#but that's because i had pad thai over the weekend

[beomcoups]

-Summertime Sadness II. (m)

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: artist!Ten Lee (NCT/Super M) x reader

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: angst, smut, fluff, lovers to exes au, soulmates au

𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: R (18+)

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: office sex, oral (f. receiving), unprotected vaginal sex, dirty talk, creampie, pregnancy risk, fingering, 

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 3.5k

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You thought you would never see him again, but that one night showed you that the impossible can be possible. Now, a year later, you two meet again, facing the inevitable truth about your relationship.

𝐀𝐍: I had no plans to write a part two to this. But I had been thinking more, and I started jotting down ideas, and now here I am. I highly encourage you to read part 1 before reading this final part of the story. Thank you @tbzhub​ and @wordycerty​ for looking over this for me ❤.​

  The summer air greets you warmly when you step outside while digging through your bag for your keys. It’s finally lunchtime, and it doesn’t help that your stomach has been reminding you with grumbles every few minutes. It’s been a long day of meetings and reviewing samples for photoshoots and projects, and you have worked up an appetite. Finally finding your keys, you let yourself into the car and turn on your navigation. You feel a buzz from your phone, and you open it, biting your lips as you read the words on the screen.

Lunch should be here in about ten minutes. I can’t wait to see you. Your mouth curves into a smile as you put the address in your navigation and drive off to your destination. You’re nervous, butterflies fluttering like crazy as you tap your finger on the steering wheel. You rarely feel anything but calm because you usually like masking your emotions and not buckling under pressure. This isn’t an ordinary lunch with a client; you are dining with your ex-boyfriend, Ten. 

It’s been almost a year since you’ve seen him. That night on the beach you spent together is forever engraved in your memories like it happened yesterday. You both agreed to keep up with each other, keeping your promises by texting here and there or commenting on your respective social media. Ten was the greatest love of your love, and seeing his life in pictures and not by his side feels different and harder to grasp than you’d thought. You’d been with him for almost a decade, and breaking up brought pain to your heart that you had never felt. You survived and began living your life again, but after seeing him last Labor Day weekend, it has you thinking of the past and what it could have been. So when he called you and mentioned he was in town and asked you out for lunch, you agreed. Pulling up to the building, you exit your car and walk inside an art gallery with tall glass windows and open space. You are greeted at the door and led to a swanky office. You nod in thanks, sitting in the lounge chair, twiddling your thumbs as you wait for Ten. You’ve been here countless times, staying with him at night while he finishes his sketches or puts together the final details for his exhibits. Sometimes you would help him, getting things organized and use your connections to make his event a considerable turnout. Those were in the early years after college when everything was still green between you. But, man, those were good times. “Hey.” He walks in the door, and if you weren’t sitting down, he’d knock you off your feet. His shoulder-length hair from last summer is cut short, and his golden skin is glowing. He wears a white tee and black joggers, paired with sneakers, which is usually his style. Ten was never the dress-up guy unless he had an event. Nevertheless, he looks hot as hell. “Hi,” you stand up, giving him a hug. His arms wrap around you, the familiar feeling of being secure taking over you. Your body yearns for him, wanting to be overtaken by his embrace, and you quickly break away before you give in. “Y-you look great,” he stammers, opening the wider door.

A food tray follows shortly after, filled with sushi, Pad Thai, and spring rolls. Your stomach growls again, loud enough for Ten to hear, and you couldn’t help but chuckle off your embarrassment. “I take it you're hungry?” He jokes, nudging your shoulder. You roll your eyes playfully and reach for a plate, but Ten moves your hand away, ushering for you to sit down. “You are my guest,” he insists. “Relax, I’ll get you fed.” He hums softly as he loads your plate with Pad Thai and spring rolls, your favorite. You first had it when you were in high school and had dinner with his parents. It was the best thing you had ever tasted. “I would’ve had us eat at a restaurant,” he says. “But I am so busy getting this exhibit together for tomorrow, and I am sitting down just now.” You take the plate from him, setting it down on your lap. “Oh yeah? How is that going? You know, with all the planning and stuff?” Ten sighs, taking a seat at his desk. Behind that golden glow, you see the tiredness between his eyes. He works hard, and you worry if he is pushing himself too hard. “It’s going,” he says. “Everything is going to plan, but it’s like last-minute jitters, I guess.” You saw online that he was hosting his latest exhibit tomorrow night, and you did not have anything to do during that time. Your mind started thinking about what you would wear the second you saw the time. An email shortly after hit your inbox, sending you an RSVP for the exhibit. Of course, you selected yes. “It’s going to go great, Ten,” you encourage him. “You have the best people around you, and nothing has ever gone wrong before.” “Part of that is because you were there,” Ten says softly. “You always made sure everything was perfect.” You look down, smiling softly and batting your eyes to avoid misty eyes. He was constantly showering you with praises and appreciating you whenever he could. Of course, you have people you work with and bosses you answer to that say the same things, but it means different when it comes from Ten. You know it comes out of a place of love. “So,” he clears his throat. “Are you going to be there?” You nod as you take a bite out of the spring roll. “Of course. I got the rsvp.” You talk more about what you have been up to and catch up with each other’s families. Ten is a family-oriented guy and comes from wealthy art dealers. You wouldn’t know if you hung out with him because he never flaunted his money or status. He preferred to be low-key, and his expensive taste went towards his art and his home. Those were one of the many reasons why you fell in love with him. Knock Knock! “Come in.” A woman walks in, wearing a tight skirt and white button shirt, her hair styled into a bun. Her shoes are the latest off the runway, making you wonder how an assistant got those shoes so quickly. She nods your way and smiles warmly at Ten, handing him an iPad, her focus 100% on him. “Everything is all set for tomorrow,” her voice is sugary sweet. “We just need your signatures.” You eat quietly as he works with this person, the excellent taste of the food keeping you busy. Then, your phone buzzes, and a text from your boss asks about the latest concept for an upcoming photo shoot. You answer quickly, not noticing that the woman has left the room, and you two are alone again. “Work never stops, huh?” Ten’s voice cuts through your thoughts. 

“Ah,” you chuckle. “Yeah, it’s never a dull moment when you are in charge.” You stare at each other for a moment, an awkward silence between you. There’s so much to say to him, but you don’t want to at the same time. You want to confess your feelings to him and apologize for the fight you had that broke you up. You kick yourself every day for not stopping him when he left the beach house last summer. “It feels like old times,” Ten speaks up. “Us being together, working on our projects. It’s like nothing changed.” If only that were true. 

“Yeah,” you respond softly. “I see what you mean.” Your phone buzzes again; your boss sending you another message about the shoot. You look at the time and realize you have to return to your office to finish your work if you want to have an easy day tomorrow. “I have to go,” you sigh. “My boss is on my ass about this shoot, and he’s asking me about things I need to be at work to look at.” You get up, gathering your things and Ten approaches you, touching your hand. “It means a lot to me that you are coming tomorrow,” he confesses. “I wish our situation was different, but it’s better than losing you altogether.” You nod in agreement, staring into his small brown eyes. Your pinky interlocks with his, a small gesture of love that said you felt everything he did without saying a word. You know each other better than anyone else, and right now, you are sure he wants a kiss as bad as you do. “Ten, I-” There’s a knock on the door, and his assistant returns, reminding him of his upcoming meeting. Her eyes dart to your finger with his, and though she played it off well, a hint of green jealousy flashes in her eyes. It doesn’t give you the pleasure that she feels that way, but you don’t feel bad about it either. You are going to get Ten back, whatever it takes.

You slowly loosen your grasp from his, excusing yourself as you let him finish his business. You send him a quick text, letting you know you will see him tomorrow, the weight of your feelings heavier on your heart than before. 

You stare at yourself in the mirror, flattening your dress, so it does not get wrinkled. You are wearing a rose champagne-colored dress, showing off your tanned shoulders and wrapped in a perfect bow. You accessorize with a small clutch, your diamond necklace, and stilettos completing your look. You wear your hair down, partly because Ten loved it when you wore it that way, saying to you once, “it brings out your eyes that can see into my heart.” What a romantic that guy is. “Are you ready?” a voice calls from downstairs. You asked your best friend Irene to come with you, not because you wouldn’t know anyone there, but for moral support. She knows about your feelings for Ten and has encouraged you to tell him about how you feel. “Yeah,” you take one last look at yourself before leaving your bedroom. Irene meets you at the door, wearing a deep red velvet dress paired with chandelier diamond earrings and a matching clutch. You two are a dynamic duo when you go out, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. “You… look hot,” Irene’s in awe as she walks with you down the steps. “Thank you,” you reply, nervously playing with your hands. “I feel like I’m going to throw up.” “Well, let’s not do that,” Irene advises, rubbing your shoulders. “It’s going to be okay. What’s the worse that’s going to happen?” “He could say no and tell me to fuck off,” you pout. Irene rolls her eyes and nudges you out the door, locking it behind her. 

“You are dramatic. Ten would never do that to you.” Deep down, you know she is right. Ten has never been cruel to you in that way, and your thoughts come from a fear of rejection. The car ride was silent; the trip to the gallery seemed shorter than when you came yesterday. You’re lost in your thoughts, replaying a scenario where you confess your feelings to him. God, being in love can fucking suck sometimes. “We’re here,” Irene sings, pulling into a parking space. You take your time walking into the building, noticing the buzz of people coming in to admire his work. After taking a glass of champagne, you swallow a mouthful to calm your nerves while you look for Ten. You wander slowly, observing the art hung in frames. You can feel his emotion in each piece, from the vibrant colors to the shades of blue. It felt like you were looking at different stories, makings of what makes him who he is. “Hey,” you feel a hand touch your side. “I’m glad you came.” Ten is beside you, wearing a peach-colored suit with a white shirt underneath, exhibiting his body and looking very expensive. You bite your lip and look at him once over before leaning in for a hug. “Looking good as always,” you grin, your heart beating a mile per minute. “Says the goddess,” he smiles softly. “We are kind of matching.” You chuckle at the similarity, returning your focus back to his painting. “This painting,” you point around. “All of this; It’s fantastic. I’m really proud of you.” “Thank you,” he pauses. “I have one  more piece I am revealing in a few minutes. I need to go get ready.” Ten leans in, kissing you on the cheek before walking to his assistant. You look over at Irene, who raises her eyebrows, and you playfully wave her over. Ten’s lips touching your skin made you feel butterflies in your stomach that you hadn’t felt in a long time. Being around him feels right, like you were made for him. “Attention, everyone. The artist Ten Lee is ready to present his work.” The room's sound becomes silent as Ten steps in front of a portrait covered by a curtain. He is jingling his wrist, a sign that only you know, which means he's nervous. “Thank you all for coming,” he begins. “I’ve been working on this piece for almost a year, and it means a lot to me. It represents a time, a moment that I had with someone I care about, and the ending of a chapter. I’ve been thinking about that night ever since, and if I could turn back time and make things different, to make it last forever, I would. But since I can’t do that, I turned it into this piece I can look at for the rest of my life. So here it is: Summertime Sadness.” Ten pulls the curtain off the canvas, revealing a beautifully dry brushed painting of a woman in red at a beach, looking towards the ocean. Chills run down your spine as you recognize the dress, hair, and moon's appearance that night. Ten made a painting about you. The cameras are clicking away as people around you rave about his work, calling it the best thing he has created. You bite your lip, trying to hold back tears, your heart feeling like it's beating out of your chest. Ten has done many things to show that he cares, but this tops everything he’s done. You gaze at each other, and he smiles softly, motioning for you to follow him. He takes you back to his office, walking you in and locking the door behind him. 

“Listen, I know you hate surprises, and I’m sorry–” “Ten,” you interrupt him. “I love you, okay? I love you, I am in love with you, and I will be for the rest of my life. Please, shut up and kiss me already.” He wastes no time kissing you hungrily, wiping away your tears, and shoving papers off of his desk. You hop on, eagerly tugging at his belt until it’s undone, pushing his pants down past his hips. His hands travel dangerously to your legs, hiking up your dress above your ass and pulling your panties to the side. His thumb rubs against your clit, a low moan escaping your lips. “I miss you,” he confesses in between kisses. “I love you, and I’m sorry.”

Ten leaves you with one last lingering kiss before getting on his knees, eyeing your wet heat. He pulls you closer to him, tearing off your panties completely before diving in. Your body goes into overdrive, your fingers clutching his hair as he sucks on your clit and eats you like it was his last meal on Earth. You would’ve killed to have him in between your legs a week ago, and here you are, about to cum in his mouth. “Fuck, baby, you taste so good,” he hums on your clit. “All nice and juicy just for me.” He slips two digits inside you, his expression dark and lustful as he pumps you at a slow, menacing pace. Ten stands up, kissing you voraciously, his pants falling to his ankles. He is as close to you as he can be, but you want him on your skin. You want to be overtaken by him and fucked senseless to make up for the lost time. The hard bulge poking out of his briefs? You need that inside of you. Now. “God, Ten,” ravenous moans escape your lips. “I need you. I want you so fucking bad—” You didn't have to say another word. He snatches his fingers out of you and pulls out his cock instead. Hard, dripping with pre-cum, like sweet honey, he uses it to lubricate himself before lining up at your entrance; slowly, he enters you, with sweet satisfaction you both feel as he inserts himself deeper into your tight hole. His fingers dig into your side as he thrusts into you, his animalistic movements forcing you to hold on to him tightly. “This sweet pussy will always be mine,” Ten grits his teeth. “Nobody can love you or fuck you like I can. Who has you taking this fat dick with a hundred people just down the hall? Who has your legs spread and pussy gushing all over his cock and desk?” Your moans turn into screams, with him muffling your mouth with his fingers as pleasure washes over you. You gaze at each other, sweat dripping down his forehead as he fucks you harder, the desk shifting back against the bookshelf. The coil in your stomach snaps, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as your release comes fast and heavy. “Yes, baby,” he whispers. “Come for me. Give it all to me.” Your hands instinctively squeeze your nipples through your dress, and your legs spasm as he fucks you deeper. His breathing is labored, and he gets sloppy, lifting you up and holding you as he thrusts up. “I’m gonna cum inside of you, okay?” he moans. “I’m going to fill your cunt with my load, and we will deal with the consequences later.” At this point, you don’t care. You want to be filled with his seed, your heart swelling with joy and gratitude that you got to feel him again. Ten lets out a loud groan, his load spurting inside you and dripping between your folds. He kisses you delicately this time, the rare link people rarely find with others, felt in the office bringing you together as one. “I want us to be together again,” he declares. “Really?” You laugh between pants for air. “I think I got the idea.” He kisses you once more before pulling out of you, laying you gently on the desk. He reaches into his desk, grabs a packet of wipes, and helps you get clean. You adjust your dress and hair, not wanting to give anyone the idea that you got railed at a photo exhibit. Finally, Ten adjusts himself, and you watch him with adoration. “I love you, Ten,” you breathe. “I’ve always been in love with you. This connection, you and I, I don’t want with anyone else, and there has been no one else but you. I’ve been with you since we were kids; you are all I’ve known for the past seven years. I don’t know where we go from here to make this work, but I miss you, and I can’t go another year without—” His lips are pressed against yours, tears collectively falling down each other’s faces. KNOCK! KNOCK! “Ten,” his assistant’s voice booms through the door. “Are you okay in there?” You look at each other, bursting into laughter, your body naturally falling into his arms. He opens the door to his shocked assistant, walking out of the office with your hand holding his. “I’m okay. Just getting my girl back, that’s all.”

You married him. You and Ten said your vows at your house in the Hamptons two weeks after his exhibit. You agreed that you loved each other and would never part again, so why wait forever when it could start now?

“You may now kiss the bride.” You have had plenty of kisses with Ten, but this felt different. Kissing him as his wife had a new ring to it, a promise of the life you two would always have with each other. “Congratulations, you two!” your best friend Irene screams. “You finally did it!” It was a small ceremony, with aside from Irene, your parents and siblings were the only people you wanted there. He wore a linen suit, and you wore a white sundress, perfectly matching his. Ten wanted something small because he wanted to go on a month-long honeymoon to make up for the two years that were wasted being apart. You couldn’t agree with him more. You partied into the night and made love outside on the beach when everyone left, not caring if anyone walked by and saw you. Like he said, making up for the lost time. You stayed up and watched the sunrise, knowing you had a flight to take in the afternoon. “I love you, baby,” you beam at him. “I love you more, princess,” he kisses your temple, holding you close. Being in his arms felt right; the summertime sadness you felt in your heart finally disappeared.

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[v-m-k-m]

Picture this: I am laying naked and alone on the queen size mattress that was a bed for me and was given to me for free and with stains. I didn't really think about it, I thought 'Oh well, I’ll just cover it with an extra sheet'. I just put it on the wooden floor, thinking it would have been nice to sleep more in contact with the ground. I changed its position in the room a couple times during those three months.

I remember being caught with terror when the chef from work had told me how a bedroom is supposed to be furnished, some kind of feng shui I guess, and she told me how if the bed is reflected into a mirror, it will attract a third person in your current relationship. I was so scared. She also said it was very dangerous to sleep with your feet towards a door, and to listen to the room because it could be haunted. She told me all this one night we had afterwork drinks on a Saturday, we were sitting in the back room of a pub hotel on Enmore road. I was drinking just a beer, because anything else would have been too expensive, and listening to these stories. Everyone was agreeing with her and absolutely believing all this. They tried to cheer me up when they saw how paranoid I was and how wide open from horror my eyes were. It was already such a bad time in my life. Last thing I needed was to cheat/be cheated on or to have ghosts in the only safe place I knew and which I was paying with my hard work. My eyes spilled tears and I felt so much anxiety and fear and exhaustion - my thoughts weren't rational anymore. My collegues tried to cheer me up. I was very scared to go home and later I would have begged my partner to sleep over, so I could feel safe.

I am trying to recall what happened during those months as everything is blurred into 14 hours shifts at work and take away Thai food - often pad see ew, which is my favourite. I do remember standing on the bus at night, my feel swollen, my legs absolutely exhausted, my eyes closing from tiredness. I started putting on big headphones and hearing to some Italian trap, while watching outside the lights of cars and bars and phone screens of people walking their way through the weekend. Feeling numb, dirty, tired as - still choosing to save money, getting off the bus and walking half of the way back home. With hindsight, I can also understand why I was able to appreciate my 12 years-older-than-me co-worker flirtatious and flattering ways. I needed validation, I needed people who were able to accept and like something about me. I understood though, he didn’t really know who I was, so he simply could not like me for who I really was, and I shut him down before he even could. After all, I already had someone next to me, who would sneak into my room through the window every night and with whom I would make love, plans, and mistakes. And we would sleep together.

I have been very naive for a long time. Then, I got hurt very badly and couldn't cope with the pain from those traumas, so I made myself numb through exhaustion, trusting my partner to do me good only. Took a while to get the message through. I often had mental breakdowns, I was sleeping and living with anxiety, I had severe depressive episodes where I would only lay there in my room all day, not even changing my underwear, not even getting water - just waiting for the day to end. I would sometimes get the train and wait my partner outside work, so we could have dinner somewhere or walk all the way back together and talk about the day and our feelings and thoughts, before heading back to my room/home and get naked for cuddles.

[elbertoko]

#IFTTT #the sleepy head

[lifewithoutmeds]

February 7, 2023

tuesday evening, 8:08 p.m.

i stopped work around 5, made and had dinner with lorena (her contribution: leftover pad thai from Sanamluang Cafe, my contribution: chicken panang with a ton of bellpeppers), and she headed out to go hang with reyna before taking her to the airport where she’ll be taking off to baltimore to go visit her brother.

i did some dishes and prepped a bit for an In Office day tomorrow (pre-grinding my coffee, packing up some rice and panang for lunch), and moving things around from my computer’s hard drive to the external hard drive so i’m able to upload and edit and work on youtube videos (i had gone fishing with my mom on friday and got some gopro footage, but was unable to upload it due to lack of space. one new external hard drive and a quick reformat later, and now i’m finally transferring some files over.)

last week felt normal, but i’ve been feeling a little off since the weekend. on friday i went fishing with my mom, and saturday just did some errands/chores, and sunday lorena suggested we go fishing as she hadn’t in a while, so we went up to santa barbara, fished for a couple hours, then i thought we could go get some pasta in little tokyo, but there was a wait, so we swung by the adjacent mermaid cafe and lo and behold who would i find there but grace, having a quick drink with her old college roommate and her husband. despite our table being ready at pasta e pasta, somehow i/we were convinced to go join the party for an izayaka dinner where we got buzzed, then to tony’s where lorena and grace got drunk. at some point, though all seemed good and well, the night seemed to turn a bit for me. they both went inside i guess to grab a drink, but left me outside for quite a bit. i tried playing some songs on the jukebox to entertain myself, then texted each of them a few times, and finally came in to find them deep in talk, and i felt a touch of ... jealousy? envy? hard to tell. they tried to be like oh we forgot the time, we were talking you up saying how much we loved you! but i think something about it was triggering, and i felt left out, and i felt that gy was working her charm and somehow .... i don’t know, i think i felt weirdly threatened by it, or maybe i felt just like left out. gy was being funny and entertaining and at some point suggested lorena and i kiss, which i thought odd, and i objected, but gy whispered quickly in korean that lorena was into it, and that took me by total surprise and made me reevaluate for about two seconds before deciding against it, ultimately.

eventually we made our way home, with me dropping grace off and somehow getting lorena and i home. actually i think lorena asked to be taken to reyna’s, so i obliged, and then the next day, despite not having drunken much or being hung over, i felt like death/wanting to die, and was unable to do anything but occasionally check my mail and just kind of sleep. at some point lorena made some pasta and we watched white lotus but she seemed bored/distracted, was constantly on her phone, and we both seemed to just want to nap/be somewhere else/doing something else and i felt stupid and fat and unlikeable and self conscious.

today managed to be better, and i ate the rest of the pasta, and managed to shower (for the first time in quite a while), take my meds, drink coffee, and get some work done, and even make up at least for a couple hours for the previous day, and go through most of my checklist, but i just kinda felt weird and anxious and ... i dunno, insecure? did i think grace was seducing her? did i think grace was more funny/charming/better looking than me? did i think grace was coming on to lorena or vice versa? was i just being triggered because i felt left out and sometimes i feel like grace kinda gets into a clique that i’m left out of? because i know that’s a feeling i often get.

ultimately, i don’t think sparks were flying between the two of them or they’re rushing to become best friends without me, and grace seemed to have blacked out/not remember most of the night and certainly didn’t remember trying to get us to make out, and both she and lorena insisted that what they mostly did was talk me up and how great i am and how much they both loved me, which was certainly nice to hear, but i think i would have rather been present for it than alone outside in the cold, wondering when they were coming back. i think sometimes i’m afraid that i’m just the driver, the valet, the beer-getter, i’m just the errand girl while everyone else just lives their life and for whatever the reason, i allow it and people expect it and it’s just terrible and makes me feel like boundaries are being crossed but no one, including myself, respects me enough to do anything about it.

anyway. i texted some with gy and talked some with lo, and feel better in general, but just a bit uneasy, a bit insecure with where i stand with both of them, maybe vaguely afraid they’re in love with each other and once again, lorena falls in love with everybody but me, and maybe if i weren’t so fat or so self loathing, i could be loved, but .... as it is, it’s currently hopeless and i’m unloveable. i know these are just bad feelings but i’m just trying to flesh them out because i’m really not sure where these entrenched triggers are coming from. i hope i can calm down sooner than later.

[svnflowervol666]

So I know I’m a little late but what if on Valentine’s Day you couldn’t find someone to watch Lulah (and she’s obvs your valentine as well) so you come over Valentine’s Day and you can’t do to much but while she’s watching a movie have a quickie in the laundry room and have a ✨romantic✨ Valentine’s Day the day after

I am also VERY late in responding but I love this so much I wanted to wait until I had a moment to sit down and write down all of my thoughts on this glorious ask 😩

This 100000% happens when they have their first Valentine’s as a couple. I’ve always seen Lulah as being a November baby so she’s just turned 2 when this happens!! Maybe Nana had promised to babysit in advance but she ended up making plans and had completely forgotten about it, leaving Harry with no sitter.

He feels sooooo bad about it because it’s his first Valentine’s Day with Y/N and he had everything planned out so meticulously that even he was impressed with himself. Being the gracious woman that she is, Y/N reassures him over and over again that it’s fine and they can always go out another weekend because it’s just a silly little holiday created under capitalism and they can show each other that they love one another any day out of the year.

She agrees to spend the night with them still because Lulah is her Valentine too and they order Pad Thai for them and plain noodles for Lulah to make her feel included!! They mostly hang out on the sofa in the living room, listening to Lulah ramble in her baby voice about “Balentine’s Day” and Harry and Y/N nearly cry when Lulah asks if Y/N will be her other Valentine (she disclosed to Y/N that Harry already asked her to be his Valentine that morning but she can have another and that it’s okay).

They finish the night off with a movie, with Lulah cuddled up on top of Harry and Y/N curled into his side. Lulah falls asleep with leftover chocolate covered strawberry residue all over her lips and Y/N was just starting to feel her eyes grow heavy when Harry startles her by snapping the lace of the bra she’d worn over to his house. It was actually a very scandalous, lingerie piece that she’d worn under her clothes and the feeling of the elastic snapping at her skin makes her jolt awake.

“What’s this?” Harry asks quietly as to not wake Lulah.

He can see the lingerie peeking through and it’s a stark contrast from the baggy, ratty T-shirt she currently had on.

Y/N chuckles, rubbing her knuckles against her eyes to snap herself out of that hazy feeling. She cranes her neck up to plant a kiss on Harry’s jaw.

“Put Lulah to bed and you’ll find out,” she whispers, her voice is laced with a hint of mischief that makes the corners Harry’s lips tug outward.

“Just because we couldnt go out tonight Doesn’t mean we can’t celebrate.”

Before she can even get a look at his face to gauge his reaction, he’s pushing her off of him and rushing as quickly as he can with a sleeping Lulah in tow to get the real party started.

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[bentforkent]

polaroid

spencer reid x gender neutral!reader

no content warnings (except sweet fluff and banter, as per usual)

word count: 1581

in which spencer is your cute roommate 

“spencer reid, i swear to god, if you don’t take out this trash like i asked you to two days ago, i might scream.”

“you’re screaming anyways, to be fair.”

you let out a frustrated groan, shaking your head at him and stalking to your room.

spencer was a great roommate, usually. he’d listed his guest room for rent years ago, and you, desperate for a space to call your own, had jumped. his apartment was nice, dark walls covered in organized clutter spencer had accumulated over the years. when you came to tour the space, you peered up at his walls. there were newspaper clippings, receipts, nightclub wristbands, polaroid photos, all organized into a neat grid.

“okay, i’ll take the room,” you said, deciding that a man who was this meticulous and sentimental couldn’t possibly murder you in your sleep.  you would’ve rented the room either way, honestly, the price of the place was too good to pass up. you figured that’s probably because not many people wanted to live with a random man, but you had chalked spencer up to be pretty much harmless. “under one condition,” you stated.

spencer was taken aback by this, not really believing you were in the position to put stipulations onto your agreement. “what’s your condition?” he inquired, choosing his words carefully so as not to promise you anything.

“i get to put some of my stuff up on the walls too.”

this he could get behind. at least you weren’t asking to completely overhaul his interior design. in fact, you embraced it, and wanted to be involved. he liked that. his last roommate had been somewhat of a recluse, and as much as spencer was okay with not being bothered, the roommate’s presence made his apartment feel significantly less like home.

but when you moved in, you never left him alone. spencer’s introverted nature means he should’ve been completely bothered by this. but you’re so warm, such a presence, that he embraced it. every time you begged him to watch a movie with you, go get dinner with you, or to just sit at the kitchen table with you while he did his paperwork, his heart stirred. he enjoyed living with you, and you him. except when he forgets to take out the trash.

“y/n,” he whines, following you. spencer, in all of his softness, can’t handle when you’re upset with him. “i’m sorry i didn’t take out the trash,” he says, pushing your door open and flopping onto your bed next to you.

you look up from your phone to glance at him.

“i would love to get takeout tonight, but we can’t because there’s nowhere to throw the containers away,” you say dryly, turning back to your phone, and carding one hand through his hair. he makes a noise of dissent and sticks out his bottom lip. you twirl a strand of his hair around your finger.  

“well i could go take it out now, but you’re playing with my hair,” he says. you scratch at his scalp gently, then remove your hand.

“go, then. i’ll order food. thai?”

when he comes back, you’re sitting on the rug of the living room, flicking through your dvd collection.

“wanna watch a movie?” you ask. “i’m picking.”

he shakes his head with a laugh. “i can’t remember the last time i picked, y/n.”

“yeah, you like boring movies.” you look up at him, and he gives you a pleading look. “fine. you can pick.”

he ends up picking some foreign movie you have to rent online. he promises profusely that he’ll translate in your ear the whole time, and that’s enough to sell you. when your food arrives, you place his meal on a plate like he likes it, and opt to eat yours out of the styrofoam box. you curl up against his side, and he wraps his arm around you.

“thanks for taking out the trash, finally,” you murmur. he shushes you. god forbid you interrupt his movie.

he begins to whisper translations to you, and you’re immediately tense. you’re overwhelmed. his arm is around you, his lips brushing against your ear, his hand in your hair. and spencer’s just your roommate, you know this. but that doesn’t mean he’s not attractive. anyone with eyes could see that. you just had to keep that to yourself, because you lived together and it would be weird if he ever found out you had a tiny crush on him.

okay, a big crush on him.

you discovered your feelings for spencer a few months ago when the two of you had spent the night at a hotel for the weekend, simply because spencer was off of work and you wanted to lounge by the pool with him. both of you needed to relax, and a mini-vacation had been perfect. there was only one bed in the room, because you booked the smallest (and cheapest) room possible, but neither of you were phased. you’d spent the night in each other’s beds multiple times before, usually after a particularly long, deep conversation or a movie night.

“do you think god exists?” you asked, lying in bed with him.

“oh my god, go to sleep, y/n,” spencer groaned. you pouted, turning away from him and hiking the blanket up to your chin.

a beat passes.

“do you want to go explore?” you asked. there was always something exciting about finding a weird room in a hotel you’d never been to before.

spencer let out a heavy sigh and sat up, flicking the lamp on. “no, y/n.” you knew he was irritated with you. it was 3 am, but you just couldn’t sleep. his dark circles were pronounced, his shoulders tense. “how can i help you right now?” he asked.

“you don’t want to help me, you just want to go to sleep,” you said petulantly, back still turned to him.

“if i help you, i can fall asleep, because you won’t be bothering me with all your questions,” he replied, voice low and gravelly.

“no, turn the lights off.”

“you’re so dramatic.”

“leave me alone, i’m trying to sleep, spencer.”

spencer was too tired to argue with you, so he turned off the light and laid back down, desperate for sleep. it took all of two minutes for you to open your mouth again.

“spencer?”

he didn’t answer, but you knew he was awake from the pattern of his breathing.

“spencer,” you said again, dragging out the word in a sing-songy tone and flipping to face him.

he opened his heavy eyes and gazed at you. “shut up and go to sleep,” he said, and punctuated his sentence with a firm kiss to your lips. you were stunned into silence by the action. satisfied, spencer turned away from you and promptly fell asleep. you didn’t say another word until morning, and even then, neither one of you brought it up, falling back into your normal relationship with ease.

as you’re watching spencer’s russian movie, he can tell you’re on edge. he intentionally brushes his lips against your earlobe just to watch you squirm. didn’t you know he’s a profiler? he’s had you figured out for years. he knows all your tells. he knows that you’re head-over-heels for him. he likes this, because he feels the same way. spencer takes pleasure in bothering you simply because it gives him power that he doesn’t generally have with you. you’re so headstrong, so sure of yourself. but when his breath is fanning over your neck, he’s in control.

you pull away from his grasp suddenly, accidentally flinging a bit of pad thai across the couch. he chuckles, and you narrow your eyes at him at the sound. “you’re doing this on purpose!”

“doing what on purpose?” he says coyly.

“getting me all hot and bothered!”

“is that what’s happening?” he asks, a teasing tone to his voice. he sets his plate down on the coffee table, but you hold your takeout container to your chest as if it creates a barrier between you and him. your eyes are wide, and again, you’re surprised into silence.

“when are you gonna admit it, y/n?” he asks. if this were a normal conversation between the two of you, you would ask him “admit what,” but you knew what he was talking about.

“you’re mean,” you say simply, placing your meal down and crawling over to him. “you win. kiss me now.”

he cups your face gently and pulls you into a deep kiss. there’s no hesitation before you’re kissing him back, moving closer to straddle his waist. he moans softly into your mouth, and you take his parted lips as an invitation to deepen the kiss. your hands find their way into his hair, tugging softly. for all of his cockiness earlier, you’re in control now. he’s putty in your hands. his hands reach the hem of your shirt, and he pulls away to ask you for permission.

“wait!” you exclaim. you clamber out of his lap, grabbing his polaroid camera off of the shelf where he keeps it. he gives you a questioning look, but you shake your head. “smile, spence,” you sing. he grins. he looks happy. his lips are swollen, you note, but you think only you would notice. his eyes are honey colored, illuminated by the forgotten tv playing across from him. you snap the picture, and pin it to the wall.  

(author’s note: if you’re reading this and you liked it, read my series to the moon and to saturn!)

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Stark’s Girl

part 013/015 “i’m not going anywhere”

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The Avengers Compound has not changed one bit, albeit the lack of people roaming the halls was hard to ignore. Your first couple months with Nat had gone relatively smoothly and you didn’t have a single blackout episode yet, but you had been taking precautions. You didn’t tune into the news, opting instead for streamed episodes of that Office show tony demanded you finish. Natasha had introduced you to podcasts, but you were careful to avoid any of the ones about “Moving on After the Blip,” or “Remembering before the Blip,” because you were sure you’d lose it. Sometimes you chose to just listen to soft classical music, which was your choice for today. It was the weekend, things had been quiet on the communication end for Natasha, so she dismissed you for a couple days (not that she wouldn’t be able to call for you if she needed, but the idea of having free time was nice.)

Every week you set aside some time to come to the deserted half of the Residence hall.. The rooms that once were lived in by other Avengers were abandoned, and this was one of the most glaring reminders of what was lost four years ago. You had a pattern that you always stuck to, and you always started with Sam’s room, clearing off any dust that may have accumulated and repositioned the knick knacks that adorned the shelves that lined the walls. There were pictures of him with his flight partner wearing the wings that Sam had made his own. 

Vision’s room was a little more bare. And by a little more you mean it was basically two chairs and a painting. Nonetheless you made sure the painting always hung straight and no dust dared to stay on the famous Mulberry Tree. Sometimes you’d stop and wonder why Vision had chosen this painting out of everything, and almost always you opted for the answer that Vision admired Van Gogh’s acknowledgement of no matter his place in the world, all he could do was carry on and paint. Maybe that resonated with Vision, especially given his connection with Wanda.

Wanda’s room was more homey, you had always admired what she had done with the place. There had been a number of times she’d let you come in with a bowl of popcorn and you both would watch old timey sitcoms together. You took great care in making sure her room was exactly how she left it, and made sure to replace the vanilla sage wall scent just in case.

The last room that you often avoided was Steve’s. Nat said that he stopped by often for laundry purposes and to check in, but you had yet to see him since you moved back in. Was it an invasion of privacy or was it a nice gesture since you’d done everyone else’s? With a deep breath and steady hand, you pushed open Steve’s door and turned the light on and took in the sight.

It was almost exactly how you remembered it. The bed remained untouched all this time, still made perfectly just how Steve had done every morning. No one must’ve come in here in awhile, or maybe Steve did the last time he had come to see Nat, because there was a faint hint of his cologne in the air. You did notice that the small touches Steve did have in here were long gone, the only hint that anything had adorned the shelving in the room was the faint outlines that were slowly but surely being covered by dust. You hesitantly ran a dust rag over the shelving, going row by row before beeping interrupted your cleaning regime.

“Stupid earphones,” you grumbled and took them out your ear and shoved them into your pockets. You made a note to self to charge them when you went back to your room (and not run them through the washer like you did with tony’s pair that one time). You reached down for the windex to spray the mirror that hung on the wall when you gasped at the sight of someone standing behind you.

“What the hell, Steve,” you exclaimed. 

Steve stood in the doorway holding a basket with what looked like a heap of clothing in it. The small smile that graced his face let you know that he was amused, and not afraid to show it. “So we’re breaking and entering now?”

The callback to your first meeting post-Siberia fallout didn’t fall flat. You stood a little straighter and motioned towards the door. “I um.. I did the other’s and thought I should do yours too.”

“That’s a nice gesture,” Steve confirmed. He took small strides into the room, never giving off more than a casual vibe, and set his basket down on the bed. Steve proceeded to start folding the clothes he pulled out and you weren’t sure if you should leave or not, but the feeling was quickly squashed. “Don’t let me stop you from your routine.”

The term he used made you raise a brow, but you also didn’t question him on how he knew of your routine. Instead, you turned back to the mirror and sprayed it down, and wiped away the liquid with paper towels. The only sound in the room was the light squeaks made from your wipes, and the soft sound of his clothes falling into folded piles. When you finished you turned around and set the windex in the carrier you had with more cleaning supplies which caused him to look up from what he was doing. “Right I should.. Get out your way.”

You grabbed the carrier with no objection from Steve and made your way to the door. As much as it pained you to admit it, sometimes you missed his company. Steve had always been the one person you felt at home with, besides Tony and his family of course. But with Steve it was like.. Like how Pepper and Morgan were to Tony.. His family. Steve had begun to feel like yours, and maybe that’s why it was hard to not have that anymore. But his voice tore you from your thoughts, and froze you in your tracks. “Have you had dinner yet?”

“What?” You asked, unsure if he was even speaking to you. You turned around to him and he indeed was looking your way, folding a shirt in the process.

“Have you had dinner?” He asked again.

“Uh,” you checked your wrist and the watch you were wearing blinked back up at you that it was 6:45. “Actually no I haven’t.”

“Nat was planning on a late night to catch Rhodey on an update on a mission,” Steve started, placing the shirt he was folding down behind him and meeting your gaze again. “I was thinking Thai?”

You didn’t answer right away, averting your gaze to the floor in thought, which made Steve smile. “Oh come on.. I know it’s your favorite.”

You couldn’t help but laugh and raise a brow at him. “We’ve resorted to bribery?”

“If that’s what it takes,” Steve admitted. You found yourself biting your lip and finally gave him a nod.

“Alright, I’m game, but only if I get some of those little cheese rolls,” you countered. Steve nodded with a grin on his face.

“Deal. I have another load finishing but let’s meet in the kitchen in.. Thirty?” He asked.

You nodded in agreement and took a step back out the room, “Thiry.”

It was a nerve wrecking thirty minutes. Did you dress up? Why would you even dress up? Steve was just being.. Nice. That was all! And you weren’t so easily swayed with the offer of food, though the grumbling in your stomach said otherwise. When you had caught a glimpse of yourself you hurriedly changed out of the disheveled shirt you had been wearing and threw on some sweater you had found in your closet. It was warm and cozy, but also more put together. Did you want to look put together? God, why were you even stressing out like this? Steve and you were done, finished, over.. But you couldn’t help but think back to his smile. The damn smile was enough to make your head feel light. You tapped your phone against your thigh when a message came thru from Nat, and you scoffed at it.

Nat: Give me a heads up if things get steamy, I don’t want to hear make up sex tonight.

You weren’t going to reply, even when she double texted using that winky face emoji with its tongue out. You opened your bedside drawer and tossed your phone in there and decided you weren't going to stress about this anymore. You were going to go down to the kitchen and enjoy your favorite food from your favorite place (did Steve remember that too?) and.. See what happens. Go with the flow is what Tony always told you right? You didn’t want to stop and think if that applied to dealing with Steve again, and instead threw open your door and made your way to the kitchen.

The sweet and savory aroma that filled your nose as you came into sight was welcomed, and the sight of the familiar logo of the restaurant made you even more giddy. Steve did remember. He was pulling out take out boxes and the given chopsticks and dressings when he glanced up to see you approaching, and cracked a smile while he continued to lay everything out. “I think I remembered everything.. Shrimp pad thai, level three spice.. Let’s see..”

He drifted off as you watched him pull out another smaller box and give a little nod to himself. “Soft spring rolls with the peanut sauce,” he paused and pulled the small container of liquid out of the bag. “And as promised, an order of cheese rolls.”

He set everything aside and you chuckled, “Wow you really remembered everything down to the sauce.”

“What can I say, I’m a man of my word,” he motioned to the rest of the common space. “Maybe we can watch something while we eat?”

“Sounds good to me,” you agreed, and carefully with stacked takeout boxes, Steve and you made your way over to the common area, sitting on the same couch but with a comfortable space between you two. The night divulged into the two of you eating dinner, and Steve had picked one of the shows Wanda had introduced him to, called I Love Lucy. You weren't sure how long you both had stayed in the same spots, but the food was long gone, and it was pitch black outside. But you were.. Comfortable. You were enjoying his presence, though you both did still keep your distance. It was significantly colder now since there wasn’t much movement in the room, and you sat back with your legs under you and arms crossed over your body, your sweater no longer much help.

Steve took notice a while ago and had periodically checked his watch. The time neared closer to 11, and knowing you sooner or later you would fall out. The lights may have been dimmed but he could see the way your hands pulled your sweater cuffs to cover your fingers. But you didn’t make a move, which he didn’t know why. Well.. He kind of knew why because he had felt the same way. He was just as nervous as you were, but he didn’t want to see you suffer in silence. “It’s gotten a bit chilly, I’m gonna grab a blanket real quick.”

You had let out a small mhm, and Steve stood and walked over to the cabinets that surrounded the tv you both were watching, and grabbed one to use. He proceeded to sit back where he had been all night, and spread the blanket over his lap. As he fiddled with the fabric he glanced your way and saw you eyeing the soft cover, and he lifted the part closest to you. “There’s plenty to share if you want?”

You weren’t so hesitant this time. Steve only held the blanket open for you for a few seconds before you grabbed a hold of it and slid yourself closer to him so the blanket covered you fully. You glanced his way as you made yourself comfortable right by his side, and cleared your throat. “Thank you.”

You knew what he was doing, you weren’t completely blind to it, but you also were grateful that he wasn’t making it a big deal. Because it wasn’t right? It was just two adults watching tv, who had dinner together, and sharing a blanket. Totally, completely innocent. You were forced to refocus on the screen when Steve shifted next to you, and his arm draped on the couch behind you.

Innocent enough.. Right?

Steve was relaxing, he was getting comfortable. A few minutes passed before you decided to unwind a bit too. You relaxed deeper into the couch and pulled the blanket up a little higher, and let out a content sigh. In all honesty you couldn’t remember the last time you felt at peace like this. And it was thanks to Steve, which was a little infuriating to admit (because he knew what he was doing, you were sure of that). 

Steve was unsure what was running through your mind, but he knew it must’ve been working a hundred miles a minute. He tried his best to focus on the episodes that passed by, not even aware of how much time had passed when he felt you fall into his side. He glanced down and there you were, laying into his side with closed eyes, and it made him check his watch. Sure enough it was past midnight, which was right on time for you. He could hear the heavy exhales, and he moved very carefully.

The arm he had draped on the back of the couch (in all honesty, in preparation for this moment) he lowered down to hook around you, and used his hand to pull the blanket up higher. Steve kept his arm wrapped around you and relaxed back into the couch, then with his free hand he grabbed the remote and shut the tv off, the bright light fading from the room. The only cast of light came from further down the hall, and allowed him to fully gaze down at you.

Steve had forgotten how peaceful you looked while sleeping, even despite what he knew was running through your mind. So Steve did what he thought was best, he closed his eyes and eventually drifted off to sleep too.

Nat was not prepared to walk into the kitchen early in the morning and catch Rogers and you cuddling on the common room couch. But boy was she living for it. During her morning routine she had a shit eating grin on her face, and prepared her coffee as silently as she could. The coffee pot warmed up with a soft hum, she had made sure to load it with coffee grounds quietly, and when it was ready to be poured she opened up the cabinet, grabbed a mug, and closed it as loud as she could.

Bang.

The sudden noise was enough to startle you, causing your eyes to peel open and be met with the glaring sunlight that poured into..

Oh no. The common room. You were still in the common room.

Your eyes darted to where the sound had come from and there was Nat smiling into her coffee mug, and you slowly shifted your gaze up to Steve who was just waking up. You were now very aware that he was holding you which therefore meant you were cuddling with him. You had never gotten up so fast in your life, pulling the blanket up with you. Steve glanced Natasha’s way and then back at you, who was rolling the blanket up rapidly. “Oh-”

“I’m so sorry,” you offered, and even offered him the blanket back. Steve, with a raised brow, took the balled up blanket with one hand and you proceeded to shake his other. “Thank you for the dinner, Steve.”

And then you were gone in a flash. Steve sighed and set the balled up blanket down and rubbed his face with his hand when a chuckle from the kitchen. Natasha took a couple steps closer to him, and rested her shoulder against a wall. “You’re certainly playing with fire.”

“I wasn’t trying to,” Steve replied as he stood from the couch. Natasha shrugged and tapped her fingers against the mug in her hands. “We fell asleep.”

“All I’m saying is you told me you were going to just ask to have dinner and call it a night.. But here we are,” she couldn’t help but laugh at the end of that statement and Steve rolled his eyes. “Sorry, it’s just.. Well it’s kind of cute how much you’re trying to deny you didn’t plan this.”

Steve shook his head, and without another word to Natasha he headed to your room. It was a familiar route, right down the hall from his old room, and the door was closed when he finally got there. He lightly tapped his knuckles against the door and rested his shoulder against the frame. He could hear the creak from your bed and your feet hit the floor, and in a few seconds you pulled open the door and blinked up at him.

“Hi,” Steve offered.

“Hi,” you replied back. You didn’t move and neither did he and Steve sighed.

“I’m sorry if that was.. Too much. Just wanted some company last night and lost track of time-”

“I’m sorry for falling asleep on you,” you cut him off. Steve couldn’t help the lopsided smile that spread over his face.

“It’s not a problem at all,” he reassured you. For a second a smile formed over your lips, but then it faded, and your expression fell.

“Steve… What are we doing here?” You asked him point blank. Steve inhaled deeply before lightly shrugging his shoulders.

“I guess I’m just.. Trying to do the right thing,” Steve offered. You smiled sadly at him and he motioned his hand at you. “I missed you and just.. I wanted to do something nice.”

“It was nice, Steve,” you whispered to him before taking a deep breath. “But I’m.. Not ready-”

“I’m not going anywhere,” he whispered to you. You met his gaze and he shook his head lightly at you, not breaking that eye contact. “As long as it takes.. I’ll wait.”

Steve meant what he said, and sure enough he started to come by more. He offered his companionship and in slow strides you accepted his invitations.. But one question looms.

Was Steve going to keep his word?

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cake for dessert

Grayson wants a slice of MJ for dessert on a rainy day

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warnings: badly written smut

A/N: one of the MJ things I promised to upload. It’s storming like crazy here and this is all I want in life rn so I figured this was the one to post.

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A chilly spring rain has descended over LA out of nowhere, as MJ discovers with surprise when she and her best friend Lainey step out of their final store at The Grove. That Saturday had started off warm and sunny, a perfect weekend day to spend out and about, but the storm rolling in is suddenly derailing her and Lainey’s plans for a chill afternoon at the beach.

“Well, shit,” Lainey remarks, glancing up at the dark clouds looming in the not-so-distant skyline.

“Right?” MJ concurs. She scrunches her nose and watches Lainey pout as they consider what else they might do with their Saturday. With MJ still busy working hard at her new job and, admittedly, being wrapped up in the fading newness of Grayson, she and Lainey haven't had much time to spend together. Especially considering her friend’s own relationship and hectic schedule.

A fat raindrop surprises her by landing on her nose, and both of them giggle as the sudden light sprinkle becomes more steady. They hurry down the walkway to the parking garage until they find MJ’s car, hurrying inside and slamming the doors just in time for the rain to start really coming down.

“Looks like we’re going home, unless you want to fight the LA drivers who have no idea what they're doing in the rain to go to a movie or something,” MJ jokes, selecting her favorite rainy day playlist full of Tame Impala, Bon Iver, Rex Orange County, and the like to serenade them on the way back to her apartment.

Lainey laughs. She’s also from out of state and shares MJ’s anecdotal opinion of the LA natives. “Yeah, as much as I want to stay and cuddle and feed each other takeout, I think for that reason I’m gonna have to head out when we get to your place. It’ll take me an extra hour to get home because of this.”

Now it’s MJ’s turn to playfully but also somewhat seriously jut out her lower lip in an impression of Lainey’s earlier pout. “Who’s gonna dangle pad Thai noodles into my mouth, then?”

“I don’t know, babe. Don’t you have a boyfriend or something now?” Lainey smirks, snatching MJ’s phone from her lap and waving it in her face so her lock screen illuminates, an accidental candid she had captured of said boyfriend with that beautiful smile shining right at her.

“It’s not the same,” whines MJ, entering the rapidly congesting highway. “First of all, he’s busy most of the day. Second, he makes it sexy, whereas you’re just plain cute. I don’t think I’m in the mood to be sexy today.”

That was true, for sure. Her outfit consisted of a pair of black leggings, one of Gray’s t-shirts that hung off her body shapelessly, and a baseball cap to hide the fact that she wore no makeup. Between her stuffy nose from the cold she’s fighting and the lack of sleep from the night before, she couldn’t be bothered that morning to try any harder.

Lainey, who had been listening while checking the visor mirror to see if her mascara had survived the rain, feigns offense. “Wow, bitch, are you saying I’m not sexy?”

“Boo, you’re sooo sexy. Grayson should probably thank you for half of my skills based on your tips over the years, now that I think about it,” MJ grins, causing Lainey to cackle.

Their girl talk continues the rest of the surprisingly short car ride back to MJ’s apartment building. MJ pulls up behind Lainey’s car and hugs her bestie over the console.

“Love you. Text me when you’re home so I know you survived the drive.”

“Will do. Love you, babe.”

MJ makes sure Lainey is in her car before driving into her covered spot. The tiredness had been real before, but the pure exhaustion hit her out of nowhere as her mind processes that she’s now home. She’s suddenly looking forward to nothing more than ordering said takeout, soaking in a too-hot bath, and watching The Hobbit series all afternoon.

She shuts the door to her apartment behind her with a sigh and trudges into her room, tossing her bags on her bed. Desperate to start the second half of her day of relaxation, it takes her all of 30 seconds to strip down and make her way into the bathroom. As the soaking tub fills, she selects a Lush bath bomb and bubble bar from the basket on the counter.

With a last-minute face mask applied, hair piled on top of her head to keep it dry, and New Girl ready to play on her phone, she’s just settling into the water with a light moan when the phone begins buzzing on the ledge of her soaking tub. She dries her hands and smiles when she sees Grayson’s name on the FaceTime call.

“Hi, baby,” she answers once his handsome face fills the screen, scooping some of the foamy bubbles closer to her chest so they fluff out cloud-like from her skin.

Grayson grins and takes a second to admire at her. “Hi, sweetheart. You look so fucking cute.”

MJ rolls her eyes but flushes and smiles appreciatively. “If you say so. How’s filming going?”

He puffs his cheeks and blows out the air slowly, running a hand through his hair. “Good, but it’s been a long day. E and I both decided to call it quits early; we’re both way too strung out on no sleep and anxiety to get much else done, especially now that the weather’s gone to shit.”

“I’m sorry, Bear, I know you both wanted to get everything wrapped tonight,” she laments with him, wishing she could comfort him with a kiss to his plump pink lips. “I’m kind of in the same boat. Lainey and I couldn't go to the beach, and between this cold I have and the fact it’s getting harder and harder to sleep without you, I’m so tired.”

Grayson smiles at her in that way he reserves only for her — soft, crooked, his hazel eyes sparkling in the center and crinkling just the tiniest bit at the corners — especially at the sound of her little pet name for him.

“Can I come over? I’ve been thinking about you all day, but I didn't want to cut into your time with Lainey. I just need to be with you.”

“Yes please,” MJ agrees with a sniffle. “As long as you’re the big spoon while we have a couch day. That’s about all I’m gonna be good for today, I think.”

“Of course,” he grins, getting into his car. “Are you gonna be my little cuddle bug all afternoon, Peach?”

She hears an exasperated ‘oh my God’ in the background and can practically see Ethan’s eye-roll out of frame.

“Yeah,” she coos back to her boyfriend, then, “hi, E.”

“Hi, MJ,” he grunts. As she’s naked underneath the clouds of bubbles, Grayson doesn’t angle the phone towards his brother, but she can still hear his voice. “You know, he’s already a cornball most of the time, but you really bring it out of him in droves, dude.”

Grayson doesn’t even react to Ethan, his gaze fixated instead on MJ through the phone. “Good. I sleep better with you in my arms, too.”

“Ugh,” Ethan complains. “Where are my fucking AirPods?”

She does, indeed, hear rustling, presumably from the older twin, but she chooses to ignore him as well. “Can you pick up Thai or Veggie Grill or something on your way over?”

“Oooh, yeah, either of those sound awesome. I’m starving,” Grayson agrees. “I’ll have to drop E off at home first and hopefully traffic wont be too bad both ways. Be there in an hour?”

“Sounds good. Thank you, baby,” she says quietly with a sweet, content smile.

He winks at her, and his voice drops a couple of notches. “No problem, Peach. As long as you’re my dessert.”

Her body rushes with heat, and not from the temperature of the water she’s soaking in. Before she can answer, Ethan groans louder than ever.

“Oh my God, dude, I fucking heard that! Can you keep your cheesy sex talk at zero while we’re literally right next to each other?” His voice suddenly picks up even louder so she can hear him. “MJ, I can’t believe you still let him fuck you when he says shit like that.”

“He makes up for it with the other things his mouth can do,” she retorts, winking at Grayson. Her giggles join Grayson’s howls of laughter and taunts at his brother, who apparently is very much done with the conversation. “Alright, I love you both. Drive safe, please.”

True to his word, Grayson shows up a little over an hour later with a bag of Veggie Grill in one hand and a Starbucks medicine ball in the other. MJ absolutely despises hot tea, and he knows it, but he also knows she won’t be able to resist the soothing warmth of it — especially considering he took the time and effort to get it for her.

He smiles at the sight of her cocooned in the plush, cozy fabric of her favorite blanket and leans down to give her a quick kiss. He hands her the drink, which she does indeed accept with warm eyes and a soft heart. She takes a sip and lets the hot liquid coat her scratchy throat as he plops down next to her with a sigh and sets the food on her coffee table. Grayson cups her cheeks to draw her in for another kiss — lingering, closed-mouthed pecks this time.

“Hi,” he says, smiling and dropping one to her red-tipped nose for good measure.

“Hi,” she whispers, her voice hoarse from mouth-breathing more and more throughout the afternoon. “Sorry I look so gross. This cold is kicking my ass the later it gets. You’re probably going to catch it.”

“First of all: worth it. Second: are you kidding? This is my favorite MJ,” he assures, peppering little kisses all across her forehead as he draws her in to his chest. Her hair is in the same messy bun from her bath, her glasses are on, and she’s dressed in her old college crewneck sweatshirt, boy-short Calvins, and fuzzy socks… “No one gets to see you like this except me. All fresh-faced and beautiful and undone. All mine.”

“Mmm,” MJ hums, snuggling into him and sniffling. “We’ll see how you feel when I’m snoring like a 300 pound grandpa in a little bit because I can’t breathe out of my nose.”

“Okay, but I don’t see how that’ll be different from any other night.” She draws back and smacks him on the arm playfully, scoffing incredulously. He just barks out a laugh and kisses the frown off her lips before distributing their late lunch between them.

They make comfortable small talk while The Office plays quietly in the background, mixing with the patter of rain on the large windows. A fuzzy warm ball settles in the pit of her stomach that has her feeling almost heady at the simple intimacy of the moment.

MJ finishes first. She takes off her glasses and places them on the coffee table next to her tea so she can curl into a ball and nuzzle into Gray’s shoulder. He kisses the top of her head affectionately and finishes his meal in silence while they watch the antics of Michael Scott and gang for the millionth time. Eventually his empty plate joins hers and he opens his burly arms to gather her in his embrace, lying down and bringing her with him.

Grayson chuckles when she fully climbs on top of him so she’s straddling his hips and hugging him with all of her limbs like a koala would a tree, her nose buried into the five o’clock shadow on his neck. He makes sweeping passes up and down her back. “Needy today, sweetheart?”

“A little,” MJ mumbles, eyelids already feeling heavy, even more so when he fixes the oversized blanket around the both of them. He smells so good, feels so solid and warm, his breath tickling her ear soothingly. They FaceTime every day, but their crazy lives have made it where this is the first time in days that they’ve seen each other in person. “Missed you. We both work too much.”

He lets out a little hum of agreement, sighing when he feels her lips pucker to dot baby kisses on his bronze skin. His hands stroke up and down her back comfortingly. “I missed you, too. E and I should have just one more day of shooting before we’ll be home more to work on editing and stuff with the team.”

“I’ll be in Seattle most of next week for a new client recruit,” she reminds, recognizing the inexplicit invitation. “Otherwise I’d come over and work remote with you.”

“Ugh, that’s right,” Gray laments, sighing. “Kiss me. Please?”

MJ gives him a lazy smile when she feels his fingers tilt her chin up. Their makeout is slow and simple and just what the both need, reconnecting after days and lives apart.

A few minutes go by until MJ groans a little and sits up in his lap with a sigh, a string of saliva connecting their lips before breaking with a snap.

“I can’t breathe laying down like that. Or just out of my nose,” she pouts. One of her hands plays with his hair while the other smooths down his t-shirt over his chest where she had rumpled it by laying on him.

Grayson grips her hips and follows her up, hugging her tightly around the middle with those huge, burly arms. “Since you can’t sleep anyways…” he looks at her, and she cocks an eyebrow, her lips quirking questioningly. “Can I have my dessert now? You can sit up on the couch. And no mouth-to-mouth required.”

MJ chuckles and wraps her arms around his broad shoulders, biting her lip as she considers his request. As much as she wants Grayson in any capacity most of the time, today is one of those days where sex just isn't on the table for her.

That being said, can she really resist that tongue? Those lips?

Before she can answer, he continues. “I know you don’t feel good, so I’ll understand if you just aren't up for anything today. But I’m not expecting you to reciprocate at all. I’ve just been wanting… like, basically needing to eat your pussy all week. It’s all I’ve been able to think about for so days.” He traces her jawline with his nose until his lips reach that little spot right behind the hinge and just below her ear, where he licks and nibbles until her hips start shifting in his lap of their own accord. “Please?”

Well, how the fuck is she going to say no to that?

She can’t, and knows he can sense her giving in when he starts to turn them around so she’s reclined against the back of the couch. Grayson grins while he arranges the blankets and pillows around her to get her as comfy as possible.

She watches him fuss over her with loving eyes, but wants to make sure he really is okay with the arrangement, too. “Are you sure? I don’t want to blue ball you. And I can speak from experience that that rug isn't a fun place to be on your knees for an extended period of time.”

Gray smirks at her and plants one more kiss to her lips before sinking down her body, snatching a couple of stray pillows to cushion his knees. “One problem solved. And don't worry about any chance of blue balls; it’s been way too fucking long since I’ve done this, and I’ll be lucky if I don't cum in my pants before I even get you to your first one.”

“Oh, so I’m in for more than one orgasm today?” MJ smiles back down at him and lifts her hips so he can drag her panties down her toned legs, placing her feet on the edge of the couch so she’s nice and open for him once he had the fabric tossed behind him somewhere. “I’d say that was big talk if I didn't know you could back it up.”

She knows he likes a challenge, and combined with his love for being praised and her bare pussy exposed to him at long last, she feels like she’s got a little bit of an upper hand here.

“Always,” he murmurs.

His lips start at the inside of her knee, working their way up to her inner thigh, across her mound to nuzzle in the little patch of hair she hadn't bothered to trim down between waxes, before trekking down the opposite leg. MJ knows his goal is to build up the anticipation for them both, and he’s succeeding; she can hear his breathing intensify as he tries to take in her scent, and she can feel the wetness beginning to leak out of her without so much as a lick from him.

Finally, he brings his hand up to trace her smooth lower lips, glancing up at her with warm yet lustful eyes as he takes in how his teasing is affecting her. MJ gives it right back, sneaking a hand under her oversized sweatshirt to play with her breast. It drives him absolutely crazy seeing her touch herself, but also not being able to see. If she didn't know any better, she would say sometimes he was more obsessed with her boobs than her actual vagina when they get down.

When his eyes turn dark, she grins and uses her free hand to rake through his hair and pull him towards her pussy while simultaneously pinching her nipple just the way she likes. Grayson growls and turns his attention back where she’s directing him, finally parting her with his middle and index fingers to expose her clit. He places a quick kiss directly to it, causing MJ to gasp and grip his dark locks tighter.

He gives it a more sensual smooch and pulls back to watch more of her juices trickle out of her until he can’t resist really getting to work anymore. His moan vibrates against her when his tongue swipes through the sweet wetness, trailing it to her clit with his mouth and giving the nub a gentle suckle before slipping his tongue back to her entrance. MJ lets out little whimpers of bliss as he makes out with her pussy, his tongue reaching as far inside her as it can, wiggling around and slurping down everything that comes out of her.

She lets him eat her out with no real purpose, thoroughly enjoying the constant stimulus of his lips and teeth and tongue without a driving need to make her cum behind it. Her hands flit between stroking his hair comfortingly, to playing with her breasts, to digging her nails across his clothed shoulders.

“Feels so good,” MJ whispers while she watches him work. Her fingers are combing gently through his hair once again to push the dark strands off of his forehead just in time to see his eyes flit open to meet her own.

“Tastes so good,” Grayson growls back, taking a moment to sit on his haunches and get a thorough look at her spread out for him. Her pussy is swollen and wet, the insides of her thighs bare the faint markings of his teeth, and her face is pure bliss even as she sniffs and coughs a bit. “You okay?”

MJ nods. It’s sweet of him to check, but all she wants now is his face back in her pussy. She bites her lip and one of her heels, still clad in a fuzzy sock, digs into the middle of his broad back to push him in. Grayson smirks darkly and follows her lead, his lips immediately suctioning around her plump little clit.

“Fuck…” MJ moans. Her voice is raspier than usual and, like everything else about her today, goes straight to his dick, which throbs untouched in his grey sweats.

He starts working her over with purpose now, determined to get her to cum in the next 30 seconds. He knows he can do it even if she hadn't started chanting, “like that, like that, don’t fucking stop…”

Her moans reach peak levels, as loud as she can be with her sore throat, and her clit throbs on his tongue. Her back arches off the couch and her hands dive fully in his thick hair now to hold him to her, her heel still pressing against his spine doing the same.

Grayson groans and has to remove one of his hands from her hips to reach into his boxers and squeeze his dick hard enough to stave off his own orgasm. He slips two fingers of his other hand in her dripping pussy to give her something to clench around, which doesn’t help his attempt at not cumming literally in his pants when he feels her walls gripping his digits like a vice.

“Baby…” she whines as he brings her down with little kitten licks on her pulsing clit, her thighs quivering around his head. Grayson hums and nuzzles into that delicate skin until the muscles beneath stop trembling, and the flutters around his middle and ring fingers have ceased. He never takes his eyes off her face — eyes closed, mouth agape, cheeks flushed. Beautiful and dismantled because of him.

Once he feels she (and, frankly, he himself) have calmed just enough to be able to take more, he starts to press and curl the fingers inside her. MJ whines softly as the build picks up again, which turns into shrieking when he wraps his swollen lips around her clit again and sucks the nub sharply into his mouth. Between the sloppy wetness of his mouth and the way he applies pressure just right on her g-spot, it takes all of a minute for her to fall apart again. She marvels, not for the first time, at how fucking good he is at this, how well he knows her body.

‘Always’ is right.

Grayson sits back, removes his hand and mouth from her and growls at the sight before him while he pushes against the backs of her thighs. So much for sitting up, as she’s now practically on her back, but neither of them are complaining or stopping to readjust. She’s perfectly exposed for him, her juices and his saliva coating her skin and dripping down her ass, she’s that wet.

“MJ…”

Her name escaping his lips in that husky voice finally gets her to lazily blink her eyes open until her gaze focuses on him as clearly as she can. He looks sexy as fuck on his knees for her, pupils dilated and the stubbled skin of his chin and jaw covered in shiny wetness.

Grayson’s big hands knead the insides of her thighs until he’s confident he has her full attention. He smoothes his palms to the crooks of her knees, moving her gently until she’s practically folded in half, and without breaking eye contact shifts his head that much further down so he can go to town on her even lower.

MJ gasps and shoots one of her hands to his hair, her first instinct being to push him away, until half a second passes and she’s doing the exact opposite. No one has ever done this for her before, and now she’s wondering how she had gone so long without the sensation of his tongue swiping up her cum from that virtually untouched hole.

If she was in any right state, she would have seen Grayson’s smug, quite literally ass eating smirk at her reaction to his ministrations. He isn’t sure why in their nearly eight months together he had never eaten her ass before; it isn’t the first time he’s done it to a girl. Maybe because he treasures sex with MJ more than anyone in his life before, maybe knowing in his heart that they have a long future of making love ahead of them had caused him to wait. What he does know, is that he’ll never be able to resist doing it again when the desire to rises, especially given her voracious response to it.

“Fuck!” MJ wails when he spreads her even more open with his hand so he can have better access, his tongue rimming and prodding her asshole to perfection while the thumb of his free hand presses upward on the hood of her clit. He knows her so well, can sense she’s too sensitive for direct stimulation there, but the pressure right above the bundle of nerves is exactly what she’s craving without her even realizing it.

But he does, and it feels so good — too good; Grayson’s eyes drop closed as he lets her taste and sounds overcome his senses, and it’s like her pleasure is his as his hand finally begins to jerk himself off. He builds up the speed of his strokes with her increased pace of breath, until she cums for a third time, and his tongue is quickly swiping all the way up her crease, from asshole to clit as he stands to his feet. He leans over her with one hand on the back of the couch and licks the last of her off his lips as he takes in her body to fuel him even more, even as clothed as she still is.

MJ starts to come-to enough to realize what he needs, and lifts her shirt to expose more skin to him. She drinks in the sight of her gorgeous boyfriend towering over her with his sweats and boxer briefs pushed down just enough for his equally beautiful dick to be out while he strokes the head aggressively. He’s about to explode and she knows it, just as attuned to his body’s tells as he is with hers.

His face is hovering just above hers, and she watches his mouth drop and his eyes train on her exposed skin. MJ bites her lip and whines, pulling roughly on her nipples while her eyes flit between his face and his cock. “Cum on my pussy, baby, I want it — want your cum all over me, make it your pussy…”

She’s rambling, but it’s all he needed as a deep, relieved groan escapes him, followed by soft grunts as he shoots all over her, exactly where she told him to and then some. MJ moans quietly and knocks his hand out of the way to finish him off herself, squeezing the last drops of the pearly white from him. The fingers of her other hand collect what she can from her skin to keep it from dripping on the couch, spreading it instead over her swollen lower lips.

His chest still heaves when she looks up at him with a tired smile, which he matches with a laugh when her final stroke makes him flinch. He pushes her hand off his cock and tells her, “Don’t move.”

She obeys, and watches him lean over to grab his phone off the side table, unlocking it and swiping up. “Is this okay?” he asks, motioning with his head. “This is too fucking sexy. Need a memento while you’re out of town.”

MJ giggles and nods, spreading her legs a little more as he goes to town. She does her best to coat her pussy in his cum, her long, glittering manicured nails adding a certain aesthetic to the shots. She even scoops some up and let him capture her sucking it off her middle finger.

Grayson smiles tiredly and kisses her sweetly, the gentleness and simplicity of it a little stark after the pure filth of the last twenty minutes. He tucks himself back in his pants and goes into her bathroom to get a wet rag to clean her up with, chucking it in the washer when he’s done. On his way back over to her, he picks up her long-forgotten panties off the middle of the living room floor with a smirk and hands them to her, plopping next to her and dragging her into his lap once they’re back on her body.

“I’m gonna have to insist on you having dessert every day,” she yawns into his chest with a sniffle. “I didn't know you liked cake so much.”

Grayson laughs and squeezes her tight to him, placing a lingering kiss on her forehead as he confirms to Netflix that, yes, they are indeed still watching. “And Ethan says I’m the cornball.”

“If he only knew.”

#idk if i like this or not #but it is what it is #hope its okay #dolan twins #grayson dolan #ethan dolan #smut #grayson mj

[apexlegendsimagines]

This day called Valentines Pt. 2

Loba:

-She showers you in gifts and treasures.

-Though you might not be as materialistic as her, you still appreciate it. After all

-She has gone through a lot of trouble to get these treasures.

-She doesn’t accept any of your gifts. No matter if they are homemade, bought, cheap or expensive.

-She insists that no matter what you give her, she has it. But the only thing you could ever promise her is your heart.

-You know she trusts and loves you because on this day, she always visits her parents grave. Since she cannot, being in the games, she still sets their photos up and produces two roses for her love for them.

-A silly gesture but she still appreciates when you bring ribbons that you have tied together in different designs. Both in her parents colors.

“Thank you beautiful. Promise me your heart and I can promise you everything else.”

Mirage:

-He always takes holidays off to ship off and go see his mother. So he invites you for the first time to go with him.

-There is nothing more precious to him than his mother and he worries over what she will think of you.

-You remind him that it should be you worrying but then he touches your heart by saying, “True, but she’s precious to me. And so are you. I would hate to have to tip toe around her because she doesn’t like you.”

-He puts you first over the weekend, but first introducing you to his mother.

-She almost screams in delight as she begins to hug you and proclaim you are her new daughter.

-She teaches you some family recipes, “So you can cook for Elliot whenever you feel up to it.” And you memorize every ingredient down to the measurement.

-He almost feels left out but then is surprised with two gifts of love. One from his mother and another from you.

-His mother give him a photo he has never seen, one with him and his bothers the day before Valentine’s Day, making cards for Elliot’s classmates. He nearly cries but puts the photo back into his mother’s hands. “I have (Y/N) to help me through those memories mom. You need this more than I do.”

-You make an uncertain face as you present your gift. A photo album that already has some of the pictures Elliot has of his bothers in it. On the front, an edited imagine with you, his bothers, his mother and him.

-“Keep it Elliot, don’t let their hard work be in vain.” His mother tells him, and so it’s then he realizes, he’s found the one.

“You’re gonna see a lot more of me Mom, and so much more of (Y/N). They’re family now right?”

Octane:

-The only attention he has ever got on Valentine’s Day was those of girls going after his fortune and his last name.

-That’s why he gave it up, and it’s why he knows you are the one.

-You had no idea who Octavio Silva was. But you knew Octane, The Daredevil who blew off his legs.

-You see through to his heart and he wants to do the same with you.

-So instead of dragging you to do God knows what, he actually calls the help of Wattson and Lifeline to help him plan an amazing Valentine’s Day.

-What he doesn’t know, is that you had planned a day of excitement. After all, it’s why you fell in love with him.

-But after the revaluation, Octane matures up and explains that you’re always doing and taking care of his needs. He wants you to know that you are his one. His only. His life and his love.

-So you both proceed to have a wonderful day filled with tacky Valentine’s Day shenanigans.

-But at the end of the day, all that is left to say is “I love you.”

“Death cant catch up to me. But you’ve met my speed (Y/N).”

Pathfinder:

-Path doesn’t quite get the premise of Valentine’s Day. Are you always supposed to show your loved ones that you love them?

-After much explanation from Mirage and Wattson, Path sparks up an idea. Pun intended

-He is rather distant and secretive around you for a couple of days. You would walk in on him hunched over some papers and he would scurry to pile them up into one folder.

-On the day, you still wake up with a bright smile on your face. Perhaps it was all for the best right? Besides you did have your gift for him.

-As the day passed you noticed something different. No one was in the main lobby, in their rooms or anything. Strange but could be because of the holidays. So you search for Path.

-So you go to his dorm where there is a note on the front door.

-“The sun was bright, and the engines loud, but here is where you turned my, metaphorical, frown into a smile.”

-it was cheesy and tried to rhyme but you loved it. And knew where this was. Once you arrived at the landing pad where your airship dropped you, you found a rose and your favorite candy.

-“I’m told roses are for people who find you exceptionally amazing. But not even the cafeteria sweets are as sweet as you. Or so I’m told.”

-once you arrived at the cafeteria doors you smiled in delight as you saw many cut out hears on the door. Once you opened it, you found Path inside with the other legends and their dates.

“I may have become number one by winning. But you’ve won your way into my heart!”

Revenant:

-Doesn’t care but low key cares

-He remembers what it was like whenever he was human. He’s slowly gathering memories and he remembers spending holidays with his family when he was a young boy. Those days were far gone, but since he has you. Well

-You wake up that day to find he was staring at you, all night.

-it’s weird yes but he reminds you that he could have killed you. Both true and a lie since he wouldn’t have killed you.

-He brings you to the kitchen to show you the foods he cooked for you and has ready to cook for you. They’re dishes from when he was a kid and dishes he knows he could make with his eyes closed.

-Throughout the day, you still have work to do. Training to complete so he works with you and basically doesn’t hold back. Which makes you better, he reminds you.

-At the end of the day, he takes you to your dorm and quickly shoved a folder of papers into your hands before walking away quickly.

-Upon further inspection you can clearly see that for every day you two have been together, he has written a letter. Some of the letters are deeply personal, comparing your actions to those of his family. Sometimes they’re in complete awe of how above average you are to the other skin suits.

“Every day I want to die. But seeing your face makes every day worth it.”

Wattson:

-She wakes you early in the morning with a cup of your favorite coffee/tea, She beams with admiration. Complementing your bed head

-As you get ready, she talks about the day she has planned. All of the shops she wants to take you to. How she wants to go to worlds edge and continue her studies with you. She continues to complement you about your brains and such.

-You follow behind and just simply watch her. The way she bounced with every step. How her knee length dress swishes from side to side. Her blonde hair gleaming in the sunshine.

-As you finger the small box in your pocket you try and wait for the perfect moment to present you valentines gift to her.

-The day goes on and finally you two step off of the ship to worlds edge. She leads you to Lava city first to examine samples and such. All day you two wonder around the arena. She had brought a basket in the ship and you two had settled down beside it to eat sandwiches for dinner.

-The sun setting, it made her glow. So at this moment you pulled out the box and presented it to her.

-She thanked you and opened it gasping at the beautiful necklace that you had made from yarn. You had wrapped around a silver locket.

-“It looks silly I know but I figured it wouldn’t hurt you if you wore it on the field.”

-“It’s perfect! Merci! Merci Mon Amour.” She leaves a small kiss on your cheek, already moving to put the necklace over her yellow dress. It stood out but in a good way. Blue yarn against yellow. She still looked beautiful.

“Mon Amour, you’re all I have and I want to hold onto you!”

Wraith:

-You will be the one planning the day. But knowing your audience, you plan accordingly.

-She wakes up with you laying in bed next to her. Holding her. She doesn’t freak out but instead smiles. Because you’re the only one who can calm the voices.

-Once both of you are awake, you chose to stay in pjs all day. You had already planned and ordered ahead of time.

-So when it’s breakfast time, you had already cut up some fruit and such that you know she loves. You both eat happily and enjoy some unsolved mysteries

-When lunch comes around her favorite Thai. You two work on some home projects, specifically hanging up photos and lightening her place up.

-When dinner comes around you have some groceries delivered to her place. Where you and her both cook.

-it’s a simple day to most. But to her, it’s perfect. She doesn’t have to worry about others and neither do you.

“There are so many versions of us. But I’m glad I’m here. With you. Right now.”

#apex #apex legends #apex legends imagines #apex imagines #loba andrade #mirage #elliot witt #octane #ovtavio silva #pathfinder #revenant #wattson #natalie paquette #wraith #renee blasey

[wastelandcth]

maybe reader & cal have been dating like a year ish so still new but they’re used to each other so he’s seen her upset or cry before. but we all know cal is super intuitive so when he texts/calls her one day he knows smth is off & when she comes over for the weeknd she’s acting funny, kinda leading to a small argument but ends w her going to cal really upset and starts to cry in a way he hasn’t seen & he’s super comforting and is willing to listen etc? i just love angst/fluff/comfort shit fjdjkk

listen i feel like i have a mental breakdown on the daily at the moment so i felt this

Bad Days - sometimes his girl just needs a hug and a confession.

Calum knew something was wrong the second she picked up the phone, at first he thought she must’ve had a bad day at work, maybe it had been that annoying coworker bothering her again. Her responses were short, almost as if she was distracted and miles away from the conversation Calum was trying to have with her. But Calum had his bad days too, so he just decided to give her space, give her the time alone she needed to calm down because if she needed to talk to him, he knew that she’d come to him.

Their eight-month anniversary was coming up, at first Calum thought the idea of celebrating another month of them being together was weird. He thought most couples would only celebrate milestones, like one month, six months, and then every year. But how could he say no to her when he saw the excited look on her face when she showed him the beach house she had rented for the weekend, there was no way he wasn’t going to celebrate another month with her. But as the days grew closer to their weekend getaway, he knew something was off. She’d barely replied to his messages, usually just short answers that were spaced out throughout the day. But he decided to let it go, waiting for her to talk to him about what was happening.

“Babe?” he’d asked for what felt like the tenth time that day, looking over at his girlfriend who was sat on the opposite end of the couch, her attention on her phone. It was their second day at the beach house and Calum was sick of the way she had been acting. His jaw clenched as he asked her once again what she wanted for dinner and she just shrugged him off, leaving him to decide as she scrolled through her phone. He sighed and rolled his eyes, getting up off the couch and going over to slip his shoes on. “I’ll be back in a while.” he scoffed, slamming the door shut as he walked out of the house, getting into the car to grab them some food and clear his mind.

Calum’s heart sunk as he found her in the living room once he’d come back, tears running down her face as her body shook under the blanket, her hand covering her mouth as she kept quiet. He set the bags of food down on the kitchen counter before he rushed over to her side and wrapped his arm around her, pulling her into his lap and holding her as close to him as he could. One of his hands rubbed her back and held her close to him as the other tangled itself in her hair, scratching gently at her scalp as he tried to calm her down enough to where she could talk to him and tell him what was on her mind. He knew that in situations like this she didn’t need calming words, she needed to feel that he was there and he wasn’t going anywhere, that the pressure he was applying to her body meant he was there ready for her whenever she was ready.

“I’ve just… I’ve had a rough couple of days and I hate that I’ve made you act so worried about me. I just, work sucks at the moment, everything is just a lot. I have so much coming up and I don’t know how to stop it all. There are so many thoughts in my head that I can’t organize, it’s just…” she sighed, her lip quivering as she laid her head against his chest, her breathing had slowed, her eyes red from all the tears she let fall down, “And I caused us to fight over something so dumb, I don’t know anymore. I don’t know who I am or what I’m doing anymore Cal, and I’m afraid it’s going to make me lose you.”

“Darling, nothing you could do would ever make me leave you. Except maybe if you posted that horrendous picture you have of me in a mud mask.” he chuckled quietly, wiping away a few stray tears away from her face, “It’s you and me, okay? Your problems are my problems. I’m here for the good and the bad days, you know that don’t you? I just, I didn’t want you to fall into such a dark headspace and have this happen. I love you, bub, I’m always going to love you.” He felt her tense up, his own eyes widening as he realized his tongue slipped. He’d told her that he loved her, the words had been on the tip of his tongue for weeks now, trying to find the right moment to tell her but now it was out and there was no taking it back.

“Y-you love me?” she asked shakily, her bleary eyes her voice cracking as she looked up at him, new tears forming in her eyes as she sat up. “Like, you really love me?” she asked again, laughing shakily and pulling him into a tight hug. “Oh my god, Calum, I’m having a mental breakdown and you’re still in love with me?” she mumbled against his shoulder, “I love you too.” she whispered and sniffled, tears soaking through Calum’s shirt.

“Of course I love you, you’re my everything,” he whispered and kissed her temple. They stayed like that for a while, letting the tears on her face dry and the kisses they shared replace any other worries they both had about themselves. They found themselves laying on the sofa, listening to the ocean waves crash against the sand, tears and worries long forgotten and replaced with pad thai. But Calum knew that he loved you, that he was always going to love you through the bad and good days.

#5sos #calum hood #calum hood imagine #5sos imagines #5sos blurbs #calum hood blurb #anon request

[soranihimawari]

Pad Thai Tales

One October night, you take a walk to pick up a to go order at the local Thai restaurant in a suburb by the MSBY facility.

A meet cute drabble with the blonde twin. Also, it might not be mentioned, but yn is in the health profession. She works as a medical examiner in a morgue funded by the public. (Osaka General’s north branch).

Word Coubt: tbd

Friends come over twice a month to your collegiate apartment. Tonight you were in charge of phoning the popular take out restaurant your colleagues had wanted to try. They called you friend, gal pal, bestie, but to you, you called them in your head colleagues and other business etiquette terms of endearment. You’re often headed into the town square in a slight hurry to pick up the pad-thai from the old couple’s restaurant right before they closed their doors. You say it reminds you of your mother’s hometown, which for the old couple makes them sort of adopt you as extended family. Since the order is for you and your friends, they leave the door unlocked for a little after their posted hours.

The bell chimes and one of their grandchildren who helps out at night greets you. There are a few more patrons there, but you are the quite happier when the spices from the open kitchen give you a sense of comfort. Although you don’t miss Bangkok style cooking from your father as often anymore, ever since the move to Japan seven years ago, you can’t help but love the familiarity of the Sanskrit to-go boxes.

“Moriah-san, here,” the grandchild working the register hands you an iced coffee. “Obaa-San says to give you this because it’s finals week.”

You express your gratitude with a gracious smile. You take your normal seat a little to the left of the diner-style tables on your right. The seat open at the moment is next to a rather tall, two-toned hair, young man. He could be around your age you think, with his black and gold attire and a the fluorescent light plays tricks on you as you take into account the contours of his arms and shadows of his freshly shaven jaws. He’s on the phone with whom you suspect is a relative or close friend considering he’s trying (more like failing attempt) to be quieter.

“It is not that lame,” he says into the receiver. “I just didn’t have a date this year for my birthday…what?! Samu yer ridiculous! How could ya get a date—oi! That’s no way to talk to yer twin! … heeey lacy-chan. Thanks fer the well wishes… uh-huh. Take care of my little—hello? ‘Ello?!”

The dial tone you hear after the other members in the line hung up only causes the young fellow’s shoulders to droop a bit. He slides the end call button before he could feel even more deflated about today. After spending every year together with his brother for their birthdays and holiday breaks, Miya Atsumu was alone in a suburb on the other side of town from the training facility for his second year as a starting setter for the MSBY team. Tonight though, his brother, who had finally started dating the cute bank teller, was going to spend their birthday with her instead. Frankly, it doesn’t bother Atsumu one bit, or so he thought. He ran through his phone book and unfortunately everyone was either busy or out of town, which was how he started his birthday weekend. Now, on his actual birthday, he sat at this restaurant feeling like he did something wrong in a previous lifetime. He slurps the last bit of his double portioned noodle dish before turning to see who chose to sit next to him.

“Happy birthday,” you say. You’re sliding your iced coffee towards him. “Sorry I don’t have anything else to give you. Seems like you’re having a rough day.”

His shoulders that droop now raise when he turns to take a look at you; his eyes made of amber honey widen in a short lived glance of surprise.

“Ya heard, huh?” He raises his phone with a small wave. You shake your head feigning innocence. “Thanks.”

“No, actually, my friends are fans of your team,” you point at the logo on his track suit pants. “They said something earlier this week about a setter’s birthday. Didn’t think it would be you though. Moriah, YN.”

You extend your hand to him and he grips it, you two shake hands. His finger tips are rough compared to yours, but yours, you reckon were a bit softer (a nice change of pace). Atsumu gives you a once over, maybe checking you out, with the way the cotton and jersey material of your loungewear accentuate your curves. In the last couple of hours he was at the restaurant (coming up on hour two right now), he thought he’d truly be alone aside from the shop owners, yet you come along, offering a small token of kindness in a cup.

Your name is called out for the togo orders and as you stand up, you feel a bit braver when you reach your true height.

“Hey, kid,” your voice is a joking one. Atsumu is about to take his first sip of the iced coffee you gave him when he feels a pair of lips press against his cheek. Your hand cups the other side of his face, your thumb grazes his cheekbones for a little bit. Atsumu is a bit stunned to say much, so he nervously sips hoping he doesn’t choke when you pull away. Your voice is a bit sultry like a firecracker on cool summer nights and you have a different accent when you speak his native language. However this small act of love, not pity or kindness he reasons, made his birthday a little brighter. The clouds in the coffee done by the sweetened condensed milk coat his tongue and he doesn’t choke, not yet anyways.

“Happy birthday Miya Atsumu,” you whisper.

He coughs, waving it off as a “wrong pipe” kind of dry cough when he drinks too quickly. Your hair tickles his earlobe before giving him another kiss, this time on his brow bone before leaving.

“I’ll see ya around,” you wave as you turn to walk back toward the register.

You leave a few bills in the tip jar, picking up the plastic take out bag with a smiley face pattern, you leave almost as quickly as you came. Atsumu rushes out shortly thereafter thanks to a certain grandchild telling him which way you walked and he leaves a note much larger than he intends just to find you again.

“Oi!” He exclaims as he jogs up to you. “Wait up!”

You’re startled a bit, almost dropping the bag of food in your hand. He comes around to face you, his breathing is a bit off, but not by much. You’re jealous of his athletic prowess, yet you shake it off with a nervous chuckle.

“Hi again,” you smile. “Did I do something wrong?”

Atsumu shakes his head, handing you his phone.

“Ya forgot to give me yer number,” he says bashfully scratching his cheek.

“Oh, duh! Of course,” you nod. “How else are you going to tell me where to meet you for our date tomorrow?”

You save your number first before taking a sel-ca (selfie) and save it as a contact image. Atsumu doesn’t tell you you’re the first person since his high school ex (who he never tells you about sober until Christmas time that year) to have a real-time photo as his contact. The members of the team have emojis and his brother has his restaurant as his contact info too.

“Yeah. How else are you going to tell me what you’re going to wear so I can find you at the trattoria italiana on the Promonade at eight?” He gains more confidence standing in front of you. His hand curls under his chin in faux thought.

“I get off at six from the hospital not too far from here,” you muse. “So eight sounds ideal. See you around Miya-senshu.”

You bow continuing your walk home.

#🌻— flying around collecting pollen—queue #sora after hours #haikyuu x reader #miya atsumu x reader #hq miya atsumu

[msgrumpygills]

I gotta say, the more relatable the Pads try to seem, the more they piss people off.

I am a mother two. My husband constantly works to keep us afloat and I take side jobs when I can as long as it works with my kid's school schedules because we can't afford child care. I don't have multiple nannies to watch my kids or help with housework and you know what? I don't complain about how hard it is. It's the life I chose to have. I don't expect praise for doing what I am supposed to do. My husband works 5 days a week and when he isn't working, he's spending time with us. Sometimes he'll even take the kids off my hands for a few hours so I can get a break because that's what a good father and husband does. When he posts about them on social media, it's always talking about how grateful he is to spend the time with them that he does get to spend. And we all get on each other's nerves. The kids drive both of us crazy and we drive each other crazy, but we don't try and pretend like we're perfect. We're a typical family.

A family who can afford to have staff on hand at all times, a mother who never has to worry about bills and education, who never has to feel guilty for taking a few minutes to herself because she knows someone else is there to take care of whatever she's putting off, a mother who has time to do anything other than provide for her spouse and her children...a father who spends all his free time away from home, who complains about how hard it is to be around his kids, a man who praises his wife for all that she does without acknowledging that she has help, all while pretending that they are perfect...that's not a family, that's Hollywood.

Pictire perfect doesn't exist and anyone with a brain knows that. If they want to peddle their crap they need to stop trying so hard and be real for once because, lets be honest, you cant live off the money of adoring fans forever. People lose interest in thing over time and Walker isn't exactly thriving. Eventually the spn crowd is going to fizzle out (of course there will still be those few who stay forver) and a handful of people emptying their pockets to line theirs isn't enough to keep their lifestyle. People don't want to see perfect and they sure as hell don't want to listen to people with more money than anyone needs and help around every corner complain about how hard life is for them. And sure? Celebrities have struggles, but those struggles are not on the same level as the people they're trying to relate to. People definitely don't want to keep shelling out their hard earned money give to a celebrity so that celebrity can donate a portion of it to a charity when thay celebrity has more than enough to reach the goal that they set on their own.

I hope they wake up to reality soon. Otherwise they're gonna end up like the rest of us and as much as I would pay to see that wake up call, i don't wish that kind of abrupt life change on those children (being raised by parents who don't know how to function without gobs of money and never had to raise them alone could be seriously damaging)

I want to say that I commend you and admire you so much! I can’t imagine the strength and willpower it takes to do what you do, and if no one has told you today, you are so appreciated! <3 

Your family is the exact type that Jared and Gen are trying to portray. They wanna paint themselves as the hardworking parents that work so hard to support and take care of their three kids and how Gen is a hero for doing it all on her own while Jared is winning that bread. They’re definitely actors playing a role here and their “family” is as authentic as Jared’s sobriety. 

I think by trying to be relatable, they just make asses of themselves. Everyone knows they have a staff of help, but Gen acts like she has to fight to get time to herself. Jared acts like seeing his kids is the worst thing on the planet and he makes sure everyone knows it. Like I said, some parents joke around about the kids driving them insane, but it’s not every single post. On top of that, those parents who make those jokes once in a while are present all the time, they’re with the kids, they appreciate their kids, they don’t pop in for the weekly dad appearance and then complain about it the whole time. Jared might think he’s being cute and relatable, but he looks like an asshole. 

I don’t know if anyone else here ever watched Wife Swap, but I would LOVE to see the Pads swap lives with an actual family who has actual problems. They would implode. I think you’re right about the kids, they’re the ones who are going to suffer ultimately, more than they probably already are.  Their father is barely there (I wanna say Jared brought that up about his kids not really knowing him? Maybe it was someone else so don’t quote me on that.) and when he is there, he acts like he can’t get away fast enough. He just pops in for the staged “family goals” pictures and then shovels the kids back onto the nannies so he can go act like a 20-something college kid.  Their mother only pays attention to them when she needs them to pose for her charade of happy family on instagram. When she doesn’t need them, she’s shilling them onto the nannies so she can go have “me time” which she certainly doesn’t get enough of, being unemployed and letting ghost writers take care of her passion projects. When she should be a caring mother, she monetizes it. Nothing is genuine and you can tell that the kids are getting tired of being the performing monkeys for her clickbait social media posts. 

I’d hope that Jared has some money stored away and has invested it well so they’ll be prepared for when Supernatural fizzles out and when Walker (hopefully sooner than later) dies out. Gen won’t be able to jet around the country and buy clothes that are as much as car payments, and Jared won’t have the extra money to go blow on weekend getaways and traveling to anywhere that isn’t his compound. They might even have to downsize and what are they gonna do without their 3 gyms, tennis court, pool and guest house? 

I hope they get a wake-up call or snap out of it, but I don’t see that ever happening with these people. 

#grumpy answers #anti genevieve #jared padalecki #Anonymous