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Pickford is my guilty pleasure to me he’s the cutest on the England team even though he’s kind of insane!

He's adorable. And such a good goalie too. Yes, he does yell at them a lot but I do get why 😂

Like I know everyone loves Mason so I thought that there would be a bit of stuff on here. But there's actually loads (which really surprised me) so I reckon we need to show our boy Pickers some love! I'll step up to the plate if necessary ❤️

#anons #jordan pickford #football fic #neviwrites

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Lack of Jordan Pickford fics displeases me

#may have to become that person who writes for self satisfaction #...again #but we move #jordan pickford #football fic #writing things #frankie talks #neviwrites

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Something Close To True Romance - Pete Davidson

Requested by Anon: can I get a little something with pete (davidson) reuniting with his s/o after being apart for a while?

A/N: Too that ‘little something’ quite literally ngl. Sorry it took so long! 💖 

Warnings: Mostly fluff, alludes to sex but pretty vague, swearing, terrible puns

Word Count: 742

8 months. That’s how long it had been since you had seen him. 

Well, that was if you didn’t include the 3AM calls when he was chilling in his hotel room. You didn’t. It wasn't like you weren't proud. You were immensely proud of everything Pete did, and he knew that but you missed him like crazy. The distance sucked, and he had been witness to your many rants about the time difference. Now he was finally coming home, you couldn’t wait. Like a kid at Christmas - you couldn’t sleep. Although not sleeping had become your new normal, with that cold space in this bed. 

The apartment felt empty without his laugh filling every room, you couldn’t remember the last time you had left the house for a random adventure just because. A piece of you had been gone for so long and it absolutely sucked. Pete said he was probably coming home sometime next week, barring reshoots and flight times. Time seemed to pass even slower, now you were waiting for something that was actually important. 

Then, you thought you heard a noise. Maybe something falling over but you ignored it, going back to your phone. Then you definitely heard a sound. A crash or at the very least some sort of Davidson related chaos. You sighed knowingly, getting up and moving closer to it.

“Pete?”

You yelled across the hall, hearing a dejected sigh in response.

“Yeah?”

Turning the corner, you finally saw that face. The gorgeous face. His hair was bleached blond, but he was still yours. You almost take a step back. Immediately you felt your lips curve into a smile. You both felt this wave of utter happiness wash over you that wouldn’t fade anytime soon.

“Hi”

Breathing out in disbelief, you waved at the 6′2 surprise, that was finally in front of you.

“Hey”

He did a small wave back and then you actually take in the view of your man for the first time in months. Your outfits were almost matching, which made you laugh. You opting for one his old hoodie’s that you had stolen before he left. His was bright orange, paired with Spongebob pants.  Of course it was.

“I was trying to be all fucking romantic and surprise you”

He sounded very annoyed at his failed plan.

“But?”

“Dropped my suitcase and nearly fell over it”

Pete gestured to it, half the contents were struggling to escape.

“Do you want me to pretend I didn’t see you?”

He nodded at the offer, intrigued as to how you would play this. Honestly, he just wanted to hear your voice. You could say anything right now and he would hang on every syllable. Even a meaningless ramble would mean the world to him, because he just needed more of you in his life.

You gasped dramatically, and he chuckled while you kept up the ruse.

“Oh my god, baby I missed you so much!”

Practically leaping into his arms, your hands cupped his cheek and your lips met his. Grinning, Pete reciprocated and his arms wrapped around you tightly. 

“I missed you too, though clearly not end-of-shitty-romantic-comedy much”

Head buried in your neck, his tall figure engulfed you and gentle kisses met your skin while the two of relived the trauma of him almost breaking his ankle.

The messy suitcase was quickly abandoned and you dragged him to the couch. Hands almost glued to his, tangled together because you were unable to do even that for so long. Almost on top of him, you had claimed his lap as your new home. His presence was warm, like a favourite blanket that you wanted to keep for as long as possible. Or forever, that was good too.

Pete’s laugh broke the comfortable silence that had developed after you had caught up on everything. 

“What? Were you expecting a cake or something?”

You sassed, sending him a playful look.

“Because all you get is me”

“Not gonna lie I was expecting some cake-”

Looking your figure up and down, he wore a smirk as the words trailed off.  Apparently he liked the idea of just you, very much.

“That was a terrible segue but I will allow it because I love you”

“Butt you will allow it?”

“Just shut up and kiss me”

And for once in his life, he didn’t interrupt you with a joke, but he still smiled as your lips touched again.

#pete davidson x reader #pete davidson imagine #pete davidson #neviwrites

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Kisses* - Pete Davidson

Requested by Anon: Yaaay! So like, could you write something with Pete where he eats you out shamelessly? Thanks xx

Warnings: Smut with very limited plot. Female receiving oral, fingering

Word Count: 409

His hands travelled your body, quickly unhooking your bra. He was doing a very good job at making you forget. After having a bad day, Pete was more than happy to please you.

"Got to make my girl feel better?"

Intoxicated by his kiss, all you could do was hum a yes in response.

"Need me to make you feel good?"

Whispers of sweet nothings in your ear put you completely at his mercy. Plump lips running over your neck, marking you as they travelled down to your hips. But you yearned for more, and he could tell from the way you squirmed. 

Your underwear was thrown off in an instant. Spreading your legs apart with ease, his tongue swiped up your slit, making you moan. Applying pressure in all the right ways with your legs hooked around him.

Occasionally Pete's eyes flickered up and he would watch you for a spell. Enjoying gasps that left your mouth as while his fingers pumped in and out of your folds.

He devoured you. Toying with every inch, fuelling the hunger in your eyes. Sucking on your clit, the hand on your hip pulling you even closer to his gorgeous mouth. His tongue exploring your now throbbing pussy, the sound of your moans making him abandon any sort of pace. The warmth in your stomach grew, you were getting closer.

Amidst the pleasure, your hands found his hair, firmly grasping at his long curls. That was the main reason you liked his hair like that. Begging him not to cut it for times like this. Moments when you could barely think, feeling pure bliss and nothing else.

Your breath hitched in your throat as you finally let go. A mess of words you could barely decipher fell from your mouth. The high was immense. An imagined weight lifting off of your chest. Stresses replaced with euphoria. Vision blurred, you lay there- head against the pillow, mind completely clear.

A few seconds later, everything came back into focus. Once more that beautiful face came into view, juices still dripping from his chin.  Pete's body hovering perfectly above you.

Staring lovingly into brown eyes, utterly enamoured with your man. Cradling his face in your hands, you planted a forceful kiss on his lips. You could taste yourself on him, smiling as you broke apart.

"You feel good now?"

Pete smirked at you. Nodding, you trailed kisses along his jaw as a thank you.

#pete davidson x reader #pete davidson imagine #pete davidson smut #neviwrites #female reader

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since requests r open i assume, can you write a dating pete davidson includes headcanon please ❤️

Dating Pete Davidson would include:

tw: mentions of pregnancy at the end

- Hanging out backstage at SNL and being really nervous but everyone is really nice. They all see the change in him since he started seeing you.

- Bellyaches from laughing so much and high fiving at the dumbest things

- Holding hands a lot because you ground each other

- NSFW ** Have you seen this mans big hands? Fingers? His voice is already low and raspy so his morning voice is heaven

- Matching tattoos is a given and you constantly suggesting random tattoo ideas

- “I know you already have a giant shark but have you considered other sea mammals?” “I’m just saying that manatees are underrated”

- He gets one of your silly ideas tattooed when he’s drunk

- You laugh but it was actually really pretty. He also gets an anchor with your name below it because you love that fucking shark so much

- Him looking at you in awe like you're the most beautiful thing in the world

- “What?”  “You're just amazing”  “So are you babe”

- Having fun together, being best friends and going to red carpet events and just messing around.

- The amount of press photos that are just you two smiling at each other

- Having dozens of Polaroids from the photo booth that you wouldn't get out of at that one after party

- Giant neon sunglasses, feather boas and pulling stupid faces. That was your favourite so it lives on the fridge and makes you smile everytime you see it.

- The classic one of you kissing his cheek and his smile is so wide

- He says it's super cringe but he keeps that one in his wallet.

- Getting high on the couch and doing nothing but watch tv

- Cuddles. He is either spoon, it depends on how he’s feeling

- Being each other's hype men when one of you is down

- “Hey, you know you’re my favourite person right?”   “Of course”  “Just making sure”

- Begging him not to cut his curly hair

- You and Pete would definitely dye you hair matching crazy colours when he eventually shaves it You cannot convince that he wouldn't do this

- Constant I love yous and kisses at inopportune moments. Quick forehead and shoulder kisses just because

- Staying up late and talking about the most random things and you get on to bucket lists

- And he says get married to you like it's the easiest thing in the world

- “1. Be happy 2. Marry you. Although marrying you would make me happy so i guess that’s kinda the same thing”

- So you get engaged that night and find out that there’s been a ring hidden in the drawer since last week

- He would absolutely cry when you tell him you're pregnant

- You outright refusing to call the baby Kevin

- “What about as a middle name?”  “No!”  “He is a very important member of this family!”

- Pete being overprotective of you and bump

- Would 100% go out in the middle of the night to get weird snacks

- He would end up eating your cravings because he has the munchies

- “Why not? Maybe it'll taste nice”

- He hates it and says that the baby has absolutely terrible taste

- Baby being a super cute toddler at your wedding and waddling down the aisle with you

- Your little toddler running to Pete once they see him and staying in Pete’s arms until the middle of the vows

#pete davidson imagine #pete davidson x reader #pete davidson #neviwrites #requests #tw pregnancy

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Playinwitme* - Pete Davidson

Requested by so many anons: 

could you pls pls pls write more pete smut!!! your writing is to die for💓

Hey, can you please do another smut with Pete? 🥺 thank you, I really love your writing!

Can you please do full smut with pete davidson 😫 pleaseeee 

Summary: There’s plot if you squint, but it just a whole lot of smut

Warnings: Smut, sex, fingering, female reader

A/N: Yes its named after the Kehlani song bc I’m very shit at naming fics  Word Count: 805

Your legs hung over his longer ones, somewhat resting on Pete’s lap. The tv that you weren't really watching droned on as you lay comfortably on the bed. Pete's hand trailed your thighs out of boredom. His fingers pulling at the waistband of your shorts, moving closer, his hand tracing your exposed skin. Tilting your head towards him, his kiss on your tongue making you moan.

"Don't start something you can't finish"

You whispered against his lips, wanting him but knowing you didn't have a lot of time. Sighing, he stopped for a second and you could see the cogs whirring. Pete had to leave in an hour. Work always found a way to ruin your sex life.

The problem was that you were very bad at letting each other go. For hours you would stay there, tangled in sheets. Stolen kisses as the night drew closer, practically glued to each other. Still playing and pleasuring with every touch of your skin. Dragging himself back out of bed and being able to focus on anything else proved difficult. His mind would be on you all day - the sounds you made and the sight of you, naked and his.

"That sounds like a challenge"

Pete's hot breath danced on your collar, your words making his dick twitch. Fuck, he was so good at that, teasing you. The next kiss was rushed and needy, he wanted to play this game.

You quickly shed your clothes, landing somewhere on the floor. His head was buried in your neck, a laugh leaving your lips, while he marked your skin. Pete shot you a smile, focusing on your mouth again. Gentle as his thumb brushed against your cheek, pulling your face closer to his. Soft lips meeting yours again and again, and you didn't want it to stop, seemingly addicted to his kiss.

Those gentle kisses offset by the way his hands explored your skin, stopping at your heat. Coaxing moans out of you, the pad of his thumb teased your clit. You shuddered as those glorious fingers made their way inside your soaked folds.

"So fucking wet"

Pete's voice was almost growling, tainted with hunger. It wasn't a game now. He was throbbing, leaking at the tip for your pussy. Impatient. But so were you.

"Need you"

You managed to gasp out. And that breathless whisper was all he needed to indulge a little more.

"How bad do you want it?"

He teased and a flash of anger flicked in your eyes. A forceful kiss on your part gave him his answer. Biting his lip hard, sucking on it, claiming him. Clashes of teeth and tongue, you begged for more. It wasn't a polite answer to his question. It was rough. It was dirty. Dirty like the sweat in between your thighs. Dirty like the thoughts you had about the man on top of you.

The noise Pete made was heavenly, conceding to the power you had over him. Murmuring sweet nothings through desperate kisses, he took you quickly.

Another moan escaped your throat as his dick slipped inside. Your grip on his tattooed shoulder tightened, nails digging in. His eyes were filled with lust and fire, completely focused on fucking you.

Your hips buckled, large hands placing you into a better position. So he could get more of you, all of you. In that moment it was if there was no one else, nothing else.

Edging closer, he was losing control. But you loved it. Seeing the sweat drip making his hair stuck to his forehead, panting while he dipped into you. The warmth in your stomach, spread through your body as he jerked inside you.

Faster. Faster.

Harder. Harder.

Whining until you both had nothing left. Nothing more than a clingy mess trying to catch your breath. Perfectly fulfilled. His tongue ran up your slit, licking away the sins of a few seconds ago. Lapping up your wetness in one swift movement.

Soon you were back in his arms again, head on his chest, trying to enjoy the moments of bliss you had left. Scent of sex still lingering the air. You wanted to stay there, forever if you could but you knew it wouldn't last. Life existed outside of him and you.

"You have to go"

You poked into his side, attempting to shove him out of bed. But he held on, laughing while he rolled further on to your side of the mattress.

"No I don't"

He pulled you closer, sounding awfully confident as his head nestled into your shoulder.

"There's a lot of traffic so it's totally fine"

You laughed at his shitty excuse, but accept it all the same. Not caring as long as you got more time with him. He pecked another kiss to your lips, wearing a grin and nothing else.

#pete davidson x reader #pete davidson imagine #pete davidson #neviwrites #female reader

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Welcome Distraction* - Colson Baker

Requested by Anon: Heyoo xx Request for Colson being on an important phone call/FaceTime call as you give him head

Warnings: Smut, swearing, blowjob, male receiving oral  Word Count: 467

You had only came back into the bedroom to get something, and now you were on your knees in front of your boyfriend.

His phone buzzed just as your hands were playing with the waistband of his boxers. The number flashed up on the screen, but he could tell by the look in your eyes that you weren't giving up.

"Fuck"

Colson swore under his breath. He was gonna have to take the call. It was Diddy. The label would kill him if he didn't. He had slept through a lot of their calls lately.

"Hey, what's up?"

He answered confidently, half focused on the call and you in front of him. Hearing a crackled voice blurt some industry stuff you didn't understand: you were on a mission to distract him.

Kells had a habit of playing dirty.

Teasing when you had important stuff to do. Wandering around the house shirtless when you were on the phone. His eyes staring at you hungrily from across the room. Which almost always resulted in sex. He was very skilled at convincing.

So this was only fair.

You palmed him through his boxers, smirking as you watched him try and sound normal.

"I can talk to Ash about it"

He nodded while you removed them with ease. Blue eyes briefly locked with yours, to which you smirked and kept going.

You pumped him a couple times, amid this Colson was trying to talk business.

"I've nearly finished writing yeah"

His hips bucked slightly as you swirled your tongue around the tip.

You hollowed your cheeks, taking all of him in your mouth. Colson's voice caught in his throat which he tried to play off as cough.

"Kells, you good?"

The voice on the other side asked, sounding slightly concerned.

Colson hummed a yes, his mouth unable to form words at this point. Biting his lip, desperately trying to stifle moans while your mouth continued to tease him.

This was probably a bad idea but he was definitely not regretting it.

Colson wasn't even listening by this point, too distracted by how good you looked with his dick in your mouth. Watching you on him was of his favourite sights.

Feeling him twitch around your tongue, his free hand moved to hair, trying to hold on a little longer. But his load hit the back of your throat and you swallowed the salty liquid, while he covered up the mic on the phone.

You got off your knees, wiping the evidence from your mouth. Laughing slightly, you watched him try to compose himself and fail miserably.

Moving the phone to his chest, Colson mouthed "this is isn't over" before putting it back to his ear. You shut the door, but not before flipping him off. You were definitely excited for later.

#mgk smut #mgk x reader #mgk imagine #machine gun kelly x reader #machine gun kelly imagine #colson baker x reader #colson baker imagine #neviwrites #colson baker smut #machine gun kelly smut #gender not specified

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The Road to Normal - Colson Baker

Requested by @catlady495​ : are you taking requests? if so i think it would be so cute if you like took your kids to see colson on tour and have it like really fluff/cute family crap 🥺 

Word Count: 1929 Warnings: None really. Fluff and kids. A/N: Gif by me. Sorry this took so long but I had no idea what to write for a while and kept deleting stuff. Anyways, Stream Tickets to My Downfall!

Going on a flight with 3 kids was just as hectic as it sounded. You were starting to question whether it was worth it. A 2-year-old half asleep on your lap, his feet dangling in your face for an hour. Because if you moved even an inch, he would wake up and you weren’t emotionally prepared for that.

Bella had finally stopped asking questions about the plane, how it flew and when she would see her dad. Her sister distracting her with her tablet. You were always thankful for Casie, she was the best big sister that you could ever ask her to be. Even when you didn't ask, she was awesome. 5 months and 25 days without him and you were going a little stir crazy. It was the loneliness more than anything that got you. The kids hated it, and seeing them like that made your heart hurt.

Colson was feeling it too, though he would never admit how much. Tour was insane like always, but he loved it. The mess, the noise, the crowd. Performing was like breathing to him - the only thing he would change was you. Without you there, it was like a piece of him was missing. A late-night phone call and "I miss you" couldn't get you to drop everything and fly to another country. Now you had kids, it was a lot more difficult to bring them out on road. The circumstances were understandable but hard to take. So this plan was put into action. The plan that involved your legs being scrunched up against a chair for 5 hours and trapped in a metal tube. The ride to the hotel was thankfully pretty short, and you met your favourite co-conspirator there.

"Hey (Y/N)"

Ashleigh hugged you tight, bright smile on her face now that you were finally here. Colson needed this, and she knew you did too.

"How are you guys?"

She was attacked with cuddles in response, laughing as the kids could barely contain their excitement.

Colson, completely unaware of his almost screaming children in the lobby, was in his room. He had called you, just before you'd left for the airport. Panic filled your body. Trying to brush him off was difficult. Normally you'd talk for hours but your terrible excuse of “crying kids and needing to go grocery shopping” was enough to prevent any questions. Thankfully he was too tired to probe any further. You probably made his shitty day even worse, the sadness in his voice killed you.

“No- its fine baby, we can talk later. It was nothing important, I just miss you and the kids like crazy. I love you”

At least now you could make his day a whole lot better.

"Which way is it?"

Casie asked once you were out of the elevator, and finally at his floor. She was bouncing with more energy than you'd seen in a while. Looking determined, concentration etched on her face as she matched the number on the keycard with the doors in front of her. Eli tried to escape from your arms getting antsy, wanting to go where everyone else was.

"Okay, okay. You'll see Daddy soon I promise"

You gently shushed him, eyes widening at the mention of his father. You followed your girls to make sure they didn't scream the entire way there.

"(Y/N), come on!"

Casie ran back and her hand tugged yours. Bella was behind you using all of her might to push, her little arms only reaching your lower back. You laughed, while they hurried you to the door. Now only a few steps separated you from him. Colson didn't flinch at the sound of the door handle, presuming it was Ash coming to talk about the show later. Looking up from his phone, he sighed, waiting for another lecture. His mouth fell open when he saw you all standing there.

"Dad!"

Bella ran towards him and Eli wriggled out of your grasp, climbing over the mattress with his sister's help. Casie made her way around the bed, diving under his other arm.

"What are you doing here?"

That smile you loved so much was plastered on his face, unable to hide it at seeing his babies. They were actually here and not buffering pixels thanks to terrible hotel Wi-Fi.

"Came to see you, duh"

Casie shrugged like it was the easiest thing into the world, burrowing back into his shoulder, while her father laughed.

Finally hearing that laugh in person was heaven. His eyes met yours across the room. After months, those blue eyes were staring into yours, lingering on your figure in disbelief. For a while, he would get to be Colson, instead of Kells.

He escaped the grasp of your children, making his way over to you. Enveloping you in a hug and almost lifting you off the floor. Pressing a kiss to his lips your hand caressed his cheek, drinking in your favourite view. Cuddling you tight to his chest for a few seconds, Colson planted a kiss to your hairline. God, he was so happy. You could hear Casie sighing from the other side of the room. Reaching over dramatically to cover her sibling's eyes, both of you chuckled at her antics. Finally, everything was back to your crazy kind of normal.

The few hours you got to yourselves were gloriously spent doing nothing. Colson listening attentively as Casie told him everything that had happened at school. Bella showed him how far she had got with the guitar. The instrument was bigger than her but she was determined to prove that their facetime lessons were working.

Eventually, you made it to soundcheck. The kids all looked so cute in their matching tour shirts. As you strolled in, Casie was glued to his hip, she was definitely going to be taller than him soon. They were all taller than the last time he’d seen them, which Colson hated. His tiny humans were getting bigger by the second and he was missing it. But the feeling of having them here made him forget that pain of leaving and missing them every second.

You plonked yourself on a seat next to Mod, watching a few rows back with Eli on your lap. While, Bella and Casie went wandering backstage with Ash.

"Daddy up there?"

His small voice asked, swinging his legs on the chair. He had gotten bored on your lap after a while. You pointed up to the stage, where Colson was currently talking to Rook about a drum solo.

"Wanna see!"

You lifted Eli off the chair, holding him above your head to see the stage.

"Wanna see Daddy!"

You pointed to the stage with your free hand but it was no use. Eli sniffled, pouting at you. Those big brown eyes blinking up at you, and you instantly melted.

"Fine. We'll go even though he's only over there"

Mod laughed, as you trudged up that stage, crying toddler in tow.

AJ and Baze waved at Eli who gave them a small wave back, but his eyes remained fixed on his father. Slim pointed for Colson to turn around.

"What's up?"

Colson reached out, taking your son in his arms, eyes scanning for any injury. Eli wrapped his arms around his neck and immediately shut up.

"What's wrong? Why you crying?"

"Missed you"

The baby mumbled into his tattooed shoulder, and Colson’s arms squeezed him a little tighter.

"You were just over there!"

He laughed, pointing to where Mod was, who waved back at him.

"You wanna stay up here with me?"

His voice was softer as he asked the question and Eli nodded intently.

"Guess I'll sit here then"

You made your way over the side of the stage, laughing at the thought Colson jumping around with a baby in his arms. He'd done it before. It was difficult but still unbelievably cute.

Casie appeared next to you, back from hanging out with Ash and Ash.

"Hey Casie B"

She rested her head on your shoulder, her curly hair tickling your forehead. At least she still wanted to hang out with you.

"You doing okay?"

She nodded. Casie would have a good time no matter what, she just wanted to see her dad.

“Thanks for bringing me”

“No problem, you’re a delight. Plus who else is going to watch the madness with me?”

She agreed wholeheartedly, and almost on cue, soundcheck was yet again interrupted by one of Colson’s tiny humans. It was less troublesome than the usual chaos that followed your family around, but it was to be expected. Bella walked onstage confidently, not unlike her someone else you knew, planting herself in front of her uncle. Slim leant down, the five-year-old whispering in his ear, to which he nodded.

“Rookie, you’re out the band”

“Again?”

His accent rang in the air, still sounding dejected at the words he had heard so many times.

“Yeah” Slim nodded, helping his niece over to the drums “Bella is replacing you”

“Do you need some help?”

Rook asked, seeing the concentration on her little face.

She paused, thinking about this life-changing decision for a second.

“Maybe a little”

Her tiny hands grabbed the sticks, whacking the drums and cymbals with some sense of rhythm. She was taking advantage of her moment. Soaking up the applause and cheering, you took that as your cue to leave so they could actually rehearse.

The show was phenomenal, as always. Surrounded by music and the unreal energy that came in waves from the stage. To you it was beautiful. Although that may have been just because of who was jumping around shirtless on stage. Colson winked at you and all the girls screamed but you just shook your head and blew a kiss back. Bella was disappointed to not be on drums, but she still had a good time. Bopping along with her tiny headphones, giggling when her dad made funny faces at them. Eli had fun clapping to the music, occasionally half wobbling half dancing with his sisters. The babies got tired quickly, eventually leaving to snooze backstage. Casie was wide awake, watching with awe as her father jumped across the stage. She shot you another smile, and you just felt happy. Nothing could beat that feeling of spending time with your family, the ones you love. Or an amazing concert.

After the show, you were welcomed into a hug by smiling, and very sweaty, Colson. And you wouldn’t change a thing for that sight. Eventually, you’d make it back to the hotel, basking in the almost silence of nighttime and enjoying each other’s company for the first time in a while. Bundled on the bed, cold because your children had claimed ownership of all blankets and comforters. Whispering due to your sleeping kids, you would attempt to have a conversation but Colson would still make you laugh without even trying.

“Quiet is so weird to me now”

The blond hummed, agreeing with your statement. It was nice but strange to not have a constant stream of noise filling the room.

“You wouldn’t rather be out having drunk lightsaber fights right now?”

“I mean, if you’re suggesting it-”

He abruptly sat up, attempting to move off the edge of the bed, amongst the sea of people on the mattress.

“Nope. This is perfect”

Colson shook his head, moving back and resting comfortably on your shoulder. And you knew, he meant every word. Despite the tantrums, very long flights and awkward facetimes. This was worth it and always would be.

#mgk imagine #colson baker x reader #mgk x reader #colson baker imagine #machine gun kelly x reader #machine gun kelly imagine #neviwrites

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mgk blurb #2 for anon

2. "Dude, what the fuck?”

Waking up to Colson swearing was a usual occurrence. But what wasn't was walking downstairs to see him attempting to actually cook. You had never seen so many knives in the kitchen, without them being thrown at someone. You were please to see the house wasn't on fire, but Colson was running his hand under the tap.

"Baby, what did you do?"

Rushing over, you took his hand gently in yours, examining it under the water.

"Burnt my hand"

It was slightly red but he wasn't adding another scar to the collection yet.

“What were you trying to make this time?”

A knowing sigh left your lips, as you watched him explain whatever concoction he was creating. Recently, he had been determined to be able to make something other than chicken alfredo. And so Chef Colson was slowly becoming a reality, or at the very least More-than-Microwaving-and-Boiling-Pasta Colson. 

Suddenly, a splash of water hit you directly in the chest mid way through his convoluted explanation.

"Dude, what the fuck?”

Blinking up at him, there was a devious smirk on his face. No innocence, just pure chaos. So you kissed him, an effective method of distraction, while you cupped your hands under the running tap. Colson was surprised but melted at the feeling on your lips on his. He gasped as you flung the water in his direction, immediately running to the other side of the room. 

“That stung a little, but I like your methods”

Colson whipped his shirt off, filling a glass as he prepared to chase you.

“Don’t think I’m gonna go easy on you, Baker”

Your gaze stayed on him, grabbing a container for more ammo.

“Who says I wanted this to be easy?”

The kitchen was already a mess but now it was an arena.

#mgk imagine #mgk x reader #colson baker imagine #colson baker x reader #machine gun kelly imagine #machine gun kelly x reader #prompt list blurbs #neviwrites

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mgk blurb #21 + #34 for anon

Hi! Can I request 2 fics for Colson? The first one with 2 and the second with 21 and 34 from the random prompts 🖤

21. "How come I didn't get a cute pet name? "(Y/N) is a cute name"

34. "This is so beautiful. I might cry"

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As soon you walked into your apartment, the dog would beeline for Colson. That was the new normal. There wouldn’t even be a bark in your direction since you started dating him. Buddy had abandoned you for a much cuddlier giraffe. The tiny dog was even getting jealous of Colson’s guitars, taking to nudging them out of your boyfriend’s hands with his nose.

Leaving the room to grab a blanket, you returned to your boys asleep on the sofa. Your terrier was nestled next to your boyfriend’s hip, head propped on his thigh. Colson's other arm was slung over Buddy, while his blond mop hung off the back of the couch.

"This so beautiful. I might cry"

You chuckled under your breath, grabbing your phone to take a quick photo. The small flash made your boyfriend move, but the dog stayed firmly planted in his new favourite spot.

“Huh? What’d you say?”

Colson's eyes fluttered open, looking over for you to repeat the statement, still yawning.

“You look really cute like that”

You pointed to his lap and he nodded, smiling down at his new sidekick.

“He likes you more than me”

Sounding somewhat pouty, you sank back into the couch, your head resting on his shoulder.

“That’s cos we’re best bros. Dudes”

“Isn’t that right, Wolfie?”

You could swear the dog smiled as he nestled further into your boyfriend’s hand as it ran through his fur. Wolfie, short for Wolverine, had come from Colson’s love of comic books. Your dog could be pretty intimidating when he chose to. He loved to bark at anything. But fluffy baby was also super protective and good at comforting you when needed it, so you felt like it fit.

"How come I didn't get a cute pet name? 

"(Y/N) is a cute name" 

He responded immediately and you shot him a bewildered look. You opened your mouth to complain but any thoughts left your mind as Colson’s lips met yours.

“Well, we think it’s cute and so are you”

#mgk x reader #colson baker imagine #mgk imagine #colson baker x reader #prompt list blurbs #neviwrites

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Drunken Promises - Colson Baker

Summary: Looking after your drunk boyfriend is an event 

Warnings: Mentions of being drunk and drinking, bit of swearing, some fluff, mostly questioning why a tall boi is so heavy  Word Count: 696

Before you had met Colson, a good night out would be drinking, dancing, maybe food. But now, your standards had dropped considerably. Now, a broken leg was okay if you could hobble. The response to stitches were a shrug, maybe a high five if you were up to it. Thankfully you weren't there yet and you were hoping it wouldn’t get to that point.

"You gotta help me here"

You managed to grab hold of him before he fell. Colson had lost his upper body strength after a long night drinking. You had sobered up much quicker but boyfriends feel so much heavier when you have to drag them along the street. You were hoping the cold night air would sober him up. It didn't.

Slim, thankfully hadn't drank as much so had helped you shove him into the taxi.  Not that it wasn't hilarious listening to him talk about anything that popped into his head. Although, yelling about coffee and trying to climb out of a moving car wore pretty thin soon enough. Now the task of getting a very wobbly 6'4 man back into the house was on your to-do list.

"You're too lanky"

You remarked, grabbing onto his hip, so you could carry him and he wouldn't crush you.

"I'm the right amount of tall"

Colson had taken to clutching onto your waist, still insisting he was fine every few seconds. His hands were warm from the alcohol, fumbling to get good purchase so he wouldn't faceplant into the concrete.

Laughing, you inched closer to the front door. Nearly there, so close to the end, but drunk Colson made everything a bit more difficult. Leaning him against the wall, you grabbed the keys, still eyeing him in your peripheral vision. A sigh of relief leaving your lips, once you heard the familiar click of the lock. Colson was humming something as he slumped further down the wall. That look of adoration plastered on his face, looking up at you for once.

"Col?"

He groaned a yes.

"Don't fall over"

"I'm not gonna fall over"

"I don't believe you"

You sighed, watching him wobble as you shoved the door and reached down to grab him. Over the threshold, but his center of gravity was extremely fucked. But you realized a little too late, when he nearly fell on top of you.

"Shit!"

You pushed him against the wall so both of you wouldn't hit the ground. Your foreheads were touching, arms pinning him against the wall. You could feel his chest moving as he laughed, cuddling into you.

"You really like nearly injuring yourself don't you?

Recalling the broken arm and the numerous weeks spent on crutches. That time he tried to hurdle a car was burned into your memory. It was in his nature to get hurt in stupid ways.

"Love you"

He pressed a kiss to your cheek, shrugging in lieu of real answer.

"Love you too"

You sighed, making an attempt to pull his giggling figure upstairs. Eventually, you had made it. The bedroom. Colson dived dramatically onto bed, immediately sitting up like he had forgotten something. You were past the point of questioning things, so you just moved even closer.

"You're a good person"

He gently patted you on the back, and you nearly burst out laughing. Failing to hold in your giggles, you quickly got rid of his jacket and jeans. Now only in his boxers, you ushered him under the quilt.

Finally laying down, he was looking at you like that again, still drunkenly rambling.

"I can't wait to marry you. And piss off the media because we never break up. Laughing at my dumb jokes for the rest of our lives. I promise I'll look after you next time"

He mumbled the last part, sleep taking over him. Colson turned over and light snores soon followed.

"I know you've got me like I got you, baby”

You planted kisses over the newer scars on his face, silently wishing that there wouldn't be more anytime soon. Making sure he wouldn't roll out of bed, you went downstairs to get some water for when he woke up.

#mgk imagine #machine gun kelly imagine #machine gun kelly x reader #mgk x reader #colson baker imagine #colson baker x reader #neviwrites #gender not specified

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Home Is Not A Place - Pete Davidson

Requested by Anon: Hi can I request a fic where the reader and pete davidson have a kid and it’s just a day in their life to

Warnings: Little bit of swearing, mostly fluff Word Count: 999

The alarm screamed at you. Barely awake, you grabbed for your phone. Because you could swear you had just closed your eyes.

It was the last day of the week when Pete wasn't that busy. He would get up early with your son, so they could spend some time together and you would sleep a little longer.

Eventually making your way downstairs, you were greeted by the sight of your boys chilling in the kitchen.

"Well, where did you put your blankie?"

You couldn't help but laugh at Pete gently interrogating your son. He was crouched, eye level with your son, who was clinging to his arm.

"Blankie!"

Scotty babbled at him, making grabby hands, trying to be picked up.

"I don't know why I'm trusting the memory of a baby- I'm sorry you're 17 months"

His father scooped him up, placing him in his high chair. Content chilling there, while Pete started cooking.

"Hi bubba"

Scott smiled at the sound of your voice, banging on his table to get your attention.

"Is Daddy being funny again? Huh?"

You asked softly, smiling back and running your hands through your his curly hair. A few step to your left, Pete was stood at the counter, grabbing your respective mugs and contemplating cereal.

"Hi-" Interrupting himself, he planted a kiss to your lips "He laughs at everything so he's very bad for testing material"

To prove his point, he stuck his tongue out and your son laughed like it was the best thing in the world.

"But I am the funnier parent so-"

He trailed off and you scoffed in response. Pete shot you an intrigued look, placing a bowl of fruit in front of the toddler.

"That is not true"

Shaking your head, he wore that look once more, waiting for the explanation.

"I'm hilarious. Wait till my special comes out"

Your warning had little impact, watching as Pete could barely reply for laughing.

"Okay. Sure"

He managed to get out, turning back to the counter in failed attempt to hide smile but you could still hear it.

"Don't laugh!"

Your eyes met his brown ones but you were close to laughing yourself.

"What? You said you were funny!"

Pete shrugged and you glanced over at your son for some support but he was completely distracted, practically glued to his bowl. Sighing, you propped your head on your hands. You weren't going to win this one.

"How long until you go to read through?"

He glanced at his phone before replying "4 hours", not missing the hint of disappointment in your voice.

The debate about what your Netflix special would be called dragged into breakfast. Well, you and Pete were having breakfast, your toddler was making a mess. In a few minutes, he was covered in fruit. You weren't intrigued by the amount of banana on his arm and face. By now you had learnt that kids were just like that. Mess would be made.

The decision to do absolutely nothing and relax in the garden soon followed. Warm sun streaming through the window, beckoning you to the outside.

Scotty was absolutely ready, once he was cleaned up. Dressed in his bucket hat and dungarees, the envy of all the Instagram babies. Adorable. But maybe you were a little biased.

"We made that"

Pete rested his chin on your shoulder, hands finding their way to your waist.

You hands on top of his, leaning into his touch.

"I still can't believe it"

The pair of you in awe, watching your tiny human do nothing and still manage to be cute.

Grabbing a few essentials, you headed outside. Drink that was mostly ice cubes, oversized sunglasses and the fabled blankie, which was found almost swallowed by the couch.

Trying to get sunscreen on a toddler was a struggle. He kept trying to wriggle away, so Pete was holding onto him. You couldn't help but laugh at the determination etched on his chubby face, pouting until you were finished. Finally free from Pete's grasp, Scott wasted no time. His tiny legs carrying him round the garden at top speed. Not caring when he almost tripped because the smile on his face was too wide.

"You tired now, buddy?"

Pete asked your son, who was still giggling when he plonked down next him after 10 minutes.

He shook his head, refusing to admit defeat. Not because he was tired but because he wanted to, Scotty settled comfortably back into his dad's arms.

The three of you lay there on the picnic blanket, for what felt like forever. Staring at the clouds and pointing out random shapes. You didn't have to focus on anything else, except your boys.

"Shit. I have to go"

Checking his phone once more, he sighed. Number ticking down in his face. Looking down at the scene, he didn't want to leave. Scott’s head was resting on your stomach. He was busy rambling about the clouds, you agreeing whole heartedly that the one over on the right was a dinosaur.

Pete got up to leave and Scotty immediately attacked him with cuddles, ending up in his lap. Trying to convince him to let go was a event, like it always was.

"No!"

It was starting to become his favourite word. Bargaining with him took a little time, his grip eventually loosening. The promise of ice cream was enough motive for you to peel him off of his father. Pouting baby now in your arms, Pete kissed you goodbye, making his way back through the house. After numerous "I love you's" and yelling a final goodbye, you heard the front door shut. Still resigned to spend the day, chilling it the garden. You got comfy on you the blanket once more, only to be interrupted by that same little voice.

"Mama, ice cream!"

Your toddler was looking at you expectantly, waiting for his reward. Shaking your head, you laughed. Thinking about that ice cream which would no doubt make more mess.

#pete davidson x reader #pete davidson imagine #neviwrites #pete davidson fic #pete davidson #female reader

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can i request #9 of the angsty prompts with pete davidson? pls and thank u!!

9. “It’s different. We’re different"

You had been thinking it for a while, but neither of you wanted to say it. That conversation was bound to happen. Because it wasn’t a huge argument. There was no fight. You just didn’t have the energy to lie anymore, not to him.

Something had changed. So it felt strange when you saw him a couple months later at a party. You still loved Pete but breaking up felt right. But it had felt so right when you met him. When you were an absolute mess at the grocery store, being grumpy and hunting for your favourite cookies. When he made you laugh because you were pissed they weren’t on sale anymore.

That day he was the only thing that could make you happy, and every day since Pete had made you smile, just by being there. Until those smiles became hollow just like your relationship. Your interactions were more polite than of someone deeply infatuated. And he felt it too.

“So...”

Surprised that words even left your dry mouth, you were scared to look at him. Because you’re both a little scared as to where this talk even goes.

“So...”

A laugh leaves his mouth in an attempt to ease the tension. The silence still lingers but some of the weight lifts off your chest, so maybe things were working out.

“I know it’s different. We’re different. And that people always say this shit but I genuinely care about you”.

He admits once you’re alone. Surrounded by the cold night air with the thudding music in the distance.

“Same here”

You nodded and you meant it. Knowing that if the circumstances were different, this wouldn’t have happened.

“Friends?”

“Always”

Enveloping him into a hug, his fingers are still clutching a joint when your chin meets his shoulder. That familiar mixture of aftershave and weed fills your lungs. No longer a comfort, but a memory that you needed to forget.

#pete davidson imagine #pete davidson x reader #pete davidson #neviwrites #prompt list blurb

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Something Permanent * - Colson Baker

Requested by Anon: pls write about Kells (Mgk) telling you he wants to have a baby with you and you agree and both of you get to work, if you know what I mean;);)

Warnings: Female reader.Talk of babies and reference to pregnancy. Kinda fluffy, lots of smut and then fluff. Sex, fingering.  Word Count: 1166

You were laying in bed scrolling aimlessly on your phone, when Colson walked into the bedroom. Normally, he would dive onto you lap and distract you or try and run in with some new exciting idea. But this was different, the taller man seemed nervous as he approached you.

"Do you think about the future a lot?"

Colson blurted out, sitting next to you on the edge of the bed.

"I guess so?"

You weren't really sure what he was getting at. Putting your phone down, you turned to face your him, your full attention now focused on your boyfriend.

"How about me and you?"

The blond toyed with his fingers, his gaze not wanting to meet yours.

"Col- what's up?"

His question intrigued you, combined with his demeanour it was making you a little nervous too. He was a permanent fixture in your life. You weren't going anywhere and neither was he. So this felt a little out of the blue. Was he questioning your relationship?

"What do you think about having a kid?"

He asked gently, not wanting to add even more pressure to what already a somewhat existential question.

You couldn't lie the boldness of what he said threw you, but that was to be expected. You had been dating for several years. And it was the happiest you'd ever been in a relationship. You'd be lying if you said you hadn't thought about it. Anytime you saw him interact with kids who came to the shows, you practically melted. Him and Casie were your favourite duo in the world. You knew he wouldn't say this unless he thought you were both ready. Colson wasn't the type to lie about something as serious as this.

You spoken about kids before, albeit very briefly and more in a jokey kind of way.

"Yes, Motley Crüe is the perfect lullaby for a toddler" 

"I wonder if our kids will also be cute giraffes".

Casual jokes weren't exactly the same as having your own little human. It was a big step, but you could feel it from somewhere within you that this was right.

These thoughts, amongst numerous others, were running through your mind.

But to Kells, this one minute of silence felt like eternity. He loved being a dad, it was hard at times, but he liked the thought of having a mini you wandering around. Sometimes he'd catch himself thinking- anytime you did anything remotely maternal. Or the little looks you gave Case, like she was the most precious thing in the universe. It was something so perfect, that he'd never thought would be possible until you. You were the future that he had always wanted.

He couldn't decipher the emotions sketched on your face, as you sat there engrossed in thought. It was stressing him out.

"So, what do you think?"

Colson asked, sounding more confident that he thought he would. It was a genuine question- concern flickering through his eyes.

"I think yes"

Smiling softly, you watched his face light up at the prospect of starting a family with you.

"So how many were you thinking?

Smirking, you closed the gap between the two of you, your hands grazing each other.

"Start with one"

You hummed in agreement, your eyes staring at his plump lips.

"Yeah, maybe we can have more"

As he reached for your waist, there was something beyond lust in his blue eyes. Passion. Desire. Love.

"What? If we happen to be in the mood for making more?"

He laughed at the sarcasm in your tone as you moved even closer, positioning yourself to straddle him.

"Well the making is the best part"

Even his tone was teasing you, his fingers tracing shapes along your body at a tortuously slow rate. His calloused finger slipping under you chin tilting your face towards him. Smirk plastered on Colson's face, as your lips touched his.

It was a delicate kiss, to which you knew there was a deeper genuine meaning, slowly turned more intense.

His tongue slipped into your mouth as his hands trailed your thighs, lifting you with ease into a better position against the mattress.

Colson pulled his shirt off, throwing it across the room, immediately returning his attention back to you.

You had one of his larger shirts on, almost ripping it off, not caring where it landed. Gently grabbing his face, you pulled him towards you. This kiss was more possessive, instinctual. He was yours, and you were his. Permanent.

As he nipped at your collar, you couldn't help but moan. Col carefully added to the collection of marks that were already littered across your neck.

The feeling of his hot breath travelling down your naked body, sucking on your exposed breasts was ecstasy. His hand hovered over the lacy underwear adorning your hips, fingers plunging beneath them to your core.

Throwing them off, he got back to work.

His fingertips lingering in a circular motion rubbing on your clit.

You groaned into his mouth, as his digits pumped into you unforgivingly. Moving quickly in and out of your folds, making you wetter with every inch he delved into you. His eyes flickered up to yours, asking for consent to focus his attention elsewhere and you nodded.

Pulling the boxers off, his hardened length slapped against his tattooed stomach. He pumped himself a few times before entering you.

Your hips buckled as he brought you closer, fitting together like a puzzle. Whimpering at his every touch, your body was overcome with pleasure as he filled you up.

Each thrust got faster, there was more confidence and eagerness in his rhythm. The taste of his kiss lingered on your tongue, your head pushing into the pillow while the warmth within your stomach spread. You adjusted to his pace, his breathing getting heavier as your walls tightened around his dick.

The pressure was just enough to bear, the sensation of pleasure rippled through your spine. Your fingers grabbed at his locks, running through the blond curls as you lost control. His grip on your thighs tightened, clinging to a sense of desperation as you got lost in each other.

You cried out his name, climaxing as the high hit you. It was almost inexplicable, the way he made your body feel. You whining in his ear was practically begging Colson to come undone. Biting his lip, an uncontrollable moan spilled from his mouth, as he finished inside you.

Afterwards you were on the bed for what felt like hours, laying in each others arms, your thoughts still somewhat clouded in ecstasy.

You couldn't help but notice the way his eyes kept flickering to your stomach, probably thinking of the future. Occasionally, his calloused thumb, brushed against your cheek to which you returned a warm smile.

And as your eyelids fell and sleep called you both, your last thoughts were of that space in your stomach and how great your life would be if it weren't so empty after all.

#mgk smut #mgk #machine gun kelly x reader #machine gun kelly imagine #colson baker x reader #colson baker imagine #smut #neviwrites #female reader #tw pregnancy

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Dating Klaus Mikaelson would include: PART 2 {Vampire!SO + Human!SO}

Being a Vampire:

- You were old friends with benefits who lost touch over the years

- You always flirted that was just how you were

- You end up finding each other again and again over the years

- Meeting on the streets of New Orleans

- "So dramatic aren't you, lurking in the night"

- "That is rather part of the job description"

- His siblings know exactly what's happened when he starts smiling at things other than their petty squabbles

- "You've got that look again"

- “What look, Rebekah?

- "That (Y/N) smile”

- Laying in bed with him one night and admitting you want more

- “Why didn’t we do this before?” You ask, after staying with him for a week, barely leaving the bed despite his offers to show you the city.

- “I was somewhat busy running for my life” He smiles at you and you both laugh.

- “You aren’t running anymore” Or at least not as much, your Klaus was a fighter, too confident for his own good.

- “Are you sure you can handle me?” That signature smirk on his face, but his words hide the concern he has for the ones he loves, which always included you.

- “I’ve loved you for 300 years, so I’ll think I can manage somehow” He smiles again, this time brighter, capturing your lips in his.

- “I’ve loved you for 350″ He always has to win, ever the jealous middle child. But he felt he had won with you by his side.

- Going on spontaneous romantic getaways

- Night time dinner dates couples that murder together stay together

- The sight of you covered in blood, he finds absolutely gorgeous delicious

Being a Human:

- You’re an art student working part time in an painting supply store, which he occasionally frequents

- “You’re new aren’t you?” He asks, and you peer behind the canvases to meet his eyes.

- “That out of place, huh?” You laugh at your own awkwardness, but receive a comforting look from the tall blond stranger.

- “That mixture of hope and wonder in your eyes, it's rare. Also the new student leaflet on the desk”

- "Very observant, guessing you’re a people person then?”

- “You could say that”

-  He learns you moved to New Orleans, inspired by the vibrant culture and history

- Klaus considers himself somewhat an expert in that topic so he offers to teach you.

- He doesn’t mean to fall in love. Your little jokes he cant help but laugh at, the way there is always paint on your face that you couldn’t quite get rid off. He finds himself smiling every time you do, hanging on your every word

- He doesn’t have to be the hybrid who’s name strikes fear into all who hear it, he’s just Klaus. He doesn’t want to ruin everything. Taint your view with this other side of him.

- He tells you he’s a vampire and you’re in shock. You couldn’t imagine sweet clever Klaus who brings you beignets when you work late, killing someone.

- But maybe you trusted too easy, you’d seen the darkness the flickered in his eyes, the glimpses of a tortured mind in his paintings but ignored it.

- So you stay away, gathering your thoughts on the man you thought you knew

- He's still protective, even when you aren’t talking for a while. He watches over you until you’re ready to hear him out.

#klaus mikaelson x reader #klaus mikaelson imagine #tvd imagine #originals imagine #klaus mikaelson #neviwrites

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Dating Klaus Mikaelson would include: PART 1

- He would immediately be attracted to your personality. You two share witty banter that annoys everyone else.

- You probably forget you actually have a name because all you ever hear is my love, sometimes my heart or on occasion my dear (y/n)

- You wouldn't go to sleep in his arms but somehow in the morning when you woke up, you would be cuddling

- He would pretend that you were the cuddler in the relationship. But in the early morning, he would smile at the sight of you next to him

- Gently whispering how much he loves you while you slept on his chest

- Isn't one for PDA. But when he's in a good mood, sometimes he'll hold your hand.

- Gets jealous so easily and glares at anyone that dare look in your direction but you just make fun of him for it

- Deep kisses when you almost lose him. His hands cup your face, and you can taste the blood on his lips but you don’t care 

- Running your fingers through his hair to calm him down

- The perfect gentleman. He would plan dates with all of your favourite things.

- Finally letting him paint you after a week of him begging you

- “Love, I have to paint what I'm inspired by and you are my muse”

- So much sarcasm. Communicating through facial expressions. Eye-rolling. Sass.

- Trying to stop him being reckless. Trying and failing to be his conscience.

- "You can't dagger Kol every time he says something stupid"

- "But everything that leaves his mouth is utter nonsense"

- Watching his little angry rants when someone crosses him.

- He paces back and forth complaining while you sit there laughing

- “Klaus, look at me” His eyes meet yours across the room

 “Just calm down love”  You manage to get out before laughing but he rolls his eyes and continues pacing.

- Temple kisses as to not distract you from working, but letting you know he was there and always would be.

- He would absolutely write you beautiful love letters to distract from the fact he had ignored your advice again. 

- Him being so soft around you. If you’re in a bad mood, he won’t leave until you feel better. Being a sweetheart and bringing you hot drinks. 

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