#Gunn x you

[discow1tch]

Nicknames

Summary: Austin Gunn confronts you over "ass boy" chants after a match

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Tags/warnings/tropes: reader insert, aew employee reader, implied romantic relationship, light teasing (giving), PDA, kayfabe compliant

Authors Notes: I am unfortunately very into Bullet Club Gold. This fic hasn't been beta-read. If you notice any errors please let me know!

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When the match ends you make your way backstage. Production staff are nice enough to direct you towards the arena's dressing rooms when you show them your badge. Normally, you'd just meet the boys out in the parking lot or at their hotel after the show but you want to congratulate them on their victory while it's still fresh.

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You can tell you're in the right area when you start seeing wrestlers you recognize. First, it's Hook looking sullen as ever seated on a stack of palettes with a bag of chips. Then Caster and Bowens workshopping their next rap. And then finally, Anna Jay who breaks off the animated conversation she's having with 2point0 to say hi. The two of you talk for a minute before you notice Austin coming out of the dressing room at the far end of the hallway.

His hair is still damp from showering and he's changed into sweats and a t-shirt. He gives a big stretch of his arms over his head before leaning up against the wall and pulling out his phone. A few specks of errant glitter glint on the exposed skin at his collar as he moves. It's a good look on him.

You say your goodbyes to Anna and rush to greet him.

At the sound of your approaching footsteps he looks over. You send him a smile and give a little wave but he doesn't return it. When you reach him he pushes off the wall to face you with a frown on his face.

"Hey! You guys were great out there tonight!" You throw an arm around his side to give him a quick hug that he just barely reciprocates.

"I saw you joining in on the chants." Austin accuses as you separate. You cringe but quickly cover it with a smile.

"Of course I did. That's what you're supposed to do at a wrestling show." You'd hoped that maybe he hadn't noticed or that in the excitement of winning he'd forgotten seeing your lips move at ringside.

"You know that's not what I'm talking about." he turns to cage you against the wall, forearms at either side of your head. Austin isn't tall for a professional wrestler but he still towers over you. Pale eyes stare you down with an angry frustration that's usually reserved for his opponents. You've never seen it directed your way before.

"If it was just 'holy shit' or 'ay-ee-dub' it wouldn't be a problem but I saw you chanting 'ass boys'." he continues.

"What, you don't like me calling you an Ass Boy?" you ask with exaggerated obliviousness as you bring your hands up to rest on his sides.

"It's not exactly something I appreciate." he says as he presses his weight into you. It occurs to you that he's close enough now that you could kiss him if you wanted to.

"So you're denying that you have an incredible ass?" you question. His angry facade cracks into a smile and a wave of laughter that's more like the Austin you know overtakes him. His head falls forward to rest against yours.

"Let's not go that far. My ass is pretty great."

[plentyoffandoms]

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Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Photos do not belong to me.

Warnings: none

Request by: @brideofinfamy. Hope you like it.

WC: 1374

"Hey, baby sis." I looked up at the sound of my older brother's booming voice and smiled as he pulled me in for a hug, which I returned.

"Hello, Eddie. I didn't see you on my list." I mentally went through the list of people I memorised of who I had to do.

"Can't I just see my favourite sibling?" My eyes narrowed him, wondering what he wants. "No, what do you want?"

"My cigarettes." I scoffed at him and shook my head no.

"Nope. You asked me to hold on to them so you don't smoke them. I flushed them down the toilet."

Cue, the silly argument that had anyone who passed the room, looked in and saw us arguing.

"Umm, sorry to interrupt, but I gotta get ready." Eddie and I looked at the sound of the new voice, and I smiled when I saw who it was.

"No interruption, Colten. Eddie was just leaving. Weren't you Eddie?"

"Yes. See you later, Colten, baby sis."

I breathed a sigh of relief when my brother finally left the room. "Should I even ask what that was about this time?" Colten asked as he sat in the chair.

"He wants to quit smoking. So he gave me his cigarettes to hold on to, but I flushed them." I told him as I got to work on his hair.

"And you didn't think that he wouldn't want them back?" Colten asked me as I started to work on his hair. I pulled his hair back just enough for him to feel it, and I looked down into his eyes, and I almost forgot what the hell I was even going to say, but it came back to me.

"Of course I did, Mr. Sopp, but I want him to stick around for a long time. So that is why I flushed them." Our faces were close, and I could see him looking at my lips until he cleared his throat and muttered his apologies.

I let go of his hair and stood in front of him to work on the front, and I could feel his eyes boring into me, but I didn't say anything, just focusing on trying to get his hair done.

Ever since I started here, Colten and I have slowly become best friends. It first started off with him flirting with me, but most of the guys did, but his idea of flirting wasn't like the usual ones.

No, no. He used a line on me that I had never heard of, and it still sicks out in my mind all these weeks later.

"Your eyes are like IKEA. I could get lost in them for hours."

I sadly broke out into a fit of laughter, but so did he, and he seemed to break the ice between us, and we have been almost inseparable ever since.

"So which line do you have for me today, Colten?" I leaned against my little makeup desk and waited for him to give me his best cheesy line.

"Kiss me if I’m wrong, but dinosaurs still exist, right?"

I covered my mouth as I let out a snort.

"Oh lord, that is cheesy."

"Well, I am wrong, aren't I? Don't I deserve a kiss." He puckered his lips and blew a kiss at me. I gripped his chin and turned his head, and kissed his cheek, letting my lips linger on his skin just a tad longer than I should.

I cleared my throat and took a step to the side to let him up stand up.

"We still on for dinner tonight?" He asked me.

"Of course. Just let me know where and I will be there."

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Weeks turned into months, and a day doesn't go by where Colten and I aren't attached at the hip. People have asked if we are dating, but I always say we are just friends, best friends, to be exact.

Even my darling older brother was on my case. He was sitting in my chair, looking at me as I got set up for the day.

"Are you sure there is nothing going on between you and Colten?"

"Eddie, for the thousandth time, Colten and I are just friends." I felt a pang in my heart when I said that.

"The way how you two look at each other, you would think that there is something more."

"Well, there isn't."

COLTEN GUNN'S POV:

I was sitting in her chair as she did her magic with my hair. I know my hair takes a bit with how curly it is, but she never complains and doesn't seem to hurt me when she brushes my hair.

"So I was scrolling through your Instagram the other day, and I went back years." I groaned when she said that to me. But I have done the same thing to her as well.

"I found this photo." Before I knew it, I was staring at myself from a few years ago.

"And?" I was clearly confused.

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"Why don't you wear your hair like this anymore?"

Honestly? I don't know why, but before I knew it, my big mouth was speaking without even a single thought from my brain.

"Because, now there is more than enough for a woman to grip."

The air seemed to thicken as she lowered her phone, and I saw her gulp and looked away.

"You coming to the party tonight?" I asked her, trying to ease the tension.

"I don't think so. I may just go to my hotel room and sleep."

"Come with me. I know you don't like parties, but I want you to be my plus one." I didn't have a plus one. Anyone could come.

"I'll let you know, Colten."

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I was more than surprised to see that she said to pick her up from her hotel room. The moment she opened the door, my mouth went dry.

She always looks good to me, no matter what she wares, but right now, fuck. Her done, makeup done, in a dress that is showing off her curves.

I cleared my throat and held my arm out. "Your chariot awaits, my lady." I could feel my face heating up when she placed her hand on my arm.

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The party was in full swing, and the guys were like vultures when it came to her. The minute I went to get us drinks, they surrounded her, so I am standing off to the side as I watched everyone flirt with her.

"You gonna lose her, Colten." I looked over to see Eddie standing there.

"Eddie, not this again."

"Look at her. She is looking for you." I did look at her, and he is right. "Go to her. You're the only one I approve of out of this godforsaken lockeroom."

He and I both knew I didn't need his approval, that she could make her own choices, but him saying that had me making my way through the crowd, standing behind her and tapping her shoulder.

She turned around, smiling once she saw it was me.

I grabbed her hand and turned, walking to somewhere we could talk in private, but she pulled her hand back, not letting go of mine, but to stop me from walking. I stopped and looked at her, raising one eyebrow at her.

She wrapped her arms around my neck, and I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her flushed against my body, ready to say those simple words. The ones I have been dying to say for months.

"I like you Colten." "I like you." We both said at the same time.

Neither one of us caring at that moment that we were surrounded by a bunch of friends, family and strangers as I leaned down and kissed her, properly for the first time.

We were so wrapped up in one another, that I forgot we were at a party. That was until someone told us to get room.

We broke out kiss, and we started to dance. All the guys who flirted with her all night left her alone.

It was just the two of us, happy and in our own little world for the rest of the night.

[jess-emurphy]

James Gunn acknowledging the Nebula and Mantis ship is all I wanted in life. Also the implication that he knows there's a lot of fanfiction of them means he's at least searched for it.

James Gunn you could have done the funniest thing ever before leaving the MCU but I guess you blew the chance.

[frankiethedarkangel]

Guys…. I met Freddie!!!! He’s such a sweetheart <3

[thepunkmuppet]

3x03 | 2x18

[messymindpalace]

Attention everyone:

For the next several days this is going to be a blog dedicated to the most beloved galaxy found family aka The Guardians of The Galaxy.

Thank you for your attention.

[puppylv]

peter's translator implant messing up and having to teach him english again until he can get it fixed... cute 🥹 he keeps substituting english words he doesn't know with the xandarian equivalent and he doesn't even realize he's doing it because he's so used to the translator

[xxharleyquinnxx]

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[dirtywresling102]

Hi can you do a female reader and Austin Gunn. Where reader is friends with Acclaimed but he has a thing for her, at first she can’t stand him, but then he saves her from getting hurt on the outside of the ring during a match and she sees he really does have feelings for her.

Pairing: Austin Gunn x Female!Reader

Warnings: 18+ Blog, Fluff, Friendship, Reader dislikes Austin at first

Imagine Requests: Open!

You stared at Austin as he went over the match with your two buddies, Max and Anthony who ran the tag team The Acclaimed.

"Bro." You spoke, having Max, Anthony, Austin and Colten look at you. "Your voice it's just so... ugh." You dug your fingers against your temples, massaging it.

"Y/N, be nice. They're just helping us go over the match for tonight." Max informed you.

"Yeah but." You pointed out to Austin who frowned.

"You know, Y/N, I'd think you'd like me by the way you're teasing." Austin smirked.

You nearly gagged. "You wish."

As the night went on it was now time for the tag team match. The Gunns vs The Acclaimed. Everyone was on their feet as all the boys were going at each other to put on a great show. You stood ring side cheering for your boys while Colten was putting a pounding on Max. "Come on Max!" You shouted.

Colten gave Max a nasty clothesline over the top rope in front of you. "Y/N, look out!" Anthony yelled.

Two large hands grabbed your waist pulling you out of harms way and towards the corner of the ring. Your heart raced, you usually got out of the way on time but if you didn't Max could have crushed you. "Are you okay?"

Looking up to see Austin was the one who saved you, you cracked a shy smile and nodded. "Good." Austin let go of you and rushed to the corner to get tagged in.

You stood there, not believing that Austin broke character to save you. Swallowing thickly you hoped that Tony didn't see this and make it into a love story.

[meandmymoisl]

My mandatory post of an otter and a racoon - you know how this fits in ;)

And I am still shocked, because this is my goddamn 3rd pic I've drawn with pencils - WHAT?! Was this all the time in me? Or is it just because the inspiration is now here?!l??

I just can't-

Oh and tagging @theotherottershop, because I basically need this in my shop asap with an Otter and a bear! (or a wolf. Somehow it looks like a wolf to me 😂)

[faith-thee-slayer]

Buffy/Faith for the ship ask game? (But if you've already been asked that, then Fred/Gunn.)

buffy/faith: 1000% yes like it's a known fact at this point

idk where to even begin with what made me ship them, they just have so much to work with. the perfect enemies to lovers setup. the mirror selves meeting each other. the heartbreak and betrayal. the "things could've been different between us but they were also always doomed to turn out how they did." the "you are the only person in the world who understands me but i can't stand you." the attempted murder. the actual murder. the angst. the chemistry. i remember on my first ever watch of s3, i actually thought they were gonna kiss at some point because the tension was so palpable

favorite things about the ship: see the above, lol. i'm obsessed with how they don't realize how much the other cares about them. that's where so much of the tragedy takes place

i’m not sure if i have any unpopular opinions about them... i think for fuffy to successfully work, they’d have to get together sometime post-comics, like in their 30s. also i don’t believe that it was buffy’s fault for how faith turned out, i think that was sadly a series of events bound to happen

fred/gunn: YES

i can’t remember the specific episodes, but right around the middle of ats s3 when they become closer and start dating, i was sold. they are so precious. that one breakfast date they have where they look into each other’s eyes and place their hands on the bill is tooth-rottingly sweet

i love how gunn is usually a tough guy, and then soft only for fred. and how everyone calls gunn “gunn” but fred calls him by his first name. it’s simple, but tender

i don’t think this is an unpopular opinion but they could’ve easily got back together at some point, even after gunn killed that professor. (as if her relationship with wesley somehow made more sense...)

[plentyoffandoms]

Main Masterlist ♡ AEW Masterlist ♡ Daniel Garcia Masterlist ♡ Wheeler Yuta Masterlist ♡ Miscellaneous Wrestler Masterlist

Warnings: Mentions people getting injured. Concussion. Falling. Broken bones. Car accident.

Photos do not belong to me.

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Requested by anonymous. Hope you like it

Danny raced to the hospital once he found out what had happened to her. She jumped too far and ended up head first into the barrier.

She had to be taken out by ambulance as she had a grade 3 concussion. The moment he found out she had to spend a couple of days in the hospital, he was right there by her side. Refusing to leave her.

When it was time for her to come home, Danny knew he had to be there for her, so he took time off and helped her recover.

He went to every follow-up appointment with her and made sure she took the medication that the doctors prescribed.

Danny followed all the advice given and even contacted the AEW head medical to make sure he was following all the steps correctly.

He let her rest, no loud music or TV shows.

Hardest part was keeping her off her phone and tablet, so much so that he had to hide them.

She slowly got better with his help. Gradually working her way up to using her electronics, no more doctor's appointments and doing some light cardio.

It was a good few weeks until she got back in the ring again, with Danny on the side completely freaking out, but they got the all clear, so she should be good to go.

But that didn't stop the poor guy from worrying. He wanted to scream out about her head, but she told him she was fine and that she wouldn't be doing this if she wasn't.

She returned back to ROH, and he was right by her side. Refusing to ever leave her corner again.

Paul found her on the floor of their bathroom. Wrapped up in the shower curtain. She couldn't get up. He called for an ambulance and rode in the back with her to the local hospital.

Fractured shoulder from slipping in the shower and landing on the hard tile floor.

Paul was a mess when she went in for surgery, but he held it together for her. During that time, he called his bosses and told them what was going on, and took some time off of work.

When she was out of surgery, she was able to go home once she woke up. Paul talked to the nurses about how to take care of her and made a follow-up appointment with the receptionist, and got her medication.

For the following weeks, Paul would help dress her, cut up her food, and help her bathe. He knew she was getting frustrated with not being able to properly take care of herself, but he always told her he didn't mind. She has done this for him in the past.

Paul went to every appointment. He was there when the cast and sling came off.

He was there for every physio appointment, learning to do the proper techniques so they could continue them at home.

The moment she got most of her strength back, she insisted on Paul going back to work. He didn't want to, but he didn't want to smother her. So he did.

He would check up on her and come back home all the time, but she was fine. But he did do one thing differently at home.

During all of this, he redid the bathroom. He put in a step-in-shower with a door. He will always be worried about her falling again.

Colten was driving when the other driver ran the red light, hitting the passenger side. Colten survived with just a few scrapes, but she was much worse.

Her leg was crushed, and she had to have surgery. Her body was also covered in cuts, but they would heal much quicker than her leg.

Colten, due to being in the car crash, took time off of work. While she was in the hospital recovering, his Dad and brother were at his place, moving their bedroom from the second floor of their home to the first floor.

Colten would be there helping when he could, but he spent most of the time at the hospital.

When she finally came home, she cried when she saw what he did with the bedroom, which became her safe place.

Like any good partner, he went to her follow-up appointments, and when they said it wasn't healing like they hoped, and needed more surgery, he held back the tears he had for her, knowing she will go though even more pain.

But he was there once again during her surgery and was home. When he wasn't home, his mom or step-mom was there with her. Hell, he would come home, and Austin would be there, making sure she had everything she needed.

Then they got the good news. The cast could come off.

Now, it was time for physiotherapy, which would go on for months, but the one she enjoyed the most was swimming.

They did leg strengthen exercises at home, but swimming thought her peace. So Colten put in a pool and made her promise to only swim when someone was with her.

He would come home to see her in the pool, happy and at peace.

She started to walk without the help of a cane, but she was slow and would be upset how slow she was, but Colten just held her and let her get out her frustrations. Letting her know that she will get faster and stronger.

And she did, just like how he said she would. She still does follow-ups with the physiotherapist when her leg acts up, but she now joins Colten at the gym whenever she could.

But he would still find her in the pool, rain or shine.

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[bellalaufeyson69]

Peter Quill x Reader

Enemies to lovers (sort of)

Breakfast

(Spoiler if reading this next sentence! Takes place after GOTG and before GOTG3. Gamora is with the Ravagers and is no longer with Peter in any way. Also meaning that as confirmed by James Gunn, we the reader can understand what Groot says because we’ve been with him so long 🥹)

Description: Quill and Yn hardly ever get along and it’s gotten on everyone’s nerves. Nebula comes up with a solution to the problem by making them spend time together in hopes of working out the differences.

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Rays of sunlight burst through the wide front windows of the Milano as the team sat around the table waiting for Groot to finish the breakfast. We all took a straw from a hat daily to see who had the duty, though when any one of us pulled the straw and saw it said groot, we’d discretely pretended it said someone else’s name. It wasn’t that we didn’t trust him to be a good cook, it was just that he can get a little… distracted.

“What day is it today?” The tree pondered, looking over to Mantis awaiting an answer all the while completely unaware that a twig from his arm has now caught fire from the stove.

I was quick to catch this and jumped from my spot to put it out, though as I ran to help him I came crashing into a tall, decently sweaty Peter. “Common Quill!” I hissed before turning back to Groot only to be halted by his annoying voice.

“Oh like that was my fault,” he complained throwing his hands in the air and looking to the team for reassurance yet getting none as they tended to zone Peter and I’s arguments out.

“Maybe if you payed any attention to anything you ever do!” I snapped turning back to face him feeling a rise of irritation come over me causing me to completely forget why I’d even got up in the first place. “Also, you’re disgusting. We have showers for a reason, you literally soaked my arm in your nasty sweat,” I made a disturbed expression whilst wiping the warm wet liquid onto my pants.

He scoffed with an eye roll while taking a glance at the ceiling. “Im sorry if I get a little sweaty when I work out, it’s natural, and I was going to take a shower, not that it’s any of your business; after we ate breakfast.”

“How convenient, so we can all join together and eat while inhaling your B.O.”

“Oh would you two please just shut up! I’m sick of all the incessant bickering you make me want to rip my ears off,” Nebula intruded from beside Groot. She and Rocket had been busy helping Groot put out the small flame that Peter and I had long forgotten about. “You’ve been irritating because Gamora’s gone, and you’ve been a living-breathing brat ever since you failed the last mission,” she called out our behavior almost in a motherly way. She’s been weirdly diplomatic when dealing with us instead of just telling us to go yell at each other somewhere else.

With a huff I went back to my seat and sank in the chair feeling a tinge of embarrassment overwhelm me at the memory of that last mission. I had never failed before, and this time put everyone at danger because I couldn’t control my emotions and attacked a guard too soon. I got a lecture about it from pretty much everyone except Mantis and Groot. That experience definitely hurt my pride quite a lot, so sometimes I might have a little extra sass to try and build it back up. “At least mines a real reason to be acting like a jerk,” Peter mumbled while sitting down in the seat farthest from me.

I snickered to myself at his comment. Sometimes he can be a real idiot. “You realize you called yourself a jerk too right? Nice one Einstein.” I clapped back not willing to let him win this argument, or really any in the future. Peter Quill just always has to be the leader, the cool guy, always right. Not when it comes to me.

“That’s it!” Nebula shouted in pure aggravation. She stomped over to the both of us and grabbed one of our arms with a decent strength considering she’s part bot. “You two are on breakfast duty, and if I hear you argue once while doing it then you’re both gonna be stuck cleaning the engine for two months,” she snapped, shoving us both toward the fridge. We often all had chores to do but we made it fun by having a spin wheel to see who has to do what. Cleaning the engine was always the worst one, but what made it easier was knowing you only had to do it once and then you could spin the wheel next chore week.

“Who said you were in charge? I think you’re forgetting this is MY ship,” Peter defended while crossing his arms.

“Yeah,” I added confidently. Who the heck is Nebula to tell us what to do.

“Nah I agree with that. You two are the most annoying a-holes I’ve ever had to share a space with. Mantis and Drax don’t even argue as much as you do,” Rocket chimed in matter of factly.

“It is true! I would much rather sit and listen to Mantis’s pathetic stories than hear you two fight anymore,” Drax said as he stood tall and serious.

Mantis glanced over to him with a bubbly smile. “Awhh thank you!”

“You are welcome idiot,” Drax replied with a pleasant smile. In his mind he was being respectful, and Mantis didn’t know any better.

Nebula turned her head back to us with an expression as of saying ‘that’s what I thought’. “So it’s settled. You two are gonna work this stupid stuff out, and if we hear so much as a bad tone, then you get stuck with Engine duty,”

We’d both surfaced a similar response between grumbles and eye rolls, yet had no choice but to accept our fate. Majority rules is how this ship functions, which was a feature I loved when it was in regard to someone else. Soon the rest of the group piled out, rocket on his way out mumbled on about how we’d better be quick. I gave a short glance to Peter which was a mistake as he’d so very annoyingly been standing there sifting through songs his Walkman and earbuds. Of course he’d tune me out, I wouldn’t be surprised if he just stood here the whole time too.

I started gathering some of ingredients and pans we’d need, already feeling angry at the fact that he hadn’t even attempted to move to help me. This was a clear indicator that my assumption of his laziness was likely going to be right. I semi aggressively dropped down the container of bacon onto the counter letting my current mood take the control of my motion. I grabbed the unused pan and placed it down and began putting strips of bacon on it. “You’re doing that wrong,” Peter softly mentioned. He seemed tired, I wasn’t sure if it was tired of the arguing or just in general but the tone definitely helped ease my anger a little bit.

With a huff I turned to look over at him and was surprised to find him standing so close, hovering just inches from my frame looking down at the pan, then making eye contact with me. His expression was blank, and calm which confused me. “I’m putting the strips out, how else am I supposed to do it?” I felt my brow still furrowed down in the looming frustration I felt before. We always fight, and one of us always takes it too far, those are times that make it hard to ever not be annoyed at the man’s presence.

He took an earbud out and let it hang by the cord before stepping closer until his body was pressed against my side. I stayed long enough to feel his warmth until I realize the normal thing to do would be to step out of his way, so that I did. Part of me wished he’d do it again, that he’d give me an excuse to accept his embrace. If I hate him so much why did that little ounce of intimacy feel so nice? A confusing mix of emotions. “You don’t put them all at once only do half so they cook more evenly,” he explained whilst taking off some of the already placed bacon. “Also put them folded like this so that- F*CK! AGH!” He’d instantly jumped back from the grizzling pan holding his hand in pain. “Stupid grease, ow!” He complained to the pan as if it were alive which made me laugh quite a lot. The whole scene was funny really.

I hadn’t noticed that through my laughing he’d been looking at me smiling ever so slightly, until I caught him, in which he looked back at the pan. “Are you alright there captain?” I amusingly teased his super strong title, while instinctively placing a caring hand on his shoulder with a soft rub. The moment I placed it I felt the mortified realization of my actions and ripped my hand back off. Too embarrassed to comment on it I’d redirected my focus to making eggs in the other pan hoping he wouldn’t mention it.

I cooked in silence for a little while until I felt as if I was being watched. Hesitantly I turned my gaze to Peter and surely enough was met with him staring right back at me. He looked to be deep in thought until I caught him when his lips curled into an arrogant grin. “Oh no no no, are you kidding me? You’re tellin’ me you can’t even cook eggs either? What can you do?” He provoked in amusement making me roll my eyes.

I waved my hands in the air in defeat. “Fine! You do it yourself then.” I stepped aside from the counter and began to walk away until I felt a warm hand take a light grip on my forearm and pull me backward. I stumbled back to my position in front of the pan where Peter was beside me holding my arm.

“Relax,” he soothed while slowly inching closer, it almost seemed like he was hoping his movements were slow enough for me not to notice. “You’re not gonna get any better with that attitude,” he continued, his hands slowly brushing my hips while I was too distracted listening to what he was saying. He moved cautiously almost trying to catch me in the distraction. “So much attitude all the time,”

I scoffed at his comment. “Attitude? I don’t have attitude, you’re the one who’s always moping around making little comments at everything.” his fingers now wrapped around my waist as he stood behind me, his breath tickling my shoulder.

“Let me show you,” he furthered, completely ignoring what I’d said and going on with his own point.

I’d attempted at pushing his hands off me. “No, I don’t need your help Peter,”

He stood there his grip strong as he looked down at me with a little ‘huh’. After the death glare I’d given he kindly explained the cause of the sound. “You called me Peter,” he pointed out with a grin.

I felt taken off guard at that comment and honestly a little flustered. I always made it a point to call him by his last name, I felt that first names were for people I respected. Why did that slip so easily? “I was just distracted…” I trailed avoiding his gaze and looking back to the pan. “Are we gonna cook the eggs or not?” I redirected the conversation away from the tension as I didn’t know how to react. My heart fluttered at his proximity but my mind reminds me of our dynamic. We’ve never got along let alone been close in this way.

He took my cue to move on and eagerly grabbed the spatula, handed it to me then paused and hesitantly slipped his hand on the back of my own. His other hand rested on my waist still as he guided the cooking. “It’s all about the wrist” he spoke softly.

I let out a breathe as I stood stiffly. I wasn’t sure what to do with this but I didn’t hate it. In fact it was quite the opposite. “This isn’t going to help you get over Gamora,” I bluntly stated without really thinking about it. I didn’t intend on being rude and my tone pushed that. Truth is that must’ve been an insecurity festered up. He’s a flirt and I can’t be his distraction.

He was silent for a moment but his position didn’t budge. “Why are you always so quick to push me away?” He quietly asked sincerely. He seemed hurt which was the last thing I expected from him. Was I reading our dynamic wrong? I couldn’t have been I mean we fight constantly.

“I don’t-“

“Don’t.” He interrupted. “Be real with me, just this one time,” he took the spatula from my hand and placed it on the table before grabbing the hand back again and bringing it to my waist to hold there. “What can I do to fix you and me?”

I didn’t know how to respond to that whatsoever because I didn’t know what that meant. You and me. As in no more arguing? As in becoming friends? As in something more? It doesn’t help that Peter is known for his flirting. “I-“ I sighed. “What do you mean?” I felt myself submitting to his touch as my body relaxed against his.

“Last weekend, we’re sitting on the couch. My arm was up around the top of it and if I moved it down just a little bit it would’ve literally been around your shoulder. Everything’s fine we’re all watching a movie, and I make a bad joke about your favorite character because I think it’s cute when you’re mad and you storm off cursing at me.” I couldn’t see the point he was pushing for but found myself blushing at the compliment. “Can’t you tell I do those things to get close to you? We don’t talk what so ever and the most I get from you is if I pull it out of you by making a dumb comment,” he explained his head now stooped closer to my shoulder, resting slightly against the side of my face and neck. “I know I can be childish, or a jerk but I don’t know what else to do when all I want to do is talk to you,”

“Oh really?” I perked up a little bit ready to make my point taking a step away from Peter. “What about the time we were here drinking and you made a comment about how I was ‘acting different to impress people’? How romantic,” I poked feeling his logic start to crumble.

He let out a huff. “You’re not remembering that the way I am and yeah I shouldn’t have said that but you spent the entire night all over that xandarian guy,” he expressed stepping forward to grab my hand and pull me back in. “You know how much I wanted to punch that dude straight in the jaw every time he touched you? Why should he get to kiss you?” He seemed to be getting offended just remembering the night, and honestly a little heated.

“Peter,” I softly tried to intercept.

“No, I’ve been here this entire time. For years it’s been me here with you, we go on missions, we’ve explored new planets, had ups and downs, and I have to sit there and watch some guy kiss you? Some guy who just came along that same day, put no effort into his relationship with you and got you,” he rambled on with pain in his eyes. I hadn’t seen him show that much emotion over someone since gamora. “It’s not fair,”

I felt horrible for not seeing this sooner. I couldn’t help but rethink everything but at the same time he definitely went about this in the wrong way to get my attention. He got it alright but it was never good. To me he was just constantly nitpicking me and all the things I liked and it drove me crazy. I guess that’s the fault in miscommunication. A lot of the stuff was pretty dumb to get genuinely mad at, often he’d just tease my favorite movies or comment on my fighting skills. Nonetheless in this moment I felt truly sad for him. “I didn’t know…” he was focused very intently on every word I said and I could just tell the anticipation anxiety was eating him up. In reality this was a confession of his feelings. “If I would’ve known…” I trialed off not wanting to press further as I’ve never been very good at expressing my feelings.

“If you would’ve known then what?” He softly nudged me to continue. He took our interlocked hands and held it on his chest.

“I don’t know, things would’ve been different. I didn’t know that’s how you felt I just thought you hated me honestly,” I admitted awkwardly.

He exhaled with a frown. “I could never hate you, and that mission…“ he got softer watching my expression because he knew this topic was sore for me. “It didn’t matter to me that we failed, all I could think about was how I could’ve lost you,” he admitted keeping eye contact as he spoke. “I can’t lose anyone else, and I just miss what we used to be like.”

This confused me as what he’s referencing is our friendship back when he was with Gamora. Is he trying to say he wants to be friends or is he being romantic? He’s so hard to read sometimes, but his actions are telling me romance. Clearly he could see the confusion etched on my face because he clarified all my questions without ever having to hear them. “You know, how close we were. Cracking jokes, playing pranks on the rest of them,” he explained. “I want that. But… something a little different…” he seemed a little more awkward now like he didn’t know how to word what he felt.

“How different?” I asked feeling my heart pick up just a little bit. Perhaps MAYBE the reason I got so mad at everything Peter did was because MAYBE I valued his opinion, because MAYBE I was sort of always secretly into him.

He perked up at the question surprised I hadn’t shot it down right then and there. “Well,” he started while taking my hand and giving me a dramatic twirl. The guy is smooth. “Maybe a little romance, I’m thinking Jim and Pam,” he referenced my favorite Earth show as I’ve forced him to watch it after our trip there.

A mischievous smile found my lips at that. “Ohhhh, so someone was lying about not liking the show?” I teased in a ‘I told you so’ kinda way.

He chuckled at my call out. “I told ya Y/N, I just love to mess with you.”

“Hmm, fine but you have to watch rom coms with me,” I laid out my terms matter of factly.

His eyes widened. “Fine? Fine what? Fine to the romance?” He double checked as I hadn’t made myself all that clear.

“I GUESS,” I dramatically excepted in a fake disinterested tone.

“Well then Mrs. Y/N” he pulled me into him yet again wrapping his arms around my torso, though this time I let my hands rest on his chest. “I’m gonna romance the shit outta you,” he grinned that same cocky little grin that used to make me wanna smack him.

I rolled my eyes at his over confidence but was thrown off at him leaning in closer to me. I couldn’t find anything sassy or witty to remark because now all my focus was on the fact that Peter Quill’s lips were so close to mine. The lips of always secretly wanted to kiss. I let out a breath feeling the tension before he’d made the move to fully go in. He kissed me softly, and slowly. His hand cupped my cheek and when he pulled away he gave a real genuine smile.

“You’ve gotta be shittin’ me” rocket yelled out from the doorway next to a very shocked Nebula.

“I give them a week tops,” she jokingly murmured but I could tell she was genuinely happy for us.

Rocket groaned from his place clearly fed up with the fact that he’d suffered through our bickering just for us to end up into each other. “If I’d known all you two jackasses needed to do was bang it out- WHY ARE THE EGGS BLACK?” He ran over to the stove to turn off the switch as if that would save the already far gone breakfast. “that’s TWO breakfasts down the drain, that’s it! I’m done! We’re getting fast food from knowhere,” he flailed his hands in the air and walked out of the room in defeat making the rest of us chuckle.

“I’m glad you two figured it out finally,” Nebula gave a small smile. “Really thought you were blind,” she dryly joked.

Peter and I looked at each other in confusion for a moment before smiling and accepting the fact that apparently we’d been obvious about our unknown feelings. With that she left the room to follow Rocket to the controls of the ship to fly us all to knowhere. This left Peter and I alone once more, he stared down at me in amusement. “I knew you were into me.”

I fought the urge to roll my eyes for the millionth time, slipped my fingers into his and dragged him out to the main area of the ship preparing for the rest of the teams reactions.

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My first Peter Quill fan fic! Sorta rushed so I apologize for any errors! Let me know if I should make more!

[godsfavdarling]

It’s all you

my masterlist

+18!!!

pairing: Spencer Reid x male!reader

words: 2k

summary: You and Spencer just came back from your birthday dinner, and your boyfriend loves to quote poetry to you!

warnings: smut, fluff, grinding, no use of y/n (idk what else)

a/n: This was a request! I love the idea! This was my first time writing male!reader! I hope it’s kind of good? The poem Spencer recites is “The Hug” by Thom Gunn. I had fun writing this! I hope y'all like it! If anyone cares I promise I will eventually come back to my spencelle fic (maybe once the semester is over at my uni)!!! <3

The evening had settled into a comfortable quiet as you and Spencer lounged on the couch, the soft hum of the city beyond the window a distant murmur. The gentle light of the room cast warm shadows, adding to the intimacy of the moment. 

Spencer sat with his legs tucked neatly under him, a relaxed smile on his face as he looked down at you, your legs draped across his lap. It was just after midnight, and you had both just come back from dinner with friends.

"Tonight was really something," you said, your voice a low murmur. "I think it's been a while since we all let loose like that… Since you let loose like that."

Spencer chuckled, his fingers idly tracing patterns on your calf. "It’s your birthday," he began, his voice soft and contemplative. "I’m happy you're happy."

You smiled, feeling the warmth of his touch. "I’m happy. Very happy."

"Good," Spencer said, then leaned his head back, eyes on the ceiling as he spoke softly. 

“It was your birthday, we had drunk and dined

Half of the night with our old friend

Who'd showed us in the end

To a bed I reached in one drunk stride.

Already I lay snug,

And drowsy with the wine dozed on one side.”

You blinked, momentarily taken aback by the sudden poetry in his words. "Huh?"

Spencer looked at you, his eyes filled with a tender sincerity. "It's a poem. Made me think of this moment right now."

You felt a shiver run down your spine, both from Spencer's words and the way his hand absentmindedly traced circles on your thigh. There was something about Spencer that captivated you. 

Most people wouldn't expect him to quote romantic poems; they saw only the genius profiler, the encyclopedia of facts. But you knew the truth. Beneath his brilliant mind and analytical exterior, Spencer Reid was a romantic through and through.

He was perfect in his own unique way. His tousled hair, always slightly disheveled, and the way his eyes sparkled with excitement whenever he talked about something he loved, made your heart race. 

Spencer had a certain charm, an endearing blend of intellect and innocence. He was often clueless about the effect he had on you, and others, for that matter. His gestures of affection were genuine, uncalculated, stemming from pure love and admiration.

He had never harbored ill intentions; his love was pure and unwavering. He was the type to remember the smallest details about you (whether he wanted to or not he would always remember but still it was sweet).

As you lay there, your legs draped over his lap, you couldn't help but feel incredibly lucky. Spencer's hand continued its gentle patterns on your thigh, his touch a soothing reminder of his presence. He looked at you, eyes filled with a tenderness that made your heart swell.

"You know," you began, your voice soft, "most people wouldn't consider you a romantic."

Spencer's brows furrowed slightly, a hint of confusion in his eyes. "Really? I never thought about it…”

You smiled, reaching up to gently brush a strand of hair from his forehead. "That's because you don't see yourself the way I do. You have this incredible way of making everything feel... special. Your love, it's like poetry in motion."

A faint blush crept up Spencer's cheeks, and he ducked his head, a shy smile playing on his lips. "I just... I want you to know how much you mean to me. Sometimes words are all I have."

You leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. "And your words mean the world to me, Spencer. You mean the world to me."

Spencer's eyes softened, his hand still tracing gentle patterns on your thigh. "You mean the worlds to me," he whispered.

You both laughed softly, the warmth of the moment making everything feel even more special.

"Do you remember the rest of that poem?" you asked, a mischievous glint in your eye as you shifted your position, straddling Spencer's lap.

Spencer's smile widened, his hands instinctively moving to your hips. "You know I do," he said, chuckling softly.

Your heart skipped a beat at the way he looked at you, a blend of love and amusement. "Then, tell me. Start over." you urged, leaning in closer until your faces were just inches apart.

Spencer's eyes sparkled with the familiar light of his vast memory, but now there was something more—an awareness of the intimacy of the moment. 

"It was your birthday," he began again, his voice low and velvety.

“We had drunk and dined

Half of the night with our old friend

Who’d showed us in the end

To a bed I reached in one drunk stride.

Already I lay snug,

And drowsy with the wine dozed on one side.”

You felt a shiver run down your spine, both from his words and the way his hands gently squeezed your hips. There was something incredibly hot about the way Spencer quoted poetry, the way the words flowed effortlessly from his lips. He had never thought about it that way, but it drove you wild.

“I dozed, I slept. My sleep broke on a hug,

Suddenly, from behind,

In which the full lengths of our bodies pressed:

Your instep to my heel,

My shoulder-blades against your chest.”

"That's so hot," you murmured, unable to resist pressing your lips to his. The kiss started soft and tender, but quickly deepened as the heat between you grew. Spencer suddenly broke it and continued.

“It was not sex, but I could feel

The whole strength of your body set,

Or braced, to mine,

And locking me to you

As if we were still twenty-two”

You couldn't help but be drawn to the soft, now raspier timbre of Spencer's voice. It was like music to your ears, a melody that stirred something deep within you. With each whispered word, each gentle breath, you felt yourself falling further under his spell.

As Spencer's hand continued its soothing motion on your thigh, you leaned in closer, your lips trailing feather-light kisses along his neck. You could feel the heat rising between you, a slow burn of desire that intensified with each passing moment.

His hands found their way to your waist, pulling you closer as you continued your ministrations. His touch was electric, sending shivers down your spine and igniting a fire within you. You moved your hips in time with your kisses, a silent rhythm of passion and longing.

“When our grand passion had not yet

Become familial.

My quick sleep had deleted all

Of intervening time and place.

I only knew

The stay of your secure firm dry embrace.”

Spencer's breath hitched as your lips found that sweet spot just below his ear, and you reveled in the small gasp that escaped his lips. Lost in the moment, you let yourself be consumed by the heady sensation of being so close to him.

You could feel his heart pounding in his chest, matching the rhythm of your own. He broke the kiss just long enough to look into your eyes, his breath coming in soft pants. 

"I never realized poetry could have this effect," he admitted, a hint of wonder in his voice.

You smiled, your hands cupping his face. "It's not just poetry, Spencer. It's you. The way you speak, the way you touch me... It's all you."

Spencer's eyes darkened with desire, and he pulled you into another kiss, more passionate than before. His hands explored your body with a newfound confidence, his touch sending sparks of pleasure through you.

With trembling hands, you began to unbutton Spencer's shirt, your fingers fumbling slightly with each small button. His breath caught in his throat as you peeled away the fabric, revealing the expanse of his chest beneath.

Spencer's touch was gentle yet firm as he helped you remove his shirt, his fingers grazing your skin with an electric intensity that sent shivers down your spine. With each article of clothing shed, the desire between you burned hotter, a relentless flame threatening to consume you both.

When it came time to remove your pants, you reluctantly pulled away from Spencer's embrace, causing him to emit a soft sigh at the loss of contact. You couldn't help but smile at his reaction, the affectionate gesture only fueling your desire further.

Quickly, you shed your own clothes, feeling a rush of exhilaration as you stood before Spencer completely exposed, completely vulnerable. 

But there was no fear in that vulnerability, only a deep sense of trust and intimacy that bound you together. With a shared understanding of each other's desires, you quickly helped Spencer shed his pants, eager to feel his skin against yours once more.

As the last barrier between you fell away, you were left completely exposed, your bodies laid bare before each other. But in that moment, there was no room for self-consciousness or doubt, only the raw, unbridled passion that pulsed between you.

With a hunger that bordered on desperation, you lowered yourself back onto Spencer's lap, his hands finding purchase on your hips as he pulled you closer. 

The heat of his skin against yours sent sparks flying. And as your bodies came together in a tangle of limbs and desire, there was no room for doubt or hesitation, only the overwhelming need to be as close to each other as humanly possible.

You started to move your hips, the urgent rhythm of your movements causing your now hard cock to graze against Spencer's. He hissed in response, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure coursing through both of you.

“You okay?” you asked, your voice laced with concern as you pressed closer to him.

“Yes, please keep going,” Spencer murmured, his breath coming in shallow gasps.

With a nod, you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him tightly against you as you resumed your grinding. His arms enveloped you in a strong embrace, his touch sending waves of heat radiating through your body.

The room seemed to pulse with the rhythm of their desire, the air heavy with the intoxicating scent of your passion. The feel of Spencer's velvet skin against yours sent shivers down your spine, the sensation leaving you breathless and wanting more.

You were so close, the heat of your bodies pressing your cocks against your bellies, the friction sending sparks of pleasure. With each movement, you could hear the wet sounds of your bodies sliding against each other, the slickness of precum adding to the intensity of the moment. 

Beads of sweat formed on your skin, glistening in the dim light of the room as you both worked towards release.

Undeterred, you continued to grind against him, the need for release driving you forward. Spencer's gasps and moans filled the room, mingling with your own as you moved together in a frantic rhythm. Your hands roamed over each other's bodies, grasping and pulling, desperate for more of each other.

With each passing moment, the air filled with the scent of sex and sweat, the heady aroma only adding to the overwhelming desire. His hair became matted and messy, sticking to his skin as he lost himself in the heat of the moment.

And then, in a moment of pure ecstasy, you both tasted sweet release, your bodies tensing as you came together in a symphony of bliss. Waves of pleasure washed over you, leaving you breathless and spent, your bodies still pressed together in a tender embrace.

As you caught your breath, the room seemed to spin around you, the world reduced to nothing but the two of you lost in the aftermath. 

There was nothing else in the world but the two of you, locked in a dance of desire and devotion. And as you pressed your lips to his, the world fell away, leaving only the intoxicating warmth of him.

[bullet-clubs-bitch]

Maybe a Jay white x reader where they are married and she is apart of the bullet club gold and they are so affectionate towards one another and Jay is always cheering her on and she does the same for him. Maybe she is a Gunn sibling and always wins her matches but prince Nana keeps harrasing her because of the bang bang scissors gang and they all come out there to protect the reader. And maybe swerve trys to get involved.

Bang Bang Gang

This one's a bit short but I hope you enjoy it! (This has not been proofread!)

@saramusazzi99 asked to be tagged in this :)

Mentions: Of Prince Nana being a perv

Main Masterlist Jay White Masterlist

One of the main reasons I signed with All Elite Wrestling was so that I could be with my wife Y/n. It had been so long since we were in a promotion together. Instantly the two of us were put in a faction together, the fans loved seeing us together and I coudn’t deny getting paid to spend time with my wife. Both of us were hesitant at first to create Bullet Club Gold since I just left Bullet Club in Japan but Tony Khan assured us everything would work out just fine. I trusted him up until this very moment. Currently, I sat in the Bang Bang Lounge trying to calm down my clearly upset wife. For some odd reason, Prince Nana of all people had been coming out and causing Y/n matches. I didn’t have anything against Swerve and The Gunns and Juice had nothing against the Moguel Embassy. So why was Y/n getting harassed by them?

“So tell us what happened one more time,” Austin asked “Well, I was just having my match with Willow Nightingale when all of a sudden Prince Nana appeared. He asked me if I wanted to see his ‘royal jewels’. When I told him to fuck off he reminded me that he was always watching” My blood was boiling once I heard Y/n explain what occurred moments ago once again. 

I know it didn’t sound like much but this Prince Nana thing had been happening for weeks. Normally I would be ringside for all of Y/n’s matches but every now and then we needed a break from the other. Not to mention our matches happened to be booked back to back. “Do you want me to do something? I can talk to him?” I asked  “No, can you just be ringside for my next match? If I’m trying to become AEW Women’s world champion I need to be focused on my matches. How can I focus if I’m constantly thinking of Prince Nana” Y/n had a point. She needed to be completely focused on capturing gold. “I promise, next week Prince Nana will regret even breathing in the same room as you” 

Just like I said I would keep my promise. Next week Y/n would get her shot for the number one contender for the AEW women’s championship and I would do anything to ensure she would be victorious. As Y/n made her entrance Juice, Austin, Colten and I followed close behind. We watched the ring like hawks, one of us stood on each side of the ring. Just if on command Prince Nana appeared out of nowhere. “How much do you want boss?” He asked me “What? “ “How much?” “How much for what?” “How much for Y/n?” did this psycho just ask me how much I would sell my wife for? I was sick to my stomach at his comments. “Excuse me?” “I think she would make a great addition to the Moguel embassy” I was distracted from my conversation with Prince Nana when Y/n asked “Is everything okay out here?” to which I responded cheerily “Everything is fine my dear” 

I waited until Y/n won her match before I started to beat the bloody hell out of Prince Nana. Soon the Moguel embassy and Swerve joined the mix and we were now at war. This was a bloody brawl. 

Security tried to pry us off each other but it was no use. This was personal, I was going to make them regret everything. I knew I had taken it too far when they sent the entire locker room out to separate us. Reality set in when Y/n looked at me like I was a madman. I looked down to see the Moguel Embassy lying in a pool of their blood. 

I didn’t care about the consequences, I didn’t care that the Gunns and I could get our ROH trios titles taken away. All I cared about was making sure Y/n was okay. I wanted to send a message to the locker room. If you mess with my girl you’ll breathe with the switchblade. 

[moondust-imagines]

Hook x Sunshine!Reader

Not quite a fic, not quite headcannons but whatever

When you first meet you are pretty sure he can’t stand you, he does not speak to you. So when you ride to the arena together after your original ride fell through, you keep quiet.

“You’ve gone quiet” He said. Your eyes almost bulged out your head as you stared at him.

“Oh, I just thought, I don’t know, I thought you didn’t like how much I talked. I don’t want to be annoying”

“You’re not annoying. I like listening to you”

From then on, it’s rare to see you two apart from each other. You end up sharing a hotel room long before you admit your feelings for each other. He starts offering little pieces of commentary during your stories late at night and, as it turns out, he’s really good at making you laugh.

With sharing a hotel room, you end up stealing sharing his hoodies. He doesn’t really mind, he rather you were warm, he just kind of automatically hands one to you every morning.

Everyone in the company knows that you like each other a bit more than friends before you do. They’ve watched you bring him lunch, in his hoodie, for months. Taz has been waiting for you to be introduced as the new girlfriend for months.

You’ve fallen into the habit of getting food with him so easily that he actually found it quite difficult to ask you out.

“Do you wanna get dinner?” He blurted out one night while you were sitting in the hotel room. His question didn’t seem to phase you in the slightest.

“Sure, you want me to order room service?”

“No, I mean like dinner. Like a date”

Once you had finally crossed that hurdle, it was even harder to find one of you without the other. He was practically glued to your side, his arm was always around you. The only time he left your side was to go to the ring.

Whenever you were in the ring, he would hang around right behind the stage. He knew you could look after yourself but god help anyone who tries to use you to get to him

The second the Gunns music hit during your promo, you knew trouble was coming. They mouthed off the whole way down the ramp but the second they slid into the ring, Hooks music hit. He was right by your side as fast as he could.

“You put one damn finger on them and I’ll break it”

You and Taz are really close once you and Hook are official. He’s found himself just watching you while Taz tells you stories about when he was young. Taz may have be hinting already that he should put a ring on your finger.

Overall he’s a 10/10 boyfriend and he just loves you so damn much