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Heyyy ☺️ I love this series sooo much, it is so nice to see Austin stories that involve a black reader. Not having to edit the story in my head to make it fit me is wonderful 🥰. For your Drabble event could you do either first date or a special date that they have had? Thank you 💕 💕

20 Questions.

Summary: It’s a in-house date night with Austin and his best girl. Where you get to know them and they get to know each other!

Contents: Fluff ofc! Mentions of deceased relatives. Little angst if you squint. Slight steaminess. Austin and his best girl being the cutest.

A/N: Hi Beautiful Humans! It’s me! I hope y’all of you are having a wonderful time. Just wanted to go ahead and drop this off for you guys and also give some special shout-outs to:

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Today was Friday.

Which also meant it was date night. 

And with it being quite gloomy outside for the usual LA weather the two of you had decided that it'd be the perfect day to have a in-house date night. You insisted that tonight you would to try and cook for your man a simple meal of grilled cheese and tomato soup.

A skeptical but supportive Austin would go on to happily watch you not only blacken all attempts at the grilled cheese, but also burn the poor tomato soup that you forgot to add enough water to.

And once the tears started rolling, in real Austin fashion he'd wrapped you in a blanket and placed you on the couch promising to return. After cleaning up your food fail he pulled out all the ingredients he needed and made a hell of a good pan of pasta. 

After some feeding, cuddling, finger fucking , and napping. The two of you had decided that a more PG-13 activity was in order. With that you suggested a game that you'd been wanting to play with Austin for a while. Let's get deep: 20 question edition.

" Okay. Here we go, number one." You listened to Austin while you giggled staring down at the stacks of cards in front of you and then back up at Austin, who looked on in amusement. " What movie was so sad that you would never watch it again? " He asked.

" Mmmm." You thought for a minute, there were plenty but really you could only narrow it down to two, " I think I would definitely have to say either Dumbo or Fruitvale Station. I can't choose. You can only watch both once." You affirmed.

" Watching Dumbo is a traumatizing experience that no child of any age should be subjected to at all. Like just the first thirty minutes was enough for me to need a lifelong therapist. And as far as Fruitvale Station goes...I feel that the content overview speaks for itself. It's a beautiful movie, but I could barely make it through til the end." You explained.

Austin nodded, " I seen Dumbo a long time ago when I was little and all I remember is this very strong urge to go hug my mom after watching. " He said making you smile, " But I haven't seen Fruitvale Station. No particular reason why, it's just never happened."

" Understandable." You nodded reaching to grab another card off one of the piles.

" My turn. Two. What's the weirdest thing you find attractive in a person?" You moved your eyes to look at him in curiosity.

Almost immediately he said, " People who floss."

Amused in question you went, " Really? Why? "

" Yeah. I don't know. But in a weird way to me. It shows that you care about yourself. Like babe, do you know how many people don't floss. Ever." He explained.

And the more you thought about it, he was right. Gross.

But lucky for you, you didn't have that problem seeing as your upbringing had made you a bit of a dental freak. So you hit all the points in that department. 

" Yeah. I guess I see your point. " You said just as a thought passed in your mind, " So, do you find it attractive when I floss." You goofed biting a bit of your upper lip.

Laughing at you he leaned over to plant a hardy peck to your lips, pulling away to say, " Makes my dick jump every time, sweetheart." He half whispered sending the two of you into a short fit of laughter.

" Alright alright alright. Next. Three. " He moved to pick up a card, " Describe our relationship in three words." He asked.

Even though you had to think a bit, it didn't take you long before you had your three words, " Meaningful.....Honest.... Adaptive. " You answered.

Eyes glimmering in happiness and satisfaction Austin questioned, " I know these are suppose to be short but, care to elaborate please."

" Well, I feel it's meaningful because literally almost everything we do has some type of meaning behind it. Like when you got me the fern. Or when I gave you the blanket. There's always some type of love behind everything. Plus you mean so much to me and in-turn I mean so much to you, which I guess in general terms makes us meaningful..right?" You giggled trying your best to explain your thoughts in the best way you could.

But Austin understood what you meant, he felt his heart swelling bigger and bigger by the moment, " I see. So what about honest?"

" I feel our relationship is also built around honesty. I know I've told you this before but throughout my life I've encountered a great deal of liars and that's something that I really didn't wanna come into my adult life with. Unavoidable I know. And especially in a relationship. " You began, " But with you, from the day that we sat down, listening to you be so open and honest with me when at the time I was just a complete stranger to you. It made me feel something. And from then on I've never ever had to second guess anything or feel like your keeping things from me. It's refreshing and I value that." You explained.

Austin listened intently thinking back to the first hours the two of you had spent together talking after he'd finished reading you the book. Hearing you talk about how surprised you were hearing Austin talk the way he did shocked him a bit. He hadn't really ever realized just how personal the two of you had gotten in that short amount of time. But to him now, that was just proof that this was something special from the start.

" And finally I think we're adaptive because whether it be your schedule or mine that keeps up from doing traditional couples stuff. We make it work. We adapt to whatever challenge we face together. And that's important." You finished offering a smile.

Austin return your feeling of content displaying a smile of his own. He was so happy to be with you. And to be building the kind of relationship where it's foundations were things like these. Things that would help the two of you last, because all in all. That was goal.

" I think all of that is really accurate and beautiful, mama. I love you." He said reaching for your hand to bring it to his lips and press a gentle kiss to it.

" I love you, Aus." You returned reaching that same hand to palm his cheek.

The two of you continued your little moment before moving forward.

" Number four. Name something that you wish you could do but can't." You asked.

Teasing Austin said, " Gain the ability to say no to you."

You rolled your eyes playfully. " Be serious, Austin."

Laughing some more he says, " I am being serious, woman. You have no idea the power you hold over me. It's like you just know all you have to do is bat those pretty lashes at me and say please, to turn me into a sucker." He informed.

Your smile widen, " Really? "

Austin nodded leaning back against the couch, " Awe don't be coy. Really, mama."

You sounded a ' Hmmph '.

" Well I'll just have to keep that in mind then, huh?" You said shooting him a glance.

Smirking he replied, " Don't go getting too many good ideas."

" I won't."

With that he leaned up to send a squeeze to your thigh before reaching and grabbing another card.

" Mm. This is a good one." Austin's lips twitched up into a smirk while he shot you a look.

" Oh god." You laughed rolling your eyes, " Dare I ask? "

" Yes, please dare." He wiggled his eyebrows and you laughed, " Go ahead then."

" Five, If there's a particular part of you I should touch to get you in the mood. Where would it be?" He questioned.

Playfully humming while placing your pointer finger to the corner of your lips, the curiosity of wanting to know where he thought it was himself popped in," Before I answer where do you think it is, Mr. Butler?"

" Well, honey." He sighed leaning back against the couch," Based on months of bountiful research and exhausting observations. I'd have to say it'd be your neck."

Dammit.

He was right. You loved when he touched your neck. It always left you breathless in more ways than one.

" You sure, " You challenged figuring to keep your cool," Because if I recall your always touching my thighs."

And it was true. If the two of you were laying down to read or watch a movie Austin either had to have his head rested in your lap or hands stuffed between the crevices of your thighs. In the car, Austin only drove with his left hand because his right was specially reserved for your thigh. Whenever your being a little bratty or you say something about yourself that Austin isn't fond of, you better believe he is going to send a good little pinch to your thigh before kissing the spot all better.

" That's because their my particular part of you that gets me in the mood." He informed looking at you while gliding a singular finger up your thigh to the hemline of the shorts you wore. Still never dropping eye contact he continued, " But I know it's your neck because whenever we make love and I run my hand across your neck or decide to take a good little grip on it. That my love, is when you come for me the hardest." He finished.

By now that same finger had turned into a full hand that had found it's way up to get a nice gentle but firm hold on your neck. He softly used it to pull you to him and place a nice sloppy kiss to your lips making a moan release from your throat.

Pulling back he let go with a smug grin on his face to your annoyed but disheveled expression before motioning for you to draw a card while you tried to collect yourself.

Once you had settled the waves below, you a bit shakily grab the next card, clearing your throat, " Okay. Six. What is one activity that makes you feel alive?"

Without a doubt Austin knew his answer, " Easy. Horseback riding. Nothing like making that bond with a horse, the trust you build with them is pure. And then being out and open with nature. Clearing your mind and body. It's refreshing." He explained. " I think that's why filming The Shannara Chronicles was one of my favorite projects so far." He furthered grabbing a sip of the Yerbamate on the table.

" Yep and I'll have to take your word for it, babe." You quickly chirped making Austin sigh. 

Ever since you and Austin had stumbled on the topic of horseback riding one day and you had revealed to him that while you thought horses were absolutely majestic and beautiful from a distance, under no circumstances would you ever consider getting on one. Period. And to him this was a great injustice...almost as big as when you told him you didn't like PB & J's.

You shuddered at the thought.

" Baby for the thousandth time. I'm telling you it's not as scary as you think it is. And you won't know until you try it. That thing with the girl was just a freak accident. That's a exception." Austin tried to argue but still you just shook your head unphased. You knew what you'd witnessed all those years back and you were good.

" Austin." You started, " The poor girl broke her back and part of her collarbone after one of them threw her off and fell on her. I seen it happen. It's like he WWE smushed her ass on the ground." You recalled watching a friend of a friend in high-school's scary interaction with the creature. It was terrifying. " Plus I'm pretty sure that she wasn't exactly ever the same in the membrane after that either." You added thinking about some of the antics the girl had gotten into post injury.

Austin blew out a breath, " Honey, while I think the situation is terrible. I'm pretty sure there was other factors that went into the happening. But I'm telling you that it's not normally like that. You just have to trust yourself and the horse."

Hearing him you still you were unchanged and really wanting to chance the topic so you came up with the compromise, " Okay okay okay. I hear you, Aus. And I'll think about it some more okay." You suggested shooting him a look to send the message that you were ready to move on.

Taking the hint he settled for what you were giving with a somber smile and moved to pick up another card, " So the next one is a little heavier, if that's alright?" Austin questioned staring down at the card.

Feeling like you could fully trust him you nodded, " Go head, babe." You prompted preparing yourself.

" Seven, in your opinion which is worse. Emotional or physical cheating? " He asked looking directly into your eye line.

" Oh." You spoke. It wasn't like you couldn't answer or that this wasn't something the two of you hadn't discussed. It was just a bit of a uncomfortable topic was all.

" Well being honest..." You trailed looking over to his face that was locked in on yours.

" Yeah." Austin encouraged.

Taking a second to collect your thoughts you began, " Like I said before, cheating no matter what is a deal breaker for me. But, being honest I think their equally as bad in opinion. I know anyone can argue it anyway. But the way I see it is that it takes something emotional in the first place to drive someone to cheat physically. I feel like if we're in a exclusive relationship where we're trusting and committing our bodies to only each other and you go and share that part of you with someone else it's a betrayal. And same thing with emotional. If we're in a relationship and I'm giving my all to let you know that there isn't anything that you should feel like you can't come to me about, and you still go and share those parts with someone else. That's also pretty bad so..." You finished looking him directly in eye. 

Austin nodded taking in what you were saying completely. This wasn't his first time hearing you express your expectations when it came to this type of dishonesty, but it was good to hear again all the same, " I hundred precent agree with everything you've said. And vice versa over here. I think our communication is good enough to where we can communicate our needs effectively to each other. But I still want you to know that we're never going to get to that point, honey. That's one of the reasons that ring is on your finger. It's a promise." Austin sincerely confessed making your heart expand.

You peaked down at the promise ring on your finger and then back at Austin.

" I know." 

" Good."

" Alrighty moving on. Eight. Is applesauce suppose to be warm or cold? " You posed.

" Cold." Austin immediately responded, " That's the only right answer."

You nodded, " I whole-heartedly agree. And I'm glad to know that you aren't a nutjob. "

" Noted. Next." Austin laughed picked up a card, " Nine. What is something that you wanna like but just can't? "

You sighed in faked despair, " Saunas. I really wanted to be that girl. The insta-fit chick that has the whole sauna self care bit going. But I realized how much I really don't like being sweaty unless absolutely necessary. " You informed to a smirking Austin. 

Before he could open his mouth you reiterated, " I SAID ABSOLUTELY NECESSARY." 

His hands shot up in defense while he snickered, " All I was going to ask was if you wanted to get sweaty later. But seeing as that wouldn't be absolutely necessary. I guess not." He shrugged.

Smacking your teeth you grabbed a pillow to childishly toss at Austin while you tell him that getting sweaty with him will always be absolutely necessary in your book.  " I'll hold you to that." He says shooting you the infamous look.

" Look forward to it. But first we have to finish this before we start something else, " You remind him picking up a new card, " Ten. Name the most fond memory you have with your moth-" You stopped mid- question instantly regretting asking, you hadn't meant to bring it up.  Idiot.

Quickly you tried to shift and grab another card while shooting him a sympathetic look, " I'm sorry, babe. I- I should have read the card in my head before I read it out lo-"

But he halted your movement softly grabbing your hand, " It's okay It's alright, B-"

" No, Austin it's not I sho-"

" You should just go ahead and let me answer. I promise it's okay. Matter of fact..I want to." He said holding your eye contact to show you he was sincere until you agreed leaning back. 

" I know I've said this in interviews before, but growing up not to faraway from Disney and Knotts Berry, my mom and I would go all the time. Finish all my homework earlier in the day and then drive over. We used to spend hours riding the rides or just sitting on the park benches and talking. Because I was so shy and homeschooled on top of it she was bestfriend. I could sit and talk to her about anything....God I miss her." Austin reminisced bringing a smile to his face. You could see the tears forming in his eyes and in return yours did the same. 

Instinctively you reached out to him which he accepted offering you a spot on his lap.

 You held onto him in silence drinking in his warmth and touch while enjoying the quiet comfort you were offering through the silent intimacy. The two of you stayed just like that for awhile. Your head against his chest listening to the melody of his heartbeat and feeling the weight of his head rested on yours. His hands ran up and down your spine gripping and rubbing. 

You felt oddly harmonious with each other. 

The two of you stayed like that before you let go when the brilliant idea of desert popped in your mind. Remembering that Beatrice had dropped off a royal raspberry drizzle cheesecake. You went to the kitchen coming back with two plates carrying carefully sliced pieces. You were sure this would lighten the mood.

Austin smiled taking his plate and offering you a " Thank you, baby." And a kiss to the temple. 

From there you resumed your game.

" Eleven. What is the most precious or important thing you own? " Austin asked before taking the bite of cheesecake you were offering.

" Um. " You sounded setting the desert plate on the coffee table, " Well, babe. I'm gonna have to cheat a little bit." You confessed.

" Oh. How's that." Austin inquired.

" I'm gonna have to list some things." You confirmed.

Smiling Austin says, " I'll allow it."

" Good. Okay so the most precious and important things I own in no particular order is my promise ring, the blanket my mom made me, our fern, my mother's ring, and my lucky smiley hat." You listed.

" You know I love when you wear that hat." He laughed, " You always look so cute. Remember when you wore it when we went to go see the jazz band in the park. Everyone tried to steal it off of you." 

" Yeah it was quite interesting. Having to fight off people with John Coltrane playing in the back."

"  But anywho. Twelve, If we were role playing. What would you dress me up as? " You bite your lip waiting on his response.  You were extremely curious to hear his answer.

You had to adjust yourself a little bit as you felt the gates to your 'oasis' starting to open up even more than earlier from the way he was looking at you.

" Honestly? " Austin's eyebrow raised.

" Of course. Wouldn't want it any other way." You responded.

" Well, even though it may sound cliché. In my younger years," He laughed, " The whole French maid thing intrigued me for a bit."

Your mouth twitched in a smile, " Know what. I'm not surprised. That checks out." 

" What?! What's that suppose to mean? " 

You laughed at his playfully offended expression while he clutched his chest, " It means that you seem like a french maid kind of man, babe. Classy. You already have this old school charm to you. So it's on-brand that you'd be into that." You elaborated.

He looked at you a second before saying a simple, " Thats fair. "

Tilting his head at you he continued, " So, if a little french maid outfit just happened to appear in your size around here somewhere. And I called to say my office may need some dusting...would you be willing to oblige." He suggested leaning over and biting at his lip.

You leaned in and said, " Oui."

He groaned and blushed a bit in response moving to grab another card only to laugh when he read it, "Right on topic. Thirteen. How many children do you want someday? "

" Um...uh..well it really depends. When I was younger I always wanted to be like cheaper by the dozen or the mine, yours, and ours family. " You giggled thinking about how you wanted a brood of children to homeschool, make three meals a day for, and be driven absolutely crazy by. But as you got older and life took it's fuzzy fun filter off and you began seeing the true colors of the world, that life started to seem less and less ideal. 

You caught Austin's face which was mixed with curiosity and glee. Even though you guys had had some conversations here and there that involved kids he'd never heard this from you before. He was intrigued, "Seriously you wanted twelve kids. You with twelve kids?" He repeated for emphasis.

You laughed, " Yeah. Believe it or not. I like kids and I love my nieces and nephews even though I don't get to see them as much as I'd like. So, in a perfect fantasy world. But being realistic though. I think I would like two or four. I wanna have enough but not too many to where I won't have the energy or the time to give them all as much equal time and attention." You explained.

" I get that. And I like that it's even numbers. So no one will ever be left out of games and they'll be able to pair up when we go out to fairs or do activities." He added with a gleam in his eye.

Austin couldn't lie and say that hadn't thought of what life would be like settling down with you and hearing little footsteps roam the halls. Some could say it was too soon to be thinking about things like that, but he couldn't help. You made him want a future with you.

And vice versa. 

" Exactly. Don't want anyone getting lonely." You agreed trying to play off the blush that had captured your face. You pulled a card, " Fourteen. What's your favorite thing about me?" You asked.

" There's so many different things, honey." Austin sighed trying to rack his brain to be able to just pick one thing, and then he said it, " Your unflinching ability to be kind to everyone."

Your twisted up your face, " Really, you think so? " 

It wasn't like you were saying that you thought you were mean. I mean sure you did your best to try and be nice and kind to everyone you came across, but you weren't the type to just stick that label to yourself. 

" YES REALLY. " Austin emphasized, " You'd literally give anyone the clothes off your back and shoes off your feet. You never cease to amaze me with the grace you have with people even when they don't deserve it. Especially in that situation with the Paps the other week. I know it took a lot not to respond to the name calling and picking but you just kept going and even told the man to have ' a blessed day'." Austin recalled the icky interaction you'd had with paparazzi while out with some friends. 

Shaking your head you waved him off, " I just do what I was raised to do. It's a natural thing. Can't sweat that." You said.

And that's exactly what I want you to teach our children. Austin thought. 

" Yeah, babe. I know. But it still adds to your amazingness. " He concluded picking a card, " Alright. Fifteen. Where is somewhere you've always wanted to go, but never been? " 

Your answer was almost instant, " Italy." 

Austin blinked fast smiling, " That was fast." 

You shyly grinned, " Yeah I know. I didn't mean to say it that fast but that's my number one. I've just always been fascinated by the food and culture. And I really feel like I wanna go and immerse myself in it. Ya' know experience it for myself." You told him of your dream.

It was true too. You could see yourself having authentic pasta and taking walks along the rivers. Finally trying pure gelato. Visiting different museums and taking rides on the gondola. It might sound like cliché tourist behavior but you wanted it all. 

Austin was taking note of how you lit up while talking about the idea of visiting and decided to slip that note into his pocket for later. 

Once you'd finished your mini ranting you picked a card, " Sixteen. Name something that you're weirdly good at? "

Austin noodled on the question. Then you watched him grab one of the unused napkins as he started to twist and pinch it in his hands. 

Curious you asked, " What're you doing, my sweet baboo? "

Feeling fuzzy at the name he responded, " You'll see. Just wait a second, honey." 

So waited and watched him. You found it cute how concentrated he looked. 

 And before you knew it. He was handing you a beautifully crafted rose napkin.

" Awe Austin." You gushed. " It's so cute. How'd you learn to do that? " 

" Ah'. It's just something I randomly picked up once. But I think I've gotten pretty good at it over the years." He said. 

" I hope you know I'm going to force you to do this with all our napkins now, right." You teased. 

" That's fine. Anything for you, mama." He moved closer to you now wrapping a arm around you. 

You didn't know why but him saying that, had made something jump in you. Something hot.

And the closer he got, the more you looked at his face. And the more you looked at his face, the more you wanted to sit on it. 

Not being able to help yourself you managed to move in and capture your his lips with yours. They were always so soft. 

After a minute almost reluctantly he pulled back catching apart of his breath, " Woah, Mama. Wait a minute. As much as I'd love to keep going. Don't you still wanna finish the game first? " He asked cupping your face with a hand.

"Nope." You popped the P, " Not really." You spoke before pulling him back in. He groaned in your mouth at the added friction you brought by started to grind slowly into his lap.

Still once more he found the strength to move away, " You sure?" 

You nodded, but just then a funny little tease came to mind, " Know what. Actually, I do have one last question honey." You said running your against his cheek.

" Go for it, darling."

" Final question. What's your favorite sex position." You questioned positioning yourself up some more. You could see the fire dancing in his eyes and from the way he licked his lips you were sure there were fiery thoughts that accompanied them. 

He sighed biting his bottom lip, " Well. If you must know. As old fashion as it may sound. I'd have to say missionary." Taking a squeeze of your ass.

" Why? " You coyly asked.

" Because I like to be able to look you directly in the eye when I make you come over and over again. The faces you make, always looks like art. Care to be my muse? " He asked taking his hand away from your face to move it along down to your throat.

And with that all you could do was nod before you found yourself on your back, on the couch looking a pretty man in the eye while he gave you pretty amazing orgasms. 

[la-folie-a-deux]

Hello friends! I just wanted to hop on here after it was brought to my attention that our favourite hellsite might be closing down in the near future. I am incredibly saddened by this news seeing as I genuinely love and enjoy being on here. I don’t use other social media platforms nor do I read on other sites because I prefer the variety and layout as well as the community we have here. That being said, if tumblr really does end up dying, I’d be open to finding a new home to post my writings if anyone is interested. I also have a few different outlets as to how I can be contacted if anyone is interested in keeping in touch in the future. I’ll put a poll below the cut for some possible new writing spots that y’all would prefer to see my work on.

On a bright note, I’m still working on getting FoG part 3 and I’m planning a little holiday writing event so keep your eyes peeled for those. I got a new computer after my tablet decided it didn’t want to cooperate with my writing program (you’d think google docs would be universal but apparently not) but of course, my desk chair is proving to be the actual most uncomfortable thing I own so it’s difficult to write for long amounts of time efficiently so hopefully that’s something I remedy soon. I already have a few thousand words written up and my bestie @kyberblade is overseeing the process to ensure y’all are getting the best possible story. I couldn’t do it without her so thank you a million times Kristen. You’re the best 💕

So here’s to hoping that tumblr survives and we get to keep on enjoying our subcultures as we do now. I left once but I don’t want to have to leave again. I’ve been on here for over a decade and I’m happiest when spending my time on here and it’d really suck for that to go away. I’m sending good vibes and positive thoughts to the staff and everyone on here.

Xoxo, Dee 🌸

Note: even if the poll is over, feel free to drop a comment of where you suggest I should start posting on. I’m curious what everyone is using besides tumblr and ao3 because I’m out of touch in the fanfic community so a little input would be super helpful.

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The Bachelorette: Episode 11 - Cooper

Welcome back to The Bachelorette! In Episode 11, Cooper has the last (and hopefully not least!) solo date before elimination and comes up with a way to stand out from the competition. It's sweet baby Coop - what could go wrong?! Let's find out.

An unlikely trio has formed in the house. Breakfast Club (formed from Darion and Cooper consistently coming down to the kitchen to watch Ryan cook breakfast so that they can get beg like dogs for a plate) gathers this morning to give Cooper advice and a pep talk before his date.

Darion: "Aja is competitive af. Challenge her to something! We scaled a mountain, it was hot." Cooper: “That sounds dangerous." Darion: “Yeah, that's why it's hot." Ryan: “Darion's right. Aja looked like she was about to jump me when I flambéd the cherries jubilee and almost singed my eyebrows. She doesn't seem like a cotton candy and bumper cars kind of girl."

Cooper: “Hmm, that gives me an idea." Darion: "It's not bumper cars, right?" Cooper: "No. Better. Also...whatcha there cooking, bud?" Ryan: "Just grab a plate 🙄 "

What's better than bumper cars? RACE cars! We rented out a race track, scored two vintage McLarens and made Cooper and Aja sign waivers for an exciting, high octane race for love! "This...seems dangerous. Are you sure, Cooper?" "Hell yeah, I'm sure. Unless you're scared. Because if you're scared, while I am obviously NOT scared because I do this recreationally on a regular basis, I'm 100% down to do something else. Up to you."

"Ooooh, boy, you should NOT have said that. Because now you're about to eat my dust."

Soundtrack

"Can't wait. Also, please put on a helmet!"

And they're off! Cooper's doing a shockingly good job, pulling out in front like the speed demon he is.

But then that turn sends him spinning...

"What the fuck are you guys doing??? Put the cameras down and HELP HIM!!!!"

...We'll be right back. [DISCLAIMER: The Contestant represents and warrants that it understands: (i) that the RaceTrack, and the Equipment utilized by the Contestant, and all challenges completed while under contract with The Bachelorette may not have been inspected by the Association prior to the Contestant's use thereof and therefore may be unsafe and/or unsuitable for use; {ii) that the Track, Equipment and Vehicles have not been assessed by the Association for safety or suitability of Contestant's use; (iii) The Contestant thereby provides adequate consideration for this Waiver. The Contestant hereby assumes all risk of injury or death while participating in The Bachelorette.]

Meanwhile, Zeke holds another advice session, this time with Ryan. "Zeke, you're like a very emotionally open and honest person, right?" "Yeah, pretty much. Something I can help you with?" "Kind of...I've always had trouble expressing my emotions and being honest about how I feel. And I think it makes me hurt people I don't mean to, because they think I don't care." "You mean Aja?" "Sure.

"If you wanna be honest with other people, first you have to be honest with yourself. Everything starts from within. It’s human nature to fear vulnerability, and in the words of Audre Lorde ‘we’ve been socialized to respect fear more than our own needs.’ So ask yourself: What’s the worst that could happen to me if I speak this truth? And is it really worse than what will happen to me if I let it consume me?”

"That's...a lot." "You should sit and meditate with me for awhile. It'll help loosen your mind a little." "Yeah, I have WAY too many intrusive thoughts for that. But thanks Zeke. You gave me a lot to think about."

Let's check back in and see how Cooper's doing. Soundtrack (lol)

Thankfully, all Cooper sustained from his accident was a mild concussion and a sprained wrist. And just a third reminder that he did sign a waiver. "Hey, Coop, you alright?" "Yeah...I'm ok." "Good, because I'd feel like a real asshole chewing you out if you were on a deathbed. That said:"

"What the HELL is wrong with you?? You don't actually race cars, do you?" "...No." "Then WHY would you challenge me to a car race? You could've DIED, Cooper! That was so so SO dumb. Why would you lie like that?" "I know. I'm sorry. Honestly, I was really just trying so hard to impress you." "Yeah, well it didn't work."

"Thank God Cooper is okay. He is such a cute and sweet and genuine guy, so it's so disappointing he'd try and be someone else just to impress me. I really wanna keep him around, but I can't do that if he won't let me get to know the real him. Looks like I have a really hard decision to make tomorrow."

Next week, on the Bachelorette! It's the first rose ceremony and TWO bachelors will be going home. Who will it be? And who are you hoping will go all the way?? Let us know NOW to make sure your favorite guy gets his rose and a step closer to winning Aja's heart! (Note: Your votes will not actually be used in the elimination process, but maybe we'll show some of the comments to Aja and she'll take them into account. Worth a shot.)

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[nattinatalia]

Urban Wyatt x Reader Instagram AU

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yourusername I know I’ve been m.i.a but I’ve been trying to enjoy my pregnancy without all the toxicity that social media brings. But little babygirl is growing and healthy 🥺💕 papi and I can’t wait to meet her 🥺

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urbanwyatt My girls 🥺😍 I love you mami, and I miss you 😢 can’t wait to be home and love up on you and that beautiful belly 😊😍

yourusername Te amo 😘 miss you more!!!! Hurry home please, I need those big juicy lips 😉 and youuuuuu 🥰

yourbestiename My two little besties 🥺las bebecitas 🫶🏻 also I did a good job at taking these pictures, I’ll even say I can take your mans job on tour 😉

yourusername te queremos mucho beba. Biiiitchhhh, you did a great job but no one can take my mans job 💅🏼 💁🏻‍♀️

urbanwyatt That’s right mami let her ass know

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cozane Damn you’re huge from the last time I seen your annoying ass

cozane I just got smacked by Urb and Jack, apparently you don’t tell a pregnant person they’re huge?

yourusername I REALLY DO HATE YOUR AVATAR ASS!!!!! You’re off the list of potential godfather. But also, I agree I am bigger, that just means little mama is growing 😊 but next time don’t say anything

jackharlow HE SHOULDN’T EVEN BE ON THE LIST. I SHOULD BE NUMBER ONE AND THE ONLY ONE!!! I GAVE YALL MY FIRST BORN 😒😒

yourbestiename Ohhh YOU gave them our first born? Because if I recall you wanted someone else as nino, it was ME who decided on Urby and Y/N 🫶🏻 mentiroso 🤥

urbanwyatt Interesting 🤔

ynupdates I’m so happy you’re taking time to enjoy this, especially with stass and her bullshit

yourusername Especially THAAAT!!!! I had enough of her, blocked her ass. I don’t need that in my life. My man and I are solid, we’re excited for baby girl to be here, we don’t have time for obsessed girls.

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urbanwyatt Loving up on my two little mamas as much as I could before leaving for tour 🥺💗

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yourusername I love youuuu 🥺💗 can’t wait to see your sexy ass 👁🫦👁

urbanwyatt Te amo 💗 soon my baby 🤞🏼

urbanandynupdates sooo when are you proposing?

urbanwyatt I was going to but y/n said she would throat punch me if I proposed while she’s pregnant. We have never spoken about getting married because we just enjoy the present.

cozane & because if he does she’ll think he’s only doing it because they’re having a baby

yourusername You’re annoying, why are you answering for me???? @ cozane 😭😭😭😭😭 but yea to all of that

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yourusername Double date, but seems like these two are on their own date 😂

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yourbestiename They been on tour together these last couple of months and they can’t leave each other’s side, SEND THEM BAACK!!!!! 😭😭😭😭

yourusername Seriously 🙄

druski2funnny 💀 They don’t want y’all annoying asses

urbanwyatt Mamiiii 😩😤

yourusername 🙈

jackharlow & what about it?

yourbestiename What about it? Go stay at Urbs place tonight, y/n, the kids and I will cuddle up and watch movies tonight.

jackharlow WAIT NO!!!! I need my babies 🥺☹️

yourbestiename That’s what I thought 😂

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[universalistotalis]

All for the best (Part 2)

Meian Shugo x Reader (HAIKYUU!!! Timeskip)

WC: 1.5k

Hi. It’s me again. And guess what I have for you??? HAHAHAHAHA I was about to leave that story be but you guys convinced me otherwise! I’m so happy you liked that angsty story so here’s the part two. Now, the ending for the both of them, I’ll leave that up to you. Tell me in the comments! This turned out longer than I expected but oh well! Love y’all to bits, srsly!!! 🤗💕

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Part 1

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It was at a restaurant where Meian Shugo’s world stopped turning.

The place hasn’t changed at all since your first date. Even he was sitting on the same corner, same spot, had the same view of the sunny streets. His nostrils breathed the same coffee scent and the cushions had the exact same textures to them. But what changed was that, for the first time, he completely melted at the sight of you.

You were approaching him with slow, shy steps. Kind eyes and a small smile greeted him with a softness that’s enough to warm his chest. You were glowing, blooming like a fresh flower in spring, and he knew everyone in the room saw that.

“Hi, Meian. Thanks for meeting me here.” You started as you stood in front of him.

As if breaking out of a trance, he stands up abruptly, towering over to your side and gently pulls a seat out for you.

“I should be the one to thank you for reaching out.” He replied bashfully, as he motioned for you to sit.

He tried to remain composed as you raised your eyebrow at his actions because he knows… He knows he wasn’t like this before. He may have behaved like a gentleman then but only when he wanted to. He knows he wasn’t consistent and he often acted hot and cold towards you. He knows where he went wrong. He had a whole year to think and analyze the relationship while he was waiting for you to be ready to face him.

And god please… please be ready and willing to accept him again.

You’re a smart woman. That’s one of the things he loved about you. You’re quick-witted and so aware of everything that he wasn’t surprised that you saw right through him, even before he recognized the truth himself. And most of all, even though he didn’t want to admit it, you’re always right.

You’re right about him loving someone else. Her name was Anissa Okada. The girl’s face tormented him for years and he tried to see glimpses of her in you. He tried to replace your face with hers every time he looked at you. He tried to find connections, even the tiniest of details, just so that he can hold onto the fantasies of what could have been because he couldn’t have her.

And he never felt emptier and guiltier.

To add to the worsening injury, he thought that a ring would end his sufferings. He thought that he would be secured with a kind-hearted, honest girl like you who’s so head-over-heels in love with him. You would never leave at this point. And he thought he’ll adapt eventually to this whole situation. But that was what he wanted to believe.

As you said your orders to the waitress, he couldn’t help but stare now. Why? Why didn’t he see you before? Why did he choose you to play with? Why didn’t he give you his full attention?

“So…” You grinned, clasping your hands together as you faced him. “How’s life treating you so far?”

“Like shit.” He shrugged, trying to cover and keep calm the electrifying nerves that threaten to shut him down. Their only trigger? Your smile.

“Hey, don’t say it like that. Your team’s advancing to the olympic finals, right?” Your light reprimanding tone hasn’t changed one bit and that hit him with nostalgia.

“Yeah, I know. And yes, we are.” He said wistfully, lost in your eyes. “I didn’t mean to sound ungrateful, I’m sorry. The team’s been doing really well and so far we didn’t make much mistakes in the matches. I hope we remain in this condition until the end.”

“Well, that’s a relief. I hope you’ll win a medal. You and all the boys deserve it. Just don’t overwork yourselves though, we don’t want those nasty injuries.” You smiled.

“Thank you.” He says gratefully. “But enough about me, what about you? I see you’re doing well.”

And with that, your whole mood changed. Your eyes brightened, posture opened, and you shone with happiness. Were you always this passionate? Meian never met someone as genuine and as spirited as you are now. He couldn’t help but bask in your radiance and absorb some of your happy energy.

“Oh Meian, you wouldn’t believe!” You squeaked in glee. “I got accepted in the job I’ve been dreaming of for years! I started 9 months ago and it’s doing great!”

Meian’s smile wavered slightly but he remembered to keep it intact. Because fuck him!!! If he knew that the job you kept talking about before would make you this happy, he would have allowed you to work in a blink of an eye!!! But what did he do? He restricted you because he was so sure that he could provide for the both of you and more.

Fuck, you selfish bastard.

“Really? That’s great!” He cheered, heart clenching at the twinkle in your eyes. That’s what he deprived you of. “Tell me more. Tell me everything.”

So you did. All the while, he couldn’t contain the jumble of his feelings inside his chest. He was so proud and he wanted to show the world how lucky he was to have you. How lucky he was to be in a presence of such a beautiful and successful woman. But he felt a mix of guilt and loneliness knowing that you became like this without him.

It may have been hours but the both of you bickered non-stop as if it was the first stage of getting to know each other. Your stories continued on and god was your voice soothing all his demons. He missed you so much that half a meter of a distance was much too far for him. He needed to feel you, he needed to be with you. Blood rushed cold in his head at his longing so without much thinking, he blurted out, “When are you coming home?”

Your smile faded and your expression morphed into worry and then… into pity. “Oh, Meian. I—“

Shit. He knew what was coming. He knew there would be destruction so he had to do whatever it takes for you to reconsider wrecking havoc on his heart. “Wait. Before you say anything…”

He licked his lips then reached for your hands. “You were right. About everything. It wasn’t you at first and I am sincerely sorry for using you like that. I really am. I’ve had a year of contemplating my actions and there isn’t a day that I do not regret taking advantage of your love. But give me one last chance, baby, and I promise I wouldn’t waste whatever you give me. Believe me, I’m all yours now, I’d do anything for you, I’m at your disposal, just please… be with me. I truly love you.”

He would beg on his knees if he had to. He was ready to do just that and the squeeze that you gave him ignited a fire of hope.

“Meian, I didn’t call you here to start over.” You slowly told him. “I came here to set you free.”

Only for it to be extinguished in a second.

He whimpered your name but you shook your head no.

“It was what I should’ve done before the both of us became this broken. I’m sorry but we’re better off our separate ways.”

“No.” He countered, grip tightening on your fingers. “Please.”

“We can be friends. But Meian, we can’t be together. I can’t do that with you again, I hope you understand.” There was a finality to your tone that hammered at his chest. He really doesn’t have a space in your life anymore. This was the very reality that he begged would never come true.

Desperate was what he was. He was ready to take different measures to take you back. He was ready to propose to you again tonight, to beg you to stay.

His grip tightened on your ring inside his pocket. Of course, he kept it. It was the only thing that bound him to you. He needed you in his life, this, he was so sure of… more than anything. He knew his mistakes and he hoped, prayed, that he would be able to right these… to learn from these… And be a better person, for YOU. To be a better lover, for YOU, for both YOUR relationship.

But fuck you look so happy without him. Was he that selfish before that he deprived you of freedom, of happiness? If he could turn back time, hell, he would give you the world. He'd listen and get to know your deepest desires and fulfill all those!

He would do everything in his power for just an ounce of your love.

So he doesn’t know if what he’ll do now is right. It feels like a stab in the chest but he bets nothing beats the pain that you had endured when you were with him.

So instead he smiles, accepts defeat, and agrees to your terms. He’s engraining everything about you, every second of today, in his mind. He needed all the memory he could get because this may be the last time he’ll ever be this close to you ever again.

He doesn’t want to set you free. That’s the last thing on his mind but he had to consider your feelings… for the first time. It’s excruciating letting go of the silver ring because he knows he’s sacrificing his heart in the process…

But now, it’s for the best.

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Part 1

[wandaromanova]

Anesthesia Antics

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader x Wanda Maximoff

Warnings: cussing, sexual implication

A/N: hello! this was a request! there, i gave y’all fluff so please stop attacking me 😤. happy reading <3

anon requested: heyy congrats on growing so fast! you deserve it! could you possibly write a oneshot with wandanat x fem!reader where reader breaks a bone or needs to get some kind of surgery. So she’s put to sleep with anesthesia but when she wakes up, she acts all goofy and starts to flirt with wandanat who are already in an established relationship. maybe at the end when reader is back to normal and sleeps off the sedative, wandanat invite her into the relationship. much love 💕

Summary: Y/N needs minor surgery after an injury. What happens when she flirts with Wanda and Natasha in her loopy state?

Word Count: 2K

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please do not repost or try and take ownership of my work. reblogs, likes, and comments are always welcome. <3

You were in pretty rough shape right now. You had a broken arm; thanks to Peter. You were older than he was, but you had the exact same humor and youthful playfulness. So, that made you guys unofficial partners in crime.

You both had been messing around with one of Tony’s blasters. Peter had jokingly activated it while you were taking it off and the metal arm flew off of your arm, causing your arm to bend suddenly at an ungodly angle.

Not only did you have a broken arm, but there was now a giant hole in Tony’s lab that you’d both have to fix later.

•❅──────────────── ᗢ ‎────────────────❅•

As soon as Peter realized what happened, he immediately rushed you to the medical wing. Doctor Cho’s eyebrows raised as he carried you in, bridal style.

“What did you guys do now?” Cho asked as she placed her coffee down on the table in front of her. She walked over to your tense form as you writhed in pain, tears threatening to fall from your eyes.

“We were in Tony’s lab and now I potentially have a broken arm. Do we need to say more?” You let out a laugh which was a bad move on your part. The vibration of your laugh shook your arm causing more pain to shoot from your arm and up to your chest.

Cho rolled her eyes before instructing Peter to place you onto the medical table. He put you down roughly and you shot him a glare as you winced.

“Could you be any rougher?” You couldn’t help but laugh at your reference to your favorite show. That only caused more pain to radiate from your arm.

Cho grabbed your arm softly and examined it. She saw one of your bones protruding from your arm and instantly knew what she needed to do.

“Yeah, you have a broken arm, for sure. You’re going to need surgery.” Your eyes widened at the Doctor and she let out a chuckle.

“It’s not anything major. I just need to put your bone back into place so it’ll heal correctly on its own. You’ll be fine.” Cho walked out of the room to grab some extra help while your gaze returned to Peter.

The boy, who was stood beside the bed, rubbed his neck awkwardly.

“I’m really sorry, Y/N. I didn’t know it would hurt you.” You rolled your eyes at the teenager.

“You didn’t think a powerful weapon would hurt me? Aren’t you supposed to be smart?” You replied sarcastically as Peter turned red. Before Peter could form a response, Cho returned to the room.

“Peter, you need to leave now. I’m gonna put Y/N under.” The doctor said as she walked back into the room with a couple of nurses. He nodded his head and walked out of the room.

As the anesthesiologist placed the mask over your face. You counted back from ten and you were out cold as your body went numb.

•❅──────────────── ‎⧗ ────────────────❅•

When you finally came to, you cringed at the bright light above you. Suddenly, the lights dimmed, allowing you to open your eyes fully.

You turned your head to the side and caught sight of Wanda and Natasha stood right next to you.

“Hey, sleepyhead. We heard someone was messing around with Peter and ended up with a broken bone. Do you know who that could be?” Wanda spoke softly as she grabbed your hand in hers. She was gentle, not wanting to cause you any pain.

You smiled goofily as you took in the sight of the two redheads. You wiggled your eyebrows at them.

“I don’t know who that could be, but they’re pretty cool. Breaking a bone? That’s badass.”

The two women let out a laugh as Natasha grabbed two chairs. The witch and the assassin sat down by your bedside.

“Badass? Didn’t realize playing with high tech with a teenager was badass.” Natasha let out sarcastically causing you to pout playfully.

“It’s totally badass! I’m a hot bitch.” Wanda and Natasha were taken aback by your words and they laughed. Natasha rested her hand on your cheek and rubbed it soothingly.

“If it’s any constellation… concentration? No, consolation. You guys are hot bitches too. The hottest hoes to ever exist.” You couldn’t control any of your words as you stumbled over your words. The sight of you confused and trying to correct yourself amused the two women… or ‘hot bitches’… in front of you.

“Hoes? You think we’re hoes?” Wanda jokingly said in mock offense. Your eyes widened as you shook your head frantically in disagreement; not being able to detect the playfulness behind her tone.

“No! Of course not. I was just saying you guys are hot and beautiful. You guys could run me over with a semi-truck and I’d say ‘thank you, please do it again.’

The two redheads were howling with laughter at this point. They’d never seen you like this before and they absolutely loved it. They were never going to let you live this down when you were back to normal.

“We don’t have a semi-truck, honey. Would my Corvette work?” Natasha asked you as she continued to stroke your cheek.

“Any vehicle would work a- as long as you guys are in it.” Wanda placed one of her hands over her mouth to muffle her laughter as Natasha’s moved from your cheek up to your hair.

“So… do you guys come here often?” You attempted to flirt with them. Wanda was still in a laughing fit, so Natasha decided to reply to you.

“Well, we kind of live here, so yes. We come here often, detka (baby).” You smiled widely at the pet name.

“I don’t know what that means. You could be calling me a trash can, but that’s fine. You can call me anything you want as long as it’s in Russian.”

Natasha let out a hearty laugh as her fingers ran through your locks. You closed your eyes and let out a small whine at the feeling.

“Ty krasivaya, detka.” You opened your eyes at Natasha’s words. Wanda and Nat let out small giggles.

“Did you actually call me a trash can?” You stared at the two women in bewilderment and Wanda shook her head at you. She pulled your hand up to her lips.

“No, she said ‘you’re beautiful, baby.’” Wanda then placed a soft kiss against the back of your hand. You blushed as Wanda translated what the assassin said.

“You guys are the beautiful ones. Like please, rail the fuck out of me.” You groaned out frustratedly as Wanda placed another kiss against your skin.

“That can be arranged, darling, but first you have to get better. Wouldn’t want to hurt your arm more.” You felt your heart flutter at Natasha’s words.

“I don’t care if I get hurt. I like the pain.” You exposed yourself accidentally. Wanda and Nat raised their eyebrows at you.

“Noted.” Wanda said as she rested your hand and hers against the bed.

“Does this mean we’re dating now? That would be fucking awesome.” You asked the two women and they smiled down at you.

“It means whatever you want it to mean, but if it’s any ‘constellation’… we think it would be pretty fucking awesome too.” Wanda said as she interlocked her fingers with yours.

“But, we’ll have that conversation as soon as you’re sober again.”

Natasha’s voice lowered as she placed a kiss on the corner of your lips. She moved back, but before she could return to her upright position, you hastily grabbed her by the neck and kissed her.

You would’ve felt the pain if you weren’t doped up still, but even if you could feel it, you wouldn’t care. Natasha’s lips were unbelievably soft and you wanted to kiss her forever.

Natasha pulled your hand off of her neck and sat up. Wanda perched up an eyebrow as she stared at you.

“As hot as that was, I want a kiss too.” Natasha pushed her seat back to allow Wanda some room. The Sokovian stood up and moved to your head.

She leaned down and placed her lips against yours. Hers were just as soft as Natasha’s and she tasted like peaches. It was addicting.

You whined as she pulled away from the kiss. “No, come back.” You mumbled out as you pulled her down by the neck, just like you did with Natasha.

After a few more pecks on the lips, Wanda pulled away and sat down in her chair. The sound of Nat’s chair scraping filled the room as she placed her hand back into your hair.

She scratched your scalp with her fingernails and you couldn’t help but close your eyes at the feeling.

“Get some rest, honey. We’ll be right here when you wake up.” Natasha said as she placed a kiss on your forehead. Wanda kissed your wrist as she rubbed your hand.

“Okay. Goodnight, hot bitches.” You said before you fell asleep quickly. You couldn’t hear them, but they were laughing happily as your sedated self went unconscious.

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As you slept, Wanda and Natasha were overjoyed. They had been crushing on you for a long while now. Ever since you joined the team, they had fallen for your carefree and easygoing personality.

You were the ease that they both lacked in their lives. You were their reminder that life didn’t always have to be so serious.

Although this wasn’t the way they wanted to make you theirs, they now realized they wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.

You had never been more beautiful and adorable to them. Your anesthesia antics melted their hearts and made them fall for you even harder than they ever thought was possible.

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5 hours later

You woke up feeling groggy as hell. You opened your eyes and they fluttered quickly as you adjusted to your surroundings.

You looked down at your hand confused as you felt someone holding it. Your eyes darted down and you realized that Wanda was holding your hand as she rested her head on your bed.

Natasha was leaned back in the chair beside her, looking down at her phone. She looked up at you and smiled as she turned her phone off.

“Good morning sleeping beauty. Are you still loopy?” Natasha asked you. At the sound of Nat’s voice, Wanda’s head shot up. She smiled brightly as she noticed you were finally awake.

“Nope. I’m all good now…” Your voice trailed off as you recalled what had happened a few hours prior. You used the hand that Wanda wasn’t holding to facepalm yourself.

“Oh god… I- I called you guys hot bitches.” The two woman laughed at your embarrassed state. Natasha placed her hand on top of your forearm.

“Not to mention, you kissed us.” You let out a groan as you slid your hand across your face, annoyed with yourself.

“For the record, I may have been doped up, but I truly did mean everything I said and did. Especially what I did.”

You removed your hand from your face and nervously looked between your teammates. They just smiled down at you before Natasha bent down and placed a kiss against your temple.

When she pulled away, your lips curled upward. Your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your chest.

“We meant it too, honey.” Natasha said as her hand went back to your forearm. Wanda placed her hand on your thigh, causing you to look towards her.

“Did you really want to be with us? Cause you know we’d be more than happy to make that happen.”

You blushed at her words as she placed a delicate kiss against your hand.

“Yes, I really do, but…” You tapped your finger against your chin as you pretended to ponder your next words.

“You guys have to kiss me again.” Wanda and Nat laughed before the Sokovian bent down and pressed her lips against yours. Natasha followed right after.

When the assassin pulled away, you kept your eyes closed as a blissed out smile broke out across your face. Your eyes opened when you heard their laughs again.

You pouted, but ended up laughing along with them. You squeezed Wanda’s hand in yours.

“I should break my bones more often, if this is the outcome.” You joked, but they didn’t laugh.

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“No!”

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“Absolutely not.”

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[kpopsnowball]

Boo please, we always got your back please don’t you worry TT 💕💕

Your idea is so cute and it shows what a caring person your are!!

These prompts are amazing btw it’s so hard to choose???

I am thinking Fluff 2+ Angst 30 with WayV Kun (Y’all got me into this)

Or angst 31 with Victon Seungsik

The decision is ready up to you also if you just want to do one of the prompts with one of these two guys - i am fine with whatever appeals to your or comes to you!! Your choice 💕

(If there is anything you need to know about me just text me you know where to find me~)

Love you boo!

- Libra baby✨

Pairing: Kun x reader | Kun x you

Genre: fluff | romance | sweet love

Prompt: “They’re good for each-other.” 

Finally it was the most anticipated day of your life. The one which you had been waiting for past 6 years now. Anticipation, nervousness, overwhelming feelings, every opposite emotions were blending in your heart and running like a bullet train.

It was the 7th time you were looking in the mirror and checking your appearance. Worried about every little thing.

“Do I look okay?” Insecurity rushing in, trying your best to search your best friend’s eyes to find any lies.

“Oh cmmon! This is almost the 100th time I am telling you that you look breathtaking! Do you want me to flatter you like your soon to be husband now” she said and rolled her eyes but with a hint of mischief.

“Shut up! Don’t talk about him like that.” You replied, narrowing your eyes at her, trying to sound offended but just playing along.

She threw her hands up in surrender, arching an eyebrow but her smile giving in.

“Trust me your man is whipped for you. I highly doubt that he’d even get a tiny bit mad at you. He’s just like the icing on the cake, soo very sweet”

You blushed at her comment, his name enough to make your heartbeat race and now recalling back again, you felt nervous.

“I look good, yes, yes I do” you started reaffirming yourself and your best buddy hugged you from behind tightly.

“Don’t worry, everything will be beyond amazing! You both are gonna start a new chapter of your life, so relax, enjoy the moment kiddo”

“I am not a kid!” You glared at her with a small pout but both of you broke in fits of laughter.

“Kun has a full bunch of cuteness in his bag, lucky man” she whispered under her breath and took hold of your arm and with a soft smile lead you out of the room.

You walked down the stairs slowly, trying not to trip in the heavy wedding dress.The white netted gown trailing behind you, giving you an angelic look with the white lily flower crown on your head.

Kun was stunned would be an understatement, he just could not get his eyes off from you. It felt as if everything zoomed on you and all he could see was his soon to be wife. He walked towards you transfixed, his eyes never leaving yours. You wanted to look at him, all of him but his dark brown pools made you trap in them. He held out his hand and you unconsciously took it, the contact bringing butterflies to you. Leading you through the aisle, he held your hands as you both were taking your wedding vows.

The man eyes teared, his orbs glistening in the bright morning. Your eyes locked with his, emotions running haywire yet it was soothing, beautifully so.

“You may kiss the bride” the priest said and with that the man cupped your cheeks, his eyes soft, filled with adoration for you. Closing his eyes, his soft lips met yours, the kiss so gentle and melting.

Untangling from your lips, the man neared over your ear.

“I promise to be yours in our every life to come my love.”

Tears brimmed in your eyes, his words said with utmost sincerity bringing warmth to your heart. Retreating back, the locked gazes once again took vows of togetherness, the ones of eternity and all the eyes present could say only one thing to the now wedded couple.

“They’re good for each-other”

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[pr1ncessm00n]

hey everyone :) a little chat/ serious psa below

sorry for my unannounced hiatus lol- i’ve had a bit much on my plate. but my plate is cleared! i can’t say the last chapter of common sense will come this week because i’m still drafting and i want it to be a perfect, long, ending to this series 💕 it’s my favorite one i’ve written so far so i want to do it, and y’all, justice!

i also started a stan twitter! so if you would like to go ahead and follow that my username is @mikasas2casa (hehe creative ik). i am also on AO3 where i will crosspost my fics! my ao3 used is the same as my tumblr, but i haven’t uploaded anything yet as i’m still trying to make it work. i refuse to join wattpad tho that’s too far gone for me, rip old wattpad you will be missed.

i won president at school!! so that means more responsibility, but hey it’s what i wanted so i’m very pleased :)

serious time…

the only thing i ask is to please not flood my inbox with asks about when i’ll update again lol. i try to be as active as possible but sometimes i just can’t sit and chat or respond to everyone asking me when i’m gonna write. it makes me feel rushed and like i’m only seen as a source of entertainment lol. while i did have sunday as my usual update day, i’ve tried my best to abide by it but i am human and things do come up. which is why i’m letting everyone know ahead of time that this sunday nor this week is a guaranteed publish date. yes i am working hard on it and i have not put it off, but i am also a full time student, work two jobs (one internship which is unpaid), and frankly this is a side hobby for me. it doesn’t mean i don’t love it, but obviously i have priorities and i won’t be able to write if i’m broke and degreeless lol. rudeness doesn’t really get you anywhere besides blocked so i just wanted to make that clear! i also have a bunch of requests to work on so i’m trying my best to provide multiple sources of content. i do enjoy writing but when people send me rude asks or rude messages directly it kind of sucks the fun out of that.

i also want to make it clear that i joined tumblr as a creative outlet and with no intention to gain a bunch of followers or be noticed! and i do appreciate almost 500 followers in such a short time and over 600 notes, i didn’t join for clout at all so not to sound like a total bitch but if this is becoming toxic i won’t hesitate to leave, and then we all lose. so i think it pays off to be nice if im writing something you supposedly want me to continue lol <3

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[jasntodds]

Dare You To Move [17]

Pairing: FWB!Roommate!Tom Holland x Reader

Word count: 5,515

Warnings: Swearing, angst, fluff, smut

Summary: No one said it would be easy

A/N: There is going to be an epilogue but this is the final chapter /chapter/. So, I just wanna say thank you to everyone who’s read this and commented, sent an ask, reblogged, replied, etc. because it seriously means a lot and I’m really proud of this story. Thank you for y’all’s endless support in this fic💕 Please lemme know what y’all think!

prologue || ch. 1 || ch. 2 || ch. 3 || ch. 4 || ch. 5 || ch. 6 || ch. 7 || ch. 8 || ch. 9 || ch. 10 || ch. 11 || ch. 12 || ch. 13 || ch. 14 || ch. 15 || ch. 16 || ch. 17 || epilogue

series masterlist // masterlist

Rushes of anxiety crash through your veins as you knock on the door to the apartment you called home. Music was playing from inside, not too loud but just enough for it to be heard and you knew Tom must be in the living room. And there’s this part of you that’s tugging on the strap of your backpack, looking down the hallway, ready to take off and run back to Harrison’s place. But, you’re frozen in place and the door creaks open, revealing Tom is his usual t-shirt and jeans that hang too low, his hair messy from the day.

Tom’s eyes widen at the sight of you and it’s been two months and it’s like a hurricane just hits him. He wants to hug you and smile and just tell you how much he missed you. You’re his best friend and he’s missed every second you haven’t spoken or see each other. And he wants to kiss you and tell you he loves you because butterflies are just swarming through every part of his body, fluttering and electrifying his bones. But above all that, he wants to scream and yell.

You ignored him for two months. He might have ignored you when you said you loved him the first time but he ignored you for a few minutes, not two months and that’s the difference. Two months is a long time and it’s been a rough two months. His feelings remain but the anger and resentment he feels towards you are hot through his veins, screaming in agony. His best friend didn’t have the decency to speak to him. You couldn’t even give him the rent. All you did was stop by while he was at work and leave it on the table. You went to great lengths to avoid him and now you’re knocking on your own door.

But then you meet his eyes for the first time and you’re the calm in the pouring rain. He’s pissed, he’s broken, and hurt, betrayed but he opens the door for you to come in. He keeps his anger and every loud emotion to himself and chooses to be calm, he shuts the loud off. If he can shut the loud off, he won’t snap because he doesn’t owe you anything. If he lets the heartbreak and everything he’s wanted to say start flowing from his lips, you won’t get anywhere. You left and ignored him, it’s up to you to talk. Tom is just going to let you inside and let it be. As roommates.

“Hey.” He says and he keeps his anger and heartbreak at bay while you come in.

“Hey.” You say, voice quiet as your eyes are on the floor and then there’s just silence.

You walk inside and look around, the kitchen, all clean and same for the living room besides a few pieces of paper laid out on the floor. But, it’s quiet. Tom’s shut the music off and it just feels like the shell of two people, two ghosts who used to live happy and carefree lives. It’s the shell of what could have been and what was. Maybe that’s its own form of heartbreak.

“Are, uh, are you home?” Tom asks, clearing his throat.

You nod, eyes barely glancing to him and you didn’t expect seeing him to hurt like a ton of razor blades to your chest. “Yeah, Harrison, um….” You suck in a breath and you’re trying to find something to say. “He buys the wrong chips.”

Tom scoffs and he can feel the loud and red of emotion start to pound against his skull and chest. “Really? You’re here over…..chips?”

Your eyes are still trained on the floor, not wanting to see the disgust and disappointment in his eyes. “No….” You say quietly and then go silent.

Tom stares back at you before he shakes his head with nothing else to say. He goes to the living room and starts to put the record back before moving to the floor to clean up the sheets off paper that are covered in mismatched lyrics. He doesn’t even glance to you but your eyes are trained on him the entire time, and it’s about to send Tom into a downward spiral.

“Right.” Tom gets up and he finally meets your stare only for you to divert it back to the ground. “Be in my room, rent’s due on the first but you know that.”

Tom starts to make his way to the kitchen, heading towards the hallway and you’re watching him, trying to find anything to say to stop him.

“Tom…” You squeak, making him stop but not look back at you.

There’s a million things you want to say but you don’t know where to begin. You want to apologize but you want to just start rambling and get everything off of your chest. You want to explain yourself and promise that it’ll never happen again. You want Tom to turn around and face you and talk it out so maybe you can speak and just, fix what’s been broken but it’s hard. No one ever said it was going to be easy but no one said it would be this hard either.

“I love you.” You whisper. “In love with you.” You specify and Tom just stands there, back to you for a few seconds more.

He’s wanted to hear it, hear it better than he did the last time he saw you but not now. Now it feels like sour gone bad. It sparks a fire in his stomach and it’s making him want to lose his cool with you. You’ve been friends for years but this is, this is not what friends do to each other.

“You wanna do this now?” Tom spits, turning around to face you.

You nod. “Yeah.”

Tom gestures a hand out. “Okay, what?” He lets out a huff before crossing his arms over his chest.

“You’re gonna be like that? Really?” You ask, brows furrowed together and you want a civil conversation.

Tom’s eyes widen in disbelief. “Be like what?” Tom scoffs. “Be pissed at you? Yeah, pretty sure I’ve got every right to.”

You look to the floor before glancing back to him. “I’m sorry, okay?”

“No, it’s not okay!” Tom feels himself starting to lose the battle to the anger. “I tell you I’m in love you and you go to Harrison’s! You ignore me for two fuckin’ months and show up like it’s never fuckin’ happened! You’re shiting me, ya?”

“I know!” You yell, arms flying out in front of you. “I know, okay? I know I fucked up and I’m sorry!”

“We have a rule.” Tom’s teeth grit. “You wouldn’t even spend a fucking night here after I told you.” His voice cracks and the wave of anger is being washed away with the waves of heartbreak. “You couldn’t stay a night after I told you. Was that some sick payback for when I didn’t say it back?”

Your eyes widen and you take a step forward but Tom takes a step back. “No, no no, never! That was never it. I wouldn’t--”

“You did.” Tom cuts you off. “You did do it. I told you I’m in love you and you left. You ignored me. I told you that I’m sorry for ignoring and I am but for fuck’s sake, I tried to fucking tell you after. I tried to talk to you and you ran away then, too.”

“I was scared, alright?” You fight back and Tom just shakes his head.

“Of what?” He shrugs. “Our friendship ending? Because you’ve done a good job at that so far.”

In the silence of the room that followed that statement, you almost swear the two of you could have heard both of your hearts completely shatter. Tom’s head hangs and your eyes water and the intent was never to ruin your friendship but he’s right. You know he’s right but you never thought he’d ever dream of saying it. And Tom knows it’s true but he didn’t mean to say it. He’d never intentionally say something like that to you but he did. And he can’t take it back.

“I was scared of you.” You mutter, a few tears falling onto your cheeks.

Tom’s head lifts as he looks at you. “Me?”

“I know, I told you and you’re right, I’m a shit friend about this.” You sigh, wiping your eyes. “I shouldn’t have told you before. I had bad timing and you deserve better than that.”

Tom can feel what’s coming. He knows you’re going to go on a rant about how he deserves better because he’s had the same discussion with Harrison and himself about you. Tom’s always felt you deserve better than him for one reason or another and he doesn’t want to listen to you think anything less.

“Don’t say it.” Tom says.

“No, it’s true. You deserve better than me.”

Tom shakes his head. “It’s….”

“Are you gonna stand there and tell me you deserve someone who ignores you for two months, completely ignoring and disregarding your feelings?” You cross an arm over your chest.

Tom shakes his head once more. “No….but--”

“Okay.” You clear your throat. “You obviously deserve someone better who can tell you how they feel but also, you deserve better than me before any of that. And I don’t mean that in a way of I'm not good enough because I know I’m pretty and smart and damn good at my job and I’m passionate and creative and usually a decent friend but not in comparison to you. You are so okay with just being you, living here, playing your music in some run-down bar because it’s what you love. You’ve never even questioned it. You love your radio show and that’s it. You’re so happy just being and I don’t know how you do it. I'm happy with what I have and who I am but I don’t know how you can be so happy and not wonder if you’re wasting your life. You’re not, I don’t think so, but I don’t get how you can just do that and you deserve someone who understands that.”

Tom takes a step forward. “I...it doesn’t bother me, y/n.” Tom says and the anger and heartbreak is just being filled with sadness and empathy. “It’s never bothered me that you’ve wanted to quit certain jobs because you deserve better. You don’t have to get me with this, ever. I admire you for wanting more, expecting more because you know you’re good.”

“But it’s different.” You argue with frustration in your voice.

“How?”

“It just is, I don’t know.”

“It’s not different. I don’t fuckin’ care about it. You support me, that’s what I give a shit about.” Tom’s voice is stern.

“But I care! I care about it! And it’s more than that, too.”

“What more, y/n?” Tom almost yells, trying to get everything out of you.

“I just, I almost died and ya know, the only thing I was thinking about is you? I thought about my family, sure, but I thought about you. I thought about if you were in the building, if you were outside and if you’d try to get in, what would happen to you if you were inside, what if you were with us when it had happened, what if there was another explosion and it hit you. Okay, that’s what I thought about. I could have died and I was trapped and you were my only fucking thought. That’s terrifying.” Your voice quivers with your last words.

“I’m sorry it happened.” Tom says. “I am, but, you being scared, that doesn’t justify what you did.”

He understands what you’re saying but that part of him that denied being in love with you is blinding him all over again, this time with your point. It’s not about him being in love with you, not fully, it’s where your mind falls. It’s that, even in life or death situations, you can’t think about yourself because Tom clouds your thoughts. He’s always in the forefront of your mind and it’s terrifying to think you might really need him, or anyone, to live.

“Are you listening?” You scream, the frustration clear in your voice.

“Yes! Are you listening to me?” Tom spits back. “I’m in love with you and you walked out and broke my heart. I’m listening, loud and bloody clear and being scared is no fuckin’ reason to ignore me for two fucking months! I’m sorry but it’s not fair to me!” Tom takes another step forward, the broken pieces pulling him to the only person who put them back together.

“Tom!” You yell, your voice desperate to get him to stop.

“Let me finish! I can’t breathe without you and it fuckin’ sucks but I didn’t run from you. You’re my best friend above everything else and I need you here and you left! You left me and didn’t give me an explanation!” His voice cracks and it just hurts the both of you more.

“I told you I needed time!” You try to defend with a step forward.

“Yeah, heat of the moment but a fuckin’ text would have been fine. Let me know you’re alive and you don’t hate me!” Tom’s face is red with a mixture of pain and anger, veins sticking out from his neck and eyes glossing over.

“You think I hate you?” The brokenness of Tom's voice is like shards of glass through your chest.

“Because I could never hate you." You say, voice quiet but honest and your brows are furrowed in heartbreak. "Do you hate me?”

“What?” Tom takes a few steps forward. “No, of course not.”

The words float the air between you and it’s as if the anger has been let out with the simple confirmation. Tom’s hurt and he’s tired of being afraid and hearing about being afraid of one thing or another. Being afraid or anything shouldn’t stop two people and sure, his fear stopped him first but now it’s you. And he’s so hurt by what you did, it’s hard for him not to hate you but he doesn’t. And he could never hate you. He hates what you did but that’s it and people make mistakes. You hated what he did to you. He can move past it.

“There’s more, ya know?” You offer with sad eyes.

“More to why you left?”

“Yeah.”

Tom runs a hand through his hair and there’s nothing you could say that would justify your actions and that’s not what you’re trying to do. You’re just trying to tell him exactly what was going on in your head. It’s what he deserves.

“Okay.” Tom sighs, nodding and allowing you to finish.

“You said you couldn’t breathe without me.” You state, a fragileness to your voice.

“That?” Tom questions. “I didn’t mean it--”

“No,” You stop him. “I know what you meant when you said it and that’s….I mean,” You stumble for words. “You said you need me.”

“You’re my best friend, ‘course I need you.” Tom says, the words flowing so easily through his lips.

“Yeah, well that’s my problem. That’s the main reason I left. I needed you and you told me you loved me and it scared me. I almost died and thought of you. And it scared me. Whenever anything happens, I think of you. Whenever I need anything, I think of you and when I want something, I think of you. It’s always you and I have been so fucking dependant on you because I love you that I didn’t know what to do, okay?” Frustration breaks the fragileness but it’s not towards Tom, it’s towards yourself.

“It’s okay to need people, y/n.”

“No, it is but it’s not for me. Not the way I felt I needed you. I thought I needed you to live and do everything. You even made me food all the time because I’m terrible at it. I’m bad at something and instead of trying to be better, you do it. You do everything for me and I love you for it. I do but I need to do things on my own.”

“You do my laundry. You’ve cleaned my room before without being asked. You do the dishes for me. You do a lot for me, too. We both do things for each other. That’s not co-dependency, that’s being friends and roommates.” Tom tries to reason.

“I know, I know, but I just…..I felt like I actually needed you to do anything and I was scared and I didn’t want you to be the same way. I didn’t want you to need me. What would either of us do without the other if we needed each other? We’d be fucked and I couldn’t do that to you and I couldn’t do that to myself. I want you and I have always wanted you but I needed to know I didn’t need you to be me. I needed to know I could myself without you.”

“I don’t need you like that.” Tom says. “I don’t but…” Tom trails off, still processing your words.

It makes sense. It does. It’s not healthy to actually need someone to live unless there’s a medical reason but two people under these circumstances, shouldn’t need each other to be able to function. You have to be your own person first and foremost.

“But what?” You grow nervous once more with the pause.

“But, maybe you make a good point. We’ve become a routine and it was hell the first two weeks. Absolute fuckin’ hell, I wanted to hate you. I tried to hate you because it hurt so fuckin’ bad but I went to work and I played shows and I went home to London and it didn’t hurt as bad. It still hurt because I’m in love with you but you’re my best friend but it’s not as bad as it was and I don’t need you to live but I really, really want you to be in my life.”

You nod, your heart starting to thunder in your chest as you hope this is the start of something progressive, “And I want you in mine. I can live without you but I don’t want to.”

Tom stares back at you, eyes softening but he doesn’t say anything else. He waits for you to continue because it’s not about justification or excuses, it’s just about what you think about each other and it’s about apologies and how to move forward. Tom has said everything he needed to and it still hurts a little because you screwed him over but the hurt will fade just as yours did with him. People mess up, sometimes it’s really bad and it hurts a lot of people, but everyone messes up and if they can’t apologize and learn from that and get a second chance, what’s the point?

“Um,” You look to the floor. “I’m sorry and I’m in love with you and I should have texted you and if I could go back and redo it, I would. I would text you and tell you that I’m scared but that I love you. I would do it differently, better and I promise, I won’t do it again but if you don’t want to forgive me, I understand and I can leave. I can go to my parents’ house if being with Harrison is too complicated since he’s your friend, too but I just needed to come and--”

You’re just rambling on and on while Tom lets you. Your words are laced in honesty and sincerity with hints of heartbreak and sadness and guilt. You just keep apologizing and saying you know it’s not an excuse, you should have done better. Tom agrees but his timing could have been better. Maybe had he listened to Harrison in the first place, you wouldn’t have taken two months. You did say you weren’t sure about your life that night and then Tom springs this on you.

It’s a waste of life to sit on feelings that could be out there. People shouldn’t live with the thought of thinking someone might die but that’s the reality. People don’t always come home and it’s better to tell someone they’re loved than to go on hiding it. It’s better to listen and forgive than hold a grudge when it’s someone they care about. Life is too short to hold onto feelings and anger when everything can be talked out and taken care of. It’s too short to remain angry.

It’s not Tom’s fault but maybe, just maybe, it’s not completely yours. You both messed up one time or another. You both hurt each other to protect yourselves and then you both came back, putting your hearts at risk for the other. Everyone makes mistakes. And you’re no different, Tom isn’t any different so Tom moves closer to you.

You’re still rambling just watching Tom close the distance between you and you keep talking as he cups your face and captures your lips with his. Your eyes shoot open, surprise taking over your body but your heart just beats in your chest as fast as it can and it’s got you frozen in place, scared to make a move in case this isn’t real and it’s some form of a dream. But, Tom pulls away, hands still on your cheeks and the once cold and venomous expression has changed to one of contentment.

“You hurt me.” Tom whispers. “I hurt you and no one said this would be easy.”

The shock starts to wear off and you rest your forehead against his. “But we don’t leave and we work through it and we don’t hurt each other again.” Your words held at the same whisper as Tom’s.

“Yeah, we move on from it.” His eyes meet yours and your heart is screaming for him because you really thought you ruined everything but Tom, he knew he could never stay mad at you once you apologized.

“So...we….we’re okay?” You ask.

Tom smiles for the first time since seeing you. “We’re okay, darlin’.”

You smile and pull him for another kiss only to break it a second later. “Oh, wait.”

“What?” Tom quirks a brow, heart sinking and dreading what else you could say.

“Um, I told Harrison.” You say nervously.

“Told him what? About us?”

“Yeah, I told him about how I told you I loved you and all that and so ya know, I ended up telling him he’s been right the whole time.” You ramble and you’re waiting for Tom to pull away and take this all back but he doesn’t.

He laughs.

Your favorite sound fills the room and his forehead rests onto yours. “Thank fuck. I swore I thought I was gonna be the one to slip.”

“You’re not mad?” You ask, voice laced in surprise.

“No,” Tom chuckles. “I’ve been wanting to tell him since we started.” There’s an uncontrollable shit-eating grin taking over Tom’s face.

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

Tom shrugs. “You wanted to keep it a secret, you had a reason. I didn’t really have one for wanting to tell him.”

“You? Not have a reason for something? Bullshit.”

Tom chuckles. “Alright, I wanted to talk ‘bout you.”

“You did?”

“Yeah! Why are you so surprised?” Tom pulls his head away, hands moving to your waist.

“I don’t know.” Heat creeps onto your face. “I just...I don't know. So, you’re not mad?”

Tom shakes his head, melodic chuckles falling from his lips. “Relieved.” He sucks in a breath and gives a half-shrug. "In fact, I could teach you how to cook so you won't need me to make food for you." He's teasing you, eyes widening and a smirk covering his face but you’ve got him beat.

"It's okay, living with Harrison actually made me learn how to follow a recipe because I thought I was going to starve to death or literally eat so many eggs, I thought I'd turn into a chicken." Your eyes are wide as if to be in fear.

Tom laughs, nose scrunching and eyes crinkling. "So proud of you." His tone is mocking but you can't be bothered, you’ve missed this.

Your head falls forward, a weight lifting off your chest. “Well, in that case,” You suck in a breath and bite your lip, sliding your hands around the back of his neck. “Can I kiss you, Tommy?”

Tom’s smile is wide before he presses his lips to yours once more, this time you kissing him back. You hum against him as Tom pulls you impossibly close to him and it’s like everything was worth it.

His lips are moving against yours, deepening every kiss and you’re letting yourself melt into him and it’s so worth. Every tear and ache of your hearts, it’s worth it. It’s worth it as Tom leads you to his bedroom and you’re both trying to strip your clothes, getting stuck and nearly tripping while bursting into fits of laughter. Everything that’s been broken and mended has been worth getting here, the two of you melting into the bed as if two beating hearts coming together for the first time.

Tom’s lips are attached to your neck while one hand kneads your breast and your nails scratch his back slightly, ankles wrapped around his thighs to pull him closer to you. Tom kisses his way from your neck to your lips before resting his already sweaty forehead against yours.

His eyes are dark brown, darker than normal with lust and happiness and it’s got a way of making your stomach and heart just want to explode from the love you feel for him. Your skin tingles and a smile comes to your face, Tom matching the same expression before kissing your lips sweetly and thrusting into you.

Your mouth hangs open as a gasp comes from your mouth, fingers digging into Tom’s shoulders. Tom kisses your cheek before moving back to your forehead, keeping his thrusts deliberate and steady, not focusing on getting off but just being in the moment with you. His hands reach for yours, interlocking your fingers and his thrusts increase.

Sheer layers of sweat soon cover your bodies and your hearts are racing with Tom’s ever-growing sloppy thrusts as he starts to approach his high and you can feel yourself not far from your own and this is so much better than any other time the two of you had sex.

You’ve been having sex for years now, not continuously with your other relationships but still, it’s been years and every time it’s fun, exciting, good, it’s always been good but there’s something different about this sex. The sex that’s just the two of you, giggling when you knock teeth or quick pecks the other expects to be long and deep. It feels like there’s actually something passionate there because there is.

Feelings are exposed and they’re mutual and everything is just aired out and it was rocky. It’s been a hurricane but now it’s the calm when the sun comes out and everything is there, peaceful and even beautiful. There’s plenty to work on and fix, but the storm is over.

Tom’s hips rut against yours as you both moan out each other’s names, toes curling and nails digging each other’s hands as your highs hit. Gasps consume the room as you come down and then there’s some quiet laughter from the two of you, Tom kissing the very tip of your nose and you scrunching it in response.

Tom rolls off you and the two of you work on cleaning yourselves, Tom hitting the bathroom first to dispose of the condom and you to go to one of his drawers. The corners of your lips pull up as you open one of the drawers to see wrinkled t-shirts, all folded half-assed. You pick up one of the black ones and it smells like him. It smells like home and all you can do is sigh in contentment and thank the universe for him before you move to your own room to grab fresh underwear.

By the time you’re done, Tom’s out of the bathroom, allowing you inside. Tom grabs his own clothes, the usual blue plaid pajama pants and a fresh pair of Calvin Klein boxer briefs. Once he’s clothed, he heads to the hallway and picks up your discarded clothing, bringing the clothing back to his own room and putting them in the hamper. And by the time he’s laid back on his bed, you’re walking into the doorway of his room.

“Borrowed my shirt.” Tom quirks a brow.

“Do you mind?” You ask, tugging slightly on the hem.

“‘Course not.” Tom grins, extending an arm and welcoming you into his bed for the first time in two months.

You beam once more as you walk into his room and your stomach swirls with nervous butterflies, just like it did the first few times you ever shared a bed. It’s like everything is new and exciting again but this time? This time you don’t have to keep it a secret. You can scream everything from the rooftops and hickies won’t be lied secrets, denying each other’s names. There’s no more hiding.

“I love you.” Tom says, his voice more cheerful than it has been in months while his arm holds you close, your head his chest.

“I love you, too.” You say back, smile still splitting your face as your fingers dance across his relaxed abs.

You can hear his heartbeat and it’s so calm. It’s beating faster than normal but you like it, it’s calming. It means he’s just as nervous and happy as you are and it’s like every broken piece the other shattered is being mended together like nothing ever happened. And it makes you wonder why Tom never said it before.

“Hey,” You turn over, resting a hand on his chest and laying your chin on top of your hand to look up at Tom. “That picture you gave me, what was that?”

Tom’s cheeks turn a vibrant shade of red. “Told you, I’ve always been in love with you.” His eyes are gentle and loving as he brushes a strand of hair from your face.

“So, all that stuff you told me at the wedding?” You raise a brow in curiosity.

“Was talkin’ bout you.” Tom laughs, chest rumbling under your hand.

“Tom!”

“You asked! I wasn’t ready to tell you!” Tom continues to laugh as he looks down at you.

“Now I just feel stupid.” You mock.

“Psh,” Tom scoffs. “How long you know you were in love me then? I’d no clue until you told me.”

“Comic book store, right before it closed.” You say without question and Tom’s brows just furrow in confusion.

“Why?”

“I don’t know.” You laugh. “There was just something about that day and about you and it’s kind of the time that I realize I might really love you. You were reading a Spider-Man comic, big surprise there, and you were so enthralled in something that wasn’t music and it just, it made me happy. But,” You pause and a shy smile takes over. “The first time you played your version of Photograph, that was when I knew for sure.”

“Yeah?” Tom asks, hand rubbing your back. “Why?”

“I thought of you and not because you were singing but because the song always makes me think of you.” You say with honestly and Tom's eyes are so soft looking down at you and he knows that the heartbreak he experienced was worth getting here. “What about you? Why the snow?”

Tom sighs. “You were so happy that day and I thought about you.” Tom says, smile coming to his face. “You looked at the snow like it were something magical and I knew I wanted you to look at me that way. Now, every time it snows I think of you, even when I hate the fuckin’ snow, I think of you and I don’t hate it anymore.”

“I think that’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard.”

Tom huffs, timid smile on display. “Yeah, well it’s true.”

“Well, now what?” You ask.

“Mm,” Tom hums, eyebrows wiggling. “We’re doing this a little backwards but think I’d be asking you on a date or to just be my girlfriend?”

“Guess it’s up to you?” You offer with the bite of your lip.

“Do you wanna go on a date with me and be my girlfriend?” Tom asks, and his tone is slightly mocking but there’s still hope in his words.

“Absolutely.” You laugh and the two of you seal it with a deep kiss, Tom’s hand caressing your cheek.

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