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luke hughes x reader blurb

tw: bad writing at almost 11pm , no proofread

luke lazily laid on your lap after a hard and very very close win. they watched old reruns of old cheesy romance movies while your fingers lightly brushed through his brown curls, making a breathy sigh escape his lips. he was exhausted, but the good kind of exhausted that you knew you did well. you were proud. very proud. that was your luke. with his goofy smile and bright eyes, when he was around, you felt at home, anchored down. he was made for you, and you were made for him. soulmates, some would say. a single thin thread of red string tied to each others pointed fingers, bringing you two together by pure curiosity, pulling that thread and being wound up together.

it was just you and luke against the world, and in that moment, you knew.

yeay

he’s so me core

John Lennon doesn't know how to stay quiet, mp4.

these gifs oh me oh my

talk about swagger in the first gif

babe, only you.

jack hughes x reader

to feed my jack obsession recently, here’s a bit of angst and fluff (no mature content). please, enjoy.

also: there’s no proofread, so..

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you found yourself always wondering; “am i good enough for him?”, “do i deserve him?”. comments had been lashed out earlier this evening to darken those already eerie thoughts that you fought so hard to not reside with. a long, long stay.

jack came into the room, that was the man that’s ‘in love with you’. those thoughts slashed at your mind little cuts kept wracking your head. the trance you were in was broken by your lovers lips lovingly placed onto your head, and you felt the couch slightly dip when he sat down beside you. his arm snaked around your shoulders and pulled you close to him, your head lying on his shoulder.

no one questioned if he did enough in this relationship. no one made snarky comments on how he was so quiet, how he looked like he never put enough effort into how he showed his love, but they did to you. and it was torture trying to hit those thoughts out of your brain. every single one of those comments lingered for longer and longer each time someone made another.

“what’s wrong?”

his soft voice lingered in the room as he ran his calloused hands up and down your arm. the television was playing in the background, an old re-run of big bang theory, muted, but with subtitles.

“jack, it’s just,” you started, why couldn’t you form words. a pang in your heart stung against your chest. “i don’t deserve you.” you whispered, he froze, eyes straying from the tv and to your slumped form against him.

“what makes you think that?” he murmured, his blue eyes connected with your glossy (e/c) ones.

“i- im not good enough-“ you were cut off by a sweet kiss to the lips. “don’t talk like that. i don’t care if your quiet, i don’t care what people say about our relationship, (y/n)!” he exclaimed. “people don’t know you, and how lucky i am to actually know and to be with you. i thank anyone in the skies above that they let me hold your hands. you are everything, my universe, my world. don’t let people tear into you.”

he rubbed his hands up and down your spine as you sobbed painfully into his chest, dampening his shirt.

the thoughts were still there, but at least you had someone to guide you along this long and winding road.

“i love you.”

mornings

john lennon x reader

(era: teddy boy? or any era you would like.)

warnings: NO MATURE CONTENT, fluff, pet names?

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john cursed silently as he accidentally put his hand onto the hot pan to feel if it was warm enough to start the eggs. it was. he was too focused on the burning sensation that he didn’t acknowledge you, his lovely girlfriend of 2 years, padding down the stairs, until you wrapped your arms around his torso.

“hey, baby.” you sleepily mumbled into his shoulder blades, he was still wearing his pyjamas. john was a morning person, very cautious to get to bed ON TIME and out of bed exactly at 7:30am on weekends (6:30am on weekdays.).

“the bloody pan was two hot!” he cried out, turning around and shoving his hand into your face, which you sleepily looked over.

“stop yer wining and stop vigorously moving yer hand so i can actually look at it!” you exclaimed, gently taking hold of his wrist to inspect. you lead him over to the sink and ran cold water over the now red and irritated skin.

“you should know how to treat burns.” you smiled slightly at his piercing glare at the pan on the stove. you kissed his hand after a few minutes of running it under water, and brought out some gauze and carefully wrapped the skin.

“thanks, love.” he muttered, his nasally scouse accent is one of the things that made you fall head over heels for him, not that he was popular, or any such things like that. you ruffled his messy chocolate brown hair.

you took over the cooking for now, as he watched the telly in the living room.

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(p.s, i had to re post this bc it was tagged as mature 😭😭)

me and him if he didn’t have a gf fr

therapy: expensive

lennon and mccartney smiling at each other: free

marner_93: Happy New Year

i’m bertuzzi btw

BIRTHDAY KISS I GUESS

I read your rules on requests and I was wondering if you just meant dating between adults and children or if you meant absolutely nothing with that category like father and kid bond.

hey!

i meant anything sexually intimate with adults and children, but a father-kid bond (or mother) is perfectly fine.

hope this helped!