smooshes his face

anonymous asked:

Okay okay, I'm here, before you go to bed, think about Keith laying with his head in Shiro's lap on their couch after a long day. Shiro is reading with a book in one hand while the other works its way through Keith's messy hair and it's so relaxing and sweet for both of them, and Keith feels so happy and content and he sits up and gently sets Shiro's book to the side and slides up his glasses and just, lovingly smooshes his face and kisses him because it's just so nice to be together.

*slams fists on table* THIS IS THE TYPE OF CONTENT I AM HERE FOR.

Just,,, shiro and Keith spending time together. They’ve never felt like they have to DO things when they’re together, you know? When they’re together, they can just relax and be and soak in each other’s presence. Just being in the same room, doing separate tasks is something that they live for. Often, that type of scenario involves one walking past the other to do something and just. Touching them. Rubbing a hand along their partners back. Ruffling hair affectionately. And yes, oftentimes they end up cuddling when they don’t have to actively do anything. Reading, or fiddling with their phone. Or just. Resting.

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This cat likes to roam the Neighborhood. I don’t know his name but I call him smoosh cat because he likes to smoosh his face against my hand and roll over. He also likes becoming a plant for some reason.

Heart on the Line (part 5)

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You and Bucky had your differences in college, but now you need a place to stay and he needs a roommate, and in order to make ends meet, you two start a phone sex line together.  

“For a Good Time, Call…” AU


author: sugardaddytonystark (formerly buckysbackpackbuckle)
pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
word count: 1589

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Drunk!Alec - You're Really Pretty
  • Alec: (waving his finger) You're ...like...really pretty.
  • Magnus: (taking Alec's drink away from him) And you're really drunk, darling.
  • Alec: (crowding in Magnus's face) Okay, but you're still really pretty.
  • Magnus: Alright Alexander, I think you need to go to bed now.
  • Alec: (smooshes Magnus's face between his hands) ....Pretty.
  • Magnus: (taking Alec's hands off his face) And bed, Alexander.
  • Alec: (excited, trying to wiggle his eyebrows) Oooh...
  • Magnus: (pulling Alec up off the couch) No, darling. You are going to bed.
  • Alec: (pouts)
  • Alec: Do I at least get cuddles?
  • Magnus: (sighing) Yes, Alexander, you get cuddles.
  • Alex: (hugs Magnus) Yeessshh...! (Pulls back for second) Did anyone ever tell you you're really pretty?
  • Magnus: Bed, Alexander!
I Can See a Smile (Jim Kirk x Reader)

Summary: This is a request (my first! woo!) from @webhoard . Jim is a drama queen and very cute when stroppy. 

Request:  Hmm…how about fluffy Jim getting ‘mad’ at S/O for something trite like eating the last of the ice cream or something like that, and S/O has to placate him and cheer him up? Lol, I just really wanna Jim acting like a lovable man-child.

Pairing: Jim Kirk x Reader

Warnings: None (100% FLUFF)

a/n: ok so stroppy drama queen Jim is my new favourite thing. Also, the ‘i can see a smile’ line is something my brother used to say to me when i was off school being ill to try and cheer me up.


“Hey, y/n! Which drawer did you put the last of the ice cream in?” you heard Jim yell from the kitchen.

You could hear the drawers of the freezer being opened and closed repeatedly, alongside rummaging sounds as he dug his way through the contents. He was looking for the tub of salted caramel ice cream which you both loved and had been devouring for the past week since you had got back to earth.

“uuuurrrrmmmm… have you checked the bottom drawer?” you shouted back, pretending not to know its true location - empty and in the recycling.

You smiled to yourself and to the last spoonful of the delicious dessert in your bowl. You planned on hiding and destroying the evidence before Jim realised what had happened. But as you placed the last spoonful in your mouth - savouring every second - Jim appeared in the doorway.

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I love the “physically affectionate Junkrat” headcanon so much. I mean, in a harsh world like Junkertown, I imagine not that many people get to cuddle up, esp when being vulnerable or trusting people brings a lot more trouble than what it’s worth. So I imagine that Junkrat, being the friendly and woefully affectionate person he is, is extremely touch-starved.

And so, when he goes out into society and gets to cuddle up to Roadhog for the first time ever, he’s on cloud nine. Just, starry eyes as he gets to wrap his arms around something that isn’t a worn pillow or a dirty, beaten up stuffed toy. Then, he makes friends and meets other people who have no problem with Junk curling up next to them and casually throwing an arm over their shoulder. He’s in heaven when it’s a gloomy, lazy day and he can wrap himself around someone in bed, bury his face in the crook of their neck, and snooze peacefully. 

He’s way too friendly and eager to push people away and never touch them. Maybe he’d have trust issues at first, but once he gets over them you bet your ass hes gonna be wrapping his long noodley leg and arm around the next willing participant. He’s too tall? Not a problem, he’ll just lift them up and smoosh his face on theirs while giving them a back-breaking, rib-crushing hug.

Guess You’re Stuck with Me, Kleinman (Jared Kleinman x Reader)

Guess You’re Stuck with Me, Kleinman (Jared Kleinman x Reader)

Notes: Here’s a (longer than expected) fic featuring poor sick Jared Kleinman, angsty Connor Murphy, and irritated/confused reader! I started this thinking it would be a very short little fic with lots of cuddling. And then Connor appeared, and this turned into a very long fic. It’s really different from what I was expecting, sooo hopefully it’s good, idk. This would basically take place the summer Zoe graduates high school. (And this would be an AU where Connor lives.) Anyway. This is basically just utter fluff with a sprinkle of angst.

Warnings: Some swearing…brief mention of Connor smoking.

Words: 4908

While most teenagers would probably throw a party when their parents went out of town, Jared Kleinman is not that kind of person, and you’re glad. Most girls might think it was stupid, but spending the night watching your boyfriend play videogames and snuggling with him on his beanbag chair is amazing. So amazing, in fact, that you end up falling asleep curled up next to him.

When a noise startles you awake, you blink at the shadows around you, your brain sluggishly working to figure out where you are. Beneath you, the lumps of a couch press into your back and make it ache in random places. The blanket on top of you smells like popcorn and cologne, the scent familiar and comforting even in the sleepy dimness. But it’s the sound of Jared attempting to stifle an explosive sneeze that finally makes it click in your brain that you’re in his basement.

There’s a lamp beside the couch, and you fumble for a second to flick it on. The sudden light stings your eyes, and you have to blink for a moment before you can see Jared sitting on his beanbag chair, right where the two of you were when you fell asleep. Without any windows down here, it’s impossible to tell what time it is, but apparently you’ve been asleep long enough that he felt it necessary to move you to the couch.

The sound of another violent sneeze jerks you from your thoughts as Jared unsuccessfully tries to muffle the noise in his shirt sleeve.

“Hey,” you murmur, your voice cracking a little like it always does when you first wake up. “Are you okay?”

Jared twists to look over his shoulder at you; he’s not wearing his glasses and has to squint at you. “Yeah,” he says, his voice thick and breath coming in wobbly little puffs. “Sorry I woke you up. It’s just—it’s allergies or something.”

He sneezes again, and even in the dimness you notice the unnatural pink bleeding through his cheeks.

“You look like you have a fever,” you say. “Are you sure you feel okay?”

He rubs a hand across his nose and nods. “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. I think there’s mold down here or something. I don’t know.” His eyes water as his breath begins to hitch again, and he buries his face in his beanbag chair. Shivers dance through his shoulders, and he groans a little.

“Babe, I don’t think it’s mold.” You push the blankets off and sit up on the edge of the couch. Your shoulders ache from what was probably hours of lying on the couch; you should probably text your parents in case you did in fact spend the entire night here. The sooner you let them know everything’s okay, the less likely they are to freak out over the fact that you didn’t come home last night.

You move toward Jared and cup a hand on his neck. Despite the way he’s shivering, his skin is hot and sticky beneath yours. “J, you’ve got a fever,” you murmur.

He groans into the beanbag again. “Shit.”

“Let me go grab a thermometer,” you say. “Stay here, okay?”

He turns a little to look at you with bleary eyes and nods. He looks so pathetic you kiss his tousled hair before leaving him on the beanbag chair.

You go to the basement bathroom and dig through the medicine cabinet. A toothbrush and about six half-used toothpaste tubes litter the shelves, along with bottles of ibuprofen and Benadryl and a thermometer. There are washcloths in the tiny linen closet, so you take one and run it under cold water. You can hear Jared coughing as you wring it out and grab the bottle of ibuprofen and thermometer.

You hurry back to him with the supplies. He’s sitting up in the beanbag chair with his glasses on, his arms wrapped around his torso as he shivers. You set everything down but the thermometer and hold it toward him. “You should take your temperature.”

He does as you say, sticking the thermometer under his tongue and sniffling a little.

You check the coffee table by the couch for your phone as you begin gathering your blankets, but it’s nowhere in sight. “What time is it?” you ask.

“Theven,” Jared lisps around the thermometer. Before you can begin to freak out over how nervous your parents must be, he holds up a hand. “I texted your parenth lath night. They’re cool.”

“Oh.” The tension you didn’t realize had formed in your chest eases, and you smile a little. “Thanks.”

“Mm-hmm.” The thermometer goes off, and Jared fumbles it out of his mouth. He squints at it and says, “It’s only 101. You can chill.”

“I’m just making sure you’re okay. Also, 101 is still high enough for me to be reasonably concerned.” You take the thermometer from him and set it on the coffee table, then begin tucking a blanket around him. “You need to take some ibuprofen. Do you have water?”

“Yeah.” He nods his head toward a half-empty water bottle lying on the floor, then peers up at you. The tip of his nose is already turning red, and that along with his messy hair makes him look younger than he is. “I’m okay, Y/N. I mean, I could be better, but you should probably go home so you don’t catch whatever this is.”

You spread another blanket over him but leave the third one on the floor; even if he’s cold, smothering him in blankets probably isn’t great for his fever. “I don’t want to leave you.”

“I don’t want to make you sick.” He glances at your hands as they tuck the blanket closer to his chin. “I’ll be fine. Seriously, it’s not a big—”

“Shhh.” You drape the wet wash cloth across his forehead, and he flinches a little at the chilliness. Your hand finds its way to his hair, and you brush your fingers through it gently. “Quit acting tough and let me take care of you.”

Jared sighs weakly but leans into you hand.

You kneel beside the beanbag chair and continue petting his hair for a moment; his eyes are shut, and despite the way he’s shivering and sniffling, he looks somewhat relaxed at your touch. He looks vulnerable in a way you rarely see, and it makes your voice go softer when you ask, “What time will your parents be home?”

He shrugs without opening his eyes. “Sometime tonight. I think their flight’s at seven-thirty.”

You rise up on your knees enough to peck the top of his head with a kiss. “Then I guess you’re stuck with me till then, Kleinman.”

***

Jared snores quietly, his head in your lap. The two of you are on the couch now instead of the beanbag chair, and you’ve been watching Parks and Recreation all morning. By now it has to be past noon, but you aren’t sure where Jared left your phone last night after he texted your parents and you don’t want to wake him up to ask.

You survey the mess on the coffee table. You found a fresh t-shirt and boxers upstairs in Jared’s room and had him change into them, so his sweaty clothes from last night are balled up beside the bottle of ibuprofen. A glass of water whose ice has almost completely melted forms a puddle on the table. Jared’s washcloth sits in a soggy pile next to a couple dozen wadded up pieces of toilet paper—you discovered earlier that apparently the Kleinmans don’t have any tissues. In fact, they don’t have much of anything—Jared sounded like he was trying to hack up a lung all morning, and all you could do was give him peppermints from your purse to suck on because there was no cough syrup anywhere in the house.

You sigh and slowly shift Jared’s head off your lap. His phone is plugged in next to the TV, and you take it back to the couch and settle into your spot again, although you let Jared rest with his head on a pillow. Jared told you his password one time a while ago when you were trying to find music to play in the car, and so you unlock his phone and pull up the messaging app. Evan is at his summer job at a national park, so he probably doesn’t have good cell service. Alana is on vacation with her family in DC, and Zoe is touring colleges all weekend with her dad. Which leaves you with one option.

With another sigh, this one slightly more aggravated, you bring up Connor Murphy’s contact and send him a text. This is Y/N. Jared’s sick. Can you bring tissues and cough syrup?

The little bubble showing Connor is typing appears almost immediately, but with every second that passes without a response, you grow more impatient. It isn’t that you don’t like Connor, exactly. It’s just that for whatever reason, there’s always been some kind of unspoken rule that the two of you can never agree on anything. No matter how many times you hang out with Zoe, you can never get through a conversation without either him or you wanting to rip the other person’s head off.

Jared coughs in his sleep, and you reach out with your free hand and stroke his hair. Warmth radiates off him; his fever might not be that high, but the heat coming from him still makes your stomach feel a little uneasy. You kiss his forehead for what feels like the hundredth time today; you know he can’t feel it in his sleep, but you don’t know what else to do.

His phone pings with a message from Connor. The moment you read it, you roll your eyes.

be there in twenty. getting nyquil…one dose of that and he’ll be high af.

***

You made sure the door was unlocked earlier when Connor said he would be coming, so when he finally shows up he lets himself in, yelling your name to announce his presence.

“Connor!” you hiss. “Shut up! Jared’s asleep!”

“No, I’m not,” Jared mutters, his face smooshed against a pillow. Luckily you took his glasses off and set them on the table when he first fell asleep this morning. He inhales stuffily through his nose before twisting onto his back and blinking up at you. “Is that Murphy?”

“Yeah. Stay here.” You stand and move to the base of the stairs. “Connor,” you call. “We’re down here.”

You’re back on the couch with Jared by the time Connor’s footsteps thump down the stairs. He slinks toward the two of you, his usual black hoodie draped around his skinny frame despite it being the middle of July and several Publix bags clutched in his hands. He raises an eyebrow at Jared. “Well, Kleinman,” he says, “you look like shit.”

“Really hot shit,” Jared says, his voice rasping. He pushes himself up so he’s sitting, grunting a little, and he blinks tired eyes at Connor. “How come you’re here?”

Connor shrugs deeper into his hoodie and jerks his head toward you. “Y/N made me come.”

“I did not!” you exclaim, and Jared winces a little at the volume of your voice. “I just asked for you to bring some stuff. Sorry for the inconvenience.”

The shadow of a smirk appears on Connor’s face, the same one he’s always aiming at you when he’s managed to irritate you yet again.

You hate that smirk more than anything, and you’re pretty sure he knows it.

Jared fumbles for his glasses and barely manages to get them on without poking himself in the eye. He lets out a wheezy cough and nods toward the bags in Connor’s hands. “What’s in those?”

“Drugs.”

You roll your eyes. “Knock it off.”

“Take a joke,” Connor replies. He swings two of the bags onto the table, barely avoiding knocking over Jared’s glass of water. “I bought a shit ton of tissues and Nyquil. And,” he adds, looking at you, “just to make sure you know, I was mostly kidding when I said it would make him high.”

You scowl at him.

“Also,” Connor says, ignoring you as he holds up the third bag, “Mom made me bring soup and shit.”

“Sounds appetizing,” Jared says.

“That was nice of her,” you say. Connor may drive you up the wall, but when you’ve hung out with Zoe, Cynthia Murphy has always been sweet. “She didn’t have to make that.”

Connor brushes off your gratitude with a shrug. “It was in the freezer.”

You resist the urge to growl at him.

Jared gives you a funny look before focusing on Connor. “If you’re not busy, wanna hang here and watch me beat Y/N’s ass at Mario Kart? I mean, since you’re here and she’s making me lay around all day anyway.”

“Hey, I let you fall asleep on my lap earlier,” you say. “And you drooled.”

Jared’s already flushed face goes even pinker, although the scowl he aims at you quickly dissolves into a sneeze.

“I would rather not catch the plague, so no.” Connor crosses his arms, the bag with soup clutched in one fist. “Plus Mom wants me home to help her cook or whatever before Zoe gets home tonight. We’re having some fancy dinner or something. I don’t even know.”

“Is she excited about college?” you ask. Irritation still flickers within your chest, but you press on anyway. No matter how much Connor shuts you out, you’ll never stop trying to get through to him, even if it’s just out of sheer stubborness. “She texted me pictures yesterday and looked really happy.”

Connor wrinkles his brow at you. “How the fuck should I know?”

You groan. “Forget it.”

“Oooookay,” Jared says, dragging out the word. He massages his temple with a fist, his eyes closing momentarily. “Save the fighting for another time. I can’t play referee today.”

Connor snorts. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Kleinman.” He drops the bag with the soup on the table. “I’m leaving anyway. Mom’ll freak if I’m not home in the next fifteen minutes.”

Jared raises his eyebrows. “Wow, Connor Murphy giving a crap about what his parents want. Miracles do happen.”

Connor’s face darkens. “They caught me smoking yesterday, so I’m not sure I’d call it a miracle.”

A little twinge breaks through the frustration within you. You didn’t know Connor last year, but from what Jared and Zoe have told you, he’s gone through a lot since then—a lot of good things, like working with a therapist and quitting smoking pot. But of course, recovery is never an easy, straight road.

The tiniest crease appears between Jared’s eyebrows, but it’s gone almost as quickly as it came, and he just nods. “Ahh. Got it.” He opens his mouth like he’s going to add something but his breath catches and he starts coughing, clutching his blanket close to his chest and the force of it making him wince. The noise sends a pulse of anxiety through you; it’s probably nothing to worry about, but the sound is distinctly painful, like you can hear the coughing actually ripping at his lungs.

When you notice Connor looking at Jared, there’s something akin to sadness in his eyes. But then his gaze flicks to you, and the typical coldness returns. “Text me if you need anything else,” he says to Jared. “It’ll give me an excuse to get out of dinner.”

Jared drags in a wobbly breath, his eyes watery. “Sure,” he pants.

“Thanks for all this,” you say, gesturing at the bags of tissues and soup and medicine.

Connor crosses his arms and lifts his shoulders in a small shrug. “Just doing my part to keep Kleinman from dying.”

“I’m cool,” Jared says, and heaves out one last cough. “Not dying.”

Connor just shrugs again, flips his hand in a small wave, and slinks up the stairs.

You hear the dull thump of his footsteps overhead, then the creak of the front door as he slips out.

Inside your chest is a swirl of irritation and frustration and maybe even a little sadness over the complicated boy that is Connor Murphy, and you try to let it all out in a sigh. It doesn’t really matter. Sure, it would be nice if he got along with you better, but it’s not a big deal if he doesn’t.

Yet, like an itch you can’t scratch, it still nags at you.

You’re going to say something to Jared about it, but then he begins coughing again, his whole body shaking and face burning red. Anxiety blooms within you as you watch him double over, the sound as awful ever. You rub his back until the fit stops, and by then he’s shivering and slumped against you, his eyes half closed. You can feel the heat from his cheek on your shoulder. It seems warmer than earlier.

“How are you feeling?” you murmur. “I think you might be getting a little worse.”

“Probably.” Jared breathes out a shuddery sigh. “My head’s not doing so great.”

You run your fingers through his hair and wince at the heat of his fever. “Poor boy.”

He lifts his head to give you a look, although it’s dulled by the exhaustion coloring his bloodshot eyes.

You slip off the couch and begin to arrange several of his pillows in a little pile. “Do you feel like eating?”

He leans his head against the back of the couch and gives it the slightest shake.

“You should eventually.” You pat the pillows. “Come lay down. I’ll get you fresh water and you can take your medicine and sleep.”

He cracks open his eyelids to give you another look. “Only if you play Mario Kart when I wake up.”

“Only if you admit I’ll beat your ass at it.”

He blows a weak raspberry as he lowers himself down and snuggles into the pillows. “Keep dreaming, Y/L/N.”

You drape several blankets over him and then head upstairs to get him fresh water and maybe another wet washcloth from the bathroom up there. Every time you hear him start coughing, something inside you aches. Jared has always been the one who’s been there for you, the one who’s been happy and strong and ready to do anything to make sure you were happy, too, and the thought of him being in pain makes you want to cry.

When you return to the basement, Jared’s eyes are closed. The soft thud of you setting down his glass of water makes him open his eyes the tiniest bit. “I love you,” he whispers.

“I love you too.” You lower the washcloth onto his forehead, slowly so maybe the cold will be less shocking. He still grimaces.

“Sorry about all this,” he says. “I know I’m, like, kind of disgusting.”

“I thought you told Connor you were hot.”

“I was obviously delirious.”

“Obviously.”

A chill rattles his shoulders, and he pulls the blankets closer to his chin. “Anyway. Sorry you have to deal with this.”

“Don’t apologize, you goof.” You kneel beside him and brush you fingers through his hair. “I just told you I love you, remember?”

He’s still shivering, but a tiny smile tugs at one corner of his mouth. “You’re kind of the best, loser.”

You kiss the space between his eyebrows, and he nuzzles his face into your neck for a moment before relaxing back onto the pillows again.

You give him more ibuprofen and then a dose of cough syrup. Chills continue rattling his body while you wait for the medicine to work, so you crawl onto the couch and snuggle close to him, wedging yourself in between the back of the couch and his body. The two of you hold each other close until his sniffling turns into soft snores.

When you move, you’re careful to go slowly so you don’t wake him. The bags Connor brought still rest on the table, so you sit crisscross on the floor and sort through them. As promised, the bag from his house has an enormous container with enough soup to last Jared several days, and there’s a sticky note in Mrs. Murphy’s handwriting saying feel better, Jared!!

You set the soup to the side to take upstairs, then begin sorting through the other bags. At first it just looks like they’re filled with a half a dozen boxes of tissues and an extra bottle of Nyquil, but when you get to the bottom of the second bag, you find a bag of honey-flavored cough drops and a small box of herbal tea.

You hold the tea box in your hand, your forehead wrinkling as you stare at it. Even with it still shut, a faint smell leaks out. It isn’t pungent like you’d expect with most herbal teas; it smells like peppermint with a hint of something earthy. Comforting, in a way. As you inhale the scent, you can feel the leftover tension in your chest beginning to melt away.

Connor Murphy is an enigma.

***

“Hey, loser,” a tired voice croaks.

You blink and find Jared’s face only a few inches from yours. It takes a moment for you to orient yourself—you take in the blankets tangled around you, the sticky sweat on your legs, and Jared staring across the pillow at you.

“You fell asleep on the job,” he whispers.

“Because taking care of you is so much work.” You reach up and brush your thumb over his cheek. It’s still stained with a permanent blush, but his skin feels a little less fiery beneath yours. “How do you feel?”

His shoulder shrugs beneath the blanket. “Better than earlier.”

“Good.” You tilt your head forward just the tiniest bit to kiss his forehead, and a sleepy smile blossoms on his face. “How about you eat something?”

“In a minute.” Jared buries his face in your neck; you can hear his breath rasping softly, but at least he isn’t coughing like he was earlier. “I’m comfy,” he murmurs.

You wrap your arms around him and hug him closer, your legs tangling with his beneath the blankets. The two of you are pressed together like puzzle pieces, and it’s so wonderful you don’t argue with him.

“Me, too,” you tell him.

***

You can’t see it in the basement, but according to the time on your phone the sun is just beginning to set. Jared is propped up next to you on the couch, eating soup while the two of you watch what feels like the hundredth episode of Parks and Recreation for the day (not that either of you mind). The bag of cough drops Connor brought sits on the table, and a Legend of Zelda mug steams beside it, the sweet scent of the tea filling the basement.

You tuck your feet up on the couch and lean against Jared’s shoulder, your phone in your hand. You’ve been texting your parents on and off since you got up from your nap with Jared earlier. Thankfully Jared had been right; your parents weren’t mad, just a little concerned that you weren’t home yet. You let them know Jared was sick and you were taking care of him until his parents got home. Your mom offered to bring food, but considering the amount of soup Mrs. Murphy sent, you told her it wasn’t really necessary.

Zoe has also sent you a few text messages. She’s home from touring colleges and told you she had a blast but that it’s all really stressful and a lot to think about. You told her you wanted to hear all about it and that you were glad she had fun. And you asked her to tell Connor thanks for bringing everything over today.

Jared leans forward to set his soup on the table and snuggles up against you. His hair is slightly damp; he took a shower late this afternoon, and now the soft smell of body wash and the detergent his mom uses clings to his skin.

“When do I get my Mario Kart game?” he asks, his voice rough. Considering how hoarse it’s gotten today, you’re guessing it will be gone by tomorrow.

“Soon.” You kiss the spot right below his ear; you’re so happy to see him feeling better enough to do more than just sleep, you just want to snuggle with him. You tuck your face against his neck and murmur into his skin, “You smell good.”

“Like manliness and war. Or that’s what the bottle said it would smell like, anyway.”

“I wouldn’t call it that.”

Jared pulls away from you to motion at his Star Wars pajama shirt, the blankets the two of you are huddled under, and the mess of tissues and medicine scattered across the table and couch. “This doesn’t look manly to you?”

“Well, it does look like someone fought a war here and left the mess behind.” You wave your hand at it. “Just so you know, I’m not planning on cleaning all this up by myself.”

“Yeah, make your sick boyfriend do all the work.” He lets out an exaggerated sigh. “I get it, I get it …”

You flick his ear lightly, and a soft laugh rumbles in his chest.

His phone buzzes on the table, and you lean forward to grab it and hand it to him. He squints at the screen and frowns. “Mom and Dad’s flight got cancelled. They won’t be able to get home until tomorrow.”

“Then I guess you’re stuck with me until then.”

He gives you a look. “You don’t have to stay, Y/N. I’m not dying, remember?”

“But you probably would be if I wasn’t here.” You adjust the blanket so your toes peek out. “I’ll just stay in case you need anything.”

He fiddles with the corner of his phone’s case. “You don’t have to.”

“Jared. I’ve already told you. I don’t mind. I love you.”

“I know, but—”

You shut him up with a soft kiss on his mouth. “I’m not going anywhere,” you murmur.

He watches your lips with hazy eyes for a moment before whispering, “Not to ruin the moment, but you really shouldn’t be kissing me right now.”

“Too late,” you say. “I mean, I’ve been curled up with you almost all day, so I think we’re past worrying about me catching this from you.”

He kisses your cheek in apparent agreement. “I’ll make sure to keep you from dying if you get it.”

“I’ll be happy if you just come over and cuddle with me.”

“I can do that.” He cradles his phone in his lap and begins typing a text. “I’ll let my parents know you’re staying, but only if you’re sure.”

“I’m sure.” You unlock your phone and write a text to your parents to make sure it’s okay with them if you spend the night here. “Would you mind if Zoe stopped by with some fresh clothes and my toothbrush and stuff?” you ask Jared.

“Yeah, sure.”

“Maybe I should text Evan to come, too. He’s probably bored.”

Jared makes a face. “Why would you have Evan come if Zoe’s just bringing clothes?”

“Because we could all hang out and watch something stupid.”

Jared groans a little. “They won’t want to be around my gross ass right now. Plus Evan will make me watch his stupid nature documentaries.”

“You liked the last one about the ocean.” Your phone vibrates with a text from your mom letting you know it’s fine for you to spend the night and to text her if you need anything. You tap the screen and switch to your conversation with Zoe. “They could just hang out for an hour or two. It would give us all something to do. And maybe I’ll invite Connor, too.”

“Absolutely not,” Jared says, shaking his head. “I will actually die if you guys start arguing.”

You think of the tea and the cough drops and the way Connor looked sadly at Jared before he left. “We won’t argue.”

Jared gives you a look. “All you do is argue with him, Y/N.”

“Well, maybe I’d like to change that.”

He gives a raspy laugh. “We’d all like you to change that.”

“I know.” You let out a soft sigh. “I don’t mean to be obnoxious with him. He just … I don’t know, I want to like him, but he makes it nearly impossible sometimes.”

Jared laughs again. It sputters away into a cough, but there’s still a soft smile on his face. “That would be Connor Murphy for you.” He pokes your cheek. “You take him, like, way too seriously. He’ll quit being a dick if you quit getting so mad about it.”

“Okay, well, I’ll invite him and give it a shot.”

“Okay,” Jared says. “But if you guys start fighting, I’m kicking everyone out. And that includes you.”

“Nope.” You slip your hand into his, your fingers curling around his. “I’ll go upstairs, but I’m not leaving. You’re stuck with me, Kleinman.”

“I guess so,” he sighs. He snuggles closer to you beneath the blanket and lets his head rest on your shoulder, his eyes closed and the little smile still on his face. “But that’s not such a bad thing.”

Reggie Mantle x Reader : Call Me Daddy

A/N: implied/slight smut, swearing and garbage grammar:D

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“Call me Daddy.” He demanded as he stood over me, his body nearly pressed against my own while I laid on my bed.


“My dude… What?” I asked in disbelief. ‘What the fuck is this dude smoking?’

He grunted, almost annoyed by me. Flopping down beside me, he repeated his “command”.  

“I said, call me Daddy.” I started busting up, I couldn’t believe it. I could not believe my ears. I was shooketh. ‘My baby boy is kinky as fuuuuuuck!!’


“HAHAHA!! I’m so weak, dude! I didn’t know you were into that kind of stuff.” I smiled cheerily and patted his tummy. ‘That’s not even a tummy, that’s a fucking washboard. I should bring my laundry next time I come over while he’s taking a bath.’


“Shut up and just say it.” He groaned, grabbing a pillow and using it to cover his face. “Don’t tell me to shut up, you dickhead.” I slapped his belly, making him roll around in mock pain.

“I’m sorry, just… please? Call me Daddy, babe.”

“Nope!” I replied, popping the ‘p’. He pouted and I grabbed his cheeks, smooshing his handsome face. “I am the Kink Master, you gotta bring more to the table than just a small ‘please’ and calling me by my favorite pet name, bubby.”


“Baby girl, pleeeease? I promise it’s just this one time. Just one time and that’s it, I’ll never ask you again.” He begged, rubbing his face into my stomach. I started giggling and shoved him off my bed. A big thud resounded through my room and downstairs.

“You kids okay up there?” I heard my mum yell from the kitchen downstairs.

“Yeah, we’re good mumma!” I yelled back and I heard her giggle and mutter something to my dad, making him laugh a little.

Reggie propped his head on the edge of my bed and tilted his head cutely at me, batting his lashes. ‘Awww, what a cutie!’

“That tickled, you dork! Hmm…” I teased and stuck my tongue out at him. “Please, babe? I promise I’ll do anything you ask for a week.”


“Anything?”


“Yes! Anything!”


“Make it a month.”


“…Fuck it, yes. Whatever, deal.” He groaned while I delivered the dance of Y/N’s Success.


“Oooh, let’s go to Pop’s then! I’m dying for a chocolate milkshake.” I hopped off my bed and pulled on my shoes.


“Y/N, come on!” He groaned again. I rolled my eyes and patted his shoulder. “I gotta see you commit, baby boy. Let’s go! Chop chop!”


“Fine, at least give me a kiss,” I gave him a quick peck before he could grab me and drag the kiss further, ”and promise me you’ll do it-”


“Yeah, yeah definitely! Now let’s GOOOOOOO!!” I yelled, tugging his arm towards the stairs and to the front door so we could get milkshakes. ‘Ugh, I’m dying c'mon Reggie work with me.’


~~~~~~~~~~time skippo~~~~~~~~~~~


“What’s wrong, honey?” I asked, he hasn’t said a word since he drove here. ‘He’s probably mad, thinking I won’t hold my end of the deal.’


“Nothing, just drink your milkshakes.” He spat out, looking back out the window and ignoring me. I glared at him and kicked his leg, but he didn’t seem to show any signs that it hurt… or that he even felt it.

Thirty minutes and five milkshakes later, he still hasn’t spoken to me. “Hmm…” Popping a few more cherries into my mouth, I notified the slab of concrete that sat across from me that I was finished.


He paid the bill and grabbed my hand, leading me out of the small diner.


“Reginald…” His grip on my hand softened, slowly intertwining our fingers together. He looked down at me with a straight face and said nothing. I stared back up at him, attempting to pull off that cute doe-eyed pout. His face showed nothing, like he wasn’t affected and turned his attention from me to straight ahead.

‘Tch… What a bum.’ I mentally stomped my foot.


Thoughts ran through my mind until one of them hit me hard. ‘He DEFINITELY still wants me to call him Daddy.’ Conjuring up a plan, I smirked evilly to myself. ‘I’m gonna get him good. Let’s make this count, I got one shot.’


I stopped walking, hoping he’d do the same. Luckily, he did. He looked back at me, his perfect eyebrows furrowed in confusion.


Sighing, I let go of his hand and stood right against him. Running my hands up his chest, I looked up at him through my eyelashes with half-lidded eyes and a small smile. His stoic expression broke slightly, a little smirk playing on his lips. ‘I can hear his heartbeat lmao… did I just say ‘lmao’ in my head?’


Reaching up to wrap my arms around his neck, I stood on the tips of my toes. His arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me tightly against him. ‘Tall ass giant, gosh! I love this, man!’


I leaned in closer to him and kissed up the side of his neck on his cheek towards his ear, leaving a little trail of light pink chapstick on his skin. Hearing him sigh and feeling him nuzzle his face into the crook of my neck, I had him. Right. Where. I. Wanted. Him.


Placing one last kiss on his soft cheek, I leaned in and whispered into his ear.


“Thank you for tonight… I love you, Daddy.”


A sharp intake of air. His grip tightened. And… wetness?


I pulled away to look at him, only to find myself fully wrapped up in his arms.


“Reggie? Are you okay, baby?” All I got was a nod in response. Letting out a little sigh, I rubbed my nose against his chest, breathing in his strong scent. ‘His cologne is so damn delicious! Fuck me up for Eternity, Calvin Klein!’


I was pulled from my thoughts as I felt our bodies swaying. All of a sudden, my legs were off the ground and I was soaring against the wind. ‘Is this dude really spinning me around in circles?’


“REGGIE! OH MY GOSH, PLEASE PUT ME DOWN! WHAT’S HAPPENING?!” I could barely get out any words, I was giggling so much. I felt so free and light in his arms.


“I can’t believe it!”


“What? That I said Daddy?” He shook his head no and placed his forehead against mine, his hands encasing my face while he swiped his thumb against my cheek.


“You said you love me, Y/N.”


“…And you’re crying because?” I asked, entirely amused and taken away from his insanely adorable reaction.


“Because the girl of my dreams loves me back.” He gave me the biggest grin ever and lifted me off the ground into the tightest hug I’ve ever received.


“I love you, baby girl. Forever and always for all eternity, Y/N.” I snorted and hugged him back.


“Stop, that was so gross.” He scoffed and pretended to throw me, causing me to latch tighter onto him.


“Whatever, you only wish you said it.”


“Nah, I wish I stayed at Pop’s and ordered more cherries.”


“Speaking of cherries, you wanna…?” And he makes a *pop* sound with his lips and gives me the biggest shit-eating grin ever. ‘He’s so handsome… Ugh, such a dope.’


“Reginald, do you WANT to lose your balls?”


“Nah, I’d rather have you lose your virginity to me tonight.”


“You’re so gross! Yuck!”


“Ohh, says the ‘Kink Master’!”


“Damn right, lil boy!”


“You won’t be screaming that tonight.”


“Really now? What will I be screaming then?” He wiggled his eyebrows at me and wrapped his arms around my waist. I rolled my eyes back and gave my best porn-star impression.


“Oh, Daddy! Please fuck me! Fuck me hard and good with your monster cock! Punish me, Daddy! I’ve been such a naughty, dirty girl! Daddy- OH SHIT REGGIE!! WAIT!!” He picked me up and hauled me over his shoulder, like I was a sack of potatoes. ‘I’m a cute potato though.’


“NOPE! WE’RE GOING TO MY PLACE. IMMEDIATELY. WE’RE DOING THIS, BABY.” Groaning, I just hung there on his shoulder not protesting against his ‘wishes’.


“Reggie… would you wait to have sex after marriage?” He tapped my bum and let out a big laugh.


“Oh, you wanna marry me?” He said in a teasing voice. I rolled my eyes and propped my elbow against his rock hard shoulder blade and perched my chin on my hand.


“Well. I mean. If we last that long, I mean… yeah. We’ve been together since forever and I can’t really see myself in the future without you by my side.” I finished, softly smiling back at him. He laughed and shook his head, his luscious hair swaying just urging me to tug on it.


“But, maybe… maybe in the heat of the moment, maybe. I don’t know.” I sighed in defeat. “And you call me gross, you little twerp. I’m not a virgin, so that question was irrelevant for me.” I pouted and smacked his butt. He jokingly let out a small ‘ow’ and slapped my ass. Hard. As. Fuck. “SHIT! MY ASS CHEEK FELL OFF, I CAN’T FEEL IT!” Reggie started cracking up and patted my bum, trying to ease the pain or some shit. ‘Imma get this fool… imma get him gooood.’


“Ahhhh! Daddy, stop teasing me!” I moaned out.


“Shit, babe. You gonna use that against me now?”


“Nah. Issa special thang, sweet boy! I ain’t abusing the 'Daddy’ kink. I’ll only use it when it’s just me and you.” He peered over his shoulder and gave me that little smirk that I love so much. Finally, he reached his car and gently placed me into the passenger seat and buckled me in. 'Well shit, he really is Daddy Material. How lucky am I?’


Reggie clambered into the driver’s seat and revved out of the diner’s parking lot, (making our way downtown) continuing our way to his house. 'Something’s gonna happen… I can feel it.’

~~~~~~~~~time skippo~~~~~~~~~


He kicked the door to his huge penthouse, I mean bedroom, open and plopped me right on his king-sized mattress. I starfished my body over the soft comforter of his bed and made blanket angels. Gah dang! This blanket is softer than the one he had last weekend!


“Honestly, I’m just glad I finally got you to say it. It sounds so good coming from you.”


“Reginald…” I warned, he flopped into the sleep mattress right next to me and I rolled over laying my head on his chest.


“I swear on Archie’s ginger soul, if you brag about this to the football team I will take that pretty face of yours-”


“H-Hey! I’m not gonna do that-”


“…And sit on it and make you do lewd things to me.” 'Holy damn, so much for waiting after marriage! Hormones, dafuq we doin?’


“B-Babe, stop talking like that.” He stuttered out and sat up. I got up and laid my head on his shoulder. 'So buff, so sweet… I love him so much.’


“Like what, daddy?” I looked up at him, batting my eyelashes and pursing my lips into a small pout.


“Y/N, you can stop with the daddy thing.” He visibly gulped, his Adam’s apple catching my attention and I placed a light, feathery kiss on his throat. 'Longest neck ever… I wanna bite it’ But, I decided against my thoughts and redirected myself to the task at hand.


“But Daddy, I don’t wanna stop. I want you to touch me.” I took his hand and placed it in between my legs right over my heat. “Here.” Taking his other hand, I placed it against my chest. “And here.”


“Y/N, you just said you wanted to wait-” He struggled, removing his big warm hands from my body.


“But, daddy… You said you’d do anything I want.” I whined. Crawling onto him and sitting on his lap, I placed a light kiss on his thick, beautiful lips. Slowly grinding down against him, he let out a small moan as he bucked his hips against me, making me smile shyly up at him.


“Don’t you want to play with me?” His gaze on me grew darker with lust. ‘Gotcha babe…’


He instantly had me in his arms, pulling me into a long, deep kiss that quickly turned into a heated make-out. I let out a few tiny moans as his hands ran up and down my sides until they wandered, one hand gripping my waist as the other firmly grasped my ass. (a/n: firmly grasp it!)


I gasped and he slipped his tongue into my mouth. ‘This is new… hm.’ His tongue probed my mouth, our tongues soon fighting against each other for dominance. I let him win and he rubbed his tongue against mine, our teeth clashing against each other as we parted for air only to delve right back into each other. The man of my affections gripped my thighs, flipping me over onto my back.


His body rolled smoothly down against mine, grinding his hard on against me. I let out a tiny whimper and trailed my fingertips under his shirt, tracing his abs. I decided to tease him and dragged my fingers down to the waistband of his pants and palmed his front. He released an animalistic growl and gave me a lip-bruising kiss and bit my bottom lip. I wrapped my arms around his neck, tugging on his hair and he let out a deep groan against my mouth. Breaking away, a small string of saliva hung from both our mouths. I swiped a hand at it and wiped my hand on his shirt.


“Ewwwie!” He chuckled and cuddled me closer to his hot body. It was hot, the room was hot as hell.


“Why are you so cute, babe? Like damn.” I blushed and hid my face against his massive chest.


“I don’t know, the fuck kind of question is that?” Reggie let out a big laugh and rubbed my head, threading his fingers through my hair. 'My hair is tangled and it hurts, but I ain’t gonna say nothing.’


We both reveled in each other’s warmth and laid back down on his bed. 'FUCK! These blankets are so damn soft!’


Reggie and I just lied there in comfortable silence, until it finally dawned on me.


“You know… This was the first time I ever made out with someone.” I confessed.


“Wait… Really? I thought you made out with Moose that one time when we played Seven Minutes In Heaven at Cheryl’s party. Your hair and dress was messed up and your lips were hella swollen.” I rolled my eyes.


“First, yuck. It’s Moose, I wouldn’t even dare let him touch me. He’s an assbutt.” I pouted, folding my arms and pushing away from him.


“Secondly, me and Moose were literally fighting in that room, trying to get you guys to think that we were 'getting it on’.” Reggie shook his head and held his hand against his mouth to keep himself from laughing out loud.


“Pfft haha… Wait, you were able to land some punches on Moose? You gremlin, what’d you do that for?” He nudged me and urges me to answer him. I puffed out my cheeks and looked him dead in the eye. “Yeah, because I wanted to be able to say that I’ve fought a moose in a closet before.”


He stared back into my eyes and a smile broke out on his face, “That’s adorable.” 'No. YOU’RE adorable.’


“Shut up, Reggie.”


“Make me.”


“Sweetie pie. Honey bun. Sugar booger. Baby boy~ Mantle The Magnificent~” I pestered the man baby, poking his buff body. “Okay, okay! You got me.” He laughed, lightly swatting my hands away from him.


“Damn right, my chubby boy!” He groaned and tickled my side. I screamed and rolled away from him again. “Well, this chubby boy thinks that for your first time making out you are a fucking pro. Damn, it was so hard to stop… LITERALLY HARD TO STOP!” He exclaimed, pointing at the huge tent in his jeans.


“Doesn’t that hurt?!” I squealed, hiding under his comforter. He let out a huge sigh and flopped back on the bed.


“Yeah duh! What the hell am I gonna do now?”


“May I suggest lotion?” I chirped and received that 'really bruh?’ look from him.


“Hmph… You’re lucky I forgot to buy some more condoms, I swear I would’ve popped that ass so hard right now.”


“REGGIE! SHUT THE FUCK UP! GROSSSS!” I yelled in embarrassment. My face was burning even more and I completely hid myself under the blanket. 'Good thing his parents ain’t home, damn!’


“Babe, come on! I was just kidding! I’ll just get blue balls, it’s no big deal!”


“Reggie, what the hell?! I can’t let you get blue balls! That’s fucking dangerous, you dumb ass! Quit being so nonchalant about this! YOUR! DICK! IS! HARD!” I yelled while pointing at this pants and all he did was smirk at me.


“Then, do something about it.” He left a lingering kiss on the side of my neck and whispered in my ear, “…Baby girl.”


“Fine then.” I gritted my teeth and got up from the bed and locked the door and dimmed the lights.


“Y/N, we don’t have to-” He uttered, but I beat him to it.


“Daddy.” He shut up real quick and sat on the edge of his bed, a look of confusion plastered on his face probably wondering where I’m going with this.


“I’ll make you feel good. I’m sorry I’ve been such a nuisance all night.” Giving him a wink and hoping he’d play along. He smirked and curled his fingers at me, beckoning me to come to him. I took slow steps towards, swaying my hips and playing with the hem of my t-shirt. He licked his lips and hungrily stared me down. 'Err… Up? I dunno, he’s just directly staring at me, lemme do somethin’

I stood right in front of him and peeled my thin shirt off, never breaking eye contact with Reggie. I felt my body flush against his touch as he pulled me closer and kissed my tummy and placed a wavering kiss on my bra. 'Ayeeeee! Issa good thang I wore lace today, hoe!’ I tilted my head back and ran my hands through his silky hair and pulled his head back. “Aghhh! Shit, girl, that feels so good!” I laughed and kissed his forehead. “You’re so fucking silly, daddy… I really am sorry that I turned you on 'too much’.” With that said, I left kisses down his chest and beautifully sculpted abs and got on my knees, keeping eye contact with him on the way d o w n. 'Damn hoe, am I good? Or am I g o o d? Can’t even tell I’m a virgin because I’m a gahdamn pro!! …Genji, oh my gosh shutthefuckup me!’


“It’s alright, my little kink master. I’m sure we can find something to fix it.” I blushed at his use my self-proclaimed title, my fingers fumbling with the zipper of his pants, I pulled them down and met his 'friend’. I looked at my man and back at what hid beneath his boxers, licking my lips and giving Reggie the same cute smile I’ve been giving him all night and got us into this current… situation.


“Okay, daddy~”

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A/N: and now im scarred after writing this. this is so cringey and scattered reader is supposed to be a tomboy, but i guess her damned hormones got to her and made her submit to Mantle the Magnificent’s charms and wiles *barf barf* yo, the last line gmfu reminding me of baby Dory fml😂😂😂


Sorry it’s so shitty, anyways I’ll still be updating “Let Me Explain” and “Finding A Date” probably by the end of this week. If not, they’ll be posted both either next Sunday or Monday. If you got any requests for those next two chapters for either of them, message me or something

Love y'all and thanks for reading this shit!!💕
Easter egg’s

tom holland x reader

HAPPY EASTER GUYS HOPE YOURS WAS AS FUN AS MINE, AND I HOPE YOU GOT A LOT OF CHOCOLATE, HERE MY EASTER GIFT TO YOU A TOM HOLLAND IMAGINE.

(y/n/n) - your niece’s name

(y/n/h/c) your niece’s hair color

:)

 Easter had always been one of your favorite holidays, the colorful eggs, spring time weather, and most of all seeing your baby ‘niece’ find the colorful eggs that you had hidden earlier. (y/n/n) wasn’t your actual niece, a friend of yours had a kid four years ago and both her and her husband were both very successful business workers who traveled a lot. So instead of letting (y/n/n) grow up with nannies you offered to watch and take care of her when her parents where out of town, which was most of the time.

 You were absolutely excited this easter to see (y/n/n), this was gonna be the first time she meet your boyfriend Tom. You could tell Tom was ecstatic to meet her, all morning he ran around placing little easter egg surprises around the house and asking you questions about her, and what she liked.

 You watched as Tom placed another easter egg in the cupboard, surprised to see that there were already a handful there. ‘’Tom, you are aware that you’ve placed over a hundred eggs around the house right? She’s only gonna look in the most obvious places, she’s four, plus doesn’t the easter bunny leave eggs outside? Where gonna finding easter eggs till next easter if you don’t stop placing them in every nook and crany.’’

Tom looked at you as he placed another egg in the fruit bowl, ‘’So even if she doesn’t find them all when we’re doing something around the house and we find an easter egg it’ll be a little surprise for us. Who doesn’t love randomly getting chocolate?”

‘’Yes Tom stale jelly beans are absolutely delicious.’’ you replied as you popped a few chocolate bites in your mouth. “Also what about Tessa, you know dogs can’t eat chocolate, and plastic eggs aren’t that hard to open.’’

‘’That’s why love, all the chocolate eggs are only where humans can reach.’’ Tom said fixing the easter eggs display on the coffee table.

‘’For the love of god Tom sit down would you.’’

 “It has to be perfect. I don’t want her to hate me.’’ He murmured.

Standing up you hugged his waist from behind, laying your head on his back. You could feel him turning around to hold you, ‘’Tom she’s not gonna hate you she’s four, and she’s a very loving child who will absolutely adore you.’’ you said grabbing his face is your hands, ‘’Okay?”

Holding your waist tightly bringing you closer to him, “But (y/n),” he started.

“No but’s, okay? She will love you. I have no doubt in my mind about it.’’ You said pecking his cheek lightly, ‘’But if you don’t stop hiding eggs, I’m going to lose my mind.”

“Okay, love.’’ Tom said, bring his lips closer to your’s, you dodged his kiss as the doorbell rang yelling that she’s here.

Tom’s eyes went wide as a small (y/n/h/c) child ran through the hallway all the way up to him. “HI, I’m (y/n/n)!” she said smooshing her face into his leg as she tried to hug.

“Hey there sweetheart” Tom said said getting down to her level to give her a proper hug. “I’m Tom.”

You watched as Tom and your niece hunted for eggs, Tom acting surprised every time she found one. Your niece was ecstatic as she found so many eggs, dumping the first bucket full on the couch only to have Tom help her hunt for more. A few buckets and a million pictures later, you sat on the couch watching as Tom chased your niece around your backyard with tessa randomly running around them.

  As your niece sat surrounded in a pile of eggs playing around with a sleepy Tessa, Tom sat next to you bringing you into his chest. You looked up at him watching him smile at your niece every time she threw an egg to play fetch with Tessa. “I told you she would love. With the million and one eggs or without’’

‘’You did.’’ Tom admitted, “ you also told me i over did it with the eggs, and i definitely over did it with the eggs.” He said pulling out an egg that he had been sitting on, eating the contents of it.

You couldn’t help but laugh, “Tom that’s disgusting.’’

All he did was smile at you as he threw a jelly bean in your mouth.

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