you both need to go to bed too

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"Quit it or I'll bite" with Bucky please! Have a nice day!

You and Bucky had been together almost a year now.  You had been irritating each other for almost 3 years.   It really was what brought you together.  The pranks, the comments, the taunts, it all ended with the two of you in love.

Even now as you both are happy as clams together, you still felt the annoy to and piss the other off.   Bucky would go postal when you would turn off his alarm for his 5 a.m. run.  He would fuss that he needed to keep in shape, while you would fuss that he woke you up.   When actually you just wanted to cuddle with him in bed longer.

There are tons of things that Bucky did that made you go postal.  He left the seat up on the toilet causing you to fall in.  He hid your phone, because he felt you were too attached to it and should be attached to him instead.   His newest thing however was pushing you over the edge.

Bucky had taken to snapping your bra strap.  It didn’t matter where or when,  if you walked past or if he walked past then your bra would inevitably be pulled and slapped against your skin.

You couldn’t take it anymore it was only 11 a.m. and he had snapped your bra no less than 15 times.   Finally Bucky left for a meeting with Steve and you know you would get some relief.  You swore you had a red mark by now.   

Making some coffee you didn’t hear the master assassin sneak up behind you,  only when you felt two careful metal fingers grab your bra and snap it quickly did you turn.

Looking at Bucky with a fierce look in your eye, and with a deadly voice you say, “Quit it or I’ll bite”

Bucky gave you a wide grin and wrapped his arms around you, “I’m counting on it.”


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She’s your responsibility now.

Au Naturel - CALUM HOOD FLUFF

just a small fluffy thing because i have been in this position before and i wish i had a calum to help me out of it

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You woke with a start, Calum’s cold hand rubbing over your thigh to alert you that you were finally home.

“Tired by any chance?” He smiled sympathetically; he knew travelling was stressful for you.

“Mmm.” You grumbled, making an attempt to roll over in the car seat and go back to sleep.

“Come on,” He chirped, getting out the car and opening your door for you, offering his hand but then realising that he might need to be more persuasive, “Babe an actual bed is inside.”

You opened one eye at this, and was greeted with his tired grin, slightly bloodshot eyes and dishevelled hair; he was probably exhausted too.

“Okay.” You groaned as you dragged your body upwards, leaning on Calum’s shoulder as you both made your way into your house.

“You need to get to bed.” Calum directed you towards the bedroom.

“You’re not coming?” You whined, giving him puppy eyes in protest.

“I need to do some work babe, I’ll be up in half an hour.”

You reluctantly accepted this and slowly made your way upstairs, throwing yourself onto the large bed awaiting you. You sighed in contentment and snuggled more into the duvet, the thought that you would have to change into pyjamas interrupting your short moment of bliss.

“Nooo…” You moaned softly to yourself as you slid off the bed and stumbled into the en suite.

You haphazardly brushed your teeth and took of your makeup, not really caring that you would still probably be left with panda eyes in the morning. You stripped yourself of your jeans, jumper and bra, leaving yourself in underwear and an oversized t-shirt.

Finally you fell into bed, wiggling under the cover and fully relaxing for the first time that week.

After about 5 minutes all curled up you began to feel hot. Very hot.

Simply throwing the duvet off wasn’t an option, as it always made you fear that some paranormal entity would grab your legs and drag you to the deep dark depths of Hell. Although an unreasonable worry, it still scared you senseless.

You resorted to just pulling off your shirt and going au naturel. As you tried to do this you realised how sluggish you really were. You only managed to pull the shirt off your chest and ended up with the neckline stretched over your head uncomfortably. Your hands were left flailing aimlessly as your aching limbs refused to move and fix the situation.

You struggled for a minute before collapsing in an awkward heap, your arms stuck in the air and your breasts on shameless display.

“Cal!” You called, hoping he’d hear you and not have his headphones on.

“Yeah?” He answered, causing a temporary wave of relief to wash over you.

“Can you come up here? I need you!” You squirmed, the material of your shirt rubbing against your skin somewhat painfully.

“You need me?” Calum’s voice was teasing, but you heard him trotting up the stairs anyway.

“Don’t laugh!” You shouted as his footsteps approached the bedroom door.

“I won’t-” Calum opened the door and saw you, and let out a snort with how strange you looked, “What the ever-loving fuck are you doing?” He made his way to the bed, taking his time deliberately.

“I was too tired to move,” You pouted, “Help me!”

Calum shook his head and let out a small giggle as he pulled the shirt off your head in one smooth motion.

“Aahh, thank you!”

“You are so weird.” Calum laughed and then proceeded to lay on top of you, his chin resting in the crook of your neck.

“Shut up,” You giggled softly, feeling his warm breath on your skin and smiling when he left small kisses on your jawline, “You coming to bed now?” You asked hopefully.

“Well I’m already here so…” He mumbled into your hair.

“Yay! Now get off, you’re squishing me.”

You heaved dramatically when he rolled beside you, seeing him kicking off his jeans and smoothly pulling his shirt over his head.

“You’re cute.” He said as you snuggled into his side, closing your eyes and listening to the calming beat of his heart.

“So are you.” You whispered without a second thought, so used to Calum’s random compliments.

“O.M.G. Y/N you think I’m cute, will you date me?” He mocked, you had been dating for years but every so often he would ask you out again as a joke.

You knew he wouldn’t stop until you accepted. “Yes Calum.”

“Hell yeah! High five!”

You raised your arm and let him slap it before placing it on his stomach. “Now go to sleep, you are way too enthusiastic for 2am.”

“Okay, okay.” He settled down, rhythmically stroking your hair until you both fell asleep.

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taylorswift do you like what i did with my tags/card?!! i’m not that crafty, but i tried. i wanted to thank you again for giving me a package and for truly caring about me. i’ve never seen someone who i’ve never met care this much about me. every night before i go to bed, i read the card and tags and then snuggle up in my wildfox pj’s with my blanket (BOTH OF THEM ARE MAGICAL. I SWEAR). you make me smile daily and you’re always there for me when i need you. THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU. honestly i’m so glad i can call you one of my best friends and i can’t wait to meet you one day (hopefully)!!! we can hug and talk about how amazing tumblr is. i have so awesome jokes i wanna share with you too, okay?! okay.
see you june 13th?!?!
love you,
matilda (GET IT. BECAUSE YOU WANT TO ADOPT ME. AND YOU’RE THE MISS HONEY TO MY MATILDA………) (i need to find some chill)

Johnlock Fic Recs of the Week

Here’s this week’s recs (18/4), a lot of shorter ones this week since it’s exam time.

Achieving the Together-Coloured Instant (20k - explicit)

John wonders if this is how it’s going to be: A life speaking in code, because they’re both too stupid to figure out how to say, “I love you.”

Co-Sleeping Seduction (2.6k - teen)

Sherlock wants to have sex with John. Logically all he needs to do is to get them into a bed together and the rest will follow naturally. No talking needed.

A One Bed Problem (2k - explicit)

John and Sherlock have to share a bed. It’s slightly weird when Sherlock starts spooning John, but John can put up with that. But when Sherlock starts humping John and moaning his name, John thinks now will properly be a good time to wake him.

Evidence (7.6k - general)

Sherlock steals evidence. Lestrade threatens to cut him off murder cases unless he gives it back. Faced with a severe blow to The Work, Sherlock grits his teeth and offers a compromise: he’ll tell Lestrade why he stole each and ever piece of evidence, and Lestrade can then decide if he gets to keep it.

The Mind-Body Problem (1.5k - mature)

Sherlock solves one of the oldest problems in philosophy by dint of a little self-pleasuring. He’s clever that way.

Bring Me a Dream (6k - teen)

After the fall, Sherlock, through some unknown magic, becomes a sandman. He crafts dreams for John and tries to find his way back home.

Phantom Vibrations (2.3k - teen)

John knows exactly how Sherlock functions. Sherlock constantly needs to know where John is.

Signs of Attachment (5.5k - explicit) 

All the reasons Sherlock’s a crap flatmate (but clearly articulates his intentions).

Folder Name: John H. Watson (2.8k - not rated)

Sherlock is constantly surprised by John. Constantly.

Equilibrium (12k - mature)

At Baskerville, John is infected by a virus that turns him into a genius. But when the infection progresses into neurodegeneration, it’s a race against time to save himself. 

subtleties that we are not aware of (1.6k - teen)

The first time Sherlock kisses John; the first (and second) time(s) John kisses Sherlock.

A Strange Fear (2.3k - explicit)

Sherlock speaks without thinking, and it really hits home for John.

One New Message (25k - mature)

It’s amazing what texting can enable a person to divulge.

How Do You Know? (8.6k - explicit)

John asks Sherlock how he knows he doesn’t like sex if he’s never tried it.

Okay, guys. So my lights are off and I’m in bed mobile blogging and my leg is hanging off my bed. I did not hear my dog walk in and HIS NOSE JUST RUBBED AGAINST MY FOOT AND I AM NOT EXAGGERATING WHEN I SAY I JUMP SO BAD THAT I KICKED HIM IN THE FACE. It is 3:30 in the morning. HE COULD HAVE BEEN A MONSTER UNDER MY BED OR SOMETHING. I’m going to sleep. This is what happens when I stay up past my bed time.

I’ve reached a new level of missing you.
I just can’t take my clothes off
when you’re not spending the night.
My jacket smells of cigarettes and Chanel
left from when you hugged me goodbye.
There’s a warmth in my jeans
that’s reminiscent of the way
you rubbed your hand against my lap and knees
when we exchanged mischievous whispers
at the diner bar seats.
My shirt is still wet from
running around town in the rain,
and I’m not sure if the sweat stains
are mine or yours or both,
but I don’t care. It’s going to be
too long before I get to see you again,
so I’m sleeping in my bed
with all these memories sewn into the fabrics
filling in for you, but they’re always
never enough.
—  I need you to take them off for me (by Jai R.)
Harry Styles: Wedding Series

Wedding Series (UK Tour Extra) #9 - Walking Around Together

(Word Count - 3, 437)

Being 2 weeks into the month tour had taken a toll upon you both, with Harry being needed much more than he thought. The only times you’d get to see him would be when you were going to bed, but your nightly conversations weren’t for very long, with his whole body being tired from the days activities. He’d tire himself out when rehearsing, and when it came to the actual show, he’d be too exhausted at times to jump around and be his usual self. It wasn’t just him getting tired either; you were starting to get exhausted with being put second with his choices. He had told you before the whole tour has kicked off that he’d take a few breaks in between rehearsals so he could spend time with you. Whether they be for catch up make up sessions, or chatting about the wedding, or even just cuddling… Yet, so far, none of that had happened.

You couldn’t blame Harry though. It wasn’t his fault. You knew what was going to happen, and you knew you were going to have to share your time with him when you joined him with his work. You loved to watch him dance around and sing with so much passion, and you loved when he gave you cheeky shout-outs or he played on with an ongoing inside joke the both of you had. You couldn’t complain with the life you had with him, because anybody would do anything to be in your position. You felt lucky to be with him, even when you were bickering and arguing. He would always tell you how he felt on top of the world because he had you, and because he had the best job in the world, and because he had the best friends in the world. And you couldn’t complain with anything. Because he was loving it.

With a massive but on the side, weighing down the good side, you felt when tour started back up that you were losing him to his job. With the 2 month break they had just had, you felt he was with you and only you. You loved when they had such long breaks, because as selfish as it sounded, you got Harry to yourself. You got him in bed, cuddled beside you in his naked form, with chuckles and softly spoken words leaving his pink and fleshy lips. With tour happening, you got none of that. He didn’t sleep naked beside you, no chuckles left his lips when he was curled up with you, and no softly spoken works were said; a tired Harry was sometimes never your favourite Harry. Your favourite sleepy Harry was when he slurred his words with sleep, because he’d been awake for the majority of the day. He’d tell you the first thing that came to his mind, or he’d tell you a knock knock joke that the both of you had heard a million times before, but gave off belly laughs due to your tired state.

None of that happened on tour.

He’d come back to the hotel that night after the show in Cardiff, the 10th show in 2 weeks, with a saddened look on his face. He kicked off his boots in the doorway of the suite before he bent down to pick them up, hanging them off his fingers as he shuffled further into the room. You’d stayed back at the room, with a good book and some TV programmes on the suite’s television to take your mind off of the previous argument the both of you had had that morning…

* *

He’d promised to take you out for breakfast under the warmth of the duvet on the king sized bed, yet as soon as he got the call and was told he had to go to the arena for a rehearsal and a quick sound check, he was up and getting dressed right away. His fingers tugged at the t-shirt he was sliding over his head, his hair greasy and hanging limply down the sides of his face. He rummaged around his suitcase for a clean pair of boxers, shimmying the ones he had one down his legs and letting them pool to his ankles. A sigh left your lips as he stepped out of the material and slid the cleaner yet tighter white briefs up his legs.

“I’m sorry, babe… I’ll be sure to come back here as quick as possible. Breakfast doesn’t finish here until 11. We got 3 hours. I’ll come back and we’ll head down for a late breakfast” He smiled, as he grabbed his loose basketball shorts and slid them silky material up his legs and let them rest lowly on his hips. “I don’t think this will take as long. It’s just to get the different pyrotechnics and stuff. This arena is a little different to the ones we’ve been too…” He chuckled, falling to the bed with a pair of trainer socks in his hands.

“Yeah…” You uttered under your breath, rolling onto your side with your back facing him. “Don’t worry about breakfast, Harry. We’ll just meet for lunch like usual. Unless you’re too busy for that as well…” You hissed softly, closing your eyes and hugging the duvet closer to your body. The early 8am sun was shining through the curtain, the rays hitting your face with a flurry of warmth.

“What’s the meant to mean, love? I’ll be free for both breakfast and lunch. We can go for brunch if that’s what you’d prefer…” Harry stated, as he fell back against the bed and let his feet cross over.

“Nothing, Harry. Just… Go to your sound check. I’ll probably be down the road at the spa with Sophia. Liam booked her an appointment, and she’s taking me along as a plus one. So, you have all day to do what you usually do” You mutter, feeling a hand resting on your duvet covered calf muscle. “I’m used to it now, anyway” You whisper to yourself, Harry’s eyes furrowing in confusion. He knew he’d blown off breakfast for past few mornings, but he always made up for it. He’d make sure he’d give you extra loving when he was on stage by apologising and singing you one of your favourite songs.

“Look, I’m sorry I have to blow of breakfast again, but I-“

“Again, Harry. This is the fourth time now. I’m getting sick of it! I came on tour with you, because you told me we’d have time to do our usual morning routine. Getting showered together, getting dressed together and getting breakfast together. We do none of that now, and it’s not fair. I barely see you anymore. It’s like you feel I’m not here with you…” You stated, voice loud and your body turning to face him. He stood from the bed, his hands tugging at his hair as he pulled it back into a ponytail, twirling it around into a bun. “Just go and do your thing, Harry. I have Sophia I can spend time with…”

He didn’t want to yell. He hated getting angry at you. But he told you what you were going to experience at some point on the tour, and he couldn’t believe how selfish you were being. You got to spend time with him before going on stage, and you got to spend time with him when you were cuddling in the hotel room. He didn’t understand where this was coming from.

“You’re so selfish, you know that!? I can’t help blowing off breakfast with you. This is my job, (Y/N)! You should know by now that I have to share my time with my job and with you. Stop being so fuckin’ selfish and give me a break every once in a while. This is important to me!” He hissed, his eyes casting anywhere but your own. You felt your heart tighten and your chest ached as he grabbed his boots, along with his wallet and his room card, making his way to the suite door. “I won’t come back then, since you’re going out with Sophia. I’ll stay with the band and the backing band at the arena, if that’s what you want. Fine by me. I’ll see you later then.”

And with that he was out the door.

* *

‘I’m going to stay at the hotel tonight. I’ll see you when you come back.’

He knew you were pissed off. Usually you’d end texts to him with a ‘xx’ or a cheeky winky face if you were feeling in the mood. At the moment, right before they went on stage, he wanted to go back to the hotel room, and spend his whole evening with you. He wanted to make up for what he said that morning, by showing you with love how sorry he was. He wanted to be with you, whether it be there at the Cardiff Arena or whether it be back at the room with your clothes strewn across the room, your body’s fumbling and bumbling against one another as your actions became boisterous and rough.

His face dropped when he re-read the message. You really weren’t coming because of the feud you’d had that morning and in his boots right now, with his microphone in his hand as the engineers checking his in-ears were snuggly fitting, he felt regret. If only he didn’t erupt like he did, and agreed to stay home for one morning just to have breakfast with his fiancée then you would be here with him, hugging and kissing him one last time before he went off of on stage with a massive smile on his face. His lips still tingling from the feeling of yours against his.

But that night? His face wasn’t how it usually looked. His lips were pursed in a tight line, and his eyebrows were furrowed and a dip was forming at the top of his nose. His chest was full of want. He wanted you there, even if you were angry at him. He wanted you with him so he could apologise sweetly and pull you up on stage and give you some sweet hugging and kissing in front of his fans. His head was ducked down to his chest, his face illuminated from his phone as he tapped the send button and locked his phone, sliding it into his pocket.

‘Stay up for me. Okay? The lads are going out, but I’ll come home straight away. I’m sorry about this morning. I love you. H. xxx’

* *

He bent down by his suitcase, and pulled out his green Packers hoodie***. You could only presume he was going out to the shop, with Preston waiting in the reception for him. He was dressed in his sheer yellow button down with his black jeans***, his boots waiting for him to come back and tug on. Your assumption was proved wrong when he pulled your book from your hand and dropped it to the bed, his hand protruding out with the jumper in his grip. Your head tilted up to look at him, as his eyebrows were raised. His face simply telling you to ‘take the jumper and follow him’, his eyes wide and a soft smile played on the corner of his lips.

“Harry… What are you doing?” You whispered, as he sighed and dropped the jumper to the floor by his socked feet, his hands gripping your own and pulling you up from your duvet cocoon. His lips tugged into a smile as you fell to his chest, the smell of sweat and his cologne filling your nose. “Harry…” You muttered his palms flat against your back.

“Put the jumper on, and meet me in the reception. We’re going for a walk, love. And I want to apologise for this morning. I figured we could stop off at a coffee shop, or get some ice-cream in that 24 hour diner thing we saw… I saw your face light up when we saw it” He chuckled, his chest rumbling as he hugged you tightly to his body. “Now dress warm. Do you want a pair of my socks? I know you like the fuzzy ones. I packed some in the front pocket, just for you…” He smiled, kissing your cheek as he looked down at you. His eyes lighting up as you cupped his cheeks in your palms, your thumbs rubbing against the apples of his cheeks. He could feel the cool metal of your engagement ring against his jawline.

“Did you pack your green beanie?” You wondered, his head nodding as you tugged his ears lightly. “Put it on for me, yeah? Your ears get cold and I don’t want you coming down with a cold…” You grin, as he ducked his head down and kissed your lips softly. “I’m sorry about this morning” You whispered, his breath warm and minty against the lower half of your face.

“No… I’m sorry, my love. I didn’t mean to call you selfish. You aren’t selfish. You just need some Harry loving, and I wasn’t there. I am so sorry I keep ditching our breakfast dates, which is why I spoke to the tour managers and I got them to let me off for breakfast everyday” He whispered, nudging his nose against your cheek. His breaths fanning your neck, making shivers send through your spine. “I love you, my future missus Styles. I can’t wait till I can officially call you (Y/N) Styles…” He winked, as he unhooked his hands from your back and shuffled across the carpet to where his boots laid on the floor.

* *

His large palm engulfed yours in a tight hold, his fingers laced between yours as he swung your arms between your bodies. His green Packers beanie*** was tugged onto his head, holding his curls back from his face. Tufts of his hair were sticking out from beneath the roll up cuff, blowing softly in the wind as you walked down the town of Cardiff. Pubs were lit up and drunken cheers were leaving the open windows and open doors, the smell of food filled the atmosphere around the two of you as you made your way down the partly busy street. His face looked tanned under the street lights, his eyes glinting softly as he looked down at you with a smile on his lips.

“I forgot to ask, how was the conce- Why are you looking at me like that?” You giggled, tugging the hoodie over your head as the wind picked up and blew your hair every which way. Your cheeks flushed and it was something Harry loved every time he stared intently at you, his eyes full of love, lust and adoration.

He chuckled lightly and took his hand from your grip, throwing his arm over your shoulder with a soft tug to his side. “I just think you look very beautiful dressed in my clothes, babe. My trackies. They look lovely on you. Maybe you should keep them” He chuckled, as he looked down at the rolled up sweat pants on your legs. The legs of the sweats were long, and were probably rolled up about 10 times to be the right length for you. A small piece of skin was showing between the rolled up cuffs and the white converse boots tied to your feed. “Are you even wearing the socks I gave you?” He laughed, stopping in the middle of the street as you went to cross the road.

“I am, yeah. I just rolled them down so they looked like ankle socks. They looked weird when I had them pulled up…” You giggled, burying your face into his side. “Anyway… You looked beautiful yourself, mister. This yellow shirt looks beautiful, and your jeans are just my favourite” You giggled, placing an arm around his waist from behind, your fingers resting at the waistband of his jeans. “I’m getting hungry. Can we get like a burger or something? I swear I saw like a kebab shop back there…” You grinned, as Harry chuckled and nodded softly.

“Let’s do that, darlin’… Kebabs sounds pretty good right now. We can take them back to the room, and eat there if you want? Only a short walk back, babe” He chuckled, watching your face drop. “Oh, you just want to eat in? We can eat in. I don’t mind…” He grinned, as you stopped in your tracks and turned around, a wide smile on your lips.

“Oh my god… Harry Styles? And (Y/N)! Hi. Hi!” Someone cried out, your eyes casting over the road to where two young girls were stood, with One Direction t-shirts on and jumpers tied around their waists. They checked left and right, before jogging across the stage and standing before the two of you with wide smiles on their faces.

“Hello, girls. How are you this evening? Were you at the concert tonight?” Harry wondered, as he watched them fumble in their bags for pens and a piece of paper. They nodded happily as Harry gave them a soft smile. “How about we take a quick photo together, yeah? I don’t have time to sign anything and stuff, as (Y/N) here is a bit hungry. She’s a terrible person when she’s hungry…” He winked at you, as a gasp left your lips and you pushed his shoulder. The girls cooed in adoration as they watched you playfully push one another. “Come on then. A photo each” He smiled, as one of them pulled their phones out from their pocket.

“(Y/N), can I get one with you?” The other one asked, as your eyes widened and you looked down at your attire. The one night you come out dressed in lazy clothes, and someone wants a photo. “You look beautiful by the way. I can tell that’s Harry’s jumper…” She giggled, a blush making its’ way onto your cheeks. “Seriously… You’re beautiful. Harry is so lucky to have you.” That made you smile. The fans had always loved you, obviously some had other opinions, but you always loved the supportive and loving ones.

“Oh, come on then!” You smiled, as she slid the camera app up on her phone and snuggled closer to you and she snapped a quick photo of the both of you. Once a photo had been taken, they swapped and had another snapped with you and Harry. “It was lovely meeting you girls” You smiled, as they stood before you again, with smiles reaching their ears settled on their lips.

“Thank you for stopping for us. Congratulations on your engagement by the way! We’re so happy you’re getting married. You’re our favourite 1D couple. God, we’re so happy for you!” One of them cried out, as Harry looked down at you adoringly. “We hope you guys have a happy engagement and a happy married life. You deserve it so much” She added, as you cooed lightly, and wrapped an arm around Harry’s waist, giving him a soft squeeze.

“Thank you, girls. You’re awfully kind. Thank you for being at the show tonight” Harry chuckled, as he pressed a kiss to your hairline. “But, and I apologise, we need to get going for our late dinner. I’m starved. Have a safe trip home…” He smiled, as he brought them both into a last hug before parting their ways. You watched as they squealed down the road, to whom you could only presume was their mothers. “I love fans like that, ya’know? They are wonderful. So supportive” He muttered, as you slowly made your way down the pathway towards the brightly lit kebab shop.

“I’m really glad they’ve taken to our engagement well, H. I’m shocked. You are everyone’s favourite. I was surprised no death threats were given to me” You giggled, as he pushed open the kebab shop door. It was a weird sight to anyone walking the streets. Harry Styles going into a kebab shop? What was he doing? People saw the side to him where he went to expensive restaurants and clubs, but you got to see the side of him when he was dressed in his sweats and a dirty t-shirt ordering a Big Mac at McDonalds. “If you buy me a kebab and a can of Shandy, you’ll get a very seductive thank you later on when we get back…” You winked, bumping your hip against his as you waltzed through the small archway into the empty restaurant area…

… leaving a flushed and warm looking Harry.

summaries of Maroon 5 music videos
  • This Love:Adam Levine is sexy get that through your head right now.
  • She Will Be Loved:Adam Levine is kinda creepy cuz he's like in love with your mom or something but idk he's still sexy so.
  • Makes Me Wonder:Idk Adam Levine is sexy and there's an airport??
  • Wake Up Call:Adam Levine reveals he totally has a bondage kink (and it's sexy).
  • Won't Go Home Without You:Adam Levine is walking angstily but remains very sexy.
  • Misery:Adam Levine has an abusive relationship where his girlfriend just beats the shit out of him all the time but he keeps making out with her anyway because they're both sexy and it would just be a waste not to make out.
  • Never Wanna Leave This Bed:Adam Levine and his sexy supermodel girlfriend decide they need to share their sexiness with the whole world bc they're just too sexy to be contained.
  • Payphone:Adam Levine is in a bank robbery situation but he uses his sexy to escape.
  • One More Night:Adam Levine is a sexy boxer but he's too sexy so his wife leaves him.
  • Maps:Adam Levine neglects his girlfriend at a party so she gets hit by a car.
Exo’s Reaction - Dancing On A Game

Thank you for the request! Thank you so much!! Here you go <3 I’m so sorry if this has turned out smutty! *sorry not sorry*

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Xiumin - *Keeps watching you until he couldn’t hold himself back anymore and hints to you that you need to bed into bed to be punished for being so damn hot while dancing* Bedroom, now

Lay - *You both do dance duets together and he couldn’t help getting a bit too excited and wouldn’t stop looking at you while trying to hide his friend who wants to come out to play*

Kai - *He loved the view he had and after 5 minutes, you grabs your waist from behind and dances with you making sure you knew that he is enjoying….maybe a bit too much*

Suho - *Sits there and counts himself lucky to have a girlfriend who dances as good as you. He manages to hind the fact that this made him a bit horny and is surprised that your moves where so similar to the ones on the game*

Kyungsoo - *Sits there focusing on you the whole time you were dancing and glancing at the screen now and again to see what dance it was and loves that you actually were dancing really well along with it*

Tao - *As soon as he saw that the dance includes a bit of grinding, he takes his chance and makes sure he’s behind you really closely so that you was basically grinding against him and after the song finished, he pushes you onto the sofa and kisses your neck* 

Chen - *Loves that your moves matched to the ones on the screen and keeps asking you to reply the song so he could see you dance to it multiple times because he found this really hot and of course he’d make it obvious that he was really liking this and he couldn’t control his little friend*

Kris - *Tries to keep up his cool guy act but inside he can’t. He really loves the way you moved your body the exact same way that it was meant to be on the game*

Chanyeol - *Teases you by saying that he’s better at this game than you just so he could see you dance more to prove him wrong when you are better than him anyway but he couldn’t help but get really turned on and tries not to pounce on you*

Baekhyun - *Loves the moves that you were doing but he couldn’t help himself but imitate you and comes up with random shit things to distract you but he knew when to give up and really enjoyed the view he was having anyway* 

Sehun - *This little shit pushes you out of the way and shows you how it’s done and after a couple of songs he lets you play again and noticed that you took so much in and learnt, he couldn’t help but laugh to himself of how hot you looked while dancing*

Luhan - *Finds himself so absorbed into your dancing, doesn’t realize that his little friend down below is quite visible under his shorts. Biting and licking his lips at every move you make and after he finished being absorbed, he takes you somewhere private where he shows you his own sexy moves* 

Mornings with V

This wasnt requested but I thought of this at like 3 am getting really severe feels Hope you guys like it!
He would probably kiss you all over your face until you woke up 
{Jin version} {Suga version}

  • Neck kisses too probably 
  • He would just kiss you anywhere he could
  • Finally opening your eyes and seeing his boxy smile
  • “Good morning Jagiya
  • His raspy vOICE 
  • RASPY VOICEEEE
  • Bare face
  • Makes you cuddle with him 
  • Telling you some funny story he just remembered 
  • Playing with your hair 
  • Checking the time realizing its almost 1pm 
  • “Taehyug!”
  • “What?”
  • “We need to stop staying up so late its not healthy”
  • “But I cant sleep” 
  • He made you stay up with him until 3am
  • “Im hungry”
  • “Lets go get breakfast then”
  • “But I want to cuddle more” 
  • Having to drag him out of bed so you can both get something to eat
  • “What do you want for breakfast?”
  • “Ice cream”
  • Taehyung thats not breakfast”
  • Somehow ending up on your shared bed eating ice cream and cereal straight from the box
  • Watching anime 
  • Not really 
  • Because youre both just fooling around 
  • “Taehyung dont you dare wipe your messy face on the covers”
  • “But the napkins are too far away”
  • He comes up with a relaly weird idea of what to do that day
  • Talking you into it 
  • Looking for your outfit 
  • Realizing there are now holes cut into your shirt
  • “Well look like a cuter couple that way. Its also really stylish” 
  • Him making you wear it eventually 
  • Trying to get ready (Brushing your teeth, face, make-up etc) in the bathroom while hes hugging you from behind refusing to let go 
  • “Taehyung please let go”
  • He wouldnt 
  • He would kiss you on your neck 
  • and face
  • And everywhere he could 
  • Because that boy can never keep his hands and lips off of you 
  • SJKADJLKAJDLAKJD
  • Basically mornings with him would be fluffy and just having the feeling that everything is at ease. 

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aofuta, okay, ship this with me i’m begging you

  • futakuchi always saying things like, “you don’t have to be nervous, we can go at our own pace”
  • but being too nervous himself to make any moves
  • aone being the one to make a lot of first moves (initiates their first kiss, etc)
  • futakuchi always being kind of startled and waaaay embarrassed
  • but still telling aone he doesn’t need to be shy/embarrassed
  • BOTH OF THEM JUST BEING SHY AND EMBARRASSED BY INTIMATE PHYSICAL CONTACT
  • futakuchi takes aone’s hand when they’re walking home one day and he’s blushing really hard, so he puffs out his cheeks and looks away
  • and aone just looks down bc he’s blushing, too
  • and neither of them say anything
  • and they start holding hands every day
  • and they get used to it
  • and futakuchi’s like, “remember how you used to get so embarrassed by this?”
  • and laughs
  • even tho futakuchi pls u were embarrassed too
  • futakuchi trying to comfort aone over people being afraid of him
  • “well, kids are brats, anyway, so it’s not like what they think matters”
  • “girls are judgmental, so you can’t let what they think get to you”
  • “guys are assholes and you have me, so why does it matter?”
  • aone comforting futakuchi when he gets worried about the responsibilities of being captain
  • futakuchi getting mad at the younger members, ready to yell at them
  • aone putting his arm to stop futakuchi, and saying something supportive to the members instead
  • futakuchi talking to the team when aone can’t (which is often)
  • aone stopping futakuchi when he’s about to say too much
  • these two would balance each other out so nicely
  • and they’re date tech’s new parents
  • they even have a problem child to bicker over

  • PLEASE SHIP THIS WITH ME
Yes, Sir

Originally posted by lesbianlinkle

Pairing: JohnxReader
Word count: 1,143
Warnings: Smut, swearing
Author: Brittiny

Laying back on your motel bed, you sighed. John was out interviewing people, and you claimed to be not feeling well to get out of it. He didn’t need you to be there to talk to people, right? Truth was, you had to get away from him. His scent- leather, gun powder, and after shave- made you go crazy. You knew that he probably just viewed you as some little girl, better suited for one of his sons. Too bad you didn’t want them.

You wanted him.

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i want to watch you grow old.

I want to watch you grow old.

I want to watch the prescriptions in your eyeglasses grow steadily stronger, want to watch as you lose them with increasing regularity and it takes you longer and longer to find them again every time. (I want it to become harder for me too to help, until we’re both wandering around our house laughing at own inability to remember but not caring, because what more could we possibly need to know beyond this?)

I want to go to the doctors’ with you as you are put on more and more prescriptions of pills, to be the one to bring you still more of those pills every morning, even as it takes me longer and longer to make my own way back to our bed. (I want to still have breakfast with you in bed, even when we can’t manage more than store-bought muffins and end up with crumbs we can barely see all over our sheets.)

I want to still fist my hands in your hair, even as it goes grey. I want to count the grey strands with my fingers when I no longer can with my eyes, or to run my fingertips teasingly atop your scalp if your hair just falls out instead.

I want you to still make me blush, beneath my own white hair.

I want to trace the wrinkles in your face as they appear. To press my lips to your forehead and not care how increasingly strange it feels. (Though I am sure I will still cheerfully poke fun at you all the same, that we will both still be cheerfully making fun of one another even as we carry on rolling around in bed together with creaking bones instead of mattress springs.)

I want us to tell one another stories, to help each other remember what we can, to romanticise the ridiculous escapades of our past.

I want to still hear your laugh, to still make you laugh, even when it devolves into coughs. (I promise that it will still be my favourite sound.)

I want us to be that old couple who still holds each other’s hands. (And I will still stare up at you, adoringly, even when you are stooped.) I would still wear your ring on my finger, even knowing I would soon be so bony that I would never again be able to get it off.

I want us to grow old together. I want to see everything that you become.

Because whatever it is, I cannot imagine finding anything more beautiful, or wanting anything more.

Except, of course, for wanting to grow old beside you.

I had never so much as pictured that before, you know – growing old myself, let alone the luxury of growing old beside anyone else, beside anyone like you.

Of the luxury of watching someone like you, for so many years.

But now that I have seen you, I also can’t imagine ever being able to bring myself to look away. Not from you.

And I can’t imagine ever wanting you to look away from me.

I want you to see me down to the bones, to count the bones as they protrude from skin, to press your own fingertips to them as though you were playing connect-the-dots and could make my skeleton make pictures. I want to still somehow be beautiful to you, even with my own parade of wrinkles and greys. I want to trust you so much that I never leave your side, that I never hide away from you, even when I am tired and worn-down and outwardly showing every scar.

I want you to know the person that I become. I want that person that I become to be yours.

And I don’t want to be, not without you.

I accepted the loss of everything else in the world I knew. I accepted the loss of my world. Perhaps you can argue that I had no choice in the matter.

But here, perhaps, I do, and I refuse to accept the loss of you, of the future that you and I could potentially have.

I love you.

I love you, and I am fairly certain that I will love you forever, and the entire point is that I do not want forever to stop.

There are a lot of ways I could dress it up or polish it down, but this is the realest thing I know: I adore you more than my demons despise me. I’m usually crippled by indecision – forever torn between love that’s furious and passionate and brutal, and love that’s gentle and warm and effortless. But you juggle complexity and simplicity, bridging my two conflicting desires in a way that nobody else has been capable of.
I want the volcano and the snow-capped mountaintop both. And, of course, the blissful solitude of the rope bridge between the two, because I’ll always need space to ponder. I want one lung full of the fresh air that comes naturally with adventure and the other with the slight staleness that develops inside your room when you stay in bed into the afternoon because you love somebody too much to share them with the rest of the world. But I’ll be generous: I’ll breathe in your carbon dioxide and then go out and give it to the trees. We’ll watch every second sunrise, you and I.
I want your consolation and your celebration – you with your arms around me on the tiles of my bathroom floor and you clinking your champagne flute against mine at every toast. I want to dance with you under starlight and strobe lights. Aimless late night drives and mundane afternoon grocery runs. My hands clasped in yours at the dinner table and then pinned above my head when all our guests go home. Mad love, and love that’s so logical that nobody dares question it. Love that stings as a side effect of the healing process. Love that reads like eccentric poetry but rolls off the tongue.
Love that involves you, in all your versatile glory.
—  a.f., “the complete paradoxical package”
5SOS Preference : Baby After Breakup Part 4

Ashton: It had been over two weeks since Kaila had been born and it was kind of getting cramped at Ashton’s place. “We’re going to need something bigger for us to live in, (YN). This is just a one room apartment and you, me and we even have a little baby here too, i think we may need to upgrade.” Ashton spoke to you as he got ready to make his bed on the floor next to his real bed which he was letting you sleep in since you just had his baby. “Ashton, what’s with all this ‘we’ thing though?” You rolled onto your side slowly and peered down at him and he just sighed, running his hands through his hair. “I want there to be an 'us’, (YN). Kaila’s going to need the both of us in her life and i don’t want her to have to go without seeing one of us more then she has to. It’s not going to be fair to her and you can’t help but admit how easy we’ve been living together since she’s been born and it hasn’t been just because of her either. When we’re alone, things are good, things are great, you know, like they used to be. Please give us another chance, please.” He was sitting up at this point, kneeling in front of you, his hands holding onto yours tightly and just as you were about to answer, Kaila’s cries bounce off the walls and you rushed to her aid as Ashton sat back on his knees, waiting for your answer.

Luke: “So you guys are going to stay here for a week, then go back to her place for a week and just do that for now?” Liz asked and Luke nodded. “It was the best we could come up with, cause with him just being born, we both want to see him constantly. I actually don’t want to be away from either of them at this point, but, it is okay isn’t it?” His eyes begged his mother’s as she finally gave in and nodded. “Yes, they can both stay here. Where are they now?” “Her place. I’m going to go over there and pick them up.” “Wait, Luke?” “Yeah.” “How are her parents dealing with this arrangement the two of you made?” He shrugged his shoulders. “I have no clue. I came here to talk to you, she went there to talk to her parents. Let’s hope they go along with it just like you.” Twenty minutes later Luke was at your house, getting ready to load up the first week’s load of clothes and such. “(YN)?” He asked knocking on the door and you opened it up with teary eyes. “What’s wrong?” He looked at you intensely and you just shook your head. “My parents aren’t happy with our arrangement. They either say we stay here permanently or we go to yours, no one week here, one week there thing.” “That doesn’t make sense.” You nod and let him in to where you had Hayden sleeping. “I know, so i was thinking, you okay if me and him stay with you for good?”

Calum: “So, are you two together again or what?” Mali asked and Calum just smirked as he held Cody close and Mali playfully slapped him. “You got her back then, good for you!” Calum grinned and kept bouncing Cody in his arms. “You guys loved each other, hated each other, had to stay away from each other, now you have a baby and you’re back together. Sounds like a cheesy Hollywood film.” “Yeah, but i’m not letting anyone call cut on this. I’m not losing her again. I was an ass in the first place, which made us break up, no way am i going to be making that same mistake again. I’m keeping her and my son with me at all times.” Mali had to shake her head at her brother. “It’s amazing to see how much you’ve grown up in such little time, Cal. It was like one minute you were my baby brother and now you’re a man with your own baby and i don’t know, just the whole thing is a little weird. It may also just be my way of thinking, who knows.” “It’s not.” Calum stated. “I’ve felt the same way about it all.” “Calum?” “Yes, (YN)?” He asked as you woke up from your nap. “Bring Cody here? It’s time for me to feed him.” Mali pushed her brother away gently. “Go and be with her. I’ve got my own thing to do anyways. I’ll be back to see my nephew later. Have fun Calum, call me if you need me. You know i’ll be here in a heartbeat when i get that call from you.” Calum looked back at her as he headed your way. “Will do, see you later.”

Michael: With the band’s fame getting to the new height that it was now at, Michael had no issues with getting you guys a bigger home to live in and today, you were moving into that home. “Is Sadie going to be staying in the same room as us for now or are we going to actually have her sleep in her own nursery?” You asked and Michael shook his head. “(YN), she’s two months. We need to let her sleep in her own room at some point or it’s never going to happen and she’s going to be attached to us for her entire life.” You nod as you entered the room that was becoming her nursery. “As soon as it’s finished anyways, we’ll have her in here.” You say and Michael nods. “It’s coming along great, shouldn’t be long before it’s ready to have her living in it.” You looked around the room, Sadie in your arms. “Do you think she’s going to like it, Michael? Or is it too much?” “She’s a baby.” He answered. “I don’t think she’s going to really know that it’s too much until we show her pictures of her as a baby when she’s a teenager or something.” “You think we’ll still be together then?” You asked and he put his arms around you careful not to squish little Sadie. “I know we’ll be together then. I’ve worked so hard to get you, i lost you, then i worked harder to get you back and now that we have Sadie, i’m not going to lose either of you. I’m going to keep working hard to keep you both, i love you both, so much.” “And we love you too.”

SouRin Drabble

nightcloak’s fault.

this is obviously the proper way to woo your bestfriend
~

It starts off cute enough. Rin passes by a store and finds this adorable shark plushie grinning at him and he just couldn’t resist buying. He sends it to Sousuke with a joking note of “in case you miss me too much”.

A few weeks later, there’s a package on his doorstep containing a large whale shark plushie. He doesn’t even know where Sousuke found it or how much it cost to send it to him.

‘Let’s be real, we both know who’s going to need a stuffed toy when they start crying cause they miss me,’

It sends Rin into fits of giggles through out the whole of practice. He still keeps it on his bed though, despite the fact it takes up so much space.

~

It escalates when he finds a..'friendship’ bracelet that’s twisting color reminds him so much of theirs. He buys two and immediately ships the other to Sousuke, taking a photo of his own wrist wrapped in the bracelet and a short 'Thought of (you) us when I saw it,’.

He blushes when he rereads what he wrote but sends it anyway.

He gets a simple but beautiful pinky ring back. There’s no note but he blushes bright red nevertheless.

~

And soon, as expected of things between them things turn…competitive.

Rin’s not sure who gets the “This is war,” thought first but their calls and emails and texts get more frequent. A week doesn’t pass without one of them sending the other a picturesque view, wishing they were there, or a long talk of missing the other.

The calls then turn daily. A competition on who calls who first once they get a schedule of when they’re both available straightened out.

Things come to a head when Rin mutters sleepily he wishes Sousuke would hurry up and come to his side.

He honestly hadn’t meant to blurt it out like that, but it’s out now and Rin lays in bed with the phone plastered to his ear, holding his breath as he waits for a reply.

Sousuke huffs out a quiet laugh on the other line, and through the static-y connection Rin can hear a sadness in it, “I wish I can be by your side always,”

He sits there stunned for a few minutes before snickering, “And you call me romantic,”

“You’ve infected me obviously,” Sousuke grumbles, and Rin can practically see the pink crawling up his friend’s cheek.

Rin teases him about all the presents he’s sent, even as he traps the phone between his cheek and shoulder, playing with the ring on his pinky.

~

Rin doesn’t bother giving a warning call, instead opting to call Sousuke as soon as he touches down and waiting no more than an hour for his friend to dash into the airport, looking harried and panting.

He decides to bypass the lecture, he barely resists jumping into Sousuke’s arms, still mindful of his injury. Instead he rushes forward and wraps Sousuke into a hug, burying his face against Sousuke’s uninjured shoulder, and inhaling the scent he’s grown so familiar with during his time in Samezuka.

“I love you,” he mutters into Sousuke’s shirt.

Sousuke doubles over laughing then, and Rin could only make out a few words about getting a huge proposal ready and really Rin you don’t like losing do you, through the laughter. He considers it his win though when Sousuke practically dips him backwards in a public airport to kiss him… Or as the offended old lady gasped 'shove his tongue down the red head’s throat’.

When they’re laying in bed, Rin exhausted and probably not going to be walking soon, with Sousuke providing a massage, Sousuke tells Rin that he has an interview to be a therapist at a sports clinic in Australia. The smug smirk makes Rin gap at him.

He trumps that by shoving the tickets to Australia he booked months ago in Sousuke’s face. Though he might’ve blushed in embarrassment a tiny bit.

“What happened to waiting?” Sousuke asks even as he spoons Rin, fingers playing with strands of red hair.

“I was never very patient and you were taking too long,”

Sousuke chuckles and then hums thoughtfully, and THEN practically sends Rin into cardiac arrest when he asks, “Us getting married is legal there right?”

When I’m in a relationship with someone I can’t stand not being on the same page as them. If there’s one thing I absolutely need in a relationship, it’s to know how stable it is. The minute a relationship becomes unbalanced, shit snowballs real quick. Those are the arguments before bed, quick smartass remarks at inappropriate times, and when you say no to killing a spider. Balance it all out before it snowballs for too long and suddenly both of you are fighting. For no damn reason. Don’t let it happen. This is avoided by being honest, open, trusting, and committed. Arguments arnt bad, but sometimes they can be seeds for larger things later. Also if you’re not willing to go thru any of the bad stuff to get to the good stuff again, get out of the relationship or reevaluate the relationship. Loyalty is just as important as honesty.

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Househusband Steve designing the nursery, and he puts his heart and soul into painting and building. Everything has to be perfect for the baby

First of all, I’m sorry for the feels. Second, here I wrote about Sarah and Paul’s adoptions. This takes place in the time period where Sam and Steve weren’t sure if Paul’s birth mother was going to go through with the adoption. 



“You gonna come to bed?” Sam asks. It’s past midnight now. Steve doesn’t need much sleep but Sarah will be up before he knows it. They’ll both be miserable all day tomorrow if they don’t sleep now.

Steve’s been painting for hours. He’s creating some intricate fairy tale forrest design on the wall of the new baby’s room. Well, at least the baby they’ve been praying for.

Sam isn’t sure if the baby’s mother will really go through with the adoption. He’s trying not to think too hard about it. If they get this baby then they will love them for the rest of their lives. If not…Sam doesn’t like to think about what will happen if they don’t. Steve’s been taking it extremely hard. He wants another baby so damn badly. They both had their hopes up in the beginning. Steve was so goddamn happy. A few weeks ago the baby’s birth mother had declined to meet them. Then the adoption agency said that she was having second thoughts.

So Steve’s been doing too much painting and not enough sleeping. Sam’s tired down to his core.

“Nah,” Steve says. He paints a wing on a fairy.

“You know you’re going to be pissed tomorrow morning when Sarah wakes you up at dawn.”

Steve turns around to face Sam then. He says, “Sam I know but, but.” he takes a big breath, “but it has to be perfect. For the baby…it has to be-” he interrupts himself by turning around and putting his paintbrush back to the wall.

Sam sighs, and goes to sleep in a lonely bed.

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Little things

You can’t go to bed without a cup of tea.

“Do you wanna watch another episode?” Taylor asked. It was currently 11 pm and we had watched old CSI episodes this whole evening. We both didn’t felt like going out tonight.

“Let’s just go to bed. I’m tired and I know you are too.” I said as she yawned.

“yeah you’re right, I think I need some sleep.” She said as she stood up from the couch. We made our way upstairs and went to change into something to sleep in. This had been our ritual, every night we’d spent together. First we’d watch a movie or something and after that we’d head to bed and cuddle and talk for hours. That was one of the things I really loved about Taylor, we never had to go out to have fun. We both liked to relax and forget about our hectic lives.

After we had both changed into our sleeping clothes I went downstairs to quickly grab my phone. When I came back I found Taylor sitting on our bed, without make-up, glasses on, in my t-shirt and a book in her hands. That was something I thought that was extremely cute about her, she couldn’t sleep without reading a book before. And after a year of dating she still managed to make my heart skip a beat every time I saw her. She was so beautiful, so pure. I didn’t understand how someone could be that gorgeous. She looked like an angel every time she smiled, I seriously couldn’t get enough of that beautiful laugh.

I stood in the doorway admiring her beauty. I watched as she turned to the next page while she pushed her glasses back on her nose. She was too focused on the book to even notice me standing there. She knitted her eyebrows together and confused started reading the last page again. Probably forgetting what she had just read, I could she her tiredness. I softly giggled at her confused face what made her switch her sight from the book to me.

“Hi I didn’t saw you standing there. Come here.” She almost whispered. She put her book down and laid down under the blankets. I crawled in next to her and wrapped my arms around her waist.

“You’re gorgeous when you’re all dressed down and comfortable, you know. I love it when you’re just yourself, wearing your glasses and your cats pajamas. It’s cute.” I whispered as I nuzzle my head in her hair.

“I love it that I can by myself around you.” She said almost inaudible.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“Can you bring me a cup of tea? I almost forgot and you know that I can’t sleep without a cup of tea.” Taylor suddenly remembered.

I grinned, of course I knew she couldn’t sleep without drinking tea before.

“Of course love.” I hurried down the stairs, carefully not to wake up the cats. I had done this many times before. I’ve known Taylor for over a year now and this had become a ritual. You don’t wanna know how many cups of tea I’ve set over the past year. And I don’t mind at all. I’d do everything for her. Even if that meant setting tea in the middle of the night, just so her feet don’t get cold. I knew she couldn’t go to bed without a cup of tea.

~

Your hand fits in mine like it’s made just for me.

“You sure you wanna go outside?” I asked. We had only been dating for a few weeks and the media had never really seen us together. If we went outside today they probably would and I was not sure if Taylor was ready for that yet, all the media attention.

“Yeah why not? I think I’m ready for this.” She said, probably still debating.

“You know we can just order something, like we did last week.” I reminded her. I really didn’t want her to feel uncomfortable. I knew about her past so of course I knew what would happen if people find out about us dating. She has to live the same nightmare again. But this time it would be different. Because I’m not like one of her exes. I’m not going to leave her.

“No we’ve planned this for a few days now, I’m not going to change my mind last minute. I’m ready for this because I know I’ve got you by my side.” She said confidently looking up to with her beautiful eyes. I loved her so much and I would do everything to protect her from all the madness.

We stepped outside, into the still cold March air. There weren’t many paps, but we both knew that in couple of minutes it would be crowded around us. We had decided to walk to the restaurant since it was nearby but maybe it wasn’t the right decisions. I looked at Taylor and I could see she was afraid. She had every right to be afraid, who wouldn’t be when you’re haunted by shouting men with cameras. All I wanted was for them to go away so I could hug Taylor and tell her everything is going to be okay.

I felt her soft hand brush against mine hand. She looked up to me and then down to mine hand. I grabbed her small soft hand, which immediately calmed us both down. Her hand fits in mine like it’s made just for me.

The shouting became louder but all I could think about how right this felt. Her hand in mine. It felt safe for both of us.

The moment we started dating I knew people would have their opinion. But I promised to keep her safe. I would be us against the world. Of course people would say stuff and of course that would hurt us but I had Taylor and Taylor had me. So everything would be fine.

~

You’ve never loved your stomach or your thighs.

“Adam?” I heard a small voice next to me. We had spent the whole night just relaxing on the couch we both had a hard day. So we really needed some time together.

“Yes babe?” I asked as I was stroking her soft hair. Taylor was laying with her head on my lap, covered under a cozy blanket.

“Do you think I’m too skinny?” She asked looking up to me. I could see her eyes were filled with tears but she was desperately trying to keep them in.

I was shocked by what she asked. I knew people say things about her that aren’t true and this was one of them. How could she even believe that. She’s the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen. There was nothing that wasn’t perfect. Her flaws made her even more special and gorgeous.

“What? No! Where did you get that from?” I asked while I lifted her up and onto my lap. I wiped the tears away that escaped her eyes, and held her head up from looking at her hands. I knew she was insecure about her body sometimes, I just couldn’t understand why.

“I saw some people say that under my Instagram picture.” She softly mumbled, still not making eye contact. When I kissed her cheek more tears escaped her eyes. I absolutely hated it when she was crying. But I would always be there for her when she was feeling down and needed someone to cry with.

“Hey look at me.” I said placing my hands on her cheeks. “You aren’t too skinny, you’re absolutely beautiful no matter what other people say, to me you are perfect.” I said giving her a kiss on her forehead. I had seen people say that before but I knew that it wasn’t true. I understood it’s so much harder when they talk about you.

She slightly blushed and hid her head in the crook of my neck.

“I love you.” Taylor whispered.

“I love you too.” I smiled kissing her head.

“Whenever you read something like that again, please tell me, so I can tell you the truth. Never believe those stupid fuckers.” I heard her giggle at my last sentence. “Don’t ever believe it when someone says that you aren’t beautiful, or that you are too skinny or too fat. You’re perfect exactly the way you are.”

I can’t believe she doesn’t know how beautiful she is. If she can’t see it herself, I’m here to remind her about it every single day.

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Maybe that’s the reason that you talk in your sleep.
And all those conversations are the secrets that I keep.

It was all very new, spending a night together. But I couldn’t say that I didn’t like it. It felt safe and it felt like home. Having someone to wake up next to. Someone to cuddle with and talk to until one of you falls asleep.

The first time I fell asleep next to Taylor I had the best sleep I ever had. She somehow calmed me down. This was only the second time. After a late night of watching movies and eating a lot of popcorn, it was too late for me to drive home so we decided I should stay the night. That was what I had secretly hoped. Only 1 week into our relationship it already felt normal. Although it was still very strange to wake up next to the most beautiful women on earth.

We went straight to bed after we brushed our teeth. We had never went further than kissing and we both didn’t need more yet. It was enough to be able to kiss her and cuddle with her. So of course that was what we did tonight.

Taylor fell asleep almost immediately. I was really tired but didn’t feel like sleeping yet. I stayed up for a few hours just to watch Taylor sleep. I could catch up on some sleep the next night. I watched her, every breath she took, I watched how her chest rose up every time she’d breathe. It was my new favorite thing to do. Her soft hair was between my fingers as I stroked it for hours straight.

I know I couldn’t stay up the whole night and watch her, maybe I should go to sleep. After a while of debating I decided to finally go to sleep. I lay down and the moment my head hit the pillow I was already dozing off.

“Mmm Adammm” I heard Taylor mumble.

“What’s up Tay?” I asked suddenly fully awake again. Her face was turned to me so I could see that she definitely wasn’t awake. I grinned at her, I knew she talked in her sleep sometimes.

“I really really really love you. You know that?” She whispered. Her words almost inaudible. Muffled by her pillow.

I was surprised by what she said, because she had never said it before. This was the first time she said it to me. I sat up straight, I still wasn’t sure if had heard it right. Did she really just say that?!

“Babe what did you say?” I asked, not sure if she would react because she was still sleeping.

“I love you so much Adam.” She mumbled again.

“I love you too.” I said as I softly kissed her cheek. I’ve wanted to say those words for weeks, I already knew I loved her after our first. The way she talked, her laugh, her body, everything was perfect about her. How couldn’t I be in love with her?

The next morning I woke up before Taylor did, I had to be at a meeting in an hour so I quickly took a shower and put my clothes on. When I came back she was still asleep. She looked so peacefully so I didn’t want to wake her.

I found some paper on her desk and wrote the words ‘I love you too Taylor’ on it and left it on my pillow. I loved that she talked in her sleepbecause now I know her secret.