#and proceeded to sit like this for 5 minutes

[morgana-larkin]

As promised, part 2 of ‘Mine’, and you might have noticed that I ended it perfectly for a possible part 3…

It’s a little late since I’ve been extremely busy past couple of days but I’m getting back to your requests. I got 9 to do and the 2 Chessy fics are out under Chessy x reader if you want to check them out. I’m still taking requests for both Melissa and Chessy but please be patient if you send one, it might take a few days to a week before I get to it. Not edited in the slightest and I hope you like it!

Mine - Part 2

Warnings: LOTS of fluff

Words: 4.3k

You stayed home with little Mel (as you both like to call her) for 7 months until the new school year started. In those 4 months that Melissa had to go to work, you took care of little Mel during the day, Melissa would take care of her during the evening, and you both took turns at night.

One day both you and the baby got sick and Melissa stayed home to take care of both of you. She might have complained a little bit but she secretly liked taking care of you both.

In the evenings were her favourite moments of the day. Where she got home, got to be near you again and take care of little Mel. She particularly enjoyed holding Amelia and just looking at her as she slept in her arms. She always put her in her little rocking chair and on the counter next to the stove while she cooked and gave her a bottle at the same time. Amelia breastfed during the day when you took care of her but then had bottles when Melissa came home.

One day Melissa came home to you sleeping on the couch and Amelia in her rocking chair beside the couch on the coffee table. She decided not to wake you up and just took Amelia immediately. You woke up and got scared when she wasn’t where you left her until you heard giggling from the kitchen. You entered the kitchen and what you saw warmed your heart. Amelia was in Melissa’s arms, playing peek-a-boo with her and Amelia was giggling while Melissa had a huge smile. You knew she would be a great mom, especially with how great she is with her students. You put a hand over your heart and just watched them. After a minute Melissa noticed you and smiled at you. “Hey, Amore. Saw you asleep on the couch so I just took the little Tesoro and let you sleep.” She told you.

“Ya I realised when I woke up and she was gone.” You said and made your way beside her and gave her a side hug as Amelia was in her arms. You both looked at Amelia who was smiling at both of you. She was 5 months right now and starting to babble but hasn’t said any words yet, just sounds, until now.

“Ma” she said and you both looked at her with wide eyes and then at each other.

“Did she…just say her first word?” Melissa asked you and you nodded. Melissa let a tear slip down her face and you gave her another side hug. “I know she doesn’t know what she’s saying yet but it’s still heartwarming to hear.” Melissa said as she began to cry.

“I know, baby. You can cry. Do you want me to take Amelia for a minute?” You asked and she nodded and handed her to you. She then proceeded to wipe away her tears and then kissed you and Amelia on the forehead.

She kept crying and went to go find Kleenex and that’s when you decided to FaceTime Barb.

“Hey y/n, what’s up?” She asked as she picked up.

“I think Melissa is having a breakdown since Amelia said her first word and it was Ma.” You told her.

“She did? Oh that’s wonderful. I’m talking about Amelia not Melissa.” She told you and you laughed. “Why don’t you hand the phone over to Melissa and I’ll talk to her.”

“Alright, Melissa? Baby?” You called her and went out into the living room to find her sitting on the couch and trying to stop crying. “Melissa , here, talk to Barb.” You told her and she took the phone.

“Hi Barb.” She said and wiped a few tears away.

“Hi sweetheart, y/n told me that Amelia said her first word.” She said to Melissa and Melissa nodded.

“Ya, and it was Ma.” She told her and then you proceeded to give them some privacy and went into the kitchen to get a bottle for Amelia.

Melissa came into the kitchen a few minutes later and she had stopped crying.

“Hey Amore.” She said and gave you your phone back.

“Hey Melissa, feeling better?” You asked and she nodded as you grabbed your phone and put it in your pocket.

Melissa looks at Amelia with so much love and rubs her head and runs her fingers through her ginger hair. Melissa then proceeds to place kisses all over Amelia’s face and she giggles. Melissa then blows a raspberry on her stomach and Amelia giggles more and squirms a bit. Melissa touches hands with Amelia and Amelia grabs her finger and doesn’t let go.

“How about you go sit on the couch and I’ll watch over her and make supper?” She says and you nod.

“If you’re feeling up for it.” You tell her and she nods. You hand Amelia over to her and then you leave the kitchen after casting a glance at them.

The two of you spend all summer break together, and taking Amelia out to the park often to meet other babies her age. Amelia starts to crawl around at 6 months old and babbles more and more.

At 7 months old Amelia stood up with help from Melissa and she was shocked and spun Amelia around in the air. You walked in on this and wondered what made her so happy.

“Hey, what made you so happy?” You ask her with a smile.

“Little Mel here stood up, with assistance but she still did it!” Melissa said and you smiled.

“Aw, did she really?!?” You asked and she nodded.

3 days before school started Melissa was freaking out. Amelia was in her playpen, Melissa was pacing back and forth and you were trying to calm her down.

“I mean what if the other children don’t like her? What if they make fun of her or exclude her from the group?” She was saying.

“Melissa, relax, it’s daycare. They said that they always make sure everyone is included.” You told her.

Amelia was starting daycare while both of you go back to work for the new school year, and Melissa wasn’t dealing with it well.

“What if something goes wrong or what if she thinks we’re abandoning her?” Melissa says with a pout.

“Honestly, she’s 8 months old, she probably won’t notice we’re gone.” You told her.

“That doesn’t exactly make me feel better.” She says and you see her whole body deflate as she blows a big breath out.

“Look, I’m nervous too. I’ve never been away from her for 8 hours before.” You say. “But a lot of babies go to daycare and they turn out fine. I mean I went to daycare at 6 months old and look at me now.” You tell her.

“You did turn out great.” She says and grabs your waist and looks at your face with a smile.

“And I have a great relationship with my parents. I don’t feel abandoned at all by them.” You add and she places her forehead on yours. “Now come on, let’s spend these last few days with Amelia before school and daycare starts.” You tell her, and you guys do exactly just that.

On the first day, Melissa was freaking out again. You understand why, Melissa became a mom later in her life while you just started in your 30’s. Melissa doesn’t want anything to mess up or ruin the life she has now and she’s terrified of that happening.

You end up packing the rest of the stuff in the bag for Amelia while Melissa was holding and hugging her daughter and telling her that her mom’s still love her. You rolled your eyes with a smile at her actions but didn’t stop her. When you had to leave to drop her off at daycare you drove there, afraid that Melissa might turn the car around and drive back home.

At daycare, Melissa was basically inspecting the place that Amelia will be all day. The teacher looked at you weirdly but you waved it off.

“I would just let her, she’s freaking out and if this makes her feel better than I’d just let her, or else she’ll never leave.” You tell the teacher and she nods her head, probably used to first time parents freaking out.

You gave the bag to the teacher and started to list off a few things that would help them with Amelia.

“We’ll take great care of Amelia.” She tells you guys and you practically have to drag Melissa out of there to get to work.

Melissa fidgets with her fingers for most of the drive to Abbott from the daycare. You end up playing a song from your Spotify playlist and turn it up and start singing the song.

“Oh Mickey you’re so fine, you’re so fine, you blow my mind, hey mickey!” You sung and Melissa looks at you while singing and smiles. It was one of the songs that you danced with her at your wedding and sung it while dancing. She starts laughing at you when you keep singing and start being crazy with it and you start dancing a little. “You take me by the heart when you take me by the hand.”

The song ended when you pulled up to the school and the next song lollipop by Mika started, you let it keep playing while you two walked in and you started dancing when you were inside. You eventually took her hands and started to get her to dance with you in the front entrance. You know whatever song will play next, you’ll just wing it. You’re trying to keep Melissa distracted (and yourself) as much as possible. Barb walked in the front doors while the next song started and the song that started playing was Ride by Sir Mix-A-Lot.

“I might get banned but I still like butts.” You say and shake your butt a bit and she laughed. You dance with her all the way to the break room and Barb laughs a bit as she watches you. “I wanna ride, Ride, Ride, can I ride Baby.” You say as you enter the break room and everyone turns to you. Ava smiles and starts rapping the song while you keep dancing with Melissa and Janine and Jacob join in and have a little dance party in the break room. When the song ends, Melissa hugs you, breathing a bit faster from dancing. You pause the music and then you guys go to sit down. “Thx for joining in you guys, literally no questions needed.” You joke with them and they laugh.

“Girl, when you play a song like that, I don’t need to ask questions.” Ava says and you laugh.

“Y/n is trying to distract me because apparently I was a little nervous this morning since Amelia started daycare.” Melissa says and you give her ‘really’ look. “What?”

“A little? Mel, you were having a full on meltdown.” You say and she scoffs.

“I was not.”

“You were.”

“Was not.”

“Were too.” You counter and Melissa pouts, she knows that you’ll just win the little argument in the end so might as well just fold now.

You both sit down and Melissa sighs. “Mia Amore?” She says and you look at her.

“Ya Mel?” You reply.

“I miss her and I’m scared.” She admits and she looks defeated.

You get up and go to stand behind her and give her a hug and she leans into your touch. “I know my love.” And you give her a kiss on the top of her head. You keep her comforted as much as possible until you all have to go to the gym to begin development week. “Look, I’ll be right across the hall from you, so if you need me, then come by whenever you need too.” You tell her as you both walk to the gym, hand in hand. She nods to you and you take a small breath of relief, you’re trying to keep it together yourself while also comforting your wife but you hope you don’t reach a breaking point that you feel is fast approaching. During the welcome back assembly, Mel is laying her head on your shoulder and you rub her arm.

After the assembly you give Melissa a small kiss on the lips and then remind her she can visit your classroom whenever she needs you. And she does, 30 minutes later she comes by with a knock on your door.

“Hey Mel, what’s up?” You tell her as you’re writing a ‘welcome back’ message on your boards.

“What would you be doing with Amelia around this time?” She asks you.

“Well let’s see, it's 10 o’clock, so feeding her. Then putting her down for her afternoon nap.” You tell her and you become upset at that. She would be in your arms or in her high chair, sipping on a bottle. During the summer, you switched her to bottle feeding and some liquid food except for right before bed when you’d breastfeed her. As upset as Melissa is, as soon as she sees the tears in your eyes, she’s immediately at your side, comforting you. “I’ve been trying so hard all morning to not break down and to comfort you but I miss her too.” You tell her and start crying in her arms.

“Amore, you don’t have to be strong for both of us. We could cry together.” She says and you laugh a bit at that.

“One of us has to be strong though or else we would have never brought her to daycare. I would have just taken another year off to stay at home with her.” You tell her.

“I guess you’re right there.” She tells you. “We danced to music this morning together, maybe we should do that again.” She offers and you look up at her at that. You give her your phone and she opens your Spotify, she’s scrolling through your songs until she sees the one she wants and clicks on it. You immediately recognize it, 9 to 5 by Dolly Parton. “Tumble out of bed and stumble to the kitchen.” She begins and leads you out to the front of the classroom near your desk. “The folks like me on the job from 9 to 5. Ready?” She asks and you nod. “Workin’ 9 to 5! What a way to make livin’! Barely gettin’ by, it’s all takin’ and no givin’!” She sings the chorus while dancing with you.

You sing the next chorus with her with a smile on your face. She spins you around a few times during the chorus and you do the same to her. When the next song comes on she immediately snaps twice after the first word. “Jitterbug” snaps twice and repeats two more times.

“You put the boom boom into my heart.” She starts singing and spins you. “Left me sleeping in my bed, I was dreaming but it should have been with you instead!”

“WAKE ME UP BEFORE YOU GO-GO! DON’T LEAVE ME HANGING ON LIKE A YO-YO!!” You both sing and dance. And little by little you both feel better.

After the song ends, you bring her in for a hug. You stay like for a minute before she parts back to her class, but not before she says to you, “You know if you need me, I’m right across the hall.” She tells you with a smile, remembering what you said to her earlier and you nod.

At lunchtime you head to the break room and see Melissa and Barb at their usual table. Difference is Melissa has her head on her arms that are on the table, and she keeps banging her head on her arms gently. You walk up and grab her forehead when she goes to bang it again and force her to look up.

“Hey Amore.” She says with puppy dog eyes and the best innocent smile she can do.

“Rough morning?” You ask and let go of her forehead and sit down. Melissa always used to bring your lunch out and it seems she resumed doing that.

“You already know the answer to that.” She says with a pout.

“It’s the first day, I’m sure it gets better.” You tell her and look at Barb for confirmation since she has a daughter.

“It does get better. I know why you’re upset Melissa. I know you’ve always wanted a child and you gave up on that when you thought it was too late and now that it’s real, you’re scared of losing her. But daycare is safe, the teachers there do it every year like we do. And y/n, I know you spent 8 months at home with her and now you’re separated from her. But after a little bit, you guys will begin to appreciate the time to yourselves.” Barb says to both of you.

“Barb is right Melissa.” You tell her and she looks at you. You both go to eat your lunches and then carry on the rest of the day.

After you guys can leave, Melissa pretty much drags you out and to the car. Again, you drive, afraid Melissa might take the street rules as suggestions. You get to the daycare and Melissa bolts out of the car before you even turn the car off. You have to run to catch up to her after turning the car off and getting out and locking the car.

You get inside and as soon as Melissa sees Amelia, she runs to her, picks her up and hugs her. “Hi my little Tesoro.” She tells her and pulls away to look at her face. Amelia looks at her and brings her right hand up and touches Melissa’s face and Melissa smiles at her daughter. You walk up to them after taking a picture of the moment and take Amelia from Melissa and hug her as well.

Melissa carries Amelia to the car with a big smile on her face while Amelia is babbling. Melissa is listening and pretending to understand every word she’s saying. They’re your two Mel’s and you love them both so much.

Melissa feeds her some puréed baby food for dinner and you two play with her the rest of the evening. While you breastfeed her before going to bed, you feel something in her mouth and it pokes you and hurts. “Ow!” You say and Melissa immediately comes to your side and asks you what’s wrong and you pull Amelia off your breast.

“I don’t know.” You say and you take a look in Amelia’s mouth and that’s when you see it. “Oh I see, look at that! She’s got her first tooth!” You exclaim and Melissa looks and has a big smile.

“OMG! Yes! I can start making her little portions of pasta and meatballs and-”

“Woah Melissa, slow down, it’s just one tooth and it’s not fully in yet. We can’t feed her solids yet until she has at least 2 bottoms and 2 top. And even then we still have to give her liquid food more than solids.” You tell her and she pouts. “When she gets more teeth then I can tell you when you can start introducing her to Italian foods.” You say to her and she nods.

“Ok, sorry, I got really excited.” She says to you.

“I know, I can tell. It’s alright, I know how you are with cooking for people you love.”

“Are you going to finish breastfeeding her tonight or are you going to give her a bottle?” She asks you.

“Well considering she’s halfway through, I’ll finish breastfeeding her tonight, especially if it might be the last. I knew she was teething a month ago but it still surprised me.” You tell her.

You both end up finishing the rest of the week with less anxiety than the first day.

A few months pass and it’s thanksgiving day and you have it at your place and Melissa’s and your family comes over. Melissa is holding Amelia while talking to a couple people before you all sit at the dinner table. Amelia puts a hand on Melissa’s mouth and Melissa looks at her daughter and gently bites her hand playfully and her daughter squeals and puts her hand back.

“Ah! Momma.” She says and Melissa freezes and looks at her. She’s already said it before but only saying randomly and not knowing what she’s saying. This is the first time she’s looking at one of you and saying it. Melissa let’s a tear fall and hugs her daughter before running to you.

“Y/N! Y/N!” She yells before finding you across the room.

You turn to look at her frantically running to you with Amelia. “What?” You ask.

“She just called me Momma!” She says and you give her a confused look. “Like she said it while looking at me! Not just randomly!” She says and you smile.

“Oh my god! Really?!?” You say and boop your daughter’s nose and she giggles.

“Mommy!” She says through giggles and you freeze and look at her.

“Did she just call me mommy?” You say and Melissa is frozen as well.

“Omg she knows who is who!” Melissa says.

6 weeks pass and before you know it, you’re celebrating her first birthday on January 5 and Melissa goes all out as it falls on a Saturday. She invites her family and yours and the Abbott crew over to the house. She also invites a few of the families that you got to know at the park to have a few babies that Amelia can play with.

Everyone shows up at noon as you’re trying to finish feeding Amelia some apple sauce, which is her favourite. You dressed Amelia up in a pretty pink dress (Melissa picked it out at the store) and put a little pink bow in her ginger curly hair.

Amelia got a lot of gifts from everyone and while you and Melissa were cleaning up all the wrapping paper, you both glance over at Amelia and see her do a few steps by herself before falling down and you gasp and put a hand over your mouth.

“Omg Amelia, you walked by yourself!” You shout and go and pick her up. “Oh my little baby is starting to walk by herself!” You say and Melissa ran over too since she saw it as well.

You have cake and Amelia manages to get half of it in her mouth and half on herself. After you finish cleaning her up, Melissa picks her up and goes to bring her to the living room when Amelia speaks.

“Momma love.” She says and Melissa looks at her and smiles.

“Yes I do love you Tesoro.” She says to her.

“No. Momma love.” She says again and you look at the interaction and see that Melissa is confused by what her daughter is telling her.

“I think she’s telling you that she loves you.” You tell her and Melissa looks at you then looks at her daughter shocked.

“Oohh Amelia! I love you too!” She tells her and plants kisses all over her little face and Amelia giggles.

After a couple more months, Amelia is beginning to walk more on her own, and speak more words. Not very many words though, she’s only able to speak a small amount of words and no more than 2-3 at a time.

It’s gotten easier for you guys to bring her to daycare and leave her there while you go to work. You both already know that you’re going to enroll her at Abbott in a few years for kindergarten.

Until then, you’re all happy right now with where you’re at and sometimes you pick Amelia up a little later while you and Melissa have a little alone time together before picking her up as you have until 5.

In middle of May, you’re in the bathroom and staring at the white stick in your hand with a positive sign on it. You look at the other two as they say the same thing. You’re pregnant. You walk out of the bathroom and go to where you’re almost 18 month old daughter and your wife is playing blocks together.

“Hey Melissa.” You tell her and she looks up at you. “Do you mind going into the bathroom to go get something on top of the cupboard for me?”

“Sure what do you need?” She tells you and gets up. You totally forgot what’s there, oh right bandaids.

“Just a bandaid, got a paper cut earlier.” You tell her and she goes into the bathroom where you conveniently left the 3 pregnancy tests out on the counter.

You see her go in and 3 seconds later you hear her scream and then her running out holding them.

“OMG! You’re pregnant?!?” She asks you and you nod with watery eyes as she hugs you tightly. She then goes and hugs your stomach and then kisses it. “Hey little one, I’m gonna be your momma.” She says to your stomach and you giggle. She then runs over to Amelia and picks her up and hugs her, before bringing her over to you and you do a hug with Amelia in the middle. “I’m so glad I got a 3 bedroom house.” Melissa says and you laugh.

“What if it’s twins?” You tell her and she freezes before looking at you and narrows her eyebrows at you in question and you just shrug.

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bad coughing fits again 😭 all this because she came for the holidays while sick and didn't bother trying to keep her sickness to herself

the past few days had seemed ok, i dont get why it's gotten back to this, it's so frustrating because i cant control it!!!!!

#morgane's talking alone #got a doc appointment tomorrow evening but what if he just tells me it's nothing 😭 #the bad fits are really inconvenient and truly do prevent me from doing anything #for like 5-10 minutes all i can do is cough and then try to recover/fix myself up #last september i already had these coughing fits and it usually meant at least once a day i couldn't work at all for 10min #(and then the whole floor at work got worried bc of the noise i was making lmao) #anyway i cant prove she really had a cold before coming to our home but she 'fell sick' less than 12 hours after arriving #(and then proceeded to sprawl everywhere and sit next to us like it's nothing and ugghh) #(she'll be sick at best for 4 days while if it's like last time i'll be sick for a month lmao)

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BodyWork || Bell #1

Jungkook x reader

friends to lovers

18+ (fluff, smut)

warnings: mentions and descriptions of violence, mentions and use of drugs and alcohol,

Jeon Jungkook is not the same 19-year-old boy you used to know. Fame has really matured him, in more ways than one.

“You already know how I like it baby”

You sit behind the desk of your dad's gym, playing a mobile game on your phone, waiting for the last person to leave before you can lock up. It was now dark outside, the entire sky was pitch black, not even a star in the sky. Your head jolts up at the sound of the male changing room door opening.

A tall, muscular man with jet-black hair and an arm covered in tattoos wearing a plain white t-shirt and black basketball shorts, emerges from the opening door.

He glances over at me behind the black-painted desk,

"Yo! Where's your dad?" he asks you, throwing a towel over his shoulder.

Jungkook is a famous boxer and has been for the past 5 years, and the gym that your dad owns just so happens to be where he trains. Your dad has owned this boxing gym for as long as you can remember and many professionals have trained here, but none for as long as Jungkook.

"Oh, he left already," You respond after realising you were probably looking at him for a bit longer than you should have, "Why?"

He casually walks over to the desk, leaning against it slightly to speak to you.

"He said he wanted to tell me something but, it obviously wasn't that important," Jungkook pauses before taking a sip from his bottle that rested in his right hand.

Your dad has always been the type to never wait around for anyone. He will do what he wants in his own time, without thinking of others most of the time. That's not to say he's selfish or anything but he can be quite... let's just say... assertive sometimes.

"How's training?" you place your phone down on the desk, placing your elbows on the platform with your chin in your left hand, looking up at Jungkook's muscular frame.

He scoffs, standing up straight to face you properly, he spans his arms out to his sides, with a cocky smirk on his face,

"I'm gonna win, so easily"

You roll my eyes and smile at his painfully obvious act. Despite his skills and how he hasn't lost a single match in the past 3 years, Jungkook is one of the humblest people you know. You both have known each other for 8 years and even though he's 26 now and is known pretty much all over the world, he hasn't changed at all.

He laughs at your response before getting closer to the desk again.

"You need help locking up again?"

"Nah, I should be fine," You reply, swivelling around in the black leather barstool, jumping down and pulling the keys from your pocket, proceeding to lock the cash register up.

"You got a lift home?" The black-haired man asks watching you as you walk from behind the desk and towards the changing room doors.

"I'm taking the bus home,"

"The bus? Why didn't you ask me to take you home?"

You turn your head to him behind you, flashing him a small smile.

"I didn't want to bother you, Kook, you've already worked hard today," you answer honestly, looking at Jungkook as you walk up the stairs. He follows behind.

"Oh come on. I've told you before to ask me if you need a lift home, buses aren't safe at night," He raises his voice a little so you can still hear him, "I'm driving you home."

You stop what your doing before looking at him with a disappointed look.

"Jungkook, I'll be fine-"

"No, I am driving you home," He cuts you off, crossing his arms across his chest. He goes silent for a bit as you don't respond to him before he breaks it again with a declaring tone, "I'm going to my car, if I don't see you in the passenger seat next to me in five minutes I'm dragging you out of here."

His voice fades as he begins making his way back down the stairs. You shake your head with a smile, knowing that you can't say no to JK.

After a few minutes, you make your way out of the gym, locking the doors behind you and pulling the shutters down afterwards. Before you turn around, you hear the sound of a car pulling up behind you. Of course, when you turn around it's a black Mercedes, that had Jungkook sitting behind the steering wheel. you open the passenger door seating yourself next to him, in which he sets off a few seconds later.

Once he parks up outside your apartment complex you turn to Jungkook,

"Thank you again, kook, but like I said, you don't have to be my taxi driver all the time. Someone might see you"

Jungkook shrugs back, his tattooed arm leaning against the steering wheel, "So what if someone sees me? It's not like you're in here giving me a blowjob or something"

You slap him on the arm with the back of your hand, giving him a disapproving look. He laughs back casually as these types of crude jokes are common coming from him.

"I'll walk you in," Jungkook says as he swings his car door open before you are doing the same.

Making your way up the stairs Jungkook remains behind you the entire time, looking up through the hole that the stacked up stairs, all leading to different floors, created.

Reaching your apartment door, you pull your keys out from your pocket, rattling them in your door, as Jungkook watches over you from behind.

"You coming in?" you ask looking up at him from behind innocently.

"Aw nah, not today y/n. It's late and I gotta be up early again tomorrow for training," He gives you a guilty look, glancing into your apartment, "I promise I'll be over soon though"

You give him a sad smile, remembering how much time he used to spend at your place with you. Because of his big fight in 2 months, he's been busy since the beginning of the year and hasn't spent as much time with you as you had liked, but you're not mad. You understand how tiring training can be, plus it's not like you two don't hang out at all anymore, you still make time for each other when it's possible.

"Alright, I'll see you tomorrow then?" You respond, walking into your apartment and facing him again.

"Goodnight y/n"

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Authors note:

hiii, I hope you all liked this chapter. I know not a lot has happened but I promise it'll get better from here. This was just a little introduction to y/n and Jungkook's relationship and lore explaining. I'm so excited for this new fic so I hope you're all just as excited as I am. Please look out for when new chapters come out!!!

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[unforgettwble-sumii]

SOFT SPOT

[Wednesday Addams x Fem!reader oneshot]

> characters are already in a established relationship, Wednesday lowkey having a soft spot for the reader <33 and ofcourse, characters are aged up.

> Wednesday has been known for showing sadistic tendencies and a dark personality. However, to you she shows another side that other people didn't even know she had.

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"Wednesdayyyyyyyyy, c'mon plsssss" you whined, tugging on her black and white knitted sweater.

"For the last time mi amor, I am not gonna cuddle with you, let alone let you sleep on me." She said as she typed on her typewriter. Mentally rolling her eyes.

You're lucky she loves you, otherwise she would've chopped your fingers off the moment you started tugging on her sweater.

"why notttttt? Don't you love me anymoreeee?" You dramatically asked as you wiped your fake tears away.

"You know that I spend at least an hour devoting to my novel." Wednesday said, eyes still glued on the typewriter infront of her.

She typed quietly and the clicking noise that the typewriter made was calming.

She looked so pretty when she was focused. Ofcourse she looked pretty all the time, but there's something much more when she's focused. She looked really attractive.

"And I didn't say that I don't love you anymore, Cariño." She added. Her cheeks were (very) lightly coated with blush as she said that.

"Then plsssss cuddle with meeeee, I'm really sleepy :(" you said. Your lips forming a little pout.

Wednesday glanced at you, 'Adorable. so adorable that it's actually pathetic.' she thought, still having a deadpanned expression.

"I'm almost done. Just wait a little longer, querida." She said looking at you. Eyes scanning over your face, watching your expression falter.

"but- but- wednesdayyyyy you said that 30 minutes agoooo?!!!" You whined once more as your mouth formed an even bigger pout.

"You didn't have a problem with waiting awhile ago, why throw a fit now?" Wednesday said, shooting you a glare.

"becauseeeee, I didn't feel tired thennn" you said grabbing on to the side of the chair that she was sitting on.

Yes, you were acting a little much like a toddler but at this point you were getting frustrated. All you wanted was to cuddle, was that too much to ask?

"You're capable of sleeping on your own. You don't need to have me beside you to sleep." she said, Her eyes boring holes into your soul.

"If you're really that tired you're welcome to sleep on my bed. But it won't be comfortable though. So don't blame me if you wake up with a stiff neck." She turned to her typewriter to continue her unfinished novel.

You sighed. "welp, it was worth a shot...." You said. Your shoulders dropped a little.

You stood up, head still facing the ground. Your eyes unexpectedly started to form tears. Real tears.

You went ahead and wiped some of your tears as you tried to stifle yourself from crying. 'why am I even crying? I'm acting like such a big baby.' you thought, eyes proceeding to create more tears.

Wednesday turned around to see what you were doing since you had stopped whining and begging.

Wednesday's eyes widened a little. She didn't expect you to cry.

'shit.' She thought. She didn't mean to make you cry. She thought of a way to try and make you stop crying.

"Fine." she said.

"huh?" You said glancing her way. Hurriedly wiping wiping your tears away (or at least trying to) "Wednesday what do you mean?"

"I'll cuddle with you. I'll even let you sleep on me." She said as she sighed. Her cheeks were coated with blush, but unlike last time, the blush was actually a little more visible.

"Really?!!!?" You excitedly exclaimed.

"Yes. Now, stop crying before I change my mind." she visibly rolled her eyes.

Wednesday borrowed some of Enid's pillows. 'She won't mind.' she thought, before putting them on her own bed.

5 minutes later and you're already soundly asleep in the arms of your one and only love, Wednesday Addams.

Wednesday glanced at you, making sure that you were actually asleep. '.... You're lucky that I have a soft spot for you.' she thought, lips curling up a little to form a small smile.

She gently kissed the top of your head and hugged you closer. "Sleep well, mi amor." She whispered before she herself slowly dozed off to sleep.

a/n:

I deeply apologize if there are any spelling mistakes. I know I haven't posted for literally a long time, I am really sorry.

Oh, and I'm sorry if the oneshot doesn't make sense ༎ຶ⁠‿⁠༎ຶ

I'll try even harder to post even more oneshots/imagines. :')

That's all, Thankyou <33

©unforgettwble-sumii's work. Pls do not repost, steal modify, or translate.

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[flowershines]

Little helper

requests: open

Business owner Mike Schmidt x gf reader

warnings: oral (m receiving), public, almost caught, deepthroating

Walking into the familiar house that you have been in way too often you took off your shoes and walked over to your boyfriends bedroom just when you were interrupted mid thought to him quickly running in the kitchen to grab his tie.

He had placed it there to make breakfast for Abby, had forgotten about it as he was in a rush to quickly finish getting ready and still had enough time to drop Abby off at school.

Mike grabbed his tie, putting it on, “Hey baby sorry I'm in a rush right now. I wish that I could hangout with you today but I have papers and a conference later, my schedule is packed.”

He quickly scurried off into his room to finish getting himself ready.

“Mike, I'm going to be late, hurry up.” Abby exclaimed, getting more impatient while waiting around for him to finish.

He peeked his head out of his room and told her ‘a couple more minutes’

“That's what you said 5 minutes ago.”

“Abby please”

You walked into his bedroom and kissed him on the cheek to let him know you were there along with telling him that you could just drive Abby so that way he can finish getting ready, taking his time as well.

“Really? Thank you so much, I owe you.”

Letting Abby know that you would be taking her, you grabbed your car keys that were on the table, opening your car door for her while making sure that she had her seatbelt on.

Getting in your car then driving her.

-Time Skip-

Parking your car in their driveway and exiting your car you locked it then headed in, Mike was still panicking trying to get ready in a hurry.

You wanted to help him as you felt bad that he was in such a panic but there was nothing really you could do.

Putting on the tv you turned it to your favorite channel that they played, not even 2 minutes later Mike had walked out of his room dressed up for work holding his bag while trying to sort the papers.

“How long will you be gone for?”

“I have no idea.” He replied hearing the sadness in his voice

You both haven't had any time to yourselves, it was him taking care of Abby (which you never minded) but along with that he was also busy with work and so were you leaving the only time for you to hang out was on the weekends.

“Can I come with you?”

He looked up from the papers, “You would be doing nothing.”

“Knowing you, your desk and room is more than likely unorganized so I can organize it for you and I could help you out with your work.”

He let out a sigh, you knew you got your way.

You thanked him 1,000 times and grabbed his keys starting to head out the door then hopping in the passenger's seat of his car once you got there.

“My keys?!” He says sarcastically almost like when a kid gets their candy taken away from them.

He then got in the car and placed his bag in the backseat on the drive there. You both caught up with each other of the new things that happened recently.

Arriving at his work you followed behind him to his work space, you were right he had been too busy to clean up his desk.

Papers all over his desk, some of his drawers were overflowing with papers and other things.

Gawdropped as you saw the mess you swiftly shutted your mouth as you saw that Mike was already looking at you, “It's not that bad.” You said quietly and laughed awkwardly after.

“Mhmm” was all he said, rolling his eyes as he already saw your initial reaction.

Immediately going to the area that had the most papers in one spot you sorted them into 4 piles: Important, Not important, Unknown, and Trash.

You checked with Mike before you threw away the trashed papers in the garbage, sitting on the ground facing away from him, you got his binder and put all the important papers in there then proceeded to do that with the Not important and the Unknown papers.

1:43pm

He groaned, bringing you out of your thoughts while cleaning and turning around to see what was wrong. He faced you and said “I have my conference with my co-worker at 2.”

Searching around for the clock you noticed why he was now talking about the conference as it was in less than health and hour.

“Do I leave?”

“No but maybe just stay behind me, so he doesn't see you because then he might think it’s okay to bring people in to help as well.”

Nodding and returning to sorting the papers, you got up from sitting on the ground and grabbed the stack of papers on his desk and placed them behind his chair so that way when his co-worker comes you have something to do and not just listen to the boring conversation.

Soon enough you both hear a knock at the door he turned to you signaling that you should go into hiding, doing so you crawled to behind his chair and sat down before sorting the papers into the piles once again.

“Come in.” He says allowing his co-worker to come in, he took the seat before Mike, minding your business you started rearranging the important papers.

Just when the rolls of Mike's chair hit you on the foot, turning around, you noticed how his co-worker was mentioning how he needed to get a paper out of the drawer which was at an angle where he would be able to see you.

You got what Mike was trying to do, slowly you crawled to near Mikes desk and you saw his co-worker stand up and go towards the drawer he was talking about,

He walked over to Mike slowly making Mike grab you by the shirt softly and pull you under his desk then scooting in so that way he wouldn’t be able to see you.

Getting settled in right in front of Mike you were facing his pants when you smirked to yourself and got the idea.

Inching towards him you run your fingers along the outline of his soft dick which made him cough trying to cover up a moan as it was very unexpected.

He playfully kicked your knee as a way to tell you to quit it but ignoring him you continued to tease him he started to squirm more.

His co- worker gave him a weird look then sat back down in his seat.

As Mike continues to talk about the work with his co-worker you take this time to unzip his pants so the sound of it won’t be heard.

Pulling them down you saw a grey spot on his underwear running your finger across it he readjusted in his seat.

Pulling his underwear down his cock twitches from the coldness of the air and the lack of touch making you need him more just by seeing how desperate he was.

Giving his tip small licks his breathing became more airy and he started to talk less, the unfamiliar voice talked more.

Holding his dick just looking at it the veins looked like they were about to burst and his tip was red and very sensitive.

He was really desperate for you.

Putting the tip of his dick in your mouth you heard him gasp then his co-worker as what was wrong which he replied “oh I just stubbed my toe.

Sucking lightly but also making sure to go as far down as you can made you struggle to take his length for a bit but you got used to it the longer you did it.

Mikes hand started to play with your hair, he tried his best to make a ponytail with one of his hands but failed.

Speeding up his hips started to thrust up into your mouth, small noises of his chair were heard but his co-worker was to busy to talk to even notice.

His hand started to grip your hair harder than before, he pushed your head down all the way down to his pelvis.

Not wanting to gag loudly you slowly moved to the tip of of his length.

His breathing was multiple seconds apart, he was holding his breath in so they didn’t sound weird to his co-worker.

His foot kicked your knee once again, you figured it was his way of saying that he was close.

Just then the meeting was over and his co- worker left shutting the door behind him.

He was close, you felt his dick start to twitch in your mouth.

Grabbing both sides of your head, pushing your head down all the way down his length again this time you feel his cum hit the back of your throat.

He had gotten a paper towel from his desk and placed it under your mouth telling you to spit.

You swallowed.

As you swallowed then showed him that you did by hanging your tongue out of your mouth his cock twitched.

He put his dick away not wanting to get hard again by your actions.

He kissed your cheek as he pulled you out his lap give you a hug then resting like that or the rest of his shift which ended in like 20 minutes.

Time flies when you suck off your boyfriend.

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[nytb]

The code

Click here first <3

An outburst has to end at some point. What Alexia didn't account for was Y/N's reaction, the boxer sure had more than looks going for her.

After minutes of pacing around, inspecting Y/N's apartment, the midfielder chose to sit on a cloud-like couch and wait for the boxer to return to her vicinity.

"There you are" she stood up so fast, anger in her step "I don't know what you thought you were going to achieve with kidnapping me but-"

Y/N stared into the midfielder's eyes and cut her off mid ramble "No" she stated, turning her back to Alexia and headed to the open plan kitchen.

The midfielder was fast on her feet and followed close behind "No what?!" she exclaimed only to have her back against a cold brick pillar.

"You will not raise your voice at me" Y/N stated "And we are not having that argument right now" she glanced down at the midfielder's lips, fighting the urge to teach Alexia a lesson.

The boxer always had had great control over herself, but this specific Spaniard was warping the lines.

Y/N turned on her feet and proceeded to the kitchen, leaving Alexia dumbfounded.

The boxer started to whip a quick french omelette, accompanied by the Catalan's favourite savoury tradition "pa amb tomaquet".

Serving a plateful to Alexia "Eat" Y/N demanded, pointing to the barstool behind the kitchen island.

"You're not going to sit down?" the midfielder asked.

"And get near you only for you to have another outburst? No thank you" Y/N scoffed "Now eat"

It didn't take long until both plates were empty, wondering eyes started to reappear.

"No dessert?" Alexia questioned pointing at the fridge.

"There should be something sweet in there" Y/N stated before she made her way to the living room, she rearranged the pillows that the midfielder had disorganised previously.

"Feel right at home, there's a guest room through that corridor, a private bathroom adjacent to it."

"And where are you going?" Alexia asked puzzled.

"My room" the boxer stated bluntly but as she started to turn around the Spaniard pounced.

"You did not force me into your apartment to have me sleep in a guest bedroom" she stated "Nuh huh"

Y/N laughed under her breath.

"Look closely, the elevator and garage allow anyone to get out if they wish to do so" Y/N stated "You're still here because you want to be" and before leaving she let a small offer on the table "Tomorrow morning, if you're still here, we can have that talk"

"I want more than a talk" Alexia stated but her words fell on deaf ears.

Sure enough, the midfielder investigated Y/N's claim. She called for the elevator, hopped in and investigated the buttons.

Just as the boxer had previously stated, the elevator had a button for the main floor; an exit, but also for a restaurant, a gym and the parking garage.

That surely meant that there was a way out, so Alexia investigated it.

As she arrived to the restaurant, a butler appeared "What can I do for you miss Putellas?" he kindly asked.

"How do you know my name?" the midfielder asked, she sure as hell didn't recognise the man.

"Miss Y/L/N warned us that you might appear, we were instructed to do as you wish, that required us knowing your name" the man replied, his voice calm and soothing.

"Us? What do you mean us?"

"The restaurant has a private kitchen, fully staffed to accommodate your requests, the garage has an on call chauffeur that will take you anywhere you wish." the butler started to explain "I almost forgot, the gym has a masseuse, a private instructor and a physio at your disposal" he finished.

Alexia's face painted the full picture. The woman had never been caught with her guard so far down, dumbfounded at the situation she gave in.

"So if I ask for a 5 course meal right now you guys will just whip it up?" she questioned.

"Yes, that was what we were instructed to do, miss"

"Interesting" Alexia inspected the restaurant, the butler followed close behind.

"The private restaurant is through those doors" he pointed to massive wooden doors that lead to the corner of the room.

"That won't be needed" she replied, entering the private kitchen she had just heard about.

Everyone turned around, three kitchen aids, what looked like a sous chef and a chef stepped forward.

"Good evening miss Putellas" the chef introduced himself "My name is Gerard and I will be your chef tonight" he pointed to his staff "We should be able to make anything you wish to eat"

"Thank you, but it won't be needed" she stated "You guys can go home"

Nobody moved an inch. Their faces were still, nobody talked.

"You heard me right?" she asked "I don't need anything, you guys can go enjoy your evening"

Still nobody moved "With all due respect miss Putellas, but we will do what miss Y/L/N instructs us to do" the chef stated.

"Fine, have a good night" she stated, turning her feet towards the elevator "I'm off" and off she went.

The butler accompanied her to the elevator, pressed the code in and wished her a good evening.

Alexia was quick to press the garage, wanting to check out the "you can leave when you wish" claim.

How had she even missed a button literally engraved with the word exit was beyond her, but she did.

Now alone in the private garage, she inspected every car, all unlocked. She stepped into almost all three cars before getting bored.

The cars were top of the line, an Audi TT tuned to perfection, a Range Rover that cost more than Alexia's apartment and the Rolls Royce she had been transported in previously.

The bike was nothing to burst about, a simple black but respect inducing bike parked right next to the elevator.

Alexia wanted to return back to the penthouse, or at least inspect the gym before doing so- what was stopping her? The code she had to put in for the elevator to open.

"Oh isn't this just great" she scoffed "Stuck in a garage with no cell service" she punched different codes in.

"7009" was the closest she got before the alarm started to ring, red flashing lights turned on and the lights illuminating the garage dimmed down.

"Fuck fuck fuck" she exclaimed hitting the pad, trying to stop the alarm.

Suddenly the red flashing lights stopped, the lights retuned to normal and the alarm no longer decorated the silence of the garage.

The light above the elevator turned on, indicating that someone was on their way down.

Sure enough Y/N's eyes locked on Alexia as the doors slid open.

"I'm sorry" she mumbled "I forgot the code"

"Come in" Y/N stated, not acknowledging Alexia's predicament, the boxer pressed the penthouse button.

The time felt like it was barely going by before the midfielder suddenly pressed a button, making the elevator stop.

"Sorry, I assumed incorrectly" Y/N stated as her hand hovered over the lobby button, a defeated look on her face.

Alexia was quick to grab the boxer's wrist, preventing her from pressing the button that would end their night short.

"It's midnight" she stated, looking at the boxer with lust in her eyes.

Y/N looked puzzled, not understanding what Alexia meant.

"You said that if I was still here today, in the morning we would talk" she stated.

"Alexia, this isn't what anybody calls 'the morning'" Y/N stated.

The midfielder was feeling bold as Y/N's demeanour had changed, no longer the authoritarian ordering her around.

"We can talk later, but I'm here now" she stated leading the boxer's hand to her hip, closing the gap that Y/N had built between them.

The boxer closed her eyes "Stop" she stated, looking like she was losing a fight within. A fight to regain control over herself.

Alexia realised what was happening, she was so close from getting what she wanted and she sure was determined to do so.

"What happens if I don't" she whispered on Y/N's lips, knowing that this would break whatever self restraint the boxer still had.

"Stop" Y/N stated again, this time with her eyes open, staring into Alexia's.

"No" the midfielder whispered again, gracing her hand along the boxer's abs and up to her neck, pulling her closer.

That's when Y/N broke, roughly grabbing Alexia's neck and devouring her lips, not stopping for air. Alexia's back firmly pressed against the elevator's walls.

Without the midfielder's knowledge, Y/N had gotten the elevator to start again, leading them back to the penthouse.

As the doors opened Y/N grabbed Alexia's hips and picked her up off the ground, groaning into her mouth.

She leaded them to the guest bedroom, throwing her onto the bed.

"Stay" Y/N demanded and without waiting for Alexia's response she left the room, ultimately leaving Alexia alone with her thoughts for the rest of the night.

Alexia stayed on the bed, her hands travelling to her head as she pondered what just had happened, pure lust over her body.

The midfielder hadn't even tried to run after Y/N, the boxer hadn't broken her word so why would she do it now?

Ultimately, Alexia knew that she would get what she wanted.

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[itaerae]

no kisses, hyung — k. gyuvin

pairing: bf!gyuvin x reader

synopsis: babysitting gyuvin’s younger brother was always a task you adored, but sometimes he doesn’t want to share his babysitter. so what happens when your boyfriend just wants a kiss ?

word count: 0.6k

warnings: none ! (not proofread)

authors notes: sorry i took so long to post this, i was so tired i took a phat nap and forgot to post it 😿 but anyway, happy reading loves ! ⟡

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“(name) !” you heard a little child’s squeal coming toward you as you entered the apartment of your lovely boyfriend. in a matter of seconds, the padded footsteps got louder and a chubby toddler appeared in front of your feet. you picked him up almost instantly.

“hey little man !” you cooed, twirling him around in your arms, enjoying the sound of laughter radiating from the small toddler. you hadn’t even noticed the presence of your boyfriend, who was watching you play around with his younger brother with a big grin.

“hey, your lovely, wonderful, gorgeous boyfriend is here too, you know ?” he popped up from behind, wriggling his eyebrows, emitting a giggle from the little one who was now rested on your hip.

“oh sorry i forgot.” you chuckled, earning an annoyed expression from gyuvin.

“haha, very funny (name). now c’mere and give me a kiss, i’ve been waiting dor you all day !” just before he could lean in and peck your lips, a chubby hand came in between the both of you. confused, you both looked up to see the toddler crossing his arms with a pout on his lips.

“no kisses, hyung ! (name) is my babysitter !” he whined, giving an angry expression at his older brother. you bursted into a laughing fit when you saw the face gyuvin was now sporting. gyuvin raised his eyebrows.

“but i’m dating (name), i’m allowed to kiss them.” he stuck out his tongue to tease the younger. you shook your head.

“nuh uh, technically i was your brother’s babysitter first !’” he shot you a look of offense and betrayal.

“you’re joking.” gyuvin sneered. his brother giggled and high-fived you.

“gyuvin-ah, you wanna help us make cookies ?” you yelled over to where your boyfriend was sitting on the couch. he pretended to ponder.

“hm, depends. will i receive love and affection?” he asked, now standing in the doorway, crossing his arms.

“i don’t see why not. so you can start by getting the bowls from the top cabinet because i can’t reach !” he stifled a laugh making you sneer at him.

“anything for my shortie, but can i get a kiss now ?” he asked, bending down to reach for your face. before you could answer, a hand was now tugging the hem of your pant leg.

“no kisses, hyung ! let’s make the cookies now (name) !” his younger brother dragged you away to the other side of the kitchen before gyuvin had the time to react.

he grumbled something under his breath, side eyeing the child while passing you the bowl that you needed. you just giggled at his brothers antics, looks like he didn’t feel like sharing today.

“okay little bro, go wash your hands now. the cookies will be done in a few, make sure you wash them for at least 5 minutes !” gyuvin snickered at his evil little plan.

“okay hyung !” the unsuspecting toddler proceeded to skip his his way to the bathroom.

you chuckled and rolled your eyes, “what a low blow, gyuvin-ah.” he pouted in return, but quickly replaced it with a grin.

“well, now that he’s gone, i can finally have you all to myself !” he laughed evilly. and for the third time today, he leaned again.

only to be interrupted by the scolding of the child from down the hall. “gyuvin hyung i can still see you, get away from (name) !”

“awh come on !” gyuvin complained, throwing his hands in defeat. you giggled.

“looks like no kisses for you today, mister.”

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[veniaz]

lock the gyms fr

suki💞: i’m coming over i got something to show you

yn: omg did u get me a puppy

suki💞: youre ridiculous

yn: u love me

suki💞: i do

suki💞: okay i’m almost there

minutes later you're opening your door to see katsuki, blond hair a little messy, wearing a tight black compression shirt that totally does not make you insane. the shirt hugs his muscles so well that it's so hard not to gawk when he stands in front of you like this.

"hi baby" you say, eyes gleaming at him.

"hey" he presses a kiss to your lips before making his way into your room.

you follow him, almost like a lost puppy. it's stupid how he can make you feel this way.

he notices that you're behind him--so he quickly fixes where you're standing. gently putting his hands on your shoulders and sitting you down on your bed in front of him.

"look at me" he commands

you're looking at him--and it's embarrassing how your eyes light up at the sight of him. he thinks this is the prettiest sight he's ever seen. he loves seeing you look at him, looking at him full of love, and he can only reciprocate that back.

he flexes his arms. he flexes one arm, the shirt so tightly containing his strength. he makes sure you are looking at him. then he flexes his other one. he's stiff, not even moving an inch as he shows off his power to you.

"im surprised they haven't kicked you out of the gym yet" you smile at him. it's really hard to hide your blush.

"so you think i'm strong?"

"well of course, look at you" making a note, casually pointing to his burliness.

"stand up for me"

you've never stood up faster!

katsuki bends down to scoop your knees into his arms

"wh-what are you doing!?" you're suddenly in the air, being held bridal style.

"relax" his voice is quiet, he's so gentle, "i'm not gonna drop you. ever."

"are you doing what i think you're do-" he cuts you off by lowering your body down to the ground--and then up again. all he can do is smile.

"are you seriously curling me right now?" you frown

he continues to do this, that cocky smile never leaving his face.

katsuki mumbles while counting how many times he can curl you.

"you're light as a feather, babe" he adds, "light work for me"

you roll your eyes at him, pathetic, honestly.

you can't stop staring him. his brows are furrowed and he's biting his tongue a little. he's so focused. the way he's keeping you up in the air. your safety is his number one priority.

"are you done yet?" it's your thirty-fourth time lowered down. he can't seem to stop.

"nope. not til i reach a hundred" he's grinning so much and he's barely broken a sweat.

you're enjoying this, really. his strength makes you fold instantly--and the fact he can hold you for so long is... so very hot.

"you plan on doing this all the time?" asking him with a teasing tone. "you've been staring at me so much im convinced you're going to start drooling" his arms haven't given out yet, "of course i'm doing this all the time."

he continued this for another 5 minutes. doing another set. then proceeding to make you sit on his back while he does pushups. lock the gyms fr.

— ♡

is it obvious idk how to write strong ppl. or gym terms. or the fact that people are in love with each other. i'm a whore for strong bakugo. like sorry but i need him and his muscles so bad they need to send me away to hell. gym obsessed bakugo my love.

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[bloatedandalone04]

Bets & Bargains - Part 5

Series Masterlist

➪in which bradley finds something out about you that has him barely in control of himself, and he decides he needs to test something out before going forward with you.

PSA: strongly suggested to read the warnings before proceeding.

WC; 4k | Do not repost this anywhere, reblogs are fine ♡

You were still reeling from the kiss you had with Bradley, even well into the next day.

Kissing his cheek was one thing, but feeling his lips against yours was something else entirely. You wanted more. 

You didn’t get the chance to see him after class yesterday since your schedules were so different, but you didn’t mind since you two had been texting nonstop. 

The texts you shared with Bradley were a nice refresher to the last few messages you shared with Luke, especially that last one he sent you that you didn’t even bother replying to. If he thought that the four years you were together were a waste of his time, then you wouldn’t give him another minute of yours by texting him back. 

Your phone went off as you were walking to the gym that was a few blocks away from the campus, and you sipped on your coffee as you read Bradley’s latest text. 

Fratley: It’s been over twenty four hours since I last saw you. Can we do something today? Pretty please?

You laugh and text him back with one hand as you reach the gym and use your key card to unlock the door to the room you rented for an hour. 

I can’t right now, I’m teaching a yoga class in a few minutes. After?

Bradley read your text but instead of replying to it, he called you. “Why am I just now finding out that you teach a yoga class?” He asked as soon as you accepted the call. 

You laugh and set your bag and mat down onto the floor. “Hello to you, too,”

“Hi. Why am I just now finding out that you teach a yoga class?” He repeats his question, making you laugh loudly as you sit down next to your bag. 

“I don’t know,” you answer and look at your reflection in the mirror that was along the wall across the room. “It never came up, I guess.”

“Fuck,” he cursed and you laugh again, stretching your legs out in front of you and beginning your warmup while on the phone with him. “I should’ve asked you more about yourself. I had no idea you taught a yoga class. That’s so hot.”

Rolling your eyes, you put your phone on speaker and set it down on the floor next to you before reaching forward with both arms and stretching out your back. “It’s really not,” you brush off his words. “It just keeps me busy when I’m not in class. I only do it once a week, though.” 

Bradley mutters something you can’t quite hear before he sighs. “You’re teasing me, aren’t you?” He asks and you snort as you sit back up straight. “First you kiss me, and now you’re telling me you do yoga.”

“You liked that, huh?” You murmur and lean off to the side, opening up your ribcage to get it ready for the positions you would be doing once everyone got here. 

“Liked it? Are you seriously asking me that right now?” He asked in disbelief. “You should let me come to this class.”

“No,” you immediately answer, sitting up again and picking up your phone. “Not a chance.”

“See, I knew you were teasing me,” he muttered. “Please? I’ll be good, promise.”

You scoff. “You’d just be a distraction,” you say. “I can’t focus on anyone else when there’s a stupidly hot guy in the room.”

You could practically hear the smirk in his voice as he said, “So I distract you, too,” then he added, “That’s what you get for kissing me then bailing right after.”

“I did not bail,” you defend yourself with a stupid smile on your face. “I had class to get ready for, and I’m pretty sure you did, too.”

“Alright, alright, fair enough,” he murmured and you gave up on your warmup, instead you sat against the wall with your knees against your chest. “Still can’t believe you’re blowing me off to teach yoga. I’d be mad if I didn’t find it so hot.”

“I’m not blowing you off, I said we could hang out after,” you remind him just as the first few people came through the door. “Speaking of; I gotta go.”

Bradley hummed, “Okay. Can I pick you up after? We can get pizza or something,”

You hadn’t actually eaten much today since you would be wearing tight fitting clothing and didn’t want to look bloated, so pizza actually sounded really good right now. “You know the way to my heart,” you tease and he laughs that deep laugh that had you pressing your thighs together. “Sounds perfect.”

“Great, you should send me the address now so I can be prepared, you know?” He trailed off and you rolled your eyes again. 

“You’re not watching me do yoga,” 

“Fine,” he huffed, making you grin. “I’ll see you later, babes.”

There was that name again. You thought he called you it by accident yesterday, but here he is saying it again and making you feel all flustered right before you were about to teach a class. “Okay,” you agreed in a whisper, hanging up after before you could say anything embarrassing.

-

Bradley couldn’t believe how turned on he got when you told him that you taught a yoga class every week.

It was yoga, for fucks sake, why did he find the image of you doing it so attractive? Then he remembered that he’s found literally everything you’ve done since he met you attractive, then it started to make sense. 

An hour or so passed since his call with you, and then you sent him the location of a gym that was a fair distance from campus. He had a feeling you walked there, and were probably planning on walking back if he didn’t offer to go get you, even though it was nearing seven thirty at night and it was getting darker by the second. 

He wasn’t very fond of the idea of you walking around all the time by yourself, even if the areas surrounding the campus were relatively safe. He knew he shouldn’t be this protective over you so soon, but he couldn’t help it. His mom raised him right in that sense.

Bradley stopped for pizza on the way to pick you up, and he made sure the seat warmer was on since he knew you liked being scorching hot while in the car for some reason. 

He was waiting for only a couple minutes before you exited the gym, and you looked insanely sexy for someone who just finished teaching a class. Your black leggings and tight tank top was really doing something to him, and Bradley had to quickly adjust himself in his jeans just as you opened the car door and got in. “Hi,” you greet and drop your bag onto the floor. 

“Hey,” he managed to say back before gesturing to the pizza on the backseat. “I didn’t know what you liked, so I got pepperoni to be safe.”

“That’s fine, thank you,” you smile and put on your seatbelt as he starts driving again. “Sorry, I look kinda bad right now. If I had known we were hanging out after, I would’ve brought a change of clothes.”

Bradley wanted to laugh, then he realized you were being serious. “You don’t look bad,” he scoffed and turned onto the street that leads out of town and back to campus. “You look as hot as I thought you would. Maybe even more.”

“You’re full of it,” you repeat what you told him the last time you were in his living room, and it once again had him laughing quietly to himself. “You remembered to put the seat warmer on.”

He glanced over at you with a raised brow. “Yeah, you’re the only person I know that puts that shit on when it’s still summer,” 

You laugh, covering your mouth as you did so and he couldn’t stop himself from calling you out on it this time. 

“Why do you do that?”

You look over at him with confusion on your face, “Do what?”

“You cover your mouth when you laugh,” he said, then lightened the mood by adding, “You don’t have anything in your teeth, I promise.”

“Oh, my God,” you cover your whole face this time as you groan, and he cackles. “Thanks for that, I know. I don’t know why I cover my mouth, I guess I just don’t like the way I look when I laugh. That’s all.”

That was by far the craziest thing Bradley has heard all day. He saw you laugh at the party, and even though he was drunk, he still remembered how pretty he thought you were, and it only intensified when he made you laugh the other night at Five Guys. You were carefree that night, but now you were restricting yourself around him, and he didn’t like it. It felt like you were going backwards, and he was more than prepared to go forward with you. 

“I think you look pretty when you laugh,” he said and thought it would make things feel like a cheesy moment in those romcoms he forced himself to watch with Bri, but it didn’t. It felt normal. “You don’t have to pretend with me, you know. I like how natural it’s been between us since we met.”

You lean back in your seat and look over at him in a way that makes him want to pull over and kiss you again. “I like it, too,” you confess quietly.

The rest of the car ride passed by quickly and comfortably, and soon enough Bradley had you sitting on his lap at the small table in the kitchen he barely used. He kicked out the chair next to his for you to sit on, but you surprised him by draping your legs over his and pressing your side against his front. 

He wasn’t complaining a single bit as he casually wrapped his arm around your middle while you both ate. “So, do I get to have a private one on one now that there’s no one here for me to distract you from?” 

You blushed and shook your head as you bit into the crust. “Absolutely not,” 

Bradley whined. He actually whined as he said, “You keep teasing me,”

“I’m not,” you laughed, but this time you didn’t cover your mouth, and that had his pout softening until he was smiling up at you. He thought the whole yoga topic was done after that, then you shifted on his lap and offered him something that made his hold around your waist tighten just a bit. “Ask me that question again at some point and my answer might change.”

You stayed over for another hour after that, and then you rejected his offer to drive you back to your place as you said you wanted to ‘work off the three pieces of pizza’ you ate. 

Bradley already missed having you in his space as he cleaned up the kitchen and put away the leftover pizza, and when his phone went off with a new text, he shamelessly hoped it was you. 

It wasn’t.

Bri ❤️❤️: Hi, Brad. I was thinking about you all day. I know it’s kinda late, but can I come over? 

Had she sent him this text before he started getting to know you, he would’ve been all for her coming over right now. But as he read her text over and over again, he didn’t really feel anything. Maybe he was thinking about you too much right now to be able to take in her request fully, and he honestly hoped that wasn’t the case.

You were so different from Bri. You were sweet, funny, nice, and everything she wasn’t in all the months he was with her. 

Still, he found himself wanting to test something out. He wanted to make sure of some things before he continued hanging out with you.

Sure, I’ll leave the door unlocked. 

He sent the text before he could talk himself out of it, then went upstairs and waited for Bri to arrive. He was flipping through the lecture notes he took today when she knocked on his bedroom door and invited herself in. “Hey,” she said, dragging the word out as she closed the door behind her. 

“Hi,” he said back, finding himself not feeling the way he usually did every time he was alone in his room with her. 

“It’s been a while since I was in here,” she commented as she dropped her bag onto his floor, making herself at home as she began to inspect his room. 

If you consider less than a week a while, he wanted to say, but held off on it. “Yeah, I guess,”

She smirked over at him as she trailed her finger along his desk before lifting her gaze up to the bulletin board that was hung up on the wall above it. “Ooh, the Botanical Gardens?” She asked as she pulled the ticket from the board and held it in her hands. “We should go there. It’d be so pretty this time of year. And I hear it got recently renovated.”

It did. He got to see it firsthand with you. And it was pretty. But Bri wouldn’t get to see it with him. He went to the gardens with you on what he considered a date now that you and he were getting closer, and he refused to let Bri taint his prior experience there. He didn’t want to go there with her, not when he had already gone with you and ended up having a really nice time. 

Bradley stayed silent, making Bri look back at him as she set the ticket you bought him down on the desk instead of putting it back on the board. “Not feeling talkative tonight?” She cooed, reaching up to slide off her jacket. It dropped to the floor as she made her way over to his bed, where he was still laying on his side and watching her every move. “That’s okay. I can think of a few ways to get you in the mood.

When she pressed one of her knees onto the mattress and traced her fingers along his thigh, he tensed up. “Bri,” he said in a warning tone, but she must’ve thought that was an invitation to continue. 

“I know, I know. I’m really sorry about the way things ended between us,” she murmured, biting down on her lip as she moved so she was on her knees next to him. “I miss you, Brad. I shouldn’t have broken up with you.”

This was it. This is what he wanted to hear her say ever since she walked out of this very room the morning of the day he threw that party. The party he met you at. He wanted this, but not anymore. 

It was clear to him now, and by the way his body reacted negatively to her instead of him getting turned on by her advances, that she wasn’t what he wanted anymore. Maybe she never was. 

Maybe it was all just a filler until he met the person he did want. And he was pretty sure he’d already met that person. It was you. 

“Bri,” he tried again, but she ignored him.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, leaning in to brush her lips against the side of his neck. He pulled away from her touch, but she followed after him with a laugh. “We were good together, weren’t we, Brad? I know you miss me as much as I miss you. Come on, quit teasing.”

He already knew that he wasn’t physically attracted to her anymore, he didn’t need to let this continue on any further. He felt guilty, even though you and he weren’t even together. He wanted this to be you. He wanted you. 

When she reached for the zipper of his jeans, his hand shot out and wrapped around her wrist, halting her actions instantly and making her jump slightly in surprise. “Briana,” he muttered and her eyes widened at the seriousness in his voice. 

She looked so dejected, he almost felt bad that she clearly wasn’t going to get what she came here for, which was his body. She made sure he knew that his body is all he’s good for when she broke things off with him, and it was obvious that’s what she was wanting to get out of this little reunion. 

Still, he didn’t want to completely offend her or make her feel bad. “I have an early class tomorrow. You should go,”

But then her gaze turned cold. “Oh, my God,” she gasped, pulling her hand out of his grasp. “You like that girl you were talking to at the party, don’t you?” So she did see him talking to you, but still went home with Jensen anyway.

Bradley stayed silent again as she didn’t need to know about his relationship with you. No one did. What he had with you, that obvious connection you shared, he wanted to keep that just between you and him. 

She let out a humorless laugh. “You really moved on that quick?” She scoffed and he narrowed his eyes. 

“You moved on the day we broke up,” he pointed out and she rolled her eyes. 

“That’s different,” she muttered and he pushed away his notes and sat up.

“How? How is that different?” He asked and she huffed, standing up and grabbing her jacket from where she dropped it by his bed.  

“It just is,” she answered, throwing her jacket on and glaring at him. “I can’t believe you. What, you meet one girl who actually gives you attention for more than five minutes and you suddenly forget about me?” 

Bradley opened his mouth to defend both you and himself, fed up with the way she talked to him at this point and now about you, but she went on,

“You’re pathetic, Bradshaw,” she laughed again and grabbed her bag. “Thanks so much for wasting my time tonight.”

She opened the door and slammed it behind her, and he could hear her loud footsteps as she went downstairs and left the house, slamming the front door behind her as well. 

Bradley scoffed and ran a hand through his hair, kind of pissed off at the way that whole thing went, but he also didn’t let himself get too heated. She really wasn’t worth it anymore. 

He was getting better at calming himself down before he got too mad, but he was still feeling irritated because of Bri, even after he had a shower and got ready for bed. 

He wanted to call you, wanted to talk to you and let himself get lost in your kind and sweet voice. 

Fuck it.

He grabbed his phone and pressed on your contact, holding it to his ear for a few seconds as it began to ring.

Wait. No.

He didn’t want to bother you with this. You had a good day today, and he didn’t want to ruin it by calling you when he wasn’t fully calmed down yet. 

Bradley quickly ended the call and threw his phone onto his bed before falling down onto his pillow and groaning. He was only a few seconds into his pity party when his phone went off, and when he grabbed it, he saw that it was you calling him back.

“Fuck,” he muttered, rolling onto his back as he accepted your call. “Hey.”

“Hi,” you say and he could hear the small amount of panic in your voice. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah,” he answered, draping his arm over his face as he sighed. “Why?”

“You called me then hung up,” you laugh nervously, “I got worried.”

Bradley felt himself beginning to smile, and he somehow knew you would be able to make him feel better. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled, dropping his arm back down to his side. “Something happened and it made me….never mind. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you say quietly, then it was like you read his mind as you asked, “Do you want to talk for a bit?”

Bradley leaned back on the pillow and let himself picture the way you looked at him when he said that he thought you were pretty when you laughed. The smile you gave him in the Jeep was so pretty, he was getting flustered just thinking about it. “Yeah,” he answered just as quietly. “Can we?”

He heard you shuffling on your end of the call, and he wondered if you were in a similar position he was in. “Of course,” you say. “What do you want to talk about?”

He thought about it for a few seconds before asking the first question that popped into his head. “What’s your favorite color?”

You laugh in response, and the sound has Bradley’s mood lifting considerably. “Mint,” you reply. “What’s yours?”

“Blue and red,” he rasped, “What’s your favorite animal?”

“Mmm, a fox,”

“Book?”

“The Catcher in the Rye,” 

“Do you like coffee?” He asked and added before you could answer, “This one is very important.”

You laugh again, “Oh, is it? Yes, I do, sometimes,” 

Bradley falls silent for a few seconds after that, feeling himself get lost in the way you sounded so sweet and genuine right now. 

“Did I answer it right?” You asked him and he turned onto his side, sliding the hand that wasn’t holding his phone under the pillow. 

“How do you like your coffee?” He asked instead of answering your question, and you didn’t seem to care very much as he was met with your laugh again. 

“I like french vanilla. It’s actually the only way I can drink coffee,” 

Perfect. You were perfect. You sounded perfect. 

He felt like he didn’t deserve to be talking to you like this or even to be talking to you in general. Bradley has always messed with things that didn’t need to be messed with and almost always ended up ruining it, and he really didn’t want to do that with you. 

But he didn’t want to end the call so soon. “What’s your favorite movie?”

“That’s a tough one,” you mumbled and he could hear you holding back a yawn. 

“I’m boring you, aren’t I?” He teased and you huff out a laugh.

“No, not at all. I’m just in bed right now and I guess my head automatically thinks I’m supposed to be sleeping,” you say in a quiet voice. “Um, my favorite movie…oh, I Know What You Did Last Summer.”

Bradley laughed at that. “A 90s slasher? Why am I not surprised?” 

“Hey, you asked,” 

You and he ended up talking for a while after that until you eventually had to go to sleep. He ended the call before getting up and putting the ticket from the gardens back on the board, looking at it for a few seconds afterwards. 

By the time he plugged his phone in and got under his covers, Bradley realized that he was no longer mad or annoyed about what happened with Bri, and that you had successfully calmed him down with just your voice. 

He hadn’t felt this way about anyone in his entire life, and not once did he ever feel like this about Bri. He knew he needed to tell Wes and Eli that he was done with Bri and that although he was hanging out with you, it wasn’t because he made a bet on you. 

He assumed they would be checking in on how things were going with the bet soon, and even though he had that brief conversation with Eli the other day about you, he knew it wasn’t enough to have him believing that Bradley’s intentions with you were pure. 

And maybe they weren’t in the beginning, maybe he went to those gardens with you after Bri broke up with him just to spite her, but it wasn’t like that now. He knew that, he just had to make the guys believe it, too.

#bradley bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw imagine #rooster bradshaw fic #rooster imagine #rooster fanfic #rooster top gun #rooster x reader #bradley bradshaw fic #bradley bradshaw fanfiction #bradley bradshaw x reader #miles teller #top gun maverick #top gun au #top gun rooster #tgm #tgm fic #rooster x you #bets and bargains #bets and bargains au #bradley bradshaw x y/n #bradley bradshaw x female reader #bradley bradshaw smut #rooster smut

[ff7-has-taken-me-over]

I suddenly had a thought of GhostSoap being normal human beings and doing normal human being things and wanted to write some stuff for it.

1) Simon always forgets to replace the fuckin toilet paper and Johnny loses his mind over it every single time

2) Johnny has these quiet little snores that whistle out every time he breathes out and while it’s mildly annoying some nights Simon still finds it so endearing

3) Simon hogs the blankets, even in summer cause he’s just always cold, no matter what. Johnny tends to just snuggle in real close to Simon when he gets cold

4) Johnny is the cook of the house. He’s really good at it (his mother refused to let him leave home without knowing how to survive on his own) but he can’t bake. Simon’s the opposite where he can bake (his mum loved baking, taught him everything she knew) but can’t cook to save his life

5) Johnny’s always stealing Simon’s leftovers or hidden treats and Simon has threatened to stab him once or twice over it (it never stops Johnny from doing it again)

6) Simon totally found a stray cat and got the ‘you wanna keep him, you look after him’ talk and he has never been more devoted to looking after another living being after the whole thing with his family

7) Johnny’s got a million and one things in their bathroom all for the sake of looking after his hair and skin and what not and he definitely sits Simon down on the toilet seat every so often so he can do the same for him

8) Johnny seeks validation near constantly. Simon doesn’t know why but he always, always makes sure Johnny knows he’s appreciated and doing good and whatever else the man needs validation on

9) When Simon has night terrors the way to calm him down is to just let him cling to you. Don’t speak or anything just let him hold you and let him reassure himself that your alive and well. Sometimes he’ll be ready to talk about it in the morning, other times he’s content to let the memories go and just keep going

10) Johnny is the worst at taking out the trash. Since they live in a semi-old apartment complex they had to take their rubbish all the way downstairs when the bin in their place got full and Johnny fucking hates it

11) When one of them get put on leave and have to go back to the apartment by themselves they’ll play the other persons music and cook their favourite foods (or try at least) to try and fool themselves into thinking they’re not alone in their home

12) Simon totally has a stuffed toy that belonged to Joseph and while it sits on his shelf he was still terrified Johnny was going to say something bad about it or try and get rid of it (that’s happened once with an ex) but Johnny saw it, called it cute and then proceeded to look after it when Simon couldn’t

13) Johnny may not look it but he’s a bit of gardener. He’s got a windowsill full of herbs in the kitchen and their balcony has some random plants that he doesn’t actually know the name or origin of but he looks after them and has very specific instructions for Ghost to follow when he’s not around

14) Simon’s friends with the old guy that runs the convenience store down the street from their apartment and not because he tried to befriend the guy or anything, but because the guy thought Simon looked funny with his mask and decided he was going to favour him out of all of his customers

15) The neighbours tried hitting on Simon once and Johnny happened to open the door and heard them flirting with his boyfriend. He got so possessive that he made out with the bigger man against their door jamb for like 5 minutes until Simon pulled him inside. The news spread very quickly after that

16) The apartment complex have a betting pool going about what they do for a living because they hold such weird hours and will disappear for months at a time. None of them wanna ask the two though cause they’re all a little scared of the both of them

17) Simon’s a bookworm and if it weren’t for their tiny apartment he’d have his own, personal library filled to the brim with books

#fic prompt #ghost x soap #fuck off haters #i’m looking at you die hard cod players #johnny ‘soap’ mctavish #fic #prompt #call of duty #simon ‘ghost’ riley #ghost #ghostsoap #soapghost #soap x ghost #they’re in love your honour #the guys being normal human beings #multiple prompts #I think I wrote a couple of these out

[narrycherries]

🌼like it’s the only thing I’ll ever do🌼 part 5 (dadrry)

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word count: 3.2k

warnings/tags: harry x reader, dadrry, fluff

(a/n: you guys voted, so the baby name is revealed: Vivian/Vivy)

You happened to be waking up when you heard the noise through the baby monitor. The baby was whining and babbling to herself in her crib, waiting for someone to tend to her. You turned off the monitor so it wouldn’t wake up Harry before you left to go get her.

When you opened her door and flicked on the light, she pulled herself up and started giggling, excited to see you. She was still a bit wobbly, but she was getting better at trying to stand.

“Good morning, Vivy.” You said with a laugh as you scooped her up. “I should’ve known you weren’t gonna let me and Dada sleep in.”

“Da da!” She squealed, snapping her head around looking for him.

You tickled her side. “We’ll go see Dada in a minute.”

She continued to mumble little sounds to you as you changed her diaper and let her pick a stuffed animal to carry to the bedroom. She grabbed a small pink bunny, one of her favorite ones, and held it by the bow around its neck.

Once you were done, you made your way back to the bedroom. Harry was still asleep, his arms tucked by his sides as he laid on his stomach. He had shifted since you left, probably noticing you weren’t there anymore.

“Da da.”

“Shh, let Dada sleep a bit longer, baby.” You sat her on the bed so you could pull your shirt over your head.

It was easier to completely take it off, especially when you were comfortable and in the privacy of your bedroom. When you picked her up again, she let out a squeal and a few giggles, which made you grin at her.

“Mommy’s pretty girl, yeah? You’re such a cutie.”

She smiled back, but soon settled on your lap as she realized she was getting hungry. You let her latch on whenever she was ready. The older she got, the easier it was for her to do this more on her own, but it was also harder for you to handle the pain. She was cutting another tooth, so it hurt occasionally. She definitely got comfortable as she nursed, which made you slightly hopeful that she’d fall back to sleep.

After twenty minutes, she decided she was done. You slipped your shirt back on and sat her on the bed between you and Harry. At first, she was occupied with her bunny, not really paying him any attention. The moment he let out a grunt, her head lifted and her eyes went straight to him.

“Da da da.” She waited a moment, then whined because he didn’t answer. “Da da.”

“Give Dada some pats, like this.” You said as you reached over and pulled the blankets back, gently patting your hand against his shoulder blade.

She gave you a curious look then proceeded to copy you, but with a bit more force. The sound of her hand smacking his skin made you laugh.

“Do it soft, baby girl. Don’t hurt Dada.” You demonstrated again.

“Ma ma ma.” She softly spoke as you took your hand away and allowed her to try again. She did it only slightly softer, and this time he groaned.

“Da da da!” She squealed, quickly grabbing onto his back with both hands, and every nail digging into his skin.

You couldn’t resist laughing as she started slapping him with both hands, chanting his name over and over in between her giggles. You got a video of her doing it, just so you could show him later. It was always so adorable to watch her interact with him, and this was making your heart flutter. She squeaked as he opened his eyes and shifted his head.

“Vivy.” His voice was scratchy, but she definitely knew he was awake now.

“Da da da.”

He chuckled and brought his arm from his side to put it around her. She had been sitting on her knees, so when she fell forward onto his head you both started laughing.

“G’morning, baby. You’re a little ray of sunshine this morning, hm?” He said as she started climbing onto his back, one hand tugging his hair for support.

“She’s been happy since she woke up, Dada.”

He smiled as he finally got a chance to see you. “Vivy.. can I get up, baby?”

“Da da da da!” She started patting his back again, well her version of patting.

“That means no.” You said in a whisper, making him playfully roll his eyes.

“You girls make all the rules, yeah?”

“Someone has to keep you in line.”

“Da da!” Vivian suddenly shrieked, making Harry flinch and you laugh.

“C’mere, babe.” Harry tried to look over his shoulder at her. “I wanna give you some cuddles.”

“Ma ma!”

Harry laughed. “Telling on me, hm?”

“Ma ma ma ma.” She continued.

“Someone’s going to be in trouble.” You gave him a nudge as you laid down, leaving a space for the baby whenever she decided to get down.

“Please go easy on me, m’already getting beat up.”

“Vivy, give Dada a break.” You smiled as she looked your way.

She was grinning like crazy still, very pleased by the fact her parents were with her and paying her some attention. Harry looked back at her, calling her name to get her attention. She leaned towards him, pressing her forehead against his ear. He chuckled and tried his best to reach for her without knocking her over.

“C’mon, baby girl.” He said with a smile as she squealed straight into his ear, making it ring for a moment. “Come cuddle with Dada.”

“Da da!” She happily shrieked back.

It didn’t take any more begging. Harry rolled over the moment she climbed onto the mattress between you two and, of course, nuzzled her way into his arms, right against his chest like she liked. You were always so in awe at the way they acted together - how special he was for her and how much he adored her. You decided you’d give them some space, besides you had some alone time with her earlier anyways. It was his turn. His eyes shifted to you as you pushed yourself up on your hand, your lips finding his quickly. He grunted, furrowing his brows while you pressed a few pecks against the baby’s head.

“Where y’goin’?” His voice was still scratchy from his slumber, which made your heart flutter. The simplest things drove you insane sometimes.

“M’gonna take a bath. Wan’ you to have some baby time.”

Harry sighed, reaching for your hand. “Babe, you don’t have to go. We can love on our little bug together, y’know?”

You licked your lips and smiled, shaking your head slightly. “She’ll be perfectly happy with just getting some love from Dada.”

“Da da da.” The baby repeated his name, her face was now mushed in the crook of Harry’s neck. She wanted to be as close as possible.

“I guess you deserve a nice bath, hm?” He pursed his lips for a moment, then let a smile shape to them. “Enjoy your alone time, darling. We’ll be waiting for you.”

“I know.” You squeezed his hand while your lips met his once again, just for a few seconds. “Don’t steal all her cuddles.”

Harry pinched your wrist before letting you slip away from him. “I’ll save you some.”

To Harry’s surprise, the baby was completely fine with you leaving her alone with him. She’s slowly starting to overcome some of her anxiety. You believe that she if she feels safe and comfortable, then she won’t freak out as much or at all really. And now right, she couldn’t get more comfortable.

She was laying on Harry’s chest, her small fingers toying with the chain around his neck. He always worried the pendant would come off and she’d try to put it in her mouth, but he knew right now she was safe. She was just occupying her attention by pinching it and rubbing the chain against her skin. It was a comforting thing that she did often. He never minded. It kept her happy and that was all that mattered to him.

“Vivy.” Harry mumbled her nickname quietly as she let out a few soft whines. He was concerned because she had been so quiet for the past fifteen minutes. “Baby doll.”

She gently moved her head, which he took as a sign of having her attention. She didn’t seem very active anymore, which was bothering him. Maybe she just wanted to relax and rest. He hoped nothing was wrong, he couldn’t possibly handle that right now.

“Da da da.” She spoke back, her small hand slapping down on Harry’s chest.

He chuckled and gave her sides a tickle. She squealed, struggling to sit up on his chest. He helped her and kept a hold on her waist once she was up. She reached for the necklace again, this time pulling the chain up with her.

“Do you miss Mama?” He asked softly, not sure if you could hear him or not from the bathroom across the room. She looked up at him, eyes widening at the mention of your name. He smiled sweetly to her. “Yeah? Bet you do, hm?”

“Da da da.. Ma ma.. ba ba.” She kept on babbling, saying a few things he recognized but mostly it was just noises.

He couldn’t help but laugh at how cute and confident her words were, even if they were hardly words. She let go of his chain and slid off his chest, which made him roll back over to keep a hold of her. The last thing she needed to do was tumble off the side of the bed and hurt herself.

“Mama’s taking a bath, baby girl. She’ll be back in a bit.”

“Ba ba!” She suddenly said as she grabbed the stuffed bunny off the bed.

Harry watched in amazement as she rubbed her hand over the texture of the fur, almost as if she was petting it. The bunny was one of her favorite stuffed toys. Lately, she has been gravitating towards it more than usual. Harry figured it was because it was cute and soft.

“Mooo!” She threw her arms up, the bunny flying from her loose grip.

Harry chuckled and reached for the toy, it had went a bit far out of her reach. “Baby, m’afraid bunnies don’t say moo.”

“Moo! Moo.. moo, Da da.” She said back, very sure of her words.

“If you say so, baby cakes. Moo moo.” Harry made the bunny do a little dance, which made her giggle and reach for it. She tried copying him, which was just adorable to witness. “Speaking of cake.. my angel’s birthday is coming up, hm?”

She was now fully focused on shaking the bunny around, imitating the actions he was doing. It was cute to watch her make the toy dance and soft, quiet “moo’s” come from her mouth as she watched it move around in the air. She hit it against the bed a few times, giggling as she babbled nonsense sounds.

“You’re going to be the cutest one year old in the world. We’re getting you the prettiest cake, baby girl. All pink and sparkly for Dada’s princess.”

Vivian’s eyes lifted and she grinned, letting out a shriek that made her shoulders lift and her nose scrunch. Harry pressed his hand against her back as she began rocking from excitement. He wasn’t sure what specific word made her so happy, but he figured it was princess. Even though he knew she probably didn’t care what the word actually meant, she knew that her daddy called her that a lot. He figured it was one of her favorites.

“Yeah?” He nodded. “So excited for your party? I bet you’re gonna get all the presents in the world.”

“Da da.” She said as if she was trying to get his attention - little did she know, she already had that. “Da da da.”

He lifted his brows and smiled as she extended her arm, the bunny in her hand. He wasn’t sure if he needed to take it, but when she dropped it in front of him, he figured that’s what she wanted. He picked it up and sat it against his chest, making her giggle and fall forward on her arms.

“Da da!”

“Is this my bunny now?” He asked with a tone of shock in his voice. “Can’t believe you gave me your favorite bunny!”

“Da da!” She replied just as excitedly as before.

“Aw, my sweet baby.” He cooed as she crawled the very short distance to him and put her arm around his neck. Her face smushed against his, making him chuckle and put a tighter grip on her. “Dada’s got the cutest little bug, doesn’t he? My pretty girl. Love you so much, princess.”

“Da da da.” She pressed her open mouth to his cheek, slobber covering his skin instantly. Her version of a kiss was always so cute, even though it was messy.

“Thank you for the kissy, baby girl. Dada loves you the mostest.” He rubbed his nose against her cheek, making her squeal from the ticklish feeling.

Once she calmed down, he noticed that she was acting tired again. He lifted her above his head, making her grin and stick her tongue out. A bit of drool was pooling in the corner of her mouth, and he quickly put her down before it dripped onto him. She let out a little whine, but he could tell it wasn’t because of any distress. She was comfortable back on his chest, his arms holding her tight.

“Go back to sleep, angel baby. Dada won’t let you go.”

You took a very long bath, mostly because you wanted Harry to have time with the baby - but also because your bones were aching and you wanted to relax in the burning hot water. You dried off and wrapped the towel around your body before leaving the bathroom. You were greeted by a sleepy smile from Harry and a quiet mutter of your name from the baby, who was still laid on Harry’s chest.

“Going back to bed?” You asked while walking over to them.

Harry sighed. “Thought she would.. but she kept whispering for her Mama.”

“Whispering?” You lifted a brow, somewhat smiling back at him.

He patted her back gently. “Mhm. She was quiet for a bit, but once she started she didn’t really stop.”

“My poor baby.” You pouted to her, but she didn’t try to sit up. She seemed tired still, which was worrying you slightly because you thought she had slept good.

“She may be hungry. I asked if she wanted a ba-ba but she just said Mama back.”

Harry sat up with a groan, placing the baby on his lap. Her head fell against him, her hand gripping the skin over his stomach. It hurt a little, but he wouldn’t’ dare make her stop.

“I’ll nurse her in just a second.”

You walked over to the closet to grab something to put on, but as soon as you disappeared beyond the door, the baby started whining.

“Baby, hold on. Mama’s coming back.” Harry told her with a gentle sigh. “She’s gonna give you somethin’ to eat, promise.”

You could hear them both from the closet, but you didn’t try to rush back in there. You knew that the baby needed to learn how to cope with you not always being around her, and same with Harry not being there. She’s gotten a bit better, but she’s still learning. Harry kept a hand on her back, slowly rubbing in circles to soothe her, as he waited for you to return.

“See, there Mama is. Told you she was coming.” Harry said with a smile as you walked back into the room, now wearing a pair of cotton shorts. The t-shirt you planned to put on was hanging from your fingertips.

“Was she a good baby while I was gone, Dada?” You asked as you joined them on the bed, laying the shirt beside you to put on once you were done.

He chuckled while you scooped her from his lap. “She was a bit playful with me, yeah. Got sleepy though.”

“Sleepy? Hm, you don’t need to sleep til your nap later on, baby love.” You told her as you adjusted her in your arm and leaned against the headboard to relax your spine.

Harry watched as she latched onto your breast and curled her arm against her own chest. He wondered if she wanted to hold onto something, so he quickly grabbed the bunny she had given him earlier. You were about to question what he was doing, but he lifted her arm and laid the bunny down before you could get the words out.

“The world’s best Dada.” You whispered as his eyes caught yours.

He shook his head, grinning back. “She’s got the world’s best Mama, too.”

You hummed as he joined you against the headboard, his arm sliding around your back. His fingertips gently rubbed against your hip, which made your heart skip a beat. You missed him a lot in that way, missed the intimacy. It hadn’t been forever, just a few long days, since you last got to spend time with him alone. You thought maybe you could mention it today and he would do his best to make it happen. With the baby becoming very needy and his work on new music piling up, it was hard to find the time. You held out hope, he always came through for you.

A few minutes ticked by, and the thought was bugging you now. You swallowed gently and looked over at him. He had his phone in his hand, mindlessly scrolling on it as he waited for the baby to be done so you could officially start the day together. You licked your lips and glanced down at his legs. You missed the way it felt to have him resting his body on top of yours.

“Harry.” You mumbled, much quieter than you wanted to.

He hummed back, his eyes still on the screen. You looked back at the side of his face, admiring how handsome he was, even his profile. You felt a tug in your stomach, but you tried to ignore it. You were nervous, even though there was no reason to be.

“I think.. we should have some.. Mommy-Daddy time later.”

He clicked the button on the phone to lock it and dropped it on the bed. His head turned and his eyes met yours immediately. It happened so fast that you didn’t have time to look away. A thick layer of blush rose to your cheeks. You watched him lick his lips and gently bite on his cheek as he stared at you.

“Yeah?” He smirked softly. “I do miss you a lot.. been a few days.”

“Do you want to?”

He smacked his lips. “Of course!”

His eagerness made you laugh. You looked away from him and down to the baby, who was satisfied with her current arrangement. Harry gripped your waist, leaning into you so his lips could press against your jaw.

“Gonna love you on so good, babe.”

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(a/n: someone requested some morning time dadrry content, so hope u enjoy! It’s a bit short, but I love this pairing + baby so don’t worry! More to come x)

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[peterdarlingg]

Bad Habits

warnings: none

Paring: Peter Parker x Reader

Synopsis: Peter is still getting used to your habits.

A/n: surprise, I finally wrote something! It’s not the best and it’s a bit short andd it’s not edited so just a warning. Gif is by @peterrparkor But I hope you enjoy none the less and any feedback would be appreciated. 🩷

“What are you doing?”

Peter sat up on the couch brows furrowed, looking at you as you abruptly got up, stood there for a few seconds and walked into the kitchen.

“I want eat brownies so I’m gonna make some.” You stated simply.

“Okay…” peter trailed off. You often did that sort of thing. You would be sitting down together and then an idea would pop into your mind and if you really wanted it you would go do it. He was still kinda getting used to you doing that.

It was 3 am and you woke up hungry. You decided you were craving a big mac. So you proceeded to get up, put on a jacket over your pajamas and left Peter a pillow to cuddle instead.

“Where the hell are you?” Peter sounded over the phone. He was pissed.

“I was hungry so I went to get a Big Mac.” You said nonchalantly, unaware of peter’s state.

Unbeknownst to you, peter woke up suddenly, not sensing you next to him while he was stirring in his sleep and didn’t find you there sleeping soundly as you were next him.

After looking for you all over the small apartment and not finding you, he started to panic. Frantically pulling at his hair and calling you after you didn’t answer like 2 times.

“What…now?” He asked incredulously.

“Well, yeah.” You answered still oblivious to peter’s panicked state. “Well, why were you not answering your phone?” Peter pressed.

“Oh, I’m sorry pete, I have it on silent mode so I didn’t hear it.” You said feeling a bit guilty.

“Okay, when are you getting back? I miss you,” he pouted, starting to calm down knowing you were safe. “I’m already on my way back. I’ll be there in 5.”

When you walked through the door that night happy with your purchase and ready to devour the sandwich, peter was already waiting at the door and enveloped you in very, very tight hug. “Pete, can’t breathe.” You told him voice strained.

“Sorry, sorry.” He pulled away and gave you a passionate kiss that left you dizzy.

You looked at him, he looked tired and his hair disheveled you fussed from running his hand through it too many times, and suddenly you felt really guilty.

“I’m really sorry Peter. I promise to tell you what I’m doing next time. I just- before I moved in with you- before we were together, I’d just- I was alone…and I was just running on autopilot just doing whatever came to mind. I guess I’m still getting used to not being alone…” you trailed off.

“Baby, it’s okay.” He hugged you and kissed your temple. “We’re okay, I was just worried about you, I’m sorry if I came off a bit harsh.” “No, you didn’t I’m sorry. I promise from now on I’ll never leave without telling you, it’s just a habit, a bad one at that.”

Peter cuddled you extra harder after you ate and went to sleep that night.

That was the first time Peter experienced this habit of yours.

“You know…” peter trailed as he walked over to you. “Spider-man can just swing to get you some brownies and be back in like 5 minutes.” He said cockily. “Yeah, yeah I know.” You rolled your eyes, smiling getting out the ingredients.

“It’s better from scratch.” You said smiling.

“Fine, I’ll indulge,” he rolled his eyes playfully.

“There’s no difference though,” he said under his breath. But you heard him. “Peter!” You looked at him angrily but the look in your eyes informed peter that you were just joking around. “I’m sorry, I’ll help, how do I help?”

You started telling Peter what to do. He mixed the dry ingredients while you mixed the wet ingredients and in 10 minutes the brownie batter was ready for the oven that you had preheated.

“I’m actually really excited, I’ve never baked anything before.” Peter said giddily as he sat down on the couch with you to continue watching the movie that was playing.

“Really? Never?” You asked him. “Yeah, I’ve never had the chance to I guess,” he looked a bit embarrassed, and suddenly you were reminded of Peter’s life and how hard he had it. You made it your mission to always make him happy because he deserved nothing else but. Your timer went off for the brownies and you shot up from the couch. “Yay, they’re ready!”

“Oh my goodness these taste amazing,” peter moaned as he tasted the delicious goodness of the fudgy brownies that you made together. “You were right.” Peter told you sheepishly.

“Right about what?” You asked mouthful of brownies.

“Brownies from scratch are better.” He said smiling eyes crinkling.

You smiled at him adoringly and you both continued to eat your baked goodie together, sitting in comfortable silence.

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[graciegoeskrazy]

jump then fall

Sebastian Stan x StepDaughter!Teen!reader

wc: shmall/776

summary: y/n comes home drunk but Sebastian is there to make sure she’s okay.

warnings: alcohol, step parents(???), one mention of teen pregnancy, lemme know what i missed plz.

a/n: hiiii wrote this last night. thought it was cute. this is unedited so sorry in advance. will i fix it? no prob not.

You got your friend to drive you back from the party. You made her turn the headlights off and drop you off a couple of houses down from your home. “Holy Shit!”

“”Language, young lady.”

“”What are you doing up?” You said, trying not to slur your words. It was no use though.

“Waiting for you.” Sebastian said, leaning against the door frame. He hadn’t married your mom yet but he moved in with you and your mom. Over time the relationship between you two grew very deep. It was evident he cared for you. Not growing up with a father figure, you weren’t sure how this was gonna go, but you were thankful for Sebastian being there whenever you needed him to be. He was more than willing to step up.

“You don’t have to do that.” Trying to act nonchalant.

“I just wanted to make sure you’re okay. Make sure you’re not drunk.”

“Well, no need to worry because I am nethier of those things.” You proceeded to give a weak thumbs up. Sebastian walked over to you after a second. Arms crossed. “How many drink did you have?”

You sighed and looked down, defeated in your drunken state. “like 5.”

“Y/n!”

“But, I was very responsible! We had a designated driver. We did nothing but talk at Sophie’s house. We even gave each other emergency contacts! I gave them your number just in case!” His heart secretly swelled.

“Please, whatever you do, please don’t tell mom?”

He sighed and paused for a bit. But finally released a simple “Ok.”

You were shocked. You didn’t think he would let you off this easily.

“What? Ok?”

“Listen, She’s gonna find out. You think she’s an idiot? And even then she’s not gonna be upset. She’s been in your shoes before. We both have! Your mom knows what it’s like to be a teenager and have fun. She got pregnant with you as a teen for Christ's sake!”

“I don’t intend on doing that.” You said slurring.

“That might get you in a little more trouble.”

You hid your head in your hands, both out of embarrassment and out of pain with your oncoming migraine.

“So you’re not mad?”

“No. Of course not. I just wanted to make sure you’re ok and not too drunk.”

“Well i’m ok and super drunk.” you said almost falling in his arms before he caught you.

“Ok we need to get you to bed.”

“But im not tiiiired!”

“Yes, you are.”

“Ok, I’m very tired.”

Sebastian led you to your room. You immediately flopped on your bed with a grunt. Sebastian chuckled to himself as he walked over to your closet to find some pjs for you to wear. He found a set and threw it on your bed. “Get changed into this, I'll be right back.” You just moaned and layed still for a good minute before getting a spruce of energy and sitting up to change. You took of your layers of jewelry and put them in your side table before you heard a knock. “Enter.” You said, as you flopped back down on your bed. Sebastian laughed as he sat down beside you. “Come here.” He grabbed your arm and pulled you up. You just grumbled which only made him smile more. He had a makeup wipe and proceeded to wipe away the dried mascara and and anything else that was left after the drunken night. Once he let go of your arm, you fell back down on the bed again. He smiled. “Goodnight, y/n.”

“WAIT!”

He turned around. Your eyes were half open as you managed to get yourself under the covers. “You have to tuck me in.” You said matter of factly. “Ah of course.” He returned to your bed and sat beside you, helping to move the covers up. You talked as he tucked you in.

“Sebastian?”

“Hm?”

“Am I gonna be hurt tomorrow?”

“Hurt? Well maybe, but it’s nothing time and some advil can’t help.”

“Sebastian?”

“Yes sweetie.”

“I’m never gonna drink again.”

“Oh really?”

“Yeah. Drinking is for disgusting people.”

“But I drink does that mean i’m disgusting?”

“Eh…you get a pass.”

“Thank you.”

He plugged in your phone, turned the light off, and gave you your final tucks.

“Sebastian?”

“Hm?”

“Can you stay?” You looked at him with longing eyes. He climbed into bed without another word. He turned on some random disney movie for background noise. After a while, your head fell on his chest and your breathing slowed. He kissed the top of your head.

“I love you baby.”

You snuggled deeper. “I love you too dad”

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[stonesylove]

Just needed to get this idea out of my head, This is going to be a fic, i don't know how many part it would have but bear with me

oc female character and Tom Blyth (he wasn't that famous yet)

Summary: Alessandra and Tom met on a casual night out in Berlin while he's filming the prequel of the hunger games, both of them are down for a little three month affair but what if they want a little bit more.

social media au

A night out in Berlin pt.1

The night we met

Chapter 2

After a long day in set, Tom was too tired to do anything but he had made plans in the morning with  Hunter and she was dying to go to this underground bar that all her Berlin friends had recommended to her, he wasn’t in the mood but at the same time he wanted to get loose and forget about all his responsibilities just for the night. Tom picked up his bag and his puffer jacket and walked out of his trailer ready to go to his hotel, have a shower and get ready, when he heard  Hunter shouting  “TOM I WILL PICK YOU UP AT 11 PM, ALL BLACK ATTIRE BABE” gaining some looks from the other people walking next to the trailers, he just looked at her and screamed okay.

Tom got into his hotel room then took his jacket, his shirt and his shoes to then throw himself to the bed and while laying down he pulled the phone out of his pocket to put an alarm for 10 pm and then proceeded to take a nap. Tom got up to shut his phone up and got up while feeling like he just slept for 5 minutes, quickly he got into the shower and got ready with an all black fit as Hunter told him to, he was about to brush his hair but then remembered that he had to go bald because of the film, although he hated it at least it had some perks. He was putting on some cologne when he heard someone knocking on his door.

He looked to his phone and saw that it was 11 pm, he opened the door and Hunter said“I promise you’re going to have so much fun” she said with the biggest smile.

They arrived to the club, for what he saw it was just dark with a bunch of colorful lights but it was a vibe, they started drinking and then they got up and started to dance. At some point of the night he was by himself dancing around people he didn’t know, the sound of the music was the only company he truly needed, of course he’ll catch up with Hunter at some point but for what matters right now it was just him moving to the sound of the music and the drink in his hand when he felt someone bumping into him, he turned around and saw a short brunette with a beautiful dress

“And tut mir leid” she said in German with a sorry look in her face, “I’m so sorry, I don’t speak German“ Tom answered with a confused looked.

“Me neither, so sorry for bumping into you” she said with a more cheerful tone to what Tom replied “Don’t worry, I’m Tom by the way”.

“Cute name, I’m Alessandra” she said taking his hand and starting to dance with him, Tom was completely surprise with the action but happy she took the first step.

The way she moved was all that Tom could’ve dream of and for what he saw under the colorful lights she had the face of an angel, she looked tan and maybe with dark brown eyes but he couldn’t tell. They danced for three songs and when the fourth was about to start, Tom got closer to her ear and asked her to go to a quieterplace.

Tom took her hand and started walking upfront to get the pair through the crowd and get to a table, Alessandra was happily walking and dancing while holding his hand, she thought that he was the first man in Berlin that she had met that was able to dance. After walking Tom found an empty table in a corner, it was perfect for them to have a conversation and maybe a kiss he thought.

“So Tom boy, what are you doing in Berlin because I’m almost sure you’re British” she said while taking a sit, she was wearing a leopard print dress showing her beautiful neck line and maybe a little bit more and he was ready to see what she was hiding underneath.

“Well yes, I’m British but you also have an accent, are you French or Italian?” Tom said while trying to sound sexy and getting a little bit closer to her.

“I’m Italian babe, so now that we know this vital information about each other can we kiss” Alessandra said while laughing, they both had a couple drinks and she knew she would never say that to a man if she hadn’t have that many red bull vodkas.

Tom got closer and stamped his lips on hers, the kiss was sloppy and lacked of coordination but it was the perfect kiss to start the night he thought, she had fuller lips and the way her hands were grabbing his neck as if she was holding for her life. When they both heard someone screaming “ALESSANDRA LETS GO”, she broke the kiss and said “Well that’s my call Tom boy” shrinking her shoulders and sliding herself to get out of the seat.

“Can I at least get your number” he said not knowing if this was a sober thought or just a drunk decision. “Follow me on Instagram grandpa, @ alessssa with four s” she screamed while walking away.

He quickly took his phone out of his pocket and he opened Instagram to look her up, he find her profile and took a screenshot of her page, of course he wouldn’t just follow her right off the bat, that was a decision he needed to make in a much better mental state.

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alessssa I saw Jesus in Berlin in a club I’ve never been 

bbbianca: GET OVER THAT SONG BITCH

     alessssa: I CAN’T 🙃

marco_o: qt

giuli_123: too hot for Berlin 🥵

alessssa: SO LETS MOVE OUT TO NYC BB

username1: sexiest woman alive

                      Tom Blyth started following you

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