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moonstruckme · 7 days

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I went out with my friends yesterday cuz one of them threw a party and it was so much fun but omfg I'm so violently hung over can I pls get a fic with any of the boys and a hungover reader them just cuddling her but also being like I told u not to have that last drink....3 drinks ago

Thanks for requesting!

cw: mention of alcohol, hangover

tasm!Peter Parker x fem!reader ♡ 443 words

Peter wants so badly to be noisy and obnoxious, but he’s quiet because he loves you.

“Hey, bub,” he says near a whisper, crawling up beside you on the bed. “I think it’s probably time to wake up, don’t you?”

Despite his best efforts with the blinds, insistent threads of golden afternoon light sneak in through the cracks, and you turn your face into the pillow as you moan.

“Aw, I know.” Peter’s unable to keep the laughter out of his voice, pulling down the covers to rub between your shoulder blades. “My poor girl. Who did this to you, huh?”

Your reply is muffled by both pillow and lethargy. “Shuddup.”

His laugh comes out for real now. You squirm away from the sound, trying fruitlessly to burrow deeper into your pillow as Peter drops a kiss on your shoulder, bare where his t-shirt has slipped off.

“I’ve got lukewarm water and painkillers,” he says enticingly. “Breakfast of champions.”

Your hand emerges from beneath the covers, reaching for them.

“Uh, no.” Peter poorly contains another chuckle as he leans away from your searching hand. “You’ve got to sit up to have it, sorry.”

It takes time and effort, Peter helping you with a hand on your back, and when your eyes meet his amusement makes some room for pity.

“Here you go, baby.” He holds out the water and pills. You rub your eyes before taking them, little flakes of crusted-on makeup falling onto the sheets. “Drink it all,” he says when you stop after the sip it takes to down the painkillers. “You’re dehydrated, that’s why your head hurts.”

Your mouth puckers distastefully. “I’ll throw up,” you worry.

“Small sips,” Peter agrees, kissing your shoulder rewardingly when you take another. You’re looking at him now, too, eyes watchful and expression stiff with some kind of indecision. “What is it?”

You hesitate a second longer before asking, “Can we hug?”

“Aw-w-w.” It stutters out of him on a laugh, and your face goes pouty as Peter slides his hands around your middle, hugging you sideways and resting his head atop yours. “Course we can, baby. You’re really feeling shitty, huh?”

You make a pitiful sound, leaning into his touch.

“Wishing you’d stopped after that fourth drink like I told you to?”

Now your whine has more bite to it. Peter holds you tighter so you won’t leave, smiling as he kisses your hair.

“That’s okay, my silly girl. Lucky you’ve got the world’s most forgiving boyfriend to take care of you, huh?”

“It’d be nice,” you mutter, “if he were the world’s least gloat-y boyfriend too.”

“Well, we can’t have it all, sweetheart.”

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cutielando · 6 months

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best friend's brother cliché ~ rafe cameron

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Falling for Rafe Cameron, your best friend's brother, was the epitome of a cliché.

What was even worse was that you were sneaking behind her back. You knew it was wrong and that you should just be honest to her about it, but you were scared.

They didn't get along at all or see eye to eye, ever. Telling her that you're dating her brother was not exactly the thing she'd want to hear.

"Hey there" Rafe's voice whispered in your ear as he appeared behind you.

"Hey" you gave him a small smile and looked around, making sure nobody was around before you leaned up and pecked his lips.

"What brings you here? You have plans with my sister?" he asked as he sat down on the couch next to you.

"Yeah, she said she wanted to hang out because we haven't done it in a while" you pouted, wishing more than anything that you could go up to Rafe's room and cuddle with him.

"Ah. Where is she anyway?"

"She said she had to go change"

He nodded and tapped his fingers against his leg.

"I've missed you" you whispered, taking his hand in yours.

"I've missed you, too. I haven't seen you in 2 days but it felt like 2 years" he groaned silently, resting his head against your shoulder.

"Believe me, I know. I can't believe I went 2 days without seeing your handsome face" you flirted and planted a kiss on his head.

"I saw your face everywhere I looked. I wanted nothing more than to come to your house and just stay with you all day long, but my dad kept finding things for me to do like he knew what I had been thinking about" he vented, finally being able to get things off his chest.

It wasn't like you hadn't been texting absolutely non-stop in the 2 days that you hadn't seen each other, but he always liked your conversations when you were together. They had more depth, he said.

"I'm sorry, bub" you whispered. tracing imaginary figures on his arm with the tip of your nail.

You heard someone clear their throat from behind you, making you both look back. There stood Sarah, her hands on her hips and a murderous look on her face.

"What the hell is going on here?" her voice echoed in the entire house, making you pull away from each other.

"I can explain" you said, getting up and moving towards her.

"You better. What the hell are you doing with Rafe?"

"Jesus, Sarah, lower your voice. I think there are a couple of aliens that didn't hear you" Rafe mumbled, making Sarah shoot daggers in his direction with her eyes.

"Look, this is not how I wanted you to find out" you started, trying to soften the blow as much as possible.

"Find out what?"

"That Y/N and I are dating" Rafe commented before you could say anything.

You turned around and glared at him, making him raise his hands in surrender and sit back down on the couch, this time facing you.

"I'm sorry, did you just say dating?" she was now looking at you, probably expecting you to deny what Rafe just said.

Without saying a word, you silently nodded.

"How long has this been going on?" her voice was calmer now, but she still sounded upset.

"A couple of months" your voice was really soft, not wanting to anger her more.

"So you've been sneaking around my back for months? You didn't even feel the need to tell me? Your best friend?" she asked, making you look at the ground in shame.

"Don't talk to her like that. This is exactly why we didn't want to tell you" Rafe suddenly butted in, coming over and standing in front of you.

You silently reached down and took his hand, which he gladly held.

"Oh, so now it's my fault that you've been lying to me?" Sarah continued, making you suddenly irritated by her behavior.

"Look at how you're reacting, it's like we killed someone. I can't help it if I fell in love with her, did you expect me to ask for your permission or something?" Rafe said, making your eyes widen at his statement.

"You love me?" your voice was so soft that he almost didn't hear you, but he did.

He turned around and took your face in his hands, smiling.

"Of course I do. I've been in love with you ever since you started hanging out with Sarah"

"I love you too" you whispered, bringing your hands up to rest on his that we're holding your face.

"Uh, hello? I'm still here and this conversation isn't over" Sarah interrupted your moment, making you sigh.

"Sarah, look. I never wanted this to happen because it's such a cliché to fall for your best friend's brother. But it happened, and I couldn't just stand by and do nothing. I love your brother and I'm sorry I've been keeping this from you, but I'm finally happy. Truly happy. Please just try to understand this" you took her hands in yours, trying to appeal to her soft side.

She kept looking between the two of you, not saying anything for a couple of moments.

"Is he treating you right?" she finally broke the silence, but she was still glaring at Rafe.

"He is, you know I would kick his ass if he wasn't" you chuckled at the end, making a smile appear on Sarah's face.

"Let's say I accept you two dating. Please don't make out in front of me or fuck on my bed or the couch" her look changed from a smiling to a disgusted one.

"I promise" you said, looking back at Rafe. He hesitated for a moment before agreeing.

Sarah pulled you into a hug, making you feel relieved. You had been so scared of telling her about your relationship, and even though she didn't want to hear t in the beginning, you were glad she came around.

"Be careful" she whispered in your ear once you pulled away, which you nodded it.

She turned around and left for the kitchen, giving you and Rafe some privacy.

"That went better than I thought it would" you told Rafe, wrapping your arms around his waist.

"I don't even care if she approves or not. It wouldn't stop me from being with you. But I knew it was important to you, so I figured I would behave" he smiled, holding your face in his right hand.

"Thank you" you leaned up and pressed your lips against his, closing the gap between your bodies.

"I told you no making out in front of me!!!" Sarah yelled once she came back and saw you two making out in the middle of the living room.

You both laughed, knowing that you were not going to live this down.

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imaginecolby · 5 months

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a drink and a cuddle || c.b.

summary: after a tough day, all colby wants is to come home to you.

“hey bub, am i gonna get to see you today?” you asked colby when he answered your phone call.

“i wish i had an answer. sam and i have a bunch of meetings and videos to edit today. im hoping we’ll be done by dinner so i can come over like i said i would, but im not sure.” colby sighed.

“if not, its okay.” you said softly. you didnt want to sound too upset and make colby feel bad, because you knew that he loved his job and worked so hard when he needed to. but you couldnt help yourself for missing him.

“if not tonight then tomorrow, i promise.” he said and you heard a smile in his voice.

“im holding you to it.” you laughed.

“baby, i hate to cut this short but sam and i are heading into a meeting right now. ill text you later.” he said.

“okay. have a good day. dont let yourself get too overwhelmed and take breaks when you need to. i love you.”

“i will. i love you too.” colby said, making kissing noises against the speaker. you reciprocated, said your goodbyes and hung up the phone.

you got ready for your day, finished up some work and ran a few errands. it didn’t take you that long to finish all that you needed to do, so you ended up spending the afternoon with your best friend, doing some shopping and hanging out at their house. you watched a couple of movies and as it started to get late, you made your way back to your place. just as you walked in, your phone buzzed in your pocket, a new text from colby flashing on the screen.

“hey babe, are you home? can i come over?” the text read.

“yeah, im here. come over whenever.” you replied. you freshened up and tided up the living room while you waited for colby to get there. you answered the door after colby knocked and took in his look. he was completely disheveled and looked like he hadnt slept in days. you glanced down and noticed a case of white claws under his arm.

“what's this?” you asked as you took them from and put them in the kitchen.

“i've had a rough day and all i want is a drink and someone to cuddle with.” he said as he plopped down on the sofa.

“well, room temperature drinks are no good. lucky for us, i have cold ones in the fridge.” you said as you took the case from him and put them in the refrigerator. you grabbed two cold cans and sat down with him. colby took the can from you and took a big swig as soon as he opened it. “you know my arms and always open for your cuddling needs.” your words caused a wide smile to spread across colbys face, but it didnt last long as he wiped the tiredness from his eyes.

you fixed up your pillows and blankets on the couch and lied down, holding your arms out to him. he made himself comfortable on your chest, wrapping his arms around your waist as you draped the blanket over your bodies.

“i love you.” colby said softly as you began playing with his hair.

“i love you too.” you said. you weren't sure if colby was ready to talk about his day, but you didnt want to push him so you and him lied there on the couch, a comfortable silence filling the room as the two of you began to slowly drift off to sleep, wrapped tightly in each others arms.

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winterrrnight · 6 months

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birthday boy

PAIRING: drew starkey x gn!reader

SUMMARY: you spend a morning with your birthday boy

WARNINGS: fluffy fluff fluff 😁

EDITH SPEAKS: happy birthday to the one and only drew!! can't believe he's 30 years old 🥹 I hope he has such a beautiful day 🫶🏻🫶🏻 hoping for such huge success and happiness in his life <3

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As the sunlight shines in through the pale white curtains of your room, you feel Drew shift next to you, his arm looping across your waist and pulling you in closer. His warmth encases you completely as you feel him press butterfly kisses to your shoulder, his hair tickling you on your neck.

You turn around to face him, his arm not letting go of you for even a second. You open your eyes to see Drew's eyes still close, his breathing relaxed, and you feel his finger softly tracing little shapes in your back.

You press a kiss to his forehead, and then one on his nose, and one on his lips.

"Good morning birthday boy," you whisper, gently caressing his cheek with your hand. He leans into your touch, and slightly turns his head to press a kiss to your palm.

"Good morning bub," he mumbles, his voice heavy. You press two kisses to his still closed eyelids, causing him to let out a satisfied sigh at your action. Your fingers wrap up in his soft hair, gently twirling the strands around them as you feel his silky hair brushing on your fingertips.

"Wake up now," you press a kiss on the corner of his lips, and he groans and turns around, lying on his back.

"Not yet," he groans, and you push yourself up to sit in his lap, your legs on either side of his waist as you rest your hands on his chest.

"If you won't wake up, then you won't get the cake I spent all night last night making for you," you pout, leaning towards him as your chin rests on his chest.

He finally opens his eyes, the word 'cake' awakening something in him. You giggle at him, his blue irises gazing at you lazily.

"Now, I can't miss a cake, can I?" He says, his hands resting on your hips as he helps you get off him. You rush to the kitchen and get the cake you made for him, which indeed took you a long time last night. Drew had gone to bed early because he was too tired, and it was the perfect opportunity for you to bake something for him.

You get a candle and place it right in the centre of the cake, lighting it up with your lighter. You slowly take it back to your room, trying to not let any hurried movements cause the fire to blow out.

Drew's sitting in bed with his back resting against the back board, his head leaning back and looking up at the ceiling. Just as he hears you come in, he looks at you with a huge grin as he watches you carefully bring the cake to him, placing it in his lap.

You open the drawer of your bedside table and pull out the card you made for him. He looks at you with utter love shining through his eyes as you hand him his card.

"Happy birthday bubbles," you whisper, as you press a kiss on his lips. "I love you so much,"

Drew opens the card to see your writing scrawled alongside a picture of the two of you. It takes him a second to realise it's a picture from your first date, which was almost four years ago.

'happy birthday drew baby, can't believe you're 30!! I hope we spend so many more years together just like this, waking each other up early in the morning on our birthdays to give our special gifts. I can't express in words how happy you've made me all these years. I love waking up every morning with you by my side, and I love to go to sleep every night with you by my side. I love you so much bubbles, I wish you only the best in your life.'

Drew looks at your handwriting with complete awe, feeling tears starting to brim in his eyes. "Oh baby," he says, almost choking at his own tears as he is quick to embrace you in a hug. You weren't expecting him to start to sob at your card, so you were caught completely off guard just as his arms wrap around your waist, his head resting against your shoulder.

You rub his back, gently scraping your nails against his skin; just the way he likes.

You softly pull his head from your shoulder, holding his face in your hands and wiping off his tears with your thumbs.

"I meant every word," you say, a smile pulling your lips. You press a kiss to his forehead and nudge the cake closer to him.

He closes his eyes for a few seconds, and blows the candle. With the knife he cuts a slice, and you sit right besides him, your head leaning on his shoulder as you gently sing him 'happy birthday'. He pulls the slice out of the cake and moves it closer to you for you to take a bite. You take the slice from his hand, bringing it close to him for him to take a bite too.

"This is so good my love," he says, his voice muffled as he eats another slice. You smile at him and take one slice for yourself too.

Outside at a distance you hear birds chirping melodiously, creating a relaxing aura around you two. Your head is resting on his shoulder and his arm is wrapped around your waist, keeping you close to him. You both sit in silence so close to each other, as you hear the birds outside create serene rhythms for you two.

At this moment, Drew knows this is something he never wants to experience with anyone except you.

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meangirls-imagines · 1 month

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Welcome to the Poly!Plasticsverse!

collab with: @yungpoetfics (my fav bubs in the world)

Regina George

@queenbgina/@callmereginald (she/her)

North Shore's Queen Bee

Soft for her girlfriends

The mom of the group

Basically a sugar mommy for her girls

Lifehack Geek

TikTok hater

Has rational fear of werewolves

Will fight a bitch

Victoria's Secret girly

Female rapper stan (Doja, Cardi, Megan, etc.)

Gryffindor

Lesbian

Gretchen Wieners

@thegretchenw/@greatgretsby (she/her/it (only if ur special))

The second mom of the group

Softest human

Loves playing with her girlfriends hair

#1 Twilight hater

Has a letterboxd account just to leave bad reviews

The level headed one usually, but will snap when she needs

Cuddly as fuck

Loves Fleur du Mal lingerie

Stubborn as Fuck

Wine drinker/expert

Loves vintage music (Elvis, Elton John, etc.)

Hufflepuff

Bisexual

Karen Shetty

@karebearz/@karensheetty (any pronouns)

Ambidextrous™️

Loves Spongebob

Plant Parent

Knows Britney Spears and Lady Gaga choreo

Kpop girly (Blackpink, BTS, etc.)

Lettering expert

Has Funko Pop collection

Squishmallow lover

Ravenclaw

Pansexual

Cady Heron

@cady_heron/@defnotcaddy (she/her)

The third mom of the group

Whispers when angry

Carries bandaids at all times

Always has snacks

Lactose Intolerant (but LOVES cheese)

Cries at Rom-Coms

LOVES hugs

Cannot handle spicy food

Sleeps with a teddy bear

Happy to be here

Friends with everyone's parents

Token vanilla of the group

Has diary (with a heart shaped lock)

Bisexual

Aaron Samuels

@aaronsammy/@atomicaaron (he/him) or (ho/mie)

1/3 of Terror Trio

Y/N's best friend

North Shore's resident Himbo

Will do anything if someone says "I dare you"

Impulsive buyer

Has one brain cell (shares it with Y/N)

Overuses 💪 emoji

Usually confused

1/2 Golden Retriever duo

Can skateboard

Uses Axe body spray

Co-founder of Stuntmares

Dreams of grabbing a teddy in a claw machine (bucket list item)

Ass man

Owns too many grey sweatpants

Kisses his homies (homiesexual)

Has never watched Harry Potter

Watches lifestyle coaches on YT

Can play the ukulele (really badly)

Loves Eminem and Harry Styles (would fuck Harry Styles)

Writes Larry Stylinson fanfics

Kissed Y/N once (regretted immediately)

Bisexual

Damian Hubbard

@hubbarddamian/@damianishubby (he/him/they)

Learned how to sew from Janis

Does drag and has a YT channel (Anita Dick)

Huge Adore Delano stan

Will fight anyone who hurts Janis

Doesn't like Rupaul as a person, but is a religious Drag Race fan

#1 Poly!Plastics fan

Has an 8 step skincare routine

Cameraman for Stuntmares

Earlybird

Lies about having curfew to go to sleep early

Ravenclaw

(Lowkey wishes he was a Slytherin bc it's the "cuntiest house"

Him and Karen watch The Bachelor

Fav movie is Dirty Dancing (did the lift with Janis)

Learned how to twerk from Y/N

Gay

Janis Imi'Ike

@janiisimiike/@imiikenough (she/they)

Secret Barbie girly(live action and animated movies)

Will go straight for Ryan Gosling

Feral chihuahua of the group

Hozier stan

HATES THE KARDASHIANS

Pain in Regina's ass

Anger Issues™️

Secretly loves Olivia Rodrigo

Mentally Ill friend

Emotional Drunk

Karaoke Queen

Tits girly

Leather Jacket lesbian

Getting piercings > therapy

Has a suit collection

Thrifter

Loves her friends

Dog person (secretly)

Quotes niche memes

Kinky af

Middle Child

Lesbian

Y/N Y/L/N (FC: Chrissy Costanza)

@thisbeyn/@reginaslefttit (she/he/they/it)

2/3 Terror Trio

2/2 Golden Retriever duo

Has matching fried egg tattoo with Aaron.

Co-Founder of Stuntmares

"Hi, I'm Y/N and welcome to Stuntmares" *jumps off roof into pool*

Cuts her own hair

Blooper Reel Queen

North Shore's resident stoner

AUDHD (autistic + ADHD)

Playlists range from Beethoven to ashnikko

"IT'S NOT A PHASE. IT'S A LIFESTYLE."

Demisexual

Plays electric guitar

Has slight speech impediment

Gremlin of the group

D&D Dungeon Master

ALWAYS falls asleep during movie night

Power Nap Addict™️

Insomniac

Monster Energy Drink Enthusiast (collects the cans)

Oddly good at Origami

Tweets everything she thinks

Has been banned from Fortnite and Roblox

Married to Gretchen on The Sims (regina and karen were sad)

Anger issues

✨Spicy✨ Latina (do not fuck with her people)

Matching rings with her gfs

Def had one night stand with Cady

Shane Oman

@shaneomann/@omantastic (he/him) or (dumb/hoe)

Loves Old School Rap (Biggie, Tupac, Snoop Dogg, etc.)

Hates Y/N at first but comes to love her like a sister.

Only person who can outsmoke Y/N.

Has a dropped truck with red LED lights under it.

Blasts music walking down the halls.

Always has the zoomies.

Orange cat friend.

Has elevator music playing in his head 24/7.

Challenged Damian to a dance off. (He lost. But he had girls simping over him)

Posts thirst traps on TikTok. (Regina's mom is his #1 follower)

Has a frying pan tattooed to match Aaron and Y/N.

Always on Stuntmares trying to create new world records.

Or eating a bunch of weird combos.

"Oman! Not again!" *proceeds to eat a marshmallow and spam sandwich*

Ralph Lauren man

Whenever the polycule argues, he's a "fuck this shit, I'm out" person.

Professional party crasher

Dine and Dash expert

Has nipple piercings (Aaron and Y/N dared him to get them)

Curses like a fucking sailor (Half of his lines on Stuntmares are just censor beeps)

Talks way too fast.

Knows Italian and Spanish (Him and Y/N talk shit in Spanish)

His ringtone for Aaron and Y/N is the remix of the Windows error sound

Loves t-shirts with offensive prints (Regina tries to make him dress normally)

Has gc with Aaron and Y/N called "Hoemies"

Would fuck Aaron

TICKLISH

Major gossip (Him and Gretchen meet once a week to talk shit)

#regina george x reader #karen shetty x reader #gretchen wieners x reader #aaron samuels #cady heron #janis imi'ike #damian hubbard #poly!plasticsverse

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grandlinedreams · 2 months

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|| Archeron sibling!reader || last installment [here] || [series/setting masterlist]

|| warnings: angst, little bit of PTSD for reader because they're definitely not as okay as everyone thought, comfort, Azriel's a good bub

"Are you sure about this?"

Cassian is watching you as you pace yourself a few feet away, neatly combed sand shifting beneath your feet.

"I'm sure," you say, meeting hazel eyes that are so familiar and yet not ㅡ the one you know best is standing further away, adamant on keeping a watchful eye on you. "I want to learn."

"Okay," Cassian relents. "We'll need to figure out where the bottom of your power is, but we'll start small. Try summoning it to just your hand."

You nod, then lift both of your hands, willing that crawl of warmth to rise beneath your skin. At first, nothing happens ㅡ and then the barest, faint sputter of light sparks at your fingertips, no brighter than the guttering flicker of a candleflame.

"A good first attempt," Cassian soothes. "Sometimes a power can be attached to a strong emotion, or at least it helps invoke it." You can tell he wants to bring up what happened a few days ago, that first show of what the Cauldron had done to you ㅡ but he doesn't.

It doesn't matter, because you're thinking about it anyways ㅡ the unbroken skin of your knuckles and knees now, no sign of what had happened. What could have happened, if you hadn't had that burst of power ㅡ and light sparks again, stronger.

(Those fingers around your wrist, in your hair ㅡ dragging you back, refusing to let you go ㅡ)

Cassian is saying something, but you're staring at the light at your fingers, the blaze of it.

(If it hadn't been you, it could have been Elain that it happened to. Or Nesta, or Feyreㅡ)

Heat thrums under your skin. It throbs with your pulse, the forced steady rhythm of your breathing as that warmth rises, crawls up your spine, licks in your veins.

(It's not a hand around your wrist now. It's hands on your arms, pulling and pushing, forcing you to that ancient thing, the pulse of nameless power it radiates ㅡ tossing you into the abyss it contains, shoving you down, down, downㅡ)

Your pulse throbs in your ears. You can hear it, the roar of your blood, the body that's changed so much against your wishes, the things you never wanted for yourself ㅡ

Your bones crack like flint, catching as you ignite. The world fractures into that dizzying glow again, the taste of ancient power you'd felt digging into you the other day ㅡ rougher now, demanding.

A conduit, that's all you are ㅡ you no longer belong to your body, spinning amongst the cosmos, the sticky cling of it that wants to drag you under, make you submit ㅡ

You're drowning. Leaden, you sink down, down without an end ㅡ you don't want this. You never have ㅡ you've never wanted any of this. You burn, struggling against the way you want to dismantle from the shape of that dutiful daughter you've aways been, unremarkable sister ㅡ why shouldn't you have what is rightfully yours when you've had so much ripped from you without permission?

(You can't.)

You slam back into your body with all the grace of a stone, sinking into the unending dark that rushes to greet you.

ㅡ

You wake to the weight of blankets over you, something cool on your forehead ㅡ a cloth, damp against your fingers as you reach to pull it away.

"You're awake."

You turn to find Azriel watching you from where he's sitting in a chair, one leg crossed over the other as he studies you. You realize that you're in your room at the same time that he speaks again. "You've been asleep for two days."

Alarm sparks in your veins, makes you jolt upright despite the leaden ache of your head in protest. "What happened?"

Azriel doesn't answer for a long moment. "What do you remember?"

You blink, then turn to stare at your hands, folded in your lap. You can feel his gaze on you, studying you as memories rise to the surface, thick and syrupy. "...I lost control, didn't I."

Perhaps the wrong thing to say, given that you'd never had control to begin with ㅡ and even now, you can feel the fizzy warmth of it in your veins, vibrating in your bones.

"It happens," Azriel soothes. "It's okay."

It'd been the very point of that exercise, to see where the bottom of that power was, how best to help teach you to wield it ㅡ but you exhale a shuddering breath, and Azriel's chest aches at the shimmer of tears in your eyes.

"No it isn't," you mumble. "It's not okay, none of this is okay."

It hadn't been okay to lose your younger sister in that catalyst that'd jumpstarted all of this ㅡ and it hadn't been okay when she'd showed back up, now immortal beauty and explaining things you'd never thought you'd be involved in. That you'd been taken with Nesta and Elain, forced into the life of a being you'd been perfectly content pretending didn't exist.

You're crying openly now, the warm slide of tears over your cheeks, tracks cooling as you hiccup. Azriel shifts, and you don't bother to look at him but then the bed is dipping under his weight, the faint shift of wings ㅡ and then he's pulling you to him.

His touch is gentle as he coaxes you to his chest, lets you press into him as you choke on a sob. One hand nestles into your hair, fingertips against your scalp, the other at your back ㅡ rubbing in gentle circles as you shudder.

Azriel's chest aches as you cry, familiar scent lost to the saltiness of tears and your ragged breathing. Even though you're rightfully upset, he hates that there's nothing he can do beyond what he already is.

He keeps you against him even as you begin to calm, adjusts so that you're in his lap, legs carefully adjusted as he moves to lean against the headboard of your bed. "Breathe," he murmurs into your hair when you hiccup again, "just breathe."

You struggle to do just that, your own heartbeat erratic compared to the steady thump of his own. "Got your shirt wet."

"It'll dry."

You press your face into his chest, let your senses flood with the scent that's become such a comfort as of late. "I'm sorry for crying."

His grip tightens on you, just a little bit. "Don't be."

You sniffle. "You can leave if you want to."

Azriel stares down at you, fingers tentatively sorting out the tangle of your hair, mindful of your ears. Tears clump dark lashes together, and he's struck by how tempting it is to want to kiss them away. He doesn't, however, but he doesn't push you out of his lap either. "I'll stay."

Part of you wonders how long he'd been sitting in that chair, aware that he undoubtedly has things he should be doing that isn't this ㅡ but you let yourself be selfish for once, let yourself need him a little more than what you should.

#ㅡmine.#acotar x reader #azriel shadowsinger x reader #az x reader #azriel x reader

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mydearesthrry · 9 months

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birthday wishes - h.s.

a/n: hi … this is long. it ends abruptly and im v sorry! apologies for my absence,,, enjoy :))

🎀 warnings/cw: nothing but fluff

🐇 pairing: 1dbandmember!reader x harry styles

💐 wc: n/a

summary: every year, Y/N posts something for harry’s birthday. every single year, no matter what.

a/n: pls keep in mind harrys relationship timeline or this wont make as much sense..? ok bye

2012

liked by niallhoran, zaynmalik, and 2,378,615 others

yourinstagram: Happy birthday goof!! Thanks for always tuning my guitars for me. I can’t believe you are 18!!!!!!!!!

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harrystyles: Thaaaaaanks. I love youuuu. <3 <3 <3

user1: SHE CALLS HIM GOOF UGGGGHHHHHH

user2: i cant believe that this picture is real

user3: THE HEARTS IN HARRYS COMMENT

niallhoran: no bday post for me?? D:

2013

liked by niallhoran, dakotajohnson, dontshakethepolaroid, and 3,008,263 others

yourinstagram: happy birthday h. u are 19. thats crazy. i owe my life to u thank you for being my best friend— thank you for you. i love u so so much bub :’)

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niallhoran: h day!!! time to celebrattteeeeee!!!!!!

annetwist: love you sweetheart!

harrystyles: I love youuuuuu!!!! Thank you lovebug. <3

zaynmalik: time to get drunk!

2014

liked by niallhoran, zendaya, sabrinacarpenter, and 108,862 others

yourinstagram: its a national holiday!! happy birthday to my best friend, confidant, songwriting partner, and personal pillow. UR FUCKING 20. THATS INSANE. i love u so much pickle :’)

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gemmastyles: old man!!!

harrystyles: Thank you Olive :) Love you tons.

niallhoran: a special lads birthday!

zaynmalik: 🍻

jamescorden: pickle and olive!

2015

liked by arianagrande, wherearetheavocados, and 6,826,728 others

yourinstagram: love you prince boy, happy birthday ❤️

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harrystyles: My favorite person alive. Xx

niallhoran: legal in the states!!!!

user1: his comment is so casual but so cutw i cant 😭😭😭

user2: i am so unstable shes literally posted every time on his birthday for years

user3: NEW PHH CONTENT!!!!!

ynrryupdates: our suspicions were right! she posted again this year ❤️❤️❤️

2016

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yourusername: hbd har <3 thank you for everything

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user1: no special note… i think we’re losing them

user2: :( not the same this year

user3: i think she’s holding back now because he’s official with kendall?

harrystyles: Thank you, it was wonderful seeing you. H

user4: this is weird…. harry’s comment isnt sitting right with me…?

gemmastyles: missed your face!!!!!!!!!! love you ❤️❤️❤️❤️

2017

liked by harrystyles, selenagomez, marikoluv, and 4,726,629 others

yourinstagram: happy birthday pickle, miss you <3

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annetwist: Missed seeing you! Come back and visit soon ❤️

harrystyles: Thank you Olive. Love you. Miss you more.

gemmastyles: missed my best friend ❤️❤️❤️

user1: are we… are we finally getting them back….

user2: slowly going back to normal………

user3: HES SO DRY 😭

user4: he said love you 😭😭😭😭😭 miss you more 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

2018

liked by harrystyles, taylorswift13, sabrinacarpenter, and 6,276,151 others

yourinstagram: tbt our frat days 🤓 miss you always my bug, happy birthday ❤️ i love love you

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harrystyles: Be home soon, I miss you more than anything. Love you love you love you. Thank you. H x

gemmastyles: I NEED you to come over when you’re back in London!!!!!!!

annetwist: My baby! ❤️🎁🎉

user1: OH WE GOT THEM BACKKKKKK!!!!!!

user2: now that harrys a freeeeeee man we can get ynrry back like weve always dreamed of!

user3: HER bug… im unwell

2019

liked by harrystyles, billieeilish, liampayne, and 4,276,991 others

yourusername: our time now, silly boy. happy birthday to my soulmate, lover, best friend… and everything else in between. i admire everything you do and I feel like the luckiest person alive to have the privilege of knowing you, cherishing you, and caring for u. that being said, i love you i love you i love you so much it hurts. thank you for choosing me. happy birthday pickle ❤️

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harrystyles: There’s no one in this world I love more than you. Thank you, baby. Very grateful for you, Olive. Xxx

jamescorden: FINALLY

billieeilish: thank GOD this has been the hardest secret to keep 😭😭😭😭

sabrinacarpenter: mom n dadddddd

annetwist: My babies ❤️🎂

user1: OH MY FUCKING GOD

user2: STOP I KNEW IT

user3: FINALLLYYYYYYYY

user4: IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ALL MY DAMN LIFE

2020

liked by harrystyles, arianagrande, gemmastyles, and 4,917,899 others

yourinstagram: havent missed a year so why start now? happy birthday h, i love you so much ❥ p.s. ur fiance era looks so good on u ;)

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harrystyles: Thank you. And I agree; I’ve never looked better. ❤️

user1: WHATTTTTT THE FUCK

user2: THEYRE ENGAGED???!!!!!!!!!!

user3: remember in 2013 when they got asked a question on the this is us panel about how they dreamed of proposing/being proposed to and Y/N said in italy… he def proposed when they filmed golden

2021

liked by user1, harrystyles, billieeilish, and 6,818,809 others

yourinstagram: first outing as newlyweds,,, only right to be celebrating pickles birthday too. bug… i trust u implicitly and love you entirely. my husband!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! happy birthday harry ❤️

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harrystyles: Soulmate. Thank you baby. H

sabrinacarpenter: cats out the bag… mom and dad are married !!!

annetwist: Official daughter ❤️❤️❤️

#harry styles #harry styles x reader #harry styles fanfiction #harry <3 #harry styles fluff #harry styles fanfic #harry styles x y/n #harry styles blurb #harry edward styles #harry styles social media #harry styles smau

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yxngbxkkie · 7 months

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Hey, if you're still up to those drunk conffesions you reblogged 19h ago (im sorry, i dunno if there were any other, im so akward omg) I'm begging you to write 2 and 16 with female reader and Han Jisung, please that would be wholesome, love your work.

With love, 🦕<333

Hannie with 2 from the drunk confessions please☹️ it hurts in just the best way, thinking you won't feel the same because his anxiety/overthinking but like... it's just silly brain things <33

i decided to mix these two together since they have the same prompts! this is pretty wholesome, i think, so i hope you like it!! 🥰

2. "You're all I ever wanted. I'm sorry I can't say it sober."

16. "This is not a dream, I think. In my dreams we're usually kissing."

You unlock your apartment before walking inside. You can hear the voices of Chan and Changbin coming from your living room, a smile gracing your lips. You set your keys onto the table beside the front door and walk towards the voices.

The two members are sitting on your couch and drinks in both of their hands. A frown comes to your lips as you notice Han is missing from the trio. Changbin notices you first and moves to stand up.

"Hey, Y/N! You're home!" He almost squeals, tripping over Chan's feet as he makes his way to you.

A chuckle leaves your lips, wrapping your arms around him. "Hi, Changbinnie," you greet him, gently rubbing his upper back. "Where's Hanji?"

"He's in his room," Chan explains to you, capturing your gaze. "His anxiety is kinda high after he got drunk."

You peel yourself from Changbin, making sure he can stand up straight before walking towards Han's bedroom door. You quickly shove your suitcase into your room and knock on his door.

"Hanji?" You call out his name, turning the door knob to crack the door open. You peek inside, seeing your roommate sitting on his bed. "Can I come in?"

Han nods his head, and you fully step inside. You smile softly at him, climbing onto his mattress. "How was your trip?" He asks you in a hoarse whisper.

"It was good. I wish you could've come," you inform him.

He shuffles closer to you, resting his head on your lap. "Do you really?" You nod your head in response, combing your fingers through his hair. Han nuzzles his face into your thigh, humming loud enough to feel the vibration.

"Chan mentioned that you're not feeling so hot," you say, leaning forward to see his pretty face. "You okay, bub?"

"Yeah, I just… I thought of something that I didn't want to think," Han tells you vaguely, turning his head to look at you.

You push his bangs away from his eyes, giving him a slight pout. "What's your brain lying about now?" You ask him honestly.

His eyes meet yours, and you watch his soften the longer he looks at you. "I love you so much," Han confesses to you, and your hands stop combing his hair.

"You love me?" You repeat quietly, feeling your heart pound against your chest.

"You're all I've ever wanted," he mentions while slowly sitting up. Your knees brush against one another as Han grabs a hold of your hands. "I'm sorry, I can't say it sober."

You squeeze his hands gently before bringing one to his cheek. "It's okay, Hanji. Drunk words are sober thoughts," you reassure him, smiling ear to ear. You stroke his cheek and release a giggle. "This isn't a dream, is it?"

Han shakes his head. "This is not a dream, I think," he mumbles, chuckling softly. "In my dreams, we're usually kissing."

Your cheeks blush at his words, averting your gaze. "You've kissed me in your dreams?" You ask before pressing your lips together.

His breath hitches in his throat, his cheeks blushing as well. "I - Yeah," he stumbles over his words.

"Do you wanna kiss me?" You whisper to him, moving your hand from his cheek to his chin.

"Can I really?"

You nod your head, switching your gaze from his boba eyes to his lips. Han gulps as his hands rest on your thighs, leaning in to kiss you. You glide your hand to the back of his neck, dipping your fingertips into his soft hair.

The kiss doesn't last very long, and Han rests his forehead on yours after pulling away. "If you haven't realized," you begin to whisper, pressing a quick kiss on both of his cheeks, "I love you too."

tagging: @thewxntersoldier @reddesert-healourblues @spacegirlstuff @moon0fthenight @foxinnie8 @like-a-diamondinthesky @prettymiye0n

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luveline · 2 years

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Steve with reader who has a cold, just generic full on fluff with helping her have a warm bath, nothing spicy just domestic? :) <3 ly always

18+ for general nudity theres NOT smut/ any graphic descriptions, pure fluff! thank you for your request doting steve is the best! ly anon 1k wc

"Oh, gross. What the fuck's happening in here?” Steve asks, bursting through your bedroom door like a maniac.

You flinch awake, a wave of used up tissues falling off of your chest. "Steve?" you ask, though your nose is so plugged up that it comes out like, "Steeb?"

"I think my nose just started running, it's like the air is eighty percent vapor rub."

You pull your bed sheets over your face to hide from your boyfriend for about five seconds before the air gets too hot and you have to pull it down to just under your lips.

His eyes soften when he gets a good look at you. "Shit, you don't look good."

He strides straight to your window and throws it open and then to your side, tugging the sweat-damp sheets off of your tired body.

"I told you I was sick."

He sits by your knees, hands landing familiarly over your struggling chest. He spreads his hand, feels the clammy material with a frown. The smoothing of his hand over your skin is nice.

"You said sick, not dying."

"You're so dramatic," you complain weakly, your voice thick.

He pats your chest once. "Alright bub, up we come," he says, arms slipping under your back.

You moan as he pulls you up and in, his chin pushing over the dip of your shoulder in a hug. He rubs your back. You wish you could breathe through your nose if only to smell his scents, his bergamot and cedarwood, his hairspray and his skin.

"Steve, I'll make you sick."

"Sacrifices."

You're sweaty and too-hot, you smell sick and you look worse and Steve absolutely doesn't care, his skin on yours unflinching.

"I think," Steve says under his breath, pulling back to look down at your feeble hunch, the back of his hand pressed to your forehead, "that you need a bath."

"I'm too tired."

"I'll help you out, yeah? I'm, like, your personal hot male nurse."

You wrinkle your nose at him and the skin around your nostrils feels tight and dry. You wince, wanting to fall into his arms and never get back up again. Steve has other ideas, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and leading you into the bathroom. He shuts the toilet lid and sits you down gently.

"I don't want to be naked right now, I'm disgusting," you complain though you don’t really mind, content for him to do as he pleases. You're just happy he’s here.

"You've never been disgusting a day in your life. Icky, maybe. Slimy. Pretty underneath all the dirt, though, babe," Steve says as he turns on the faucet.

He sticks his hand under the stream until he's happy with the temperature and then pulls out a clean towel, tucking it over the towel rack and turning to you, smiling his pretty smile that always manages to calm you down.

You look up at him, breathing through your mouth, head heavy as a bowling ball. He rubs your shoulders lightly.

"Stevie…"

"I know. You're alright. Look, let's get this off you," he says, hands at the hem of your shirt. He helps you undress and encourages you to hang onto his waist as you step out of your pants, his hands waiting to catch you as you climb into the bathtub. It's not necessary – you're not dizzy, only aching and weak – but it makes you happy that he cares that much.

You feel better as the water rises, legs crossed and pulled up to your chest in an effort to maintain some dignity though it really couldn't matter less, your boyfriend having seen and loved on almost every part of you by this point. Steve sits on the lip of the tub with his arms crossed, only moving to reach out and rub the top of your back with the heel of his palm when you cough.

"The steam will clear you out, get you breathing easy again in no time," he promises.

You turn to him, bringing your hands from the water. They get the hip of his trousers regretfully wet as you grip the side of the bath and drop your head into his lap.

Steve heaves a sympathetic sigh and hugs you best he can in your positions. You're so tired and being this sick is miserable but his company, his care and his touch are all invaluable. You melt in his arms, quickly close to dozing.

"Don't fall asleep," he croons jokingly, "I haven't given you your sponge bath."

"You little freak," you murmur. He bursts into laughter, his chuckles rocking you and making the water around you ebb and wave. You feel like laughing too for the first time in at least a few days.

"Sorry I couldn't come see you sooner. I mean, I would've made it happen if I'd known you were this sick, I swear," he says.

"It's okay. I know you would've. I've only been this bad since last night."

"You could've called me."

"You worked overtime, I wouldn't do that to you."

"Do what? Let me take care of you? Shocker, loser, I want to do that. I wanna take care of you all the time."

You grumble into his lap and he mimics the sound fondly, rubbing the edge of your hairline, pushing against it.

"You want me to wash your hair, babygirl?" Made warm with affection his words come out quiet, like his lips aren't fully parted.

"Please?" you whisper.

He guides your head from his lap and strokes your face before giving you a good pat on the cheek. "I'm gonna have you clean as a whistle in no time," he says with pride. He tilts his head thoughtfully. "Then I'm changing your gross sheets. You couldn't pay me to cuddle on those bad boys. There's, like, an eighth grade science experiment happening in there."

"Bet I could persuade you," you say, not believing it yourself.

"You definitely could. Dunk your head, I wanna wash your hair before the water gets cold."

#steve harrington #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fanfic #stranger things fic #stranger things x reader #stranger things

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mybelovedwoo · 5 months

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Yeosang as boyfriend plsss

hey, thank you so much for your request <3 i hope you'll like it!!

kang yeosang as your boyfriend - headcanon

headcanon, romance, fluff, smut

gn!reader x bf!atz

wc. ~0.7k

an: i'm just so soft for this man TTTT

you can request headcanons if you want to!! if you want to be tagged in any of my fics you can apply here <3

masterlist

-literally the sweetest, most gentle boyfriend ever, takes your relationship really seriously but is also just such a goofball, your best friend

-would laugh with him 24/7, so many jokes and fun with him, makes you laugh so hard that your stomach would hurt

-we all know he can't ask for kisses or hugs, so you have to initiate them all the time, but it's his favorite thing

-he likes back hugs, but he's more on the receiving side, just loves it when you cling to him, he just wants to stay like that forever if he could

-he loves it when you compliment his muscles, he feels so proud and would always shows them off for you, it motivates him to work out even more

-would immediately notice when something changes on you, like your hair or you bought some new clothes, "wow, y/n, you look really great"

-you are the type of couple that relies on each other all the time, when you go somewhere together there's not a second you leave the other alone

-he would do the most random things, like propose to you (as a joke) with a gummy ring or "take you out on the fanciest a date" where you all dress up, but it's actually on your balcony with takeouts and wine

-he always says what's in his mind, so you never have to wonder what's in his head, communication is really key in your relationship, but sometimes you wish he wouldn't say everything out loud

-although it can be difficult to express his emotions through words, so instead he would show them through actions, his love language is definitely acts of service

-he gives you everything you desire, more than you need actually, treats you like a princess really, gives little gifts, tries to cook for you (but fails every time), gives you massage

-literally no jealousy or possessiveness in your relationship (at least what you know about), he trusts you with all his heart and he expects the same from you

-he wants to spend every spare time with you, he can't be far away from you for too long

-he'll literally do anything just to get your affection (but ask for it TT), he likes to entertain you, that's why he often brings you with him to the gym, he doesn't want you to get bored of him

-calls you cute nicknames, like sweetie, cutie or bub, also your contact name is bub, it's the most used one of all of them

-kisses with him are just so soft, he caresses your hair or cheeks and you would melt into his touch

-would run to you, asking for rescue when his members are teasing him, you are his safe place and knows you would help him out

-once he accidentally used your shampoo instead of his, now it has become a habit of his and only uses your products

-dating yeosang would mean arguing with woosan 24/7 about whose yeosang really is

nsfw +18!!!

-he is a switch, depending on the mood and the day he has, but literally always the sweetest when it comes to such a vulnerable state

-he doesn't really care about the pleasure part, but the emotions that comes with it, he likes to be close to you and the excitement that comes within

-it is kinda part of your routine now, maybe not every day but really often ends the day naked, in each other's arms

-that's why the morning often starts with an intimate shower together

-yess, he is the vanilla type of guy, with traditional positions, where you can just hug each other real close

-something that would be a no no is anything really wild and out of his comfort zone, he is more like the traditional type of guy as i said, and seeing you in pain or hurt is also a big turn off

-lots of kisses and little "i love you" during sex

-not very vocal other than that, just lots of breath and groan

-could be very shy about it, so probably wouldn't do it when his members are around, or at least would be very careful and very quiet

-cockwarming is a must for him once in a while, he likes to be connected with you and being warmed by the love of his life

-he collapses after, he would be very worn out, but still makes sure to hold you close to him, he falls asleep almost immediately

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morallyinept · 6 months

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Birthday Cake - A Frankie Morales One Shot

Summary: It's Frankie's birthday and you make him a birthday cake.

Pairing: Frankie Morales x F!Reader (No name or physical description of reader. It’s you, bub.)

Word Count: 3.1k

Scoville Smut Rating:🌶️🌶️ “It's the emergence, of.”

Check out my Scoville Smut Ratings here.

Explicit - Established relationship/oral M & F receiving/unproteced PIV (wrap up, folks!)

NSFW. MINORS DNI! OVER 18’s ONLY. YOU ARE SOLELY RESPONSIBLE FOR WHAT YOU READ. ☝🏻Don’t come at me; you’ve been plenty warned.

Author’s Note: Written for my birthday. Completely self-indulgent; Frankie's the best gift, right? For anyone else celebrating their birthday today, I'm sending you the biggest smooch. 💋🖤

Frankie speaks some Spanish in this, I've not provided translations as there's not much and it's easy enough to Google.

Check out my other birthday story, featuring Joel Miller, called Candles.

MASTERLIST | FRANKIE MORALES MASTERLIST

Enjoy! 🖤

“Feliz Cumpleaños!” You call enthusiastically as you step out holding the cake, wearing nothing but his favourite lacy underwear that he loves on you so much.

And heels, don’t forget the heels as you totter closer to him. The candles flicker, so you slow your pace.

“¿Qué es esta sorpresa?” Frankie baulks, tossing down his jacket and keys, and grinning from ear to ear.

He looks you up and down hungrily like a sexual predator. His mind runs through all the scenarios on what he could do with you right now, and from the look on his face, they’re all filthily obscene.

It makes you shudder and clench.

“Make a wish, baby,” you smile at him as he leans in to blow out the candles.

The cake is three layers, covered in fluffy white frostng, with his name written on the top in squiggly blue letters. A DIY crank job, that you’ve painstakingly spent hours making clandestinely, whilst the boys took him out for a birthday brunch, even though it looks like something a two-year-old has smooshed together.

Once the candles are blown out, he wraps his thick arm around you, pulling you in close for a sweet kiss.

“Muchas gracias, hermosa, this is amazing!” Frankie murmurs gratefully, squashing you close to his warm, strong body where you inhale bergamot and beer.

“Careful, you’ll get cake on you.” You giggle as you move it out the way onto the table before it’s flattened between the two of you. Although, judging by the state of it, it would probably do it a favour to die a quick death, you think.

“And what would be the problem in that, hmm?” Frankie rasps hungrily as he kisses up and down the side of your face; his soft scruff tickling at your skin leaving tingles in your gums, and gives your pert ass cheeks a long, tight knead inside those giant hands of his. He groans as he looks over you again.

“I made it just for you,” you pout “to eat.”

“Looks delicious.” Frankie compliments, and he reaches for it, swiping his index finger into the frosting and sucks up the puffy cloud on the end of it. “Mmm,” he sighs.

You smile up at him, pleased with your efforts.

“You look fucking amazing.” He pants, losing words on the steam of his breath.

“It’s all for you,” you smirk up at him as he pulls your chin towards him, inside his thumb and wet forefinger, and smooches delicately onto your lips.

He slips his tongue inside your mouth and you can taste the sweetness from the frosting.

“Mmm,” he groans as he continues to paw at your ass. “Lucky me.”

You watch as he runs his finger around the side of the cake again and a mound of white frosting gathers on the tip once more. He sticks his finger inside his mouth and sucks it clean, all the while maintaining a hypnotic eye contact with you. “Tastes better than it looks,” he grins.

You roll your eyes at him as he chuckles. “I love it,” he confirms. “Es perfecta y tan pensativa.”

“It took me all morning to make this for you.” You sigh and look at your clumsy handiwork despondently. The kitchen is a complete wreck and the thought of cleaning it up later isn’t a welcome one.

Frankie swipes his finger inside the cake’s frosting again, then holds it out for you this time. You lean forward and lick the it off his finger, sucking the thick, calloused digit clean.

“Good, no?” He asks you.

You nod. “Not too bad if I say so myself.” You grin proudly. There’s no denying the taste of the cake is exquisite; it’s just the putting it together that’s the issue. It looks incredibly lopsided on the plate and as though it will topple over at any moment.

Frankie looks down at you hungrily and watches as you gasp when he squeezes your butt more lavishly now. Massaging your cheeks, he starts to nuzzle into your neck; breathing in the scent of your body lotion and perfume, kissing and mouthing up to your ear.

You can feel how hard he is as he tugs you closer to him, through his jeans. Your fingers hook into his belt loops as you crush him closer.

With his other hand, he reaches the mound of your breasts; so pert and bouncy in your bra, and gives them a good fondle too.

“You look so hot,” Frankie whines like he’s drunk, as he kisses across your cheek.

“Yeah?”

“Fuck yeah.” He then kisses down your collarbone, running his hot, wet tongue towards your cleavage and smooches over the front of the cups of your bra whining, until his fingers pull the material and reveal swollen areolas waiting just for him.

He looks up at you as he sucks and tongues your nipples awake; flicking them, teasing them and gnawing on them around his teeth.

Your legs feel like jelly as they buckle underneath you to watch him do that. It drives you bat shit crazy when he sucks on your nipples like this. The tingles and swirling pleasure that centres through them pulls tight and heavy, and you can feel that delicious ache between your legs start to bloom and throb.

Frankie reaches for the cake, and jabs his fingers into the frosting. He then runs his cakey fingers around your nipples, covering them in frosting, pulls you closer and opens his mouth.

He sucks and licks it off, groaning in delight as he swallows it all down.

“Mmm, my God.” You mewl as you watch him clean up your breasts. He stands up right, licking his lips.

“Sit on it,” Frankie prompts you. “Sit on the cake, hermosa.” His eyes are flashing dangerously at you, turning darker as the seconds tick on.

“But, it will get squashed.” You protest with a wry grin.

“It’s my birthday, right?” He cocks his brow at you.

“Yeah-”

“So, what I really want for my birthday is to eat this cake off your pussy, tu me entiendes?” He states with a bright, pink smirk under his moustache.

You grin wide, your body starting to prickle with sweat, as he brings the plate down to the floor, and supports your back as you sit on top of the cake after removing your panties.

You feel frosting go everywhere.

“Oh my god,” you giggle, and then he pushes you gently onto the couch on your back and spreads your legs wide.

He kneels down in between them, his eyes darting all over the sight of you with cake and frosting smashed all over your cunt and the insides of your thighs.

“You look good enough to eat, fuck…” Frankie flicks his tongue through the flumps of frosting and cake bits as he sets to work feasting on you.

You take his cap as the rim gets cake on it and toss it across the couch. His hair is all curly and messy underneath it and you run your hands through it, raking it back as he tastes you.

He licks all up the inside of your thighs, cleaning you up. Around the outsides of your lips, slowly teasing you. Then, when he can tell you’re gagging for him to just do it already, he licks his tongue all over your clit.

“Oh yeah…” You coo as you close your eyes, feeling his magic tongue cast entrancing spells on your body and mind alike.

He sucks gently, but firmly, on your clit; wiggling his tongue around on the tip through the plumes of frosting, and the insides if your thighs jolt and jerk. It's all over his chin as he pops his head up to grin at you; licking around his lips like a hungry dog just rewarded with a treat.

You can’t help but giggle at the sight of him, reaching to wipe some of the frosting from his chin and sucking it off your thumb as he laps back at your slit and makes your back arch.

“Fuck, Frankie!” You groan as he slips his two middle fingers inside of you; finger fucking you deeply as he gnaws on your cake covered cunt.

“Sabes tan bien… so fucking good,” he mewls looking at you from between your legs, and you can hear his pants and groans as he opens his mouth and tongues your swollen nub to death.

“I’m gonna come,” you breathe, tensing your legs to which he holds them open at the thighs weighing them down and sucks your clit as you peak. “Fuck. Oh my God, yes… yes!”

You start squirming when it gets too sensitive, and you hear his raspy chuckle from your centre as you tug tightly at his curls.

“Oh God, it’s too much… Frankie-” You giggle and try to squirm away, but he’s too strong.

“Nu-uh,” you hear him say as he sucks and thrashes his tongue around on your clit harder.

You writhe and buck against his face and his fingertips are prodding into your thigh meat keeping you in place.

“Oh God, Frankie… please!” You pant arching upright, your head off the cushions and straining; your hands fisting harder in his scalp, your whole body is tense and locked as you come again.

He always knows how to get you off with his tongue, knows your body has it in you to have more, even if it feels like you can’t.

You flop back into the couch, breathless as he crawls up your body and smirks at you licking his lips. He has cake crumbs smeared up his scruff, and even some peppered in his eyebrows.

Frankie swipes his fingers inside the frosting from the crushed cake on the floor, and sticks his fingers inside your mouth; swirling them around your tongue and in the sides of your cheeks; watching with open lips as you suck and swallow the it down.

He still continues to run his fingers around your mouth long after the cake fluff is gone from them. Just enthralled by the way you suck, tease them and nip on them, just like you would with his cock.

You push him upright so he’s sitting on the couch now, reaching for his belt. He holds his hands up out of the way smirking, and watching you as he lifts his hips off the sofa momentarily so you can tug his jeans and boxers down.

His cock thunks up against the soft swell of his belly. He pulls off his shirt and tosses it to the floor, eagerly anticipating what’s to come as you take off your bra.

You reach for the cake, clawing your fingers into it and take a fist full, and smear it all over his hard, weeping cock, and balls.

He holds his cock out to you at the base as he’s sat slouched back into the cushions; his long legs running parallel either side of you as you kneel between them. You scratch up the back of his calves as you lean forward and take his fluffy, snow coated dick inside your mouth; the frosting clouding around your lips.

“Fuck,” he drones, his head leaning back and closing his eyes as you suck hard on the head of him, and stripping him of his breath.

He whines as you start the clean-up job, running your tongue up and down him and taking mouthfuls of cake as you lick his cock.

“Mmm,” he whines watching you and biting onto his bottom lip through droopy, mesmerised eyes. You run your tongue all down his shaft; the icing becomes pearly and more fluid as it mixes sticky with your saliva.

It’s sweet and cloying, and as you run your tongue over and around his balls, you’re looking up at him and sucking one of them gently into your mouth as you pump his cock slowly with your hand, tightening around him as you go.

“Ah fuck… yeah,” Frankie coos as he watches, utterly beside himself, as you lick all the cake frosting and suck and play with his plump balls. Swollen and throbbing with that need he has for you; that need to cover you in that frosting of his own.

You pop the tip of him back inside your mouth and suck down deeply on him, feeling him at the back of your throat. The husks of his grunts, like a whisper pelted in wet gravel, echo inside your ears.

Frankie has no words when you take him all the way down to the soft fuzz of hairs at the base of him; instead, the noises puffing out of him makes your pussy plead on its knees in subjugation of him.

His huge hands massage inside of you hair and soon you feel him fucking your face, pushing his cock deeper as he thrust his hips, forcing himself further down your throat.

Heaves roll up from your stomach but you don’t choke fully on him; inhaling deeper through your nose that it whistles somewhat as he pants, bucking into your face as you open wider.

Gug-gug-gug... an unrelenting rhythm of sticky suction, and satisfied grunts flow from his mouth around the lounge. You mouth him and suck, driving him utterly wild as he gasps and groans in delight.

“Come here,” he grunts, reaching for you and hoisting you into his lap where he angles his cock at your pussy and slips inside you without wasting a second.

“Ah yeah!” “Fuck!” You both chime and gasp at the same time.

“You’re so wet; you’re drenched.” He’s panting, grinning and beside himself with the state you're in.

You breathe out into his face as he fills you up and packs you out.

You wrap your arms around the back of his thick neck, slipping up and down on him. His skin is sticky from the cake; crumbs and frosting trails are everywhere.

Your breasts taste so sweet as he takes your nipple inside his mouth and swirls his tongue around it before reaching up to kiss you on the lips. You ride hard, feeling yourself slam down on his cock each time he fucks up into you.

Both of you are frantic, hungry for each other.

He reaches for the remainder of the cake and grabs it, and slathers it all over your tits and chest, then crushes you towards him.

The cake and frosting is smooshed between your bodies; the sugary cream and frosting splurge out everywhere, and pieces of the sponge are wrenched apart as you both become utterly covered in it.

It’s all over the sofa, the carpet; in your hair. It would be worth the clean up later.

Frankie smirks at you as you run your hands in the cake, smear it over his chest and slip your fingers into his mouth.

He sucks and licks them clean with some urgency and you kiss and lick each other’s faces, gorging upon one another hungrily whilst you fuck deeply and intensely.

“Mmm, Frankie... Please, oh God!” You groan, feeling your body tighten and clench again.

“You close, baby?”

“Mmmhm.”

“Come all over my cock.” He encourages. “Soak it with that tight, little cunt, hermosa.”

He's in deep, plunging that cock right up into the hilt of you, and your body begins to shake and tense once more.

You cry out as you peak; your pussy contracting all around him. Riding him hard to get your rocks off and feeling dizzy and hot.

“Fuuuccck!” Frankie yells out; his head thrown back into the sofa cushions and eyes rolling into the back of his skull.

He loves it when you come like this around his cock. The squeezing and the convulsing against him, oh it feels divine.

"That's it, baby. Yeah, like that.” He encourages you, watching you lose your shit all over him. His thumb strokes your clit and you sonic boom.

“So good,” he hisses as you move around and around. “Right there... that’s it. Oh fuck, that’s so sweet!” He grunts. “I’m gonna come so deep inside of you, te voy a inundar llena, niña!

He has a nub of cake smeared on his cheek and you bend forward and lick it up and he grips onto your butt, squeezing it fondly whilst you ride him through the shakes.

“I want you to come in my mouth, Frankie.” You pant.

He nods, “I’m almost there,” he whines.

You slip off of his lap and sink to your knees, sucking on his cock. You can taste your sweet slick, and you run your sticky, frosted hands over his shaft once more and taste the cake inside your mouth alongside the thick track of his dick.

You massage his shaft, pumping up and down as you suck hard on him and he grips the sides of the sofa cushions, thrusting his hips into your mouth.

“Shit! ¡Sí! Sigue adelante!” He calls, his neck and thighs tensing, then he shoots plentiful bursts of his creamy, thick ejaculate into your mouth.

You work his cock; his come bubbling around your lips as it drips and leaves pearly strings dangling from his shaft.

You continue to suck on him long after he’s come. Just gently massaging and mouthing him and running that tongue over him as he watches enthralled, and like he’s died and gone to fucking blow job heaven.

“Mmm,” Frankie breathes, fingering through your cake laden hair, as you look up at him doe-eyed and wink as you clean him up and swallow him all down.

You’re both a sticky, crummy mess. The sofa and the carpet are a fucking mess. Cake explosions everywhere.

Frankie takes your hands inside his giant ones, and pulls you back into his lap where you sit on his frosted and crumb covered thighs.

“So, you liked your cake then?” You nuzzle into him smirking, and smooching on his hooked nose, then onto his pink lips, for a kiss that seems like it won’t ever end.

“Best birthday cake ever,” he whispers back to you with a breathy grin.

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just you and me ~ jj maybank

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You were laying with your back against JJ's chest in the hammock in front of John B's house, watching the sunset.

"Do you ever wish things would have been different for us?" you asked out of the blue, breaking the comfortable silence.

"What do you mean?" he said, twirling a peace of hair around his finger.

"I don't know. Like, do you ever wish you were a Kook? That your mother was still around and your father wasn't the abusive bastard that he is?" you said, gazing up into his eyes.

He chuckled at the last remark.

"I don't know, I guess so. I mean, I wish my mother was still here. She was the best. She would've loved you, you know?" his eyes were starting to fill with tears, his mother being a pretty sensitive topic for him.

"I wish I could have met her, from what you've told me she was a wonderful woman. I think we would've gotten along" you were running your hand over his chest, drawing random shapes with the tip of your finger.

"You definitely would have. She always wanted another child, a girl. You could've been the daughter she neved had"

You hugged his torso tighter at that, knowing how much pain her leaving them caused him. He never really spoke about her, only if you insisted on it.

"Do you ever wish she hadn't left?"

"Of course I do. She's the reason why dad is the way he is. He always blames me for her leaving, and when he hits me he says he sees her in me so he loses it"

"That's no excuse, bub. No parents should ever lay a hand on their children, no matter what"

He nodded, fighting the urge to cry. You leaned up and kissed him on the lips, his heart finding comfort in your touch.

After he met you, he finally found the peace he had been looking for since his mother left. The person he would feel at peace with, the person he would get to call home. In you, he found that someone.

"I love you" he whispered, resting his forehead on yours.

"I love you too" you smiled at him, reaching up and running a hand through his messy hair.

A peaceful silent enveloped the two of you, the only thing that could be heard were the waves in the distance.

"We'll go full Kook one day, right?" you asked again, making JJ chuckle.

"Of course we will. We'll buy a house on Figure Eight and we'll make gold statues of ourselves and put them in our front yard for everyone to see. We'll have a couple of kids, maybe a dog or two and live happily ever after with our bank accounts full of cash" he explained while proceeding to run his fingers up and down your arm.

"Why the gold statues?"

"I don't know, they seem cool"

You chuckled and nodded your head, burying your face into his warm chest.

"I can't wait to do all of that with you. You're it for me, J. You're the one" you told him, not looking up at him in fear of his reaction.

"You're it for me, too. I don't think I'd ever be able to find someone as perfect as you" he kissed the top of your head.

"It's just you and me against the world"

"Just you and me"

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MEDIA MANAGEMENT: BIRTHDAY EDITION — JACK HUGHES

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notes: i know i’m not even caught up on the games yet! i am SO sorry! i’m gonna try posting a couple tomorrow! the hardest part has been finding the time to rewatch the games and take screenshots but i’m gonna try and do a few games tonight so that i can write tomorrow!

another note: i fried by brain with all the writing i’ve done today, so this isn’t nearly as fun and chaotic as i had hoped it would be when i first decided to write it :(

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y/ndevils00 HAPPY TAYLOR SWIFT BIRTHDAY TO THE SEXIEST MOTHERFUCKER TO EVER HAVE LIVED!!

my shoe matching, bags holding, 99 point scoring, hair cut needing, tooth losing, sebastian aho fighting, personal carrier! this kind, wise (but not smart), funny, handsome boy is 22 today!

jacky, you make me the happiest girl in the world every day, so i hope i can return the favor for at least this one specific day. thank you for being my best friend and the best cat dad! i’m so glad we had each other to lean on in our first year with the devils, and i’m so happy that you decided you liked me enough to keep me around.

we’ve had ups and downs, i’ve comforted you through losses, celebrated with you for wins, but i remain true to the fact that MY biggest win has been landing you.

i love you to pluto and wish you only the best in life, bubs. happy birthday <3

p.s. i hope you’re not already sick of hearing 22 (tv), cause it’ll be on all day! even during sexy times!

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jackhughes thank you sweet girl ❤️ i love you to pluto! i’m so grateful for you.

jackhughes however, i am gonna need you to stop calling getting ready for bed, “sexy times” and putting it on the internet where my mother can see it. she’s gonna think you’re talking about something else

y/ndevils00 your mother loves me, i can do whatever i want

elblue6 i love her and she can do whatever she wants!

jackhughes it’s my birthday and i’m feeling really attacked

trevorzegras you brought this on yourself dude

john.marino97 i thought i was the sexiest motherfucker to have ever lived?!

y/ndevils00 shhh jojo! i promise you are every other day of the year!

dawson1417 now hold on- you told me i was the sexiest motherfucker to have ever lived!

nicohischier she told me the same thing!

john.marino97 @/y/ndevils00 do you have anything to say for yourself?!

y/ndevils00 i fear i have been caught… 🏃‍♀️

john.marino97 happy birthday hughesy!

jackhughes thanks maraschino cherry!

john.marino97 not you too!

dawson1417 happy 22, man! been a pleasure playing with you! thanks for sharing your time with y/n with us!

jackhughes thanks man! you too! although i’ve had no choice in that last thing. i’d like my gf back!

dawson1417 i can’t do that.

nicohischier happy birthday jack! i’ve loved having you as alternate captain! can’t wait for next season!

jackhughes thank you cap! can’t wait to go even farther next season!

lhughes_06 happy birthday to the best middle hughes brother!

jackhughes i’m the only middle hughes brother? but thanks?

lhughes_06 yeah!

elblue6 happy 22nd birthday to my middle baby! i love you honey!

jackhughes thanks mom, i love you too! and happy mother’s day!

_quinnhughes happy bday little bro! hope you have a great day!

jackhughes thanks bro!

subbanator happy birthday lil jizzy! see you tonight, man!

jackhughes thanks man! we’re gonna have great night, eh?

y/ndevils00 what is this i hear of going out tonight? why do i find out you’re abandoning me, ON MY OWN POST?

subbanator @/y/ndevils00 sorry female jizzy! gotta take the man out!

y/ndevils00 did i just get called “female jizzy”? jackson, get this man off my post. i’m mad at you both @/jackhughes

jackhughes @/y/ndevils00 yes ma’am

y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes ….

jackhughes @/y/ndevils00 still no.

dougieham happy birthday to y/n’s other half! i think i’ve met you once or twice

jackhughes thanks dougs!

trevorzegras HAPPY BIRTHDAY HUGHESY! 22! LET’S PARTY TONIGHT!

y/ndevils00 YOU’RE going too?! what is this, not invite y/n night?!

trevorzegras it’s not that you weren’t invited, it’s just…

y/ndevils00 it’s just what?!

trevorzegras i got nothing. sorry, i thought i would come up with something

jackhughes thanks z!

jackhughes @/y/ndevils00 you ARE invited babe. i told you about it last night!

y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes oh- it was 1am and you kept saying “tomorrow” so i thought you were talking about plans for tomorrow night

jackhughes @/y/ndevils00 WHO talks about plans at 1am and refers to it as “today”?!

y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes me 🧍‍♀️ so watch your tone toothless

lhughes_06 @/jackhughes HA! SHE GOT YOU!

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sailor-aviator · 7 months

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Will You Be My Boo?

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Reader

Summary: Your boyfriend invites you over for a little pumpkin carving competition.

Warnings: Fluff, Kissing, Competition, Bradley Bradshaw.

Word Count: 1,381

A/N: Alright! My first one-shot! I know it's a bit on the short side, but I hope you all enjoy it regardless! I'd love to start doing more of these (and hopefully make them longer as we move forward), but for now, I have a couple more planned and then we'll see what happens! My inbox and requests are always open, so feel free to shoot me a message! As always, comments, reblogs, and likes are greatly appreciated! If you like my writing, consider buying me a ko-fi!

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You giggled as your boyfriend pulled you into his apartment. You took note of the large, plastic tarp that was draped across his living room floor. The furniture was pushed off to the side to make room, and two, large pumpkins sat on opposite ends of the tarp surrounded by various carving tools.

“What’s all this, bubba?” You asked him, turning to look up at him. Bradley smirked down at you, leaning in to press a kiss to your lips.

“Thought we could have some fun carving pumpkins,” he mumbled against your lips. You hummed, reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck. Bradley slid his hands down your sides, resting them on your rear, squeezing gently. You gasped into the kiss, allowing Bradley to slip his tongue into your mouth, licking at you eagerly. Your fingers ran through his chestnut locks, pulling lightly, and Bradley groaned, breaking the kiss to look at you. His cheeks were red, lips swollen from the kiss. After three years of dating, you still got butterflies from seeing him like this.

“I asked you to come over for a reason,” he scowled at you.

“You’re the one who kissed me,” you teased. Bradley placed a small slap to your ass, earning a squeak as he pulled away. He chuckled, pulling you further into his apartment and onto the tarp.

“What’s the plan, Stan?” You asked him, earning a look which made you let out another giggle. He rolled his eyes, but smiled softly as he looked at you.

“Jake told me about this trend going around,” he started. Your brow shot up.

“Since when do you listen to Jake?” You laughed. He scowled at you, gesturing for you to sit down on the ground. You did so, crossing your legs.

“So, he told me about this trend,” Bradley continued, “where people compete to see who can carve the best pumpkin.”

“Okay,” you nodded. “How does it work?”

“We’re going to sit here, facing away from each other, and we can’t look at what the other is carving until we’re both finished.”

“I don’t know, babe,” you smirked. “I’ve carved a lot of pumpkins. How many have you carved?”

“I’ve carved plenty of pumpkins,” he scoffed at you, and you raised an eyebrow.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you carve one.”

“Is this you saying you’re too scared that I’ll win?” He teased, a grin on his lips. It was your turn to scoff.

“You wish, Bradshaw,” you chuckled, moving to turn around to face your pumpkin. “I’m so winning this competition.”

“Yeah, we’ll just see about that,” Bradley smirked, turning to face his own pumpkin. “Remember, no peaking! I don’t need you cheating off of me.”

“I think that’s my line, Bubs.”

About forty-five minutes later, you were staring proudly at your simple, but classic, design. The pumpkin stared back at you with its toothy grin, and you were all but assured in your victory. Bradley could barely draw a stick figure, so you weren’t sure what possessed him to think that he would win a pumpkin carving contest against you. You cast a sly glance over your shoulder, eyeing the expanse of your boyfriend’s broad back. You smiled gently, hoping with everything in you that you would get to see it for the rest of your life.

It was no secret that you and Bradley were madly in love, and you had known early on into the relationship that he was it for you. Bradley made no secrets about feeling the same, but whenever someone asked when he would pop that most important question, he would shrug, a lazy smile on his face as he said, “we don’t want to rush things. We’re happy with how things are, right, babe?”

And you were, for the most part. But you couldn’t help but wish for the day you would get to wear a beautiful, white dress as you walked down the aisle to pledge the rest of your life to the man at your side.

Bradley peeked over his shoulder at you, and you quickly turned around, trying to hide your smirk at having been caught.

“I thought I said no peeking?” He rasped, his breath fanning over your cheek. You opened your mouth to respond, but let out a squawk as you felt the slimy entrails from his pumpkin hit your cheek. You turned to give an incredulous look to your boyfriend who was already watching you with a shit eating grin.

“Bradley Bradshaw, you did not-”

He raised his hand to smear another glob of pumpkin guts onto your other cheek, laughing as you fought between the need to laugh and the need to strangle him. Bradley let out a giggle at the sight of you, one that melted into a gasp as you took your own handful of pumpkin and smeared it across his face.

“Oh, now you’re in for it!” He laughed, scooping up even more entrails as he moved to stand. You shrieked as you attempted to dodge him, scrambling to your feet in the process.

“Bradley, no!” You hollered through fits of laughter. Bradley wrestled you to the ground, smearing the entrails on your face and hair. When you thought you would pass out from lack of oxygen due to all of your laughter, Bradley pulled back, inspecting his work. You were sure you looked a mess, feeling all of the pumpkin guts sticking to your skin and matting your hair. He gazed down at you softly as you fought to breathe through your giggles.

Bradley leaned down, placing a gentle kiss to your forehead before moving to your cheeks and finally placing one on your lips.

“I love you,” he murmured. You felt heat rise to your face, and you placed a hand to his cheeks.

“I love you too, Bradley,” you whispered. The two of you stared at one another for a moment before you moved to stand. Bradley pulled away to allow you space, offering you his hand as you both stood. You took it with a grateful smile, looking over to where his pumpkin sat.

“Alright,” you smirked, wiggling your eyebrows. “Let’s see who won this thing.”

Bradley chuckled, gesturing for you to go and take a look. You took the few steps around him, peering down at the gourd. Etched clumsily into the outside were the words “will you be my boo?” You giggled at the pun, and wondered where your boyfriend even came up with it. Bradley wasn’t the most creative, but what he lacked in imagination, he certainly made up for in effort. It was one of the many things you admired about him.

“I dunno, babe,” you smiled, turning around to face him. “I think I won the-”

You sucked in a breath of air at the sight before you. Bradley was kneeling down on one knee, a ring in his hands. The ring was simple, but beautiful, and you felt the tears in your eyes before you could stop them.

“Y/n,” Bradley rasped, his own tears gathering on his lash line. “You are without a doubt, the most beautiful, smart, amazing woman I have ever met. I don’t know how I managed to get you to agree to become my girlfriend all those years ago, but now I’m hoping I can somehow convince you to become my wife instead. I love you so, so much it hurts. Will you marry me?”

A sob tore its way from your throat as you nodded vigorously, reaching out for him. Bradley stood up, pulling you into his arms, hugging you tightly. This is where you belonged. You knew because you fit perfectly in his arms, and you never wanted to leave.

“Yes, Bradley,” you sniffled, looking up at him. “A thousand times yes.”

Bradley grinned down at you so widely you were sure his cheeks hurt. He slipped the ring onto your finger and leaned down to place a passionate kiss to your lips, one you returned with vigor.

“It’s not much,” he said, pulling away to look down at where the ring rested on your finger, stroking over it gently. “But, I hope it’s enough.”

“Oh, Bradley,” you sighed, leaning your head against his chest. “It’s perfect in every way.”

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