did I mess up? Are you mad?”

I slowly come to my senses and shake my head. “No, no! You- you read me just fine, Jack. I’s just surprised it took you this long.”

He mirrors my surprise and playfully swats my shoulder. “You luv me too? You mean all this time I could’ve been kiss’n you? I thought you just thought of us as friends!”

I smirk. “So what’s stopping you now?”

He grins and leans in closer. “Not a thing, Annie.”

Friendship is a wonderful thing. When two people’s relationship grows so deep, sometimes it feels as if they’re one and the same person. And that’s exactly how it feels when Jack closes the gap to mesh our lips togedda. A million emotions race through me, and all in all I could never think of any odda guy I’d want to kiss me. It feels right. 

“Just curious,” Jack mumbles through the kiss. “Your mom ain’t gonna kill me for this, right?”

“Hm. No. Then she’d have to hear me complain the rest-a my life. By the way, this is yours.” I flop the cowboy hat on Jack’s head.

He chuckles. “I dunno. I think it looks bedda on you.” Jack brushes his nose against mine and wraps an arm around my waist. 

“Aw, I’m flattered. But what kinda cowboy would you be without your hat, hm?”

@amoreenaflower

Hope this is the fluff you were looking for! ;) 

[kringletheelf04]

Boo-hooing

(Chapter 13 of two souls entwined in the North Pole)

"What's all this boo-hooing going on here?" Bernard asks, magically coming from somewhere in the kitchen, pita sandwich half eaten in his hand.

"Hey, how ya doin?" He nods to Neal, mouth half full of food.

"It's nothing Bernard. We're just saying goodbye to Charlie." I explain.

"What goodbye? Charlie, you still got the glass ball, right?" He asks, swinging his free arm around my waist.

"Yeah." Charlie nods, brushing tears away.

"Well, all you gotta do is shake it whenever you want to see your dad or sibling." Bernard explains.

"Really?" Charlie asks in awe.

"They can come back to see you anytime of day or night." Bernard reassures.

"Hey, have I ever steered ya wrong?" He asks.

Charlie shakes his head as Neil and Laura approach us.

"Nice sweater. Did we make this?" Bernard asks, trying to check Neil for a tag as he shakes him away.

I chuckle. I don't know if he's genuine or not, either way it's funny. He turns and looks at me with a love struck look. Walking over to me he caresses my face.

"Your laugh is the most mirthful noise I have ever heard in my sixteen hundred and twenty two years of living." He says as I stare into his captivating chestnut eyes.

I snap out of it hearing Neil's distressed voice. Bernard's hand drops from my face to entwined with mine. Turning, I see Neil approaching Laura.

"Laura! They're sucking us into his delusions. Look at the elaborate measures they've taken. " Neil tries to reason.

"Neil, relax." I say.

Stepping into the chimney, Bernard gives me a kiss and poofs into glitter. Dad follows me. Placing a finger on the tip of my nose, we shoot up the chimney. On the roof sits our sleigh and we load into it. From down below on the street we hear voices.

"Chief! Look up there!" I hear a police officer shout.

The voices of children ring out through the quiet night. Hushed whispers of parents are also hears. All of them talking about us.

"Merry Christmas to all! And to all a good night!" Dad calls out and cracks the reins.

The reindeer take off and we are gone in the blink of an eye, soaring through the black night sky. We place presents under every tree from Illinois to Ohio. Suddenly a light with Charlie's face on it starts rapidly blinking. Pressing on the button beside it, we are teleported to Laura's living room.

"Hey sport!" I call to Charlie.

"Dad! (Y/n)!" He runs to us with his arms open.

"You miss us already? We've been gone, what? Ten minutes." Dad asks checking his watch.

"We were on our way to Cleveland when we got your call, sport." I ruffle his hair.

"Do you wanna go for a quick ride?" Dad asks him.

"Yeah!" Charlie jumps up and down in excitement.

"Of course, it's up to your mom." I chime in.

"Please mom?" He gives her his signature puppy dog eyes.

"Go on. Get outta here." Laura jokes.

"All right. Hold on." I say grabbing ahold of dad as he boops his nose.

Back in the sleigh we continue to deliver all the presents, this time with Charlie with us. Landing back in front of Laura's house, I give Charlie a quick hug.

"Now, I know I'm only a shake away, but I'm gonna be packing for the pole. So if you need me again, just call my cell." I tell Charlie.

"Sport, I love you so much. I couldn't have done this without you." Dad gives him a kiss on the cheek.

We take back off and land on our roof.

"Dad, just fly back without me for now. I've got to pack our things, and a big, green sleigh shouldn't be on our roof in the morning when people wake up." I hug dad goodbye and open up our house.

Going upstairs, I open my room. Taking out my suitcase, I start packing all of my belongings. I had all of my clothes already folded, so this goes by pretty quickly. I go into Charlie's room and pick up his stuffed bear dressed like Santa. I can't help but think, how often will I get to see him. I guess he could always FaceTime me, if there actually is wifi in the pole. I decide to take it with me, a souvenir of my little brother.

"What's wrong snowbird?" I hear a voice I've grown to love ask me.

"Just thinking about Charlie." I say turning around to face Bernard.

"You know, your dad isn't the only one who can teleport." He grins.

"What do you mean?" I ask, quirking my eyebrow.

"Since you're technically the spirit of Christmas, all you gotta do is picture where you are and wiggle your ears, and you'll be there." Bernard swings his arms around my shoulders.

"That would have been nice to know, ya know!" I playfully smack his hand off me.

"I'm sorry!" He feigns a hurt look. "But just to let you know, the rest of the elves can get your stuff. You didn't have to come here."

"I figured, but I wanted to make sure I got my bag and Charlie's bear." I smile down at the bear.

"Well, now that I'm here, I can take that for you." He says taking my suitcase from me.

I grab a hold of his hand and entwine our fingers together.

"Would you like to do the honors of taking us home, snowbird?" Bernard asks, a gentle smile gracing his face.

"I'd love to." I grin back.

Wiggling my ears and thinking of my dad, we appear in the workshop. He's standing in front of all the elves when we appear in front of him. He stops mid sentence and gapes at us.

"Sorry, dad. I'm new to this." I apologize and drag Bernard off the stage and down the hall to my room.

"This is new, but as long as you're here with me, I think I can manage." I say smiling at him.

"I'll always be here snowbird."

[kiankiwi]

Maybe something about you getting little E ready for bed? Like you getting him changed/dressed and reading to him and such?

You came up behind E in his chair at the table, hands on his shoulders and pecked his ruffled hair. "C'mon baby, time to wind down." He nodded, trying to hide a yawn as he shuffled beside you as you both went upstairs, hand in hand.

You got Elvis in a warm bath with plenty of bubbles and plenty of head massages. You massaged his scalp so well he nearly fell asleep right there. "That feel good baby?" He nods, perking up again when you took a cup from the side of the tub and poured warm sudsy water down his back. "I'm glad baby." You pull the stopper out of the tub and grab Elvis' towel draping it over his head and ruffling his hair dry causing him to erupt in a fit of giggles.

A few minutes later, Elvis comes into the walk in closet with you to help pick out his 'jammies' as he calls them. "Which ones, lovie?" You rifle through the many hangers, showing him a few pajama set options. He picks the baby blue silk ones with sheep on them specially made for Elvis last Christmas. "Dees (As in these) ones mama." He pokes the pocket of the pajamas, picking them. You nod, instructing him to lay back on the bed and not to squirm too much while you help him get changed

As you button up his pajama top you plant kisses and give tickles to every possible inch of his tummy and chest which again makes Elvis erupt in giggles until he's gasping for breath. "Mommy, no more. No more please!" He's shrieking trying to get away up to the head of the bed. "Okay baby. One story then bed." He nods, grabbing Roxy and his paci and snuggling into the blankets. "Just one, you got that?" You ask, booping his nose. He nods, giggling.

He's a giggly mess tonight.

Half an hour later, Elvis is finally asleep and you're closing the door very quietly, trying to tip toe downstairs to grab your book.

You're only halfway down the staircase when you hear Elvis calling for you. But at least he doesn't seem to be crying. "Mama! Mommy! Mommy!" He yells.

He knows not to get out of bed, just to call for you. He's much too clumsy in his little mind to get out of bed and conquer the stairs. You sigh, turning back around and crack the bedroom door to find Elvis sitting up in bed, sucking hard on his paci.

"Yes baby? What do you need lovie?" Silently Elvis reaches up and fiddles with his earlobe. It's his tell for when he has something on his mind that he's afraid to say or he wants/needs something and is too embarrassed to ask.

Seeing him play with his ear, you come in and sit beside him, take his hand. "You can tell me lovie. I promise I won't laugh. Whatever you need, it's okay. I promise I'll take care of it." He nods. "Have butch mama?" (E's word for milk) You nod. "Of course you can baby. But stay here and mama will you go make you some okay." He nods, rubbing Roxy's ear to calm himself. "Yes mama. I stay." You nod. "Okay baby. I'll be right back."

Ten minutes later you return with a bottle of warm milk for E. He claps eagerly when he sees you come back with it. You sit beside him and adjust yourself against the many pillows. "Okay, bubby get comfy." Elvis nods and he lays on your chest but angled so he won't choke. "Slow okay?" He nods, beginning to drink the warm liquid feeling smaller and smaller the more tired he got.

As he nears the end of the bottle, you can tell Elvis is really trying to keep his eyes open and staring at you. You shush him, running your fingertips over his cheekbones, temples, nose, and lastly try to close his eyes. "Sleep baby. I'll be right here. I'll see you in the morning." Elvis holds onto you tight so you couldn't leave the bed even if you tried since he was laying on your chest, your legs entangled together.

You sigh contentedly, pecking his forehead. "Love you baby. Good night."

*

Hope you liked it <3

[topguncortez]

Would you be willing to write something for Bob with the prompt, “Not like I’ve fantasized about you or anything…”?🙈

I LOVED THIS

pairing: Bob Floyd x Reader genre: fluff warnings: none:) Just Baby Boy Bob being Baby Boy Bob prompts list!

Bob was mesmerized by you, and you were hardly even doing anything. It was a beautiful sunny day, and Maverick had decided to do a sort of team bonding on the beach. It ended up being a cook-out for all the dagger squad and their families. Hangman and his wife brought their kids, and so did Coyote and his wife. It was a rare occasion where everyone got to dress down, which was probably what had Bob's eyes on you.

You were running with the kids on the beach, trying to keep them entertained and not asking every ten minutes when the food was going to be done. The three oldest Seresin kids were chasing after you, giggles from all parties filling the air. You were a natural with kids, and it made Bob fall in love with you just that much.

After Eli's birth, Bob spent a lot of time around the Seresins, bringing you with. Bob liked to brag and puff his chest out every time he held Eli, reminding everyone that HE was the one who delivered the little boy. Even though Bob was still a little skittish to hold the little boy, you never wore. You had quickly became another one of the boy's "aunts".

"I got you!" Eli Seresin yelled out as he grabbed on to your leg.

"Oh no! Eli, you got me!" You smiled and picked up the little blonde boy and spun him in a circle. The sun dress you wore fluttering around you.

"You just going to stare at her all day like a creep?" Jake asked, clapping the WSO on his shoulder.

"I-I'm not star-"

"Yeah, you are," Phoenix said, joining them, "Just tell her."

"Tell her what?"

"That you love her," Rooster chimed in, "A blind man can see that you love her, Floyd. Just go do it."

"I can't say that yet. We just started dating!"

"Oh you can," Payback said, "Y/N! GET OVER HERE! BOB IS HAVING AN ALLERGIC REACTION!

"To what?!" You yelled back, looking at the WSO who looked perfectly fine and not on the brink of anaphylaxis.

"Uh. . . To the sand!" Fanboy yelled back and you rolled your eyes. You set Eli down and grabbed his hand, walking up the beach to were Bob was at. The aviators all seemed to disperse as you got to Bob, and looked him over.

"Are you okay?" You giggled and Bob nodded, blushing, "Not going to croak out and die on me?"

"No, ma'am," Bob said and you nodded, "Uh. . . Eli, foods ready."

"Can you help me?" The little boy asked, tugging on your dress. You picked him up and placed him on your hip.

"Of course I can, pumpkin!" You booped his nose, "Lets ask your mommy and daddy first."

A little while later you were sitting at one of the picnic tables with Eli on your lap, and Bob across from you. Jake and his wife didn't care that you had Eli, seeing as they had both of the twins to try and feed. Eli happily ate away at his hamburger which you cut up for him.

"You're good at that," Bob said, nodding towards you.

"At what?" You asked, taking a bite of the pasta salad on your plate.

"The whole kids thing. I think you'd make a great mom to our kids some day- I mean your kids! Not ours! That's weird, its not like I’ve fantasized about you or anything…”"

"You fantasize our kids, Floyd?" You ask with a smirk on your face as Bob turned bright red and wondered where the closest hiding place is. He could crawl under the table or turn around and book it towards his car. But instead he nodded.

"Good, cause I think about ours all the time too."

[rogersevans]

Quarantine Wedding

Pairings: Chris Evans x Y/n Downey - Chris Evans x Y/n Evans

Warnings: just fluff, wedding (if they make you emotional), implied smut towards the end

Summary: Y/n never planned her dream wedding, but in their back garden, surrounded by their families, during a global pandemic seems pretty perfect to her. apart of the evans’ series.

Sunday mornings were Y/n’s and Chris’s favourite day of the week, the only time they got to stay in bed, tangled in the sheets and each other, going undisturbed from the outside world. Chris currently had Y/n lying between his legs, her back against his bare chest as he rested against the head of the bed.  

Y/n was absentmindedly playing with the engagement ring on her finger, something she had started to do since he put it on, twiddling it with her thumb.

Dodger was at their feet, on his back with his legs spread, snoring away.  

“We should get married.” Y/n mumbled like she was thinking something through in her mind, thumb still playing with the ring.

“We are...” Chris reminded her, placing a small kiss to her temple. “That’s what this is for.” Taking her small hand in his, holding it up to show off the ring as it glistened in the Sunday morning sun.  

“No,” she protested with a giggle, getting up onto her knees and wrapping the sheet around her naked body, turning to face her fiancé. “I mean sooner, like tomorrow.”  

“Tomorrow?”

“Or Thursday if you’re too busy.” Rolling her eyes playfully she scooted closer to him, now in his lap, the sheet now being held up by their bodies, closing the gap. Her hands finding his hair, raking her fingers through it and massaging his scalp. “I want to be Mrs Evans, I want to get married in our back garden, with our families... No one else.” Chris hummed in agreement, letting his hands fall to her hips.  

“You don’t want a big wedding?” Licking his lips, his eyes now open and focused on every detail of her, the small freckle that sat just above the curve of her right breast, the thin chain that sat around her neck with a small diamond C resting in the centre he’d bought her on their second anniversary, the butt dimpled in her chin, something she hated but another thing he adored.  

Truthfully, she didn’t, she never envisioned herself surrounded by 300 people as she said ‘I do’, she just wanted a small, intimate wedding, less than 30 people.  

The pair had been engaged for five months and the pandemic had haltered all of their plans to celebrate, they had various zoom celebrations with their families and friends and when they were allowed to travel back home their hallway was filled with presents and balloons.  

They had managed to keep the news out of the press, wanting to bask in the newness of their engagement privately, it had been blissful but Y/n was becoming impatient.  

Silently shaking her head, she dipped her head her lips just a whisper away from Chris’s, “I just want you, as my husband.” She whispered making Chris’s entire body shiver, and in one swift movement Y/n is on her back with Chris lying on his side next to her, propped up on his elbow and tracing shapes on her are stomach.

She doesn’t stop herself from reaching up and cupping his cheek, booping his nose with her thumb, making them both giggle and then running her fingers over his beard, one her favourite features of her fiancé the way it feels against her skin makes her feel alive.  

“Tomorrow.” Was all he replied with, letting his lips fall down to her nose.  

After another hour of being tangled up in one another, the room filled with her soft moans and Chris made love to her, turned on at the thought of her becoming his wife tomorrow. They started organising everything, never leaving the bed unless it was for Dodger, food or toilet breaks.  

They had delivered the news to their families and the cheers or screams (Carly and Shanna) we’re piercing, even though the speaker of their phones.  

Chris booked flights for his family to be able to attend, they were getting in at around 10pm that night. Y/n demanded that everyone be tested before they stepped foot in their home, so she arranged for someone to come out and test everyone. Y/n’s family were due to arrive tomorrow morning, the nerves bubbled in the pit of her stomach at the thought of her mom and dad being in the same room again, something she hadn’t experienced in years.  

“Baby, it’ll be fine.” Giving a chaste kiss to her knuckles, “we’re getting married tomorrow.” He mumbled against them, his voice raspy and tired after a long day of planning, all doubt or anxiety about her parents leaving her body just from his touch, his words settled her completely.  

“I can’t wait to be your wife.” Standing to her tiptoes she nudged her nose with his, their gaze still looked before her eyes fluttered shut, breathing him in and relishing in the moment before his lips found hers.  

“What are you going to do about a dress?” Scott asked in a hushed tone, not wanting Chris to hear their conversation, closing the door to their bedroom behind him.  

The house was extremely busy downstairs with everyone completing last minute preparations so Scott and Y/n had snuck away for a quiet moment to get ready, knowing Y/n didn’t function when stressed. He could tell she wanted nothing more than to have Chris at her side, one didn’t move without the other.

But Scott demanded, as the self appointed best man/man of honour, that they be apart for the night before and the day of, still up-keeping some form of tradition.

Unknowingly to Scott, Chris had snuck back into their bedroom last night when everyone was asleep, not wanting to be away from one another with the excitement of the next day bubbling. 

Like children on Christmas Eve.  

The busyness of the day had helped keep them both distracted, not giving them much time to sneak off for a moment of privacy. 

“I bought something a few months ago, thinking ahead.” Y/n rummaged through her and Chris’s shared walk-in closet, plucking a black garment bag which was hidden at the very back.  

Unzipping the bag, Y/n revealed the white, embroidered, floor length cami wedding dress. Scott couldn’t contain his gasp as he softly took the dress in his hands, admiring it silently.  

“Where did you find this?” His eyes not leaving the dress, his fingers running over the patterns.

“ASOS,” she started. “I saw it on there and had to have it, I’m going to wear it with these...” Trailing off as she bent down to pick up her pair of all white, high-topped converses, now beaming from ear to ear.

“You’re joking right?”

“Heels aren’t me,” shrugging her shoulders she took the dress from Scott and disappeared into the en-suite to get ready.  

“What about rings?” Scott asked on the other side of the door, he was sitting on the edge of the bed go through the checklist he had created in his mind.

“I think Chris has that sorted.” Was all she replied too focused on not damaging the dress as she slipped it on carefully, not hearing when Scott said something about checking on the decorations and leaving. 

After ten minutes Y/n stepped out of the bathroom to show Scott, her hair now falling freely over her shoulders and the slightest bit of make-up, the dress hugged her figure perfectly as the flowed around her.  

“Wow.” Chris’s voice sounded, making her jump back behind the bathroom door, shutting it, hoping he didn’t see too much. “Baby, what’re you doing?” Walking over to the bathroom door, trying to push it open.

“I thought you were Scott. You’re not supposed to see me!” Y/n cried from behind the door.

“I don’t care, we’re getting married during a pandemic, in our back garden with less than twenty people... So, I think the traditions are out the window.” His hand still on the door knob, letting a breathy chuckle out. “C’mon gorgeous, I wanna see you.” He attempted to persuade her.

Slowly the door started to open to reveal Y/n stood there, holding either side of her dress as she twirled for Chris, giggling as she did.

Well fuck, the sight made Chris’s heart swell, his palms became sweaty as his eyes trailed over her, drinking in her appearance, his smile never leaving his lips.  

Y/n took the opportunity to take in her fiancé's appearance, he was currently in black dress pants, a white shirt tucked into his pants with the top few buttons undone, and a tie hanging around his neck, untied. Her breath hitched in her throat at the sight, butterflies erupting in her stomach.

“Was gonna ask you to do my tie...” He choked out, his eyes now meeting hers.  

Without word she took a step forward and began fastening the last few buttons before making work of his tie, his hands found her hips, rubbing small circles with his thumbs as he watched her intently.  

“You look...” He started, but was cut off by Y/n.

“Handsome, you look insanely handsome. I’m lucky you’re about to become my husband.” Her eyes still fixated on the tie, her tongue dragging across her bottom lip as she concentrated. Once satisfied her fingers smoothed out his collar and tie. “Now go, before Scott sees you in here. Anyone would think he’s the one getting married.” Both chuckling softly.  

With her command Chris didn’t move away, just one step closer to her, closing the gap between them, his hands now cupping her cheeks, both looking into each other's eyes for a few seconds before he dipped his head down to kiss her.  

This kiss wasn’t like all the others he had sneaked in the past twenty four hours, it was different.

Y/n’s mind casting back to the night Chris told her he loved her for the first time, the kiss matching that. It was filled with adoration, passion and love, making her stomach do flips and her heart hammer against her chest.  

“Go,” Y/n mumbled against his lips after a few seconds, pushing his abdomen. “I’ll see you down there handsome.” Giving her one last kiss before walking away, leaving her now by herself as she jumped up and down in their bathroom, the tiniest squeal leaving her lips.  

The next half an hour rushed by so quickly, now the pair were stood at the bottom of their garden in front of their families, their garden littered with fairy lights hung above them, their families stood watching proudly. 

It was simple and perfect, no fuss. 

Scott was ordaining the ceremony something Chris and Y/n weren’t aware he could do until last night. Too scared to know the reason why he decided to become an ordained minister, “you never know when you might need it” was all he said. 

“Y/n,” Chris started, his hands shaking a little. “I can’t imagine my life without you, since you came barging into it 22 years ago. From the very first day of filming back in 2011, I knew you were it for me, even if I didn’t know it.” That caused everyone to laugh, “I love how you’re always there by my side, how you always tie my tie... Even if I know how to do it myself.” Y/n gasped shocked at his admission, laughing along with everyone. “At first it was a tactic to be near you, but the look of concentration you have every time, drives me crazy.” He laughed as she shook her head, beaming from ear to ear. “You make me the happiest man alive every day, even when you’re beating my ass at guitar hero. I love how passionate and impatient you are... Today being an example of that.” Everyone laughed again, he reached for her cheek and wiped the tears away with his thumb. “I can’t believe I get to call you my wife... I love you.”

Y/n was speechless, wiping away the tears that continued to fall, it was like he’d winded her with his words, her body tingled with excitement and love as the feeling of becoming Mrs Evans drew closer.

“Chris,” she started. “You are one of the most amazing, crazy talented, men I’ve ever known, I’m in constant awe of what you’re capable of... Seriously, it's annoying... I will make it my life mission to find something you’re not good at.” Chris’s loud laughter now echoed over your families laughs, his hand falling to his chest. “Your laugh, is my favourite sound of yours and if I could play it on repeat I would, but I’ll just settle for making you laugh with my terribly bad dad jokes-”

“Oh no!” Chris groaned at her statement, making everyone laugh again.

“Our love consumes me, I knew from the moment Lizzie told me you liked me that I had to have you, no matter what. Everyone constantly tells me how intense our love is, but it wasn’t until someone described it perfectly to me that I understood,” Y/n took the opportunity to side eye Scott, recalling the night they had a very drunken conversation about her relationship with Chris, making Scott laugh. “We’re so in sync with one another, you move, I move, we could be in a room filled with people, on opposite ends and we would still find each other without looking. Being with you,” she had to stop to compose herself, not wanting to cry during her vows. “Is like living a dream come true, especially during the simple times, no plans, no noise, just us doing nothing.”

Chris didn’t hide his tears as they freely fell, the sniffles from everyone, including Robert could be heard now.

After a few more words from Scott, once he calmed down, the cheers erupted as their lips connected, their first kiss as husband and wife. Chris pulling her flush against him, deepening the kiss. “I got you, Mrs Evans.” He whispered against her lips, making her giggle.  

The rest of the night was spent with their families, basking in the events of the day as they ended the night with the fire pit lit, gathered around it. Y/n was still in her dress and converse clad feet, her hair now tied up as she sat on the floor in between her husband's legs. 

She was currently admiring her wedding band, it was rose gold, slim and had diamonds wrapped around it, fitting perfectly against her engagement ring. reaching for the hand that rested on her shoulder, now playing with his wedding band, his band was thick, black and had a thin, rose gold strip around the centre. 

Chris had purchased them the day he bought the engagement ring and had hidden them in his sock drawer in his bedside, his hiding spots were getting better. 

“I’m so happy for you guys.” Robert softly whispered, puling his daughter into his arms holding her tightly against his chest. “I can’t believe you’re married!” 

“I know... I have to live with a boy!” She quipped back and Robert’s body started to vibrate with laughter, her cheek resting on his should as they continued to hug, not wanting to let go.

“My baby...” Now cupping her cheeks, giving his daughter one last look of pride before letting go. “You’ve always been my favourite child.” He whispered, Y/n knew he was joking but she laughed in agreement anyway. Out of her other three siblings they both shared a close relationship, Y/n was his saving grace when he was younger, having her at a young age bonded them. 

“Chris, I can’t believe you’re my son now... How weird.” Chris smiles broadly at the term son, instead of son-in-law, he knew Robert classed him as part of the family and not because he had to. "Welcome to the family, legally.. Let’s face it you’ve always been apart of this family.” Sharing a quick embrace before slipping past the newlyweds to speak to Lisa.

“Do you want to dance?” Chris bent down to whisper in his wife's ear, his hands finding her hips and back pressed against his chest, only to have her hum in response. 

Guiding her to an open spot in the garden, taking his hand in hers and spinning her so she was now facing him. His large hands resting on her hips whilst her hands snaked around his waist, the music that played from the speakers in the house guiding them. “You’re my wife,” stating softly, his lips finding her forehead.

“That’s right Evans,” the nickname now sounding futile with both being Evans’. “You’re stuck with me, no getting out this.” Her index finger was pointing between them before wrapping back around his neck. 

“Never.” 

It was nearing 2am when Chris and Y/n climbed the stairs to their bedroom, once the click of their door shutting was heard she reached behind trying to unzip her dress but struggled due to her tired state, contemplating just sleeping her dress.

Her thoughts were interrupted by her husband as he guided the zip down slowly, leaving slow, wet kisses on shoulder, using his callous fingers to brush the straps of her dress off her shoulders, the dress pooling at her feet, leaving her in nothing but her panties.  

“My wife, you’re stunning.” He said lowly, the only light in the room was the light of the moon streaming through the windows. Y/n turned to face him, starting to unbutton his shirt which was now untucked, tie long gone and the top two buttons already undone, his collar bones and tattoos poking out through his shirt.  

Pushing the shirt off of him, she traced his tattoos with her fingers, a hiss of pleasure escaping from his throat, making him tighten the grip on her hips she didn’t know he had.  

The C necklace glistening in the moonlight.

That’s how they stood for a few minutes, their eyes never breaking from one another, her arms wrapped around his neck, his hands on her hips.  

Y/n guided her new husband to their bed, the back of his legs hitting the edge and he sat down closely followed by her straddling him. “Mr Evans,” her voice laced with arousal. “I do believe, you’re wearing one too many items of clothing.” She tsked, her finger trailing down his abdomen, his muscles twitching when she did, effortlessly flicking the button of his pants open.  

“That can be fixed... Mrs Evans.” He purred in her ear, sending a shiver down her spine.  

[doctorslove]

Evenings with You

I hope you enjoy this my friend!! Nothing better than being domestic with Ten so I really enjoyed this request <3

Summary: After taking a nap in the Doctor's arms, the two of you decide to cook. Just fluff 😌

Tenth Doctor x Reader

Gender not specified for the reader

Words: 1003

You slowly opened your eyes feeling long fingers running through your hair. It was such a nice feeling and you didn’t want it to end so you shut your eyes again and leaned into the Doctor’s touch. A smile appeared on your face when you realized you had fallen asleep while he was telling you a story.

He never got offended when it happened – even though it happened a lot- because he knew it wasn’t that you found his stories boring. It was the safety of his embrace and the sweetness of his voice when he was talking to you.

“You won’t be able to sleep tonight,” he said softly.

“Mmm…” you murmured and shifted in his arms. The couch was not very big but somehow the two of you fit perfectly. “Not my fault.”

“Oh and whose fault is it?” he asked raising a brow at you.

You looked up at him. “Yours. You’re the one who lulled me to sleep.” You checked the time on your phone and saw it was 7:20pm already. “And let me go on for two hours! Why didn’t you wake me earlier?”

“Oh but you always look like an angel when you’re sleeping,” he pouted. “I just couldn’t.”

His response made you blush and you tried to hide it by lying on his chest again. The Doctor’s hand was still on your hair playing with it.

It was true that you looked like an angel when you slept. But that wasn’t the only reason he didn’t wake you. He also loved having you in his arms. Like this…Just to himself.

You were always running; always fighting for your lives or for others.

So he craved these quiet moments with you. He could feel your weight on him, he could smell the comforting scent of your shampoo, listen to your slow breathing, and let himself daydream. Daydream a life with you.

“I’m hungry,” you interrupted his thoughts.

His thumb started rubbing your cheek and he chuckled. “Are you in the mood for cooking with me?”

“Yes, please.”

--

“It’s the simplest recipe, we can’t mess it up this time. I know it,” you said looking extremely concentrated while reading the instructions.

“That’s what you said last time.”

You and the Doctor were not masters at the whole cooking thing. You were trying, you really were, but every time it ended up a failure.

That didn’t mean you weren’t enjoying the process of learning, though. You had great big moments to remember like the one where you almost burned down the kitchen and the TARDIS saved you last minute.

“This time I mean it,” you said opening the fridge. “It’s mac and cheese, for God’s sake. Plus I already have - Where is the rest of the cheddar?”

He looked at you with a guilty expression.

“Doctor…” you sighed, closing the fridge again and holding a much less amount of cheddar than you needed. You placed it next to the box of macaroni.

“It pairs well with bananas, I couldn’t resist last night!”

“Your food combination choices are questionable to say the least,” you giggled; your angry expression long gone. “We should go to the grocery store tomorrow. We've run out of tomatoes too.”

He gave you a teasing smile instead of replying.

“What is it?”

The Doctor moved closer to you and wrapped his arms around your waist. “I’ve noticed a thing.”

“What thing?” you asked with your heartbeat suddenly getting faster.

“You can’t stay mad at me for long.”

“That’s not true,” you frowned.

“Oh but it is, my love,” he said, booping your nose.

You did your best not to smile but you were not sure you succeeded. “No, I am furious right now.”

“Mhm…” he said kissing your cheek. It was impossible not to melt over the feeling of his lips touching your skin. “I can see that.”

He grabbed the box of pasta from behind you and moved to get a pot. “Come on, let’s get started.”

You silently wished he had stayed this close to you a bit longer. But his sudden enthusiasm to cook snapped you out of your bubble so you followed him.

It really seemed to be going well this time and you were almost sure that in a few minutes you’d be enjoying a nice plate of mac and cheese.

Once he was done with adding the cheese to the macaroni, the Doctor dipped his finger in so he could try it.

“I’ve told you a million times-”

“I just wanted to check if it needs some extra salt,” he defended himself.

“There are other ways to do that like, I don’t know,” you paused to act like you were thinking about it, “using a fork?”

“A waste of time,” he said looking serious while licking his finger clean, which made you laugh.

“I can’t with you sometimes,” you said fondly.

He gave you a toothy grin. “See?”

“What?”

“You can’t stay mad at me!”

You rolled your eyes smiling. “Okay, fine. You proved your point. Is it so bad that I can’t?”

“Bad?” he asked and cupped your cheeks with his hands. “It only makes me love you more.”

In moments like this you didn’t know what to say. Or do. You just felt an immeasurable amount of affection for him. So you just wrapped your arms around the Doctor and held him as close as you could.

“I love you. So so much. Even when you make me mad.”

“I know,” he replied, kissing the top of your head.

“For the record you also can’t stay mad at me,” you said after a few moments.

“Well that’s not a secret.”

“No?” you asked, blushing.

“Oh please, you know you have me wrapped around your little finger.”

You smiled brightly at him and he returned the same look to you. The two of you got lost in each other’s eyes until a certain smell reached your nose.

“Doctor?”

“Yeah?”

“Did you turn off the stove?”

“Shit.”

[chasingpj]

𝐜𝐨𝐳𝐲

pairing: percy jackson x gn reader

requested?: yes

warnings: implied sex, and uh, that's it

category: headcanons, fluff, established relationship

one thing that’s never changed between you and percy is that no matter how old you get, you’ll always be the playful 13-year-olds when you first met at heart

some nights felt like you’re just unsupervised children causing havoc in your shared apartment in new rome

there’s this running inside joke between the two of you that you guys can never sit through an entire movie without getting distracted

sometimes you're interrupted by the restlessness of wanting to do something else and other times, you get distracted doing, ehm, wink wink other things

either way, you guys have never gotten through more than 40 minutes of a movie in one sitting

one night, you thought you were going to change that for good

you had set the goal to watch mulan in its entirety without stopping

but then you became a factor in your own demise

you watched through, maybe, the first ten minutes of the movie before you said, “you know what would make this better? a blanket fort.”

percy raised an eyebrow at you, taking in the small living room before turning toward you

“you, y/n, are a person full of great ideas.”

his finger booped your nose softly, and he gave you a boyish smile that made your heart skip a beat

as you jumped up from the couch, you began listing all the things you needed: snacks, the fairy lights in your bedroom, dining room chairs, pillows, and every stuffed animal you have in your place

“yes, sir/ma’am!” percy said before running off to help you collect the materials

it doesn’t take long to put everything together after you established the blankets over the dining chairs and the back of the couch

you laid down blankets on the floor, fluffed the pillows, lined your space with stuffed animals, and decorated everything with fairy lights

by the time you peered into the fort, percy was already covered in blankets and cuddling with a squishmellow

“i’m a little jealous of puff the penguin right now,” you joked as you crawled in, joining him under the blankets

percy gave you a dopey smile, tossing the squishmellow to the side before pulling you into his arms

he pressed a soft kiss on your forehead. “you’ll always be my favorite squishmellow.”

you snorted, finding what he said to be super corny

you don’t tease him though and instead, you pull him into a slow, almost feather-light kiss

the sweetness of the kiss made your cheeks radiate with heat and the husky hum that vibrates from his throat sends your stomach into a frenzy of butterflies

somehow, through the haze of the intimacy, you remembered what you were supposed to be doing,

and that is watching mulan

you wiggled in his arms, reluctantly pulling away as much as his hold allowed

“the movie,” you reminded him

percy looked at you through the dark lashes of his half-lidded eyes, “oh... right.”

he gazed over at the opening of your cozy fort as if he was about to move

then he just waves his hand, plopping his head right back onto his pillow.

“eh, we can watch it later. i’m more interested in you.”

“but... don’t you want to find out if mulan brings her family honor?” you joked

“of course she will. when does a disney movie ever have a sad ending?”

you were ready to prove him wrong, but you couldn’t come up with an example at the moment, “fine, i guess you’re right.”

percy’s lips that rest against your forehead curl up into a smile, and he gives you another groggy hum, “so, let’s just stay here.”

his thumb caresses your cheek before it slid down, taking your chin in its hold to gently tilt your head back

percy is quick to connect your lips once again, not giving you much time to study the fondness in his expression in the white hue of the fairy lights

the kiss you share increasingly becomes lazier, the heat and comfort of one another making the both of you sleepy

percy eventually pulls away to yawn and you smiled, amused as he mumbles a suggestion to take a nap

it hadn’t been your intention to nap here but after reflecting on the long week of late nights studying for the midterms that just passed, you figured you and perce could use a nap

with your face nuzzled against his neck and percy’s strong arms around your body, it doesn’t take long for you to drift off to sleep

… so much for watching a movie

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[whumpasaurus101]

Some Dreams

Cw: Alcohol / Forced to drink alcohol / Cursing / Noncon touching (not sexual)

- - - Asher sat at the dark oak wooden table as the two idiots sat between him. Alicia stroked her fingers through his hair and hummed softly. “Do you have to be touching me every goddamn fucking minute?!” Asher yelled, resisting the urge to shove Alicia away from him. Alicia almost looked at him in shock but chuckled and booped his nose, “Yep!”

Asher rolled his eyes, he knew the two were drunk. Alicia was normally fine drunk, Rodger was usually the worst. With Alicia, she was more… touchy-feely… whereas with Rodger he was more… punchy kicky…

He lost track of how many bottles of wine they have gone through by now. Asher let out a sigh, “Right, I’m gonna head to bed, I can’t put up with you two any longer,” Asher sighed. He went to stand up but felt the grip on his shoulder tighten and push him down.

Asher’s eyes quickly met with Alicia’s in a confused look. “No,” She ordered, “You're not going anywhere.”

“Dude, it's fucking half three in the morning, let me go to bed for fuck sake.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Rodger growled, slapping Asher up the back of his head. Asher looked between the two idiots in shock, “What the fuck?! How about you two go have your fucking drinks and let me fucking sleep.”

“Hey, I think Asher is just jealous, say, I bet he hasn't even had a sip of alcohol in his life!” Alicia cackled. Rodger grinned evilly, picking up the bottle of wine, “Hold him still.”

Alicia started laughing and Asher felt her grip on him tighten. He thrashed in it, “St-stop, Alicia let me the fuck go!” Alicia chuckled, her breath ghosting against his face, making him flinch backwards. “Open your mouth, baby.”

“Fuck off.”

Alicia smirked and simply held Asher’s nose closed. Asher was confused at this action at first until it hit him. In order for him to breathe, he'd need to open his mouth. And if he was to open his mouth, a strong, poison-like drink will pass his lips and burn his throat as it travels to his stomach. His eyes widened as he tried to kick Alicia off, only making the bitch giggle at his poor attempts.

Asher’s head started pounding along to the desperate attempts of his heart beating. Black spots filled his vision before he gave up, heaving in a breath. His nirvana soon turned dull as the bitter poison filled his mouth. He looked to Alicia with a whimper, watching as Alicia poured the bottle of wine into his mouth, “Shhhh baby, you're always so tense! This will help!”

Asher tried to spit it out but ended up coughing and spluttering it, making some of the wine go down his throat.

“Alright, let him breathe,” Rodger sighed. Alicia let the bottle tilt for a beat longer before tipping it up and covering Asher's mouth and nose, “Come on, baby, be a good boy.” Tears trailed down his cheeks, he had no other choice but to swallow the wine.

Alicia’s hand withdrew, only to be placed on his cheek, gently cupping it, “Such a good boy for me!!!!” Asher coughed and cried out, more tears streaming down his face as Alicia gently shushed him. Asher couldn't help but let out a hoarse sob, his body shaking, “C-c’n I go t-to bed…”

“Sure, go on.” Asher quickly got up and walked to the door. “Quickly, before I change my mind,” Rodger spat, making Asher roll his eyes and stomp up the stairs. He quickly rushed to the bathroom in his room, locked the door and got into the shower, turning the water as hot as possible, drinking the water of the shower too, trying to get the burning sensation in his throat away.

Ten minutes later he was curled up in the corner, legs hugged tightly to his chest as he sobbed, biting his fist as hard as he could, trying to quieten his sobs. He needed to get out of here. Theres nothing he wanted more. Just him and Jack, gone, never having to see any of the assholes in their lives anymore. But as the night went on, Asher soon realized that his vision was only a vision, hoping, nothing more but a silly dream…

But don’t some dreams can come true…. right?

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[finelinevogue]

Can you do one where Harry take his children and YN to one of his concert and their just dancing around singing along on stage with Harry.

i love this concept so much!! i kinda of wanna make it sad though soooo it’s gonna be harry’s final show :/ hope you enjoy;

oli - 29, felix - 27, belle - 24

The concert had been amazing, but unfortunately it was coming to its’ end now.

The final show.

That’s what Harry had decided to call it; a clever play on words with reference to his first ever solo single. The last 50 years had been a rollercoaster for Harry, from growing up just a kid in Cheshire, to going on the X Factor and winning the hearts of millions and from being in the most successful band of the decade to going solo and still being absolutely beloved. Times had changed, though. Harry had changed. He had a beautiful family of 3 now, excluding his wonderful wife. His children were his universe, no question about it, but they were getting older now - Harry was getting older. He was 50 this year and with that in mind he’d decided to retire. Retiring had involved a long conversation with you, along with a bottle of red wine, about whether it was the right decision or not. But it was - is.

You had suggested he put on one final, massive show, to celebrate his life and his achievements along with all that the fans have too. Tickets were open internationally and it was being streamed on various TV outlets for those who couldn’t attend. The tickets sold within 47 seconds. 47 seconds. It was being held in the Olympic Stadium in London, because it was Harry’s home and it held the most number of people he could genuinely allow.

The concert had started with ‘Fine Line’ songs, which merged into HS1 songs with a few One Direction songs as well. The entire set list had been composed by the fans with various polls on social media, with the concert supposedly lasting 2 hours (although with support artists and a few extra surprises it was more likely going to be 3!)

It had been beautiful so far. Magical. Unforgettable.

Every chance he got, without making it grossly obvious, he looked at you. He'd told you to stick your thumbs up at him every time he caught your eye, so he knew that you were okay - and every time, you did.

The concert was coming to an end now, which everyone was dreading. How could +30 years feel like it'd only been thirty minutes? You were devastated, so you could only imagine what his fans were thinking.

"Hey!"

The end Kiwi, for the second time, strummed throughout the arena and you knew it was time for the final song. His final song.

"Mum, is this the end?" Belle asked you, from where she was standing next to you. You had been dancing together all night and gotten progressively more tired. Your feet hurt. Your throats burned. Yet, as always, it was so worth it.

"Yes, Belles, it is." You tell her, and she pouted sadly. "Dad won't want to see you sad love, okay? He can still sing to you before bed?" You teased her, reminding her of a time when Harry would do such a thing, not wanting her to be all sad. It was supposed to be a celebration, but even you could admit that is was pretty hard-hitting.

"Really mum?" She asked.

You booped her nose annoyingly, before answering. "Every night if you want him to."

The lights changed from their green tone, thanks to Kiwi, back to a bright, white light. It beamed on Harry, making him look even more like the angel that he is. He dragged his microphone back to the centre stage and took a deep breath for beginning a speech he'd told you he'd prepared.

"So this is it, my friends." He laughed sadly into the microphone. He brushed his hair back and took out his in-ears to hear the audience. They were all awwing and crying, but what else did you expect? Their favourite artist was retiring - who wouldn't be crying a river?

"I, um. I'd like to take a bit of time to thank certain people." He coughed, something he always did after performing Kiwi due to his asthma. You thought it was lovely that he'd planned a speech to thank his management and crew. They did so much work backstage and you definitely didn't think they got enough credit for their hard work.

"Okay. I've made a little list..." Harry pulled out a tiny bit of crumpled paper from his pocket. "Just in case I forget anyone." He joked to himself, but made everyone laugh anyways. "So I guess first off, I should start with you lovely people." He pointed around the whole stadium, showing he was talking about the fans. "What you have done for me is indescribable. I think to myself, everyday, am I worthy of even being here—"

"Yes!" An army of agreement echoed around the arena, making Harry stop, blush and smile to himself.

"Well thank you! Um. You have been the best fans ever, and I know you will continue to be. I know you don't owe me anything, but all I ask you to keep loving yourselves and treating people with kindness, because I know I can count on you lot to do that, for me." He sniffled at the end, making you bite your lip to prevent the tears from falling for you. He looked so vulnerable right now, but you knew he'd be feeling on top of the world.

"Jheez." He sniffles again. "That's one thank you down and i'm already crying." He looked to his band to share the joke with.

“Dad’s such a wuss.” Oli laughed, holding his arm around Beas waist, making the people around you chuckle in agreement.

“Shut up you - Mr-tears-in-your-eyes!” You pointed out, laughing as he flipped you the bird - which then got him a hit off his grandma Anne.

All of Harrys family and friends were here, in a special cornered off section. It was such a thoughtful thing for Harry to do. All his family, and a fair few of yours, were sat down along with Harrys closest friends. Everyone was sharing laughs and drinks, whilst using every inch of space to dance along to your husbands boastful music.

"Secondly, my touring family. From Jeff and Ben, to Sarah's Kitchen, Adam, Mitch, Sarah, Charlotte and Nyoh, not forgetting everyone backstage and behind the lights, music and cameras. You've all been the greatest. Everything you do is second to none. You're all talented, warm-hearted, people whom I will carry in my heart forever. Thank you." You noticed members of the crew and band starting to tear up now.

"Moving on to my boys. We've been through it all, lads, and I couldn't have asked for four better brothers than you all. Louis. Liam. Niall. Zayn. Thank you." Everyone cheered ten times louder, maybe because this was as close to a One Direction reunion as the fans were ever going to get, but definitely because Harry had mentioned Zayn. You saw a girl faint at the mere mention of all the boys in the same sentence. The boys lifted up their beers to Harry, stood close by to where you were standing.

"I guess I should say thank you to the women who made all this possible. Mum. Gem. Thank you for signing me up all those years ago. Thank you for believing in me. You've made me the - crap, sorry! - the man I am now and I love you both." Harry prayed to them both, whilst bowing, and swiftly wiped away the tears afterwards. Anne and Gemma, on the other hand, were proudly crying.

"Ol, Fix and Belles. You rascals make me get out of bed every morning and give me more of a purpose in life. You four give me so much joy and happiness. I love you all, even if you do drive me up the wall on an early Saturday morning! Thank you, my loves." You stood close to all your children, giving them the support they needed in this moment. Belle was crying against your chest, the ever-so-emotional woman she was. Felix was stood up, with Heather, with his drink raised to his dad. Oli was to your side, trying to remain cool and stoic, but you still caught the tears that ran down his face.

"Now." The audience calmed down again after awing over your babies. Harry cleared his throat before beginning again. "This evening keeps on reminding me of a very special person in my life. Someone who is my everything and that's my beautiful wife, Y/N." His words make your breath hitch in your throat. You never expected him to say anything about you. I mean, what had you done?

"Mum." Belle called out to you, in affirmation that this was real.

"She's more than just a wife. She's a lover. She's my muse. She's my best-fucking-friend, apologises for swearing but sue me. I was hesitant to let go of all this, at first. What would I do with myself now? You know? People tell me i'm 'happiest on stage', and for a time that was true. Until I met Y/N. She's made me realise that family makes me the happiest. She makes me the happiest." He jumped down off stage, taking the microphone with him. He ran his hands along the fans in the front row, but had no intention of stopping until he met you.

You felt Belle leaving your side, but you were too captivated by Harry to fully understand what was happening.

"So what am I going to do now, you ask? Well..." Harry cheekily smiled at you. "I'm going to make her the happiest woman alive, just as she makes me the happiest man." You began to cry again and the chorus of thousands of fans clapping and screaming surrounds you, only to all stop when his lips meet yours. He tasted like a combination of salty sweat and mint, but he was home. After a minute of crying, kissing and 'i love yous' , Harry ran back to the stage before Jeff could shoot him.

"Thank you all. All my love." He said whilst adjusting his microphone. "Please sing along if you know the words." He asked, full well knowing every single person will be screaming out the lyrics to him.

"Just stop you're crying it's the sign of the times. Welcome to the final show. Hope you're wearing your best clothes."

[potter-imagines]

Staying at the Burrow with your boyfriend Fred Weasley...

-       Fred loathed his time away from Hogwarts on any break that you weren’t with him

-       Since the Christmas of your fourth year, it has become a sort of tradition for you to going your boyfriend and his family for the holidays

-       And if you would even suggest a change in plans, Fred would beg you otherwise

-       “Y/n pleaseeee, angel? I already told my mum that you’re coming, and she already started knitting! You’ll break her heart!” “Okay fine, I’ll come but only for Molly.”

-       It means the absolute world to Fred that you love his family and that his family loves you

-       Ginny would await your arrival by the front door, practically buzzing with excitement

-       Every time you visit the Burrow, you make sure to bring gifts for his family

-       Your favorite person to give presents to is Arthur

-       You always bring him some new muggle object that never fail to fascinate him

-       “Oh, Molly! Y/n’s here- ooh I wonder what she’s brought for me this time! I hope it’s one of those clicky writers!” “You mean a pen, dear.” “Yes, yes, Molly, a pem!” “Arthur, no-“

-       Most breaks Harry would also tag along which meant more players for your quidditch games

-       Fred and George were usually team captain

-       Fred always picked you first for his team

-       Unless George got to pick first

-       He would pick you just in spite of Fred, which usually caused petty bickering between the twins

-       “Bloody hell, George! You pinky promised me you wouldn’t pick Y/n! You said I could have her-“ “Freddie, you spend almost 24 hours a day with her. She’s just on my team for one game!”

-       George would playfully torture you two during the whole break with comments here and there

-       “Hey dad, I saw Fred sneak Y/n into our room last night.” “George!” “…let’s just not tell your mother, understood?”

-       Doing the dishes with Fred and having a bubble fight

-       George wasn’t lying tho

-       Fred would sneak you into his room almost every night

-       Molly had caught you two a few times but she never brought it up

-       Fred was nearly 18 and Molly absolutely adored you

-       So she’d smile to herself and pretend she never saw a thing

-       Going on walks with Ron and Harry

-       A lot of cute little moments with Fred

-       Like him giving you his sweater when you get cold at night

-       He likes to draw pictures on your back when you’re cuddling as you try to guess what it is

-       “Uh… I’m not sure, is it a flower?” “No, angel. It was an owl! Okay now guess this one…”

-       George would constantly whisper shout at the two of you when he’s trying to sleep

-       “Can you lovesick puppies shut up! Some of us are single and would rather be miserable in peace. I can’t handle all the cute lovey whispers, it’s bloody sickening! I’m ready to share a bed with Percy- that’s how bad it is.”

-       This would cause Fred and yourself to erupt with laughter much to George’s displeasure

-       Sneaking around the house to have some *cough* private time

-       Making out in his backyard

-       Fred doesn’t like when you go for walks alone outside the house

-       Times are tense and you’re the last person, besides a family member, that he could afford to lose

-       He’ll always walk by your side and crack jokes just so he can hear you laugh

-       Whether he realizes it or not, whenever you two go walking together Fred will always hold your hand and swing it back and forth

-       He loves kissing your knuckles and the back of your hand

-       He’s honestly so sweet when he’s not putting 24 hour color changing hair dye in your shampoo

-       You’ve spent so many Christmas’ at the Weasley’s that Molly has a stocking for you and a gift ready every time

-       Fred purposely places mistletoes around the house for you two to ‘conveniently’ meet under

-       “Fred! You know I’m your girlfriend so you can kiss me whenever, right?” “But this is more romantic, darling! You’re the first girl I’ve ever kissed under a mistletoe- and the only, and last girl I want to kiss for my whole life. I’d like to continue that tradition.” “Well how can I say no to that?”

-       Fred will literally take any chance offered to kiss you

-       George loves to annoy the two of you by squeezing in the middle of your cuddles

-       “George! You git, get out of here!” “But I need some love too!” “Yeah, find it with a girl who isn’t my girlfriend!”

-       Fred will make you coffee or tea each morning, whichever you prefer

-       Making hot chocolate together for the whole family during winters at the Burrow

-       Marshmallow mustaches

-       You kiss the marshmallows off Fred’s mouth, running your tongue along his upper lips which causes a deep scarlet blush to slap his cheeks

-       “How do you like it when the tables are turned, Fred?” “I quite like it actually… that was hot.” “Fred!”

-       During winter, you guys will have snowball fights outside with all the Weasley siblings plus Harry, and Hermione

-       You and Fred have a competition on who can make the biggest snow man

-       Your relationship is built off humor, friendship, and love so there is not a day that passes by where tears aren’t pouring from your eyes out of laughter

-       Fred likes to wake you up by jumping on you and attacking your face with little pecks

-       “Wake up, angel! I’ve been waiting ten minutes for you to get up but I couldn’t wait any longer now c’mon!”

-       Fred loves to watch you get ready for the day

-       Oddly enough, his favorite part is your makeup routine (if you wear any)

-       It’s such a foreign world to him, he’s amazed by all the different products and how you can tell them all apart

-       “Freddie, baby, can you hand me my mascara?” “Uh... sure?”

-       Hands you your concealer

-       He just wants to help!

-       He teaches you how to ice skate out on the pond

-       Loves kissing your frozen red cheeks when you two come inside after being in the snow

-       Will boop your nose

-       You spend a lot of time with Ginny on breaks

-       She looks up to you greatly, so she gets so excited when you stay with the Weasley’s

-       “Y/n, Y/n, you’re here! Come, put your stuff in my room! We can have a sleepover-“ “Wow, Ginny, hadn’t realized Y/n was your girlfriend and not mine.” “Shut up, Fred.”

-       You help Fred and George play pranks on differently family members

-       Molly is typically the only one that is immune from these pranks

-       All three of you are far too terrified to make her angry

-       You will often rummage through Fred’s closet instead of opening your suitcase

-       And when he catches you in the act

-       Fred will chase you around the house

-       “That’s my jumper! Oh you’re in for it, Y/l/n!”

-       Some days at the Burrow, Fred and you barely get out of bed

-       Especially on rainy days

-       The sound of raindrops pounding against the roof of the house was comforting, the warm embrace of Fred had that effect on its own even without the rain

-       Maybe once a trip, you guys will take the car into town

-       It’s a bit of a drive so the Weasley’s don’t like to make more trips than necessary

-       Molly refuses to hand the keys to either of the twins and will only give them to you

-       She doesn’t trust the twins not the wreck the car

-       Every trip to the Burrow, you find yourself growing closer to your boyfriend

-       You spend every day together at school, but being outside of the castle is a little different

-       You have more freedom, more choices

-       It makes the both of you thrilled about graduating and moving in together

-       Fred can’t wait for the day he is able to spend every day with you by his side 

[indiee19]

Calm Like You

Alex Turner x reader

Summary: On a date to the fair, you and Alex go on the ferris wheel and you get scared; Alex comforts you and takes your worries away.

warnings: none

word count: 1.4k

-Requested from wattpad

a/n: this one is also kind of short

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You smelt popcorn, funnel cakes, cotton candy, and soft pretzels, the smell lingering all around you and Alex. Your hand in his, fingers interlocked. As you both walked, you saw kids running around, riding rides, and couples sitting down and eating or playing games. You had initially planned to stay in tonight, having worked long hours all week, but Alex had somehow talked you into going out with him tonight, saying that you would love it and that he missed taking you to the fair. And, you couldn't say no to him, but who could though?

The cool breeze danced against your arms, having chosen a short sleeve shirt, not considering how cold it would be later on during the night. Alex took notice of you shivering and stopped you both in your tracks. "You want me coat, love?" he asked, starting to remove his jacket even though you hadn't answered him yet. "No, Al, then you'll get cold," you said, stopping him.

"Don't worry about me. You're freezing, let me give you my jacket," he protested, giving his jacket to you to your dismay. You sighed, taking the jacket, knowing that he wouldn't let it go until you took it from him. You slid the leather jacket on, with Alex's help, always the gentleman, and you started to walk again. "So, what do you want to do first?" Alex asked, wrapping his arm around you tightly, keeping you close and warm.

"Umm, the game where you knock the bottles over with a ball," you said, leaning your head on his shoulder. "Okay," he said, grabbing your hand, leading you to the game. Alex led you over to the game and the worker looked up at you both. "What can I help you two lovely people with?" he asked.

"Uh, we'd like to play the game. How many tickets for three shots?" Alex said, getting out the tickets that he'd insistently bought even though you'd said that he could just pay upfront. The worker told him that it would cost three, and Alex ripped off three from the ticket roll and handed them to the worker. The guy working the booth handed Alex the balls and stepped aside just so he wouldn't get hit by one of the them.

You stepped back, letting Alex have his room to throw the ball. You watched his every move carefully as he planted his foot behind him, before throwing it, knocking down the tower of bottles in his first shot. You smiled widely, hugging him tightly.

"Alright, which one do you want?" the worker asked. You were looking at a big stuffed brown bear and Alex took notice of that. "I'll take that big bear," he said. The worker quickly got down the bear and handed it to Alex, and he handed it to you. "Thank you," Alex said.

The two of you walked away and you held the bear close to your chest, thanking Alex for winning it for you. "So, do you want to get some food quickly?" Alex asked, motioning his head towards a funnel cake stand.

"Of course, Al," you said. He smiled at you and you both walked over to the booth that had funnel cakes on display, getting in the back of the line that wasn't very long, thankfully.

"So, what do you want to eat, me love?" Alex asked, wrapping his arm around you, holding you close, the warmth from his body heating you up even through his leather jacket. You glanced over at the menu that was hanging, glancing over all of the delicious, sugary sweet fair foods that you loved so much. You kept looking at it, stopping when you saw funnel cakes with ice-cream, fruit, powdered sugar, and chocolate syrup. You looked over Alex, telling him what you wanted. "I want the funnel cake with ice-cream and strawberries."

"Okay," he said, scratching the coppery goatee that he was starting to grow and that you had become quite fond of. The line moved quickly and you were happy about that, didn't want to wait in the long, tortious lines that the fair normally brought. When it was your and Alex's turn to order, Alex told them what you both wanted, Alex having decided to share the funnel cake with you.

Once he ordered, you both stepped off to the side so that you didn't hold up the line, and you both patiently waited for your funnel cake and your drinks, having decided on soda. Seven short minutes went by until you got your food, Alex grabbing it as you went to go find somewhere to sit, and he quickly found you and sat down beside you, handing you your drink and sitting down the food with two forks.

He picked up a piece of the funnel cake with his fork, holding it up to your mouth. You laughed and opened your mouth, eating the piece that he got for you. "'ow's it taste?" Alex asked, wiping off a bit of powdered sugar that was on your upper lip from where you got your own piece.

"Delicious," you said, getting a bit of whipped cream on your finger and dabbing it on his nose. "Boop," you smiled.

He scrunched up his face and wiped it off himself. You both ate the cake, making cheesy jokes, being cliché. You finished the funnel cake and threw away the trash, wiping Alex's face with your finger to get the powdered sugar off his perfectly gorgeous face, much like he had done before to you. "So, what do you want to do now?" you asked as Alex began wrapping his arm around you again.

"Umm..." he said, looking around. "How about the ferris wheel?" Alex asked, motioning towards it.

You didn't like ferris wheels, nor did you like heights, having been stuck on the very top of one when you were little for at least ten minutes. You should've said no, and you knew that, it would be the only way to keep you sane, but the way Alex looked at you, the way he starred you down with his chocolate brown eyes ... it made you weak and you just had to say yes. I mean, who would say no to Alex Turner?

You nodded and watched the way his face lit up whenever you did. He was so damn adorable. He held you close as you walked to the ferris wheel, wanting you to be warm even though you had his jacket. When you got to the line, you hoped that it would go by slow, already getting nervous. But as your luck was, the line went by fast. An when it was yours and Alex's turn, you started to shake as you sat down and Alex took notice of this.

"You alright, love?" he asked, holding you hand. "Baby, you're fucking shaking."

You started to move, the seat rocking. You closed your eyes, holding onto Alex, and your stuffed bear that he had won for you, tighter. All the seats filled out and the wheel started to move around, doing a few laps around, your eyes shutting tighter, holding Alex tighter as well.

"Alex, I don't like this," you said shakily. You opened your eyes at, of course, the right time, you were at the very top, stopping for a minute or two.

"Hey, it's okay, I've got you," he said, kissing your temple. You looked down again, not thinking it through, getting dizzy just from looking down. Alex quickly thought of something to calm you down, grabbing and lightly squeezing your face to bring your lips to his, kissing you deeply, but softly at the same time. You wrapped your arms around his neck, and his were now around your waist, holding you close.

You were quickly calmed, the sweetness of the kiss the only thing going through your mind at the moment. You now felt at ease, all the worries and tension leaving your body. Alex slowly pulled away from the kiss as you started to come down. "Better?" he asked, resting his forehead against yours, nudging your nose with his own.

"Much better," you smiled. You and Alex were soon to get off, walking away. And as much as Alex comforted you, you never wanted to go on a ferris wheel ever again. Alex then asked you what you wanted to do and did whatever you wanted to do for the rest of the night.

[honeyhenry]

Sweet as Pie

With some much needed time off, and excitement crisp in the air, you had flown over to Jersey with your husband Henry for Christmas to stay with his family, and they had been delighted to have you both back on his homeland. You settled in to Henry’s old room, unpacking all of the gifts you had brought for his family. You knew his nieces and nephews were going to love you even more when they saw what would be lying for them under the grand Christmas tree in the living room. Secretly, you were their favourite - not that they’d ever tell their poor Uncle Henry.

The large home is tidy, but scattered with family members in every room, all feeling at home in the place where Henry and his brothers grew up. You’d been able to catch up with the relatives you didn’t often see, and promise to spend some quality time together over the holidays.

It was so sweet to watch all the children’s faces light up on Christmas morning. You were glad that you and Henry could be spared an extra few moments in bed, being the only childless couple in the house. Yet moments later, Kal had leapt onto the bed - much to Henry’s annoyance; “down Kal, careful now” -  as soon as he had heard the pattering of his small friends’ feet out in the hallways. And what Kal wanted, you usually gave him.

Which is why, at 6.45am, Kal dragged you and in turn, dragged Henry down to the living room where the rest of the family sat, with the kids lit up like the Christmas tree that their plethora of presents laid under, grinning to their bleary eyed parents who’d barely had a wink of sleep on the cold winter morning.

“You’d think after 6 years it gets easier” you’d heard someone murmur, and so you’d decided to put the kettle on for those poor souls. Luckily for you, 45 minutes later, you’re able to snuggle back into bed with Henry, warming your feet on his legs to annoy him. You kiss the offended pout right off his face, before feeling his beefy arms wrap around your waist. It’s the last thing you had recalled, as you dozed off in his arms only seconds later, feeling his fingertips rub against your hip softly.

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The kitchen was bustling with about 10 bodies all completing their various tasks; cooking, washing, baking, roasting, timing and tasting. Well, you had kicked your husband out of the kitchen for sneaking a taste of your dessert before it was ready, chastising him out of the door. 

“You can either help properly or go and play with your siblings” you had bargained while he’d grinned, leaning against the doorframe. He raised an eyebrow, looking you up and down like you were a pastry he was keen to ravish himself; “But who is going to compliment the chef?”

With that, you’d folded your arms across your chest, blushing at his words. The cheek of that man was not lost on you, and it still got you every single time. 

And you loved him for it.

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The meal was a total success. A wonderful soup starter, followed by a small appetiser, and then the most magnificent turkey. Feeding over 20 people - now probably closer to 30 if you were to include the children who were growing up so quickly in front of your eyes - had proven to be difficult, but it was a challenge the family had clearly tackled before.

You had been so excited to prepare the desserts, and present your dish. However, halfway through the day, somewhere between the main course, watching your nephews with their new toys, and the dessert course of the delicious homemade Christmas feast, you’d fallen asleep on the sofa completely tuckered out. Your legs rested on Henry’s lap as he’d covered you with a hand-knitted blanket that he’d once slept with as a boy. Henry’s mother speaks up, careful not to wake you. She has a gleam in her eye, not that you or even Henry notice, too wrapped up in your own cozy sleepy bubble together by the fire.

“Dessert can wait” his mother says to the gaggle of children and adults swarming the living room, “go out and get some fresh air.”

She turns to the children, specifically.  “Do not disturb your Aunt, okay?”

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Your cheeks are warm as the fire heats the living room, and after a particularly competitive game of rugby with his brothers, nieces, and nephews, Henry quietly checks on you. He had left the room earlier when you had shifted your legs slightly, taking the opportunity to get some fresh air himself. It had indeed been a long day. His brothers had questioned your tiredness briefly, making sure you were well. With the knowledge that you were simply sleepy, they had begun to joke that you obviously just couldn’t keep up with the rest of the Cavills - despite having married into the family for 2 years and been around for the holidays for 4. Henry had promised them that you were fine -  that you still weren’t used to the long trip back to the island for the holidays. 

Not exactly a fib, he’d thought.

Kal was laid beside you, loyal as ever, watching out for anyone who may disturb your rest, sending a rumbling growl towards anyone who approached. Except Henry. 

While checking on you now to make sure you were still comfortable and resting well, he smiled, taking a picture of you wrapped up cosily by the fire, at peace in his childhood home, completely at rest and ease with him and his closest relatives. Petting Kal softly, he thanks him for looking after his mama so well.

“So?”

His mother, he hears. She’s alone for once as there was no one rushing to check for updates on food, no enquiries about the house, or any funny stories woven into a ten minute tale from her grandchildren. She’s alone, with her hands on her hips and her eyebrows raised.

Henry stands up straight. There’s nothing that can wipe the tremendously cheesy grin off of his face. He can’t even speak. Even after dessert had finished, you were the one who would be doing all the talking, the telling, the explaining.

“Mum-”

“Henry. She’s not ill. and i know you’re sensible enough to not be up the whole night with your wife...at least under my roof. So…?”

He looks over at your peaceful form, and then scratches his neck, blushing at being caught out, but also ecstatic that he can finally say something about it.

“She’s eleven weeks. We’re expecting a baby next summer”

With that, his mother almost leaps with joy over to her son, who she hugs closely despite the obvious height barrier. 

“Oh i knew it, I knew it! I’m so happy for you Henry, for you both. I thought, ‘She normally loves that bread for starter’, hm? Oh my boy! A father!”

With her proclamation, Henry finds that he has tears in his eyes as he holds his Mother close, finally glad that it’s not just a little secret between the two of you - well, the two of you and Kal, who had already been a stellar protector and big brother.

“We had planned to tell everyone after dessert…we’ve known for nearly 2 months and it’s been killing me that I couldn’t say. We’ve had to be so careful-“ 

“Henry?” he hears your quiet voice from across the room, as Kal’s collar jingles. He turns to see you sitting up from your nap with Kal booping his nose at your stomach. You’re scratching at his head, thanking him for being such a wonderful boy, while looking up at the two Cavills.

It takes less than a second for you to realise what is happening in front of you. Your jaw drops and louder than your previous call, you exclaim, “Henry you told her?”

“She worked it out! Practically forced it out of me.” he grins, holding his hands up as his Mother pretends to smack his arm.

You stand, watching not to step on Kal or any stray Legos that your nephews have left strewn across the floor, and walk over to hug her. She’s been so caring and kind since you’ve joined the family all those years ago, and you know that she will be an incredible Grandma to your little one. 

Breaking apart from the hug, you find Henry pulling you to him carefully, letting you melt into his side. Kissing your forehead he asks, for your ears only, “Good sleep? No pains? Sickness?” He has a small crease of worry between his brows and you always do your best to soften that small tense area with regular updates and sweet kisses.

“Yeah i’m okay honey” you reassure him, patting your stomach, “this ones growing up a storm in there”. 

And they really are. Henry’s mother cannot believe she’s seeing it, and mostly can’t believe she missed it. You’re already showing, but a large loose sweater -probably one of Henry’s old ones that has since become yours - over your dress, has hidden a sizeable roundness to your stomach that you were excited to finally show.

“How did I miss this!” Your mother-in-law gasps, causing you to grin, and Henry’s chest to puff with utter pride and excitement.

“I know it’s bordering on having too much to eat, but we’ve been hiding it for a couple weeks now. Doctor thinks that baby’s gonna be big. Just like their daddy.” You explain, giving your stomach another gentle rub, surprised to find Henry’s hand there on it already.

If you’d thought Kal was protective, Henry was another thing altogether.

He’s still grinning as you kiss him, before you pull away to speak more to his mother about all the details, especially when you’ll be coming over to Jersey again. Kai follows you closely, making sure you’re staying safe. He’s known that there’s something up with his mama, there has been for weeks, especially with the way his master looks after you now.

Henry, deciding to be sneaky while the two women in his life are currently distracted chatting, takes another taste of the dessert you made, now set out on the kitchen. The worst part is, he thinks he’s got away with it.

He realises he doesn’t the second you smack his hand from the dessert.

“Strike two Mr Cavill! Step away from the pie.”

“And if I don’t?” he raises an eyebrow, watching your reactions as you hold a butter knife in your hand trying to look at least vaguely threatening - failing miserably. “Maybe i’ll strike out tonight, hm?” he continues with that wonderfully mischievous glint in his eye, taking cautious steps towards you. “You look even sweeter than your pie with this little bump here. Maybe I’ll have a taste later after all.” 

Henry’s mother had not been right in her assumptions, for under her roof, you and Henry were not sensible at all.

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please let me know what u think! i am v nervous to post but excited!!!

[alreadyblondenow]

Who Kissed Me?

▸ Jeno x reader x Mark ▸ 1k words ▸ Fluff, HEAVY Suggestive themes, cute sized angst? ▸ a lot of kissing, lip biting, mentions of sex, oral (female receiving), cheating?, mentions of weed, mentions of alcohol, mark lee getting drunk, blindfolds

The night is always wild whenever Haechan is the host of your monthly gets together. Booze, weed, a lot of games are always involved at nights like this. A simple get together with your childhood friends, your ex included. Mark Lee. Looking handsome as always. College made him buff, mature, and somehow different. The awkwardness between you two hasn’t died down even though it’s been six months since you two broke up.

“Did you two talked already?” Renjun asked you as he hands you a red cup and go sit with the others.

“Nope” you answered shortly.

“You know that he didn’t mean it, right?”

“But the fact that he kissed the girl while I was in the area.... for a dare. Hurt me”

Everyone was screaming and cheering for Mark to kiss the girl for ten seconds. He was red but not because he was shy but because he’s been drinking ever since he stepped foot on Haechan’s house. Mark didn’t want to do it. Well, simply because he loves you and for sure you will not approve of it even though it’s just a stupid dare.

“It’s just a stupid dare!” Jeno exclaims, “Y/n is busy taking care of her best friend, she will not know. Get it over with!” Jeno pushed Mark a little too hard, making him bump into the girl he’s about to kiss. She was drunk too, but she knew that Mark Lee is about to kiss her. Who would pass on that chance?

Mark holds on to her face with both hands and kisses her. He listens to the countdown of the people watching him, the music was slowly fading, and.... he was liking the kiss. He liked it so much that Jeno needed to push him away from the girl and inform him that the ten seconds were over and they were kissing for almost half a minute.

He was smiling and blushing, drinking more beer as Jeno hands him another cup. And out of nowhere, while he was enjoying his drunken state, you slapped him so hard on the face that he became sober.

The next thing he knew you were breaking up with him.

Renjun shook his head. Still trying to convince you that Mark didn’t mean any of it but it doesn’t matter now. You love him still but it’s time to move forward. While you and Renjun catch up some more, Haechan initiated to play seven minutes of heaven with a blindfold.

The rule was simple. When the bottle points at you, you go in with a blindfold and the people left outside the closet will spin the bottle again and the next person the bottle picks, will get in the closet.

No talking. Just kissing. It’s a test of friendship and secrecy, Haechan says. No one should tell the person with the blindfold who came in the closet with them.

As you secure the blindfold and keep your head down, you wait for the person who’s supposed to kiss you. If it’s going to be Renjun, he will admit it by the end of the night and you two will laugh it all out. The closet door suddenly opened and you don’t know why you’re nervous as hell. The person who came in did not waste his time kissing you. It was heart-stopping. Slow and sweet. You feel his smile in between kisses and his hand secures your head as he takes in control. The way he kissed you was like he’s been planning to do this all along. Like a steady wish that came true because of seven minutes in heaven.

You asked for air before continuing, holding up your hand as you try and catch your breath. What he did to your hand was something so sweet that you want to remove the blindfold immediately. He intertwined his fingers with yours and continued to kiss you. This time, it wasn’t as sweet as the first few minutes. This kiss was hungrier. There's lip biting and tongue involved. You tried to tug the blindfold but he stopped you with quick hands. But not quick enough for him to stop you from seeing his hair color. All you see is black hair.

The kiss continued until the alarm rang. He boops your nose and left one last kiss at the back of your hand before he leaves.

It made you weak.

When the guy who just kissed you finally settled down, you hear Haechan calling your name and told you to remove your blindfold. He opens the closet door with a big smile. Teasing but you don’t know what it's for. As soon as you sit on the floor, you look around and check who has black hair.

None.

Maybe it was brown? Mark and Jeno have brown hair. You will not forgive yourself if it was Mark who just kissed you. But if it happens to be Mark, you could have sensed it and recognize his lips. But you didn’t. So that leaves you to Jeno.

After that night you can’t stop thinking about the kiss. Every night before you sleep, you try to remember what you felt every second of the kiss. You caught yourself smiling whenever you remember how he boops your nose and kissed your hand. Oh how you wish you can ask around about the truth. But that will ruin trust.

As you think about the kiss again over hot chocolate and Christmas cookies, your phone dings two times and you wonder who it might be.

Mark: Can we talk?

Jeno: Are you home?

For some weird reason, you’re most excited to respond to Jeno’s message. You strongly believe that it was him who kissed you and that maybe he’s texting you right now because he’s finally making a move. As soon as you replied to Jeno’s message, you found him at your doorstep, freezing with a red box in his hand. He spends Christmas with you and your family because his family has worked over the holidays and he was sadly alone at home. You didn’t want him to get sad on Christmas day.

When you two are finally alone in your room, laying comfortably in bed and just staring at the ceiling, Jeno reached for your hand and intertwined his fingers with yours. It really is him. You jumped on your bed and went on top of Jeno without second thoughts. Kissed him softly, hungrily, and desperately until one thing led to another, you two had quiet sex.

You spend the remaining holidays together, posting pictures almost every day, and letting the world know that you two are happy with each other. You go ice skating, watching movies together, have great sex, and intense amount of kissing that your lips are swollen every day. It was a great plot twist. You never thought that you and Jeno will be in love.

Until one night, Mark went to your house wearing a very thick jacket and letting himself freeze under the weather. “How can you love Jeno? Why him Y/n, we still have things to work on-“

“We are done, Mark. I’m happy with Jeno. Please leave us be” you begged.

“You were happy when I kissed you. You were happy when we kissed just a few weeks from now” he blurted out. Finally telling you the truth about the seven minutes in heaven. Of course, you didn’t believe him, it was Jeno you told him. And Mark is just using the kiss to steal you. But is he really lying?

He went closer to you. Boops your nose and kissed the back of your hand. “It wasn’t Jeno. It was me. Stop lying to yourself Y/n, were still in love with each other” he says. Mark left a soft kiss on your forehead before he leaves you with your own thoughts. He can only pray that you choose him over Jeno.

After what happened, you confronted Jeno about the talk you and Mark had.

“I planned it all along. Pushed Mark to that girl but kissing her more than ten seconds was his fault, not mine. I didn’t know you were going to break up with him. Then I shoot my shot, made you fall in love with me” He didn’t lie. He told you the truth, thankfully. You wanted to get mad but everything is overwhelming that being mad right now will not make the situation any better. “I thought I was winning you fair and square. I didn’t know that you’re dating me because you thought I was the one who went into the closet with you- I’m sorry but it’s not me. It’s Mark”

You feel stupid and confused. Jeno is a great man but you still have feelings for Mark.

“Go back to Mark” he bravely said.

“I’m sorry Jeno” it was so hard for Jeno to take your decision but he respects you and this is how he can show his love to you for the last time.

When you and Mark finally talked it through and forgive each other, you thought that it will be a crazy idea once you let him inside your life again. But no. You loved each other way deeper this time. You didn’t expect it either but Mark worked his ass off to earn your trust again which leads you to fall for his charms for the second time around.

On the next Christmas, you and Mark celebrated your anniversary that day.

“Oh my go- baby-“ you were out of breath and gasping for air while your boyfriend continues to eat you on the edge of the bed. Pushing him away while muffling your moans, careful not to let your parents hear you.

“Okay okay. Promise I’ll stop” he says and helps you wear your damped panties again while you’re still on the edge of the bed ready to fall. “Happy anniversary” he kissed you oh so sweetly, tasting a bit of yourself but you don’t care anymore. He boops your nose and kissed the back of your hand before he gave you a warm hug that made you two fall on the floor and bump your heads.

"Want to kiss inside your closet? This time there will be no alarm, no blindfold, just you and me" Mark offers.

"Depends if you promise never to kiss a girl behind my back again?"

"I was drunk- but okay, yes. I promise."

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