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bealovesmarauders · 1 year

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Heyyy! You said you were writing for Gilmore Girls, are you writing for Jess? If so, could you please write headcanons for him or anything you want to write really. If you don’t want it its okay ofc💕

grumpy x sunshine / jess mariano

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jess mariano x reader (headcanons)

wc: 700

a/n: thank you so much for requesting!! yes i do write for jess!! one of my fave bfs other than james potter and gilbert blythe. they’re all so<33 i’m absolutely obsessed with the grumpy x sunshine trope rn and jess with that seems perfect so that’s what im gonna write about if thats ok!!

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jess has always been the bad boy of stars hollow since he moved. that is a fact. and when he meets you it completely throws him off because how can someone be so happy and sweet, and so beautiful at the same time?

obviously he’s not known for being optimistic… so when you meet him while working at luke’s, you try to make it your personal mission to have jess smile at least once a shift

luke thinks it’s great that you two have to work together because jess badly needs a good influence, and you’ve known luke since you were young so you’re completely and entirely trusted with the shop when luke goes fishing and whatever

jess is astounded

and then the way you treat the customers

even kirk likes you- he thinks you’re a wonderful break from whatever the hell luke’s attitude is

you’ve memorized everyone’s regular orders and never fail to serve someone without a smile on your face

at first it kinda pissed jess off tbh because he thinks it’s an act and not genuine

but as he gets to know you better he realizes that you’re just a really lovely sunshiney person no matter what, and hey, maybe you’re rubbing off on him a bit after all

one time he leaves his book at the counter while he’s on a break and you run up to the apartment to give it to him, even though there’s a backlog of customers

“you forgot your book downstairs”

he kind of stares at you, a smile creeping up

“thanks”

“you’re welcome”

more awkward pauses

“you should really use a bookmark, you know, it’s bad for the pages if you bend them like that”

“you read?”

“yeah. you should really start a new book, though. that one had a super unsatisfying ending”

“oh yeah?”

that’s when everything changes for him

the next shift he comes to work on your day off and you’ve left him a small package beside the coffee machine with his name in cursive on it

it’s a book

your handwriting is inside the front cover with a little note to him

‘for jess, this is my favorite book, don’t bend the pages please :)’

and then there’s a homemade bookmark

from then on you guys start trading books

and he starts smiling at you more

you guys get closer and more attached, working perfectly in sync at the diner- you’ll have the fries done at the same time he’s grilled a burger, so that everything stays warm for the customers

jess also starts doing more little things for you: wiping down the counter, helping clean up so you can go home earlier, giving you all the tips in the tip jar even though technically he deserves half

until one day you come into work late, eyes rimmed with red, furiously blinking tears away

he’s never seen you like this, so obviously he has to fix it

because you’re y/n l/n. you’re the sunshine of stars hollow

lorelai and rory are there, and so he asks lorelai to help man the coffee

jess takes you upstairs to his room, away from prying eyes, and asks you what’s wrong, cause he can tell

you just burst into tears

“hey hey hey, you’re okay, what’s wrong?”

cue protective jess.

through the tears you tell him how you’re overwhelmed with school, homework, the pressure to get into a good university, and how you feel like you’re supposed to handle it all by yourself

jess knows it’s not the time for wisecracks

so he wipes away the tears from your cheeks and listens as you talk

when you’ve calmed down, you hug him as a thank you

jess has never really been hugged before. luke and his mom aren’t very affectionate, especially physically

when you finally pull away, his touch lingers

and you kiss him on the cheek very quickly

that’s when jess knows you’re the one

you’ll always be his sunshine, even through both of your worst moments

and he knows he’s going to spend the rest of his life with you, and devote his days to hearing you laugh

but that’s a story for another time

i hope you like this!! thanks so much for requesting, sorry if this got a bit long or if it’s not what you're looking for. likes and reblogs are appreciated! <33

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baziutawrites · 1 year

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I HAVE SUCH A GOOD SCENARIO IN MIND PLS LISTEN 🤭

ok so the reader is doing xaviers joker makeup for the poe cup, and shes like on top of him yk? just make it a lot of teasing and smut while shes doing hes makeup. also the thought of sub xavier and his smudged joker makeup is making me giggle 🤭🤭

Alright, I don't know if this is what you had in mind, babez, but here goes nothing, click the link below:

Priorities

My mind went for a connection between the two already posted fics. I'll update my masterlist in order of "the events" (who am I kidding, there's barely any plot in this pron, but still). I think they still can be read as standalones but my mind is happy how they turned out to connect with each other.

#xavier thorpe fanfic #xavier smut #xavier thorpe x oc #xavier thorpe smut #sub!xavier thorpe #xavier thorpe #first request omg

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sxtja090 · 19 days

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Hello! Just want ask u drawing Lord Raiden more 😩 You draw him very cool!

Had fun drawing this, hope you like it as much as I do!

the amount of art of Raiden in his Alt costume from Deadly Alliance is criminal, so I took liberty and drew this because HAVE YOU SEEN HIM?? Kid me would be so proud :,)

Had to open MK:DA on my PS2 for the reference but I couldn't for the life of me figure out what the letters on his hat strap is (clearly my 5 years of Chinese classes failed me..)

+ reqs are still open on my profile!

#mortal kombat #mortal kombat fanart #mortal kombat deadly alliance #lord raiden #mk raiden #raiden mortal kombat #raiden mk #raiden mkda #omg is that even a tag??#omg im the first one LOL #ppl pls draw more of this im begging #art #fanart #art requests

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bnnyteef · 4 days

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Can I request another if you do just Shane wearing Ella's hat?

You don't have to do it if I'm asking too much...

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That’s never too much to ask omg!! Hehe I hope you enjoy him all embarrassed and cute

#when I tell you I almost did exactly that in your first request omg #great minds think alike I see I see #request #art #digital art #fanart #stardew valley #sdv shane #sdv #my art #sdv fanart #shane

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dailyclassicwho · 1 year

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@walks-the-ages requested Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart being bewildered and skeptical in The Three Doctors

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putting-kinito-in-places · 6 days

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Deltarune?

Hiii, this is the mod who made the Undertale one! Hope you like this, Anon!!!! ^_^

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belovedjeju · 4 months

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Hi there Bunny~

It's finally nice to see another writer who writes for SWF2 🥹. May I ask for a Fluffy Tatter X Fem reader imagine? Maybe something like reader gets into a minor accident? (If it's not too much to ask)

And Tatter take cares of you, just pretty much babies you.

-awisespirit 🍵

Omg hiii! I had a lot of fun with this one so thanks for the request bunny🫶🏿🫶🏿. I didn’t know what kinda accident you were referring to so I just took some creative liberties on that part 😁😁

Word count:~2.1k

Tw: Fluff, slightly suggestive but nothing you need to tilt your nose up at

Note: Any relation to any real person or place is purely coincidental and is not indicative of any real person’s personality or life.

You should get the award for the clumsiest bitch on Earth.

You’re currently laying on the floor, commiserating in your own misery. Why, you ask? Well, when you’re having the worst day of your life, laying on the floor is really the best thing to do.

First, you had prepared to go to campus to take your final exam for your least favorite class, Math, with your least favorite teacher, Kim Eun Soo, only to find out that it had started thirty minutes earlier, and you only had two hours left to take a 200 question exam.

Then, you get called in by your boss to come in to the shop at the last minute, because one of your coworkers quit and there was no one else to pick up the shift. On the way there, you wasted hot coffee all over your lap, and had to use one of the pants in the store, which is definitely “coming out of your paycheck”, according to your lovely boss. You then proceed to be berated by a customer for not having the size of pants she wanted, because you had taken the last pair just five minutes prior.

As you bowed in apology, your coworker was coming by with the grabber used to get clothes off of the higher racks, and it hit you in the back of the head when you were standing up, causing you to smack your head on the counter in front of you.

So, you proceeded to spend the rest of your shift with a raging headache and once that was done, you had to drive all the way back home with your dirty jeans that were making your car smell like old coffee.

You were so ready to lay down in bed and decompose silently, but of course, luck just wasn’t on your side, because as you entered your kitchen to fix yourself some water, the kitchen sink didn’t want to work.

You would turn it on and off, but nothing would come out, which was worrying because you didn’t feel like spending money to get it fixed, thirstiness be damned. Just when you were about to give up and go about your business, the spout suddenly burst, shooting water right in your face. You screamed as water rushed out, spilling all over the counter, the floor, and of course, you.

Thankfully, you were able to shut it off quickly, but as you were wiping off the counters, you ended up slipping, foot caving in and falling to the floor.

Which is how you got here, entire body hurting and just about the end of your rope.

“Should I just die,” you say, deadpan, as you stare up at the ceiling. Maybe this could be your new career, a stay-on-the-floor girlfriend while your partner goes out and makes money for the both of you.

You could just mold into the floor and Taeyoung can use you as a decoration piece for the living room or something.

That’s it! That’s what you’ll do instead of moving. Taeyoung would understand. Of course she will. If she loves you she will.

You faintly hear the sound of the door opening, and your girlfriend’s lovely voice as it rings throughout the air. Her voice is almost enough to make all of the pain of today go away. Almost.

“(Y/n), are you home?” She calls out, and you can hear the jingle of her keys as she sets them down.

“In here,” you answer, and you hear her footsteps as they get closer.

“Babe, where are you?” Her confused tone of voice makes you giggle a bit.

“Down here,” her head immediately comes around the corner as she spots you. “Careful, floor’s wet,” you warn as she cautiously steps closer.

Tatter takes in the wet floor and your disheveled state, bewilderment clear on her face. You’re completely soaked, hair in shambles and tired look in your eyes.

“What are you… what happened,” Taeyoung says, blonde hair framing her face as she looks down at you with furrowed eyebrows.

“This is my new job. I’m going to become one with the floor so you can use me as a decoration piece for the living room,” you close your eyes and continue to lay there. “Human life isn’t for me, y’know? I wasn’t meant to be a part of actual society, so you’re just gonna have to take care of me from now on.” You say, body deflating even more.

“Okay…?” Is the only thing Taeyoung can say back to you, not knowing what to make out of this. “Do you want to tell me why, maybe?”

You only stay silent, feeling like if you talk about it then you’ll just end up crying.

“Do you want to maybe get off the floor, then?” You shake your head, staying where you are. Your girlfriend wasn’t having it though.

“Alright, get up,” Tatter says, grabbing your arm and pulling you up, only for you to hiss in pain.

Your body does actually hurt, all jokes aside. Taeyoung immediately drops you after hearing you protest, only for your body to hit the floor again, which is just… perfect.

“Oh shit, babe I’m so sorry,” Tatter panics, crouching down but not knowing where to touch you. “Fuck, is your head ok? Where does it hurt–”

Tatter cuts herself off when you start to sniffle, tears forming in your eyes.

“Shit, baby, I really didn’t mean it, ok! I was only trying to get you off the floor and,” Tatter rambles as she helps you sit up, and you immediately push your face into her chest, tears flowing freely as it all becomes too much.

You wrap your arms around Tatter, who immediately reciprocates the affection.

“Come on, baby, let’s get you cleaned up, ok?” You say nothing, letting her try and move you, only for you to wince when you put pressure on your ankle. Tater notices immediately. “Is it your ankle, hun?” You just nod, only for you to gasp as Tatter picks you up with ease, carrying you to the bedroom as you look down at her in shock. “What,” she says, smiling cheekily at you, “why do you think I hit the gym so hard? It’s so I can carry you like a princess!” She bounces you in her arms, and loves the way you laugh, burying your face in her neck as it begins to heat up.

Tatter enters the bathroom and sits you on the edge of the tub, turning on the water after plugging it in. As you watch it fill up, Tatter adds soap to the water and swirls it around with her hand.

She puts your hair in a high bun and then proceeds to peel off your wet clothes, chucking them in a corner with a faux disgusted look on her face.

“There,” she says once all of them are removed, “Now you can relax properly.” She kisses you on the cheek and holds you hand as you get in the tub, warm water immediately soothing your sore skin. She turns off the tub, grabbing a rag to wash you off with. She runs the rag over your shoulders, your chest, your back, and your legs with care and tenderness, and it makes you want to cry. You let it all happen, body feeling heavier and heavier with each passing moment.

Tatter admires you as your eyes flutter shut. She admires your long neck as you tip your head back, the way your chest moves slowly up and down as you breathe so steadily. She admires the way the water glides over you, making your skin glisten in the light. She runs her hands from your shoulders to your chest, giving you a small kiss on your neck as well.

“My baby’s so pretty like this,” another kiss on your cheek, “so peaceful and relaxed,” her lips meet yours, slow and steady. She starts kneading your shoulders, eyes furrowed at the tension there. “Oh, this day must’ve been awful for you. You’re so stressed out…” Tatter watches you nod, leaning into her every touch. Her fingers meet the back of your neck, rubbing her thumbs into it gently. You sigh, craning your head forward.

“Taeyoung,” you whimper, hand reaching up to clasp hers. Your girlfriend grabs your hand and places a kiss on your palm, feeling your pulse beat through your wrist.

“My lovely girl,” she rubs your back in circles, kissing up your arm and on your shoulder. Her hands reach down, rubbing your waist and back up again. “You need a break,” she states, wiping off the soap from your body.

“Can you join me, please?” You ask, looking up at her with hazy eyes.

Taeyoung smiles, never one to deny you much. She strips in front of you, knowing that your eyes will never leave her body. Your hand reaches out to grab onto her hip, planting a kiss on her thigh. You scoot up to let her fit into the tub, and allow her to wrap her arms around you and pull you close to her. Tatter plants a bunch of kisses on your neck and shoulders, squeezing your sides again. You rub your hands up and down her thighs, humming softly.

Tatter tilts your head up, lips meeting yours in sweet bliss. The only sound that fills the bathroom is the sound of lips smacking against each other and the sound of bodies moving in the water, and it’s music to both of your ears.

You start panting into her mouth as Tatter’s hands roam your body, but Tatter pulls away all too soon. She nuzzles her nose into your cheek, cooing at you.

“Let’s just relax for now, ok? We’ll have time for that later,” she whispers into your lips, giving you one last peck before she starts to wash herself off, you helping a bit too.

After the tub is drained, Tatter sits you on the edge of the tub and dries you off first, drying each part of you individually. She wraps you in the towel, lets your hair down, and grabs a towel for herself as well.

“How’s your ankle, love?” She bends down and takes your right foot in her hand, thumb rubbing over your slightly swollen ankle. You huff at the contact.

“I’m sure it’ll be better in the morning. Just a little accident, that’s all,” you say, voice wavering. “Sink attacked me earlier.”

Tatter chuckles, placing a kiss to your ankle and lifting you into her arms once more. “Attacked you? How so?”

“Wouldn’t work when I tried to get something to drink earlier, sprayed me with water when I gave up,” she sets you down on the bed softly. “Then I proceeded to fall on the floor and hit my head for the second time today,” you watch as Tatter goes to grab some clothes for you both, two oversized shirts and underwear.

“What was the first?” Tatter says, walking back over to you.

“Coworker hit me in the head with a pole and I ended up hitting my head on the counter at work,” Tatter winces in response, imagining the scenario now. “No underwear for me?” You ask as she sits you up, putting your shirt on.

“Easier access for later,” she says cheekily, giving you a small wink. Your face heats up and you look away.

Tatter dresses herself, climbing into bed afterwards.

“And not to mention that my boss called me in at the last minute, and so I had to speed from my final –which I was late to–, and I wasted coffee on myself,” you rub at your thighs, happy you didn’t get any burns on you. Your poor jeans, though.

Tatter sighs, hugging you from the side. “Oh, my poor baby, the world had it out for you, I swear.” She kisses you on the cheek, hoping it’ll brighten your mood, which it does.

“I swear, Taeyoung, I must’ve had terrible karma in my past life. Simply terrible,” you pout, curling into her.

“Well, let’s hope you do enough good in this one to not be so unlucky next time,” she gives you a mischievous grin as she places more kisses on your cheeks and neck. “I know I can get a lot of good karma tonight,” she declares, playing with the hem of your shirt.

“Oh,” you quirk an eyebrow at her, wrapping your arms around her neck once she leans over you. “And how do you plan on doing that?”

“By making you call for God all night long, of course,” she kisses you as you both giggle, you playfully tapping her on her shoulder.

“You’re so corny, baby,” you say through your giggles.

“I tell nothing but the truth. Now lay down and let me make you feel better, ok?” She says impatiently, and you do as you’re told, letting your girlfriend take care of you for the rest of the night.

#tatter x reader #swf2 x fem reader #swf2 x reader #swf2 #team Bebe #tatter x fem reader #tatter Bebe #team Bebe tatter #tatter team Bebe #kim taeyoung #question from the bunnies #babies first request omg!!!

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ughgoaway · 9 months

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I need you like a heartbeat

content warnings: mentions of sex... that's kinda it the rest is just very soppy lovey-dovey stuff!! word count- 1.9k

a/n: hi!! so I kinda lied about doing under 1000 words but once I got going I couldn't stop lol. I did write this quick so if it's really bad don't tell me (please do I cannot cope not knowing). This was inspired by this request for some fluffy aftercare, thanks for the request!! this is my first time writing fluff so be gentle with me... I'm not good at being in love (haven't done it irl yet) so we'll see how it goes. also would just like to reiterate I am English but I did use braid instead of plait because I have beef with the spelling of plait, I think it's stupid so refuse to type it. also, I was gonna include a full skincare scene but alas I don't do any so had no idea what to write... anyway here you go!!

Thump. Thump. Thump. All you can hear is your heartbeat in your head, the repetitive rhythm being the only thing keeping you grounded. Without it, you fear you would just float away. You fear your weightlessness would simply cause you to disappear from the earth as you know it.

Soon a pair of hands come up to wipe your tear-stained face, you instinctively lean into the touch despite not quite remembering who it is. “Baby? Darling, you with me?”

Matty.

The calloused hands delicately wiping your face belong to your boyfriend and his touch makes the fog in your mind begin to lift. As it always does when you're around him. 2 years in and still you've never met someone you feel so clear around. That may seem unusual to some people, they all say “isn't the love of your life meant to make you a bit hazy? Make your head swirl and your mind go blank?” But no, not to you. You've never felt anything but clear around him, just so completely yourself it almost hurts. There was never any fogginess in your mind, there was nothing but a clear choice. Him. It was as if there was a spotlight on him wherever you were, he was in plain sight. The first thing you saw no matter what.

Slowly your eyes blink open and you're met with the sight of your very naked boyfriend hovering over you giving you a warm smile, “there's my sweet girl” he says staring adoringly at you. The smile was quickly mirrored by you followed by a small giggle. Despite having seen him naked 1000 times, suddenly this time was very funny.

“What are you giggling at, hmm?” Matty says, despite lightly giggling himself, he always found your laughter so contagious. Your joy always lit up every room you were in. The pure happiness that surrounded you was so contagious it couldn't help but rub off on him. So for the first time in his 34 years of life, Matty would describe himself as giddy, not just from your giddiness infecting him but from just you in general. The love he felt for you made him feel 15 again like he was crushing on a girl way out of his league. Becoming slowly obsessed with seeing her around school. But with you, that feeling never went away, that slight obsession was ever permanent. And he loved it. He was nothing but absolutely, unbelievably obsessed with you. And he told you as such, over and over again.

“You’re naked” you manage to splutter out in your fit of giggles, Matty felt his heart flutter at the sight of you. Naked also, tears of dark mascara staining your cheeks and dozens of hickeys and bites blooming on your body but also giggling with no care in the world.

“Hate to be the one to tell you this sweetheart, but you're naked too. Don't tell me you forgot about my amazing lovemaking skills so quickly” Matty says, acting offended at your forgetfulness.

“One,” you begin, acting mock serious at the man on top of you “Never call it lovemaking again or it will start happening substantially less” Matty laughs at you and begins pressing small kisses over the expanse of your face. “Two” you try and list off your second point but soon get lost in another fit of giggles at the myriad of kisses being littered over your face.

“I'll never get my second point out if you keep kissing me” you manage to stutter out, trying to speak but being accosted with pecks.

“Fine, fine, sorry baby- go on,” Matty says leaning back slightly and looking back at you fondly, loving how you can go from moaning his name and crying from pleasure to giggling at your naked boyfriend.

“Thank you,” you fake clear your throat to assure your boyfriend this was a serious matter, “Two- I could never forget, I just suddenly found it funny you were naked.” You finish your statement and look up at your boyfriend.

His hair was sweaty and sticking up in 50 directions, a pink flush decorated his cheeks and his pupils were blown so wide if you didn't know better, you'd think he had black iris’. He’d never looked more beautiful to you. Well, aside from the 50 other times you had assured yourself he never looked more beautiful.

You attempt to sit up to return the onslaught of kisses but you hiss as you're soon reminded of what you were just doing. Everything hurts, in the best way, of course, your arms feel like jelly and you can faintly feel his cum leaking out of you.

As quickly as you try to sit up you are ushered back down by Matty, “No, no don't get up sweetheart. I’m going to go get a warm cloth from the bathroom and clean you up a little yeah?”

You nod lightly, closing your eyes and resting on the silk pillowcases behind you. You are almost lulled back to sleep at the noises of your boyfriend moving around the room but a hiss soon left your mouth as Matty begins wiping you delicately.

The various marks on your thigh burn as Matty wipes your wetness off them, he apologises over and over. Only getting more insistent as he begins to wipe at your core. He starts at the top, lightly patting your clit and hushing your whimpers, hating he was hurting you.

But soon the feeling of him cleaning stopped, you looked down only to catch your boyfriend staring longingly at the sight of his cum leaving you. For the third time tonight, giggles leave you as you stare at the blank expression on his face

“Oops sorry darling, got a bit distracted there but I'm back to business now I swear” Matty assures you before cautiously swiping at your hole and cleaning up the mess he made. The cloth was tossed aside as Matty worked his way back up your body to your face, smiling at your blissed-out look.

“You feel well enough to walk yet baby? We really need to get that makeup off and do your skincare. You’d kill me if I let you go one night without rubbing some oil or serum on your face.”

You smile and nod at your boyfriend, preparing to walk only to be scooped up in his arms and carried into the bathroom. The cold tile of the vanity soon hit your bum causing another hiss to leave your bitten lips, red and puffy from the nights events.

“What was the point in being able to walk if you were just gonna carry me huh handsome?” you say staring at your boyfriend while he grabs the makeup wipes and begins wiping your tear-stained cheeks.

“Always gotta give you the princess treatment baby, just wanted to make sure if you had to walk you could. But I would never make my girl walk all the way to the bathroom! What kinda boyfriend would I be huh” he says jokingly. He's so intensely focused on finding your numerous skincare products he doesn't notice the massive smile that takes over your face.

Matty has about 20 bottles in his hands, each one causing the confused frown on his face to grow. You stifle your laugh at his clear confusion and grab the various products from him and place them by the sink next to you.

“Don't worry about all that tonight baby, just some moisturiser I think. I'm too knackered for much else” You notice Matty let out a relieved breath at your shortened routine, not quite sure what he would do if you wanted to do the full thing.

He grabs the small tub nestled between the mess of products on the counter and begins rubbing it in small circles on your cheeks and forehead. You almost catch your eyes closing at the feeling of him massaging your face but force yourself to keep them open to look longingly at your boyfriend's very focused face, tongue out and all.

“You wanna have a bath darling or should I just braid your hair and we call it a night?” Matty says, still rubbing your face despite all the moisturiser being applied. He just loved touching you, anyway he could. Not necessarily sexually, as much as he enjoyed that. But just loving small touches, a kiss on the cheek when he walked past, a hand on the small of your back when you stood together, even just your pinky fingers linked together as you spoke around a dinner table. Little affectionate touches kept Matty going and he wasn't about to pass up an opportunity to touch your very pretty face.

“Just some braids would be amazing, thank you my love” You smile at your doting boyfriend as he nods and grabs the hairbrush, slowly bruising out the multitude of knots caused by him, he's sure.

His nimble fingers pass your hair between them, slowly braiding your now neatly brushed hair. Matty grabs a hair tie and secures both of your braids at the end. Finishing with a flourish and a kiss on your nose that made your face scrunch up in that adorable way he loved.

Silently Matty picks you up again, smiling at the roll of your eyes and a bashful grin that you give him whilst in his arms. He places you on the edge of your bed before going to the chest of drawers behind him to fetch you both some clothes.

You hold in your giggles at your boyfriend's bare bum, assuming he wouldn't love another fit of laughter at his nakedness.

He soon returns with 2 pairs of black calvins and your favourite one of his shirts, the peach Panasonic shirt he once wore all the time. But mysteriously he stopped, about 2 years ago.

The first night you'd slept together Matty lent you that shirt, he remembers watching you sleep so soundly that morning in the shirt he adored. He vowed there and then to never wear it again, not wanting to sully it with any other memory than the memory of you.

He slipped the shirt over your shoulders and the calvins up your legs, giving your bum a cheeky pat when you lifted your hips to get them on. He followed you up the mattress and settled on the pillows, facing you and staring fondly into your eyes.

Each time your eyes met you treated it like a staring contest, never wanting to be the first to look away. The pure adoration in the other's eyes always kept you looking, staring, not ever wanting to leave that moment.

Matty broke first this time, a small celebration happened in your mind as he pulled the duvet over the two of you. He swung his arm over your shoulder as you settled on his chest. He leant down to give you a gentle kiss on the crown of your head with a large smile on his face.

“I love you, sweetheart,” he said, a smile evident in his voice.

Yours was slightly muffled by your head pressed into his chest but you returned his comment, “I love you too baby, thank you for making me feel good”

“Always” is the last thing Matty said, or the last thing you remember hearing before sleep took over you in the arms of the man you were sure was your soulmate.

#matty healy #matty healy fanfiction #matty healy x reader #matty healy fluff #matty healy fic #request!!#omg my first request... love that #i wrote this in like an hour i apologise if its shit

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in-hav3n · 11 months

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✮ 𝓘𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 - 𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮

❘❘ The reader is younger than James.

Fifth show, Sweden. On this beautiful sunny warm afternoon, you were doing the same gestures for the tenth time. You didn't mind. You loved to feel useful for people and you loved this new job you got. Being a roadie on Metallica tour was an unexpected turn in your professional career but still, it was the most interesting job you've ever done and you enjoyed every minute of it.

James, Kirk, Lars and Rob were rehearsing, testing the mics as well as their instruments, walking around the stage in their comfortable clothes whilst the Met crew was working to settle everything. You were sticking the sheets of schedules and setlist at every post at the right place for the staff and settled all kind of stuffs they'd need for tomorrow's gig.

Walking around in comfortable clothes too - no need to wear black outfit like for a gig ; plus the day was particularly hot, you decided to wear a black top and a jeans skirt - you were listening with one ear as doing your tasks, sometimes whispering some lyrics or moving your head on the rhythm. Not paying attention to what was happening around you, you were busy on fixing something under the stage when you heard James calling you.

"Are there some guitar picks down there (X/Y)?", he asked you, recognizing you at your hair color.

Normally roadie would never had any contacts with the band but you were introduced in the Met crew by Lars' drum's technician so you had some kind of special place. Plus you were doing your job, not complaining or trying to become friend with the band, like others did before. But that didn't stop the guys from being naturally kind with everyone and since you were "part of the family", they tried to get to know you a bit more than with any other roadie.

You looked up at him and your heart started to beat faster. You nodded at him and quickly went to give him one. Standing on your tiptoes, you leaned over the big stage to give it to him. James kneeled down, chuckling as he noticed you had to do that to be able to reach him. Your fingers connected for a moment and you let out a discreet gasp. He took the picks and smiled at you. "Thanks sweetheart". You managed to mumble a "you're welcome" and stood petrified for a while, looking at him going back to the stage center. He was rehearsing "Creeping death" riffs, focusing on his play as smoking his cigar. Even with just a brown short, a "Bastardane" shirt and a cow-boy hat, he was gorgeous.

Here were your big secret. You were craving for James Hetfield and it wasn't right. He was 59 and you were much younger. Plus he might had someone since he divorced last year but you didn't know, you weren't in the confidence and it was none of your business. But still, you couldn't stop dreaming of him, day and night. You knew nothing would ever happen and never you'll do something to seduce him or something. That would be very inappropriate. You just enjoyed the fact that you could sneak around him and took any opportunity you had to look at him or admired him from far away. That was already enough.

Later, you came back inside the backstages, your duty around the stage finished for the day. Since you had nothing else to do, an assistant asked you to put bottles of water inside the guys backstage's rooms, in case they'd need it for tomorrow. You accepted and quickly did this new task. The guys were still rehearsing at the moment so they would never know you had came inside their private areas. But the assistant knew and trust you enough to do it.

You started with Kirk's, Rob's and then you arrived in James'. You came in and a strong smell of cigar smoke and male perfume hit your nose. You chuckled. No surprise. You put the bottles in the mini fridge, not really paying attention to the mess all around, until you notice to sheets who were supposed to be stuck on the wall. It was the schedule and setlist again. The person who did it didn't do his job properly. You sighed and quickly went out to search what was necessary to put it on again. 2 mins later, you were back, on a chair to fix it in a good level so you were sure the sheets won't be unhooked and fall again. But impossible to take some tape. You were fighting with it, cursing until you heard footsteps coming and a door closing. You quickly turned around and your eyes landed on James.

"Oh I'm sorry...I was just..", you mumbled, showing him the duct tape. You felt completely ridiculous like this, in his backstage room, standing on a chair but you were just doing your job. James took a drag of his cigar with a nod and sympathetic smile.

"It's okay, keep doing your job. I'm just searching for something", he said with a nice tone as searching some things in his bag. You gulped and went back to your task, trying to focus but it was hard. He was just a meter away from you and you could feel the smell of his cigar from where you were standing. You finally managed to took some tape, put the duct on the chair and stood on your tiptoes to fix it. You didn't see the duct falling on the ground but James did. He looked over and put his cigar in the ashtray on the coffee table. He kneeled down to grab it and as he looked up to give it to you, he noticed he had an interesting view from here. He could see under your skirt and a cocky smile appeared on the corner of his lips. Interesting, he thought. Very interesting.

He got up and stood next to you, handing you the duct. You saw nothing until your peripheral vision noticed it and you slightly jumped of surprise and nearly lost your balance. You didn't hear him coming closer. James chuckled at your reaction and placed one hand on your hips, the other on your lower back to prevent you from falling. "It's just me sweetheart. Relax", he said with a smile. You thanked him, your cheeks soon flushing hard when you realized where his hand were. You managed to place the paper and turned over to face him.

"I-Is that good over there for you?", you asked him, showing him the paper placed on the wall.

"All good. Thank you. Now get down before hurting yourself", he said with a kind tone. You chuckled to him with a shy smile and accepted his hand to got down carefully from the chair. You didn't know if it was the weather but you felt a sudden heat radiating inside your body and you realized that it was James touches and kind gesture towards you that provoked it. It was completely insane.

Once on your feet, you stood face to face with him and you realized that he was closer than you expected him to be. You could smelled his masculine perfume mixed with smoke and it was enchanting. James looked over at you with his piercing blue icy eyes and it was really intimidating. You gulped and opened slightly your mouth to get some air cause it started to be difficult to breathe.

"Did you enjoy the show earlier ?". You assumed he was talking about the rehearsals so you replied honestly.

"Oh, yes, I did !". He nodded.

"Did you enjoy the music ?"

"Yes I did". Why was he asking you these questions ? You didn't understand but you kept answering.

"Did you enjoy watching...me?". You were about to reply positively again until you realized his question. You opened your mouth and immediately flushed harder. You got caught.

James relished of the effect he had on you and smiled. Of course he had noticed the way you were looking at him and it started to get his curiosity at the second show. Then he started to play with it, with his gestures, his attitude even with words, calling you "honey" or "sweetheart" to see your reaction and it pleased him a lot. But he never had the chance to be alone with you until today and he really wanted to enjoy every minute of it.

"I-I'm...I shouldn't..I'm sorry", you mumbled, your face all red and your glance fixed on the ground. You felt ridiculous, ashamed. You thought you were discreet when it was about watching him from afar and you were all wrong. Silly you. Now what will he think about you? You had been betrayed by your eyes and emotions...

James chuckled and raised up your head with his finger under your chin. Your eyes locking with his blue ones. "Don't be sorry sweetheart…" he said low, almost like a whisper as he came closer. Naturally, you stepped back, your back hitting soon the wall behind you. Breathing was becoming difficult and you were wondering if it was a dream or reality. "I like it actually", he confessed and put his left hand on the wall, next to your head, to lean on it. You were locked and trapped, like a prey. But god, you liked it. A sudden heat and strong pulsed inside your womanhood when you realized what he just confessed. This was insane. He liked it ? Does that mean that...? You couldn't believe it.

"I-I don't understand... Why me?", you found the courage to ask him.

He grinned with a cocky face before taking your hand in his. He was still delighting of the power he had over you.

"Let me show you", then he placed your hand on his crotch, where you could immediately felt his bulge. You gasped when you felt him becoming harder at your touch. Exactly like you dreamed it. Your eyes opened wild and looked at him. James leaned to speak lower near your ear.

"See? You feel it baby? This is what I feel when I see you looking at me…". The nickname and his revelation were enough to make your legs trembled. Thank god, you had a good support with the wall behind you. He nodded, like if he wanted to convince you even more of it.

"I know you want this too. I saw it in your eyes before and I see it now. I bet you're completely wet under this pretty little skirt". You bite your lips and rubbed your legs together, the desire you were feeling right now becoming painful. But still you've never been so aroused in your life and it was dangerously pleasant.

James noticed your moves and chuckled. He was so damn proud of himself. He took back your hand and kissed it.

"Meet me tonight. 5th floor." You nodded, not leaving his hypnotizing gaze. He smiled, gently stroked your cheek, took off his cowboy hat to place it on your head before leaving.

"Tonight sweet girl...", he said again with a wink before disappearing. And this is how James Hetfield left you in his backstage room, with a soaked wet panties and a heart beating fast. Rehearsals turned into an unexpected temptation...and you couldn't wait to taste it.

#james hetfield #papa het #james hetfield x reader #current james #first try #hope you'll like it!#can't believe I wrote this omg #but I needed to get this out of my head #now I'm going to work on other idea and requests I got #I can't waiit #idea 1

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cosmikirby · 5 months

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Can you draw Balloony, Balloon, Bot, and Clover?

one of these things is not like the others (and it's not balloony bfb)

#my art #doodles #ask #request #iii clover #iii bot #ii balloon #bfb balloony #inanimate insanity invitational #bfb #osc #this is actually the first tine i draw clover!!!wao #such a good design ive just been distracted by. test tube #also first proper art of bot too but. not the first doodle #the first tine i drew bot was a doodle where i told them i fucked their mom #I NEED TO DRAW MORE III CHARACTERS......#that reminds me i dont think i ever posted the cabby doodles here omg OMG

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confusedhomicidalrage · 17 days

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Can you do one on Isaac being bullied and Malachi helping with it pls 🩷🩷

Yeah, sure! :D

Of course, Trigger warning; mentions/acts of bullying

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As the bell ring, signaling the end of math class, Isaac sighed in relief. He hated math, although it was an important subject. He waited until the other students were mostly outside the classroom, so he wouldn't get caught in the sea of people on his way out. Stuffing his things into his schoolbag and leaving the classroom, he couldn't even walk away properly before someone grabbed his arm and shoved him against a wall. Isaac could already guess who it was, that stupid 7th grader who kept getting a kick out of bullying him: Tyler.

Isaac rolled his eyes, and attempted to just walk away, but Tyler kept him pinned against the wall. "Hey Fucker, how's your day?" ,Tyler asked with fake kindness, which just made Isaac scoff in frustration. "Horrible now that I've seen your ugly face" ,Isaac scowled, clenching his fists. Being called ugly was something Tyler hated, and so his immediate response was to slap Isaac harshly across the face, making the latter yelp quietly. "The hell did you say to me!?" ,Tyler exclaimed angrily, gripping Isaac's collar tightly. Isaac huffed, and tried to get away from Tyler, but to not avail.

Tyler growled at Isaac's attempts to get away, and kicked him in the stomach. Isaac coughed, holding his stomach, tears building up in his eyes now. "Ow- what the hell even is your problem!?" ,Isaac whimpered, trying to keep his voice from cracking as tears rolled down his cheeks. Tyler rolled his eyes, and as he got ready to punch Isaac, the latter squeezed his eyes shut. But after a few seconds, Isaac got confused when he didn't feel any impact. He opened one of his eyes, to be met with the sight of Malachai tightly gripping Tyler's wrists. "What the hell dude!? Let me go!" ,Tyler yelled, trying to free himself form Malachai. But considering Malachai was older, and stronger, the escape attempt proved to be anything but successful.

Malachai simply looked towards Isaac, and asked: "Has he been bullying you for a while or was this a one time thing?" Isaac hesitated to reply, but muttered: "..This has been going on for a while now..." Malachai narrowed his eyes, and then glared at Tyler, tightening his grip. Tyler cried out in pain, struggling around and shouting at Malachai to let go. Malachai scowled and then hit Tyler straight into the chest, knocking the air out of him. Tyler stumbled to the floor, coughing and gasping a little for air. Isaac's eyes widened, but Malachai just took him into his arms.

The students, and teachers, in the hallway stared at the two in shock, some were recording. Malachai just scoffed, and grabbed Isaac's hand, leading him away form Tyler. Isaac sniffled, his tears rolling down his cheeks rapidly. Malachai sighed and hugged Isaac, letting the younger boy sob into his shoulder. "T-Thank You-" ,Isaac choked out between sobs. Malachai just smiled a little and patted his back.

#FIRST ACTUAL FANFIC REQUEST OMG #isaac chroner #malachai boardman #children of the corn #COTC fanfic #Can this be considered modern or school AU? Idk #Enjoy the fanfic! :D

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wistfulwatcher · 10 months

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TIMESTAMP ROULETTEOnce Upon a Time | 1.18 "The Stable Boy" (requested by @cobalts-beau)

#ouat #ouatedit #mine #edit #*#timestamp*#since you requested regina i went with a regina-centric ep 😊#man i missed giffing this show #it looks so GOOD #and it's so easy to color what a breath of fresh air after yjs being pitch black tbh 🤭#omg i tagged you as korramills at first ajf;kjaflkda it's the ouat mindset

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ellenent · 1 year

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If requests are still open, may I ask for Bowsette with movie Peach's halberd?

omg what if Bowsette was in the movie....

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spctrsgf · 1 year

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Inspired by your ‘attack’ story, what if marc and the reader get into a fight over something(significant or not its your choice!) and they end up raising their voice & he goes into panic from his trauma. Fluffy ending pls he needs all the reassurance & love he can get!! If you’re not comfortable writing this thats fine <3

try me

a contination of the attack

word count: 1.8k

warnings: established relationship, language, panic attack, angsty then floof

a/n: anon. you are my first request everrrr! that's crazy * insert lil celebration dance here* thank you so much for your request, and i hope i interpreted it right

You had to get home.

You had to get home, and fast.

The sun didn’t slow its steady descent towards the horizon, even as you glared and grumbled at it while willing your feet to move faster. The decision to walk home from work was one you were quickly regretting as the back of your calves burned and your grip on your bag tightened. Time wasn’t your friend either as you lifted your wrist to check it, noticing that it had inched to a full ten minutes since you’d scrambled out of your office.

It wasn’t entirely your fault, really. A colleague of yours had wanted you to proof something of theirs before the big meeting they had tomorrow, and being the person you are, you just couldn’t say no. It’d pushed your departure from the office closer and closer to the sunset, and before you knew it, it was five o’clock.

Marc didn’t like it when you were late. You were a punctual person, very rarely late, and he was a big ball of anxiety. You knew all too well about worrying about the millions of things that could have gone wrong as you waited for him to understand his same line of thought. Last time you’d been late, he’d been two seconds away from summoning the suit and flying out to find you himself.

Come on, you can move faster than this. You pushed yourself to break into yet another spur of jogging, clutching your bag closer to your body to prevent it from slamming into your side. Your apartment building was in sight; after a few strides you managed to slide in the door and then the elevator, thanking the kind person who held open the door for you.

“In a rush?” She asked, smooth British slicing through the silence. “Yeah,” you nodded, reaching over to press the button for the fifth floor. “My boyfriend is waiting for me at home.”

The woman’s gaze followed your hand. “Fifth floor, huh? Who’s the lucky man?”

You paused, unsure whether you should mention Marc or Steven. Did Jake even introduce himself to anyone? “Uh, do you know Steven Grant?”

“The quaint little British man? A little all over the place?”

You chuckled. “Yeah, that’s Steven for ya.”

“I know him. Nice fellow.”

“Yeah, he’s great.”

The woman went to say something, surely about Steven, but the elevator rang and opened up to your floor. You shifted your bag strap and walked out, turning around to wave and say goodbye to the woman, to which she returned with a bright smile. The small gesture put you in a good mood and your lips stayed in a smile as you walked to the apartment, knocking in the knowledge that Marc would be there.

Yeah, about that happiness? Marc’s expression wiped it clean from your face.

His lips were a barely visible thin line, his hair was unruly yet looked like it’d been run through several times. His eyes were hard and his silence was like a punch to the gut as he simply stepped aside and let you pass. You ducked your head and fumbled through your routine of putting away your stuff, well aware of the piercing stare scrutinizing every move you made.

When you turned around again to face Marc, he was right behind you and grabbing your arms, twisting you left and right. “Marc,” you shoved his hand off your shoulder. “I’m fine.” He sighed. “I just need to make sure.”

“So you don’t just take my word for it?”

“I do, I just want to make sure myself.”

“Well,” you spun again and pinned him with an annoyed stare. “I’m fine. Now stop staring at me or you're gonna burn two holes into my sweater.”

Marc huffed, heading for the kitchen. “Jeez, I’m sorry for caring.”

You see, the rational part of you was screaming that you should stop there. That you should sigh and apologize, knowing that he would as well and that everything would cool down. Maybe you two would even get around to watching that show you both were procrastinating.

Oh, but no, you kept going.

“That’s not showing you care, Marc! That’s babying me!”

“I’m trying to make sure you're okay! How is that babying you?”

“Why? Do you always think that if I walk outside I’m going to get fucking jumped?”

His hands tightened their grip on the countertop, turning white. “You know that I trust you–”

“No, I don't, Marc!” You yelled at his turned back, nearly shaking in fury. “Because you wouldn’t let me do shit!”

He whirled around then. “I don’t let you do shit, huh? I let you do way more shit than I want to!”

“Then you want to? You're not the only person in this relationship!”

“Yeah, you make that pretty fucking clear.”

“And why do you think I do that? I don’t want to be in another relationship where I’m being tugged around like a doll!”

Marc glared. “Really? Then don’t treat me like one either.”

You tossed your hands up in the air. “You're unbelievable.”

“I’m unbelievable? You’re fucking unbelievable.”

“Really?” Tears glistened in your angry eyes. “No wonder Layla left when you have this bitchy attitude.”

In hindsight, you probably shouldn’t have said that. Layla was always a topic that Marc very rarely brooched, and when he did, it was a small mention. Actually, most of the stuff you knew about her was from Steven, though you get the idea that he saw her in a more romanticized light than Marc’s down to earth viewpoint. Marc had a reason for his lack of excitement about talking about her, Steven said: he said that Marc didn’t want to think about her and instead he wanted to focus on you.

And now you’ve gone and said something really bad.

You watched as Marc’s brain registered the words, as it skittered through the circuit boards in his brain. His face fell from where it was scrunched up in anger and tears began to glisten in his eyes. Your legs propelled you forward and towards him as profuse apologies fell from your lips, but he shrank into himself. You stopped your pursuit as he held up shaky hands, begging you not to hurt him.

You were dumbfounded, but mostly scared as Marc met the floor with a quiet sob, pulling his knees up to his chest. Each murmur of please don’t hurt me, I’ll be better dug into your conscience and scooped out a cup of guilt. Your own eyes were shedding tears and you wanted to shut down, to crash yourself in on the perpetual guilt of Marc’s panic attack, but you knew you had to stay strong and fix what you had started.

You knew of a way your mom used to deal with your panic attacks. You hoped that it’d work as you backed away from him, putting a solid six feet between the two of you. You sighed as his shoulders relaxed a bit with the lack of proximity, and you gathered all of your will and put into hoping your plan would work.

“Marc?” you tried quietly. “Marc, can you look at me?”

He shook his head violently.

“Marc. I’m gonna need you to pick your head. You can do it, I believe in you.”

“I don’t wanna.” He mumbled, broken by surprise inhales as he came down from his crying.

“I know it’s hard, I know. But I need you to look at me.”

He didn’t want to look up. He didn’t want to see the pity etched from your lips and the guilt hanging from your eyes. But he couldn’t control the way his head jerked up, nearly violently, and forced him to look into your eyes. He watched in surprise as your eyes softened in relief and your lips reached up to the ceiling in a shy yet proud smile. He watched your eyebrows, previously knit, relax and meet their resting position, your shoulders following the same movement. His own shoulders relaxed as well, glad to see that there was not an ounce of anger anymore in your stature.

“Hey.” you said with a smile, head tilting slightly as your eyes filled with love. “Hey.” his voice was more hoarse than yours, granted, but held the same tone.

“You alright? Anything I can get you?”

He shook his head. “No, I think I’m okay. Thanks.”

You nodded. “Listen, Marc–”

“Don’t apologize.” He pulled his hand up as if to block your next sentence, but the words still came tumbling off your tongue.

“I’m sorry. I was being unreasonable and I said some shit that I should have never said. To anyone. And-” you scooted closer. “Layla is stupid to have left you. I don't know much about what happened between you two, but I do know that anyone in their right mind wouldn’t leave you.”

“Maybe Layla was in her left one, then.”

You snorted. “Probably.”

“Yeah.” He let out a soft chuckle.

You smiled with what you were sure was a lovesick grin. “Glad Marc is finally back with me. Was worried there for a minute.”

Marc sighed, his eyes dropping from yours. “I’m sor—“

“Don’t apologize.”

“Why not?”

“Because you didn't do anything.”

“If I wasn't so easy to rile up-“

“No, Marc,” your voice was hard, but the said man didn’t flinch as you scooted even closer. “It’s not your fault. I’ve said it once, I’ll say it again.”

He nodded in slight defeat. “Yeah, I know. I’m getting there, I’m trying.”

“I know,” your hand reached out slowly, pulling his slightly shaking hand into your own so you could intertwine your fingers together. “And you’re doing amazing.”

His eyes shined with unshed tears, and he brought his free hand to wipe his eyes. “Gods, I can’t believe I’m crying right now.”

“I would have been crying minutes ago if I were you, so you’re doing way better than I am.”

He brought his hand away from his face, meeting your gaze with his own lovesick one. “I love you.”

You grinned. “I love you more.”

“You wanna bet?” He pulled himself up, taking you with him.

You leaned in, pulling away when Marc tried to kiss you, laughing at the way he chased your lips. You stopped when he was a hair’s breadth away, each exhale fanning across his face. “Try me.”

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