#love u bean 💓

[starjxsung]

Star! My love!!! first off, I'm so sorry to hear about the sa you endured - my heart literally broke when I read your post and I literally can't describe how f-ing enraged and crushed I feel for you. I am here always <333 take all the time you need <333 I've missed you SO MUCH!! I am on summer break now hehehe getting to see friends and all that which is SO nice also this past week i worked 37 hours at my speech arts studio and staged managed a whole friken gala/fancy show/event for end of year and IT WENT SO WELL BUT GOD WAS IT STRESSFUL South Africa was AN EXPERIENCE - so many animals (fulfilling my nerd dreams) - like literally once in a life time experience, data collection was SO COOL, made some good friends, some enemies, hooked up with a guy/classmate (after becoming good friends on the trip) and then today was his bday (he's 7 years older than me... but GOD am I into him and hes such a great guy but also so not the type of guy people expect for me be with hes kinda got a bad boy image and like omg i have such a good girl image and so when i showed people and told people about him ... they were all like "girl???" but issok idc i know him and they dont so lol :> idk what we are but like we vibin) and we went to the aquarium together and nerded out about animals for five hours... GOD South Africa was a time!!! I love you so much (and I love the new nicknames - lil sprout??? lol bean??? 🥺🥺🥺) please take care ily ily <333 🌱

MY SPROUT ANGEL BABY I’VE MISSED YOUUUU 🫂💘💝💞💓🫶 thank you so so much for your kind words I’m cryinggggg I do not deserve you 🥹💝 I’m doing better and taking it day by day but it sucks that people are so shitty and leaving my apartment has become such a dangerous task these days. Like I just want to walk and get an iced coffee is that so much to ask :/

ANYWAYS IM SOOOO GLAD IT’S SUMMER BREAK FOR YOU RAHHHH THAT’S SO EXCITINGGGG also 37?? Hours??? HELLO. A WORKING QUEEN WE LOVE TO SEE ITTTTTTTT I hope it went so well!!!! That sounds so stressful but YOU DID ITTTT RAHHHH EVERYONE CHEERED

NO WAY YOU HOOKED UP W A GUY IN SOUTH AFRICA HELLOOOOOOOOO GIVE ME ALL THE DETAILS……… I live for ur travel stories™️ AND ur hookup stories™️……… as long as he’s nice!!!! And treats you well!!!! That’s what matters!!!!! And he nerds out about animals w you that’s like. +1000000 aura (I love a good animal geek)

I’M SOOOOO GLAD SOUTH AFRICA WAS SO GOOD TO U I LOVE YOU SOOOOOOO BAD UGH I was wondering how your trip was like I’d randomly be reminded that you were in South Africa and I was like 😦😦😦😦 HEKELFPFKDKDKKRRK you guys think I’m lying when I say I live vicariously through you. I MEAN IT……

Anyways I love you my lil bean my lil sprout my ANGEL and loml!!!! I love you!!!!!! Endlessly!!!! Keep being the coolest person alive and enjoy your summer to the fullest (so I can hear all about it) I LOVE UUUUUU 🌱💓💞💘💝🫶

[sungbeam]

Omg happy birthday Beamie!! I hope you have an amazing day, an amazing month, and an even more amazing rest of the year!! I hope you get showered with gifts and love 🎁🥳💖💞💕💓💗

user floatingpluto u precious bean :')) thank u sm !!! 💖💖💖 kissing ur forehead rn

[taintedcigs]

Hi Emmy-Bean🫛💓, - Congratulations on 1K!! I’m so happy for you and also proud of you!! Being mutuals & friends with you is a joy!! On to my actual ask 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍' 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍'

(MCU or ST : I love both)

I am a veteran babysitter, a very big lover of music, podcasts and niche radio shows. I particularly enjoy mystery/detective dramas from the 50’s/60’s. I am a collector- Pins, stuffed animals, jewelry, figurines - you name it at one point I’ve probably collected it at some point. My ultimate goal is to be a 4th grade teacher! Added fun facts - I can tie a cherry stem with my tongue, I know how to make a fire without matches/a lighter

HELLO HELLOO LOTTIEBEE!!! 💗🧸 i am so very sorry about how delayed i am with this, i am giving u permission to boink me on my head </3

okkaayyy i am probably very very biased, but idc. but i can definitely see you with steve. first of all, i feel like he would be so obsessed w ur collections, he would find it sooo fascinating, even tho he would try to be nonchalant about it, and i feel like he would get you a new pin, or a stuffed animal, or jewelry and anything you need to add to your collection, like that boy would get you something new everyyy fucking day until he was sure you had enough of them (which would be never he would love spoiling you forever). OMGMOOMGOMGOM maybe its just me but steve x elementary school teacher is such a ship i can get behind on, like he would be so happy that you could get along w kids bc it would make his heart MELT, and bc that would mean you could get along w his six nuggets (aka mike, dustin, lucas, erica, max, and robin and yes this is who i think steve meant by steve six nuggets argue w the wall!!!) and holy shit, i think steve would actually pass out if you told him you could tie a cherry stem with your tongue, idk why, i feel like he would think it is the hottest thing ever and i imagine this scene as his exact reaction, that boy is whiiippppeeed.

bonus ++ i CAN definitelly see you with bucky barnes and i feel like he would be so interested in the 50s-60s mystery/detective shows you watch, he would be trying to guess who killed who and who stole what and all of that, the two of you getting into debates and then at the end none of u was right😭😭 also i feel like he would be so interested in 50s-60s stuff considering he was frozen at those decades and i feel like it would be a new little interest of his that the two of you shared and he would probably make date nights where the two of you spent the night cooking, making snacks and binge-watching the shows while writing down ur guesses to see who was righttt <333

[jinyoungtual]

heyyy wifey!!! i have news so i’ve been super busy this weekend because my mom came down to my apartment and surprised me and my sister with a puppy!!! her name is penny and she’s the sweetest, most playful thing in the world 😭😭 but how have you been??

MIMIIIII HOW ARE U LOML 💓💖💕💗💞💗 OMG OMG OMG ARE YOU SERIOUS AAAHHHHHHHHH LOOK AT HERRSFDFGJG HIIII PENNY I LOVE U SOSOSOSO MUCH ALREADY YOU'RE THE SMALLEST BEAN EVER 😭😭💓💖💕💞💗💓 SHE'S THE PRETTIEST PUPPY OMG LOOK AT HER FLUFFY EARS AND HER CUTECUTE PAWS I'LL CRY 🤧 WHEN CAN I COME OVER TO COVER HER IN KISSES AND HOLDING HER FOREVER? <3333

[gena-rowlands]

oh my goodness!! happy birthday, b(j)ean! i hope you have the most fantastic day. sending lots of love 💖

thank u claire bean!!! 💓💓💓

[saaraahka]

Stop calling yourself a failure or I will beat your ass!!!! *want to literally dump out buckets of love over you* Feel fucking loved you silly girl!!! 💋💋💕💞💖💝💘💌❣️💟💋💋💋

Anon u the sweetest sweetest bean 💓

I just dont understand what to do.

[pasteldollesque]

pumpkin, petal, cupcake and my love for the nickname asks❣

pumpkin - what’s your favourite weather and why?

it's either rain storms for when I'm in bed and all cozy, when I can stay home and drink a hot drink wrapped up in a warm blanket, or a cool sunny day :) like u can wear a thin jacket or a warm sweater and maybe it's just a little too warm in the sun. I just really miss the sun after this extremely dull winter

petal - what’s your favourite smell or perfume?

I really like the smell of coffee beans and fresh laundry :)

cupcake - if you’re treating yourself, what do you do?

I buy myself some fancy snacks or sweet drinks I usually don't have, or buy myself nice little nicknacks I've been wanting for a while

my love - what would your dream home be like?

a little house near a field, ideally near some sort of water, nature all around with a big willow tree in the garden. and lots of windows so there can be tons of light coming in!! a few cozy rooms, nothing too big. with a pet and somebody lovely to come home to :)

thank u so much for the sweet asks luv 💓💕!!

[sungtaro]

happy valentines day erin!!!! i hope you've had an extra special love-filled day! 💞💓💖💕

[💙🖤🩶] for the ask game 😚

thank u katkat ! i did have a nice day hehe i can't see the last emoji u sent for some reason so i'll just answer the first 2 🥲

💙 [blue] something that brings me peace looking up to a night sky FULL of gorgeous stars ... always reminds me to exhale, and remember i'm but a small little jelly bean in the grand big ol' universe

🖤 [black] a song i love i'm sooooo newly obsessed w agit by purple kiss pls stream if u love 2010s pop bangers

[whereismyhat5678]

EHEHE NOW I GOTTA DO THIS!!!

(And thank you so much that means a lot to me!! 🥲💗💞💓)

@noodletime You are so funny and sweet and I LOVE YOUR POSTS and EVEYLN OMG EVEYLN- not to mention you’re so creative and your art so silly and cute- I LOVE SEEING YOU POP UP ON MY FEED and you’re just genuinely SO AWESOME I LOVE YA’ 🫶🫶 (platonically 💖💖)

@moon9931 WHERE DO I BEGIN. YOU’RE SO SWEET AND YOUR ART IS SO FUCKING ADORABLE AND GRAAAAAAAAAAGGHH YOUR SO AWESOME AND CUTE (makes me wanna hug ya’💕💕) AND EVERY TIME YOU DRAW ME I SQUEAL IN EXCITEMENT I JUST- FRAAAAAAAA- YOU DESERVE THE WORLD 🌎💞🫶✨

@ijusthavefun YOU. WHEN I SEE YOUR ART I GO:

💥💥💥

YOU ART IS SO COOL AND YOU’RE SO COOL AND GRUUUUHHH I HOPE YOUR DOING AMAZING MY GUY YOUR THE COOLEST FRIKIN’ DUDE I’VE MET ON HERE AND I HOPE YOU KNOW YOUR ART IS BOMB LIKE HOLY SHIT THE COLORS ARE EYE CANDY AND I EAT 👏 IT 👏 UP 👏

YES‼️‼️

@marclef I LOVE SEEING YOUR ART AND THE TAGS YOU LEAVE ARE LIKE 💗💗💗💗💗💗 YOU’RE THE BEST CARTOONIST I’VE SEEN you’re art is just SO CARTOONY and it makes me INCREDIBLY HAPPY 💥💓💥💓💥💓💥 You feel my empty heart that needs more silliness in life YOU’RE SO AMAZING 🫶🫶🫶

@linhfoxmoive I hope you’re doing okay since I haven’t seen you much on here 🥲 but I’M INCLUDING YOU SINCE YOU’RE INCREDIBLE. Your art AGAIN is SO CUTE AND YOU DESERVE IT‼️‼️‼️ We love ya’ dude 🫶💕💞 (platonically 😌)

(I’m so sorry my fingers fucking hurt 💀 Since I couldn’t fit all my mutuals on here just know that I love you very much (/plat) and that you’re art style is also incredibly awesome 💖💖 I’m hugging y’all to death have an amazing day and thank you @margarita-the-pizzeria-worker for including me in this- *INHALE* YOU’RE VERY AWESOME AND I LUV U BYE! 💓💕💗💖🫶👋)

You! yes you! You have encountered the silly goose and now you must reblog and complement a mutual today :3 or! Make sure to take good care of yourself too! Drink some water and go eat yah silly!

Have a good day!

My mutual complement goes to @george228732

I hope you are doing well today and that you have a better day if today wasn't your day I know a even better day will come down the road :)

[kpophubb]

Enhypen x reader ♡

Hyung line reacting to their s/o accidentally getting pregnant:~

Genre: fluff, crack, established relationship <3

Scenario: a lil timeskip to 4/5 years later when hyung line members are in their early 20s bc now they ARE babies haha :p

Lee Heeseung:

H e e f u s e d at first when you give him the news that you’ve gotten accidentally pregnant

You were crying when the results came positive because you were scared he wouldn’t want the baby as he is not ready yet and has a career to handle

Looking at his blank confused expression, you were panicking even more, your fears getting the better of you

You weren’t expecting how HAPPILY HE WOULD GIGGLE, with hands on his mouth, unable to swallow this joyous news 🥺💓

“Omg baby how long has it been?” “Is it a boy or a girl?” “I want a boy we will play together!!” “Okay NOO a princess like you omggg y/niee “😭😭- boy just won’t shut up and flood you with questions until you kiss him to shut him up. He only calms down after that ;)

Can’t control his excitement and immediately calls up his family and all the members to give them the happy news. Aww he legit looks like a over excited kid when he gets a new toy! “You won’t believe it IM GONNA BE A FATHER!😳”

Suddenly becomes the responsible type and prepares himself mentally to become a good father and look after you both carefully. He’s very serious when it comes to you two🥺

searches online about parenting and about the pros and cons of pregnancy so he can take care of your cravings and uneasiness at all times carefully

texts you from time to time to check if you’re okay or need sth. If you even reply late, he’s gonna leave everything and immediately come with ice cream to check up on you because he’s SO WORRIED about his two princesses.

will stay up all night to take care of you if you have even the slightest inconvenience and will cook you ramen and massage your back with his gentle hands

Hee will fill you with words of encouragement 24/7 and remind you you’re doing a great job! “Fighting baby😤!!” “I’m always here with you🥺”

Is confident he’s gonna be a good father because he’s good at handling people and is gonna be calm and sincere when it comes to taking care of a pregnant you

Will gently pat your baby bump every night and talk to your baby about all sorts of things “be a good girl and love mommy a lot.” “I hope you grow up to be selfless and sensible “ “daddy loves you the most” and all the cute stuffs

Heeseung will always sing you lullaby as he pats your head and puts you to sleep in this comforting way. Imagine being cooed up in his arms while listening to a sweet song by his angelic voice! T.T

He’s gonna have the brightest smile painted on his face 24/7 even when you’re not infront of him because he’s ecstatic about starting a family with you. He’s TOO OVERWHELMED

Might cry legit happy tears when he’s holding your new born baby bean, it’s the most incredible and heart wavering memory for him. <3

Park jay :

Freezes in position when you first tell him about the news because he didn’t see it coming. But afterwards you will see him looking at you with the most beautiful smile (like in the gif) and ask you so politely “like for real?😳”

He’s so overjoyed at the news but at the same time, very nervous on the inside because he doesn’t have much preparation or knowledge about parenting. Don’t worry, he won’t let it show on the outside and act all cool as he doesn’t want you to panic or fret over it 🥺

Will carefully plan a food diet and daily routine for you including all the things that you might need to do in order to remain healthy and give birth to a healthy child. S U P E R thoughtful and caring!

He will look up online about pregnancy so he can cater to your needs BEFORE YOU ASK FOR IT. Wants to be there for you and make you feel like you’re not alone!!

Gives a lot of effort and always overthinks if he’s being a good dad. Even at work or when he’s in the studio, he will think about you, what you’re doing and if you’re okay. Will smile at the end of the day thinking about how cute you are 🥺

GOES BABY CLOTHES SHOPPING!! (This is a M U S T ) picks up so many baby clothes, bc being a fashionista he wants his baby to be very f a s h i o n a b l e ✨ (rock chic part 2)

Thinks you are extra adorable with your baby bump 🥺 will admire you endlessly when he’s watching you from the corner of the room

Will always watch over you and scold you if you’re not properly following the pregnancy guidelines your dr gave you and jay prepared with his own hands for double safety

He Will check your position when you’re sleeping and wake up from sleep PANICKING whether you’re sleeping with your tummy downwards (scared baby will be injured )

Cooks for you. Your favourite meals 🥺 will also low-key spoil you <3

Will make you do light exercises to help the baby and your pregnancy pain

Filling the baby with random knowledge about various subjects bc he’s a walking encyclopaedia and wants baby to be smart✌🏻

Will also talk to the baby every day🥺 (talkative cute jay being himself) however, this time HIS EYES WILL BE LEGIT SPARKLING with happiness

Buys picture books and reads them out to a pregnant you every night to help you and baby sleep 😚

Jay will kiss your hands and offer you reassurance as he intertwines your fingers together, giving you moral support and mental comfort <3

Very emotional🥺 he will have an emotional breakdown when the baby’s born and get all sentimental thinking about having a future with you!

Jay will definitely be the COOLEST father on earth 😎

Sim Jaeyun:

It’s like you tell him first in a nonchalant way that your period has stopped for the last 2 months and brush it away by thinking it was due to stress and poor diet. But this boy is SOO EXCITED and expecting pregnancy that he BUGS you to take a test. You can low-key see the stars in his eyes from happiness.

So when your test says positive and you recheck your condition with a doctor, Jake literally falls to the ground from extreme happiness!! “Oh my gawwssh it’s true😭😱🥺 *him being his dramatic usual self * (hehe we all love him for being so extra)

The MOST excited one among all the members to actually become a father. It was just not the excitement from having a baby, but also the magical feeling of starting a family, a brand new chapter with the girl he loves the most♡︎

Jake is a VERY clingy person that goes without saying so you can expect him to cling to your tummy whenever he gets a chance to (without hurting you). He’s gonna shower your belly with endless kisses 🥺

You will find this angel frequently praying to god for blessing him with first you and then his baby angel. He’s just too pure and thankful.

I get this feeling he’s also gonna tell layla about your pregnancy from overwhelming excitement🤪 like squish layla and be like “laylaa I’m gonna be a dad 😭✌🏻” until he realizes poor girl is suffocating!! 😆

He will talk to the baby about his daily life, what he did in his day and go on hours and hours talking about how much he loves him/her and you.

Jake is gonna feel the urge to work harder for your sake and be a good dad. He wants to make the baby proud to have a dad like him. :’)

Takes videos and photos of you every month to document the memory. “Omg your baby bump got bigger, my baby is growing.” “Do u feel the kicking yet??”

Becomes clumsier than usual while trying to do things for you and taking care of you. You can expect to hear a lot of noises from him dropping utensils in the kitchen when doing the dishes hehe

He’s not even a human, he’s an angel. You can expect to wake up and see Jake falling asleep in the chair next to you while holding your hands. He came home from work late and watched over you the whole night before finally falling asleep at dawn.

Will always feed you your meals with his own hands

He’s gonna teach your baby a lot of different things. I low-key get the feeling the first thing he will teach is English grammar (we’re all accustomed to grammar police jake XD)

Gets impatient for the baby to be born :( he’s gonna be so excited and go nuts to hold the baby already!!

Decides on baby names the moment he hears about pregnancy!

Panics and stresses a lot on the inside. He wants to be the best father in the whole world and make sure you have a safe baby delivery

Kisses your forehead, pats your head and kisses the top of your head to thank you for making him the father of such a beautiful angel. Reminds you you’re doing so great and is the best momma on earth!😚

Puts Too much effort before/ after baby is born. He wants to protect you two at all costs.

When your baby girl/boy is born, he will be in paralysis because it feels too good to be true to him. Jake will stand there for 10 minutes to process what he just witnessed before coming in to give you two the WARMEST HUG <3

His phone will be spammed with baby’s pictures. Gonna STORE all and every one of her/his memory.

Doting father 110/100 🥰

(Dear god, I wish for husband jake please😭😳)

Park sunghoon:

SUPER AWKWARD 😂 and SUPER CUTE 🥰

When you give him the news, his body will go all stiff and he will make a “😶” expression. It’s not that he won’t be happy, he will be so DELLIGHTED on the inside to be a father to your child 🥺 he’s just the most clueless about fatherhood.

First thing he’d do is brag about how HANDSOME baby is gonna be. “Damn, baby’s gonna be so handsome like daddy 😩🤩” “park sunghoon part 2 😏” and so on.

You might find him sulking in the corner sometimes and the reason? (Too cute) “please love me more than our baby😢” “I’m your more loved human”!! He really wants your love and is a lil upset that you’re not gonna give him enough attention when baby is born. He wants you to love BOTH OF THEM <3

Will try to be extroverted and express his feelings more for you. Even if it’s going against sunghoon’s natural character, he will try his best to always tell you that he loves you and show you how much he cares for you and how overjoyed he is to be able to start a family with you. Mind you, you’re gonna get very RANDOM confessions, but words that will melt your heart for sure <3

Plays with teddy bear (like in the gif) with a pregnant you because he thinks your baby is gonna enjoy it! “Whaaat, stop laughing at me!! I’m just trying to be friendly with baby *pouts*” (park sunghoon doing dumb things in love as usual awweh)

Cracks lame jokes to make you and baby laugh because he wants you both to be happy and smiling all the time :’) you both are like the two chambers of his damn heart

Secretly can’t wait to see the baby! Checks his calendar every day and hopes the day arrives soon when the lil bean is infront of him T.T. He will try not to be evident infront of you, but he won’t be able to hide his excitement that’s for sure

Heart attacks every now and then whenever you say your stomach hurts. He panics a lot and doesn’t know what to do, though he manages to handle the situation somehow and make you feel comforted

Will take care of u always! Sunghoon is gonna kiss you so much in your sleep and also your tummy. He feels flustered to do it when you’re awake but just pretend to be asleep and you will hear a shy sunghoon patting your tummy and saying “I can’t wait till you’re born. I love you so much already” in tiny

Thinks you’re extra cute when you’re pregnant! “Aaaah my fatty girl!!” “Look at the ballooooooooon stuck to your tummy” and laugh at you to make fun of you. Expect smooth pecks on your lips from him if you ever get pissed of because of his teasing! ;)

Caters to your needs 24/7 and asks the members esp Jake for support! He asks for advices on how he can be more loving and be a good dad and partner.

Will ask himself repeatedly if he’s being a good father or not, self doubts and more efforts will be invested to be worthy of you both! (He’s already worthy of you two but he loves you so much so sometimes he’s insecure)

Will cry when the baby will be born (part 2) sunghoon doesn’t normally cry but he can’t hold his happiness in, I swear. The moment’s too magical for him and too much to bear.

Will always make time to play with the baby when he/ she is born! Sunghoon will leave work early to come home with donuts and desserts in his hands to play with your child 🥰

Over protective loving dad! Goes without saying!the biggest fan of you both! Proud life partner and daddy! ♡︎

The End

[kitty-c4t]

Then: Aw they’re so sweet and their art is soft. Good lil bean.

Now: oh actually they’re a lil gremlin /pos. Art is soft but now includes 10000 more eyes and teeth. Shows affection by biting/eating. Likes head pats, deserves all the pats. Very loved by everyone, irreplaceable part of the community. :3c -SR

U SAID H3AD PATS????? I WANNA WANNA WANNA

Also🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺💖💖💖💖🤠💗💗💓💗💗💗💓🌻🌻💕💕💕

[softsnzstuff]

Hii.. this is similar to the one you wrote where Steve was sick in streamcon but like this time reverse it like. Eddie sitting at the back for mutual support while Steve meets his fans. Eddie is like coming down with something sneezing a lot from the back. Steve's fans bless him .Steve looks back at his boyfriend. Constantly checking on him and stuff. Hope u like this 💓

I love this! 💗

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Steve was sitting at a long table signing autographs, his handler passing down photos, toys, or gaming consoles for the attendees. Each item had a sticky note with the person’s name written on it.

It was Day 2 of this specific Gaming convention. Eddie didn’t do too much gaming on his streams, but he was Steve’s plus one for moral support.

The older of the two had been coming down with something since they’d arrived, mainly sitting quietly in the back sipping tea or something. Today though, his nose was ticklish and irritated. Steve had requested a. Signing room with a small bean bag in the corner, where Eddie was lounging with a box of tissues.

“H’NGKtchew! Ixxt’chEW! Tsschew!”

“Bless you.” Steve turned around in his seat before turning his attention back to the shirt he was signing for Danny, a younger boy dressed as his character.

“Thanks.” Eddie mumbled, pulling a tissue to blow his nose.

Steve was endlessly impressed by the art and thoughtful gifts that his fans were giving him as he was signing. Every now and then he’d turn around to show Eddie - once even throwing a plush among us toy at him.

“Heh’isshiEW!”

“Bless you, Eddie!” Said a woman in her mid 20’s, currently gushing to Steve about how much she appreciated his streams.

“Tha’gks, love.” He called back, taking a sip of his tea.

The woman leaned in to Steve and whispered, “Is he okay?”, clearly concerned.

“Yeah, he’s got a cold though.” Steve smiled at her caring intent, earning a couple of ‘awww’s from other fans in line.

Steve turned around, watching his boyfriend struggle through another buildup, “Hey Eds! They’re worried about you. You okay?”

“HEITSSCH! H’AKT’chiEW! snrFF ughhh.”

Face still buried in the crook of his elbow, he held a thumbs up over his head so they could all see it.

“Awww take him home Steve. Poor guy…”

Steve laughed, “I’ll tell you, HE insisted on being here instead of staying at the hotel like I suggested.”

Eddie got up from the beanbag and draped himself over Steve, “What ki’d of ru’bors are you spreadi’g about mbe?” He joked.

“Just telling them how stubborn you are sometimes.” Steve turned to smile at Eddie and kissed the top of his head. “You sure you don’t want to go lie down at the hotel? You can order some soup.”

“Mmmmmm” he hummed in thought for a minute and then quickly turned, stumbling away from the table, “HK’tschIEW! Fuck. Yeah okay. Mbaybe you’re right.”

Eddie sniffled as he grabbed his water bottle and phone, Steve grabbing his hand from the table, “I’ll be back soon yeah?”

“M’kay.” Eddie smiled at Steve and then saluted at the fans in line before ducking out of the curtain behind Steve to head back to the hotel.

The fans were whispering amongst themselves. “On three.” One girl said, “One-two-THREE!”

“FEEL BETTER EDDIE!”

The man in question poked his head back in through the curtain, blowing a quick kiss to the fans before disappearing once again.

[taintedcigs]

Emmy-bean!! 💓! I love your new layout! Its so pretty (also Hi I hope you are having a good day!)

hiii angel!! thank u sm im so glad u like it <33 mehh its an okay day! just have so many papers and finals to study for! how is ur day going?

[buggaberry]

AAAAAAAA THANK U AMBRE I LOVE IT IT'S SO PRECIOUS AND PRETTY WAAAHHH 💖

Merry Christmas Zoya ! @pawsomelybuggy TuT it’s from the secret Santa on the APS server ✨

Merry late Christmas everyone ❤️( I forgot to post a lot of drawings lol)

[danniburgh]

All my Christmases (Marcus Moreno x f!reader) Christmas #3

3: I've got my love to keep me warm.

Pairing: Marcus Moreno x f!reader

Summary: Twenty-five years, three Christmases, two people. It all ended with the one who was there first and never really left.

Word count: +6.6k

Warnings: slight mentions of death, mentions of injuries and fear, food, a tween being a tween, a little angst bc why not, everyone hates marcus moreno, smut, sex in a kitchen.

A/N: and now, for the last time, we jump to 2021, this is the last part of this little christmas fic i wrote on a daze, thanks to everyone who read this, merry christmas! happy holidays! the whole deal, i love u! ♥

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You checked your wrist watch again while you stirred the small pot of fruit punch you had helped Anita put together; it was already late and Marcus hadn’t arrived yet.

“The clock is not going any faster if you stare at it, mi niña.” Anita muttered behind you, you turned to look at her with a resigned smile as she lifted the lid off the big pot you two had filled with tamales –some of turkey, some of chicken and some others of beans– for steaming and let the vapor get out.

“He’s late.” you replied, your mother in law walked to you and stood in front of you, one hand on her waist over the checkered apron she had on and the other stretched towards you.

“I know,” she said, you took her hand and she gripped it, “just like his papá.” she gave you a sympathetic smile and you let out in a sigh all the air of your lungs.

“How did you do it?” you asked, “I can’t get used to it.” you shrunk your nose, Anita’s smile widened and she dropped your hand, moving to take the ladle from your hand and stirring the fruit punch herself.

“I really don’t know,” she shrugged, “I had Marcus there, he took all my time,” you gave her a knowing smile, “you have Missy now, you’re not alone.”

“I know,” you rushed to said, turning towards the big living room where Missy was sitting watching some lifetime christmas movie, the two of you had had quite an argument before riding from the house you had been living in for the past year with Marcus and her to her abuela’s house, Missy wanted to wait for Marcus even when he had told the two of you to go by yourselves if he didn’t come home by two. She might’ve saved the world from an alien invasion, –even if it was staged, she had done her part– became an official heroic in training, but she was still twelve years old, and entering teenagehood was hard and not at all kind, which made her moody and snappy at everyone, “I still feel like it sometimes.”

“Well,” Anita muttered, turning around and looking at her only grandchild, “we didn’t know he would go back to the team,” she shrugged again, you looked at her with a nostalgic smile, “or that she would become part of it so young, that I understand.”

“I know you do, Anita,” you tried to give her a reassuring smile, instead, she gave it to you, “thank you.”

“Me?” she waved you off, shaking her head, “I’m just saying what I know, niña.”

Your phone beeped, you gasped and turned to the counter to take it; it was another text from Marcus, and like the previous seven he had sent, it only had the word complicated written on it.

“Shit.” you whispered, blocking the phone and letting it fall back on the counter.

“Another hour?” Anita asked, not bothering to take her eyes off the punch.

“Another hour.” you replied.

“Well,” she said, turning off the stove and pointing at three red mugs decorated like a Santa Claus attire that sat next to you, you handed them to her, “let’s start eating.”

“Where’s dad?” Missy’s voice arrived in the kitchen before her, you sighed again, not wanting to argue for a second time in the day and turned around to start serving some tamales on a tray, “we can’t have dinner without him.”

“The mission got complicated.” Anita let out solemnly, as if Missy wouldn’t brush her words away and nag for some other explanation. Missy frowned at the reply she got.

“Why does he even have to be there?” she asked, putting her hands on her waist, just like Marcus would, “he’s the boss!”

“Right,” Anita said, handing Missy a steaming mug of punch, “he’s the leader, mija, he has to show the othe–”

“Stop it, grandma!” Missy snapped again, leaving the mug on the counter, you closed your eyes, already tired and already knowing what she would say, “that leading by example crap!”

“Missy!” you turned to look at her.

“It’s true! it’s not meant for Holidays!” she let out, her face contorted in anger, something you hadn’t seen in her since the first time you met her two years prior, “someone else can do it! why does he have to be fighting on christmas eve? this is bullcrap!”

“Stop it,” you kept yourself from yelling, you left the half-filled tray on the counter and walked past Anita, who was standing in front of Missy, just looking at her. “I know it’s now fair, Missy, I know.”

“You don’t!” she snapped again, folding her arms on her chest.

“I do, and you have to stop talking to us like that,” you felt yourself shaking, everything around you was happening so fast and you didn’t know if you were doing good by trying to correct her, “you being angry is not gonna bring your dad home earlier.”

“I’m not eating without him.” she let out, dropping her eyes to the floor.

“Then don’t,” you shrugged, trying to regulate your breathing, that had become shaky, “you don’t wanna eat then don’t eat, you’ll eat when you’re hungry, but stop talking to your grandma like that, it’s not doing any good.”

“What do you know?” she whispered, her frown deep and her mouth curled back.

“Trust me, Missy,” you let out, feeling a treacherous knot settle right in the middle of your throat, “I too want your dad to be here, but he can’t, and that’s it, now either settle down or go be angry somewhere else.”

“Stop talking to me like that!” she pressed, looking at you with her brown eyes lit in something you didn’t even want to recognize, “grandma tell her to stop talking to me like that! she’s not my mom!”

“That’s enough.” Anita said, finally stepping in the middle of the two of you while you looked at Missy and Missy looked at Anita. You felt that knot in your throat snap and you covered your mouth to stop your lower lip from trembling.

“I know,” you whispered against your hand, your sight getting blurred by the emerging of tears that filled your eyes, Missy looked at you and that anger flattered a bit in her eyes, “I never said I was.”

“I–” Missy opened her mouth, you shook your head and turned around to resume your serving task.

“That’s enough, Missy.” Anita said, stepping to the side to block Missy’s view of you, you leaned on the counter, trying to keep your feelings inside because no one likes to cry at christmas.

“Grandma I–” Missy whispered.

“Set the table, please,” Anita told her, you heard Missy trying to say something else, “leave a place for your dad.”

“Yes.” Missy let out.

“Mi niña.” you heard Anita’s voice behind you, and then her hand on your shoulder; you turned around to face her and let out a broken sob as she hugged you.

“I don’t want her to hate me,” you let out, your voice was thin as a string and you felt her nod, “I don’t wanna be her.”

“I know, mi niña,” she whispered, soothing you with a hand on your back “and she knows too,” you sniffed and leaned back from her hug, grabbing a paper towel to dry your tears, “she just forgets because Mariela has been gone for so long.”

“I shouldn’t have said anything.” you whispered, Anita snorted next to you, finishing serving the last tamales on the tray.

“In that you’re wrong,” she told you, not looking at you, “you didn’t tell her anything she didn’t know already,” she shrugged, “sometimes people need to remind us.”

“Yeah,” you agreed, taking the tray on both hands, “but correcting her is Marcus’s job.”

Anita looked at you, a hard stare you had met in another time and another place and that Marcus had inherited too, and she narrowed her eyes after a moment of silence, telling you without telling you something you didn’t know how to read or react to.

“It’s becoming your job too.” she said simply, taking a bowl of salsa verde and another tray with buñuelos she had made earlier and walked towards the dining table.

___

“Put that phone down, niña,” Anita’s voice caught your attention from the head of the table, “we didn’t spend five hours making these for you to let them cool down on your plate.” she said, pointing at the three tamales you had grabbed.

“I know, sorry,” you whispered, leaving the phone on the edge of the table and taking your fork, “I’m just worried.”

“He’s fine,” Anita let out, “he’ll come when he does.”

“That’s not fair.” Missy grunted from her chair in front of you.

“No, it’s not,” her grandma said, “but we let him return to the field.” you and Missy snorted at the same time.

“Abue,” Missy looked at you and then at her, “we told him not to, but he still did.”

“Yeah,” you cleaned your mouth with a napkin, “after that alien thing? there was no way he’d return to the desk.”

“Well, I’m sure he kn–”

“He likes his swords too much.” Missy let out in a silent laugh, you looked at her as she gazed at you.

“Katanas.” you both said at the same time, Missy rolled her eyes.

“So old fashioned.” Missy grunted.

“Really the worst weapon.” you agreed.

“Never tell him that!” she pointed at you with her fork.

“And get him all crazy? no way.” you shook your head.

“Telling us about the history of those things.” Missy laughed.

“In the fifth century Japan.” you retorted.

“Niñas…” Anita interrupted. Missy and you turned to look at her, “at least he doesn’t run with them around the house,” she said, making Missy laugh, “he did when he was little.”

“That was the first thing he showed me,” you let out, “the first time I went to your house,” you looked at Anita, “he ran to his room, got his first pair of katanas and started explaining to me everything about them.”

“You didn’t tell me that!” Missy let out with a smile and widened eyes, you smiled at her and nodded, “he’s such a nerd.” she shook her head and you laughed.

___

You sat on the couch nursing a cup of hot chocolate –mexican, freshly made, as Anita made sure you knew– while Missy got the gifts from under the tree sorted and Anita finished cleaning the kitchen –alone, because she never let you help– it was almost midnight, and it was almost time to give out the christmas hugs and open the presents.

You kept checking your phone in case you had missed any texts from Marcus but he hadn’t sent any since the last one before dinner and you were starting to get actually worried; a hundred scenarios ran through your mind and flashbacks of the time you saw him on the news, back in action and getting swallowed by a swarm of odd-looking aliens were haunting your mind.

You trusted him, always, with everything in your life and with your life itself, but you couldn't just not worry about him; he had been out of the field for almost four years when he was forced back into it and only you were aware of the aftermath, even if it was a staged invasion meant to hand over the world or whatever it was; you had seen him get taken, you had thought you had lost him, lost the love of your life for a second time, and when Missy went after him in what at the time appeared like a futile attempt and an assured death, you were sure you’d gonna stay alone for the rest of your life. And that fear of losing him, them… that hadn’t left.

Anita had told you, the first time you dared to express that fear, that it was normal. A normal feeling from a person who loved those who fought for others, but you hated to fear all the time; and in that moment, sitting in front of a lit fire, with a twelve year old girl on the floor, a huge decorated tree next to her and the muffled sounds of kitchen ware being placed where it belonged, you felt like you were made of nothing but fear.

“He’s gonna be fine, you know?” Missy whispered, standing from the floor and sitting next to you.

“I really hope so.” you tried to give her a reassuring smile as she grabbed your cup of chocolate and left it on the end table next to hers.

“I’m really sorry for what I said.” she whispered to you, biting her lip and looking at her lap.

“It’s fine, Missy.” you waved it off.

“No,” she shook her head, “it’s not,” Missy tutted and you opened your arms for her, she fell on you and wrapped herself with your arms, “I miss mom sometimes,” she muttered, looking at the fire, “and I know you told me you don’t wanna replace her but…”

“Yeah,” you kept her from saying the words you already assumed she was gonna say, “I act like it.” Missy nodded.

“I like that my dad has someone, so he’s not a nerd all by himself,” she shrugged, looking up at you when you snorted, “and I like that you were together in highschool, that’s super romantic,” you chuckled, “but it’s still kinda weird.”

“I know…”

“I’m sorry I dropped ballet, too.” Missy said, her voice lower, like she was pondering what else to say.

“You don’t have to apologize for that,” you told her with a smile, “heroic training must be demanding,” she nodded, “we miss you, though.”

“I miss it too.”

“Are we opening gifts or what?” Anita said, walking into the living room, you gave Missy a kiss on the temple before she stood up to sit next to the tree. You looked at your mother in law and she winked at you.

“This one’s for you, abuela,” Missy gave her a small box, “is mine.” Anita opened it slowly, taking out a dark brown wooden box.

“Is a jewelry box?” she asked. Missy shook her head.

“Is a box that blocks any signals so you can put your comms there when you’re not using them and they can’t be intercepted.” Missy let out, turning to take another.

“Thanks.” Anita let out, exploring the box further.

“This is yours.” Missy handed you another box, smaller than the one she gave her grandma, and you took it with a smile. You opened it and let out a gasp, it was a gold necklace with a small charm in the form of a ballet slipper.

“Missy, this is gorgeous.” you told her.

“My dad helped pick it up.” she let out, looking proud of what she gave you, you smiled to her.

“Well you two did an amazing job.” you told her. Missy grabbed a bag with a snowman in it and put it on the side.

“This one’s dad’s.” she muttered to herself as she grabbed another, a pretty wrapped big box.

“That’s from me, mija.” Anita said, nodding to Missy, who unwrapped the box eagerly and gasped when she saw the brand, it was a set of case and accessories for her to store her nintendo switch.

“¡Abuela, gracias!” she let out in that little accent she had whenever she spoke spanish, and made Anita chuckle, “this is awesome!”

“Missy, give grandma that big blue box, please,” you told her, she did and then got distracted opening the box of her case, “that’s from me and Marcus.” you told Anita.

“Ay, mi niña,” Anita let out when she took the lid off and took what was inside, a long rebozo in bougainvillaea color with some embroidered flowers in different shades of purple and white and a short fringe, “this looks a lot like one my mamá had when I was little.”

“We know,” you told her, smiling as she wrapped herself in it, “Marcus told me and I pulled some strings to get a hold of the contact of some mexican artisans.”

“You brought this from México?” she gasped, you nodded in response and Anita rushed to grab your hand. “thank you, mi niña.”

You finished exchanging gifts, and Missy had made sure to leave to the side the ones that were for Marcus, as well as leaving the one her dad had gotten for her unopened, claiming she would open it when her dad was there to see it.

The night went on without hearing from him, and by the time it was two in the morning, with Missy sleeping soundly next to you on the couch with her head on your lap, two mugs of hot chocolate down each and a very heated but silent conversation with Anita about staying there instead of driving home, you had lost all hopes on him even making it to his mom’s house, and a mix of both sadness and anger had settled inside your stomach, churning along with the food and drink and the good time you had even if Marcus wasn’t there.

___

Marcus knew he had fucked up.

As he walked into his mom’s house at five in the morning, only wearing a black sweatshirt under a long coat after having left his tac gear and his katanas in the headquarters, he saw you sleeping against the backrest of the couch and Missy curled in a ball on your lap, both of you still dressed. And he knew he wouldn’t hear the end of it in a long time.

His mom walked into the living room and saw him standing there, just looking at the both of you surrounded with wrapping paper, opened boxes and some wrapping plastic, Marcus hung his shoulders when Anita shook her head and he walked towards the kitchen.

“Are they angry?” he whispered, sitting on one of the barstools near the counter, Anita shrugged, warming up some leftover tamales, “are you?”

“I’m not angry,” she replied, handing him a mug of hot chocolate, “what happened?”

Marcus proceeded to tell her everything, how the mission went sideways twice because of the impertinence of some of his team mates –that remained unnamed even when Anita knew exactly who he meant– and how they had to arrest the evil guy three times because he kept escaping the normal handcuffs.

“And that took you eighteen hours?” his mother asked, Marcus huffed.

“Yeah, well…” Marcus took the last sip of his chocolate and received a plate of tamales, “we weren’t exactly here…”

Anita didn’t say another word and left him to eat in peace and in silence. Marcus finished rather quickly, and he moved to the living room, kneeling in front of you.

He took your hand and left a kiss there, and lingered his touch to your arm until he reached your shoulder.

“Wake up.” he whispered in your ear, startling you slightly

“Marcus?” you asked, your voice was deep with sleep and you let out a groan when he kissed your cheek. “did you just get here?”

“Yeah,” he whispered, “baby, I’m so sorry.”

“No,” you let out, pushing his hand away gently, “stop, let’s go home.”

Marcus nodded as you stirred on the couch, feeling like the worst man ever. You stretched and rubbed your eyes carefully, and Marcus leaned down to wake up Missy.

“Dad?” Missy groaned too, opening her eyes and sitting up from your lap.

“Yeah, baby,” he whispered, trying to hug her. Missy pushed him too and Marcus swore he could start crying right there, “I’m sorry, kiddo, I’m so–”

“You didn’t come.” she said, pushing herself towards you.

“I know, I fee–”

“I wanna stay here,” Missy said, turning to you, “can I stay here?” Marcus looked at you as you hugged Missy, wrapping your arms around her shoulders. He sat down on the other end of the couch, you looked at him, the same question in your own eyes.

Marcus looked at his daughter, who had sought refuge in you after waiting an entire night for him; he thought of how each of you must have felt. Your relationship with him, even if it was two years old, was still kind of new, and it was your first christmas spending it as a family, and he, the one who had brought you and his daughter together, wasn’t there. With any of you.

Marcus returned his gaze to you and he nodded almost imperceptibly.

“Ask grandma.” you whispered into Missy’s hair, she stood up from the couch and walked out of the living room.

“Baby…” he started, you raised your hand to make him stop.

“She left your gifts there,” you pointed at a small pile of boxes and wrapped stuff near the three, “and she didn’t open yours to her.”

“Why?” he whispered.

“She wanted you to be here, Marcus…” you let out, searching for your shoes, “we wanted you to be here.”

Marcus wanted to tell you the same thing he told his mom, how things had gotten repetitive and complicated, how the bad guy had made things worse for him and how his frustration made the whole thing be unhelpful; but he knew it wouldn’t be fair of him to think that you’d understand him. You weren’t his mom, you weren’t aware of the procedures the Heroics followed, you hadn’t been close enough in your life like your mom had been or like he or Missy had.

For you, as he saw it, he was a man who promised to be there with his family for a very important holiday and then wasn’t. And he understood why you didn’t want to hear any explanations or excuses he had to give. –despite him knowing he had a right to tell them and he wasn’t exactly wrong–

“I’m sorry.”

“I know, you can stop apologizing.” you whispered, finishing putting your shoes on. Marcus saw you stand from the couch and walk out and his eyes fell on the pile of boxes that were his gifts.

He had fucked up.

___

The drive home was silent and somewhat tense; you had insisted on driving and Marcus had reluctantly accepted, sitting on the co-pilot’s seat and falling asleep as soon as you got on the highway.

The streets were all but empty, christmas day made almost everyone stay inside and the people who were outside looked relaxed and cheery.

You huffed to yourself when you stopped at a red light and turned to look at Marcus, he looked shattered; he had dirt on his hair and around his neck, and his hands, that rested on his lap while he slept, were also dirty, his knuckles looked bloody and scrapped and you knew you couldn’t stay angry at him any longer because after all, it wasn’t his choice to not be there for a dinner and some gift exchanging.

He woke up as soon as you pulled over on the driveway and he let you unbuckle his seatbelt; he didn’t say a word as he walked into the house behind you.

“Marcus,” you called, he hummed as you left the bag with leftovers and gifts Anita had packed for you on the counter, “why don’t you go to sleep? you must be exhausted.”

He didn’t answer, and as you turned around you saw him walk towards you; his hands, hurt as they were, held you by the waist and he leaned to leave a kiss on your cheek.

“I’m sorry.”

“I told you to stop apologizing.” you whispered, cupping his face and leaving a soft kiss on his lips.

“You’re not angry?” he asked, looking for your eyes, you shook your head.

“I’m sad,” you told him, your words made him groan, “but it’s gonna go away once you wash up and go to bed.”

“I–”

“Do it.” you pointed towards the hallway.

“But you’re not angry?” he asked again, you gave him a small smile.

“I told you I’m not,” you shook your head again, “I wanted to be there with you,” you whispered, Marcus nodded, “I wanted to celebrate, too.”

“Celebrate?” he frowned, “our anniversary was last week, baby,” he whispered, gripping you tighter and bringing you closer to him, he smelled like sweat, leather and metal, “and we celebrated.” you chuckled, swatting his shoulder softly.

“Our other anniversary,” you said, Marcus frowned at you and leaned back slowly to look at your face, “the first time we were together?” you whispered.

Marcus’s face went two shades lighter when you mentioned it, you smiled sheepishly as he seemingly went back in time inside his head and caught on to your idea.

“When was it?” he asked you softly, moving his hands to cradle your face gently.

“Marcus, your hands.” you bit your lip, looking down at his knuckles.

“Tell me.” he whispered, you shook your head at him and his eagerness.

“Three days ago,” you told him, “but you were so busy planning this mission I didn’t want to bot–”

“How many years?” he asked, leaving a soft kiss on each of your cheeks.

You tried for hide your smile from him, –not knowing exactly why– and looked at him, really looked; he was dirty all over, under the dirt of his hair some grey hairs that you had discovered almost one by one over the past two years were still showing, his eyes were right on yours when you gazed down to them, behind the exhaustion, you saw the same eyes you had dreamed for more than half your life, and that you got to wake up next to almost everyday, and you tried to commit them all over again to your memory, just in case.

He was there, he was in front of you, in one piece, because, as you already knew, he knew what he was doing and he was good at his job.

And he was there, with you. Like you had wanted when you were alone in New York all those years ago and you felt lonely and the only memory of a happy time was with him. Like you had wished for when you got married with someone that wasn’t him and didn’t even try to be. Like you had craved for when you were alone again and had no one to share your little successes.

You had him, you had kept him. He was yours and you were his. Despite everything.

“Twenty five years.” you whispered.

“Shit,” Marcus let out, his eyes widening as well as his smile, you bit your lip and nodded, “we’re so old.” you chuckled.

“Speak for yourself, old man, I feel like I’m twenty seven all the time.” Marcus laughed and tugged you to him, he embraced you and you did the same.

“I love you.”

“You smell bad.”

Both spoke at the same time, and Marcus chuckled lowly.

“I’m gonna take that shower.” he whispered, kissing you again. He unwrapped himself from you and walked towards the hall.

“And then to bed.” you called out.

“Maybe.”

___

Marcus walked out of the bathroom with a clean body, a fresh change of clothes, and some bandages for the tiny open wounds he could find around his body, he was thankful for having changed his tac gear for something more protective like you had suggested, he didn’t want to imagine the other kind of wounds he’d have to clean up if he hadn’t.

He found you in the kitchen, sitting on a barstool, nursing a cup of something. You had put away the leftovers and changed to a pajama set he had gotten you the previous christmas and you were reading something in a notepad.

Marcus sneaked behind you, he narrowed his eyes, focusing on you and reached for your waist, wrapping his arms around your body as you straightened on the stool and left your cup on the counter to cover your ears.

“I told you to go to bed.” you muttered, Marcus kissed your shoulder and turned you on the stool for you to face him.

“I’m not sleepy,” he whispered, you frowned and looked at a small band aid he had placed on his forehead, you reached it and traced your fingers over, “it doesn’t hurt.” he assured, you nodded at him.

He stared into your eyes as you inspected his injuries, they were small, and most of them would fade away within the next week, but Marcus knew you worried. He knew he made you worry all the time.

He knew what it was like, Mariela had been also a heroic, and anytime she went on a mission he felt the dread of not knowing if she would be back, and his fear had become his reality when he least expected it; he knew how it felt, and he didn’t want you to feel it too. The least he wanted to do is give you that kind of pain.

But he also knew you’d never ask him to stop doing it; not after he had started again back when he got thrown in the field, you never asked him and he knew you wouldn’t do it. And he didn’t know what to do with the feelings inside him.

Marcus knew, as he had known when he was eighteen years old, and then again two years prior, that he wanted you in his life, that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you, next to you, always by your side. Sharing his life with you and Missy. Of that he was sure.

But he knew, too, that if he died, there would be no life to share.

It didn’t matter to him that it was going to cost him what he was trained to do since he was a child. He had been retired before, he could do it again.

“I’m gonna resign from the team,” he whispered. You gasped, “after the holidays, I’m gonna ask to be back on the desk.”

“Are you sure?” you asked him, covering your mouth with your hands. Marcus took your wrists and uncovered your lips, leaning to kiss them.

“I haven’t been this sure of anything since I asked you to move in,” he whispered, returning his hands to your hips. You smiled at him and kissed him, Marcus’s grip on your waist tightened and he saw you lean back and realize what he was doing, you shook your head, “come on, baby,” he pleaded, stepping closer to you and kissing your cheek, you shook your head again, “I have a little adrenaline left to burn out.”

“Marcus…” you warned, he trailed his lips down to your chin and then your neck, and he felt your hands grip his biceps, “really?”

“Yeah, really.” he whispered against your neck and he felt you shudder.

“Just one.” you said, opening your legs on the stool for him to stand between them, Marcus smiled and nibbled on your skin, making you moan into your throat, he loved how aware you were of his desire for you, and how if you didn’t placed any boundaries about the amount of times you could have sex in one night, he could keep going until all the muscles in his body burned.

“Two.” he teased.

“Just one!” you swatted him gently on the back and Marcus’s hands snuck inside your sweater, you shivered again and Marcus kept kissing your neck as his hands traced your skin and looked for two of his favorite parts of your body.

You wrapped your arms around his neck as he kept tasting yours, his hands found your bare breasts and he kneaded them under your sweater, hardening your nipples and making you mewl in his ear.

Marcus leaned back from your neck to take off the sweater and you took advantage of the distance to take off his shirt as well, he had some bruises marking the skin of his chest; some on his pectorals were already deep purple and green and one, right in the middle of his chest, under the black ring that hung on a silver chain around his neck, looked almost yellow, you traced your fingers softly over them too, looking at him.

“I promise I’ll sleep all day after this,” he whispered, cupping your face with a hand, “I just need to make love to you once.”

“Just once.” you repeated, kissing him.

Your lips felt like they were molded for his, you tasted like peppermint tea, sugar and you, and Marcus couldn’t get enough of that taste of yours that even when it differed somewhat from the one he remembered you had, it felt like it was the same.

You buried your nails on his shoulder blades when his hands fell on your thighs, his hands knew them already but something inside him told him that maybe there was something new on them, and he kneaded at your flesh and made you moan again.

He felt your hands falling to his waist and you snuck one inside his sweatpants, he hadn’t worn any underwear and you found his half-hard cock easily, you wrapped your hand around it and pumped him a few times, making him groan and bite your lip. He felt hot all over and he knew he needed to have you.

“Stand up,” he grunted, lifting you himself from the stool, “turn around.”

“Here?” you gasped, taking your hand out of his pants and doing what he had told you, Marcus nodded, not caring if you saw him or not, his hands gripped your waist and one of them trailed to your back, he pushed you down on the counter and you hissed.

“It’s cold.” you whispered, Marcus reached for your discarded sweater and put it on the counter, you chuckled at him, but leaned down anyway to lie your chest on it.

He hooked his fingers on the hem of your pants and tugged them down along with your panties, leaving you bare and exposed to him. You shuddered –maybe at the cold feeling of the house, Marcus thought– but arched your back down for him.

Marcus’s hands fell on your ass and he kneaded at the flesh of your butt cheeks, he let his hand fall once and you yelped, wiggling back your ass at him, Marcus chuckled and leaned to leave a kiss on your shoulder.

His hand traced down to your slit and he found you wet and warm; he slid two fingers inside your entrance and you moaned when he curled them inside you.

“Baby,” he whispered behind you, you turned to look at him, “put your leg up.”

You nodded at him and he once more thanked whichever gen gave you the power of flexibility, as he fucked you slowly with his fingers, you lifted your leg and rested your knee next to your shoulder on the counter, opening yourself to him. He slid out his fingers and pushed down his sweatpants to take out his hard, aching cock, he smeared the slick he had around his fingers on his tip and played it on your folds.

You moaned and pushed back towards him and his cock slid right inside you like you were only made for him.

Marcus started fucking you slowly, he grabbed your hips to both support himself and keep you in place as he thrusted in and out almost methodicaly, he felt you throbbing, gripping him tight already inside your cunt.

“Faster, baby, more.” you gasped, extending your arm to grab the edge of the counter, Marcus grabbed it too, his hand resting next to your knee as he started rising the velocity of his thrusts. The sound of his skin clashing with yours inundated the kitchen and he felt his balls hitting your clit.

You were moaning his name, first it was like a gasp, a whisper; as he fucked you harder it grew to a moan and then a grunt; he didn’t know exactly were he was pulling all that energy from but he was pounding into you like a hungry man eating for the first time in weeks, he felt the tip of his cock hitting something inside you that made the moans of his name become a scream and he knew you were close.

He felt your cunt gripping him like a vice and he wrapped his arm around you to find your clit and rub it at the same pace as he was fucking you, you stopped making any sounds, Marcus turned up from the sight of your pussy swallowing his cock to your face and you were biting your sweater to stop you from screaming.

Marcus felt his mouth curl up as he kept fucking you, sliding his cock out almost entirely and thrusting it in with force, pushing your body against the counter as he took you from behind.

His fingers circled your clit and you reached back to grab his arm, he felt you trembling and he held you, you were throbbing, mouthing his name and sweet words he didn’t understand, and you gripped his cock inside you, he slowed down his thrusts as he fucked you through your high and you gasped his name when your orgasm faded away.

Marcus felt the last wave of arousal coat him and he felt himself tightening, he fucked into you slowly, dragging his cock in and out and feeling every ridge and muscle of you as that knot inside him snapped and he poured himself inside you with a groan, pushing his cock all the way into you, closing his eyes as the air returned to his lungs.

“I can’t feel my legs.” you let out, panting after a few moments of the two of you just standing there, connected. Marcus huffed and he helped you put down your leg, sliding out of you. You moaned when he left you and Marcus rushed to grab a paper towel from above the sink to wipe the cum that was oozing out of you.

“You want me to carry you?” he asked, helping you stand up straight, you shook your head and saw the paper towel he had cleaned you with.

“Ew, throw that away.” you teased, Marcus frowned.

“Ew? you eat this at least once a week.” he retorted. You laughed.

“You’re so nasty!” you let out, letting him wrap his arm around your waist and walk you out of the kitchen.

“You do!”

“Straight from the source, thank you very much.” you let out, making him laugh.

“I guess there’s a difference.”

“There is,” you assured him, as you walked into the room. You threw yourself on the bed and opened your legs, extending your arms to him. “sleep on me, please.”

Marcus smiled and he drew out the covers, kneeling between your open legs and settling himself on top of you carefully; nestling himself on your chest. You sighed and reached to cover him and you and he hugged you from the waist.

“Merry christmas, you crazy, crazy man.” you whispered, leaning to kiss the crown of his head.

Marcus chuckled, feeling the way you embraced him and let him cover you like your personal blanket; he loved the closeness of your bodies, he loved to feel you like that. There wasn’t another person he rathered having there, in his bed that had become yours, in his house that had become shared, in his life, that had turned upside down for a second time thanks to you. There was no one else but you.

He smiled to himself when he felt your breaths evening, he kissed the swell of your breast and closed his eyes.

“Merry christmas, love of my life.”

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My fiancé surprised me n’ bought me one of those like 7ft bean bag chair/bed things and I came home to it with a new fuzzy blanket on top of it plus a little basket of my favorite snacks and a few new games on my switch (like organizing/unpacking games bc they calm me down) & i just started crying bc the last few days have been rough and he’s just so sweet. Plus he’s currently making my favorite meal that he learned to make by asking my grandma to teach him and I just love him so much. 🥹🥹

THATS SO PRECIOUS!!!!! cries im glad he’s pampering you like you deserve 🥺🥺💓 this is the nicest thing I’ve heard all day i hope u guys have a lovely day or night and aaaa this is so lovely