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I like your kissing booths idea! 😁 Can I request Heat? I have such a soft spot for him. 🥹

The Kissing Booth: Heat for Nocturnalrorobin

Word Count: 1,090+ (I have a problem, it got out of control)

Notes: I adore Heat. He is spectacular. He is so pouty, and he deserves all of the sweet kisses in the whole world. He is also really flirty here, because I say so. Now come get rizzed up by the firebreather, Nocturnalrorobin.

Drums began to beat within the air at a faster and more deliberate tempo than the musicians were playing prior. The song was vibrant enough to have you sway a little in your seat as you focussed on the tastes and smells in the air, the colorful sounds painted in your ears, and the gentle breeze floating over and kissing your skin from the ocean shore.

Soft bells jingled and clicks of wooden sticks clacking indicated the vendors were readying themselves for a new round of sales, the blindfold prohibiting you from truly understanding what wares they were producing to the amassment of festivity enjoyers.

You had been sitting at your booth for a little while now, the line of immediate kisses finally dying down and giving you a soft break you yearned for since starting. A large variety of lips of all textures, teeth and jaws had pressed themselves against your lips, and you were genuinely surprised by how much you were enjoying the experience.

A soft cough broke you away from your thoughts, alongside the rustle of paper placed within your glass jar with a few coins to follow. You drew your chin over to where you assumed your guest was sitting, a small smile on your face as you welcomed them in.

“I-... uh-...” the smooth baritone sheepishly began, the weight of his body sitting down atop the stool causing the wooden frame to creak and shuffle, “...How does this work, exactly? I was watching earlier, don’t get me wrong, I get what happens. I’m just wondering if we talk a little first, or I just go straight for it?”

You immediately hum a soft giggle at him, your smile only growing at his bashfulness.

“Is there anyone waiting after you?” you ask him curiously, prompting him to take a moments’ pause. A soft grumble unintentionally left his throat as he mumbled his answer.

“Sorry to disappoint you,” his tone was soft and almost disheartened, “It’s just me and you here.” You could feel the pout in his tone, prompting you to reach forward and attempt to locate his hands with your own.

“No, sweetheart. Not what I meant,” you reassure him with a soft look, “When you suggested talking, I just thought-...” you trailed off, sheepishly biting your bottom lip and stifling a rising flush to heat your cheeks, “I mean, if there’s nobody waiting, I wouldn’t mind the conversation. That is, if you want to talk.”

A warm chuckle spread from his chest, prompting you to join your own laugh with his.

“You a little lonely, that it?” he gently turned his hand, presenting his palm up to you and caressing your fingertips with his thumb.

“You have no idea,” you admit to him with your smile growing more vibrant. His hands felt warm within your own, his skin having soft divots and feeling coarser than others you’d held in the past. He gently coaxed your hand up, gently pressing palms together in front of you both.

His whole hand felt so much larger than your own, the heat from his hands feeling all the more foreign to you.

“What made you sign up for somethin’ like this?” he asked suddenly, gently interlacing his fingers within yours and soothing over your index finger with his thumb. You hummed at the soft gesture, returning the soft touch by thumbing over the knuckle on his own thumb.

“Not sure,” you admitted with a subtle shrug, “I had a free night, it’s for charity, and I’ve been told I’m a good kisser?” He chuckled at your candor, inching slowly towards you. His hand gently reached up and cupped your cheek, his fingers gently caressing the silken blindfold as he carded his digits through your hand.

“You have to wear this thing?” he tapped your blindfold twice with the pad of his thumb, prompting you to nod in response. “A shame. I would’ve liked to see your eyes,” he gave it another gentle tap before you felt his lips hover over yours, “I bet they’re as beautiful as the rest of you.”

“You flirt with all the booths?” you giggle at him, leaning your head into his hand, “Or am I just special?” He again joined his laugh with yours, the soft rumble bringing you great comfort with every soft moment together.

“Just you,” he admitted, leaning all the closer towards you. “You mind if I just-...” You felt the heat from his lips hovering over yours, your lips immediately parting as you whispered the word ‘yes,’ in a voice just below a whisper.

At that, his lips gently and tentatively joined with yours. Cradling your head all the closer, he gently parted his lips and kissed with a softness you had yet experienced in all your time at the booth.

There was a soft texture and groove on his lips, several divots that felt almost like the silvery scarring of healed flesh. You gently squeezed his hand holding yours, leaning forward and placing your hand on his thigh as he deepened the kiss.

His lips began to become more passionate and heated, his kisses becoming ignited like licks of flames over your sensitive flesh. Your brows knit beneath the blindfold, the temperature change not harmful but shocking with each passing moment. His hands carded through your hair as he angled his chin, slowly mouthing at your lips in a slow and sensual dance of passion.

As he pulled away, you almost felt the need to chase him, his kiss leaving a lingering tingle of warmth over your skin. He chuckled, gently bringing his lips down once more on yours in a soft and chaste kiss.

“You sure you gotta keep the blindfold on?” he gently teased you with his soft hum. You confirm with a disgruntled hum, which he mirrors back at you.

“For the next hour, yes,” you confess as his hand returns to your cheek and caresses your face. The drums begin to calm their beat, an uproarious applause echoing throughout the festival space and urging him to release your cheek immediately.

The sparks from your hands joining lingered where your digits remained intertwined.

“I’m gonna come back,” he whispered, gently leaning down and pressing his lips against your cheek. “I don’t want you to die of boredom, afterall,” he uttered while gently releasing your hands, he chuckled and flicked his thumb over your bottom lip, “Or hunger. I’ll bring you a snack, I’m sure my crew’s already found the best vendor.”

“I’ll see you in an hour.”

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harlowcomehome · 2 days

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Wedding Day: Introducing Mr. & Mrs. Harlow.

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The sound of your alarm violently chirping in your ear beside you let you know it was time to wake up and start getting ready for the day. You had gotten good sleep, with the help of some melatonin gummies and you were ecstatic to start the day.

You had slept at Maggie and Brian’s house, with Jack staying the night at his grandparents. The two of you had agreed at the rehearsal dinner the night prior that you’d be spending the night before the wedding apart. Some of your family and friends using your place as their own personal hotel, in the meantime.

After you showered you sat with Maggie and had a warm tea while she sipped on her coffee. It wasn’t long before hair and makeup would arrive but you wanted to make it a point to make her feel at ease about today. Jack was her eldest son and although he had the world in his hands, he was still her baby.

She sat down beside you, her energy making you feel welcome and at peace, something both she and Jack tended to have in common. She watched you with a smile, “how are you feeling today?” She reached out to touch you, her hand softly resting on top of yours.

“Good! Great, I’m ready!” You nervously giggled, stretching your legs out in front of you. “How are you feeling?” Your question was innocent but laced with worry.

“I’m excited to officially have another woman in this family” she chuckled as Brian entered the house from the garage.

“I’m going to take care of him. You both know that right?” Your eyes stung at the confession, if you were truly sure about anything in life it was how much you love Jack.

“Oh sweetheart, we don’t doubt that even for a second” Maggie wrapped her arms around you, squeezing you tight.

••••

When Jack woke up and started to get ready for the day his grandparents greeted him with big hugs, his grandma pulling his head down to her level to kiss him on the cheek.

“Do you need me to steam your tuxedo one last time baby? We don’t want it to be wrinkled!” Her southern accent was far thicker than Jack's, and it was the first thing you noticed when she spoke.

“Sure, Grandma. Thank you” Jack smiled, handing her the tuxedo from behind the bedroom door.

Jack's grandpa ushered him outside, having a seat on the back patio, taking in the wedding decor. You had picked the prettiest pale pink and white tulip and peony flower arrangements, and Jack was in awe at how beautiful everything looked when it had come together. You had a vision for things that he struggled with, which made for a good balance.

“Today is the day. Are you ready young man?” His grandpa smiled, having shared little moments and all he knew about marriage with Jack over the last couple of months.

“I’ve been ready since the night I met her.” Jack was beaming with joy, surprisingly at ease. There were zero reservations in his mind. He had anticipated that he’d be panicking at this point but the reality had already set in months ago.

The floral arrangements and chairs were set up for the outside ceremony yesterday and there wasn’t all that much to do this morning. Jack wanted to go over all of the details before you and everyone else arrived, he was worried something would go wrong and wanted to make sure things were perfect for you.

Maggie, Brian, and Urban arrived at the same time knowing Jack would need them there for moral support.

“How was she this morning?” Jack immediately ran over to his mom, earning a chuckle from both his parents.

“Well, hello to you too son” Brian laughed giving Jack a playful punch in the arm.

“Sorry! Hi!” Jack blushed, waving to his best friend too. Still waiting and anticipating his mom’s answer as his leg bounced up and down.

“She’s perfect” Maggie smiled, reassuring Jack before he exploded. “I just wanted to see how you were doing before I went back to the house to get ready.”

“Good! I’m good! But, where the hell is Clay?” Jack checked the time although he knew it was nowhere near crunch time.

“He’s nervous” Brian whispered earning a quiet shush from his wife.

“He’s about ten minutes away” Urban smiled softly, as he walked over to Jack. He had just gotten off the phone with Clay before showing up. “I’ll help him unload the cake when he gets here.”

“Please, be careful” Jack begged, his stomach was in knots thinking about anything happening to the three-tier wedding cake he had spent far too much money on.

Just as he said that he could hear the bass of Copelan’s car as he pulled into the driveway, with a few cars following behind him. All of Jack's groomsmen had arrived at the same time, Clay included with the cake.

Jack's phone began to ring, making him almost jump out of his skin. He had hoped to hear from you but knew that wasn’t likely based on the conversation you had at rehearsal dinner last night.

“Hey Neelam, what’s up?” Jack pretended to be laid back but everyone in his inner circle knew him better than that, Copelan and Urban exchanging glances.

“Hey, does Maggie still want me to pick her up from your grandma's before I head over to y/n? I couldn’t get a hold of her and I’m leaving here soon.”

“Mom, is your phone off?” Jack was starting to feel the anxiety creeping up, his neck was growing red and he suddenly felt like his T-shirt was too tight.

“No?” She looked at her phone and realized she had a ton of missed messages. “The sound was off! Sorry!”

“Yes Neelam- come get her” Jack playfully laughed it off moving her to speaker phone as he looked over the picture frames in the living room with your engagement photos.

“Oh, and your fiancé wanted me to let you know that you, your dad, and all your groomsmen have a deep tissue massage appointment in about 45 minutes. A group of masseuses are coming to your grandparent's house” Neelam was excited to tell him, that you had planned this as your gift to him from the start.

Jack was speechless for a brief moment. “Tell her I can’t wait to fucking marry her” he excitedly said through his teeth before hanging up.

Maggie couldn’t help but giggle, she had known about that secret. She had been keeping a secret from the both of you.

“Do you have that little gift box for y/n?” Jack nervously whispered to his mom, giving her wide eyes as she, your mom, and Brian were the only other people to know what his mystery gift to you was.

“Yes, I have it in my purse” She instinctively brushed his curls out of his face before showing him the small silver box she had hidden at the bottom of her purse.

“I’m going to give it to her in private after the ceremony” Jack sighed, taking the box from his mom and shaking it nervously so it made a sound.

••••

Both your mom and Maggie helped tie the corset backing of your wedding dress tighter as you examined your bridal hair and makeup in the mirror.

Layla stood behind you, trying her best not to cry as she took you in, the both of you facing the mirror. You had been best friends for the majority of your life, been through all the awkward phases, held hands through trying times, and now she got to stand beside you on the most important day of your life thus far.

“The limo will be here in about five minutes” Maggie looked at the time stamp she had received over text for a final time.

“Your fiancé is so extra” Neelam teased as she lightly elbowed you with a smile.

“He said we have to and I quote…” you held up your hands to do finger quotes “You can’t show up to your wedding in a regular car, everyone has to ride in style” you mimicked his deep voice making the room roar with laughter.

Layla, your mom, Neelam, Maggie, and a few of Jack’s cousins who quickly became close friends were holding their bouquets, you and Jack had agreed to have a small wedding party although they wouldn’t be standing at the altar beside you.

You started to feel the nerves settle in once you picked up your vow book, flipping through the pages upon pages of nervous scribbles, bending the corner of the small booklet a bit.

When the limousine was outside, you quickly sprayed yourself with perfume one final time before placing a small travel-size perfume bottle into one one of the many bags you were taking to Jack's grandparents. Your hair and makeup team would also be joining you for touch-ups for the big day.

Your mother and soon-to-be mother-in-law along with Layla held your dress so it wouldn’t get dirty and helped you get in and sit as comfortably as possible in the limo.

The drive to Jack's grandparents was only about ten minutes, fifteen with traffic. You were quiet, thinking about how the day would go when Layla grabbed hold of your hand and gave it a light squeeze bringing you back to reality.

You flashed her a timid smile, “I can’t believe I’m getting married today” A faint whisper came out of you earning a sympathetic smile from your best friend.

“You two are perfect for each other” Layla whispered in return leaning her head on your shoulder.

When everyone got out of the limo Maggie rushed inside to make sure Jack wouldn’t see you in your dress upon arrival. Urban quickly met you outside to greet you and take a few photos of everyone arriving.

“Hi, Urb! You look great!” you excitedly squealed before hugging him. He was in a suit, and his hair was up, leaving some messy pieces in the front.

“Hi y/n. You clean up pretty good yourself” he chuckled before stepping back to take some photos of you and the girls.

“Hi Layla” he spoke to her in a sing-songy tone.

“Hi Urb” she mumbled as she bit back a smile.

“How’s he doing?” You didn’t want to pry too much but you had to know what he was like today to settle your nerves.

“Surprisingly calm. Considering he was a-Wait, what did you guys call him?” He stopped to think of the nickname you had given him during the wedding planning process.

“Groom-Zilla” Layla chimed in making everyone giggle as you finally got the all-clear from Maggie to enter the house.

“Yeah, considering he was a groom-zilla the last couple of months, today is the happiest and calmest I’ve ever seen him” Urban was speaking to you but his eyes were set on Layla as everyone walked inside.

Layla pretended not to notice, she didn’t want to make this day about her. She turned toward you, “Are we still doing the pictures of you and Jack holding hands?”

“Oh yeah? I still want to do those pictures where he’s on one side of the door and I’m on the other, we don’t see each other but we hold hands and silently pray together” You explained to Urban.

“Yes! He reminded me about that this morning! Let me go get him in position and then I’ll come get you.” Urban rushed off, and Layla's eyes followed.

“You should talk to him today” you broke her focus.

Layla nervously giggled, “About what?”

“I think he misses you too” You had known for a fact that he did, having had numerous conversations with him over the last couple of months.

“We just started being friends again. I don’t want to make things weird” Layla sighed as Urban made his way toward you holding his hand out to guide you to the room as you quickly grabbed Layla for moral support.

Urban made sure you and Jack didn’t see one another, guiding you to your side of the door.

“Can we have the room for a minute?” Jack was quick to question as Layla and Urban agreed and waited outside of the room.

“Baby?” Jack held his hand out to reach for you and you intertwined your fingers immediately.

“Hi,” you let out a shaky breath feeling much more at ease in his company.

“I love you so much” Jack sighed. “I want to look at you so bad.”

“Same to both parts” you giggled nervously. “Let’s pray together before Urban starts taking pictures.”

Jack was more of a spiritual person, but he knew how much this meant to you so he bowed his head and held your hand tight, the both of you talking to a higher power in your head.

Both of you had your eyes closed and had no clue Urban was already taking pictures as he slowly entered the room. He found it more natural to take those shots candidly.

Layla stood beside him, careful not to make a sound as he changed the settings on his camera. She admired how much Urban loved his craft, knowing what it meant to be passionate about something.

When both of you opened your eyes and noticed them standing there you squeezed Jack's hand and he brushed yours with his thumb.

“Candids photograph better” Urban gave you both a gentle smile.

Clay had entered the room to let Jack know it was time to get into position. “Wedding starts in ten minutes, dad wants you out there to look everything over.”

“See you out there Mrs. Harlow!” Jack hollered excitedly making you giggle to yourself as both Clay and Urban made sure he didn’t peek at you as he made his way to his grandparent's backyard to stand at the alter.

Your family and friends rushed into the room, as Urban followed Jack and Clay outside. Your mom was the first person by your side.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to walk you down the aisle?” She was hopeful you’d change your mind but you were set on walking alone toward Jack.

“I’m sure! I just want this to be relaxing for everyone” You smiled, not wanting to give anyone designated jobs to do.

••••

Ten minutes flew by in a matter of what felt like seconds as you stood behind the hand-made flower wall in Jack's grandparents' backyard.

You held your bouquet close to your chest, taking a deep breath to yourself as you tried to remember Layla and Urban had both your vow books and rings.

You heard the opening notes to the piano version of “Here Comes the Sun” begin to play and the lump in your throat became more prominent. All of your guests stood to their feet as they waited as the two sides of the flower wall moved apart to reveal you walking toward Jack.

The chatter outside from your guests is immediately silenced, with all eyes on you. The only person you saw was Jack who was struggling to fight back tears already as you walked toward him.

Jack was left speechless, the way your dress hugged your curves, the way your hair laid on your shoulders. He noticed everything and every detail. You were wearing the light blue Van Cleef anklet he had bought you as your “something blue.” He had only seen it slightly peeking from under your dress, your wedding shoes making you slightly taller but not by much. He shifted his balance from one foot to the next, eager for you to finally be standing in front of him.

Your mom had a seat at the end of the walkway, standing up and “giving you away” to Jack as she kissed him on the cheek.

“I’ll take care of her, I promise” he whispered, as he unsuccessfully fought back tears. You wiped his cheek giving him a sympathetic smile as he helped you onto the alter to stand across from him. You didn’t expect him to cry, especially in front of everyone which took you by surprise, pulling on your heartstrings.

Jack's grandpa had gotten ordained online and was the person set to marry the both of you, he was waiting with Jack at the alter, as everyone else took their seats.

“We are gathered here on this beautiful day to join Jackman Harlow and Y/N Y/L/N as two hearts become one. This is a day of great celebration, as a married life - a shared life - is life’s biggest blessing.” His grandpa smiled at his grandma making you and Jack giggle to yourselves.

“Always remember these very important words. Love is patient and love is kind. Love is not jealous, love is not boastful or too proud. Love is understanding, nurturing and did I mention patient?” Jack's grandpa lightly nudged you earning a laugh from the crowd as Jack's face turned red with embarrassment.

“It is to my understanding that the two of you have chosen to read your own vows today?”

The both of you nodded, as Jack's grandpa handed him the microphone first.

Jack cleared his throat nervously, as he spoke into the mic. “You’d think I’d be used to holding this and it wouldn’t be intimidating but…” he made a face clenching his teeth with wide eyes to show he was nervous which made the room chuckle.

Urban attempted to hand Jack his vow book which he subtly declined.

“Before meeting you, I spent a lot of time searching for that specific feeling. That feeling that everyone describes, that can’t breathe without you, can’t sleep without you kind of feeling. I used to hear my friends and family describe love and I’d think to myself “That’s intense, how do you know when you feel it?” I never thought I’d get to experience a love story told so vividly. I knew I was wrong about that the moment I met you.” His voice started to shake as he bounced back and forth on his feet.

“I used to think that we met by accident, that maybe we just got lucky but as time went on I realized that the universe makes no mistakes. You have provided a safe space for me, a home within a person. I know that loving you is a privilege and will spend the rest of my life protecting, honoring, and giving you the love you deserve. I promise to be more mindful about keeping the toilet seat down, to remember to rinse the sink of my beard trimmings, and to put my dirty socks in the hamper.” Jack snorted knowing you’d love that part.

“On a more serious note, you have shown me what true love feels like and I will spend the rest of my life giving you all that you deserve in return.”

You blinked away tears, trying your best to keep it together knowing you had to speak next. The tears rolling down Jack's cheeks made it hard to focus, as you reached out to wipe his face with a swipe of your finger.

Jack gave you the microphone with a shaky hand. “Now you go! Before everyone notices how red my eyes are.” He said it loud enough for the microphone to catch making you and the crowd giggle.

“It’s just allergies” Clay whispered to the crowd making everyone erupt with laughter.

“Thanks, bro” Jack whispered back with a wink.

You were nervous to speak in front of your family and friends, earning a sympathetic smile from Jack who mouthed to you “Take your time.”

You opted to speak from the heart as well, remembering most of your vows anyway.

“I’m standing here in front of you today, confessing to you that I wholeheartedly know you are the best thing that has ever happened to me.” Your voice cracked immediately, and Jack reached for your free hand instinctively.

“I can recall the exact moment that I fell in love with you. It wasn’t a slow burn, it didn’t happen over a long period of time, it felt instantaneous. I remember being the first to tell you I love you and worrying at how you’d react not knowing you and I had been on the same wavelength the entire time.”

“Orlando” he whispered earning a huge smile from you as he remembered exactly where you had said it for the first time.

“Being so in love with a man who is so considerate, loving, intelligent, hard-working, compassionate, kind and caring makes me want to be a better person each and every day. You remind me every day to plant my feet where I’m standing, and take a moment throughout the madness to breathe.” You turned the mic off and handed it to Layla, grabbing both of his hands and speaking directly to him.

“It is a privilege to love you, to spend the rest of my days with you. To watch you grow as a person and grow with you, to start a family with you, to experience everyday life with you. I can’t wait for unlimited dance parties…” a giggle came from the both of you recalling all the times Jack forced you to dance with him.

“I can’t wait to grow old and gray with you, even if you’ve already started without me.” You pointed to the few gray hairs he had poking out of his curls making him blush.

“I promise with me you’ll always have a partner to go through life with. I vow to dream big with you, laugh with you, celebrate with you, protect and comfort you, and walk beside you through whatever life brings.”

“I love you” Jack mumbled as the both of you were trying your best to hold back tears.

You turned to Layla giving the microphone back to Jack's grandpa as he handed both you and Jack a tissue.

“You guys aren’t supposed to cry!” Jack's grandpa teased as you both laughed through it.

“Thank you for sharing your vows with all of us. The rings you are about to place on each other's fingers are symbols of the love you share. They will remind you of the vows you have just spoken, and of the eternal love that you have for one another."

Jack's hands trembled as he spoke “Y/N, I give you this ring as a sign of my love.” You held your left hand out as Jack slid the ring on your finger.

“Jackman, I give you this ring as a sign of my love” You slid his sterling silver wedding band on, opting for a small subtle round diamond embedded into it.

"By the power given to me by marriage ministries and by the state of Kentucky, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss your bride!” Jack's grandpa spoke to Jack directly knowing he was waiting for the cue as everyone cheered.

Jack took your face into his hands carefully as the two of you had your first kiss as husband and wife. Music started to play but you two weren’t done, earning excited roars from your family and friends as you finally broke apart and started walking down the aisle hand in hand and back into Jack's grandparent's house.

Urban made sure to get a lot of pictures at the ceremony knowing that the two of you wanted to take a moment to yourselves as the event staff and your loved ones helped move chairs and tables around for the dinner and reception that followed.

You couldn’t keep your eyes or hands off one another, having kissed nonstop since you were alone.

“I’m never taking this off!” You excitedly wiggled your ring finger at him before he leaned in for another kiss.

“Your vows were so sweet” he hummed, admiring your hand with your ring and kissing it.

“Yours made me want to ugly cry” you joked making him scrunch his nose at you as he stifled a laugh, fidgeting with the small gift box in his pocket.

“Is it too soon to talk about baby names?” The smirk on his face let you know he was only joking but it still gave you butterflies to think about.

“I might say never mind to that whole timeline we discussed after seeing how good you look in this suit” You ran your fingers over his lapel.

His entire face got rosy pink, one of your favorite things about him. It didn’t matter how often you complimented him, he still felt his entire face warm up at all of the sweet things you’d say.

“Can you help me change into my other dress, husband?” You remembered you had a much shorter second dress to change into, thankful that Jack talked you into getting a second dress as it was already feeling humid today.

“You didn’t even have to ask. Let’s go wifey!” He wiggled his eyebrows at you as you both made your way into the bedroom to change dresses.

••••

When you and Jack made your arrival back outside everything looked completely different. Your loved ones and the event planners really outdid themselves, making your vision come to life.

There was a designated area for dancing, and dinner was being plated as music played. The two of you walked hand in hand as you greeted everyone before finally getting dinner and taking your designated seats.

“So, you know there’s no going back now, right? You’re stuck with me.” Jack leaned into you as he stole a braised carrot from off your plate.

“Oh no, I’m officially a Harlow now! It’s you who is stuck with me.” You smiled before you noticed Urban and Layla waiting in line to take pictures in the Photo Booth, Jack followed your gaze.

“I think we’ll be attending their wedding next” Jack seemed confident, making you wonder what made him so sure.

“You’re my husband so that means you can’t lie to me” You leaned against his shoulder, smiling as you gave him a guilt trip. “What do you know that you’re not telling me?”

Jack ran his tongue against his cheek, trying to buy time as he thought of a response.

“Jackman Thomas-“

“Woah, not the government” he sipped his drink before turning to you. “All I know is that Urban and Layla have been texting a lot lately and he was super excited that she was his partner for the pictures and everything today” he threw his hands up defensively.

“Layla seemed happy about it too” you admitted, still unsure about how things would work between them with Layla still living in Atlanta.

It wasn’t long before it was time for your first dance. You and Jack had gone back and forth over two songs finally deciding on John Mayers song XO.

It was surreal when it was announced as your first dance as a married couple, you felt completely enamored by love as Jack took your hand, he had finally shed his suit jacket and was wearing his white button-up and classic black tie.

“We should’ve taken some dance classes or something” you mumbled as you both awkwardly stumbled over one another.

“Everyone probably thinks we’re drunk, and that’s the lie we’ll tell” he winked as you nodded in response and you swayed back and forth with him.

When the second song started to play, the opening beat gave you a moment to invite everyone else to slow dance with you as well.

Savage Gardens “I Knew I Loved You”’ started to play.

“Maybe it’s intuition, somethings you just don’t question…” Jack started to sing the song playing to you as he brushed your hair out of your face.

“Like in your eyes, I see my future in an instant” you continued to sing as all of your guests joined in with you two.

Eventually, the music changed, speeding up to a higher tempo, Jack had been waiting to find the right moment to tell you about the box in his pocket but the night was flying by.

“Is it almost time to cut the cake?” Jack checked his watch, and you knew he was keeping track of time for a reason.

“What’s going on in there?” You poked his forehead, catching him off guard as he gave you an exaggerated look of disapproval.

“Nothing! I just want to make sure we do all the steps. We have fireworks at the end of the night too, remember?”

You looked at him with wide eyes, “I thought you said we couldn’t do that?”

“I may have pulled some strings” he shrugged as he looked at you with adoration as you excitedly jumped up and down, tugging at his white button-up shirt.

“You’re sneaky! ” You teased as you both walked over to the cake to start cutting it together.

Jack knew you’d be singing the same tune again later once he gave you the house key that was burning a metaphorical hole in his pocket. He had been spending the last few months wedding planning and simultaneously house hunting for the two of you.

You struggled to cut the cake with Jack quickly taking over, you were weary he would try to be “traditional” and smash cake in your face knowing his boyish goofy personality came through at times but he didn’t want to ruin your bridal makeup. He swiped some frosting off the piece he had just cut and opted to let you lick it off his finger instead.

You felt your face grow warm, making wide eyes at him at the suggestive gesture in front of everyone. He couldn’t help himself as he made eye contact with his friends, a loud boisterous chuckle escaping him as he hunched over with laughter.

Druski never failed to make Jack laugh like that and the second they made eye contact you knew what was up. “You two are childish!”

Druski couldn’t help himself as he walked back to the table with you and Jack. “You just going to suck my man's finger like that in front of his grandma? That's crazy!”

“Your man? He’s my man now” You held up Jack's left hand to show off his ring and Jack gave him a smug smile in return.

“Okay, I see you little miss Harlow” Druski laughed before letting the two of you know he had to leave to make it to his next show.

Layla, Urban, Clay, and Copelan joined you and Jack as you sat down to eat your wedding cake. Your other friends sat at their own table in the distance.

The night was coming to a close as some of the older guests started to leave.

Jack had a smile on his face as he watched you interact with your loved ones. You had a way of embracing everyone as if you had known them for years and he was always so in awe of you.

The fireworks started to illuminate the sky as you went over to your husband, wrapping your arm around his waist as you leaned into him.

“Do your feet hurt?” He noticed you still had your wedding shoes on.

“Kind of. I forgot to bring those other shoes.” You adjusted yourself again to leaning against him.

“Just take them off, we are in the grass anyway. Want me to help you?”

You nodded as he bent down to help you, a small box falling out of his pocket.

He hadn’t noticed until you pointed to it, “what’s that?”

Maggie and your mom had walked over to the two of you bringing you some sparklers as Urban was prepared to take pictures, your eyes still on Jack who looked relieved at the interruption. He put the box in his pocket and handed you two sparklers, Urban quickly lighting them both.

You decided not to push, knowing he’d explain when he was ready and not wanting to ruin the moment. The two of you giggled with one another as you used the sparklers to write your names with a heart.

“Today was perfect” You let out a sigh of relief as you both dropped your sparklers into a bucket of water left to the side for that very reason.

“Follow me?” Jack took your hand as the two of you went into a private area on the side of the house. You were looking up at the fireworks when Jack took the small box out of his pocket.

“I know you saw this fall out of my pocket earlier, and I planned to give it to you when the night was over but I think now is the perfect time” he handed you the box.

“Jack? What is this?” You looked up at him as the fireworks continued to fill the sky.

“Open it” he tried to hide his excited grin but failed as you untied the small silver ribbon that held the box together.

A small gold key was inside, and your breath hitched.

“What is this?”

“It’s where we are staying tonight!” Jack wasn’t sure if you understood what was going on just yet.

“Like an Airbnb?” You knew you’d be leaving for your honeymoon tomorrow and didn’t want to assume anything drastic.

Jack couldn’t help but laugh, knowing you hadn’t connected the dots until you looked up at him with teary eyes.

“Is this? Jack- is this?” You started to cry waiting for his confirmation.

“I bought us a house.” He was so proud, knowing that this was the first house both of you had ever owned. He puffed his chest out as he said it.

“You bought us a house? You bought us a house? A fucking house?” You were excitedly babbling as you held the key in your hand. An excited squeal erupted from your belly as you jumped on him, almost making him lose his balance before he wrapped his arms around you to hold you better.

“We get to stay there tonight before we leave for our honeymoon, and while we are gone the apartment will be packed up by our friends and family.”

“You planned all of this? I’m- I’m so speechless.” You had no words, only gratitude as the tears continued to fall from your eyes.

“Are you happy baby?” He already knew the answer, your reaction said it all as you peppered his face with kisses.

“Of course! I am beyond happy! I love you. I love you so much you beautiful, beautiful man” You squeezed his cheeks with your hands as you kissed him, the sky illuminating with the finale of the fireworks show behind you.

“I think he just told her about the house” Maggie whispered to your mom and Brian as the two of them sneakily watched in the distance.

“Finally! That was the hardest secret I’ve ever had to keep” your mom laughed as both Maggie and Brian agreed, clinking their glasses together before taking a good-luck sip.

••••••••••

A/N: If you’ve made it this far, thank you so much! This series is my biggest accomplishment on tumblr and I’m very proud of it. Thank you to everyone who has supported my work/ this series. It definitely doesn’t go unnoticed. ◡̈

#Jack Harlow #Jack Harlow series #Jack Harlow x reader #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow imagines #jack harlow blurb #Jack Harlow fanfic

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funnyjb · 1 day

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To cool for you

…………………………………

“Joey.”- you

“Mhm.”- Joe

“You got to get up, babe.”- you

He turned his head to face you in his pillow. His hands were under his pillow and his back was bare. He only had his sweatpants on. You rubbed his back.

“That feels good.”- Joe smiled

You laughed

“Well, I’m going to stop because we got to get up.”- You

You leaned in and gave him a kiss on the forehead and got up out of bed.

“No, don’t go.”- Joe

“Joey, we got to get ready, baby.”- you

“Fine.”- joe sighed

He got out of bed and walked into the bathroom. You were already brushing your teeth. Joe looked at you in the mirror and you two made eye contact. Joe giggled and proceeded to brush his teeth.

You then later found your outfit for today. And Jean skirt with a white top and your Air Forces . It was only for the day.because later tonight was the after party which you got to get a little dressed up for. So you packed your long, yellow ,floral dress for later along with a Jean jacket incase it gets chilly. Joe the picked out his outfit and put his jeans and other shirt for later tonight in your bag.

“Okay, let’s get going!”- joe

You closed up the house and got In Joes car. The drive was 30 minutes and by the time we got to the venue vans and decorations were being moved.

Joe decided to have a look around and make sure everything was set up. I on the other hand decided to go find Robin and make sure everything was perfect for the surprise tonight!

“Robin!”- You

“There’s my favorite almost daughter-in-law!”- Robin

“Haha, it’s not for a couple more months!”- you

“I know, but I can’t wait to see you in your wedding dress! You will look beautiful as always.”- Robin

“Thank you, Robin.”- you smile

“Where is my son?don’t tell me he left you alone?”- Robin

“Sadly he did, he decided to take a look around and make sure everything was okay, but I don’t mind!”- you

“Ugh, that boy, well at least he is being a good boy and helping.”- Robin laughs

“Yes!”- you laugh

The surprise we were planning on doing tonight for Joe was to put on a firework show! I know it’s pretty basic but ever since Joe was a kid he loved fireworks and to be able to do it at a place where he is given so much love and support is a great time to do it!

“There you guys are!”- Joe

“Hey, baby!”- Robin

She went to go hug Joe

“I’ve been looking for you guys everywhere!”- Joe

“Well, we have been here!”- Robin

Joe smiles and moves over to me.

“Hi, baby.”- Joe

“Hi, Joey!”- you

He leans down and connects his lips with mine for a quick kiss.

“How is it looking?”- you

“Awesome! The decorations are sick!”- Joe

“Yeah, they are pretty awesome!”- you said looking around.

“Alright I just wanted to make sure you guys were ok before I head to the golf course for a while.”- Joe

“We are good! Your fiancé and I are going to walk around for a bit!”- Robin

Joe and I laugh

“Ok, mom!”- Joe

Joe says goodbye and is off to the course to watch the boys play.

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(Later that night)

I stepped out of the bathroom and into the room where Robin, Jimmy, and Joe were. There were some other Foundation staff there too. Robin already changed and was making sure that we had enough gifts.

I walked towards them in my long yellow dress paired with my Air Forces. My jacket in hand along with joes clothes that he told me to bring out when I was done.

“Yeah perfect just put them over there! Hey y/n! Wow…you look gorgeous!”- Robin

“Awe, thanks Robin! You look beautiful!”- you

“Thanks, decided to go with some stripes tonight.”- Robin laughs

“Well, it’s looks great on you.”- you smile

Joe then walks over to us

“She’s right, you do look beautiful.”- Joe

“Thank you, Joey!”- You

I get up on my tippy toes to kiss him.

“Here are your clothes.”- you

“Thanks. I will be back.”- Joe

He then goes into the room to change.

After a couple minutes he comes out looking so handsome. His long hair, his Nike shirt that shows his muscles, and his grey jeans.

“You look handsome.”- you smile

“Thanks, baby.”- Joe winks

“Alright guys it’s time to go out there.”- Jimmy

Joe takes a deep breath. I could tell his nerves were up and Robin could too.

Robin then whispers something in my ear.

“How about Jimmy and I will meet you guys out there? Gives him some time to relax. I know he will want you with him.”- Robin

“Yeah, ok. We will see you guys out there!”- You

“Perfect.”- Robin smiles

She leaves the room to go welcome people. Now it’s just Joe and I.

“Hey, everything will be perfect! People are here to support you, Joe. They love you and came here for a good cause. You can always go out on the golf course for a minute alone or come and hang out with me if you’d like.”- you smile

Joe gives me a smile

“Thanks, y/n. I love you so much.”- Joe

He gives me a quick peck on the lips. He then grabs my hand as we exit the room to go greet people. Everyone was here already and you can tell they were having a good time.

I thought Joe would have dropped my hand once we walked out and everyone saw us but he didn’t. He kept holding it. He introduced me to some bengals staff that has helped him with his injury and some men that were golfing earlier.

After a couple minutes he dropped my hand and turned to me. I knew he had to make his rounds. Before he could even speak I spoke up.

“Go. Have fun!”- you smile

He gives me a nod and squeezes my arm then takes off.

I later found a group of people to talk to. Some consisted of Joes family like cousins and some were friends of The Burrows.

I kept looking around for any sight of Joe to make sure he was ok.

He was talking to one of the bengals media guys and Zac Taylor. He had a smile on his face.

One of the other times I noticed him was when he was talking to a big group of guys who were golfing and bombarding him with questions about the new season coming up. I could tell he wanted to get out of there.

After a couple minutes I felt a hand ride up my back. It made me jump a little.

“Hey, it’s just me!”- Joe

“Jeez, you scared me. How is everything going?”- you

“Good…people seem to be having a good time.”- Joe

“Good! It seems like they are having a blast! Especially over there.”- You

I pointed to the bar.

“I saw one guy go up there 6 times. I think he passed out somewhere though.”- you laugh

Joe laughs

God I love that laugh.

“Well, good to know that people like it, but I thinking of taking you up on that offer about what you said earlier.”- Joe

“Okay! But I think I’m too cool to be seen with you, burrow.”- you

“Oh really? I was going to take you somewhere, but I guess your to cool for me. I will just go find that drunk guy.”- Joe

No! I’m not cool anymore!”- you

Joe chuckled

“Okay, baby, but you are always cool. Even too cool for me.”- Joe

“Wow! Mr Cartier said it himself.”- you

We both laugh.

I even forgot the girls were standing there. They were watching us with big smiles on their faces.

“Sorry ladies, but I’m going to steal her for a while.”- Joe

“It’s ok, she’s all yours!”- Joe’s cousin

Joe then took my hand and we walked away.

There was a small path leading out to the golf course away from the crowds.

As we started walking I looked up at Joe. He was still holding my hand looking to his right at the good course I could tell his nerves were easing up.

“You ok?”- You

He looked at me with his baby blues.

“Yeah, happy to get away with you for a moment.”- Joe smiled

I leaned more into him rubbing his arm with my free hand.

“I’m really grateful for you, y/n, You know that? You have always been there for me since day one. You never doubted me and always found ways to cheer me up, you still do. I’m just grateful to have you by my side here today.”- Joe

“Awe, Joey. I’m grateful for you too! I will always be there for you. I love you.”- You

He put his hand on my cheek and kissed me.

Just as we were kissing for probably around five minutes someone called him in. He had to go give his speech.

He took a deep breath.

“You got this Joe. I will be right there watching.”- You

He nodded his head and we started walking back.

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“I’m going to pass it off to my very loved, beloved son. Joe Burrowwww.” - Robin

The whole crowd cheered

“Thanks, mom…”- Joe chuckled

“I just want to say thanks for everyone who came here to support. For giving your time, money, and presence to be here today. I want to especially say thank you to my family, my teammates and bengals staff, my friends, and my fiancé. You guys have supported me through thick and thin and wouldn’t be here without you guys, so thank you. Let’s have some fun!”- Joe

Everyone started clapping! I was so proud of him and a little surprised about the shout out but I wasn’t complaining!

“You did great, baby!”- You

He walked up to me and gave me a hug.

“All thanks to you.”- Joe

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It was finally dark outside which meant surprise time!

“I think we are ready, y/n!”- Robin

“Awesome! I will get Joe.”- You

I walked over to Joe who was with Sam and Teddy.

“Hey!”- You

“Hi!”- Joe

“Can you do something for me?”- You

“Yeah, is everything ok?”- Joe

“Everything is perfect! I just want you to look up.”- You

“Look up? Why loo-”-Joe

BAMM! Fireworks went off. They were white and orange.

“Oh my god!”- Joe smiled

As they were going off Robin and Jimmy came up to us.

“Did you guys do this?”- Joe

“No actually, your amazing fiancé did!”- Jimmy

He looked at me.

“You did this?”- Joe

“Yeah, wanted it to be a special day for you!”- You

“God, I love you so much.”- Joe

He then squeezed into me tighter and kissed me under the fireworks.

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#joe burrow #cincinnati bengals #joey burrow #writers on tumblr #joe burrow imagine #joe burrow bengals #joeyb9

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delicatebarness · 8 hours

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I was thinking of a request but idk if it’s too much for them at the moment. Where it’s a super crazy and crowded night at the bar, and crybaby is at the bar waiting for her soda. She’s still getting a lot of attention from her little make over and, people are just around and pushing and moving and she’s clearly getting overwhelmed & anxious. And Bucky ends up behind her with both hands on the bar, kind of like trapping her? And she relaxes into him, like his front to her back. And she’s just able to breathe again and he’s just telling her she’s fine and she shouldn’t have been up there by herself and then she just has a hard time physically being away from Bucky the rest of the night she like stays sat next to him and holds onto his arm most of the night.

cry baby | "I've got you,"

Summary: ^^ Requested.

Warnings: Fluff. Mentions of Anxiety.

Word Count: 327

Series Masterlist

A/N: This takes place sometime before chapter eleven.

Tags: @winterslove1917 | @thetorturedbuckydepartment | @thezombieprostitute | @buckys0whore

As you stood waiting at the bar, you tried to ignore the stares and whispers, the bar was louder and more crowded than usual. And, the attention from the makeover was still new. You took a deep breath, trying to ground yourself, but as the bodies around you pressed closer, your composure began to slip. A familiar tightness built up in your chest and tears welled in your eyes.

Suddenly, you felt a pressure behind you, a solid warmth that you recognized immediately. He placed both hands on the bar firmly, trapping you in a cocoon of protection between his arms. Chest pressed against your back, you could feel his steady breathing, grounding you.

“I’ve got you,” he murmured, his voice calm and soothing. “You’re okay.”

You leaned back into him, letting out a shaky breath. Finding your center again, you let his proximity act as a shield to block out the chaos.

“You shouldn’t be up here by yourself,” he continued, his breath hot against your ear. “It’s too much.”

You nodded, melting further into his embrace you felt the tension in your shoulders ease. “Thank you,” you whispered, your voice barely audible,

He responded by placing his hands over yours, squeezing gently. The warmth of his touch spread through you, soothing the anxiety.

For the rest of the night, you couldn’t stay away from him. You stayed by his side, fingers gripping onto his arm. One glance up at him, the moment the noise and chaos threatened to overwhelm you again, calmed up.

As the evening wore on, you began to relax more, laughing and engaging in conversations with your friends while still holding on. You marveled at how easily he made you feel protected and safe.

Natasha and Wanda shared knowing smiles as they watched you lean into Bucky’s presence. At one point, Nat leaned over and whispered something to Wanda. They giggled and shot you a quick wink, confusion spread across your features.

#cry baby series #bucky barnes x cry baby #cry baby #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky x you #bucky x y/n #bucky x female reader #bucky fanfic #james bucky barnes #bucky fic #bucky barnes x you #biker!bucky #biker au

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mustainegf · 10 hours

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Unexpected pregnancy with one of the Metallica boys, and reader is terrified he's going to dump her when he finds out bc rockstar life doesn't mesh well with family man life usually but he's happy and reassures her he's sticking by her side no matter what. Any era is fine. ❤️

I LOOOVVVVEEE STUFF LIKE THISS—you know me, I couldn’t just pick one, so I did kirk, James & cliff

I’m a sucker for baby stuff, so let me know if you guys want a part of them with their baby :P

𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐊 ¹⁹⁹⁵

I stood outside the door to Kirk’s dressing room, my heart rapping so hard I thought it might burst out of my chest and splatter onto the door ahead of me. I clutched the small, white stick in my hand, the two pink lines glaring up at me.

I had rehearsed what I wanted to say a hundred times in my head, but now, in the moment, the words seemed to slip away.

I'm pregnant.

Finally, I took a deep breath and knocked softly. "Kirk? Can I come in?" I sked, tucking the pregnancy test up into my sleeve.

"Sure, babe," he called out. His voice was sweet as always, like buttermilk. When I stepped inside, he looked up from his guitar and grinned from ear to ear. "Hey, what's up? I missed you."

I tried to smile back, but I could feel my face giving me away. I stepped over to him, taking his hands in mine and leading him to sit on the couch. He looked at me with an almost bewildered expression, incredibly confused by my actions.

"Kirk, there's something I need to tell you," I began, my voice trembling slightly. "And it's really important."

He furrowed his brow, the smile fading from his face. "What is it? You're freaking me out." he giggles awkwardly, trying to take off some of the pressure.

I took a deep breath and held up the pregnancy test. "I'm pregnant."

For a while, there was complete silence.

Kirk stared at the test in my hand, his eyes unbelievably wide. My heart sank, and I felt tears pricking at the corners of my eyes. What if he didn't want this? What if he—

Before I could spiral any further, I saw his eyes fill with tears. He slouched from the couch and dropped to his knees in front of me, clutching my hands tightly.

"You're… pregnant?" he whispered, his voice choked with emotion. "I'm going to be a dad?"

I nodded, tears streaming down my cheeks now. "Yes, Kirk. We’re going to have a baby."

And then, to my astonishment, he started to cry. He wrapped his arms around my waist, pressing his face into my stomach, his shoulders shaking with sobs. I could feel his tears soaking through my shirt.

"Oh my God," he said, looking up at me with a beaming smile through his tears. "This is the best thing you've ever told me."

I laughed through my own tears, overwhelmed by the intensity of his joy. I ran my fingers through his long hair. "I was so scared you'd be upset," I admitted in a whisper.

"Upset?" He stood up and cupped my face in his hands, kissing me deeply. "I’ve never been happier in my life."

𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 ¹⁹⁸⁸

I stood in the tiny bathroom, staring at the positive pregnancy test in my hand. The noise from the concert outside was deafening, but all I could hear was the thundering of my own heartbeat. How was I going to tell James? He was a rockstar, living the wild life. Would he even want to settle down? Ever?

It was scary, trembling in the bathroom alone, staring at the evidence of James' baby growing inside me, all while he thrashed around on stage, none the wiser.

My hands were practically vibrating as I walked backstage. James was there, shirtless and sweaty, coming down from the high of performing. He grinned when he saw me, pulling me into a bear hug. He did this a lot.

"Hey, babe! Did you see the crowd tonight? They were insane!"

"Yeah," I said weakly, trying to muster a smile. "They were pretty crazy."

He instantly could tell something was off. His smile drooped, and he quirked a brow at me with worry. "What’s wrong? You're pale, honey."

I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. "James, there's something serious I need to tell you."

His eyes narrowed, and he took my hands in his. "Okay, shoot. I'm right here."

"I'm pregnant," I blurted out, unable to hold it in any longer. "I just found out, and I… I don’t know what to do. I’m so scared, James."

For a millisecond, he just stared at me. Then, to my complete shock, a huge grin wiped across his face. "Holy shit!" he exclaimed, pulling me up around him and spinning. "That’s fucking amazing!"

I blinked, taken aback. "You're… happy?"

"Happy?" He pulled back to look at me, his eyes shining with excitement. "Honey, I'm fucking ecstatic! We're having a baby! Can you believe that?"

He placed his hand gently on my tummy, his eyes softening to an extent I'd never seen. "Hey there, little guy," he said softly.

Tears filled my eyes, and I let out a chuckle of pure relief. "I was so scared," I confessed.

"Baby, this is the best news ever!" He kissed me again, his hands never leaving my stomach.

𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐅 ¹⁹⁸⁵

I sat on the edge of the bed, the pregnancy test clutched in my hand. My heart was pounding against my ribs, and I felt like I might be sick. How was I going to tell Cliff? He was so calm and sweet, but this was huge. Surely he didn’t want this?

When Cliff walked into the room, he immediately noticed my distressed face. "Hey, what’s wrong, love?" he asked, concern lacing his buttery words.

I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. "Cliff, I..."

He took my hands in his, squeezing them gently. "Whatever it is, we’ll do it together. Tell me what's happening, sweetheart."

"I’m pregnant," I choked out, my voice barely heard over my quiet cries. "I just found out, and... and I’m s-so scared, Cliff. I don’t know what to do."

For a moment, he just stared at me, a small frown on his face. "Are you serious?" he asked, his voice soft and uncertain.

"Yes," I said, tears building up in my eyes. "I’m really scared, Cliff. I don’t want to lose you."

Cliffs tense face calmed, and he pulled me into a gentle hug. "Hey, hey," he murmured, rubbing my back. His long, slender fingers were warm and firm. "Don’t cry. I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere."

I buried my face in his chest, sobbing. "I thought you didn't want this."

He pulled back slightly, cupping my face in his hands. "I want this more than anything," he said softly. "I could never leave you, let alone you and our baby."

His words comforted me so immensely. Something I hadn’t felt since I saw the positive test. "You’re not mad? O-or upset?" I asked, desperately needing to hear it again.

"Mad?" He chuckled, shaking his head. "My love, how could I be mad at my beautiful, pregnant girlfriend?"

He kissed me gently, his hands resting on my still-flat stomach. "I love you," he whispered against my lips. "And I love our baby. We’re going to be just fine."

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mxdimitrescu · 22 hours

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Can you please do a Twice imagine where the usually shy reader is under in under influence and profusely confessing their love to them and the members just getting flustered and amused.

I hope this meets your expectation. It was fun to write this, send in more requests!

Unexpected Surprise

(Masterlist)

The music was loud, the lights flashed in every color imaginable, and the atmosphere at the party was electric. TWICE had decided to throw a small celebration to commemorate the success of their latest album. You, a close friend of the group, had been invited to join the festivities, which you happily accepted.

Normally, you were reserved, the kind of person who stayed in the background and enjoyed the company of others without drawing too much attention to yourself. You couldn't help but blush and get nervous whenever you talked to any of the TWICE members. But tonight was different. It was almost midnight, and you had perhaps indulged a bit too much in the alcohol.

As the party slowly dwindled down, the guests left one by one until you were the last one remaining. With all the alcohol running through your body, you felt more relaxed than usual. The shy barrier you usually held up was nowhere to be found, replaced by a giddy sense of freedom.

You spotted the TWICE members scattered around the room, cleaning up. In your slightly inebriated state, you felt a surge of emotion rise within you—an emotion that had been buried for a long time.

You looked around, and your eyes landed on Nayeon, who was laughing at something Jeongyeon had said while picking up the beer cans. Taking a deep breath, you made your way over to her, a determined expression on your face.

“Nayeon!” you called out, your voice louder than you had intended. She turned towards you, a smile already forming on her lips.

“Hey! Y/N, you’re looking lively tonight!” Nayeon exclaimed, clearly surprised by your bold approach.

“I... I need to tell you something,” you stammered, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. Despite the alcohol in your system, you still felt a bit nervous.

Nayeon’s smile softened, and she gestured for you to continue. “What is it?”

“I... I love you, Nayeon. I’ve loved you for so long,” you blurted out, your words tumbling over each other in a rush. “You’re so beautiful and kind and funny. You always make me feel special, even when I’m too shy to say anything.”

Nayeon’s eyes widened, and a faint blush crept up her cheeks. She glanced around to see each of the TWICE members looking at both of you before turning back to cleaning. “Y/N, that’s so sweet,” she said softly. “But...”

Before she could continue, you spotted Jeongyeon nearby. Fueled by newfound courage, you turned to her next. “Jeongyeon! I need to tell you something too.”

Jeongyeon raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by your antics. “Oh? And what’s that?”

“I love you too, Jeongyeon,” you declared, your voice carrying over the music that was still playing. “You’re always so cool and confident. You make me feel safe, like everything’s going to be okay.”

Jeongyeon laughed, a light, musical sound. “Wow, Y/N. That’s quite the confession. Are you sure you’re okay?”

You nodded vigorously, your head spinning a little from the alcohol and the rush of adrenaline. “I’m fine! I just... I need to say it. I need you all to know how much I love you.”

Your eyes scanned the room, landing on Momo, was cleaning up. You made your way over to her, stumbling slightly as you went.

“Momo!” you called out, your voice almost a shout.

Momo turned around, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. “Y/N? What’s up?”

“I love you, Momo,” you said earnestly. “You’re so talented and passionate. When you dance, it’s like magic. You inspire me every day.”

Momo’s cheeks turned pink, and she giggled. “Thank you, Y/N. That’s really sweet.”

You moved on to Sana, who was chatting with Mina and Jihyo. “Sana! I need to tell you something,” you said, your voice wavering slightly.

Sana looked at you, a mischievous glint in her eye. “What’s that, Y/N?”

“I love you, Sana. You’re so cheerful and positive. You always know how to make me smile, even when I’m feeling down.”

Sana’s smile widened, and she pulled you into a hug. “Aww, Y/N! You’re so adorable!”

Mina and Jihyo exchanged amused looks as you turned to them. “I love you both too,” you said, your voice cracking with emotion.

“Mina, you’re so elegant and graceful. You make everything look effortless. And Jihyo, you’re such a great leader. You always know what to say and do. I look up to you so much.”

Mina’s eyes softened, and she gave you a gentle smile. “Thank you, Y/N. That means a lot.”

Jihyo nodded, her eyes twinkling with affection. “You’re too sweet, Y/N.”

You turned to Dahyun, Chaeyoung, and Tzuyu, who were standing together near the refreshments table picking up the empty cups.

“I love you guys too,” you said, your voice full of conviction. “Dahyun, you’re so funny and bright. You always know how to lighten the mood. Chaeyoung, you’re so creative and unique. You see the world in such a special way. And Tzuyu, you’re so kind and gentle. You have the biggest heart.”

Dahyun laughed, her eyes sparkling. “Y/N, you’re on a roll tonight!”

Chaeyoung grinned, giving you a thumbs-up. “Thanks, Y/N. That’s really nice of you to say.”

Tzuyu blushed, looking down at her feet. “Thank you, Y/N. That’s very sweet.”

By this point, the rest of the TWICE members had gathered around, clearly entertained by your heartfelt confessions. Nayeon stepped forward, placing a hand on your shoulder. “Y/N, we all love you too,” she said gently. “You’re an important part of our lives.”

Jeongyeon nodded in agreement. “Yeah, we’re lucky to have you as a friend.”

Momo giggled, hugging you tightly. “You’re so cute, Y/N!”

Sana joined in the hug, followed by Mina, Jihyo, Dahyun, Chaeyoung, and Tzuyu. Surrounded by the warmth and affection of the members, you felt a wave of happiness wash over you. Even though your confessions had been fueled by alcohol, the emotions behind them were genuine.

As the cleaning continued, you found yourself sitting on the couch while the members kept a close eye on you, making sure you stayed safe and hydrated. They teased you playfully about your declarations, but there was an underlying sense of appreciation and love that permeated the air.

After the cleaning finished, Nayeon, Jeongyeon, and Momo joined you on the couch.

“Y/N,” Nayeon said softly, “we know you were a bit tipsy tonight, but we really appreciate what you said. It takes a lot of courage to express your feelings like that.”

Jeongyeon nodded. “And we want you to know that we care about you a lot. You’re like family to us.”

Momo leaned her head on your shoulder, her voice gentle. “We love you too, Y/N. Always.”

You smiled, feeling a sense of contentment and belonging. “Thank you, guys. I love you all so much.”

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gg-neptune · 2 days

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Bad Day

A night with Sev after a bad day. Hope you like it. :) Sorry for grammar errors (I love this pic)

Pairing: Severus x Reader

Words: 0.7k

Warings: None

It had been a long day for the both of you

Severus has had multiple students' potions go wrong leaving his classroom a mess and the poor man tired beyond belief

And you had so many disrespectful students you couldn't even recall them all as you thought back about the day that had just occurred

Not to mention a student had managed to somehow set one of your curtains on fire, meaning you now needed a new curtain

Without even thinking as soon as the last student left your classroom you gathered your belongings and headed to Severus’s chambers promptly locking the door behind you leaving a note to those that had detention to wait till tomorrow or something

You didn’t really care what they did at this point you just wanted to curl up in a ball and sleep

As you were walking to Sev’s chambers in the dungeons you passed his classroom which was already locked

When you arrived, you decided to at least be polite and knock on his door

“What do you- oh. Hello there.”

You pushed past him ignoring his snappy tone before he realized it was you

You forced the door closed before you wrapped your arms around him clinging to him as if you let go, he wouldn't be there anymore

It took a while before you let go but when you finally did you took notice of the tired expression on his face

“Bad day,” you asked tucking some of his raven hair behind his ear

He simply shook his head before leaning down to give you a gentle kiss

“Me too”

Both of you were still in your teaching robes and after decided to not go to the Great Hall for dinner you both just took a quick shower together

It wasn't your room, so you didn’t have any of your clothes, so you were forced to wear his

Not that you minded

You grabbed the giant blanket off the side of his couch and draped it over yourself curling into a ball savoring it’s warmth as he observed you

“Comfy?”

“No.”

He gave you a questioning look until you reached your arms out inviting him to join you and of course not being able to say no to you he did

His big arms wrapped around you tightly as you settled against his chest one hand pressing against his chest and the other going up to cup his face

“As I am enjoying this, if I stay here any longer, I will not get up,” Severus said gently into your hair. His tone was sad almost like he regretted it.

“What’s wrong with that?”

“You need to eat, love.”

You groaned in displeasure not wanting to let you of your human body pillow

“I know. I’m so evil. What do you want to eat?”

“I’m not hungry,” you claim as you cling to him tighter refusing to let him get up. Even if it was for a good reason.

“Hmmm. Ok.”

Suddenly his arms tighten around you, and he hoists you up carrying you with him to his mini kitchen.

You simply accept this change instead of trying to fight something you know you’ll lose and snuggle closer to the man.

“I’ve got some uh… chicken wings?”

“You eat chicken wings?”

“No, I don't know why they're here. I did not buy these.”

You giggle slightly as you look at the box of frozen chicken wings.

“How about we just tell Dumbledore your unwell and I need to take care of you, and I get some food from the Great Hall for us?”

The man just stared at you still holding you in his arms.

“Or not.”

Eventually he decided to just go steal food from the Great Hall. He returns with two plates full of food.

“Thank you Sev.”

“‘Course.”

You sit down on the floor and eat at the coffee table in his living room

Once you are both satisfied you store whatever is left over and resume your place on the couch

He seems much happier since he’s been with you tonight

You know you are

You gently ran your thumb over his soft skin as he hummed in content as he tried to relax a bit

His arms felt safe and secure as if it was the safest place in the world

For you it probably was

You mindlessly began to play with his dark hair

Until you heard a soft snore

You turned your attention to his face only to notice he had fallen asleep

Gently you wrapped your arms around him falling asleep as well grateful to have him by your side

#pro snape #pro severus #severus snape #professor snape #pro severus snape #snape #snape fandom #snape fluff #snape x reader #snape x reader fluff #severus snape headcanons #snape cute #overprotective snape #snape cuddle #severus

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artfartt · 2 months

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Ok so I may have a problem…

#artfartt the chatterbox #I CAN’T STOP BOOPING MYSELF IT’S TOO ADORABLE HELP-#the little paws are everything I wanna scream #I’ve just been giggling at them for a while #welp time to continue this mayhem #idk what else to tag

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pinkstations · 3 months

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Husbands sharing a scarf

#I was giggling like a schoolgirl while drawing this #GOD it’s just SO cute #I don’t think I’ve ever been so giddie about my own fanart but I just love Them #erasermic #my art #fanart #aizawa shota #yamada hizashi #mha #bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #I hope the background gives the vibes of an early morning walk without me having to actually draw a background #I hate backgrounds sorry

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atsumou · 24 days

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why does no one talk about the sadness you feel when you lose interest in your best hobbies

#‧₊˚ 𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾. lunar letters #ik im writing for no one but i don’t get that thrill anymore whenever i write #i REALLY thought taking that long ass break from writing AND this app was gonna help #i have so so many ideas but the thought of writing them out is just meh #ik its not supposed to make me feel like its a burden but i’ve been feeling like this since last year May LMAOOOO #yeah i guess its more than just a burnout #its like. i used to feel all the emotions i describe when i write but nowadays it feels so monotonous #i used to get hot n bothered while writing smut #i used to giggle n kick my feet while writing fluff #i used to take breathers while writing angst #now its just ol straight-faced me against my laptop screen

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sunnibits · 28 days

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#just realized it’s been almost an entire year since one of my most beloved tumblr moots just disappeared :((((#I miss them so bad :( come back :(((#I was just scrolling through old convo screenshots and FUCK it’s been a while since I’ve had a really good moot convo #no offense to any of my current moots obviously I’ve had great convos with y’all!!!#I just remember like. literally staying up until 1am on my phone texting them about izzy kicking my feet and giggling #like we were kids at a sleepover. just screaming over that old man for hours #fuck those were good fucking times #internet friends disappearing sucks ass so bad :(#I’m emo now

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caramello-styles · 1 year

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there is just some things so endearing seeing lewis capaldi perform on stage

#DIDN’T REALISE THIS GOT LONG SO BEWARE—#ever since his performance at the brits I’ve been watching his other shows #the way he laughed or giggled mid song when the audience sing the lyrics back to him in full power #—maybe he saw something funny in the crowd??#or the fans’ expressions while singing the lyrics??#or maybe he was just purely in awe of them idk I just love it when he suddenly laughed #the way he stopped the instruments all together just before the last part of the song #—perhaps that was his way of edging the crowd lmao #and on the last song he’d ask the audience to sing over and over again as if he didn’t want to stop the concert #the way he carried himself and singing perfectly even when he twitched alot #giving thumbs up to his band signing that he’s okay #he always managed to pulled himself flawlessly after distractions #writing this made me reminisce why I love and enjoy his record in the first place #it’s amazing how every song there are memories behind it #for me it was mid 2019 as I stumbled upon his masterpieces #instantly clicked with the songs and his personality #God bless you lewis :’)#rambles

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alxclaremont · 1 year

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many thinky thoughts are being thinky thunk

#this sentence is so funny to me rn im giggling #anyway #thinking about how i’ve met so many wonderful people in college in just this past semester #like. i’ve one of my bestest friends who is one of the people im going to be living with next year along with two of my other #bestest besties who i went to hs with but absolutely adore. i love all three of them so much #and then there’s a whole group of wonderful people from a club that i joined that i’ve been so thankful to call each one of them my friends #when i genuinely went into that not knowing if they would end up not liking me because i was sick during the retreat and couldn’t initially #meet them or anyone else from the upper committees #and then i unexpectedly became the best of friends with a ta from one of my classes and i love her she’s so great #not to mention all of the other wonderful people ive met randomly and dont see that much but appreciate nonetheless #im so excited to meet even more people next school year when i start joining new clubs #whenever i get asked ‘whats one thing you want to do while youre here’ and i always answer meet new people #i absolutely love and adore meeting new people and the college i go to has more than delivered that #it’s genuinely so welcoming to be here and it feels like the home i haven’t felt for the past year and a half #i truly don’t think i would’ve connected very well with people at any other college than i have this one #like obviously i would’ve adjusted and odds are i would have been fine but i really do just love it here #the people and thr atmosphere and the campus and everything makes it so worth it #post about loving my friends turn post about loving my college #brought to you by a BeReal one of my bestest besties posted with the caption #‘missing our fourth piece’ aka me because i am currently not back at my college yet and thus am not with them #when i tell y’all i started sobbing my eyes out upon reading that #anyway. i am getting too emotional for 3am and i think this is just a jumble of thoughts and words #so i am going to bed (hopefully)#lacey talks

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kentopedia · 7 months

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.𖥔 ݁ ˖ LEAVING LIPSTICK STAINS ON LEVI

fem!reader, sfw, fluff, you leave lipstick all over levi before a mission and the scouts find out, just something super cutesy & short while i work on some longer pieces hehe, pls ignore errors lol, 1.3k words

“promise you’ll come back in one piece?” you say, smoothing the wrinkle between levi’s brow with a kiss.

he glances up at you from under his lashes, crinkling his nose as a short, breathy laugh escapes him, one he tries to subdue. still, he can’t deny the happiness that slips onto his features, not when joy is so fleeting because of the life that the two of you live.

cold hands run across your back, down to your hips as you straighten his collar, kissing his sharp cheekbones, the bridge of his nose. “i’ve made it this far, haven’t i?” levi mutters, squeezing your sides gently before shifting you off of his lap.

he lifts you, sets you on the edge of his desk, causing some of the papers that erwin had dropped off earlier to crinkle. a smile graces your lips as levi stands, stretching his limbs behind him, the chair pushing away from the desk with a creak.

“i’m going to be late because of you,” levi remarks, eyes narrowed playfully, but he gives you another kiss on the lips, lingering there like it’s painful to pull away.

“then stop kissing me.” your hands splay across his chest, but you don’t push him away, feeling his heart beat under his ribcage, the melody that you will always come back to. still, levi tugs your hips forward, slots in between your legs, and kisses you even deeper. “it’s time for you to go, captain levi.”

a heavy sigh weighs against your mouth, his exhale warm as he pulls back. “sounds like you want me gone.”

“of course i don’t.” your voice softens as you play with his fingers for a moment, before he's tugging them away gently, withdrawing from your figure. “i'm going to have to find someone else to sleep next to while you’re away."

normally, you would’ve been going with levi and the rest of the scouts, but an injury from your last mission prevented you from going on any more for a few weeks.

levi snorts, putting on his jacket, fixing the leather straps across his chest. “is that all i’m good for? killing titans and keeping your bed warm?”

you make a face at him, then shrug, half-hearted as he stares back at you with amusement. then, you laugh, cheerful and free; you know levi will come back to you. he has no other choice.

levi makes his way towards the door.

“levi?”

he turns, the lipstick stains still visible on his cheek, dark against his pale skin. for a moment, you wonder if you should tell him—if he’d be mad if you didn’t.

but then you remember he’s going to meet with a squad of fifteen year olds that have all almost died alongside him. if they really have a problem with their captain being loved by you, then they don’t care about him as much as you thought.

you smile and shake your head, voice holding just enough mischief for levi to notice. “just be safe. i love you.”

he softens. there are times where levi is hesitant to say the words, still worried you will be taken from him. but this is not one of those times. not when you will be separated for days, his life once again in danger. “i love you too, sweetheart.”

within ten minutes, levi is down to the first floor, pushing into the room where the members of his squad are already waiting.

he’s only a minute late, but he feels like they must have been waiting for hours, the way that they are all gawking at him with wide eyes, connie’s jaw faltering slightly. “everyone here?” levi asks, doing a quick scan of the room, counting heads like he’s their babysitter.

no one says anything. eren’s eyes look like they might bulge out of his head, and jean covers his mouth, looking away as him and sasha let out a stifled giggle.

levi’s mouth draws into an even thinner line. “what the hell are you snickering about?" he grumbles, looking at each of them individually, wondering who will be the first to confess.

their eyes dart away dramatically, faces red. even eren, who is normally more obnoxious than the rest, seems to have run out of words to say.

his eye twitches; levi wonders if connie’s head might burst, or if sasha’s laugh will rip out of her first.

“well?” levi asks again, snapping, already tired of this mission. a hot cup of tea sounds nice, in bed next to you.

armin, as usual, is the one to speak up when no one else has anything intelligent to say. “well, sir,” the blonde says, gesturing towards his own face. “i think…”

levi touches his cheek, remembering all the places you’d kissed him earlier, wearing that pretty black dress and your dark lipstick. a sigh leaves him when he pulls his fingers away, the tips coming back, smeared with a deep red.

he should've known.

“i see," levi says, staring for a moment, before meeting eren's eyes, his lips finally widening into a grin.

“ooooh," eren sings, his expression smug as mikasa elbows him, her own features pinched tight. "the captain’s in looooove."

levi knows they are expecting a reaction, a spectacle of the fact that he adores you. but he’s never kept it a secret, and he’s certainly not ashamed of all the things he feels for you.

“and what if i am?” levi asks instead, pointedly staring eren down as the rest of the scouts watch the exchange. “honestly, i am surprised no one noticed sooner.”

eren’s jaw falters a bit; a small wave of silence falls over the scouts. you and levi don't make a point of hiding your relationship, but really, levi shouldn’t have been surprised that no one in his squad was observant enough to notice.

or so he thought, anyway.

historia’s smaller, high-pitched voice breaks up the quiet, repeating your name back to him, as if affirmation that you’re the one he kisses goodnight. a silly question really, considering levi has never looked at anyone else with the same kind of tenderness.

“it is her, isn’t it?” historia asks, smiling softly. “i only know because you’re always holding hands under the table when you think no one can see.”

levi raises his eyebrow. “clearly we were wrong about that.” though, of all the things to notice, he thought it’d be the way you kiss him after every mission, the way he’s harder on you than anyone else because he doesn’t want to lose you.

eren shrieks your name like he’s never heard it before, and levi is starting to wonder if the boy actually is an idiot. his old squad had known immediately; petra caught you sneaking up to levi’s quarters when you thought everyone else was asleep, kissing him on the cheek when you thought everyone's back was turned.

it’s been a long time since then, he supposes. maybe the years have taught you subtlety.

“how long have you been together?”

“does she actually like you?”

“do you—” connie makes a lewd gesture with his fingers. “you know.”

“connie!” jean shouts, whacking him on the back of the head. “what do you think! dumbass.”

“hey!" connie says, rubbing his head. “geez. i just can’t picture it.”

"i’d rather you didn’t." levi’s face turns sour, disturbed by a room full of teenagers discussing his private and romantic life. “bring it up again and i’ll leave you outside of the wall on the next mission.” he pauses, crosses his arms with an exasperated exhale. “and she likes me just fine. at least, she has for the past five years.”

“five—”

a new wave of questioning starts and levi pinches his temples, shakes his head, the red smear of lipstick still on his face.

levi almost wishes you could’ve been there to field the questions instead. you’ve always been better with the kids, connected with them a lot easier than levi had.

even if it was would’ve exposed his lovesick eyes, the tiny lift of the corner of his mouth when you were around.

he’s never been very good about hiding it anyway.

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obaex · 3 months

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(not) my girl - rafe cameron

summary: if rafe cameron is so sure he doesn't need to be seen with you at midsummers, you are more than happy to oblige (or) the time you drove rafe insane with jealousy.

word count: 3.4k

a/n: inspired by this post by the sweet @writingsbychlo ♡

You were curled up on Rafe’s lap, head resting on his shoulder with his arms circled around you and his fingers mindlessly tracing patterns on your thigh as he talked with his friends around the firepit in his backyard.

You had been hooking up for a few months and recently you felt like you were right on the cusp of him asking you to make things official, exclusive. You were spending nearly every night together and every time he asked to talk or wanted to hang out you got your hopes up that this would be the time he brought it up, only to be crushed over and over again.

Deep down, you knew how Rafe felt. People who were ‘just hooking up’ didn’t beg you to stay every morning, didn’t make room in their dresser for you, didn’t wake you up with featherlight kisses to your cheeks, your forehead, your nose, face breaking into a ridiculous smile when your eyes fluttered open to find his drinking you in, they didn’t call you during a panic attack after fighting with their dad, pleading to hear your voice as the only thing that would calm them down. No, you were pretty sure you knew exactly how this boy felt, but you wanted him to acknowledge it. You ached to hear him say with pride ‘that’s my girl’, to mark you as his own.

Your eyes flitted across the fire to your best friend Olivia who wiggled her eyebrows at the sight of you and Rafe together, all too aware of the situationship you were in and how badly you wanted him. You blushed and rolled your eyes back at her, just trying to enjoy this small moment where he showed his affection for you in front of other people. She winked at you before interrupting the conversation.

“Sooo, who is everyone taking to Midsummers?”

You shot her a look that screamed what the hell are you doing!? You were still holding out hope that Rafe was going to ask you, even though it was less than a week away. Maybe he had an elaborate, last-minute surprise planned?

“Feel pretty good about my date” Kelce murmured, pressing a kiss to Olivia’s cheek as she giggled. “What about you Top, still intent on macking on Rafe’s sister?” he asked. Topper threw an empty beer can at him as everyone laughed.

“I don’t know why we even bother with dates” Rafe said. “We’re just gonna dick around together all night anyway, there’s no point.” He took a swig of his beer without meeting your gaze. You felt your cheeks warm in embarrassment and a painful ache in your throat as you tried to hold back the tears that threatened to spring forward. You met Olivia’s gaze again and she nodded encouragingly towards Rafe.

“W-what about me, Cameron?” you asked, trying to mask your feelings, to sound chill as you poked him in the side.

He looked at you sweetly, “C’mon and say what when my dad asks about you? ‘Hey dad, here’s the girl I’ve been sneaking through the back door every night and smashing while you and Rose are three doors down? Hard pass.” He laughed, focusing back on his beer and his friends as you felt his hand slide off your leg.

You allowed yourself to be genuinely upset for three days.

You didn’t sleep at Tanneyhill for the first time in months, you didn’t even answer his texts which grew increasingly more insistent the more you ignored them. You stayed home, you cried, and you contemplated what the fuck you were doing with your life. Was that really all you were to him – just someone he was sneaking around with? Did you somehow become that girl, too naïve and too stupid to see that she wasn’t and would never be anything more than a hookup?

You thought about the way Rafe reached for you and held you in his sleep, the way his hands ghosted over your body, the things he’d whisper in your ear, the times you’d ridden shotgun in his truck or he’d taken you to his favorite spot on the beach… Your heart was so sure about him, but your head throbbed with the echo of his words.

You and Olivia talked incessantly about it, dissecting everything he’d said. “Maybe he just needs a little push, a little… motivation?” she suggested, and the more you talked about it, the more you realized she was right.

If Rafe Cameron was so sure he didn’t need to be seen with you at Midsummers, you were more than happy to oblige.

The last of the hot summer sun was settling over the ocean as you climbed the front steps of the Island Club in daring three-inch heels; the added height gave your figure a perfect sway that simply begged people to watch you as you walked by. Your dress had a thigh-high slit, open back, and was the perfect color for your skin tone, illuminating you; the neckline was devilishly tantalizing, giving the desired effect of drawing all eyes to the dazzling diamond pendant that reflected the setting sun.

Rafe heard you before he saw you; rather, he heard a sea of murmurs rippling through the crowd which drew his attention to the doors just as you walked through by yourself, essentially announcing to the island that you were alone for the night.

“Geezus” he heard Topper mutter under his breath as he took you in. Normally, he would have known better and normally Rafe would have put his head through a wall for glaring at you the way he was, but even though his fists clenched in response and he wanted to turn and say something to him, he simply couldn’t take his eyes off of you; “Geezus” didn’t even begin to cover it.

You were always undeniably beautiful to Rafe: when you wore his oversized sweatshirt around the fire pit, when you were makeup-less in your wet bikini at the beach, and especially when you were wearing next to nothing tangled up in his limbs and his soft sheets, but the dress you had on, the way your hair shone in the last rays of the sun, the way you were positively radiating had his pulse throbbing in his neck, his adam’s apple bobbing and his palms sweating. Fuck, I am so happy she’s mine he thought to himself, smiling and moving to walk towards you as your eyes met his across the crowd.

You were glowing at him and sent him a discreet smile as you greeted people and made your way in his direction. He couldn’t wait to get his hands on you, to have you at his side so everyone knew you were his. You approached your friends, dropping a kiss on Topper and Kelce’s cheeks before doing the same to Rafe. You made to move past him quickly, intent on talking to Olivia when he grabbed your hand.

“Hey, hold up you-you look…” he started to say, trying and struggling to find the words to capture the way his heart was pounding in his chest.

Your wide eyes met his expectantly and just when he opened his mouth to speak, they flitted over his shoulder.

“Oh! Sorry, Rafey! Just saw someone I want to catch up with, I’ll see you later” and without another word you walked away, leaving Rafe Cameron, the King of Kildare staring and stuttering after you.

You were walking away from him? he thought. You had seemed so adamant about this whole Midsummers thing, dropping hints about going together and now here he was, practically ready to get down on one knee at the sight of you, and you were walking away from him? He was speechless. He turned to watch you go… right into the arms of another man. He looked to be about your age, the same height and a similar build as Rafe, because of course Rafe was sizing him up, how could he not? This guy had his paws all over his girl. And then, after a moment’s realization, he thought darkly, she’s not your girl…

You had greeted this guy with a huge hug, and he’d nearly lifted you off the ground, now he had your full attention and you were laughing at something he said, the most sweet and perfect sound that Rafe wanted only for himself.

As everyone took their seat for dinner, you intentionally positioned yourself across the table from Rafe. The slight of not sitting next to him where he could run his fingers up your thigh or tangle them in your own left him fidgeting instead, buttoning and unbuttoning his jacket and swirling his drink. What the fuck did I used to do with my hands? he thought angrily.

You paid him no mind, instead, leaning forward on your elbows and toying with the diamond pendant around your neck, fingering it, twirling it and sliding it back and forth on its chain.

“Holy DIAMOND, girl!” Olivia said as she took note of your necklace and leaned over to get a closer look. “Is it new, where is it from?” her eyes shot from you to Rafe and back again.

He glared at you both over the rim of his glass as he took a deep gulp, trying to act unphased but also extremely curious to hear your answer knowing damn well it wasn’t from him.

Your eyes flitted to Rafe briefly before you leaned towards Olivia, lowering your voice, but not so low that he couldn’t hear you. “It was… a gift from… someone special” you said winking conspiratorially at her.

Rafe choked on his drink just as someone was standing up at the front of the crowd to make a speech, shifting everyone’s attention and interrupting the slew of words that nearly poured out of his mouth.

Who the fuck on Kildare fucking Island was buying his girl jewelry? he thought. And then, again, he reminded himself, she’s not your girl… the thought making his whole body tense, rigid and taught in anger and frustration.

For the next 20 minutes, all he could do was stare at you as you twiddled that ridiculous necklace in your fingers, imagining what it would be like to rip it off of you and replace it with something twice as nice. He was mentally calculating how much he would spend and how quickly he could get it when JJ Maybank passed by their table. Rafe had a snarky comment on the tip of his tongue until he watched JJ do a double take at you and stop in his tracks.

Don’t do it, Maybank, Rafe thought. Don’t you dare do it.

He watched JJ eye you and the distance between you and Rafe and, deeming it safe, peddled back, pulling a glass of champagne off his tray and handing it to you with a flourish. He knelt down next to your seat and when you turned to talk to him, it left JJ perfectly eye level with your cleavage. He was whispering something to you and you rested your hand on his bicep as you leaned forward to hear him. Rafe could see you blushing, and he watched Maybank take in every greedy eyeful of you. Rafe stood up so abruptly, it knocked his chair over and rattled the plates on the table. Everyone looked up at him, including you, and for the first time that night he had your full attention as your eyes widened at his reaction.

“YN, inside, let’s go” he said simply, walking to your side of the table.

You raised an eyebrow at him and his demanding tone.

“And Maybank if you don’t stop staring at her tits, I will put your face through this table.”

JJ quickly stood up and backed away with his hands raised in surrender as Rafe approached you.

“Rafe we were just—” you started.

“— Inside. Now” he said, taking you forcefully by the arm and leading you inside and into the locker room.

“Rafe! Come on! Stop it! I want to spend the night with my friends, I don’t know what you possibly have to be mad at” you said in resistance.

And that was the very last straw for him.

“WHAT I HAVE TO BE MAD AT?!” he said, incredulous, nearly shouting. “Where do I even begin with you!? You blow me off all week, then you waltz in here looking like an absolute bombshell, wearing next to nothing – I swear to God, I’ve seen you in bikinis with more material - every guy here is leering at you. Then you’re talking to that jackass who had his hands all over you…” he said, exasperated.

At this point he was pacing, his voice continuing to rise in anger and frustration. “…And then Maybank?! Maybank of all people?! He was flirting with you right in front of me. Was it to make me jealous? Is that what this is all about? Because I’m about to lose my fucking mind YN” he said running his hands through his hair, giving you sick pleasure knowing it took him probably an hour to style it. A surprised if not amused look rested on your face as you continued to twirl your necklace in your fingers.

“And who the fuck gave you that” he pointed accusingly at the diamond in your hand, not giving you a single second to respond, “No. Absolutely not. Take it off. Right now” he said, walking briskly towards you in an effort to do it himself.

You held out a hand to stop him.

“I don’t know what the big deal is Rafe” you said innocently. “What difference does it make? I’m just the girl you’re sneaking through your back door every night to smash” you shrugged, your eyes burning at him.

His eyes widened as he heard his own words on your lips.

“No, that’s – that’s not – I didn’t mean” he stuttered.

You gave him a vicious look as you watched the gears turn in his head and he tried to string a sentence together.

“Look, I didn’t mean it like that – I shouldn’t have – what I meant was – ahh, fuck it” he said, taking a step forward and closing the distance between you in an instant, one hand holding your face firmly as he pushed you against the lockers and the other coming to rest on the wall beside you, caging you in against him as he pressed his lips bruisingly to yours, devouring you, just like he’d wanted to do all night.

You wanted to stay strong, to argue, to tell him he wasn’t going to win you over like this. But he was. He so so was as he deepened the kiss almost instantly and the pad of his thumb ran across your cheek sending a shiver through your body. When he finally felt you relent and kiss him back, winding your arms around his neck and pulling yourself flush to him he let out a small groan that almost made you forget the whole point of tonight. Almost.

You pulled back, leaving not even an inch between you. The feeling of you kissing him had calmed him down significantly. His breathing had slowed but his cheeks were still flushed and his hair was mussed. He lingered there, his nose brushing yours as he stroked your cheek.

“You’re my girl” he whispered finally.

“Are you asking or telling?” you whispered back.

“Do I really need to ask, princess?” he said, meeting your gaze with his own.

You raised an eyebrow at him threateningly.

He rolled his eyes and said in a sigh, “Be mine?”

You bit your bottom lip and pretended to think about it. “Gosh, I don’t know” you said, pressing a slow kiss to his lips “M’might have to think about it” you said, pressing another kiss there, lingering longer “Mm’might need some convincing” you said, kissing him again and running your hands up his chest.

His voice was low but steady, “I will take you home right now and convince you as many times as you need me to” he said, kissing you back through a smile.

“Deal” you replied sweetly.

You moved to leave but he didn’t let you go and when you met his gaze, his brow was furrowed, his eyes searching yours. “I am serious though, about this, about you” he said. “I’m sorry I fucked up.” He looked uncharacteristically bashful, unsure even. “Really, are you mine?” he whispered.

“Yes, Rafe,” you said as your heart fluttered in your chest “All yours.”

He smiled stupidly, so far gone for you as he kissed you again. You were completely lost in the moment until he muttered against you, “Then please for the love of God will you take that necklace off and tell me who in the hell thought they could buy you something like that?”

You met his eyes strongly, the last embers of your pain crackling there.

“No” you said simply, continuing quickly when he tried to interrupt you. “I’m going to keep it and wear it whenever I damn well please to remind you of what you have and what you sure as hell want don’t want to lose.”

He looked genuinely shocked to hear you challenge him like that and you could see a tic in his jaw as he worked it back and forth in anger.

“I… hate that” he growled. “What if I buy you something nicer?”

You shrugged noncommittally and he shook his head at you. “Fine, let’s get out of here, that dress is killing me and I have a lot of convincing I want to do to you right now.” You giggled as he grabbed your hand and led you back outside, pressing a kiss to the side of your head.

When you rejoined the party there were a few murmurs and glances as you hung off his arm. Were you imagining it, or was he taking the long way back to your table, intentionally parading you around the patio and staring daggers at anyone whose gaze lingered too long? Being seen together at Midsummers was basically shouting from the rooftops that you were official. You were glowing, he was too. You said goodbye to your friends and within minutes you were in his truck headed back to Tanneyhill, his hand rubbing circles higher and higher on your thigh, your fingers in his hair.

He threw the car in park and scooped you over his shoulder, carrying you all the way upstairs like that, which had you shrieking in delight. He didn’t set you down until you were in his room and he kissed you feverishly, his hands cupping your face, before his fingers traced your neck, nearing your necklace.

“Rafe” you muttered against his lips, a warning.

“Just tell me who” he muttered back, unable to let it go and kissing you deeper in the hopes of convincing you. “I’m already gonna to buy you a new one, you’ll never wear this again, but I need to know. Can’t stop thinking about someone else with their hands on you” he said as he guided you backwards towards his bed, pushing you gently onto his comforter and crawling on top of you.

“I don’t like it. I do not fucking like it” he growled against your lips. Under his anger, you detected a hint of vulnerability and you broke your kiss just long enough to look into his eyes, which gazed longingly at you as they searched your face. Perhaps you had tortured this poor boy enough.

You sighed, relenting.

“Olivia” you said.

He looked at you, completely confused for only a moment before the realization dawned on his face and he hung his head.

“There isn’t anyone else” he said in equal parts relief, frustration and embarrassment.

You shook your head at him.

“God I’m so fucking stupid” he said.

You giggled before reaching behind your neck to unclasp the necklace and toss it on his bedside table.

He looked at you with heat and tenderness, “I’m sorry that’s what it took for me to get my shit together. I wish it all happened differently, but I don’t regret it. You’re it for me, YN, no one else.”

He placed a kiss beneath your ear, to your throat, to your bare collarbone. “My girl” he whispered against your skin, enjoying how it felt on his tongue and the sound of your sweet laughter in response.

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