at least you wake up with another hair

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34 Young McGenji

Not sure how young you mean but at least Genji’s in his meat suit

“If you keep looking at me like that we won’t make it to a bed.”

McCree snapped out of his fifth-drink daze and glanced over at his neighbor at the bar. He hadn’t even noticed he sat down, which was a damn shame. The green hair was a noticeable feature but all too quick McCree was stuck on his eyes. Those wings even rivaled the ones Gabe had drawn from time to time.

He wished it wasn’t so damn dark in here all of a sudden.

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Dating Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes would include:

Request: Yes
Headcanons: SFW and NSFW

We hope you enjoy it! (*•̀ᴗ•́*)و

Dating Steve Rogers would include:

● Him telling you stories from his childhood and the army while cuddling.

● Trying to teach him about modern pop culture and him getting overly excited when he gets references about movies, music or books.

● Having a lot of movie marathons.

● Trying to teach him how to dance he is hopeless.

● Cooking together.

● Him surprising you with breakfast in bed, sometimes even lunch and dinner if you are ill or mad at him.

● Steve would try to convince you to buy a puppy.

● You end up adopting one from the animal shelter even if you don’t like dogs and naming him “Bucky”.

● The dog sometimes sleeps with you because he is in constant need of attention especially during a thunderstorm because poor thing gets scared.

● “Why is there another dog in my living room?” is asked by you at least 3 times a day.

● “I couldn’t leave it in rain!”.

● “STEVE NO”.

● “STEVE YES” basically him being a little reckless shit.

● You can’t be upset with him more than 3 hours because of his lost puppy look.

● Hugs from behind any day everyday.

● A lot of hugs in general.

● Befriending Natasha and Bucky.

● Going shopping with Nat to buy lingerie that you think Steve would enjoy to see you in.

● Waking up to him having nightmares and cuddling afterwards to comfort him.

● Him being quite nervous the first time you two make love.

● Him being surprisingly dominant in bed but being gentle at the same time.

● Him making sure he does not hurt you during sex.

● Cuddles with you after.

● Calling him Captain in bed or soldier.

● Being called beautiful by him at least 20 times a day.

● He loves it when you only wear his shirt and gets secretly turned on.

● Taking bubble baths together to relief stress and always using a different kind of bath bomb.

● Him loving to wash your hair because he can feel you relaxing after a long day.

● Whispering sweet nothing to one another while enjoying each other’s company.

● Just healing and growing as a person together.

Dating Bucky Barnes would include:

● Having the habit to wake up at 3:00 in the morning, just to check if he had nightmares again. 

● Nat-Nat and Steve being by your side 24/7, you are Bucky’s precious (Y/N). No one is going to touch you without your permission or your boyfriend’s.

● Playing with magnets on his metal arm. He can’t tell you to stop, because you are so damn cute.

● Starting a friendship with Sam, even if your boyfriend doesn’t like him that much. Bucky gets jealous easy.

● Helping him with his depression and always being there for him when he is about to shatter like glass.

● Sweet and wet kisses on your neck while you are cooking, he can’t help himself.

● Him staring at your beautiful while you have this look in your eyes when you talk about your passions.

● Bucky being a little bit scared at first to make love with you. “Steve, I just can’t do that, what if I hurt (Y/N)?” He would tell his best friend about that.

● Steve would try to talk to him, but let’s face it; Natasha would be the one telling James what to do.

● Your first time was full of passion and love, his hands being all over you.

● Starting to have a weird kink for his metal arm.

● Taking a shower together always ends up with something really dirty.

● Men/women stop flirting with you, ‘cause he gives them that death glare.

● Him feeling terrified about the day he has to meet your parents.

● Turning out that your mother loves him like her own son, while your father is colder.

● Your younger siblings trying to touch his metal arm and play with it.

● Bucky softly laughing at them. “WOW, MOM, CAN I GET ONE TOO?!” One of them would ask.

● “They are just joking, miss (M/N).” You listened at their conversation. “(S/N), please, I don’t think it’s easy to have something like this.”  Your dad added.

● After a while, your dad would have a soft spot for him too.

● Waiting for him at night to come home after a long mission.

● Taking you in his arms and kissing your forehead. “Love, I’m home.”

● Bucky saying that, because home is where you are.


Fic:
Your Dearest

Author: Billowsandbreeze

Rating: T for flirting

Pairing: Jaal Ama Darav x Sierra Ryder

Summary: Sierra receives an email from Jaal and feelings are laid bare.

Author’s Notes: I wanted to try to capture that gut-clenching, excited, nervous moment right when a flirting relationship is about to take that next step. Jaal’s emails were so good at inducing that feeling. So, hopefully I did it justice.

(Spoilers for Jaal’s emails. I included the full text of one in this.)


“Good morning, Pathfinder.”

Groaning, Sierra throws an arm across her face as the cabin lights brighten too soon against the back of her lids.

She grumbles beneath her breath and rolls into her pillow. “You don’t have to do that as soon as you feel me wake up, SAM. Give me at least five minutes to get my bearings.”

“Noted, Pathfinder.” There’s a momentary pause. “You have unread email at your terminal.”

Taking in a deep breath, Sierra blinks rapidly, trying to erase the fatigue and sleep from her eyes. SAM clearly isn’t going to let her stay in bed any longer, and he’s right to do so. The display on her nightstand tells her they’re almost to Kadara. So, with another groan, she sits up.

“Okay,” she says in a rushing exhale and gets to her feet. She runs a hand through her hair and makes her way to the terminal. Email first, then coffee, and then Kadara Port.

The messages are routine—Tann reminding her of their position on the outlaws, a colonist on Eos asking for help, Lexi sending her diagrams of yoga poses to help with her stress—but one toward the bottom catches her eye.

A communication from your friend Jaal

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Every One Direction Solo Single, Ranked
With the release of Liam Payne's Quavo-featuring "Strip That Down" last Friday (May 19), fans at long last have a complete set of One Direction solo singles: All five members have made their entrance as proper pop solo entities. In honor of these new benchmarks for the solo 1Ders, we've decided to rank all 10 of the solo singles they've collectively released so far.

With the release of Liam Payne’s Quavo-featuring “Strip That Down” last Friday (May 19), fans at long last have a complete set of One Direction solo singles: All five members have made their entrance as proper pop solo entities.

What’s more, “Strip” makes it an even ten singles between the five members – not counting Harry Styles’ promotional quasi-single “Sweet Creature” – with Zayn obviously doing most of the heavy lifting, after his near-year head start on the other four.

In honor of these new benchmarks for the solo 1Ders – including our most recent cover star, the recently minted “grown-ass-man” Niall Horan – we’ve decided to rank all 10 of the solo singles they’ve collectively released so far. Read on below, and look forward to our list certainly ballooning in size (and debatability) in the years to come.

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Jongin - Irritating Boyfriends And Teasing Kisses

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

Warnings: None

Type: Fluff

Requested by: @wangpuppy9

Request: A BF Kai Scenario

(DON’T OWN THE GIFS)

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Hello, wangpuppy9! Thank you so much for your request! I’m not sure how long ago you sent this in, but I’m assuming it was months ago for it to be the first one on my list! I am SO sorry that it took me so long to get to. For some reason I never got a notification so I really didn’t even see it until I reopened my blog a few weeks ago. I tried my best to make a fluffy scenario for you! I’m not the best when it comes to having to make the story up myself, but I hope you enjoy it none the less! I know it’s a little rushed in places, and that the descriptions weren’t exactly the best, but I hope you’re not disappointed. Thank you so much for requesting and thank you so much for being so sweet in your submission! Please feel free to request again! :)

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Mornings were the worst. Period.

Most people would find comfort in the sounds of birds chirping and the warmth of the sun rising, but not you. Nope. You enjoyed the not so soundly peace and quite as you slept until early into the afternoon. You enjoyed the the warmth of your incredibly soft comforter that allowed you to comfortably curl up into a ball. You enjoyed the pleasurable buzz that coursed through your mind as sleep was upon you and dreams took hold of you. You enjoyed the refreshing feeling of sleeping until your body forced itself awake, the deep feeling of happiness and brightness that fills your body after a good nights rest making you smile. And while birds chirping and the sun shining was great and all, you weren’t really the type of person who needed to bask in it. 

At least not before 11:00 A.M. 

But, despite the fact that mornings weren’t exactly your thing, you forced yourself out of the warmth of you bed and into your unnaturally cold bathroom, your body fatigued and zombie like as you dragged yourself to the sink and began to brush your teeth. After brushing your teeth you looked into the mirror, your hair messy and skin red as you lightly dampened your face with cold water to help you wake up enough to at least make it from your bedroom and into the kitchen. After staring at yourself for another minute or so you shrugged in defeat, your feet barley making a noise against the wooden floor as you walked down the hall and into the brightly lit kitchen.

“Good morning!” A voice chirped upon your arrival, the smell of bacon wafting through the air and into your nostrils as you staggered further into the room. You took in a deep breath, the beautifully delicious smell of breakfast making its way into your body and slightly waking you up. You let out a sigh of content before slowly making your way toward the welcoming voice, the familiar image of your boyfriend, Jongin, standing in front of the stove making its way into your sight.

“Morning.” You yawned, leaning against the island behind him.

“I can’t believe your up already. I thought I was going to have to come and drag you out of bed again.” Jongin teased, turning around momentarily to give you a playful wink and a small smile.

“That was one time!” You defended, slightly pouting your lips as a red blush made its way onto your cheeks. 

“More like 3, but who’s counting?” He asked, a small chuckle in his voice as he continued focusing on the ingredients in front of him. You gave Jongin a small scoff and swiftly made your way forward, your shoulders rubbing against his as you attempted to peek over top of them to see what he was making. 

“It’s a surprise!” Jongin said suddenly, somehow managing to block your view of the stove with his muscular body.

“A surprise?” You questioned excitedly, quickly making your way onto your tip toes to see what he was trying to hide. “Why a surprise? I’m going to be eating it in a few minutes either way.”

“Because,” He stated, quickly covering the pan in front of him with aluminum foil before popping it into the oven and setting the timer. “It’s a surprise.”

“Good reason. Why did I even ask?” You acknowledged sarcastically, your figure leaning against the island once again as tiredness slowly began to leave your body. 

“Beats me.” Jongin replied, giving you a small shrug as if he really didn’t know. “Maybe it’s because of your incredibly impatient nature.”

“I am not impatient!” 

“Oh, really? You sure about that Miss ‘I’m going to take these brownies out 10 minutes early because I’m hungry and what’s 10 minutes really going to do?’ or Miss ‘Why take time to wait for the cake to cool for you to ice it when you could just dip the cake into it when your eating it?’”

You stood still with your arms crossed, not really knowing how to reply to the painfully true statements. Jongin laughed, the defeated look on your face all the proof he needed as he slowly made his way closer to you. You gave him a small scowl, your pink lips curling up playfully as his warm hand reached out and removed your arms from in front of your chest before placing them on his.

“It’s okay though, Jagi-yah.” He whispered playfully, his hands reaching down to grip your waist before pulling you toward him. “I think I know how to kill time.”

That’s when, all of a sudden and without any warning, Jongin pressed his lips against yours, the simple but quick action immediately taking your breath away. The kiss was slow at first, the deep flavor of his mocha coffee heavy against your lips. He pressed against you softly, the kiss kind and careful as his velvety skin grazed against yours. 

You leaned into him impulsively, your body trembling as his hands diligently cupped your face. That’s when he decided to go a little bit further, his tongue softly touching your bottom lip before he let out a deep moan, you nails lightly digging into his cloth covered waist. His hands left your face next, slowly traveling down to either side of you and trapping you against the island. Then, unsurprisingly, he quickly began to tease you, his hot tongue immediately leaving your lips anytime you opened your mouth in permission.

You let out a small whine, the want and need for his tongue against yours driving you crazy. He gave you a small laugh in return instead, the vibration racking against your body as you willed him closer to you. Your fingernails pressed into his sides again, a small growl leaving his lips and making you shutter. Then, before you knew it, you no longer in front of the island. You were on top of it.

Taking this as an opportunity, you quickly wrapped your pajama covered legs around his waist, pulling him as close to you as you possibly could. He let out a sigh of content, slowly licking his way into your mouth and finally letting his tongue meet yours as he kissed you passionately.

You felt hypnotized, your hands quickly going up and tangling with his luscious locks. He smiled into the kiss and pressed his pelvis against yours, the happiness that both of you were radiating beaming through the room and making your once tired and fatigued figure tremble in delight. 

After a few more minutes of kissing you pulled away, the random and out of nowhere makeout session taking you by surprise and turning you into a mess. Jongin gave you a small smirk, his lips barley an inch away from yours as he teasingly hovered over you.

“What was that for?” You asked breathlessly, your heart beating so hard and so fast that you could barley hear anything over top of it. 

“I told you. It was to help distract you from your excessive impatientness.” He laughed slyly, his noise rubbing against yours before he leaned away and pointed to the almost ready to beep timer on the stove. “Which I did.” 

You looked at the clock in surprise, the last 15 seconds of the original 10 minutes quickly going down. You looked up at Jongin, your mouth agape but no words coming out as shock took over your entire body. Had you really been making out for that long? It seemed like minutes, seconds even, and there was no doubt in saying that you definitely weren’t ready to stop. 

“Time to eat! I made your favorite! Coffee Cake!” Jongin said suddenly, his lips curling into a knowing smile as he grabbed a oven mitt and pulled the pan out.

“But Jongin I…” You trailed off, not wanting to straight out tell Jongin that you were sad that he stopped kissing you.

“What, Y/N?” He smirked, eyes boring into yours as he removed the oven mitt. “Don’t you want to eat?”

“Yeah, but you…you can’t just do something like that and then stop…”

“And why’s that?” He asked, teasingly making his way closer to you.

You looked at Jongin, a small blush making its way onto your cheeks as you desperately tried to hide the impatient nature that both of you knew you had. “Because…you just can’t do that to someone.”

“Why? I’m totally fine.” He edged on playfully, his hands barley touching your waist as he continued to tease you.

“Dammit, Jongin! I’m impatient and irritable and I just want to keep kissing you, okay?!” You said suddenly, all sense of self control gone as your irritable self added onto the annoyance of Jongin teasing you made you want to explode. Jongin quickly gave you a satisfied look, his eyes forming a smile of their own as his lips shaped into a small smirk. 

“See, was that so hard?” Jongin asked, suddenly gripping your waist and placing you back onto the counter. 

“Yeah, yeah. You were right, I was wrong. Just kiss me, you jerk.” You said, quickly pulling Jongin towards you before he had a chance to say anything else, the beautifully made coffee cake that he had worked so hard on sitting in the background, completely, 100% forgotten. 

{ damaged goods }

pairing: lafayette x reader

prompt: “laf wakes up from a coma and remembers everyone but reader and readers heart gets broken bc laf doesn’t remember them and their relationship”


“Hello, is this (Y/N)?” You remembered getting the phone call from the number you didn’t recognize. You remember how it flashed over your screen. 

You hated that day. You hated that day with every fiber of your being as it was the day everything fell apart.

“Yes,” You said without much thought, sitting up a little straighter at your desk. “May I ask who is calling?” 

“Um, yes, I’m a nurse at St. Mary’s. I’m calling because you’re Marie-Joseph -” The woman trailed off, surprisingly saying Lafayette’s full legal name. You just felt your heart race with each syllable. 

“According to our records, you’re listed as his emergency contact along with Mr. George Washington.” 

“Y-Yes, yes, I know that. W-What happened? Is everything alright?”

“H-He’s suffered from a head injury. The trauma has caused him to slip into a coma.” 

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Out for the count.

Authors note: Part 3 to boxing Au.
Part 1
http://imagine-that-one-thing.tumblr.com/post/156567115971/round-one-float-like-a-butterfly

Part 2
http://stylesfics-xx.tumblr.com/post/156618245691/sting-like-a-bee-round-2

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The words roll of your tongue before you can even think of something else to say. This is not how you had contemplated telling him. It was meant to be sweet and thought out; not on the side of the road after a prizefight and after throwing up. “You’re lying.” He shakes his head, catching you off guard as the words roll of his tongue, shocking you.
“You, you actually think I’m lying?” You get tongue-tied, undecided of whether the man in front of you is the man you married given that the man you joined in marriage would absolutely never question your integrity.
“It could be your plan to stop me from boxing.” He answers, your eyes leaving his gaze. Disappointment being the only expression your face shows.
“Look at me.” He gives precise instructions, placing his hand under your chin to force you to gander up at him. “Are you serious?” He says in a low voice, his eyes tender and saturated with joy, something you haven’t seen in quite a while. You roll your eyes, incapable of stopping the sarcastic retort, “no, I’m throwing up on the side of the road because I feel like it.” You murmur, incompetent of controlling your words. At least now you have justification for your outbursts of bitter sarcasm, not to mention his foolish question on whether you’re participating in a lie about being pregnant or not; it’s not like you gave the appearance of throwing up in front of him just for humour.
“So— you’re growing a baby?” He gapes, lost for words, and you can’t help but chuckle, holding back a smart ass comment as you nod your head, admiring how his eyes are gleaming and full of such pleasure. You imagined his ravishing emerald eyes would reflect brilliancy with joyousness, but you didn’t imagine he’d ask such imbecile questions. “A baby? Ten fingers, ten toes?” He continues, seeming rather excited.
“Hopefully.” You agree with a smile, disregarding his oafishness, “ten fingers, ten toes, two long legs, and two long arms.” You continue, your heart filled with so much exultation as you continue to observe Harry’s expression. “But, the baby needs a daddy without cuts, bruises, and broken bones.” You pressure, drawing the conversation back to the ultimate plea. His eyes continue to gaze at you, uncertainty playing a role in the anxiousness you’re feeling, along with the nausea. “I can’t.” The words break your heart, your hopes of the baby changing things shattering entirely. “I can’t stop. I know it’s what you hoped and planned, but no.” He shakes his head,
“We can talk more when we get home, but I want to be there for you, holding your hair and your hand instead of you getting me ice and all.” He continues, minimizing the importance of your thoughts and feelings. You look at him, a little heartbroken that the announcement didn’t go to plan, maybe you shouldn’t have told him with the aspirations that the news would change his ambitions. “Here, I’ll drive.” He adds, gesturing for you to go over to the passenger side. You shake your head, not having many words for him, “baby, you don’t look too good, just let me drive.” He presses and you allow him to guide you to the passenger side.
For years you have stood by him, took charge of the aches and pains he’s put his body through, been to every doctor visit, every hospital call, you’ve been the best girlfriend, best wife he could possibly ask for. You’ve never expressed dissatisfaction when he’s woken you up at five in the morning because his ribs are killing him, you’ve never protested when you’ve had to care for him and keep him occupied while on bed rest, never once have you asked him to skip a fight or a training session. But, now is the time for him to stop, to invest in activities that don’t harm him in negative ways. You rest your head against the window, pretending to sleep as Harry drives, doing his best not to adjust his shoulder too much. The thought comes to your mind on whether you want to raise your child to be an athlete themselves, perhaps they’ll inherit the boxing trait from Harry, but do you really want the little one to come home in the same condition Harry does, black-and-blue with new scars?

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To say Harry has been too interested in his boxing would be an understatement. Not being able to compete the last two months, (thanks to his shoulder), has put him in a full rage to uninterruptedly train and overwork his body, it’s as if he has to get his energy out to be able to stay sane.

It’s four in the morning when he rolls over and elbows you gently, thinking you’re already sound asleep, but to your disappointment the feeling of queasiness has been striking you every morning between two and eight for the past two weeks; carrying twins doesn’t make anything easier. “What?” You question, your eyes staring up at the ceiling as he slowly moves within the bed. You two haven’t been on best terms, primarily granting that you’ve had enough of everything, your hormonal outburst of emotions not making anything easier. “It hurts to breathe.” He lets out, striking your attention instantaneously. You’re used to the conventional aches and pains he feels after training and strings of events, the usual muscle cramps, hand bruising, and the occasional headaches that keep him up, but never has he griped over his breathing. “You fought tonight, didn’t you?” You hiss, coming to terms with the fact that he didn’t just decide to train from the hours of six to eleven this evening. “You’re a fucking idiot.” You growl, trying your hardest not to move within the bed, taking into consideration his body is presumable in a lot of pain.
“I appreciate the help.” He moans, pushing the covers off his body,
“Just like I appreciated your help the last two weeks.” You remind him of the mornings he slept through and how he has been a dreadful husband for not waking up and holding your hair or even making sure you’re okay. Sure, you’re a grown adult and can take care of yourself, but it’s pleasurable to have a husband who at least pretends to give a damn. “Oh c'mon, I’m a heavy sleeper, and breathing and morning sickness are two different things.” He coughs as he leans over to turn the light on, another grunt escaping his lips, “fuck.” He exclaims, lying back down on his back.
“I’m carrying two babies in me, and you want to compare that to your moronic decision to box and get hurt?” You ultimately question, sitting up in the warm bed and looking over at your spouse, who lies beside you with soreness. He rolls his eyes, biting his lip before taking a few deep breaths, “did you get examined by the physician after your fight?” You delicately ask, your heart tenderising as you take notice of the ache in his eyes, he nods, not giving you any detail on what the physician said with the examination, “care to share?” You challenge, needing more detail so you know whether you’re about to be making a trip the the emergency room or not.
“Probably bruised ribs, he said to get an X-ray in the morning. But, I didn’t go through with his directions.” He reports to you, reminding you of just how intellectually dull and stubborn your husband truely is.
“Lift up your bloody shirt.” You give preliminary instructions, your hands making their way to the hem of his shirt, he leisurely lifts the shirt with your assistance, your eyes trailing to his left rib cage that’s sketched with a hell of a sized carmine-coloured bruise. “You got the fuck knocked out of you.” You gape in amazement, his hands instantly grabbing yours as they inch closer to his side,
“Please, don’t touch.” He pleads. You delicately pull away from his hand and go against his wishes, very lightly placing your cold fingers on his ribcage. “You’re going to your doctor and getting checked out when his office opens, I don’t want to hear whining, you could have fractured your ribs.” You inform him intently, giving him no room to dispute your demands like he’s previously done before with certain injuries. “I hope you learn your lesson.” You grouch, getting out of the bed, putting your own discomfort aside for the moment. “Wait, where are you going. Don’t leave me.” He wails, somewhat humouring you as he requests you to stay. You ignore his comment, exiting the bedroom.

You re-enter into the bedroom walking over to your husbands side of the bed as he miserably lies on his back, “put this on your bruise.” You hand him the ice, “and sit up.” You brief, watching as he stares at you and shakes his head, “sit up so you can take these.” You wearily sigh, placing two pain killers on the side table, offering your hands to help him sit up. He places his hands in yours and you gradually help him sit up, your heart breaking with the grunts that escapes his lips. This is exactly why you wanted him to stop, distinctly the dislocated shoulder wasn’t enough, now he’s got bruised ribs, possibly even broken ribs and this could have been prevented if he had of listened. You definitely don’t want to raise the twins watching their fathers body deteriorate and become beaten and damaged. Not to mention your doctor couldn’t stress more that you don’t need any extra and unnecessary strain while carrying two little bundles of joy, they’re going to be stressful enough on your body. “Lie back down and try sleep.” You mutter, walking to your side of the bed and carefully getting between the sheets,
“Y/N, I can’t sleep.” He instantly comments, not even trying to close his eyes, his body far too awake and in too much discomfort to sleep just yet.
“Then reflect on how I asked you to stop boxing and your dumbass continued, and now you’re in more pain than ever.” You ungraciously grumble, giving him a little bit of tough love to try get your point across. For too long you’ve been too nurturing, understanding, and caring, which has ultimately landed the two of you in this position. “I can’t stop.” His voice is low and weak, full of exhaustion and soreness.
“Then you can’t complain.” You harshly respond, pulling at the covers and leisurely getting comfortable within the bed. You may be a little heartless within the conversation, but you refuse to move too much within the bed. If it wasn’t for being pregnant and already uncomfortable, you’d move to the couch to give him the whole bed to relax in. “Do you hate me?” His questions catches you off guard as you’re close to drifting off to sleep, for a moment you stay silent, beginning to feel guilty for how you’ve been treating him lately. “I know you’re not asleep.” He continues, his legs moving within the comfort of the sheets.
“No, why?” You murmur drowsily, curious as to what his response could possibly be. You haven’t been too mannerly to him, but it’s with good reason. You feel his hand gently find yours under the covers, “because I haven’t really been there for you when you’ve needed me. I kinda slept through all your morning sickness or I ignored it.” He expresses recognition of his terrible actions, his thumb rubbing over your knuckles and you allow him to continue holding your hand. Perhaps this is his strange way to apologise.
“You ignored it?” You interrogate, not entirely flabbergasted that he overlooked the dreaded mornings. You’d ignore them, too, if you could. He confirms with a nod,
“Yeah, when I had early training sessions I’d leave and you’d be throwing up still.” He reminds you of the times you’d actually managed to forget. “I really haven’t been the greatest.” He confesses with an extremely low voice.
“I want you to quit boxing.” You straight out comment, hoping that he will see the light and come to his damn senses.
“It’s all I have. I need it.” He disputes, still not raising his voice in the slightest. “I need to release my energy somewhere.” He continues, beginning to explain the advantages to his sport.
“I want you to stop. If you won’t stop for your own body, stop for me and your two little babies.” You delicately pressure, keeping your voice low, not wanting to argue with him, at least not while it’s four-forty-two in the morning and while he’s in pain and trying his best to conceal it.
“They won’t be here for another six months. I’ll stop then.” He breathes, somewhat compromising, but it still doesn’t satisfy you enough.
“I don’t want to go through this alone for another six months, you need to make a decision, and I hope you make the right one.” You whisper, your heart breaking as you’re forced to give him an ultimatum. You never expected your marriage to come to a point where giving an ultimatum to your husband would be such a thing. You expected to have to remind him of his stupid ideas, of how he can’t always lounge about in his boxers, or how he can’t sleep all day because too much sleep can be detrimental for him. Never did you expect to give him the ultimatum to choose between the person he loves or the sport he loves. You’re doing it for his own good, and for the family the two of you have made. After moments of silence, Harry’s voice cuts the air, “I want one last round.” He informs you, not allowing you to dispute his wishes. “One last round, I’m not stepping down after being defeated tonight. When I’m cleared by the doctor, I’m taking my last fight.” He composedly notifies you, making his decision.
“Harry, it’ll take a while to recover and get another match. At least three months.” You sigh, not wanting him to get his hopes up or to have one last fight and decide he wants more. It’s almost like boxing is his narcotic, he gets high off the adrenaline, and the sound of punches hitting skin.
“I need one last round.” He presses with a desperate tone,
“Harry, you’re out for the count. Two back to back injuries should be enough. What’s next after a dislocated shoulder and possible broken ribs?” You implore, not wanting to even think about the next injury he could perchance harbour. After all, they do say it comes in threes. “Please, one more?” He entreats, playing on your emotions as his voice stays soft and vulnerable. You nod, giving in. You can deal with one last round as long as it is the last round you’ll ever have to endure Harry coming home with new scars and battles painted on his skin. They say it comes in threes; hopefully Harry puts the myth to shame.

Nightmares

A/N: For @luciisthebest 400 Follower Song Challenge

Prompt:  “Why’d you let me fall asleep?” and Ghosttown by Madonna

Characters: Dean, Reader, mention of Sam

Dean x Reader, One Shot, Fluffy with a Dash of Angst

Word Count: 2164

Dean is having another nightmare.

You noticed before he started to vocalize in his sleep, since you were lying next to him.  His restlessness woke you, the tension that kept his body taut and rock solid underneath you rousing you to awareness as you realized something was wrong.  Shifting in place under the sheets to face him, you sat up to see Dean bathed in sweat, his fist balled up into the sheets, eyes squeezed shut, and his entire body trembling.

You gently lay a hand on his bare chest—his skin burning hot to the touch—at the same time he starts to moan from some phantom pain caused by his current nightmare, and your heart breaks a little at the sound.  This has been happening for weeks now as Dean’s current state with the Mark of Cain continues to worsen, but neither of you have mentioned it to Sam.  The younger Winchester was worried enough about Dean already—there was no point in making that burden any heavier.

“No,” Dean groans a little louder, head tossing to the side.  “Sam…Sam!”

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East of Nowhere - Year One

Read the Introduction here

Sam x Reader

Summary: You and Sam are strangers who are trapped in a desolate mountain town where you live, isolated from the outside world, for five years.

Part two of a six part series, each chapter detailing the events of one year. It’s a slow burn (I’m not sorry).

Author’s Notes: Beta’d by the goddess divine: @elliewinchesterr

Warnings: Language, mentions of past abuse, mild allusions to sexual situations. Smut in future chapters.  

Word Count: 9900+

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Late Night Ride (M) - Junhoe

Originally posted by alittlepessimistic

“What do you want Kitten? All you have to do is ask for it.”

  • *not my gif*

Word Count: 1,627

Summary: It’s late at night and you’re catching the bus home, but you run into a detour when Junhoe & the rest of iKON end up on the same bus as you. 

Contains: Rough Sex, Vocal Sex, Mild Asphyxiation, Unprotected Sex (don’t do it unsafe sex is bad sex) 

  • As Suggested by:

(Kinda skipped out on the multiple orgasms because I may or may not write a part 2.) 

But why is my life such a mess?

*DO NOT READ ON IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO SEXUAL CONTENT*

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My Pillow

Character: Jungkook x OC
Genre: Angst/Fluff (Fluff > angst for sure)
Number of words: 1362 words
Summary: Jungkook has a terrible nightmare and you’re there to comfort him, even till the next morning.

Originally posted by hoebi

You awoke deep in the night when Jungkook, your boyfriend of 3 years, started to move around in his sleep, or what seemed more like a nightmare.

He was shaking his head and whimpering, his hand grabbing onto yours tightly, trembling, which mainly had you opening your eyes in the darkness. You turned over to see Jungkook’s eyes shutting tightly and firmly, beads of sweat forming on his forehead and neck.

“Mom, Dad, please..” He begged quietly, eyes still unopened. You shook his hand to try to wake him up, but it failed when he jerked and his whine got a little louder. Tears were now forming in his eyes and your heart clenched to see Jungkook like this.

He was a strong male, and he rarely cried or showed his emotions to anyone but you. Even though you knew him for some time, it was once in a blue moon that you’d see the poor boy crying, and for some reason it always seemed to break your heart.

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[HideKane] Roles

In which Nagachika Hideyoshi has different roles to fulfill as Kaneki Ken’s boyfriend.

AO3


Hide knew what he was getting into when he asked his best friend for the last fifteen years to be his boyfriend.

He remembered the scenery so clearly, of how Kaneki had a small frown on his face, one hand clutching his lap and another one on the back of his neck. At least Hide knew that Kaneki wasn’t about to lie, he was just nervous (or anxious).

“I’m really happy,” he wasn’t stuttering, but his ears were read and there was a faint blush on his cheeks. “But, Hide, I’m not… exactly the best person to have a romantic relationship with…” he was looking at Hide’s shoulder instead of meeting his eyes. His voice got fainter by the words he said and Hide knew that he Kaneki was insecure.

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Prompt: “i don’t wanna get up– you’re comfy.” Sterek, but what about Derek being the clingy one instead of Stiles?

Another Hour. Stiles/Derek. Teen.
Derek doesn’t want to get up and convinces Stiles to stay in bed a little longer.

“I don’t want to get up. You’re comfy.” Derek rubs his face against Stiles’ neck and tugs him closer.

“I don’t want to, either, but I have to be at the station in like two hours.” Stiles shifts slightly, moving his fingers through Derek’s hair. “So I have to get up soon.”

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A Hit Full Of Love

Request: I love the way you write so much. Can you write something like where is Joker a psycho that abuses you a lot and then comes back to apologize for what he did to you? Thank you very much ❤ - by anon

Everyone knows the great Joker..

You know him too, you knew him some time ago…

One event, one last hit, one last tear and… blank

“Princess, please open your eyes…” A quiet beg appeared in a dark room. Even though the room was painted with white colors it was pretty dark, only one light revealed the sadness, loneliness and pain of the room. One bed and one white armchair plus all the hospital equipment. Drip was connected with your hand, another hand was in his hands.

Joker was sitting in an armchair, his hands were holding your cold hand super tightly, his icy blue eyes were on your pale, cold face. By the Joker’s appearance you could tell, that he didn’t showered or at least changed his clothes for a while. His green, normally slicked back hair was messy, covering some of his face.

“Princess, please wake up..” he said quietly once again. “Gosh, please… I’m sorry..” he closed his tired eyes and kissed your hand. It was a full week of you in deep coma. “Baby doll, I am hella sorry for what happened, you know I don’t apologize anyone, ever….ANSWER ME!!” he shouted angrily.

A week ago you were with Joker in his club, for a business meeting. Everything was pretty normal. (Normal in Joker’s style a.k.a a couple of men got killed, some of strippers got raped by the customers and of course a lot of money got new home - Joker himself) You were next to Mr. Joker all the time, slowly getting more and more bored. Even some drinks didn’t make it better…

Later on, official meeting was over, now Joker and his company (with you besides him) got some more drinks and that’s where everything went downhills. Hundred of shot made by Joker got him fucked up. You asked Frost to drive you two home, all way home Joker talked nothing but at the same time everything. He was insulting you, people, world.

After you helped him to reach your bedroom his personality changed once again. This is a normal thing when you live with the worst clown in town. You were pretty sure he got his horny yet sleepy mode on. So you just entered the bathroom and washed all your make up off. You changed and quietly came back to bedroom. You thought that Joker probably was already asleep and then a cold hand reached your cheek. Joker slapped you pretty harshly.

After first hit there was a second one, a third and even more. You had to hit him back and push him off of you. Every single detail in his face surprised/shocked you. His facial muscles were strained, eyes were full of anger. You tried to talk everything out, but Joker like hypnotized, didn’t answer you.

It wasn’t the first time him hitting you, but it was the first time when you weren’t able to see any pleasure of doing this in his eyes. He just stared like a porcelain doll and kept hitting you, cutting you with his small knife. Your clean face became dirty from your and his blood. Of course you had to protect yourself, somehow. It was a hard..

While trying to run away and get your breath back you were thinking what happened that Joker changed so desperately. The night just started and it got even worst later on. Joker didn’t got tired or something, with his full strength he pinned you on the floor, cutting your legs, hands, neck. Hitting your stomach, face. Just after an hour of horror Joker laughed loudly…

You tried your best to free yourself, you tried to shout, but he just covered your mouth, nothing worked to call the Frost and after all, your pride didn’t let you lose and call for help. After some time Joker reached your hair and pulled you out from the bedroom, still hitting you. That’s when Frost finally saw what was happening, you looked at him with your teary eyes and then everything went black.

Joker pushed you (well actually just let you fall) downstairs, your head hit the edge of stair making you loose your consciousness. And there you go, a week in deep coma. After Joker getting back into his mind you were brought back to home from hospital, to a new-made, small room only for you to get back from coma. You were changed into simple yet comfy clothes. Your (h/c) hair were tied up.

When Joker saw all of the bruises, wounds on your body, he locked himself in the room with you. No food or at least water. He didn’t cry, but he was very upset for sure. Everyday he brushed your hair, cleaned your face with wet cloth, he tried his best to heal your skin.

“Doll…” He took a deep breath and stood up. “Please, listen to me” He bent over and kissed your forehead “Daddy is waiting for you, for your beautiful smile, warm eyes, cute voice…” He paused for some time “Your little giggles after my jokes, loud moans, gentle touches… Princess, I won’t live without you..” He whispered and let your hand, he moved his hand on his pale face and turned around while mumbling something for himself. He slowly started to walk away, reaching the opposite wall of the room.

Then something cheeped quietly in one of the monitors next to the bed you were lying. A deep breath and then you slowly opened your (e/c) eyes. Joker quickly reached your hand once again. And with a smile looked into your eyes.. “(y/n)??..” In his voice you could hear the happiness. “J?..” You asked. “Never leave me again, doll” He kissed you passionately and hugged you tightly yet carefully…

Nothing can surprise us the same as being near death

But being in arms of the lover can surprise the world

Hit, but keep loving. Kill, but protect the one you love

New Wolf In Town

Stiles x Reader

Summary: You are the new girl in school and Stiles is the first to take An interest in you.

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1382

So we’ve got a new student.“ Coach Finstock announced uninterestedly "You can tell everyone your name and then go sit between Stilinski and Mcall. Maybe they’ll finally shut up.”

“I’m (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N).” I stated. Quickly, I moved to my seat in between the two boys and pulled out my books.

A few minutes into class, I felt something brush my hair but I saw nothing. I felt it again a few seconds later but again, nothing. Then a crumpled piece of paper landed on my desk and I looked up, confused. I saw both boys next to me giving me apologetic looks.

“Sorry.” The one to my left said. He had dark eyes and even darker hair. His tattoo stood out beyond anything else.

“If we could just get that back though.” The other said awkwardly, reaching out for it. He had dark brown hair and light brown eyes. He just had the cute nerd thing going for him.

“Mind if I just…” I trailed off, opening the paper.

Woah, the new girl is cute

Yea, I call dibs!

Hey no fair!

Take that McCall

“So I see one of you called dibs.” I laughed. The one to the right raised his hand slightly,

“That, uh, that would be me.” He said

“That would make you Stilinski.” I stated “And you McCall.”

“Yea.” McCall said, scratching the back of his neck.

“About this dibs things, I think it’s up to me to decide, isn’t it?”

“McCall, Stilinski, (Y/L/N)!” Coach yelled at us.

“Yes coach?” I asked.

“Why are you talking?” He asked.

“I was just explaining to these two exactly why we can’t just print out more money to pay America’s debt.” I answered. He looked at the boys who smiled innocently.

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Breathe - Tony Stark

Can you write a tony/reader where she and him deal with after civil war

N/A: you guys wanna make me cry…… 

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“Tony, take a deep breath, please, you need to breathe.” you almost whispered trying to calm him, you hugged Tony’s body that was convulsing from crying too much, you cradled him in your lap and brushed his hair that was stuck in his sweaty forehead “Come on, my love, you need to remember how to breathe.”

You rocked him in your arms, humming a quiet music trying with all your strength not to cry, at least not now. After a few more long minutes, Tony finally fell asleep again, probably due to exhaustion. You tucked him in bed and covered with sheets, remaining seated as you watched him sleep. All the nights were like this, you waking up with Tony crying and screaming after another nightmare, you trying to calm him and remind him that despite feeling so real, he couldn’t live his fear. But it was so difficult, Tony had a life full of trauma, a life full of losses and mistakes. And you were there trying to keep a fallen man standing. You would always be there. No matter how or when.

Nothing was the same anymore, especially the avengers. They were over. And Tony blamed himself for it, he hadn’t been able to prevent what he least wanted to happen. He also blamed Steve for his wrong choices and lies. He blamed Bucky for the past always affect the present and especially for his biggest loss. You slept and woke up wondering when they would all be able to breathe without feeling that damn anxiety.   

“Tony, stare at the phone won’t make it work and make a call by itself.” You walked into the office with firm steps, making Tony jump lightly from his chair and look away from the old cellphone on the table to face you with a frown “Call him, my love.”

“I have nothing to say to him, (Y/N).” Tony took the phone, opened the drawer and threw the device there, locking the drawer with a password.

You sighed, approaching and leaning on the table to stand beside him, you crossed your arms and stared at him in silence, absorbing his expressions and studying his body gestures. You shook your head in denial, you couldn’t stand to see him so destroyed. Tony grabbed your arm and pulled you gently until you were siting on his lap, so he hid his face in your chest making you automatically hold him by the shoulders. A protective instinct, making your chest tighten and your heart beat faster. You loved him so much. A pure love. You just wanted to see him happy again, see him with the people that he loves. And that means the people who have left, or betrayed or just couldn’t come back anymore… Dammit, Tony was just too precious and you felt the need to protect him like a mother protects her child.

“I love you, (Y/N).” Tony whispered faintly as if reading your mind, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing against his body “I don’t know how you can handle it all, but I appreciate every second that you never left my side… ”

“Shh, I love you too, Tony.” you kissed the top of his head and closed your eyes, trying not to cry as always “I will always be here, silly.”

You’d help Tony to see what were the true mistakes, the real culprits. He’d need to understand that none of the avengers was guilty of all the damn pain that he went through. That he’s going through. He, Bucky, Steve… Wanda, Pietro, T'Challa, Natasha… All were victims of some crazy person who convinced that they were monsters. Everyone there were good people living with errors and pains that shouldn’t belong to any of them.

You didn’t know how long it would take for everything to become quiet again, how long it would take for everyone to live in peace again or how long it would take for everyone to accept the worst facts. But you had hoped it wouldn’t be so long. And even if it was too long, you would be there on Tony’s side. You would always be there to remember him to breathe.

(Requested) Preference: BSM, Family Vacation

Liam’s is long but it was requested, should I make a part 2?? 

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Liam, Age 13: “Mum, do I have to share a room with him?” you whispered, glancing to where Liam was putting away his clothes. “Your two sisters have the other room, and then your father and I have the master bedroom. You have to stay here with Liam unless you want to sleep on the floor of Ruth and Nicola’s room,” Karen sighed. “I’ll do that!” you said quickly, smiling. Karen rolled her eyes and shook her head, “You two will be fine and you’re staying here. It’s getting late, just unpack and go to sleep. Liam, watch her!” your mother added loudly to Liam who jumped and looked over, nodding. You let out a long sigh and shut the door, turning to your bed and starting to unpack. The room was awkwardly silent until Liam turned on the hotel telly and some horror came on. You didn’t bother telling him you didn’t like these movies since you two never really talked. You just climbed into bed, turned off the lamp nearest to you and fell asleep to the sounds of some girl screaming. Unsurprisingly, you woke up hours later from a nightmare, sweating and tears running silently down your face. You slowly crept out of bed, moving towards the hotel room door so you could go find your parents or sisters, anyone but Liam. “Where are you going (Y/N)? It’s two in the morning,” Liam’s gruff voice came from his bed. He had sat up and was squinting at you in the dark. “I had a nightmare, I’m going to find mum,” you said shortly, turning the doorknob. “Don’t bother mum, she’s exhausted. Besides mum, dad, and the girls are a floor down, I don’t want you wandering around alone this late,” Liam said quietly. “Just come here.” You looked at his outstretched hand in shock, stumbling forward and taking it. He pulled you into the bed, bringing you into his side and running his fingers through your hair, “I shouldn’t have played that movie, I was just annoyed you didn’t want to stay in here with me, but I’m such a crap brother I get it.” “You’re not-“ “Oh shut up,” he laughed lightly, squeezing you. “Just go back to sleep, I’ve got you. I think we can get along better in the morning.”

Niall, Age 10: “We did come here for you, you know? The least you could do is wake up,” Niall sighed, sitting on the side of your bed and shaking you again in another attempt to get you up. “Yeah, I don’t know why,” you grumbled, pulling the pillow over your head. “I’m not a baby anymore. I’m ten years old, I don’t want to go to Disney World.” Niall chuckled and rubbed your back, “But everyone wants to go to Disney! No matter how old they are!” You squinted up at him disbelievingly from under the pillow, “You wanted to come too?” “You kidding!” Niall said, faking an overly excited tone. “I’ve wanted to come again for ages! And coming with my favorite little sister is just even better,” he added, grinning and tickling your feet lightly, laughing as you squirmed and whined. “I’m your only sister,” you pointed out tiredly, going back under the blanket. “You’re still the best-ey not so fast,” he yanked the blanket completely off the bed, laughing loudly at your shocked face. “Ni, it’s cold!” you whined, going quickly onto his lap and putting your arms around his neck. “Ah, I’ve got you now!” he grinned, standing up and carrying you over to the closet. He picked out some clothes from your suitcase, sat you on the bed and tossed them to you. “Hurry and get dressed otherwise I’m not going on any rides with you.”

Harry, Age 17: “I’m just not that into swimming,” you shrugged, ignoring your family’s shocked looks. “Since when?” Harry exclaimed. “Since you almost let me drown last summer,” you said accusingly, tossing a pillow at him. He groaned and flopped onto the floor dramatically, “That was oneeee time!” You and Gemma laughed but your mum looked exasperated, “Why didn’t you say that before we booked a beach house for three weeks?” You shrugged guiltily, wincing at her groan as she flopped down onto the bed next to you. “You can still all go swim, I’d rather sit here and watch Netflix anyways to be totally honest,” you said quietly, almost hoping no one woukd hear you. Your mum looked up and glared at you, making you cough uncomfortably, “This is supposed to be a family vacation.” “I know, but it’s clear you all want to swim and I’m not going to just go sit in the hot sand for hours, just go! I can literally see you all from the window, it’ll be like we’re together,” you said reasonably, making Gemma and Harry smirk. Your mum opened her mouth again, probably to protest, but Harry cut her off, “How about I stay in with (Y/N) and watch a movie, I’m still a little sunburned from Mexico. You three go swim for a while and then when you come back, we’ll get takeout and all watch another movie and it’ll be a great family night. Mum we’re not all going to spend every second with each other, that would be mental.”
Zayn, age 15:
“This wasn’t a good idea,” you muttered, handing the man your ticket and following Zayn onto the roller-coaster. “What’s that?” Zayn asked, looking over his shoulder at you before climbing into a seat. He reached over to help you in, noticing the complexion of your face and tilting his head to the side, “What’s wrong?” “We should get off,” you said nervously, looking around at the few remaining seats and people filing into them. “It was your idea to come on,” Zayn pointed out. You shot him a look that made him grin and smacked his chest, “I know what I said, but now I want off.” “Why? Are you scared?” he smirked. “Because I can remember you clearly saying three minutes ago, when I said we didn’t have to go on, ‘Zayn, don’t be stupid, I’m fifteen. I’m not scared of this’.” You threw your head back, groaning, “I wanted to impress my big brother, happy? Now get me off.” He looked around, smiling deviously, “Sorry little one, but I think it’s too late for that.” You glanced around, noticing everyone was already seated and the man was a few seats away, making sure everyone had their seatbelts on. Zayn quickly buckled yours in, nodding at the man as he moved past you and then looked back at you. You were staring at the ground with wide eyes, breathing deeply even though the ride hadn’t even moved yet. “Babe, you’re going to be okay,” Zayn said seriously, taking your hand gently and squeezing it. “Just focus on me love.”
Louis, Age 8:
“I want to share a room with Louis!” you shouted, jumping up and down and swinging his hand. He smiled down at you, ignoring your mum’s protests and nodded, “Then we can love.” “Louis, wouldn’t you rather one of the older girls,” your mother said pointedly, gesturing towards Lottie and Fizzy. “Why? Lottie and Fizzy can share, the twins, and then the babies can sleep with you, (Y/N) can stay with me,” he argued, squeezing your hand. “Louis, you know you’re a pushover, and she needs to go to bed as soon as we get to the rooms,” your mum said in a low voice so hopefully you wouldn’t hear as you talked to Daisy. He grabbed his suitcase and yours, taking his room key from your mum and winking at her, “Mum, I’ve got this. Come on (Y/N), let’s go to our room!” He passed you your little suitcase, grabbing his and then taking your hand. You kissed everyone goodnight with Louis and excitedly followed him into the elevator and then into your room in the hotel. When he opened the door, you ran in, dropping your suitcase and backpack and jumping up onto the bed, “Come on Louis! Let’s watch a movie!” “No bug, c’mon, let’s get ready for bed okay?” “No!”

Silent (Sam x reader)

Imagine: Waking up next to Sam every morning

A/N: Hello, lovelies :) Haven’t written anything in a while so I decided to type up some Sammy stuff 

Warnings: heartbreak… (don’t worry it’s nothing drastic)

Word Count: 532 

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This was your favourite time of the day.

When the light streaming through the window of that particular motel on that particular hunt caught the flecks of dust floating in the air.
When the only sounds you could hear were soft snores and silence.
When you carefully rolled over to see the most perfect human being you’d ever laid eyes on sleeping beside you.

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