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Cigs = heartbreak

TW: cussing, kinda fluffy

"Maybe if you grasped the thought of quitting you would have a better reason as to why you won't quit," you shouted, unlocking the apartment door and walking inside.

You threw the keys somewhere to the side, too irritated to care about where they landed.

"Oh give me a fucking break y/n," he said slamming the front door behind him. You spun around, stunned at his discretion. You chuckled, "Give YOU a break? How about you give those, cancer sticks a break?"

He scoffed, reaching inside his coat pocket. "Are you fucking serious," you whispered, shaking your head.

"John," you mumbled. He stood there and pulled out a cigarette, placing it between his lips keeping eye contact with you. "John," you said louder. He pulled out his lighter and flicked it open, starting to light his cigarette. "JOHN," you yelled, stomping towards him snatching the stick out of his mouth before he could get a puff.

You threw it to the floor, stomping on it. John's eyebrows furrowed. "Cmon y/n," he whispered reaching out towards you. You yelled, "No, why don't you understand I'm trying to fucking help you? I'm just trying to help you," your voice trailed off into a sob. You wrapped your hands around your head and flopped down on the couch.

He pulled his hand to the back of his neck and sighed, hearing you break down for him was enough to realize what he's done and how it affects not him, but you.

He walked over to the couch, placing his head on your shoulder. "I'm sorry," you tried to say until he interrupted, lifting his head from your shoulder, "No no no, I'm sorry I shouldn't have done that I'm sorry. I'm trying my best to stop and if it's what you think is best then I'll try harder. Just for you."

You rubbed your face looking at him, tears still streaming. "Promise?" you asked with uncertainty. You rubbed your face once again trying to collect yourself.

He nodded and smiled, "Yes. Just for you baby," he leaned in and kissed your forehead. You laughed out loud and he snaked his hands around you.

"I hate making you feel upset, I just wanna make you feel good," he said as his voice vibrated against your forehead.

You leaned up into his ear, "Then make me feel good John," you whispered. His hands reached back around and cupped your face and pulled me into a kiss. His soft lips interlocked with yours, going painfully slow. His tongue slowly making its way into your mouth.

You wrapped your hands around his neck, his around your waist. He broke your touch and took take a deep breath. "You sure you want to?" He asked in a whisper. You nodded quickly, pulling him back into your lips.

He pushed you backwards on the couch, the leather made a noise that sounded like a fart, causing you two to pause and laugh. He gained his seriousness and looked at you for a minute, pushing a piece of hair off your face.

"What?"

"You're just so beautiful," he whispered, leaning back down and kissing you. You smiled against his lips.

The kissing got more passionate, "I.. love- you," you said in between kisses.

"I love you too, Y/N."