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scudslut · 2 months

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Fiending for Daryl x F!reader at the point where they're super domestic and sexually comfortable with each other. Like making jokes like "I'll do that thing you like if you take Dog for a walk ;)" and just being super teasing and playful with each other

lazy mornings w/ daryl

daryl x f!reader

wc: 1k

warnings: teasing, slight allusions to sex, mdni

a/n: omfg i adored this idea. thinking about daryl finally super comfortable with you, able to relax and just be himself is just🥹 i hope this is close to what you wanted!! i kinda got carried away in my imagination with this one lol. alsooo, i have a few other requests i’m working on, i promise i’m not skipping anyone’s i just take forever to write:,)

daryl would absolutely love to tease you. he just loved to see that little spark flash in your eyes, reminding him that you want him and he has you.

he was incredibly shy initiating anything sexual during the first couple years of your relationship. and still to this day it’s not often that he’ll outright vocalize his lust, but rather use his actions and subtle, playful remarks that’ll have you ready to pounce on him the first moment you get. the little sanctuary you call home is his favorite place in the world, and it was only ever you who got to see this goofy, mischievous side of him.

and he found he couldn’t help himself, watching you around the house, so casual and domesticated.

you’d play quiet music often on the little record player he’d found, hair tied up in some messy knot, loose shorts and a small t-shirt the only things adorning your soft skin as you read, or cooked, or whatever hobby was interesting you at the time. it brought out intense feelings inside of him, ones he never imagined he’d ever feel and it almost made him giddy. so happy he could provide that safety for you to simply be, and ravenously hungry to devour you whole any chance he got.

it must’ve been sometime in early may he figured. the sun was bright in the sky no later than 6am the past few weeks. mornings still brisk but afternoons hot and nearing swim-worthy. you both rose late that day, having spent a little extra time in bed where the light flooded through the cabin windows, glowing across fluffy sheets and warm skin, simply too soothing to move from right away. he always woke before you and always had to drink you in for a while, admiring how the sun danced through the strands of your wild hair across the pillows. your chest rose so fluently and calmly it made his own tight. he’d ingrain that picture deep in his memory; your vibrant, lively body something he’d protect till his last dying breath.

you had a leg propped outside the blankets, tossed close to his body subconsciously and he brought his fingers to the soft skin of your exposed thigh, painting invisible shapes. it only took a few minutes before you started mumbling sleepily as he dragged them upwards, towards your inner thigh.

“mmm, good morning,” you breathed softly, eyes still shut but a lazy smile gracing your features.

“mornin' sunshine,” he drawled, leaning down to press light kisses over his artwork. “sleep alright?”

“mhm, you?”

he nodded against your skin. he always slept well next to you, especially now he had you all to himself; your little hole in the woods providing much-needed peace and solitude after all the years without. just you, dog, and acres of tall green trees.

speaking of which, he noticed the door creaking open behind him as he placed more nips and kisses, paws padding across the wooden floors at the sound of your voices finally awake.

his tongue dragged up, grazing over the hem of your panties. your hips shifted beneath him as you moaned softly. “can we make it an agreement that you always wake me up like this?” you gasped when his hands joined in, massaging your plush hips with strong hands.

he snorted at that, “i already always do.”

“mm, right,” you muttered quickly distracted as your hands found purchase on his soft brown locks. your morning brain never failed to amuse him. you’d mutter nonsense half asleep, sure to barely remember when you fully came too.

his fingers were just slipping under the waistband when dog whimpered quietly behind you both. a smirk cast over his face, already hearing your whines of dismay at what he was about to do.

“think somebody needs a mornin' walk,” he pulled away with a kiss to the little bow at the hem. a low groan followed in suit just as he expected and he chuckled slightly.

“D… just a few more minutes.”

but he was already dragging his body off the mattress, grabbing a random strewn shirt and pulling it over his head.

“such a tease, dixon,” he heard from the bed, turning to see you propped up with a phony pout. the corners of his eyes crinkled in a grin at your state, hair wild from sleep, and cheeks flushed pink.

“how bout this,” he bargained, leaning back down to peck your ankle and slowly up your calf. “we take him out quickly, and then i’ll bring ya right back here and let ya have yer way with me… sound fair?”

he watched as you feigned contemplation.

“come on, look at that face,” he pointed to dog, who sat patiently at the foot of the bed, tail wagging.

“never thought i’d get cockblocked by a dog, but, alas,” you sighed, trying your best to cover the grin on your face.

daryl bent over, shielding dog's ears. “hey! he can hear ya y’know,” and there was so more hiding your grin, giggles escaping your lips in fit.

he’d never seen you move so fast after that, speedily throwing on a top that barely covered your ass and rushing to the front door.

“come on doggy boy! your dad and i have a date, we gotta make this quick,” you mused loudly through the house, dog chasing after you.

he couldn’t help but shake his head in laughter, following after his family blissfully. this was definitely his favorite place in the world.

sorry i’m so cheesy byyee❤️

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sagesolsticewrites · 3 months

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Kiss It Better (pt 2) 💋

That lipstick mark leads to a surprising turn of events 👀

a/n: Y’all didn’t think I was gonna leave it like that, did you? Ask and you shall receive: Kiss It Better pt 2! (Also! I’m having sooo much fun with these MOTA requests 🥹 feel free to send more in, or request other characters y’all think I should write for!)

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction based off the portrayal by the actors in the Apple TV+ series. I hold nothing but respect for the real life individuals referenced within.

Read pt 1 here!

Masterlist

You stopped into sickbay early the next morning, to catch up on paperwork.

The fact that you’d be able to see Buck was just a bonus; at least, that’s what you told yourself.

But when you stepped inside, there was already someone sitting at Buck’s bedside.

“Bucky,” you sighed with relief once your surprise had faded, “Should’ve known you’d stop by sooner or later.”

“He’s gonna be okay, right?” Bucky asked, and you could just make out worry lining his face as you approached.

“He’ll be fine,” you assured him, “The scrapes will heal up in no time, and after a week or so of rest he should be cleared to fly again.”

“Good,” Bucky nodded, shoulders visibly relaxing, “That’s good. Now, uh…”

A smirk appeared on his face. “Wanna tell me what this is all about?”

He tapped his forehead, and after a moment of confusion glancing between him and Buck, your eyes finally landed on the bright red outline of your lips somehow still visible on Gale’s forehead.

You felt heat flood your face, and you were suddenly hyperaware of the same red lipstick that you had painstakingly applied only an hour earlier.

“Oh. Oh! That. Well, um…” You tried to look anywhere but at Bucky and his sleeping friend as you explained, “Buck was a little out of it when he was brought in yesterday, and when I was explaining the protocol for his head wound he asked me to, uh… kiss it better.”

You silently prayed for the ground to open up and swallow you as Bucky just barely held back a snicker.

Noticing how uncomfortable you were, however, he quickly said, “No, sweetheart, it’s not you, it’s just…”

Bucky shook his head, seemingly in exasperation, “Of course it took a head wound to get this guy to ask you for a kiss.”

Your mind seemed to have trouble processing this, and for a moment all you heard was ask you for a kiss before you were able to reply with a confused, “I’m sorry, I— what?”

Bucky let out a soft laugh.

“I was really hopin’ I could get him to tell you himself, but at this rate we’ll be well into old age before that happens, so…” He took a deep breath.

Sensing that you should probably be sitting down for whatever he was about to say, you perched on the edge of Buck’s cot, trying very hard not to think about the mere inches between the two of you.

“I don’t know how you haven’t seen it, but Buck’s been head over heels for you since the first day he saw you, sweetheart.”

“I— But he’s never—”

“He was always goin’ on about being worried what telling you might do to your friendship,” Bucky explained with a shrug, “That’s just how he is. Tends to keep things bottled up inside. But seein’ you two just dance around each other for the past three months has been absolute torture, so this is me puttin’ an end to my misery once and for all.”

Bucky stood, giving you a friendly pat on your knee, “Tell him how you feel, sweetheart. I promise it’ll be worth it.”

He left with a wink, a smile, and a quip about not getting too handsy — “This is a hospital! People are trying to heal!” — that left you blushing.

And just like that, you were left alone with a sleeping Gale Cleven.

Unsure what to do, you simply stared at him for a moment, taking him in. He was so… unguarded in his sleep, despite the scrapes and bruises, and your heart went soft at the lack of worry lines that seemed to be ever-present when he was awake. You resisted the urge to run your fingers through his dirty blond hair, still mussed from the battle and from sleep, instead choosing to run your fingertips over the slightly faded lipstick mark on his temple.

You just barely managed to stifle a gasp when he stirred, but it was too late.

“Y/N?” Your name slipped drowsily from his lips, and a small thrill ran through you at the sound— until he seemed to wake more and corrected himself hurriedly. “I mean, Nurse L/N, um. Good morning.”

“Good morning, Major,” you replied, once again falling back into the safety of professionalism.

There was a bit of an awkward silence, neither of you wanting to disrupt the rare quiet of an early morning on base.

Buck eventually cleared his throat, looking determinedly at his blanket and nowhere else as he spoke.

“Yesterday… After the battle’s a bit of a blur, but unless I’m misremembering I might’ve asked you to, uh…”

His hand drifted almost automatically up to his forehead, and you couldn’t help a small laugh as you tracked the movement.

“Kiss it better?” You asked teasingly, hoping to get ahead of the inevitable embarrassment, “You did.”

You couldn’t help your eyes flicking to the imprint of your lips on his forehead, and Buck, observant pilot that he was, noted it instantly.

“What? Do I have something on my face?”

And here you were once again wishing the ground would open up and swallow you as you wordlessly handed Buck a small mirror from your pocket.

“Oh, you actually…” His face turned beet-red, and he scrambled to apologize; “I’m sorry, you didn’t have to— you know I would never—”

“Hey,” you lowered the mirror, gently removing it from his grasp so his focus was on you, “I know. You were a little out of it, it’s alright. And you never know, it might’ve helped.” You couldn’t help but add with a teasing grin before asking with genuine concern, “How are you feeling now?”

He seemed to take stock of his condition internally before answering “A bit better, all things considered. I’ve got a friend who’s one of the best nurses on base, y’know.”

“Please, Major, I’m just doing my job,” you replied, avoiding his gaze as you waved away the compliment.

“No, really. I honestly—” He seemed to steel himself for something, his expression as he took a deep breath not unlike when they were called for a mission — pure determination.

“It got… pretty bad up there yesterday. And at first I was thinkin’… as long as we get the mission done, and the other boys get home safe, I don’t particularly care what happens to me. And then…” His fingertips edged towards yours, just as they had yesterday, “I got to thinking about you. About wanting to make it back to you, to tell you I—”

His voice faltered as his soft blue gaze met your own, and there was a beat of silence. Your own eyes were welling up with tears, but you blinked them back as best you could.

“Buck…”

You couldn’t quite form the words, so you decided to show him that you knew exactly what he was trying to say.

Taking his face in your hands, mindful of his head wound, you pressed your lips to his as gently as you could.

He froze, and for a moment you thought you’d made a horrible mistake. Was Bucky wrong? Was this his idea of a joke?

But then Gale was sitting up, leaning into you, pressing his lips to yours with a fierce tenderness. One scarred, callused hand came up to cup your cheek while the other — Gale Cleven, ever the gentleman — rested just above your waist, pulling you closer.

You weren’t sure how long you stayed there in that small bubble of bliss. It felt like an eternity that ended all too soon as the two of you parted for air.

“I never thought—” Buck let out a soft laugh, almost in disbelief, his nose brushing against yours, “I mean, I loved being your friend, but…”

“This is probably a good time to tell you that I’ve been absolutely head over heels for you since the moment we met,” you said, fighting back a blush.

“Finally!” A familiar voice came from the entrance to the hospital, “Only took you three months, but I’m happy for you two—”

You buried your face in Buck’s neck as he tossed a pillow at Bucky.

“Get outta here, Bucky, I’m trying to have a moment with my girl!” He called good-naturedly.

“I want all the details later!” He called back as he retreated to the safety of the hallway, “Congrats, sweetheart!”

You assumed that last part was aimed at you, but you were preoccupied with a different pair of words.

“Your girl, huh?” You said, meeting Gale’s gaze with a shy smile.

“Yeah,” he grins down at you, the scars doing nothing to diminish the joy on his face, “That is, uh… if you want.”

You briefly pressed your lips to his once again, the smile on your face all the answer he needed.

Pulling back to take in his smiling face, an idea came to you.

You leaned up to press a kiss right where the stain of your lipstick was still visible on his forehead.

Then again to the scar just between his eyebrows.

And again to the bruise just below his right eye.

You scattered kisses across all the scrapes, scratches, and bruises on his face. Buck spoke up as you pressed kisses to a series of shallow scrapes along his jaw.

“Not that I don’t, uh…” he began in a slightly strangled voice, “really like this, doll, but what are you doing?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” You said, pulling away to meet his gaze for a moment before you pressed your lips to a scratch on the bridge of his nose, “I’m kissing it better.”

Buck let out the loudest, fondest laugh you’d ever heard from him, and your heart felt like it filled with pure sunshine at the sound.

“I knew there was a reason you were my favorite nurse,” he grinned, pulling you in for yet another tender kiss.

Buck our beloved 🥰 This was so much fun to write, I hope y’all enjoyed! 😊 Tagging a couple friends just for fun 🤍: @sassy-ahsoka-tano @mpmarypoppins @austinbutlermischief @austin-butlers-gf @dontbesussis

#austin butler x reader #austin butler #austin butler major gale buck cleven #major gale cleven #gale buck cleven #masters of the air #masters of the air x reader #buck cleven x reader #austin butler fic #austin butler imagine #my writing

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rosewaterandivy · 7 months

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petrichor

a continuation of sugar & mint

summary: a summer friday feat. long lie-ins, a doting husband, and something unexpected

pairing: dad!steve x mom!reader

W.C.: 2390 K

warnings: NSFW 18+ MDNI, smoking, cursing, pregnancy mention, my usual brand of filth (unprotected p-i-v, oral - m & f receiving, come eating)

a/n: disclaimer, i'm not a mom (unless you count my two pets)!! i am but a simple god mom to some feral babies, whom i adore. if pregnancy or mom!reader is not your vibe, i completely get it - i just couldn't get the thought of these two out of my head 🥹

🎵🎵 Oh, woe-oh-woah is me, the first time that you touched me 🎵🎵

pet·ri·chor /ˈpetrīˌkôr/ (noun)

definition: a pleasant smell that frequently accompanies the first rain after a long period of warm, dry weather.

Waking to the sound of rain falling steadily on the roof, you blearily pry an eye open to check the time. The sheets beside you on the bed are cool, Steve having made good on his promise to let you sleep in. The clock informs you of the late hour, 1 PM, as your stomach begs for sustenance.

Scrubbing a hand across your face, you roll over and rummage around for a shirt to cover throw on before trotting downstairs. Bub is off with her aunts for one final summer weekend, and there’s a slight chill in the air. Enough to warrant slipping on your husband’s discarded gray sweatshirt.

Aside from the rain against the eaves and windows, the house is silent. Grabbing your favorite mug from the cabinet, you busy yourself making a cup of coffee before you see the post-it stuck to the fridge.

Hope you got to sleep in, your majesty. Grabbing groceries in town, see you soon. xxx - Steve

Grabbing a cinnamon bagel and your coffee you settle in the window seat of the breakfast nook to watch the rain, free of distractions and responsibilities. It’s rare that you get a moment like this, no pressing deadlines, drop-off or pick-up lanes, hosting dinners for friends, or attending a birthday party.

Eyes following the drag of raindrops on the windowpane, your hand falls to the nearly imperceptible swell of your stomach. Early days yet, but you knew the signs: nausea, exhaustion, all the usual suspects. Finishing your coffee, you trekked upstairs in search of a rogue pregnancy test— would it have expired by now?

After checking the date and deeming it worthy, you took the test and checked the time. Deciding it best to go back downstairs to ease your anxiety, you settled back in the window seat with a second cup of coffee.

“Couldn’t find a shirt?”

He laughs, shaking off the water droplets like a dog in the foyer. “It wasn’t raining when I left,” Steve says, as if that’s explanation enough. Not that you’re necessarily complaining, his hair and skin damp, tank top doing fuck all being as soaked as it is. “And I couldn’t find my—”

Catching sight of his sweatshirt grazing the tops of your thighs he smiles. “Nevermind, looks better on you anyway.” He kicks the door closed, shoes squelching against the floor as he makes his way into the kitchen.

“Baaaabe,” you whine, catching a whiff of tobacco on him, “Please tell me you didn’t smoke in my car.”

He scoffs and rolls his eyes, sunglasses resting against the visor of his ball cap as he sets the tote bags on the counter. “Trader Joe’s was insane,” he says setting the keys on the counter, “It was an emergency cigarette, I swear.”

A roll of your eyes as you begin to put away the groceries. “If you bothered to wake me, I could’ve told you Trader Joes on a Friday was a bad idea.”

Steve quirks a brow in interest, grabbing a few items to shove in the freezer.

“Flower delivery is Friday, brings all the Lululemon moms to the yard.”

“Huh,” he grunts, “Explains all the spandex and lycra then.” Damp fingers trail against your thigh before wrapping an arm around your hip to draw you close. “Besides,” he breathes against your neck, “If I remember correctly, you requested to be left to sleep in.”

Failing to stifle a yawn, you eek out, “Because I’m fuckin’ exhausted, Harrington.” Setting your mug in the sink, you turn in his grasp and drape an arm across his shoulders. “Raising your daughter and dealing with your sorry ass.”

“Oh,” he pulls you closer, hips flush against one another, “So she’s my daughter now?”

“When she’s having sleep regression, yes.”

“Poor thing.”

“Yes,” you huff, “Me, I’m the poor thing because she insisted on crawling into our bed and kept kicking me in the ribs all night.”

“Hmm,” he hums, resting his chin against your head, “Explains the post-it stuck to my face this morning. ‘Help me Steve Harrington, you’re my only hope! Can you get Bub off to Aunt Nancy & Robin’s and please (for the love of god) let me sleep in? xxx —the love of your life & bearer of your child.”

“Hey,” you grouse into his chest, “I am clever and cute and you love me.”

Steve pulls back to get a better look at you— sleep mused, hair askew, barely dressed in a sweatshirt that had seen better days, and bare feet. He reaches down to link his fingers through yours. It feels so good, and warm, and you sigh almost contentedly.

“Course I do.” He takes a breath, “How could I not?”

“Steve Harrington,” you whisper against his lips, “You sweet talkin’ me?”

And with that, you crash your lips over his, sliding your tongue—sweet and heavy with promise into the space of his mouth.

He tastes like a stolen cigarette and coffee, cinnamon dancing on his tongue from the Big Red he’d swiped from the car. Kisses you slow and deep, easing you back against the counter. Chest pressed flush to yours, you let out an involuntary hiss.

“Somethin’ wrong?”

A shake of your head as your pepper his cheeks with kisses, bristles of five o’clock shadow catching against your lips.

“My tits just really hurt.”

“Huh,” he tuts, leaning back to look you over. “That’s uh… new.”

Quirking your brow, you level him with a look. “And how would you know?”

Steve’s lips curl in a slow smile, “I notice things.”

Glancing to the green numbers illuminated on the microwave, you grab his hand and make for the staircase. “Sure you do, big guy,” you toss over your shoulder playfully.

Settling him on the bed, you trot back into the en suite and return with the white plastic test in your hand. Handing it to him without fanfare, you watch as his face turns from one of mild curiosity to that of astonishment. Shock.

There was a cautious longing in your eyes and your face was measured. The air was weighted in silence, desire crystallizing as he leaned towards you, a pull he allowed himself to fall toward, closing the space between, choosing not to think, blocking out any hesitation and he was kissing you.

You were trying not to rush this, trying to savor this, slowly, carefully, tormented with the scent of his skin, all warm and washed linen, comfort laced in a simmering heat that he kept tempered somewhere deep within his soul.

Your face was cradled in his hands, pulling you closer, skin hot against palms, lips hotter still against his own when he realised the rain had stopped.

You crawl into his lap, straddle his waist, and his breath is punched out of his lungs in awe of your beauty. You undress him with deft fingers, yanking his clothes, hissing when he pulls away to peel the shirt off— as if not touching him pains you. The sweatshirt comes off— thrown carelessly landing somewhere on the floor— Steve revels in the exposure your chest—soft, heaving with love and agony.

Steve. Stevie. I love you. I love you. I love you so much.

Desperate, again.

You tug his hair, grip his chest and back, kiss him until his head spins. The bed creaks softly, as if it doesn’t want to interrupt the sounds that your bodies create together.

His kisses were deliberate towards one destination as his hands moved toward another, caressing you soft on the skin of your hips, slowly, sweetly up your sides and arching your back where you perched, a way to kiss you harder, reach you further to rediscover all his favorite parts of you.

The moan started low in your throat as he eased himself into you, sinking all the way to the hilt, delicious and easy, because he couldn’t wait and neither could you. You in all your love and splendor, always ready, always open for him, legs widening and gripping him as he began to move, slowly and agonizingly sweet.

Steve was trying to restrain himself, slow it down, revel in the feel of you, warm and wet and wonderful around him. He wanted to make it go slow, try not to lose himself through your soft sounds, the little breaths that told him the how, the when, the yes, please, right there, yes as you dissolved into moans that had him aching.

It was less deliberate now, more messy, a stuttered rhythm that had his legs feeling shaky, chasing his release, the push and pull of desire tightening, closer, hotter, tighter, and then an instant hardness that had him seeing stars, mouth tucked into the curve of your neck, your fingers threaded, gripping his locks, spilling feeling from his cock through your cunt.

He makes love to you, and even though he is bone tired from the hectic morning, he doesn’t feel it until you tremble in his arms and slump against his chest.

Your breath caught in your throat when he drew back to look at you, half-embarrassed, half a smile awash in his flushed face, hazel eyes full and wanting – utterly beautiful. Steve kissed your nose, your mouth, lingering sweetness on your lips, and you groaned as he picked you up, still buried inside you, his hands strong beneath your ass, fingers itching to trail the familiar paths of faded stretch marks. To praise the skin that grew to house you and your daughter, knew instinctively what to do, even if you were less than pleased with their sudden arrival.

Steve can’t help it - he loves your body for that, for keeping you and Bub safe. It’s something he won’t ever experience, but each time he happens to catch sight of you, pregnant or not, he can’t help but feel that he’s witnessing something sacred. Something holy.

The bed now, a comfort beneath your back, sheets scrambled beneath his palms as he balanced himself above you, then a stuttered breath as he slipped out, your muscles already missing the fullness of him. His pretty head moved lower now, your pretty hands still stroking through his pretty hair, sending pretty shivers through his spine.

The gasp was low in your throat when Steve pushed his fingers inside you, slow and agonizing, damp with you and him, all melded together and you almost winced when he dipped his mouth between your thighs, his tongue careful and deliberate, tasting you, tasting him, his mouth warm and licking you from core to clit.

This time, your legs were shaking, skin like fire and you were already too wound up, too high on just the feel on him, his hair brushing skin, beard soft on your thighs. Your fingers were fisted still through his hair, and god, he loved the way he knew how to drive you by the tension in your hands, the scrabbled grip through his locks as you got closer, more breathless, a groan and then an arch of toes before you were wrung out and writhing beneath him.

A clap of thunder sounded out as you collapsed, loose limbs and shivery skin as he came up to kiss you, shared joy and wonder, near awe that he could still bring you over the edge this way.

Steve's hair was something else now, wild and beautiful – definitely overdue for a trim and you were laughing now, face sparkling with glee.

“You look awful,” you told him, bringing your lips up to kiss him, all giggly with delight.

“Thank you,” he replied, nosing you close and drawing new breaths from your tongue as your hands drifted to the velvet skin beneath his thighs, working him slow and sweet.

“Oh, I will,” you answered, tempered smile in that face he adored so well, and shifted your body, drawing Steve onto his back as you dipped lower and he tried to hold the groan as you took him in your mouth.

He had to look away, some way to regather himself, the rushing blood through his skin, shooting straight to his cock, the warmth of your mouth on him, your tongue stroking him, the push and drag of your lips along that sensitive skin.

Steve focused on the feeling of you surrounding him, your warmth, your light, but even so, it was too much after a while and he had to change it, change the way you felt on him before he got too eager, too earnest. He lifted you, a giggle escaping your lips as you pulled off him with one last, deliberate drag of your mouth and this time, he couldn’t help the moan from his lips.

It was heaven, warm and sweet, when he pushed into you for the second time, your knees almost matched high at your chest, grazing your aching nipples as he found that special part of you that drew his most favorite sounds. You were keening, moving slowly together, trying not to lose control, trying to savor this for as long as you possibly could in this delicious bubble of time and space. _

Hours later and the pair of you had yet to leave the house. Rain pouring on and off throughout the afternoon and into the evening.

A tentative look at your belly, still smooth and firm. His hand finds the plane of it, fingers brushing the skin and over newly forming goosebumps. A surprising amount of excitement flutters in his own at the thought. It’d be good.

Steve insisted on throwing something together for dinner and made his way downstairs. He’s excited at the prospect of another baby, especially if they continued to take after you like Bub had. And she’d be adorable big sister, his heart swells at the thought.

He grabs the plates and heads back upstairs, the creak of the trick-step signalling his ascent. Nudging the door open with his hip, he pauses to take in the sight of you, and sets the plates on the nightstand.

Steve doesn’t know how someone can light up a room like you, just sitting there in his sweatshirt, doing nothing but smile. “Honey,” he says quietly, like he doesn’t want to disturb the moment but can’t help himself. He just wants to see you looking at him.

“Yeah?” You turn your head ever so slightly, peek up under flared lashes— sleepy eyes struggling to stay awake— still sparkling. “What is it?”

“Honey, I love you.” Is all he can manage. Everything else seems to fade away.

And then you smile, a slow curling of your soft lips, cupid’s bow catching a moonbeam. You smile so sweetly his heart stops in his chest. The world comes rushing back with your tired sigh and your hand linking itself with his. One beat, two beats, steadily, heavily, his blood pulses again when you kiss his cheek and murmur,

“I love you, too.”

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington smut #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington fanfiction #dad! steve harrington #Spotify

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thndrs-wrtr · 6 months

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Hello!! That Chan pic with the baby is just sjdjsjdj and the entire video, lord. I was wondering if u could write something like thar pls, needing fluff dad Chan 🥹

OMG YES. ABSOLUTELY . Also, golden star for you for being my first request ⭐️

Let's see what I come up with.

Warnings: Dad Bangchan. Fluff, extreme domestic fluff.

Big hugs

Ever since Chan came back to work after his hiatus, he promised he would come back home earlier. In the end, he had to come back not only to his house, but to his home. It wasn't just you waiting for him, now there was a tiny little human being that would wait for him.

However, Chan's promise was forgotten that day. It was already 10pm and he was nowhere to be seen. The apple didn't fall far from the tree, for Daesung refused to sleep for the entire day. No nap time, and he was definitely far from falling asleep anytime soon. He's definitely his son, you thought when the tiny almost two year old refused closing his eyes.

Walking around the place, singing, showing him toys, begging, anything worked. Instead, his tears kept flowing and so did your stress. His diaper was clean, he ate his dinner, he didn't seem to be hurt, the thought of taking him to the hospital faded when he finally sat still on the floor and started playing with his toys, and if he was not sleeping, at least he have you some peaceful minutes to a quick trip to the bathroom.

Chan finally arrived home, quietly. He smiled when he saw the boy giving his entire attention to his tiny, tiny guitar, pulling the nylon strings one by one, thank you uncle Han for the present.

He hid behind the wall, just showing his face when he finally spoke, calling the baby's attention.

"Hello there"

His dimples appeared on his cheeks and his eyes became smaller thanks the smiling expression. The baby quickly turned around, and started moving his legs and arms in an attempt of getting up.

The older man left his hiding and went straight to him, kneeling as to pick him up. Daesung started giggling right away, gripping onto Chan's shirt without hesitation.

"Your eyes are so red, had you been crying, hm? No, don't cry! Let's whipe those eyes, yeah? Don't cry, I've got you, ok?."

He said with a downward smile, rubbing his nose against the chubby cheek after cleaning the dry tears on his cheeks, making you melt right away when you appeared in the room once again, leaning in the doorframe for a few seconds while Chan didn't notice you.

"Two good looking boys and I look like if I'm back from a camping night" you said in between giggles.

"Ah, baby" Chan laughed as well, walking towards your way and kissing your shortly as a hello. "I'm sorry, yeah? I knew I said I'd arrive early and-" you cut his words.

"Watch him while I take a quick shower. I need it. Then I'll forgive you."

"Sounds like a fair deal"

Chan agreed, and his attention went back to Daesung. He lifted him in his arms in swift motions, the baby giggling and kicking his legs whenever Chan would lift him up in the air, and then back down using his mouth to immitate the sound of a rocket. Their tiny game continued for a few minutes, until Chan took him back to the bedroom.

"Shall we put you on your pj's, yeah?" He said with a kind of high pitched voice, "yeah, you need to be in your pj's. Is late and you gotta sleep, ok?" He told him as if he'd get a solid answer in return.

"I wrote so many verses for you today, probably a bit cheesy but yeah. Ah, you're gonna hate me when you're fifteen aren't you"

Chan giggled while he was changing Daesung into his onesie. He leaned forward, gently tickling the boy's belly, and the multiple "nom noms" on his neck, hands and belly didn't take long in appear, making the baby giggle and kick his feet at his dad's attention.

You had no idea how time you spent taking your quick shower, but after a long day after barely eating, constantly trying to calm down Daesung's crying, you really needed some time alone, and you knew Chan had it all covered outside.

However, when you got out the silence made you worried. Usually, Chan would be singing, or holding conversations with no replies back other than babbles, or music playing in the background. But now? Silence. Pure, and absolute silence.

The dim light of your bedroom made you walk towards it, the scene making you feel like sit down in that same spot and cry.

An unsual, asleep shirtless Chan under the sheets, accompanied by the image you wanted to see the entire day. Daesung finally, finally asleep. And not only asleep. He was soundly asleep using Chan's chest as bed, his tiny hands holding onto him while Chan's arms were perfectly wrapped around him a very, very big hug.

You walked towards them very cautiously, keeping your hand on Daesung's back for brief seconds as you leaned forward to kiss his head, repeating the gesture but this time on Chan's temple. Apparently, someone was refusing to sleep without his dad.

And you understood your son perfectly, you couldn't fall asleep easily when Chan wasn't there, how could you, if not wrapped in his arms?

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eoieopda · 1 year

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Can you please do a jungkook being dad or to be dad ?!?🥹🫠they’re freaking cute

aaaaaah! i love writing dad!bangtan 🥹

ft. established relationship au, unmarried jk & reader, mention of unplanned pregnancy, matching timbs.

No part of your life proceeded as planned.

Somehow, everything you ended up with fell right into your lap before you could think to seek it. One of those sudden discoveries was Jungkook, your now-boyfriend, who crashed into your life four years ago in the most literal sense — on a bike, right into the side of your car.

Things escalated from first aid on the sidewalk to compensatory japchae at a nearby restaurant. When his nose stopped bleeding and your bellies were full, the conversation kept flowing until the restaurant staff begged to be able to close for the night.

You didn’t expect him to stick around for all of that, but you were glad he did.

He became a recurring character in your life after that; promoting himself to series regular in the same way your sporadic coffee dates became part of your daily routine. From the café up the block to your jointly-purchased kitchen table, he was present at your side.

Your pregnancy came about just as unexpectedly. Only a year into your relationship, you pissed on a stick to confirm a hunch. You — perhaps unfairly — expected a negative reaction to that positive result, but what you got instead was partnership. Jungkook’s presence once again communicating his promise to stay.

And shit, did he make good.

For someone who didn’t plan to become a father at twenty-three, he was as good at this as he was literally everything else. A quick study, he could change a diaper faster than you could blink.

Jungkook made it all look easy, too; not exhausting, not frustrating, just natural. He soothed Jungsoo’s crying with minimal effort — usually with a song — and he was especially adept at keeping that smushy face smiling.

Best of all, you couldn’t identify a single moment in which the work felt unequal. He was adamant that parenting was a team sport.

True to form, he turned the dreaded, late-night wake-ups into a competition against himself. He’d set new personal records in both his response time and his resolution time. He’d be back in bed, wrapping himself around you before your sleep-steeped brain fully processed his absence.

Working full-time from home meant that you got to marvel at his talents in real-time. Watching the two of them interact throughout each day, you fell more impossibly in love with both of them. With their unbridled imaginations; their special, shared language; the eerily familiar way Jungsoo buffered through his confusion.

Because of your beloved boys, your house was full of laughter — every single day. You didn’t have to miss a single second.

Sitting at your kitchen table with your laptop open in front of you, you were halfway through today’s project. Jungkook had taken over the finger-painting session so you could meet your deadline without issue. At some point, though, you noticed a quiet you weren’t used to.

It was too early for nap time, so where was the giggling? The sing-alongs that made up the soundtrack to your day?

In the laundry room down the hall, you heard the door to the garage open and shut again. It was followed by slow, careful footfalls up the wooden steps; then an odd, metallic clatter that prompted you to stand. Before you could investigate further, there they came:

Jungkook, holding a step stool and a shopping bag from the hardware store. The pair of them must have slipped out unnoticed during your conference call earlier.

Jungsoo, holding his father’s hand while keeping plastic safety goggles on his face with the other. They coordinated perfectly with the toy tool-belt wrapped around his waist, and the yellow hard hat on his head.

Both were wearing Timberlands, though the smaller pair had zippers on the sides for ease of use.

“What are you two handymen up to?” You giggled as you placed your hands on your hips. Truly, the sight of them had you swooning; it would’ve been impossible not to smile.

The twenty-six-year-old exchanged a look with his three-year-old colleague; then the former held up the shopping bag. “The playroom ceiling needs a new eyeball.”

He said it matter-of-factly as if his explanation didn’t require one of its own. Jungkook noted the way you blinked slowly back at him, then he cleared his throat with a laugh.

“Sorry — lightbulb,” he corrected himself as he gently patted the top of your son’s hard hat. It shifted slightly at the contact, but Jungkook was quick to fix it. “I’m studying up on Jungsoo-ese.”

At the mention of his name, Jungsoo’s entire face lit up. His nose scrunched as he smiled, leaving his two front teeth on full display. You lovingly tapped the tip of that crinkled nose with your index finger, “I need lessons, apparently!”

Jungkook nodded, then knelt down to consult with his partner. He whispered something that you didn’t catch, and then Jungsoo went rocketing off to the playroom with a whoop. As soon as he was gone, Jungkook stood, wrapped his arms around you, and pulled you in for a kiss that left you breathless.

“I can tutor you, baby,” he promised with a cheeky grin, “But my expertise doesn’t come cheap.”

“Oh?” You smirked, “Name your price.”

He kept his eyes fixed on you as he nodded, much more serious when he spoke again, “We can negotiate specifics after bedtime, but I think this construction crew would benefit from a little expansion.”

Leaning up onto your toes, you carded your fingers through his hair and kissed him deep. You pulled away only to murmur against his lips, “There are more eyeballs in this house than there are hands to fix them…”

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sourbinnie · 1 year

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Can I request a fic Where Hyunjin comes back home to you from the Versace event thingy and he’s just really emotional because he thinks he didn’t do well w his English and outfit n stuff but then you comfort him and promise him that he did great and that you’re proud of him and it’s all cute and fluffy🥹

title -> pieces genre -> hurt/comfort pair -> hyunjin x gn!reader a/n: hope this is what you wanted! thank you sm for the request<3

i knew his flight was delayed and that he wasn't getting here as early as we expected to. i got home from work and decided to make it as comfortable as it was just for him, just so he wouldn't have to worry about anything at all. i was so proud of my boyfriend for making it this big and having a chance to fly out and enjoy a fashion show. i knew his passion for clothes and creating them, it was really exciting that he got this opportunity. it was good publicity not only for the band, but for the fact that the person wearing these clothes was an incredible human being that deserved all the love & praise he was getting. they deserved to know that hwang hyunjin was a magnificent person, just as charming as when i first met him.

even if it was late and i had work in the morning, i decided to stay up and wait for him. i just didn't wanna welcome him home with my sleeping figure and the fact that we were probably not gonna see each other tomorrow morning, just made me want to stay up more.

the hours passed and it felt like an eternity but i remained strong as yawn after yawn escaped from me. that's when i heard the door to our apartment unlock and i turned off the tv. i got up and smiled as i saw him, he was wearing another outfit (clearly versace again) and he looked as breathtaking as one could be. it took me by surprise when i suddenly felt his arms wrap around me and give me the sweetest of hugs but i responded back fast as i hugged him. my hand going to his hair to rub him and the other one on his cheek to make him look at me.

i knew that expression way too well. he was feeling insecure, about what? i would have to ask. for now we stayed there hugging and looking at each other, mumbling "i love you" and not stopping. that's when i felt a tear drop fall from him and i decided to take him to the couch to sit us down and actually conversate about what was going.

"jinnie, talk to me when you're ready, okay?" i said and he nodded quickly as more tears were escaping his eyes. he grabbed my hands to trace patterns and distract himself but the sadness was clearly overwhelming. i've seen him distraught before, it was nothing new but it concerned me either way. what if he felt this way when he was at the event? in a foreign country? and i could not be there for him.

it made a feeling in my chest that stung but i held on as i wiped away his tears. i knew he could get emotional and he didn't mind showing his feelings at all but sometimes he wouldn't say what was happening and i was worried it would be one of those days until he finally spoke up.

"too much." he said as he choked back on his sobs and i looked at him again. "it was too much. i don't know how i got through it without making a scene."

"what do you mean baby?" i asked as i handed him a tissue to wipe the new tears that wouldn't stop. "you didn't feel comfortable in the event?".

"not at all." he said with a broken laugh as his eyes met mine again, reddish and with a deep kind of sadness buried in them. i was starting to realize what was going on, i knew my babe was an introvert, i knew how hard for him was to interact, to be out there, especially in those kinds of shows where you were so exposed. "i felt ridiculous, like i can't even speak english properly and even if they insisted for me to talk in korean, i wanted to prove myself and i failed."

hyunjin wasn't fluent in english, i knew that but he tried his damn hardest and this broke my heart. there was no one that put as much effort and love for the language than him and i wish he would see that but i would let him talk before i ramble too much.

"also the outfit, everyone had the fanciest stuff and i was just standing there. feeling so left out and stupid. god, why did they invite me if i was gonna be humiliated like this?" he exclaimed as i tried to put the pieces together. i didn't notice anyone being extra luxurious on the pictures that i've seen. just lots of people wearing the versace outfits they were offered, maybe he felt like it was too little but i think it was perfect. "i just feel like i'm never enough, i can never be myself and be enough for a place. it was so hard to interact with people (y/n), i don't know what i do wrong."

"nothing." i said clear as water and he looked at me confused. "you might feel like you're failing with your english, with the outfit or the scenery but you really aren't doing anything wrong jinnie".

"i just wished you were there with me." as much as i would love to agree with him, we couldn't be seen due to his contract. but yeah to be by his side and take care of him would be truly a blessing and if it helps him that's what matters.

"babe i know but for now you're probably gonna have to attend more of these. i think you looked beautiful, you always do and it's hard to not look at you when you walk in the room." i said as he blushed and i just smiled 'cause his shyness was just so adorable of him. "i truly mean that, the outfit wasn't extravagant but it fit you and you're not that. you create such a comfortable atmosphere and you have so much love to give that's hard not to fall for you".

"you're just saying that because you have to." he said as he looked down and intertwined his fingers with mine, comfortable touches from his hand to mine as i made him look at me again.

"i'm saying it because it's true." i said firmly and with an honest look in my eyes. "also your english might not be perfect but you can communicate well and people understand what you say baby. you have a really sweet way with words and everyone was mesmerized by it."

"do i?" he said and i could see in his eyes he was starting to believe me.

"you do! it's really beautiful how you talk." i said smiling as i thought about the many times he studied english and asked felix or chan for advice. "overall and for real, i am proud of you. proud of how far you've come and how much you're gonna show to the world. proud of the effort you put it in for a language that's not your own. proud of the representation you're giving. i am so happy that you get to do these things so people can see you and see the man i fell in love with."

he was again teary eyed but i was hoping it was happy ones instead of cruel & sad ones. i could feel another hug coming in as i held him. he whispered "thank you" so many times that his voice got hoarse from all the crying and the repeating. i just held him in my arms and kissed his forehead.

"you're the best significant other i could ask for." he said and i just smiled.

"that's you jinnie." i responded as i gave him a little peck. "let's go to bed yeah? it's been a long day for you."

#sourbinnie #skz drabbles #skz short imagines #skz scenarios #skz x reader #skz hyunjin #skz angst #skz imagines #stray kids drabbles #stray kids imagines #stray kids x reader #hyunjin x reader #stray kids x you #skz hurt/comfort

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romanoffsbish · 1 year

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Cuddle Bug 🐞 🫂

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Carol x Val ; Bishova 🥰❤️

SIKE! Fluff train still flows through the station besties, I promise not to go all dark on you, 🥹🥰

I wrote this for a very special person, and I hope it brings her comfort in these trying times (🖕🏼you Mercury for being in retrograde lol) ❤️

Warnings: None, unless tooth rotting fluff bothers you lol (Emotional R 🤷🏼‍♀️)

Smut: Soft!Shower sex, Mommy (N), Fingering(R), Marking (R), Praising!!

18+ | Minors DNI !!!

(Gifs from Google/Tenor)

Natasha sighed heavily, her breaths fanning across your sleeping face, and she smiled wide as your nose lightly twitched from the breeze. That, and the subtle smacking of your lips was a telltale sign to her that you're nearly awake, and since she's leaving this evening she doesn't exactly feel that bad being the reason you're going to be up "early." Though the clock is flashing a reasonable 10:00AM behind you she just knows you're going to be a grump about it.

She'll gladly take a grumpy Y/N, to be honest she'd take you anyway you came, you're the human embodiment of a safe space for her. This—the genuine domesticity, is everything the trained assassin had ever wanted, and she knows now that it is all she would ever need. You'd come into her life at a time when the world expected too much from her, and with her guilty heart she was ready to give it all.

Then you showed up, and like the breath of fresh air you are you never expected much of anything from her. She'd been hesitant to let you in when you first joined the team five years ago, but now, with you perfectly molded against her body she finds it a silly notion that she ever ran away from you and your serenity. Love came far too naturally with you, all she'd ever known was that it was meant for children, but with every soft touch, or giggle her guarded heart was being disarmed by your open one.

To the world you were a force to be reckoned with, most feared you and your skillset, but behind closed doors you are not a threat. Natasha, as well as many other Avengers, view you as if you were akin to a snuggly koala, and now that you've retired it's almost all you are. Soft, and full of love to give, and with a group of superheroes it's almost a necessity to have you around; cuddles heal the broken.

Just as you went to shift your body so your face could hide in the pillow she stopped you with a gentle touch to your shoulder resulting in your immediate groans of protest. Natasha smiled at your expected outburst, then she leaned in to whisper in your ear., "Now, now, how about you wake-up, and spend the day with me.," you didn't even budge, and she was honestly a tad bit offended., "Or you can stay in bed, and miss your chance at snuggles before I leave."

An eye popped open, and she sighed in relief, but then you squinted said eye, glaring halfway up at her, she was both confused, and amused., "Is this not snuggling?," you rasped out, and the assassin pouted at your factual words., "Yes, but it's not proper if you're snoring in my face the entire time.," her adorable whining lightly roused you out of your grumpy state., "Fair enough Nat, I'm up, so what's the move?"

The redhead leaned in to kiss you as soon as you changed your tune, shifting your positions until she was lying atop of you, and that's how you two spent the following twenty minutes. Engaged in a slow, yet passionate make out session, where every last bit of love the two of you felt for one another was transferred.

It would've lasted through the hour too, but your stomach announcing your hunger roused your lover to move into action, and pull you to the kitchen. Feeding you well before she left was always a must, because she knew when she left you failed at maintaining a decent intake., "Bon appetite, mon cherie.," she placed the plate of french toast, with fruits and eggs in front of you, then she settled a kiss to your forehead before she took her space beside you., "Merci, mon amour.," a tint of pink decorated her cheeks, she always loved when you spoke to her in such soft ways, it never failed to make her whole body warm with bewildered delight.

The day went by in the blink of an eye, full of unwavering joy, but ending now in immense sadness as you watch Nat slipping into her mission suit, a permanent frown on your face., "Stop that detka, you're going to get wrinkles.," the redhead teased, trying her best not to mirror your mood in a show of faux bravery., "Yeah? Aging is natural—are you saying you'd stop loving me if I had wrinkles Natty?," she heard you sniffle, and almost immediately she dropped to her knees before you on the bed.

"Detka.," she sweetly whispered, using her hands to link with yours, and moving until her face found yours., "Don't say such silly things.," she chuckled when you squealed, her having pulled your body off the bed and into her lap., "I just don't like seeing my baby so sad is all."

A sigh left her lips when you buried your face in the crook of her neck, where you began to leave soft kisses against the sliver of exposed skin., "I'm going to miss you Natty.," her heart nearly snapped in two as you began to cry, and the thought of telling Fury to shove it crossed her mind, but then she reminded herself that her petition for retirement calls for only two more months of this, then she's free to leave, and live out a life worth living with you., "I'll miss you so much moya lyubov', but I'll be back in no time.," she offered you a smile, and you mirrored it the best you could with puffy eyes., "Safe and sound?," she nodded, then kissed your lips for a final time before she pulled you both off the ground, and embraced you tightly.

Natasha picked up her duffle bag, while carrying you out of the room as you latched onto her like you always did as she left. Yelena was standing in the middle of the hangar, as she always was to collect you from her sister., "Come now my koala, it's my turn for all the snuggles.," you always giggled when she took you from Natasha with a smug smirk., "Be mindful of who's girlfriend she is Lena.," the elder sister warned, and she rolled her eyes., "I'm well aware that Y/N has bad taste sestra.," you narrowed your eyes at the blonde, but when she smirked at you all the anger melted, and you snuggled into her hold., "Ha. Mine."

Yelena immediately took off, hold on you tight to keep you secured, because her sister was already cursing at her from afar, if she were to injure you she just knew her days would be numbered., "Get comfy moye solnyshko.," Yelena grunted as she tossed you onto her mattress before moving to her bathroom, you gasped excitedly when you found you weren't alone in the bed., "Kitkat!," you squealed, the brunette's brown eyes slowly fluttered open., "Y/N/N.," she half smiled at you, then as if it were second nature she pulled you in, and the both of you sighed at the comforting hold.

The peace lasted all of two seconds though, as the blonde returned, and threw herself atop of the both of you., "Make room my girls, I'm supposed to be the middle spoon this time!," you both groaned at the impact, but shuffled for her nonetheless, and with the warmth of their bodies, and love, you fell asleep quickly., "Such a snuggle butt she is, my sister is lucky.," Kate shoved her girlfriend lightly, but in a way she agreed with her lover, Natasha was lucky.

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Days had gone by, and the couple kept you close, but unfortunately they were also called away on a mission, and so that left you alone. There wasn't an exact science to it, but come day three without Nat, and you were usually at your worst in terms of missing the woman. Which is how you found yourself in the one place she loved most, wearing all of her clothes, and wrapped up in her designated blanket.

Wanda was reading in the compounds study when she heard a body shifting uncontrollably. Peering over the couch in the corner she found your teary eyed face looking back at her, then when you reached for her she wasted no time in joining you on the tiny couch. She laid directly atop of you to ground you, and once your sniffling had lessened she shifted to her side and pulled your face to her chest., "Oh honey, why didn't you come to find me?," your arms tightened around her., "Didn't wanna bother you Wands, you seemed busy earlier."

"I'm never too busy for you Y/N/N, you should know that by now.," she settled a kiss to your temple, then ran a hand up and down your back just like she knew you loved., "Get some rest now malen'kiy, I'll be here with you, then when you wake up we'll go make dinner.," an accomplished smile overtook your sister's face when she felt your soft patterned breaths, and after a few moments she also slipped into a nap, it's really hard not to when you have a human shaped furnace there to lull you.

When the both of you awoke a few hours later Wanda allowed herself a moment to just bask in your cuddles, dinner could wait a few more minutes, because she knew everyone would understand that you don't pass up on cuddles with Y/N., "You hungry malen'kiy?," she asked in a whisper, to which you nodded against her chest., "Then let's go make dinner for the team.," and though neither of you wanted to get up, you both shuffled off the couch and made your way to the kitchen where a group of people were waiting., "Valkyrie! Carol!"

The otherworldly woman beamed at the sight of you, opening their arms wide as an obvious invitation, and they nearly awe'd out loud as you shuffled into their embrace with your lovers blanket still wrapped tightly around your body., "We were hoping for dinner, but this is even better.," the Asgardian admitted, and the blonde simply tightened her grip in agreement., "I am so happy you guys are here."

Valkyrie, and Carol soon turned to your sister, engaging in light conversation with her about their previous endeavors, while you cuddled further into the King's hold, and she smiled down at you as you did., "Such a cutie pie.," you shied away from the teasing compliment, huffing even in an attempt to warn her, but she just chuckled lightly, and held you tighter., "Calm down now, unless you plan to smother me to death with your snuggles, I am not afraid of you in the slightest honey."

"Careful Val, Y/N might be the cutest thing around these parts, but she's deadly as can be.," Carol winked at you as she spoke, and you smiled in triumph when the other woman gazed at you skeptically, then shivered at the sight of the ice blue swirling around your eyes., "You know Danvers, I won't doubt you here."

"Smart choice.," you tiredly mumbled, and in a few moments time you were lightly snoring., "She's sleeping again?," Wanda remarked in an exaggerated tone to give way to the fact that she expected nothing less than this, and the couple giggled as they looked down at you., "Nobody would ever believe she was the most dangerous person in this room.," Carol mused while snapping a photo of your softened face to immediately send it off to your girlfriend.

—

The next day came and went with you literally attached to your sister's side, and the witch loved every second of it. She missed having to be your cuddle partner, if she didn't love how happy you genuinely were with Natasha she'd have likely sabotaged the relationship ages ago.

Now though, on day five, you were moping around the empty compound wondering where everyone could have possibly gone. There was no one left to cuddle, at one point you even began looking for Tony, desperation nearly leading you into the stinky mans arms, but fortunately for your later pride he was also out. Today was even worse than the last few days for you, because Natasha is due back at some point between today and tomorrow depending on the weather and amount of paperwork.

Suspense was always your worst enemy, which is also why being alone was the absolute worst. You dropped onto the couch in a huff., "Friday, shuffle my tunes please.," you stared up at the ceiling dramatically as the AI did as you said., " 'Y/N's — What Even is Existence, if not just a Means to Cause Pain?' playlist is on shuffle."

Songs began to blur the longer you laid there, staring up and imagining it was your girlfriend hovering above you and not the swinging light. After an hour of lying there you slipped into a light slumber, completely oblivious to the sound of scuffling at the compounds doors, but then a loud boom had you shooting into a sitting position., "Honey, I am home!," you bounded off the couch and straight into the blondes arms., "What am I? Chopped liver?"

"Don't be silly KitKat, it's called saving the best for last.," you teased while shifting into her arms and missing the way Yelena's face drops, or how Kate's tongue pokes out at her lover., "That sounds like no mac and cheese for you!"

The three of you filtered back into the living room after a bout of bickering, leading to the blonde saying you got all the mac and cheese after you threatened to "Tell Natty on her.," and now that all was well again you'd began to watch the Harry Potter films upon Kate's requests, and against Yelena's pleading. It didn't matter to you honestly, all you wanted was cuddles, and honestly they felt the same.

As the hours went by, the team began to slowly return to the compound, filtering into the living room, and silently fighting over who got to hold you next. After a few hours of playing "hot Y/N," dinner was finally ordered, and Wanda held you close, and ensured you ate it, while everyone settled into the blankets you set on the floor, and watched your favorite movie.

You were so enthralled with what was taking place on the screen that you once again missed the creaking of the front door. Everyone else saw the silhouette of your lover though, and for their safety they began to create loads of space. To which you did take notice of, all the warmth was being stolen from you, but when you went to protest it died on your lips, and was replaced with squeals and the soft pattering of your feet., "NATTY!!!!," she effortlessly caught you, and pulled you up and into her strong arms., "I've missed you so much my sweetest girl."

The redhead nodded to everyone in the room in silent thanks before taking her leave with the quiet sobbing body attached to hers., "Shh, I'm home moya lyubov', and I'm going nowhere.," she carried you into your bathroom next, where she started to run the tap, and while it warmed she pressed your body against the marble with hers, and cupped your wet cheeks., "Hey, hey, there's no need to cry sweetheart.," she tenderly pressed her lips to your cheeks, catching your tears in the bow of her lip as she did, and soon she was transferring that salty taste to you as she locked her lips with yours., "I'm right here detka, mommy's got you."

With an effortless pull your shirt was removed, followed quickly by the rest of your clothes, then in the blink of an eye you found yourself under the stream of steaming water, with your girlfriends hands trailing over your bare body., "Mommy, please.," she smirked into the kiss., "What is it detka?," her lips began to trail down your slippery skin, leaving behind her marks in the most familiar of places., "Tell mommy what you need from me... I'm not a mind reader."

"Need to feel you inside.," you panted, already out of breath as she had been toying with your breasts while you had been aimlessly begging for more., "There we go detka, my smart girl using her words so well.," at the sight of your proud smile she slammed her lips back to yours for a heated kiss, while her fingers lazily traveled down to spread your folds apart, and she groaned into your mouth upon finding out you were already wet enough for her., “Fuck."

Natasha slipped two fingers into you with ease, her lips on yours to stifle the initial gasp, but soon they were en route to your breasts, she never was one for restricting your heavenly sounds., "There you go detka, show me just how well my fingers are fucking into your tight little cunt.," she kept a slow, and steady pace as she worked on bringing you to a place of total euphoria, because to her there was just always something so beautiful about watching you coming apart so openly with only her fingers and mouth involved in the process.

Her own core throbbed whenever you moaned in pleasure, but she paid it no mind, because it was always all about you when she returned. You’d never taken her being gone on solo missions well, and so whenever she returned the first twenty four hours were for you. There wasn't anything more important to her than making sure your bodies were reconnected, it was her quickest way of reassuring you of her permanence, and quite frankly being wrapped up in the sheets, or in the shower like you both were now were some of her favorite moments.

The two of you had a rather lively sex life, so much so that Tony installed a sound proofing option a few years back. But these moments, they are different, it’s not a carnal experience as much as it is a seeking of deeper intimacy. Being buried deep inside of you brought the redhead immense comfort, knowing that she is the only one allowed to have you like this, to be able to lay her claim to you while your body racks with pleasure that only she can bring.

Natasha’s tongue was swirling over your sensitive nipples, with her thumb delivering slow, yet incredibly powerful circles to your clit so she knew she’d have you nearing that edge of bliss in no time. She released your nipple when she felt your chest heaving even harder, your walls now clinging to her unrelentingly. Quickly she peppered kisses all over your chest, retracing over the route of her marks, then she gently pecked your parted lips for reassurance. She pulled back with a soft smile, your eyes held an obvious pleading, and she leaned her forehead to yours., “Let go for mommy detka.,” she whispered the encouragement while her fingers curled perfectly into your innermost sensitive spot, and your body arched into hers.

“Such a good fucking girl.,” she groaned as she felt your slick release trailing down her palm., “Always so good for me, fuck, I need to taste you my sweetest girl., ” her arm remained around you as she held your tired form up, she continued to whisper softly to you as her fingers left your core with pitiful whines., “Taste so sweet detka, smooth like honey.”

“I fucking love you so much detka.,” her hand that was once inside you moved to trace over the features of your face before cupping your cheek, and pulling you in for a deepened kiss., “My one and only.,” you smiled against her, breaking the kiss but she didn’t mind that much when she could feel your happiness so deeply., “I love you Natty, my one and only.,” she reconnected her lips to yours, exploring your mouth, and feeling rather affected as you moaned at your lingering taste on her tongue., “Let’s get all cleaned up detka, then we can continue this in the bedroom, sounds good?,” she placed a soft kiss to your shoulder, then got to work as soon as you nodded the go ahead.

Natasha took care as she cleaned your body, then she massaged your scalp tenderly, hoping to alleviate you of all your remaining stresses. A smile was on her face when you eagerly took the chance to return the favor, you sudsed up her loofah with your favorite body wash of hers, and tenderly traced it over her body. Her body shivered as you kissed over the fresh, tiny scrapes that marred her silky skin, then she watched with teary eyes as you kissed over all of her scars, parts of her she always wanted to hide were the parts you made sure to care for. Healing her in ways that are far deeper than the marks had ever been, which lead her to pull you back up and in for a needed hug.

“Natty, we have all day tomorrow, why don’t we just snuggle? I’ll run get you some dinner, and we can watch all the Bond movies.,” she chuckled at your offer, your face was already nuzzling into her chest telling her that you were definitely a bit tired, but also because there’s no way you’re even lasting the first movie, it still warms her heart that you’d try for her sake., “Sounds perfect detka, but I’ll just have Friday make one of the guys bring dinner up, I wanna start my snuggles instantly!,” she lifted you up, causing you to giggle as she ran your conjoined bodies out, and jumped onto the towel she’d already left on the mattress.

“Prettiest baby.,” she coo’d, now that she was straddling your naked body, and using the spare towel to dry you off, just to follow it up with a layer of lotion, and a baggy band t shirt., “Easy access.,” she answered your furrowed brows unspoken question with a wink, then a peck to your nose before she shifted you beneath the blankets, and repeated the process for herself just in time for her takeout to arrive.

Natasha settled into the bed, and within the second your body was smushed into her side, an arm laying over her, and that sight of your sleepy smile was enough to make her melt. After pressing play on the remote, she settled her hand on your back, and began to move it up and down to lull you to sleep faster while she ate her food, and watched her movie for as long as she could before her eyes would make their way back to just watch you sleeping, content to live in this moment forever really.

Just knowing that in every sense of the word, you’re hers—mind, body, and soul, well it is the reason her heart still beats without contempt; loving you was her peace in the storm that many would call life, and even if she winds up sharing you with the team at times, when you’re snuggled into her chest in the dead of night like this, she knows you are hers alone.

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bonny-kookoo · 10 months

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love night vision!! its so good and jk and mc is so cute in it. could we get a drabble of night vision couple where they cuddle for the first time 🥹

You're not very alright with close physical contact yet, and Jungkook respects that, has started to adjust his own behavior accordingly even. He knows that you need time to heal, and that considering you're not the same species, you're going to cope with things differently.

Even if you do not stay with him, it'll be fine. He just wants you to get better.

His surprise is clear when he wakes up in the early morning, woken up by his basilisks prodding at his face to get him up and alert. He's groggy and still half asleep, before he realizes one of his appendages is reaching in front of his bed onto the carpet-

Your hand holding onto it while you sleep on the soft carpet in front of his bed, no blanket or pillow.

"Oh bunny baby.." he chuckles a bit, carefully reaching down to run a hand over your head, making you slowly wake up, his tentacles almost curiously reaching out to you, only gently waved off and back by Jungkooks hand to not overwhelm you. "What are you doing there?" He asks, and you sit up stiffly, clearly sore from your long nap on the hard floor.

"..didn't want to sleep alone." You mumble. "But I didn't know if I could sleep in the bed." You say, making him clock his tongue.

"Of course you can. What's mine is yours now too." He explains, yawning before he throws back the thick blanket right next to him, patting the mattress. "You sure you wanna sleep in the same bed as me?" He asks, and it's making his heart jump how quickly you nod, eagerly looking up at him.

"I'd like to." You say, and he smiles, inviting you again with a tilt of his head into the direction of the bedside next to him.

Once you're under the blanket and next to him, you suddenly poke his naked back. Jungkook sleeps in only his underwear- a habit most of his species have. He turns to look at you over his shoulder, and you seem conflicted- until you ask.

"Can you hold me?" You ask, and his eyes widen, heart beating harder, thumping equally as loudly as your feet do onto the floor whenever you get frustrated, your little angry jumps way too cute to be taken seriously.

He nods, turning around to open his arms- and you eagerly scoot closer, arms and legs basically wrapping around him as best as you can, his chest your new pillow, warm skin providing comfort, and heart beating in his chest reminding you that he's still here.

He won't leave.

He'll keep his promise.

#bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts fic #jungkook imagine #hybrid imagine #jeon jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook imagine #alien jungkook #alien!jungkook

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herofics · 2 months

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Could you write something abt Toji (JJK) and his lover (female early 20s) cuddling you can add anything you want❤️ I just want an loving and intimate moment between them🥹😌

A/N: Decided to do a scenario for this, I’m procrastinating to avoid my school assignments lol. I really need to go to sleep so I apologize if this is nonsense, but I think it ended up being okay

You’d had a long day at work again, and you were exhausted. Toji hadn’t been home for a couple of days and as usual, he didn’t let you know how long he would be away. You weren’t really sure he himself knew when he would even come back, but it would be nice to hear from him. At least to know that he wasn’t dead in a ditch somewhere, not that that was really a concern, he was very rarely even injured on his jobs.

You were dragging your feet, not wanting to go home to an empty apartment. At least you had leftovers from last night’s take out, so you had something to eat when you got home.

When your home finally came into view, you noticed there were lights on in the apartment. You had been in a hurry in the morning, but it was very rare for you to forget to turn off the lights. You just sighed, the thought of Toji being back not even crossing your mind. You just climbed up the stairs to the second floor and entered your apartment with a yawn.

You noticed a pair of familiar, big shoes in the hall, and a smile spread across your face. He was back.

“Toji?” you called out, just to make sure.

“I‘m here, princess” a voice came from the living room.

You suddenly found yourself feeling a lot less tired than before. You quickly kicked off your shoes and hung up your jacket, before making your way to the living room. Toji was sitting on the couch, a can of beer on the coffee table in front of him. In addition to the beer can, there was an empty box on the table that used to have your leftovers in it.

“You ate my food” you stated as you placed your hands on his shoulders while standing behind him.

“Yeah, I was starvin” Toji said, leaning his head back to look at you. “But there’s more in the fridge”

“Oh? Well aren’t you considerate” you said with a smirk and kissed him on the forehead, before making your way to the fridge.

After you were done eating, you basically glued yourself to Toji’s side on the couch. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders and you started watching a movie. Not even thirty minutes after you’d started the movie, you were already feeling sleepy. That particular work day had really taken everything out of you.

“I think I’m gonna go to bed, I’m really tired” you yawned.

“I think I’ll join you” Toji said, stretching as he got up from the couch.

You walked to the bedroom, throwing all your clothes on the floor aside from your panties, before grabbing one of Toji’s t-shirts from the closet and throwing it on. He followed your example of throwing his clothes into a pile on the floor, aside from his underwear. You both went to brush your teeth, but you stopped on your tracks when he turned his back on you to leave the bathroom.

“You should tell me when you get hurt” you said shakily from behind him.

“It’s just a scratch, don’t worry about it” Toji said, rubbing the back of his neck as he stopped walking.

“It doesn’t look like scratch, more like it might need stitches” you carefully place your hand on his left shoulder blade, where a big gash now decorated his skin. It was almost as long as your hand.

“I’m fine princess, I promise” Toji sighed, turning around and taking your hand. “We were supposed to go to bed, remember?”

“Yeah, I know, but you can’t fault me for worrying” you sighed.

Toji pulled you along and you settled into bed, where you snuggled up next to him. He could still see that your eyes were filled with worry and that you were upset he hadn’t told you.

“Hey, my heart’s still beatin ain’t it?” Toji said, grabbing your hand and placing it on his chest.

You closed your eyes for a moment, just focusing on feeling his heartbeat under your palm. It was there, as strong and steady as always.

“Yeah, it is” you muttered.

Toji caressed your shoulder as you laid on your side, facing him.

“You got nothin to worry about princess, I ain’t goin nowhere” he said and pressed a gentle kiss on your forehead.

“I know, but I’d still like to know if you get hurt. I can help you with that at least you know” you said as you drew circles on his chest with your finger.

“I’ll make sure to tell you about every scrape I get from now on” Toji smirked.

“Good” you smiled and pulled him closer.

You kissed the corner of his mouth, where his scar was, before whispering: “Sweet dreams, lover boy” and cuddling to his chest.

“Sweet dreams indeed” Toji muttered, as he settled next to you on the bed, holding you close.

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whoreforharlow · 10 months

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RBF

Author's Note: My first fic for Urban 🥹 So excited to share it with you all! Also, RBF stands for Resting Bitch Face 😑

"You're not funny, Urban," you kept a blank expression on your face, not looking up from your phone. Anyone would think by your tone and demeanor that you were being serious, but Urban could see right past your exterior.

"You're right... I'm hilarious," he teased, his forefinger coming up to poke your cheek, making you swat him away from you.

"Ew, keep those dirty sausages away from me! I don't even wanna know which instabitch they were last in this time." You sneered with disgust, giving him a quick side eye.

"Well, let me see," he took a long, exaggerated inhale of his first two fingers, his chest puffing out before exhaling dramatically, "smells like Amara," he takes another whiff for good measure, "yep, definitely her. Maybe I should call her." He thinks out loud to himself, smirking as he takes in your soured expression.

"You're such a pig, Urban, oh my god." You huff at him in disgust, unbuckling your belt and scooting past him.

"C'mon y/n, where ya goin'? I was only playing!" He could barely get the words out as he chuckled as loudly as the other guys on the jet. You found your new seat settled across from Neelam, who gave you a small smile in greeting before returning to type away at her laptop. You heard him calling you to come back to where he and the others were sitting, but you flipped him off with a dirty look and put on your headphones.

You felt a pang of hurt and jealousy in your chest at the thought of Urban sleeping with a woman that wasn't you, but you quickly pushed those feelings away. He was your friend—that's it, that's all, and that's all it'll ever be. He made that clear to you back in middle school when he was the first man to ever break your heart.

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You two had the same homeroom, study hall, and lunch together. You always thought he was cute and funny, with his crazy sense of style and inappropriate jokes. You were always reserved and quiet so he made a point to come over and bother you, trying to get you to smile and laugh, making it a personal goal of his every time he saw you. Whether it was just a corny knock knock joke, or a jump-scare at your locker that would make you push him away, or him poking your side knowing you were ticklish—whatever he did, it would always earn him an eye roll but he could see the small, shy smile you would try to suppress.

You two had become friends throughout the school year and into the summer. You had opened up a lot more as you became more and more comfortable with him. He'd take you to get frozen yogurt on hot summer days, watch the latest movies on their opening night, and have all nighters binge watching a different series at his house on the weekends. You couldn't help the crush that you started to form on him, with his pretty blue eyes and blond curls, and lips that made you wonder what it would be like to kiss them. Those early teenage hormones making you feel things you had never really felt before.

It wasn't until he invited you to come hang out with him and his friends one day. For the year that you had known Urban, all of your interactions were just the two of you, Urban knowing that you didn't really like being around too many people. This day he had made plans with you, but forgot he had promised to meet up with his friends too. He thought there wouldn't be a reason to cancel on either plan, but instead just invite you along. You were hesitant about it at first, but you decided spending time with your crush would be worth any anxiety you were feeling, plus, you trusted Urban.

He came to pick you up from your house, the two of you walking through your neighborhood a few blocks until you found yourself at his friend's house. The two of you entered, greeting what you assumed was his friend's mom, before going down to the basement where there were about a dozen other people. You recognize some of them from your middle school and gave them a small wave. You weren't the most social person, and when you were anxious you protected yourself by putting on the very best RBF you could muster. Urban kept an arm around your shoulder as he introduced you to the group, and if you weren't so anxious you would have blushed. Your face stayed passive, as you took a seat next to Urban on the couch, giving off a cold, "I really don't want to be here" vibe.

He tried to get you to engage with everyone, trying to get you to loosen up, but you just brushed him off. Every time someone tried to interact with you, you were short and clipped with them, throwing off the energy of the whole kickback. Eventually, Urban excused the both of you, saying he'll catch back up with everyone later. He grabbed your arm, all but angrily pulling you out of there and out to the street. He pulled you away from the house, stopping on the corner before turning to ask you what your problem was and why you were being a bitch to his friends. You scuffed at the insult, taken aback by his harsh tone, and you clammed up.

"Don't call me a bitch, you-you jerk!"

"Well that's how you were acting! They were trying to be nice and you were being so rude!" He defended. "You were acting like you wanted to be literally anywhere else!"

"Well, maybe that's because I wanted to literally be anywhere else but there! We were supposed to hang out, Urby, just us." Your voice got quieter as you said that last part, unable to meet his gaze, feeling shy.

"I know, but I thought that maybe we could hang out with my friends for once. You've never even met them and you just judged them." His voice was calmer now.

"I wasn't judging them!" You insisted.

"You just sat there with your arms crossed like you were better than everyone, y/n. Any game they tried to get you to play, you just turned your nose up at it." Maybe you hadn't realized just how cold you were being, but it was a defense mechanism and you couldn't help it.

"I didn't mean to, Urby. I'm sorry." You looked down at your scuffed up converse sneakers, feeling an unfamiliar ache deep in your chest.

"I don't think I can be friends with someone who doesn't like my friends." He said to you softly.

"B-but, I'm your friend too, Urban!" You whimpered, your heart breaking. You had never gone through a break up before, neither platonic or romantic.

"Yeah, but I've known them longer and they all get along with each other." His adolescent reasoning made sense to you both at the time, but it didn't make it hurt any less.

"I still want us to be friends, Urby." You grabbed his hand gently, but he pulled it away from yours.

"I don't think it's a good idea, y/n. Why don't you go home, I'll watch you from here." He left no room for discussion. You turned on your heel and started walking down the street towards your house, silent tears dropping to the concrete beneath your feet, leaving a trail telling of your heartbreak. He kept his word, watching you walk down until you reached your front steps, taking one last look at your curly haired first love.

The two of you kept your distance from then on, seeing each other occasionally throughout your highschool years in the halls and sometimes in the streets. A lot of time went by for you two, both of you coming into yourselves. You came out of your shell, slowly but surely as you grew older, finding a small group of other ex-loners to befriend. Urban maintained his same group of friends from middle school, give or take a few new faces, but he was the same. You'd occasionally say hi to each other, remaining cordial, but not necessarily friendly. Over the next four years you heard of him and his friends' reputations with the girls in your high school and your town. You were hurt at first, but once you started dating a guy named Tahj, a cute drummer in the school band, during junior year, Urban had left your mind completely.

Years had gone past, the two of you living separate lives without really crossing the other's mind. You held no real hurt feelings regarding the issue, writing it off as just part of the middle school experience. When you ran into him years later when you relocated to Atlanta for work, it was actually nice to see his familiar face. You two ran into each other at a late night taco shop, you and your roommate making a quick stop there on your way home from the club. You two almost didn't recognize each other at first, but laughed it off before exchanging pleasantries. Your heels were killing you and your order was up, so you two exchanged numbers before saying your farewells. Ever since, you two had developed another bond, leading you down the same road as before, falling for the now long haired, blue eyes, dirty blond with the perfect smile.

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You felt Urban plop down next to you, but you kept your eyes focused on your phone, occupying yourself with responding to work emails. You had taken a few personal days to join Urban on a short trip to LA with Jack and the rest of their friends, but it seemed that some of your coworkers hadn't heeded your Out Of Office memo.

"No work," he said, snatching your phone away and tossing it in the empty seat across from him. You glared at him, but said nothing, crossing your arms and looking out the window at the clouds. You felt him pull your headphones off, placing it on the table behind Neelam's laptop.

"I know you're mad, like actually mad." He stated, knowing that you had two different kinds of "mad" moods. The first one was one he knew he could get you out of with a few jokes, like how you were just minutes ago, and another mad where it would take a lot more for him to get your forgiveness.

"I'm not mad," you dismissed. You weren't mad, you were hurt and jealous. You knew you had no right to be, your friendship with Urban completely platonic, but you couldn't help your feelings.

"Yeah, you are." He sighed. "You wanna tell me what's wrong?" You shook your head, continuing to look out the window. He shut the shade down, trying to get your attention, but instead you decided to recline your seat back, shutting your eyes and getting comfortable. Your peace lasted but a moment before you felt him poke your cheek.

"Urban, I'm serious. Stop." Your voice was stern as you grabbed his hand, forcefully putting it in his lap. He stared at you with soft eyes, grabbing your hand and holding it in his on his lap. You let him, but kept your eyes closed as you shut your eyes again. After a moment you felt him let go, the arm rest between you two being lifted as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into him for a hug.

"I'm sorry for bothering you. I didn't mean to push you." He apologized quietly, laying his head on yours.

"It's okay, Urban." You reassured him.

"You know," he broke the silence after a minute, "I didn't sleep with Amara."

"I wouldn't care if you did," you mumbled into his chest, feeling sleepy in his embrace.

"Yeah, you would." He confirmed, making you still. You weren't sure where he was going with it, so you stayed quiet. "The same way it would bother me if you told me you slept with what's his name."

"Sean?"

"Yeah, him."

"Why would it bother you, Urban?" You questioned, pulling your head off his chest, looking up into his eyes. You felt your heart beat a little faster as you anticipated his answer, the slightest bit of hope in your heart.

"Because what man wants the woman he has feelings for to sleep with anyone that isn't him." His voice was soft and vulnerable as he looked down at you. You felt your heart jump to your throat, feeling speechless at his confession; it was a confession you never thought you'd ever hear.

"What are you saying, Urban?" You wanted him to clarify, you wanted there to be no mistaking what he was saying to you.

"I'm saying..." He smiled, "I'm saying I have feelings for your emo ass. I like you y/n, I like you a lot." His cheeks pinked as he spoke, but he held your gaze with a soft smile on his face. "I'm saying I haven't thought about any other girl in a serious way in quite some time because of you." He spoke this part a bit shyly, but this made you narrow your eyes at him and pull away.

"Pft, that's hard to believe considering you end up sleeping with any woman willing to spread their legs for you." You bit out, crossing your arms and facing the window, pulling the shade up to find the now darkened sky. You recalled the nights you would join him and his friends to clubs, Urban eventually being dragged off in the direction of the bathrooms, returning shortly with purpling blotches on his neck and a satisfied expression on his face.

"I said I wasn't thinking of any girls in a serious way, not that I was staying celibate." He specified with a small chuckle, trying to lighten the mood. You just scoffed and rolled your eyes. It wasn't that you were staying celibate either, but you felt that the circumstances were different. You had dated some guys here and there since you and Urban reconnected over a year and a half ago, but you felt like Urban's blatant hypersexual behavior was just disrespectful if he was serious about his feelings towards you.

"You don't have to explain yourself to me, Urb. Do what you want." You sighed, over the conversation. You felt conflicted, unsure of how to feel about his confession. On the one hand, he's saying he has feelings for you, but his actions told a different story.

"Look, I get it, you're upset-"

"I'm not upset. I don't care." You cut him off, your unbothered demeanor backing up your statement.

"You do care, y/n. Other people might believe that face, but I see through it. You don't have to lie to me, I know you're mad."

"You don't know me." You weakly defended.

"Actually, I do. I know you don't believe my feelings for you are real, and I guess I did do a shitty job of showing it, but they are real."

"Sure, they are."

"They are real!"

"I just said that, Urb."

"Yeah, but you said it sarcastically." This time he grabbed your hand, making you turn your gaze from the window to him. You saw the sincerity in his face, he looked at you with desperate eyes as they pleaded with you to believe him.

"Listen, I fucked up okay. To be honest, I really don't know what I'm doing here." He scratched the back of his neck nervously with his hand that wasn't holding yours. "I already lost you once as a friend, I don't want to lose you again, y/n." You were surprised to hear him say that. "I never did apologize for what happened in middle school. I was a stupid kid and I shouldn't have done what I did. I shouldn't have chosen my other friends or made you feel like you weren't my friend. You were my friend, y/n, one of the best friends I ever had and I blew it. I think I was just young and stupid. I'm sorry, y/n, I really am."

"Thank you, Urban. It means a lot to hear that." You were teary at his confession, squeezing his hand tightly. You weren't typically an emotional person, at least not in front of others, but something about this apology hit deep within your inner child that you didn't know was still hurting.

"I'm glad I got to say it, even though you deserved it way sooner, y/n." He whispered with remorseful eyes, bringing his free hand to cup your cheek and wipe away a stray tear.

"You know," you let out a shaky breath, "I-I really loved you back then, Urby. You were the first guy to be nice to me, the only one actually." You blushed with embarrassment. "I thought the absolute world of you, like you could do no wrong. You made me feel so... normal. Even though it ended the way it ended, I've always been grateful for that experience with you." You whispered.

"Urby... I haven't been called that in a really long time," he chuckled lowly, his cheeks reddening at the youthful pet name. You blushed a bit, not realizing you had called him that. "I really missed hearing that." He confessed shyly, leaning in closer to you.

"I'm happy that we met again, y/n. I feel like I'm getting a second chance to make things right. To try again. I know I haven't really done a good job so far," he admits sheepishly, "but it was because I wasn't sure about how you felt about me. I know it's not an excuse, but it's all I've got." He shrugs apologetically. "But I want to try this again, for like the third time at this point." He chuckles lightly, a pleading look in his eyes. You nod to him and immediately he gets up from the seat, walking to the other end of the quiet jet, everyone either asleep or on their phones. He sits in the seat on the far end, making you lean over the seat next to you to look down the aisle at him. As quickly as he had sat down, he was stood back up, slowly walking back to you before stopping in the aisle by your row.

"Hey, I couldn't help but notice you sitting here alone. I thought I'd keep a beautiful girl company," he said, making you give him your signature eye roll, the smallest smile playing on your lips. You cross your arms over your chest and look away from him uninterested, masking with your best RBF. He chuckled a little, knowing that this was exactly how you were with strangers who were too forward, but sat down anyway.

"I'm Urban by the way." He stuck out his hand for you to shake. You looked at him with a raised brow, then looked down at his hand, and then back up at his face. You kept your expression cold and rolled your eyes, looking back out the window.

"Y/n," you said, your tone low and uninterested, but Urban could see beyond your facade.

"Are you headed to LA, or is it just a layover?" He asked casually, and this time you had a hard time keeping the smile off your face. You looked at him with comical disbelief.

"You're not seriously going to act like we don't know each other, are you?" You asked him, this whole interaction amusing you.

"Act? What act? Have we met before?" He looked at you confused. You rolled your eyes again, but you found it sweet that he was really trying to do this right. You put back a stoic face, playing along and ignoring him as you would any stranger.

"So... LA?" He began his small talk again, asking you very basic questions that he obviously knew the answers to, and you gave him very short answers, but each time with less and less attitude. He noticed your change in energy, your body no longer facing the window of the plane as it was now angled towards him, your arms relaxed in your lap instead of crossed over your chest defensively, you even gave him a few genuine smiles. Before you knew it, the plane had landed and the two of you followed the rest of the crew out onto the runway, Urban insisting on carrying your duffle bag as usual.

"Well, this is me," he said to you with a hint of faux sadness. "It was really nice meeting you, y/n." He continued, and it took everything in you not to laugh at how into his little performance he was. You both were literally going to the same place in the same car, yet he was acting as if he would never see you again. You knew he was putting the ball in your court, wanting you to extend an invitation to see him again.

"It was really nice meeting you too, Urban." You mused, your cold facade melting away as you shyly stepped closer to him. "Um, if you're ever free while in town, maybe we could meet up sometime." You spoke to him quietly. You knew he would accept, but there was still a dejected part of you that was afraid he wouldn't. His beautiful smile put any anxiety you had to rest.

"Yeah, I'd really like that, y/n."

"I'd really like that too, Urby."

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Hell Loop

Pairing: Chris Evans x Actress!Reader

Rating: G

Warning/s: angst but then i promise it’s worth it in the end 🥹🫶🏼

Summary: “where did we go wrong?”

A/n: made me cry while i was writing. STILL inspired by after i do by taylor jenkins reid, and a little bit of cardigan by taylor swift :) OH I WAS ALSO LISTENING TO THIS LOVE BY TAYLOR SWIFT AND IT’S LITERALLY THE PERFECT SONG

there’s a line in after i do which says “just because you can live without someone doesn’t mean you want to” and UGHHHHHHH that was good. here’s my version of needing to separate for your own growth! enjoy! not proofread lol, please bear with possible errors!

pics used were found on pinterest!

“Where did we go wrong?” You sniffled, wiping your face even though the tears never seemed to stop falling. You and Chris were sitting on the ground, backs against the couch as the question lingered in the air.

You felt him turn his head to look at you, not able to answer your question.

Silence.

Not as comfortable as the one you both had been used to for the past two years.

In fact, it had been a while since the silence wasn’t deafening instead of comforting. Both of you never felt the need to fill the quiet with unnecessary noise and conversation. It always just seemed natural, until one day it felt like all you did was try. And try. And try.

And when you did try, it just seemed to piss off the both of you more and more every time.

Where did it all go wrong?

You didn’t know how long you both sat there after the umpteenth argument that started when you found an empty milk carton still in the fridge. It was funny at first, one of his annoying habits that seemed cute and was something you adored about him. But after two years of repeated “please throw it out next time,” “sorry, honey. I will.” conversations and apologetic forehead kisses you’d grown tired of it.

Endearing annoying habits turned into something both of you couldn’t stand about each other.

“No, tell me more about your day” turned into “I’m too tired to listen to this.”

Not being able to sleep after an argument turned into snoring after a whole day of not talking to each other at all.

It felt different today. No more apologetic kisses and promises to do better next time.

But there was a forehead kiss—one last time. “I’m sorry. I love you,” whispered between two lovers who knew it was better to be apart than stay together and ruin each other forever.

And so you moved out, saying goodbye to everything you’d been used to for the past two years. You said goodbye to Dodger, who just had his head tilted while he sat and stared at you when you were packing your stuff. You said goodbye to hearing him play the piano during Sunday afternoons. You said goodbye to hearing surprised screams every time Scott was around to prank the both of you. You said goodbye to early morning hikes, stopping by creeks to admire its view and sharing secret kisses, pretending you weren’t out of breath from all the walking.

Days, weeks, and months passed, it somehow got leaked to the press that you and Chris broke up. Make no mistake, of course there were haters and bashers who never seemed to tire of criticizing the both of you. They celebrated, cheered as you mourned, saying that the PR relationship was finally over.

But there was the other side, who seemed to grieve with the two of you. The other side that cheered the both of you individually as life went on and the sun shone everyday (even though it didn’t really feel like it). Movie after movie, hundreds of press interviews, award shows, and hollywood parties.

Life went on and both of you learned that you could survive without each other. But you couldn’t really live without each other, could you?

And three years after the two of you officially ended it, you’d seen each other for the first time at a party you were forced to go to by your manager.

You were talking to a man who very so clearly loved talking about himself and absolutely couldn’t take a hint after your fifth, “wow! That’s crazy!”

Until you heard someone exclaim “Hey! Y/n! It’s been a while!” Wait. You knew that voice.

Your head whipped to the sound, wondering if maybe there was something else laced in the drink you’d been sipping all night. “Chris?” You breathed out in shock, reaching out absentmindedly as he pulled you into a hug.

Breathing in and smelling his familiar scent (gucci guilty? he still uses that after all these years?), you closed your eyes, letting yourself get used to the feeling of his arms around you once again.

Both of you pulled away, the man you were talking to casting the both of you confused looks. “Wait—aren’t you both exe-“ but Chris interrupted saying, “Hey man, can I steal her off for a bit? We haven’t seen each other in years.”

Still confused, the man slowly nodded, carrying his drink off and walking off to whoever knows where. “Chris,” you repeated, still in shock. Your hand was now resting on his bicep, and his on your waist.

“Geez, yes, it’s me, Chris! I think your brain is broken,” He joked, reaching a hand towards your face and tapping your temple. You blinked, still surprised that he was in front of you and even joking with you.

He stared at you nervously. Maybe I shouldn’t have joked around too quickly?

But then you slapped his arm, your face breaking out into a grin and he tried (and failed) to dodge your attack. What he didn’t see was a server who was right next to him carrying a tray of drinks.

You watched with wide eyes as the tray went out of balance on the server’s hand and almost all of the drinks spilled on Chris. Everyone stopped schmoozing and talking to each other to look at the two of you, the both of you immediately apologizing and helping to clean up the mess.

A few minutes later, both of you were in the bathroom trying and failing to wipe up the alcohol that had already seeped into Chris’ clothes. He was wearing a white polo shirt with gray pants, and you snorted, trying to keep yourself from laughing as you turned your back on him to throw away the tissues you’d used up.

“What?” He asked, crossing his arms over his chest. He was already smirking even though he didn’t know what was so funny.

You pressed your lips together as you looked back at him, glancing down quickly and looking into his eyes once again. You weren’t subtle at all, so he looked down and groaned, knowing what you were laughing at. “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up.” He grumbled, but the corner of his mouth curved up so you knew he wasn’t really annoyed at all.

You burst out laughing, “y-you… did you pee your… oh my god…” You couldn’t even continue, laughing so hard that your cheeks started hurting and you were sure that you’d wake up with 8-pack abs the next morning.

Chris uncrossed his arms, leaning with one hand on the sink. He was smiling at you, and it was the kind that made you just want to run up into his arms and stay there forever.

Unfortunately for him, you were too busy laughing.

And that was how it all started again.

You were scared, knowing that the first time almost made you both despise each other. But now you were older, a few years wiser, a thousand times better at communicating your needs and a little less toxic to others you dated after each other.

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And a year after that night, he picked you up from the airport, coming home to Massachusetts exhausted after two weeks of press for a movie of yours that just came out. You bought chinese food for take out and you were parked outside the store, eating your food inside the car.

“How was the trip, sweetheart?” He asked, opening up the food and handing it to you. And then he listened intently to your story, with you wildly gesturing your hand around with the chopsticks in between your fingers. When he laughed with you after you told him the crazy story about your co-star’s giant dog chasing around a squirrel that had somehow gotten inside the hotel, you quietly said “I missed you, though.”

“Hm? What was that?” He teased, his eyebrow going up.

You rolled your eyes lovingly, leaving the chopsticks you were holding inside takeout box and putting the container in between your thighs. You reached both of your hands towards his face, squishing his cheeks.

“I missed you sooooo much, guppy!” You exclaimed, and squishing his face even more. He was laughing, trying to say “I mished you too” but it came out all funny because of how you were holding his face.

You let go, the both of you snickering and smiling at each other at a random parking lot in Massachusetts.

He pulled off his cap, placing it over your head. Your eyebrows rose, “wow, to what do I owe the honors of wearing your hat?”

He laughed, that “hehehe” making your heart flutter inside your chest. And then he just smiled at you, staring at you and seeming to study your face. Your face was heating up and you knew that if you touched your cheeks it would’ve felt like you had a fever.

He reached inside his pocket, pulling out something you couldn’t quite see because it was easily covered by his large hand.

He let out a breath and looked at you, still with your brows raised in question as to what was happening. “What is it, babe? Tell me.” You said softly, putting your hand on his thigh and stroking it comfortingly.

Your brain couldn’t quite comprehend it when he opened up his hand and lifted the top of what he was holding. His hands were shaking, and the first thing that came into your mind was “oh that’s sparkly.” OH WAIT THAT’S SPARKLY-

You gasped, your eyes shifting towards his and both of you immediately tearing up.

“Yes!!!”

He laughed again, his right hand going to his left pec. “Honey, I haven’t even asked you yet!”

“Well—okay, sorry! Go on!”

He sighed happily, holding your left hand with his right.

“I had a speech and all—but honestly it just went straight out of my mind when I took out this ring and you just immediately said yes with no hesitation at all.” He paused, pondering on what to say next.

“The years we spent without each other was one of the hardest things I’d ever gone through. Especially when we realized that maybe we didn’t make each other happy anymore.” Tears started falling down your faces, remembering how difficult it was for you to not pick up the phone and beg him to take you back.

He looked straight into your eyes and said, “But without a doubt I know I’d go through it all over again because now I know that it would still lead me to you. That it would lead to this.” He chuckled, sniffling. “You’d asked me before which memory would replay over and over again if I was stuck in some sort of punishment in hell—a hell loop, you said?” You nodded.

“I’d pick those three years I wasn’t with you, because there’s comfort in knowing that the next ones after that I’d spend the rest of my life with you.”

You were now an absolute mess, trying not to sob too loud as you listened to his impromptu speech.

He let go of your hand, touching your face to wipe the tears away. He took the ring from the box, the both of you waiting in anticipation for him to finally ask you the question.

“So,” you already knew he was going to joke about it first because there was a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Will you hold this ring for me until I find the on-ow!” You laughed with tears still streaming down your face as you hit him, “stop being such an asshole!”

He snickered, “alright, alright!”

Now turning serious, he grinned. “You ready for this?”

“Chris, I swear to god. I am going to say no if you keep—” and this man… This man you loved so dearly with all that you had in you shushed you and put his finger on your lips.

“Will you marry me, y/n?”

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nico upper body injury 🥹 pls give us mama h comforting him

In the car, the kids were now asleep and Nico was huffing quietly

“Baby, it’s going to be ok” you rub his upper thigh

“I Just- it’s so early in the season!”

“I know and it’s frustrating obviously but if you’re out, you’re out! Not much we can do I’m afraid but we-“

You point between yourself and the two sleeping kids in the back of the car

“Are going to be here to support you through everything — your boys will hold do n the fort on the ice until you get back ok? I just, I’d like my husband in one piece so Iid you could kindly refrain from trying to fo back early” you joke and he leans across the console to kiss you.

“I’m really lucky” he whispers

“Not nearly as lucky as I am” she confirms “I love you Neeks, we’ll see this out I promise”

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Living/Moving in with Zeke Hcs

::Description::

You move in with Zeke. what it's like/dealing with him/chaos.

::𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬:: nsfw???

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𝐼𝑛𝑏𝑜𝑥 𝑖𝑠 𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑛

𝐶𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝑡𝑜 𝑗𝑜𝑖𝑛 --> 𝑇𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

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🔑 He asked you to move in, honestly he was waiting for you to just say yes.

🔑 He was so excited when you finally considered it. Literally tackled you to the floor in pure joy.

🔑 “Now I can have a roomie!”

🔑 “Zeke, I’m your girlfriend.”

🔑 “Girlfriend and roomie.” He’d say teasingly.

🔑 Now you can expect pancakes from him as he likes making breakfast since he believes it’s the most important meal of the day.

🔑 And you can best believe he puts blueberries in it.

🔑 You two have a debate about waffles or pancakes and it just never ends.

🔑 “Waffles are better because they have a crisp edge, plus you can divide them evenly.” You’d point out.

🔑 “Pancakes are soft and crispy on ed ages and they don’t need to respect math bc why would anyone share anything so good?!”

🔑 “Zeke, you’re being really dramatic.”

🔑 Likes to cook actually so you could find him in apron when you get home sometimes. And he's incredibly focused when he is cooking, dare you interrupt.

🔑 He’s even a bit of a barista and prefers he does it because he doesn’t trust you.

🔑 During breakfast, he sits across from you and he sparks up the weirdest convos.

🔑 Like whether you're his best friend or girlfriend it doesn’t matter to him 😂. I’ll provide and example or two:

🔑 “Is there a reason why your underwear is always mismatching?”

🔑 “Zeke, what kind of a question is that?”

🔑 “It’s just a question, I’ve never known a girl who did that until living with you.”

🔑 “How do you even know that?!—wait, you went through my drawer! You perv!” You’d get up about to hit him on his shoulder. (Not that it was painful)

🔑 “I didn’t I was just doing your laundry.”

🔑 “Why?”

🔑 “Because you were sick and I asked and you said I could. Remember?”

🔑 “That was a month ago why are you bringing it up?!”

🔑 “Because I’m curious! Why do you have mismatched underwear?”

🔑 “I don’t know, I just do.”

🔑 “Hmm I wonder what that says about a person, it sounds like you're still a kid at heart Y/n. I mean to own a pink bra but flower underwear that’s blue it’s obvious.”

🔑 “Shut up! Stop talking about my underwear! I’m moving out.”

🔑 You always say you’re moving out and he gets so dramatic about it.

🔑 “But why do you want to leave? I take care of you?!😭🥹 and what am I going to do without my girl”

🔑 “Hm, maybe that’ll teach you to not look at my underwear drawer.”

🔑 “I’ll only look at it a few times a year, I promise.”

🔑 “A few times a year, Zeke this is not negotiable.”

🔑 Overall you don’t ever actually leave.

🔑 He always gives you puppy dog eyes when you try to leave and it kinda works. Although you always stay because you care, but sometimes you like to mess with him.

🔑 In the morning he sometimes wakes up early for a morning jog/run and so he leaves you sticky notes on the fridge that let you know where he is and that he loves you. He even puts other notes like where food is or anything important.

🔑 Sometimes he has you tag along to jog with him, so yes he hauls you out of bed even when you’re half asleep.

🔑 “Hey, keep up.” He’d say looking find you a little far away because you’re walking slow.

🔑 “I can’t I'm so tired. Why do we have to jog so early?”

🔑 “It’s 8:30, it’s not that early..”

🔑 “To me it is, it was my day off couldn’t I just sleep?”

🔑 “Yeah, but this is good for us.” He’d say jogging slower so that you could catch up.

🔑 “Good for us? I can’t even walk anymore. How can you still jog?”

🔑 “Stamina baby, something you lack in more ways than one.” He’d smirk.

🔑 “Shut up!”

🔑 At some point, he’d probably just give you a piggyback ride because you told him you were giving up.

🔑 I feel like he always sets up baths for you and he has so many bath bombs for you to chose from.

🔑 And probably has so many bath and body work lotions for you. Even for himself

🔑 And he puts candles and stuff there too.

🔑 Afterwords when you’re done showering he likes to massage your back and he’s pretty good at it.

🔑 Although you’re trying to not make any noise at the same time.

🔑 He likes to play board or card games with you.

🔑 And he gets so nerdy about games, especially the wizard ones lol.

🔑 He makes an arrangement for there to be a movie night every week. It mostly consists of mystery, horror and sci-fi, and a bit of philosophy.

🔑 Zeke likes making art so if you share the same interests you two sometimes make art on the weekends and enjoy doing that together.

🔑 When you come back from the store you challenge each other of who can carry more groceries. Or even when you come back from somewhere he races you to the house.

🔑 And you know damn well he’ll push you just to win.

🔑 He plays I Spy with you in the car.

🔑 “I spy with my little eyes something blue.” He’d say.

🔑 “The sky” you’d sarcastically answer.

🔑 “You are no fun.” He'd scoff, acting offended.

🔑 "Okay, my turn. I spy something green." You'd answer, bored out of your mind.

🔑 "Hmm, my eyes?" He'd ask.

🔑 "No, its the grass." You'd reply looking out the window.

🔑 "You're not supposed to tell me the answer"

🔑 "Sorry, you picked something easy so I thought I would pick something easy to." You'd shrug.

🔑 "Find I'll make it harder, I spy something red." He'd say with a mischvious grin.

🔑 "Why are you smiling like that?" You'd break out into a laugh, knowing he's up to something.

🔑 "Guess what it is."

🔑 "No, I don't--it better not be my bra." You'd say surprised

🔑 He'd look at you with a smirk before keeping his eyes on the road.

🔑 "Zeke!"

🔑 When you two are driving he will call shotgun and make you drive. He changes the song that you have on just to annoy you.

🔑 “Hey!” You’d look at him while he’s just laughing.

🔑 This causes you to change it back, kinda like in those movies when two people fight about a song.

🔑 Smokes outside the place bc you’d throw a fit at him for doing it elsewhere.

🔑 Likes to work on puzzles and crosswords for fun.

🔑 He even likes those brain teaser games.

🔑 In his spare time, you can find him doing that or he’s reading a book about useless knowledge.

🔑 I see that Zeke is able to paint really well so some of his works are up in your shared place.

🔑 Apart from this he is pretty fair and splits all work with you 50/50

🔑 Like he will do the laundry, he low key makes jokes saying that he enjoys it.

🔑 “I love doing your laundry.”

🔑 “No, you don’t.”

🔑 He’ll do anything he doesn’t mind.

🔑 Will drink with you to celebrate on occasion.

🔑 One thing he looks forward to when comes home from work is sitting down with you and watching a movie or having you listen to him go on about his theories while lying on your bed.

🔑 He likes doing skincare routines with you and talking about drama from work.

🔑 He'd even do things like read fortunes on cards. Or just read random facts and share them with you.

🔑 Or ask random questions.

🔑 He does this even when you both are going to bed.

🔑 You'll be resting trying to go to bed and he'll ask, "Can cows swim?" like that one meme, lol.

🔑 "Zeke, no of course not." You'd say, turning over on your side.

🔑 You'd end up looking it up with him 5 mins later tho.

🔑 likes to also do stretches before going to bed and will invite you to do it.

🔑 of course that can always lead in one of two ways. But for sure at one point his hands are going to be all over.

🔑 "You concentrate on your breathing." He'd point out.

🔑 "I would, if your hands would know their place." You'd laugh.

🔑 He tries to smoke after you two have had sex and you always catch him.

🔑 “Nah uh mister, outside.”

🔑 “I was trying to be the hot guy in those movies.” He’d defend making you roll your eyes and laugh.

🔑 “Uh huh, says that guy who tries to mimic poses of Renaissance paintings.”

🔑 “I’m flawless.”

🔑 You’d laugh, “Go outside, and come back when you're done.” You’d smile bringing him in for a kiss.

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Mistakes - Dalton Lambert

Pairing: Dalton Lambert x Reader

Warnings: lil bit of fluff, angst, mentions of cheating

Request: 'Hey Rach! how are you going? So #12 from the angst list is already taken but do you think you can write #7 but from dalton's pov? like his gf is the one cheating. i feel like that would hurt even more lol. only if you want to, ofc! no pressure 🥹❤️' - anon

Prompt: "I trusted you."

A/N: The angst is here! Thank you so much for requesting anon, hope you guys enjoy! I love you all! xxx

Dalton laughed when his mom tutted as Josh cracked open another bottle of Budweiser and handed it to him. He took the beer from his dad with a grin as he took a swig of it.

“I can’t believe you, Josh,” Renai started with a laugh, “encouraging our under age son to drink.”

“Hey, if this was England, he’d be old enough to drink, and besides, we’re having a heart to heart,” he chuckled before glancing at his son, “dating in college is tough but it’s worth it.”

Dalton nodded as his fingers nervously picked at the label of the beer bottle, “you guys seemed to make it through alright though,” he gestured at his parents.

“We did break up for a couple of months when we first started dating,” Renai laughed at the shocked look on Dalton’s face.

“You guys broke up?!”

Josh groaned as Renai elaborated, “your dad was this stuck up frat guy who thought he owned the world, which caused us enough problems in the beginning. Thankfully, his ego deflated pretty quickly after we broke up and we were able to date again.”

Dalton smiled weakly as he thought of his own relationship, they’d both been so busy with college work and they’d been doing nothing but argue recently. He needed some time away so he was spending a couple of days of the winter break at his parent’s house. He couldn’t get the sight of Y/N’s hurt expression when he told her that he was going home for a couple of days. The expression on her face had only worsened when he said he’d be going alone.

“So, what brought you guys back together?”

Josh smiled over at Renai with so many years of love in his eyes, “I realised that your mom was the most important person in my life. When it’s real, you can’t just walk away.”

Dalton smiled, he knew he’d made the right decision in coming home to talk it through, he was feeling so much better about the relationship.

“I’m gonna head to bed, I’m gonna go back to college in the morning,” even with the long drive he would still be back to school a day early but he wanted to surprise Y/N.

“Night, sweetie,” his mom kissed his cheek.

“See you in the morning, bud,” Josh pulled him into a hug.

“Night guys,” Dalton grinned as he headed up to bed for a good night’s sleep.

In the morning, he ate a quick breakfast and his mom fussed over him, like she did every time he had a long drive ahead of him. She kept on reminding him to keep to the speed limit and pull over if he got too tired. She’d also made him some food for the next couple of days that he would be stuck in the car for. Finally, after a million promises to them both that he would text them as soon as he got back to campus, Dalton was on the road.

He didn’t even go to his own room when he got back to campus, he headed straight to Y/N’s room, he was dying to see her. He’d missed her so much. Dalton knocked on the door, smiling when he heard Y/N move towards the door before she pulled it open.

“Hey, you,” she started with a grin that fell just a fraction, almost like she’d been expecting someone else, “Dalton! You’re back early,” she looked so beautiful with slightly damp hair and one of his shirts.

“I missed you, can I come in?”

“Sure,” she smiled, “I missed you too,” she stood to the side to let him in.

As soon as he got over the threshold, he turned to her with an apologetic look, “I’m sorry for being such an ass, I love you. Let’s not fight anymore.”

Y/N smiled and cupped his cheeks, “you don’t have to apologise, god knows I didn’t make it easy for you, I love you,” she smiled and kissed him sweetly. Dalton smiled against her lips as his hands fell to her waist to pull her closer. He loved her so much, she pulled away with a giggle, “you want to stay the night?”

He grinned as he kissed her cheek, “yes please,” he chuckled as he went to hang his jacket up on the hooks on the back of her door. There was another jacket that Dalton didn’t recognise, it was soft leather and it smelt of cigarette smoke, “hey, who’s jacket is this?”

“Mine,” she said without missing a beat.

Dalton raised an eyebrow, “since when have you smoked and started wearing real leather?”

He turned to look at her and was surprised to see that she looked nervous and almost guilty as her eyes darted around the room. She went to say something but he was cut off by a knock on the door. Dalton opened the door with the leather jacket still in his hand, it was Matt on the other side of the door, he was one of Y/N’s friends.

His eyes were fixed on his phone but he smiled as the door opened, “hey babe,” he looked up and trailed off, his eyes widening as he saw it was Dalton who had answered the door, “Dalton, you’re back early.”

Dalton’s blood ran cold as he glanced at Y/N from over his shoulder, she looked like a deer in headlights. He turned back to Matt, “that’s funny, that’s exactly what Y/N said,” all the blood drained from Matt’s face as he looked past Dalton to glance at Y/N. Dalton put two and two together and he scoffed as he dropped the jacket into Matt’s arms, “take your damn jacket and go.”

He slammed the door in Matt’s face and he turned round to look at Y/N, she was twisting the ring that he’d bought her round on her finger, a sure tell that she was nervous.

“What’s going on?”

She shrugged one of her shoulders as she spoke in a soft voice, “when we were going through our rough patch, when we were too busy to see each other, me and Matt started hanging out more. He came round when you were visiting your parents, I was convinced you were going to come back from that trip and break up with me,” her voice almost broke.

Dalton sighed as he took her hand in his, “I love you, I just needed some time to sort through things and my parents gave me good advice. They started dating in college too. You have to tell me that nothing is going on between you and Matt,” he begged, he felt so pathetic but he had to know and he would know if she lied to him.

She sighed and let go of his hand, “I haven’t been sleeping with him if that’s what you’re thinking, but you’re going to wish that I had been. He was there for me when you weren’t,” she trailed off and she didn’t need to elaborate.

Dalton felt tears sting at his eyes but he wouldn’t cry in front of her. He uttered words that broke his heaty in two, “you’re in love with him,” it wasn’t a question.

She sighed and sat on her bed and looked up at him, her eyes glassy, “I needed some time to sort out my feelings, I never meant for this to happen. I’m so sorry Dalton.”

“I trusted you,” he scoffed, shaking his head. He felt numb inside but maybe he was in shock of finding out that his girlfriend had been cheating on him, “I trusted you with everything, with my love, with my hopes and my fears. I trusted you to keep my heart safe but you broke it.”

Tears slipped from her eyes, “Dalton, we can come back from this. It’ll be hard but I know we can do it.”

It hurt him to see her cry but he couldn’t believe she just suggested that they would be able to get over this, “are you serious? Y/N, I can hardly look at you right now, let alone be with you!”

She scoffed as she stood up, “you’re seriously going to throw our relationship away just because I made a stupid mistake?”

“Why not?” he bit back, “you did. And, Y/N it wasn’t just a mistake, a mistake would be a drunken kiss, a mistake would be if I found you in bed together! Y/N, you’ve fallen in love with him!” he ran a hand through his hair as his stomach was in knots, “tell the truth, if the situations were reversed would you be so quick to forgive me?”

When she said nothing he shook his head and grabbed his jacket before he shrugged it on, “I wanted a relationship like my parents, I really did, but not like this,” and that was how he left her, standing in the corner of the room with tears slipping down her cheeks.

As he walked down the hallway, his parent’s words echoed in his head, he knew he would find someone who truly loved him, but he wouldn’t be quick to make the same mistakes.

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