A/N: Here is just another fluff bomb for you all, hope you it! Please let me know what you think. Please note that english is not my first language so there might be grammar mistakes
Pairings: Bucky X Reader
Prompt: Bucky tries to figure out the reason behind his missing hoodie one day, relishing in the idea that might be a win-win situation for both of you.. but what might that lead to?
Warnings: Fluff overload
Word count: 3745
It all started out innocently enough, on a monday evening after a return home from a particularly difficult mission. Your feet brushed against the cold kitchen tiles, a shiver trailing through your body as you made your way to the fridge for a late night snack. You grabbed a plate of brownies, showing the fridge close with your elbow before making your way to the television room.
You were surprised to find it empty, smiling to yourself as you relished in the idea of being able to pick a movie for once as you planted yourself on the couch. You placed the plate on the sofa table, bringing a brownie to your mouth as you browsed through the selection available on Netflix until you found something of your liking. Another shiver trailed down your spine, your body being tired and drained of energy from the mission and you reached over to the blanket at and brought it over your legs. Your eyes landed on a grey hoodie, figuring it was Steve’s you contently threw it over your shoulders and enjoyed the warmth and smell of the large garment that covered your figure.
One day there was an anonymous present sitting on my doorstep—Volume One of Capital by Karl Marx, in a brown paper bag. A joke? Serious? And who had sent it? I never found out. Late that night, naked in bed, I leafed through it. The beginning was impenetrable, I couldn’t understand it, but when I came to the part about the lives of the workers—the coal miners, the child laborers—I could feel myself suddenly breathing more slowly. How angry he was. Page after page. Then I turned back to an earlier section, and I came to a phrase that I’d heard before, a strange, upsetting, sort of ugly phrase: this was the section on “commodity fetishism,” “the fetishism of commodities.” I wanted to understand that weird-sounding phrase, but I could tell that, to understand it, your whole life would probably have to change. His explanation was very elusive. He used the example that people say, “Twenty yards of linen are worth two pounds.” People say that about every thing that it has a certain value. This is worth that. This coat, this sweater, this cup of coffee: each thing worth some quantity of money, or some number of other things—one coat, worth three sweaters, or so much money—as if that coat, suddenly appearing on the earth, contained somewhere inside itself an amount of value, like an inner soul, as if the coat were a fetish, a physical object that contains a living spirit. But what really determines the value of a coat? The coat’s price comes from its history, the history of all the people involved in making it and selling it and all the particular relationships they had. And if we buy the coat, we, too, form relationships with all those people, and yet we hide those relationships from our own awareness by pretending we live in a world where coats have no history but just fall down from heaven with prices marked inside. “I like this coat,” we say, “It’s not expensive,” as if that were a fact about the coat and not the end of a story about all the people who made it and sold it, “I like the pictures in this magazine.”A naked woman leans over a fence. A man buys a magazine and stares at her picture. The destinies of these two are linked. The man has paid the woman to take off her clothes, to lean over the fence. The photograph contains its history—the moment the woman unbuttoned her shirt, how she felt, what the photographer said. The price of the magazine is a code that describes the relationships between all these people—the woman, the man, the publisher, the photographer—who commanded, who obeyed. The cup of coffee contains the history of the peasants who picked the beans, how some of them fainted in the heat of the sun, some were beaten, some were kicked.For two days I could see the fetishism of commodities everywhere around me. It was a strange feeling. Then on the third day I lost it, it was gone, I couldn’t see it anymore.
Wallace Shawn, The Fever
(To understand it, your whole life would probably have to change.)
HI! I JUST SAW HOMECOMING AND IM IN LOVE. Anyway can I get a Peter X reader where the reader is Tony’s daughter (a teleporter) who has a deaf best friend (Fury’s son) who reads lips and has hyper awareness and she just invites Peter and Ned (who now has a Stark internship for his computer skills) and ned and the readers best friend just try to get the reader and Peter together bcs they know they have feelings for each other? (sorry if it’s too much and btw my best friend is deaf in real life💗)
(AN. I really think this is an adorable idea and I warn you, there are tons of fluff in this!!!!! And guess who became literal Tom!spidey trash and less than four hours after seeing Homecoming???? THATS RIGHT. ITS ME! aaanyway these guys helped a me come out with ideas for this fic > @raisafatika@ciaa11@harukatrash so kudos to them)
-(B/f/n) : best friend’ s name-
(B/f/n) is a curious human being. He was born deaf, and that made him optimize the use of his other senses. He was given a hyper-awareness serum by his father, Nick Fury, at a very young age to help him go through the world.
Over time, the serum given to him as a tool to face the world became more like a superpower. He had awareness beyond any human being. He could feel even the tiniest vibrations.
Another challenge in his life was having to pretend that his father is dead.
Nick Fury faked his death a few years ago, and he hadn’t seen him since then. He sent his father anonymous letters from time to time, but Nick couldn’t send anything back to him in fear of giving away his location.
He was grateful to have (Y/n), his best friend. (Y/n) was Tony Stark’s daughter. Her mother died after giving birth, so Tony raised her. She was a genius, much like her father. (Y/n) played a huge role in Tony’s life. After all, six year old (Y/n) was the one who insisted Tony to take things seriously with Pepper.
(Y/n) also had a superpower. As a child, (Y/n) got trapped in her father’s matter transporter prototype. The incident broke the machine, but Tony didn’t care about that. He cared more about his little girl.
The accident gave her the ability to teleport. If she could focus enough, she could scatter her molecules to reform somewhere else. She could control her powers now, but if she teleported too much or too far, the exhaustion could kill her.
They were both avengers to an extent. They went on easy missions, but Tony insisted that they didn’t go on harder ones.
(B/f/n) stepped in the lounge. It was another regular day in the Avengers facility. Nothing to do. Neither he nor (Y/n) has school because lessons from Tony and Bruce was better than what any academic curriculum could offer.
He saw (Y/n) sitting contently in the couch watching Star Wars, her Hulk plushie conveniently cuddled in her arms. She was exhausted after teleporting to Manhattan and back. That’s the farthest she’s ever gone.
He smiled at his best friend.
Something else caught his eye. There was a phone on the iron kitchen in the back of the room, flashing with notifications. It wasn’t (Y/n)’s or his, so who’s phone could it possibly be?
He stepped closer and saw the messages.
From: Peter Parker
Hey Happy! Just checking in today!
So apparently, Happy left his phone.
(B/f/n) grabbed a piece of paper and crushed it into a ball and threw it to (Y/n) to get her attention.
“What is it?” (Y/n) asked, turning to him while pausing the movie.
Why did Happy leave his phone? (B/f/n) signed.
His actual gestures were actually: Happy. Leave. Phone. Why? but (Y/n) has gotten good at interpreting ASL.
“I don’t know,” (Y/n) shrugged and went back to watching Star Wars.
Suddenly, an idea came to (B/f/n)’s head.
He unlocked Happy’s phone. It wasn’t that hard. The passcode was Happy’s birthday, and since (B/f/n) had near-photographic memory, it was a piece of cake.
He scrolled through his phone and saw Peter literally spamming him with text messages Happy never bothered to read.
How are you Happy?
I just got home from school.
How’s (Y/n) btw?
Tell her I said hi.
Anyway does Mr. Stark have any missions for me?
I’ll always be ready if you need me, you know.
Don’t forget to tell (Y/n) I said hi.
And it goes on and on like that for at least three months.
There was one thing that (B/f/n) noticed. Peter always asked about (Y/n).
Nobody asks about someone that much unless he had a crush on her.
With blunt realization and sudden excitement, (B/f/n) smiled with glee.
(B/f/n) knew (Y/n) has a crush on Peter. She didn’t tell him personally, but he just knows. He’s aware of the slight blush that colors her cheek whenever Peter is mentioned, or the tension released from her posture whenever Peter enters the room.
He just knows.
(B/f/n) couldn’t tell (Y/n). She wouldn’t believe.
He needed a plan.
So he texted Ned frantically.
“(Y/n) invited us for movie night?” Peter asked incredulously, not believing his ears as his cheeks turn as red as the Iron Man suit. He only goes to the Avengers facility for training. He couldn’t believe (Y/n) invited them to movie night.
“That’s r-right,” Ned confirmed, “nothing behind this invitation- not at all!” he stuttered, ending the sentence with a nervous grin.
Peter gave him a suspicious look, but it did not last. His head was already imagining scenarios.
“You invited Peter for movie night?” (Y/n) asked incredulously. (B/f/n) shrugged and signed, Technically, I invited Peter and Ned.
“I don’t care! What if I mess up? What if I embarrass myself?” (Y/n) said with pleading eyes.
(B/f/n) rolled his eyes. You’re not gonna mess up, he signed, you’re not gonna embarrass yourself. You’re going to be just fine, okay?
(Y/n) sighed, “Okay,” she said grudgingly.
“Do I look okay?” Peter asked Ned, “Please tell me I look okay.”
“Relax, buddy,” Ned reassured, tapping his shoes.
(Y/n) opened the door. “Hi,” she said, smiling playfully. She was wearing an oversized sweater with pajama shorts while Peter was trying his best not to melt into a puddle.
“Hey,” Peter answered, trying to sound brave, but instead it came out more like a squawk. (Y/n) giggled at his reaction as she welcomed them in.
(B/f/n) waved at them and crashed on the couch, followed by the rest.
They agreed to watch Lord of The Rings. (B/f/n) set the subtitles and flopped back on the couch.
Halfway through the movie, Ned tapped on (B/f/n)’s shoulder. “what’s the plan again?” Ned whispered.
It’s dark, (B/f/n) signed, I can’t read your lips.
Ned gave him a confused look. “Huh?”
(B/f/n) face palmed. He remembered one thing that he did not think through. Ned doesn’t understand ASL.
Oh, how he hated excitement that ruined his near-perfect memory.
(B/f/n) took out his phone and opened the notes. He typed, what did you say? And passed the phone to Ned.
Ned took the phone. I said, what’s the plan again?
(B/f/n) took the phone again. Excuse yourself to the bathroom, and I’ll do the same a few minutes after you.
He handed Ned the phone again. Okay. He gave the phone back to (B/f/n).
“Are you guys passing notes on your phone?” (Y/n) asked, slightly confused.
“What? No,” Ned said nervously.
Since (B/f/n) can’t hear a thing and can’t see in the dark, he typed, Who are you talking to?
“You guys are passing notes,” Peter observed.
“O-okay,” Ned stuttered, “I think (B/f/n) is sleepy, aren’t you?” he asked, as (B/f/n) tilted his head in confusion. “and I need to go to the bathroom!” he announced, pushing (B/f/n) out of the lounge and into the hallway. “I’ll be back soon!” he called and disappeared through the door.
“Well that was… wierd,” (Y/n) said uncertainly.
“yeah,” Peter agreed, blushing because he was alone with (Y/n) on the couch watching The Fellowship of the Ring.
(Y/n) scooted closer to him.
Peter noticed something dangling from the girl’s arms. “Is that a hulk plushie?” Peter asked.
(Y/n) blushed in embarrassment. “Umm… Yeah,” she admitted.
“I think it’s cute,” Peter smiled.
(Y/n)’s eyes brightened. “Thank you.”
Then, Peter realized, that if he wanted to confess, this is the perfect time to do so.
“(Y/n)?” Peter called softly.
“I sorta.. Kinda, y'know…” he started, scratching the back of his head, “you’re just… And I’m, well… I don’t know how to say this and I’m really scared right now… It’s like… You know, when you’re in a room… I, ummm, I get nervous, and I-I don’t know how to act- I just have these feelings, and stuff and- I sorta- kinda like you- but- but y'know if y-you don’t feel the same…but I think I-I’m in love with you -”
Before he could finish his sentence, (Y/n) leaned up to press her lips against his.
Peter couldn’t believe it. (Y/n) Stark was kissing him.
He melted into the kiss in a matter of seconds.
His heart was beating out of his rib cage as he sighed into her lips, happy that he didn’t have to hide anything from her anymore.
They pulled away, out of breath and smiling like idiots.
“Was that your first kiss?” (Y/n) asked smiling contently.
“That obvious, huh?” Peter grinned.
“It was mine, too,” (Y/n) admitted, pecking his lips one more time.
They stayed in silence for a while.
“Hey, Peter?” (Y/n) called.
“I think I’m in love with you, too.”
From the hallway, (B/f/n) and Ned high-fived in happiness that their fatally flawed plan actually worked.
i had a dream last night that be more chill came back but they couldn’t find a creeps sweater so they contacted me for mine n i said fine but you gotta let me see the show so they flew me out to new jersey and i had to do a sketchy trade of the shirt for tickets in a back alley with jake boyd
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader Rating: Mature Summary: Reader is bored and wants to cure it by distracting her boyfriend. Word Count: 1.4k Genre: Mild smut Warnings: long steamy make out session and it also involves some slight dry humping.
Gifs used below aren’t mine,
credit to the rightful owners.
Stepping inside the shared living room of the building, determined to cure your boredom, you spotted your boyfriend sitting on a couch and reading some reports of the last assignment.
Glenn Miller’s soft music - Steve’s favorite - filled the room and relaxed the ambient air while the rest of the Avengers was minding their own business outside the facility and- therefore had left you both. All alone with Steve Rogers.
Walking over the super soldier, you sneaked behind the couch, landing your hands on his shoulders and you massaged the tightness of his muscles, earning some satisfying groans.
He laughed. “That’s funny because I believe you have something that belongs to me.”
It took you a few to understand what he meant, but then it occurred to you. You stole his sweater.
You decided to meet him for a swap of your things. It was still pretty early so you decided to meet for an early lunch. You didn’t want to pretend like your someone your not so you dressed in a casual ripped jeans and flowy top.
Would you recognize him? Would he recognize you?
You both decided to meet at the corner café. You were beyond nervous. What if you is actually a jerk or he doesn’t like the real you? What if he regrets last night?
You walked into the café, you didn’t notice any familiar faces so you picked a seat in the back. It was pretty empty anyway so he shouldn’t have trouble finding you.
You clicked your thumbs together waiting for him. You felt your heart beating fast. You couldn’t control your emotions. You weren’t in a good place to be rejected right now.
Your head jerked up when you heard the door open triggering a bell. There he was. He was as gorgeous as you remember. He was wearing a white crewneck a black leather jacket with black jeans. He also had a white beanie on and a black face mask. As soon as he saw you, you could tell he was smiling behind the mask through his eyes.
“Hey.” He said to you as he sat down. He took off his face mask and he gave you a sweet smile. The killer smile you remember.
“Hi.” You shyly responded.
“Let me get us some drinks.” He got up not asking what you wanted.
He came back shortly with two drinks. They honestly looked quite tasty. “This is the best drink here.” He smiled.
You were hesitant to try it because you weren’t a coffee drinker and you doubted they had chocolate shakes here. When you tried it you were blown away. It had a coffee hint but it was mostly ice chocolate. It was delicious.
“It’s a chocolate chip frappuccino…by the look on your face I can tell you like it?” He laughed.
You nodded and put your drink down before it could give you a brain freeze.
“Um.” You started. “I just want to apologize about last night….I promise I never do these type of things.”
He nodded biting the inside of his cheek.
“My friends said that it’s time I put myself out there again….and maybe I got carried away…..so I’m sorry.” You looked down chipping your nail polish off.
“You don’t have to be sorry….” You looked up at him. “I dont regret last night.” He smiled.
“I just kind of wished I remembered more of it.” He continued. “But maybe we can start from the beginning? I mean if you want because you did sneak out on me.” He smirked.
“Oh no.” You leaned your head in your hands. “I promise it’s not like that….I was just embarrassed.” You blushed as you looked at him.
“You’re cute.” He laughed. “So does that me you want to start over?”
“Oh course.” You smiled.
“I’m Jungkook.” He reached his hand out towards you.
Really we are doing this? “I’m (Y/N).” You laughed at his silliness.
“And I did want to say that you’re great in bed.” He bit his lip.
You rubbed your forehead laughing. “You’re not suppose to say that…we didn’t have sex yet.”
“Right…I predict you’re great in bed.” He smiled.
You shook your head laughing, you kicked him from under the table. “Well I predict that you snore in your sleep.” One thing you remembered this morning was that he had the cutest snore you ever heard, it wasn’t loud or obnoxious but it was soft and cute.
His face dropped from your choice of words. “Really…we’re gonna go there?”
“You started it.” It was your turn to smirk.
You changed your mind, your glad you came to meet him.
“Oh I almost forgot.” He reached into his pocket and slid your phone across the table. You were so caught up in Jungkook you actually forgot about your phone.
“Thank you.” You blushed. “And you can have this back I guess.” You took his sweater laying on your side of the bench and tossed it to him.
“But I might take it back one day because it’s comfortable.” You tilted your head deviously.
“We’ll see.” He smirked.
The sad part was that Jungkook had to work later that day but he asked you out for tomorrow night. You were beyond excited.
When you got to your apartment your friends were argueing over what movie they rather watch.
“Hey (Y/N) How did it go?” They both sat up as soon as they saw you. You threw yourself between them on the couch.
“He was the most amazing guy ever.” You smiled.
“Really?” Lalisa cheered.
“Yeah….he was sweet, funny, charming, so cute.” You blushed thinking about him.
You felt happy, like you could actually can move on. You could finally forget about Illhoon. He attempted to talk to you a few times since the break up but you told him you weren’t ready, but now you feel confident.
“So when are you seeing him again?” Rosé nudged you.
“We have a date tomorrow.” You bit your lip. You were overly excited and it was obvious in your face.
“See we did this….we want credit at your wedding.” You laughed.
You thought later that day that you should call Ilhoon, he has been trying to talk to you for a while now to settle things.
You felt both relieved and disappointed when you heard his voice mail. You left a message saying how sorry you were for ignoring his calls and that you’re feeling much better and that you’re ready to settle your relationship.
“How’s this?” You pulled out a dress from your closet.
“No too fancy.” Rosé suggested.
You put it back and pulled out something else. “This?”
“No too fancy.” Rosé said more annoyed. Lalisa was good at this but she was out with her guy you still didn’t know.
Jungkook slipped his number in your phone before he gave it back to you and he texted you to not dress fancy, that it was a causal date. Which honestly made you happy because he was more down to earth, but somehow you were still nervous.
“Here.” Rosé got up and went through your closet. “This is not too fancy and it’s not to causal, perfect for a date.”
You loved her choice, it was simple white spring dress with a black and white stripped cardigan and to top it off with some gray doc martins. It was causal, cute, and edgy at the same time.
“Thank you.” You smiled.
“Just be yourself.” You released a breath.
You were already waiting for Jungkook to pick you up even though he told you seven, you still had ten minutes to spare.
Your heart skipped a beat when you heard a knock on the door.
“He’s here.” Why were you so nervous?
Rosé pushed you to the door and you slowly opened it. Your eyes landed on the handsome guy in front of you. He looked good like usual. He was in a white button down dress shirt with black jeans and his usual black leather jacket.
He looked at you and smiled. “Hey.” He sweetly greeted.
“Behave yourselves.” Rosé smirked.
“No promises.” Those words slipped out of your mouth.
Jungkook just laughed, mostly from your feared embarrassing expression. He reached his hand out and you took it following close behind.
“You look beautiful.” He said shyly.
“So do you.” You replied nervously and mentally hit yourself in the face. “I mean handsome.” You bit your lip.
“That’s okay, I’m know I’m beautiful.” He joked.
You were a flushed mess, your face never turned a shade lighter then red.
While he was driving you felt comfortable, the silence didn’t bother you. He was softly singing to the radio and you were blown away of how incredible his voice was.
“I hope you’re not taking me to the middle of nowhere so I can get murdered.”
“That’s not my style….I’m more lock you up in my basement type.” He laughed.
You pulled up into a parking lot that was packed. Instead of parking Jungkook made his way to the back of the building. After he parked you saw him text someone. You both got out and you followed him to the back door of the building.
You only waited a few seconds until it opened. “Hey man.” Some guy greeted Jungkook. He was wearing a backwards cap but you could tell he had orange hair. He had a smile that brightened up his whole face.
“You’re (Y/N) right?” He looked at you and smiled.
You nodded and shook his hand. “This is Hoseok, hes my friend, he works here so he can sneak us in.” Jungkook introduced you.
What was here exactly? After Hoseok snuck you in, he led you both out of the employees only area. When you made your way to the rest of the building you immediately got excited. You were in an aquarium. It was beautiful.
You walked down the path of the different displays of all the different types of fish. You haven’t been to an aquarium since you were little so it was refreshing. Jungkook really knew how to pick a date. He smiled at your fascination with the different aquariums. There was still people browsing but you could tell the aquarium was on their last hour before close.
Jungkook held your hand the entire time you walked through the different areas. You reached a portion that was a pathway through a tunnel. When you walked along the aquarium it was all along the tunnel. All around you. You slightly jumped when you noticed the sharks swimming above your head. You squeezed Jungkook’s hand tighter. It was incredible and frightening at the same time.
The next half hour you were more blown away of every display they had to offer. You walked upstairs until you reached another pathway of stingrays. You watched as they swam above you and all around. You looked at Jungkook smiling.
“It’s amazing.” You whispered.
“Yeah.” Just then Jungkook stole your attention as he leaned into you with a tender kiss. You were surprised from the sudden action but it didn’t take you long to respond. The kiss got deeper as you wrapped your arms around his neck. He held each hand on your hips moving you backwards until you reached the wall. You felt glass from the cold chill that ran up your back.
You felt him brush your bottom lip with his tongue. The sensation gave you butterflies as you opened your mouth responding to his request. He pushed you up so you were sitting on the railing behind you. He placed himself between your legs as he moved down to your neck. You felt like you were drunk with every wet touch. You touched up his toned body underneath his shirt. You felt the tension between your lower half’s.
He stopped kissing you for a moment as your phone rang ruining the moment. You didn’t bother looking at the name, you just hit the call straight to voicemail. Clearly making out with Jungkook was more important to you. He was your drug and you needed more of it.
You pulled him back in kissing him deeply. You reached for his pants buckle getting excited. “How about we finish this at my place, I rather not get kicked out.” He smirked. You nodded and you both made your way out of the building quickly.
When you got into the car he was shaking his leg impatiently. You couldn’t help but blush as you noticed his bulge. Luckily the drive was pretty short because you both couldn’t wait much longer.
As soon as you made your way into his apartment he pinned you against the door kissing you desperately. This was deja vu but better because neither of you were drunk.
You jumped up wrapping your legs behind him. You felt his erection poking you and it felt chilling. He started towards the bedroom carrying you. You were kissing his neck until he dropped you on his bed. You helped him take off his shirt and immediately took off your dress. He took a second to admire your body before he pulled your underwear off along with your bra. You grabbed his pants, quickly taking them off.
You grabbed his member pumping your hand up and down as he kissed your neck. You moaned as he rubbed figure eights through your folds.
“Jungkook.” You moaned. “I need you right now.”
He smirked at you as he grabbed himself and lined up to your center. He lifted your right leg up and placed it on his shoulder as he pushed in. The angle was deep and you almost screamed from the pleasure. He thrusted into you deeper causing the bed to squeak.
“You okay.” He asked you sweetly out of breath.
You nodded. “Faster.” You moaned.
He leaned into you more, bending your leg more forward. He thrusted into you at a rapid speed. He was out of breath as you attempted to kiss him.
You felt a chill as your pleasure was shooting through your body. “Jungkook I’m gonna c-” You moaned.
“Wait for me.” He tried to catch his breath.
As soon as he said that he started slowing down and you decided to let go. You closed your eyes as you felt him released causing you to shutter from the orgasm that was passing through both of your bodies.
You moaned as he pulled out of you suddenly. He immediately fell to the side of you trying to steady his breathing. You loved the way he looked with sweat dripping down his face.
He turned to you and smiled. “I knew you would be great in bed.” You laughed as you pushed your hair off your face.
He pulled you in for one last kiss before you both fell asleep.
The next morning you actually remember everything that happened and the thought obviously put a smile on your face. You felt Jungkook right behind you as his breath was on your neck and his arm was wrapped over your hip. You gently reached for your phone to check the time. When you clicked the home button you noticed you had one missed call from Illhoon.
He must of been the one that called you last night. Was he just responding to your call?
You sat up about to get out of bed when you felt Jungkook pull you back into his arms.
“No…you’re not sneaking out this time.” He whined.
You laughed from his cute actions and you turned around to face him. “I wont.” You blushed.
He leaned in and kissed you gently on the lips. “I’m sorry I slept over again.”
“I’m glad you did.” He shyly smiled. “I like seeing you first thing when I wake up.” You felt the butterflies invade your stomach again. He was so sweet and you can’t wait to move forward with your relationship.
A few hours later you decided to head home. Spending all morning with Jungkook was nice. He cooked you breakfast as you danced around him making him laugh.
You would of stayed longer but his friends invaded your alone time. They were all goofy especially the one you met last night, turns out hes Jungkooks roommate also. He just spends a lot of time over his girlfriend’s place.
When you got back to your apartment you decided to call Illhoon back.
“Hey.” He answered. “I got your message.”
“Sorry I didn’t answer I was out.” You responded. You were fine hearing his voice, it didn’t make you shiver like it did before, knowing he didn’t love you anymore.
“Do you want to meet me? I think we should catch up for a bit.” He sounded nervous.
“Yeah sounds good.”
It was time to put your breakup a side and start being friends again. That’s what you were before you even started dating. You met up with him at your old favorite pizza place that you always went to together. It was nice seeing him again. You definitely moved on, you can actually look at him without bursting into tears.
“So how is everything?” You causally asked.
“There was something I wanted to ask you.” He cut to chase.
Who would kill more virgins? Mercy is a Virgin Killer Sweater or Genji in one?
Back from Dominican Republic!<333 I had a really great time! Missed everyone here on Tumblr tho :’-))) Also, since I came home, I haven’t been feeling well, but I’m trying my best to answer asks! (get ready for some posting spam)
I noticed that I’m three days behind on BunnyRibbit week, so hopefully I’ll catch up!
Summary: Reader steals a sweater from her soft boyfriend Bucky and refuses to give it back so he takes matters into his own hand
You sat on the couch curled up with two toaster waffles and engulfed in your boyfriends sweater. Watching the Sunday cartoons that someone put on you were guessing Thor or Clint. Him being a super soldier was a great gift because all his clothes were huge and acted as a warm blanket at any time.
“y/n!” Bucky called from the bedroom.
“Yes?” You called not looking up from your breakfast.
“Have you seen my sweater?” You looked down and giggled.
“You aren’t wearing it?”
“Why would you say that?”
“I can see you, you know”
“What? No you can’t”
You giggled as you heard him groan and rummage through the closet. Nat who sat next to you giggled and elbowed you.
“you know thats his only sweater right?” she whispered
“oh i know hun, i hid his others” with that she lost it.
“y/n! where is my sweater!” Bucky yelled in frustration thought the compound. He was the only one not at breakfast and you quietly ate your cereal as you wore his sweater. Not the one he was looking for yesterday, a different one from your stash. He came out and ran a hand through his wet hair as he walked out. He saw you in one of his sweaters and glared at you and threatened to throw his phone at you.
“i don’t know dear…” you said as you turned around and faced him.
“Not that one too!” He groaned and grabbed the pot of coffee and rolled his eyes.
Bucky was fed up with you hoarding his sweaters. He found it cute especially when you gave them back and said something along the lines of “they don’t smell like you anymore”. Then a day or two later you would steal them again.
He walked into the training center to see you stretching in one of his sweaters.
“Y/N! your getting it all sweaty!” he groaned and picked you up to get your…his sweater back but you wiggled out of his grip and ran and hid under Sam who was doing pushups.
“Girl leave me out of this” He chuckled and helped you hide from Bucky.
Bucky was fed up. Sure it was cute, but he never had any sweaters. He grabbed all your sweaters and hid them. He grabbed a deep maroon one and zipped it one. It didn’t fit him and it was stretched out but that was the plan.
He walks out of the bedroom and goes to the kitchen to grab a cup of coffee before going to go train. He knew all eyes were on him as he was wearing a red sweater that was WAY WAY too small for him.
I once met louis in a restaurant in london (my grandad’s girlfriend lives there). I was trying not to freak out so I went for a cig. bad choice. he came out for a cig too. fuckin "s'cuse me love, got a light?" apparently multimillionaires forget their lighters sometimes too. the sweater paws killed me. he's TINY and I'm 5'11 lol. most surreal experience of my life. went back in & my grandad laughed at me bc I was pale & #shook. story short, lou borrowed a lighter off me & I somehow didn't cry.
fhfjdfjfjkf this is so pure i live for receipts like this.,,,. just louis.. existing and being cute pls
Pairing(s): Tom Holland x Reader, Peter Parker x Reader
Warnings: mentions of death, slight swearing
Summary: Reader is an actress who is cast in the second Spiderman film. While filming, Reader’s boyfriend admits some harsh news right before an emotional scene between Peter and Reader’s character. Tom notices that something is wrong and eventually comforts and cheers her up. This is somewhat platonic but can really be taken any way. Mostly angst but some really cute fluff
Notes: In light of the new Spiderman movie that is coming out in like, two days, here’s a little thing that I’ve been thinking of. I might do a small follow up one shot if you guys want! Feedback is super appreciated, too. Enjoyyy!
You woke up, wrapped in your favorite werewolf’s arms. Slowly, as to not wake him, you moved to face him. His snores were all that greeted you. Godric, sometimes you could swear that you felt the house shake.
You quietly enjoyed how calm Remus looked in his sleep. He wasn’t stressed or tired anymore. There was a hint of his mischievous youth that managed to pepper his features.
Still, this simple pleasure always had a short time frame. You nuzzled against him, noticing the small smile that he tried to suppress. With a grin you pressed kisses to the scar that ran across his lips.
He chuckled quietly, the arm he had around your waist pulled you closer. “That’s a lovely way to wake up,” he spoke, his voice thick with sleep.
“You have a lovely face to wake up to,” you shot back playfully. He ticked your sides, loving the sound of your laughter in the morning. “Stop it!” You giggled, pushing away from him.
You were struggling to catch your breath before he relented. “It wasn’t that bad,” he said before catching your lips in a quick kiss.
It was a quick compliance for you. The kiss was a slow burn that soon became a forest fire. It would have lasted for ages. That is if Remus’s stomach hadn’t growled loudly which caused you to pull away with laughter.
“Is that how you sweet talk me into making you breakfast?” You asked, amused.
“Depends. What are my chances of getting chocolate pancakes?”
“Dunno, you gotta make it worth my while.”
He thought for a second, “What if I promise to read you anything you wanted?”
“Seal the deal with a kiss, Lupin.”
He accepted the invitation happily. You moved away from him, attempting to start your mission of pancakes. He groaned in disappointment, torn between food and you.
“Take a shower, I’ll be done by the time you finished,” you promised, stretching.
“Are you sure? I can help you.”
“I can handle it. Enjoy your day off, love.”
You turned on your heel and made you way over to the kitchen. Flipping on the radio, you started to make breakfast. Every so often you would stop to have a little dance party. Soon there were two fresh stacks of chocolate pancakes on the counter.
“Those look delicious,” Remus said hugging you from behind.
“I think they’d taste better if you fed them to me,” he winked down at you, “Care to make that happen?”
You rolled your eyes, a smile playing on your lips, “Fine. Only because I think you’re kinda cute.”
He helped you sit on the counter, opening his mouth expectantly. You grabbed his plate and started to feed him. The feeling of forgetting something wouldn’t shake itself. It was important, it had to be. Nothing clicked until you looked into Remus’s eyes for a minute.
“It’s your birthday!” You looked at him shocked, “Why didn’t you tell me!”
He chuckled, “It wasn’t important.”
“Yes, it is,” you set his plate back on the counter, “It’s my favorite person’s day.” You hugged him close, kissing everywhere you could reach. “Happy birthday, Remus!”
“Thank you, sweetheart.” He pressed a kiss to your lips.
You let him kiss him like you as much as he wanted. When he finally pulled away, you jumped off the counter. “I can’t believe I forgot,” you grabbed his hand and started leading the way, “I’ve prepared since last month! And the day of- I’m a sucky person.”
When you got to the bed room you dropped to your knees. “I, uh, sweetheart, you don’t have to do that.”
“Do what?” You asked confused. It took a second to realize the situation. “Remus!” You hit his thigh, “I’m getting your gift.” A search under the bed later, you came back up with three packages.
“Thank you,” he smiled, sitting on the bed and pulling you onto his lap.
The first present had two sweaters, one was a complete new one and the other was the same one he had on sans the bleach stain you got on it. The next gift was books that he had all but drooled over the last time you had gone to the store. Finally, was the magical gift you had sent Sirius out for, you weren’t exactly sure what it did. All you knew is Sirius knew for certain Moony would love it.
“I love it all,” he pressed a kiss to your cheek, “Honestly love, you didn’t have to do all this.”
“It’s nothing major,” you shrugged, “I wanted to make you happy. Sorry, I forgot.”
“And yet you still made my day perfect.”
“The day just started Remus.”
“And I know it will be great because you’re apart of it.”
A/N: Hey everyone! I’m back to writing again, and I’m sorry this is so short. I’m still working on requests and other imagines, but I wanted to put something up since it’s been a bit and honestly, I really missed writing. I love you all and thank you for all the amazing support :)
No warnings, Pure fluff
The frozen air from outside of your shared flat struck Newt as he climbed back up the ladder and out of his case. He cautiously stood back onto the wooden floorboards before clasping his beloved creatures’ home shut. He paused to crack his back and to unstiffen his joints, only to be greeted with the chilling air once more. A shiver rolled down his spine, and he began to walk towards the closet. Carefully, he sifted through his shirts, waistcoats, and a few of your own articles as well, and he stepped back baffled with a hand rustling through his hair.
He could have sworn his gray sweater had been hung after the last wash he finished, and he could have sworn that he hadn’t gone and left it anywhere. Rising out of his thoughts once more, he filtered through his clothes again, only to be met with the same disappointment. Newt rubbed the goosebumps on his arms as his hair started to stand on end from the frigid atmosphere. All he wanted was something a little warmer to wear as opposed to his regular button down, and his coat wouldn’t be as comfortable as the desired sweater. With a sigh, he exited the room and ambled down the wooden staircase to where he could hear you humming along to a soothing record.
When he reached the bottom of the stairs, he called your name out knowing you were in the room somewhere, “Y/n? Love, this is probably a strange question, but have you by chance seen my gray sweat-,”
Newt strode towards the kitchen, while talking to the floor, but when his eyes finally landed on you, he stopped as his breath was stolen right out of his lungs.
You were seated at the wooden table, the newspaper sprawled out and a blue mug perched in your gentle hands. Your hair wisped around your face as parts of it had slipped from the tied bun atop your head. With lips sipping on the contents of the mug, you peered up to glance at your boyfriend as his own eyes slipped down to the gray sweater you were wearing, which just so happened to be the same size and texture as the one he was looking for.
Newt smiled to himself in awe, as he had never seen anyone more beautiful. The sweater was obviously too large for your frame, as Newt was a giant compared to you, but that made you even more adorable. The way your eyes lit up in surprise at his unfinished question entranced him, and he let out a small laugh at your shocked state. His lips curled into a beaming grin as watched you set the mug back down softly upon the surface.
“I was um….borrowing it?” you phrased, as your intended statement came out as more of a confused question directed towards yourself. This earned you another laugh from Newt, as he began to cross his arms and lean against the door frame with a sweet smirk etched on his face.
“I’m sure you were darling,” he chuckled, “Why I’d say you’re as bad as the Niffler with this thievery.”
You gasped loudly and playfully before dramatically pressing a hand to your chest, “How dare you relate me to such a crime.”
You mocked being offended and Newt stepped towards you, grin still playfully on his face. He pressed a soft kiss to your cheek and you felt his short stubble gently tickle your face as well. Distracted by the kiss, you didn’t notice Newt start to wrap his arms around you and scoop you up off the chair you were sitting in. Still off guard, Newt took this as an advantage to pepper you with more kisses, bringing you both into euphoria. You wrapped your sweater-paw hands around him, giggling harder than before.
“Hmm I should be annoyed at you for stealing it, but I’ll let it slide since you’re just so adorably radiant in my clothes,” he murmured with his forehead pressed against your own.
He wasn’t lying, he thought you looked astounding, and you were extremely cozy and warm to the touch now, a feeling he was well aware of when he embraced you. Newt lovingly stared into your eyes before capturing your lips with his. Your eyes fluttered closed as you melted into the kiss and felt the butterflied in your stomach, as even after all this time with the man you loved, you still managed to feel as you did on your first date. His hand brushed a few strands of hair from your face, but he was careful not to let you slip onto the floor. He deepened the kiss more, allow the passion you two had towards one another to blossom like a tulip in spring. His earthy scent from hours working in the case before surrounded you, enveloping you two in your own private world of love and affection. Once the kiss broke, you kissed the top of his nose enchantingly, soft as a whisper in the summer breeze.
You looked into his breathtaking pelagic eyes as sorrow swirled in your own.
“I’m sorry Newt, I really am. I shouldn’t have taken it without you knowing. Here I can give it back,” you said while tugging on the sleeved a little more.
Newt cut of your actions with another peck to your rosy lips.
“Don’t worry about it darling. You can even keep it, it looks better on you anyways. But, on one minor condition though,” he proposed.
You responded with a quick kiss to his cheek as your chest rested against his, “And what’s that dear?”
“You come back upstairs to cuddle with me. You’re unusually cuddly and soft right now, and I could use someone to help warm me back up.”
You happily nodded, “Of course Newt. I wouldn’t be able to say no anyways, I love you too much.”
“And I love you by sweater-stealing darling.”
Newt’s grin grew as you then laid your head onto his chest, arms consumed by oversized sleeves still around his neck. He shifted his hold on you and carried you back upstairs to your bedroom so the two of you could enjoy one another’s warm comfort while the chilly air swiftly swirled around in the world outside.
A\N: English is not my first language so I might make some mistakes, feel free to tell me if something’s wrong or what you think about this writing in general.
It was a chilly autumn evening. (Y\n) was sitting on the couch in her room with a window slightly opened to let the fresh air come in. Everything was calm. Except her mind wasn’t. The silence was filling the room until the sound of a buzzing phone broke it. The girl came up to the table, took her phone and unblocked it. There was a message from one of her bestfriends, Kevin.
From Kev: “Hey, you okay?”
She definetely wasn’t okay. And he definetely knew it. All of her friends noticed that something was wrong with her because of how she acted like when they all were hanging out at the Pop’s diner. She wasn’t acting completely different. She smiled a lot, as she always did, but her smile was fading away too quickly this time. If her and Jughead or Betty made eye contact she would immideately break it and look down at the table. There were these little but noticable things that made everyone realise that she wasn’t in the best mood. Though not all of the friends were able to figure out the reason why.
So, she spent the past few hours in her room thinking about how everything went so horribly wrong, blaming herself for this and crying from time to time. The girl sat back on the couch and typed.
To Kev: “I don’t think so”
She decided to be honest. There was no point of hiding her feelings. If she would say that she’s fine, Kevin wouldn’t believe it. He knew her too well. The friends recently found out that Betty and Jughead were together. Betty Cooper. Her bestfriend. (Y\n) was truly glad that Betty found someone who made her happy, because she definetly deserved it. But now everything felt so wrong and hurt so bad, and she didn’t know what to do about it.
From Kev: “Can I come over?”
Kevin was the only one who knew about her feelings. (Y\n) didn’t wanted to tell anybody at all, it was just an accident. But she knew she could trust Kevin with that. Everyone else, Betty included, just thought that there was some kind of connection between the two. But recently (Y\n) and Jughead started seeing each other less often. It didn’t mean that the connection dissapeared, it just didn’t have the chance to show up again.
To Kev: “Sure, it’d be nice to see you”
Betty and Jughead, on the other hand, started hanging out with each other a lot more often while working on the murder board, trying to get more information about Betty’s sister, Polly, and the mistery of Jason Blossom’s death. And it lead them to being something more than just friends. From Kev: “I’ll buy us some milkshakes at Pop’s. See you in an hour x” Lina read the message and it made her smile a bit.
To Kev: “Thanx. Love u”
From Kev: “Love you, too"
She blocked the phone and put it on the couch next to her. Thoughts started to crowd round in her head again and she felt a lump in her throat. The girl couldn’t help it and let herself cry. After a couple of minutes she calmed down. Then she suddenly heard her phone buzzing again. She picked it up and read the message.
From Juggie: "Come outside, please, I need to talk to you”
(Y\n)’s heart raised. She didn’t expect Jughead to come to her or to even text her. At least not anymore, not when they fell apart. She thought that now he had more important things to do, different people to care about and to talk to. Anyways, she came downstairs, put her slip-ons on and walked ouside. And there he was, standing beside an empty road in his black jeans, boots, green sweater, light denim jacket and overworn grey beanie giving her a little side smile as she walked out of the house. “Hi,” she greeted him for the second time this day, smiling. “Hi,” he greeted back. There were a few seconds of silence. (Y\n) stood beside the door, arms crossed over her chest. She was looking down at the stairs. He was looking directly at her. “So… You wanted to talk?” She finally asked, not letting the silence become awkward. “Yeah, yeah… I… Are you feeling alright?” Jughead said and came a little bit closer. “Yeah, I’m fine,” she lied. “Why would you ask?” “Uhm, It’s just… You were looking kind of upset when we were at Pop’s.” “It’s nothing, don’t bother,” she lied again. “Are you sure?” He gave her a look. (Y\n) just nodded and looked down at the stairs again. Jughead came closer and sat on the doorstep, turned around inviting her to do the same. So she did. The girl sat on the same doorstep but much further from him than she usually did. She just felt like she didn’t have the right to be as close to him anymore. And the thought of that suppressed her. She was looking everywhere - at the trees, at her shoes, at her hands, at the sky… Everywhere, but not at him. “(Y\n),” he spoke, looking at her. She finally faced him. “Yeah?” He wanted to say something, but didn’t do it straight away, trying to figure out the most right way of saying it. “Is it because of me and Betty?” Jughead asked. (Y\n) turned away. A wave of shivers went down her spine. She didn’t expect him to know about that. Once again, there was no point of hiding anything. He already knew. That was it. “How did you know?” She asked. “To be honest, I wasn’t really sure until now.” She tried hard not to cry. They both kept silent. “I’m sorry,” Jughead said. She couldn’t help it anymore. A few tears streamed down her cheeks. “There’s nothing you sould be sorry about, Juggie,” (Y\n) answered, wiping the tears away. “Maybe, but… I never meant to hurt you.” “I know. And you never did,” she was desperately trying to calm hersef down. “Well, I don’t think I can explain this situation in any other way that that.” “It’s not your fault, Juggie. It’s mine. You did nothing wrong. I just…” (Y\n) said, her voice shaking and more tears falling down her face. As much as Jughead wanted to hug her, comfort her, be closer to her, and as much as she wanted him to do it now, he couldn’t. They both knew it would only make it worse. “I should go. I don’t want to bother you, Jug. You don’t have to deal with all of this,” she pointed at her blubbered face with her hands. “You already have enough shit to deal with.” She stood up as she said that. Jughead stood up aswell, took her by the the shoulders stopping her from turning around and walking away. “But I do, I do have to,” he said, looking into her eyes. She pursed her lips together and shook her head no. “Yes, I do, (Y\n)… Because we’re friends,” Jughead said regretting his words as soon as they slipped out of his mouth. Friends. Just friends. “Yeah… Friends,” she nodded. “Thanks for coming, Juggie, but I really think I should go. I’ll try to get over it. I’ll be fine.” (Y\n) looked him right in the eyes, gently put his hands off her shoulders, smiled slightly, and came back to the house. The girl came upstairs and walked into her room. She stood up beside the table and started crying even harder covering her face with her hands. Jughead was looking at her from the street through the opened window and his heart was breaking into million pieces as he heard her cry. Luckily, he had someone who could fix it.
“i really love Spider-Man. I feel like I shouldn’t, but i do.”
“Jen, I have a Spider-Man shower curtain. If you’re looking for someone to shame you for loving Peter Parker, it’s certainly not gonna come from me.”
-me to my best friend about our mutual love for Spidey.
Here’s my first time posting a Peter Parker reader insert on tumblr. I’m supposed to be working on requests for DeviantArt but ssssh, I’ll get to it later. I just wanna indulge in Peter Parker for a little while longer 💕
Today had been awful for you, and you needed your daily dose of Peter cuddles in order to make it to the weekend.
“Ugh, fuck Tuesdays, honestly.”
Because 99% of the teachers in Midtown High were out to get you, you had to deal with pop quizzes for half of your classes and you had been called on numerous times to answer questions you didn’t even know the answers to.
It felt like you had been made into a complete laughingstock throughout the day, and you were honestly exhausted.
There was no way you were going home after this shitty day.
Earlier, you had texted your parents, letting them know that you planned to stay the night at Peter’s place, and you were super grateful that they let you go without a single complaint.
You knew that they would let you spend the night at his house because he was basically your best friend in the whole world. Ignoring the fact that you had feelings for him, you were okay with being his best friend and did your best to support him when he DID have crushes. (Damn you Liz Allan for winning Peter’s affections just from existing!)
Letting out a sigh of relief when you arrived at Peter’s apartment complex, you walk up the creaky steps and greeted the neighbors that passed by with a smile on your face.
Arriving at Peter’s apartment, you knock on the door and wait a few beats, hoping that Aunt May wouldn’t mind you spending the night. After waiting a few minutes, you hear the lock unlatch before revealing a cheerful woman as she greeted you with a wide smile. “[Name], it’s good to see you! Unfortunately, Peter will be working a bit late and won’t be home until much later.”
“That’s fine! I’m used to his crazy schedule, anyways.” You step into the apartment and detect the scent of cinnamon and apples in the air, “Ohh, are you making something Aunt May?”
“I am. I wanted to treat Peter with his favorite apple pie since he’s been so good. Has he told you about the internship he got with Mr. Stark?”
You nod, “He has. But again, it comes as no surprise to me since he’s so smart. Do you mind if I help you?” You ask with a beaming smile on your face.
"Are you kidding me? I was counting on your help!”
You spend the next couple of hours baking with Aunt May. During that time, both of you shared embarrassing stories pertaining to Peter as you each got bits of sugar and flour in your hair from how much you were giggling.
It was nearing 10 in the evening when you and May finished baking the pie and had a quick dinner of meatballs and spaghetti. She saves a plate for Peter and places it in the fridge when you excused yourself.
"I think I’m gonna wait for Peter in his room.”
"That’s fine dear, but remember-”
”Yes, I’ll keep the door open. Jeez, I keep telling you there’s nothing to worry about since Peter only sees me as like, his sister. Goodnight May!”
The older woman laughs and responds with her own “Goodnight.” When she sees that you have disappeared into Peter’s room, she shakes her head, practically in disbelief at how oblivious you were when it came to her beloved nephew’s feelings for you.
You sigh and throw your schoolbag against the corner of Peter’s room. Scratching the back of your head, you quickly rummage through the drawers and found the sweater and pair of sweatpants you always wore when you spent the night. Holding his clothes close to your chest, you snuggle them for a few seconds before putting them on.
Of course the clothes were a little long on you, but you were too busy acknowledging the fact that you were surrounded with Peter’s comforting scent.
You really didn’t care how much his clothes dwarfed your form.
You breathe in deeply, smelling the faint scent of his cologne. With a dreamy smile on your face, you fall into Peter’s twin sized bed and curled up against his pillow, nuzzling its softness before shutting your eyes.
It was close to midnight when Peter finished his nightly patrol around the city. When he came home, he was greeted with the mouth watering scent of apple pie and spaghetti. Going into the kitchen, he sees the note that Aunt May left him:
Dinner is in the fridge, your favorite pie is on the counter ♡ ps- [name] is spending the night so please be quiet when you come home!
His appetite was long forgotten when he realized that –you– were here. With his heart hammering in anticipation, Peter tiptoes to his room and sees you curled up in his bed.
His heart melts at the sight of you, and he feels a strange type of possessiveness wash over him. You looked good in his clothes, and he would do anything to keep you by his side.
No other man would ever know the pleasure of you wearing their clothes.
Shrugging off his hoodie, he throws it to the side and gets on the bed with you, being careful with his movements so that you wouldn’t awaken. With an almost reverent touch, he runs the back of his hand against your cheek.
“You’re so beautiful. You’ll never know how much I want you to be mine…” his heart continued its rapid gallop, and he felt all of his hesitation disappear at the sight of your sleeping face. Taking advantage of the fact that you were unconscious, Peter leans in and presses a kiss against your lips.
"I love you.”
In your sleepy haze, you heard him and wrap your arms around his neck, opening your eyes just a tiny bit as a smirk adorned your features, “So you love me? I thought you had a thing for Liz.”
Peter stutters, feeling flustered at hearing your sleepy voice and looking at your features at such a close proximity. You prevent him from pulling away by kissing him again, effectively silencing his nervous rants when he kissed you back.
After a few minutes, you pull away and look into his sweet brown eyes, hearing him admit, “I only had a mild crush on Liz. You are the one I’ve always wanted.”
You giggle and kiss the bottom of his jaw. “Tell me, what made you finally admit your undying love for me? I… I honestly thought I didn’t have a chance with you.”
Peter chuckles before pulling you toward him in a warm hug, making you settle against his chest when he lays back. He kisses the top of your head, “It’s me who thought I wouldn’t have a chance with you because you’re too good for me. But to answer your question…”
Peter trails off and places his hand on the sweater your were currently wearing. Your breath hitches when he gently reaches in and touches your skin from beneath the fabric, “Seeing you wearing my clothes has always been a weakness of mine, and I couldn’t stand just having you as a friend anymore.”
You giggle and nuzzle Peter’s chest before leaning up to press a kiss against the base of his throat. “Then I should wear your sweaters more often.”